Zhang Hengzhi seemed to have lost his mind, looked at Su Shi carefully, and taught Su Shi to feel uncomfortable. Jiang Langting also suddenly added an inexplicable irritability to his heart.

He simply closed the fan in the palm of his hand, and shook it open with a "horn", and the sound of the fan breaking through the wind made Zhang Hengzhi wake up, and he quickly closed his gaze and stood beside his father with a straight face.

Zhang Conggu glanced at his son, and then asked Jiang Langting, "Senior brother, why are you so concerned about that group of demons in the Western Regions?" ”

Jiang Langting sighed slightly and replied, "There is something that I guess may have something to do with them. ”

Zhang Conggu hurriedly asked: "I don't know what it is?" Senior brother may be able to help find out a thing or two. ”

Jiang Langting leaned back in his chair, shook his head, and replied, "Don't dare to bother, I haven't figured out the trick yet." ”

Zhang Conggu saw that he was obviously reluctant to say more, so he persuaded: "Master, his old man's miraculous skills are world-famous, and he only got two apprentices, in the end, we are brothers." But if you have any problems, I am willing to help. In addition, I, the leader of the Northern Alliance, also have a few capable people, and I may be able to solve problems for you in the future. ”

Jiang Langting didn't say anything when he heard this, and then said: "Maybe one day I really come to trouble, and I hope that my senior brother will help." ”

Do you say that Jiang Langting really went out this time to enjoy the mountains and rivers?

Where did the magistrate see a person who was pure to play like this, and refused to stop?

In fact, it was his master, and the ghost also worried about the old dragon king, Long Yinzi, who went to the Western Regions alone ten years ago, saying that it was for the solution to the soul locking spell on Jiang Langting's body, and there has been no news since then.

It turned out that Jiang Langting had become a helpless orphan since he was a child, he didn't know who his parents were or where they came from, but he had followed his master since he was eight years old, and he had been with his master and his wife for more than four years, so he naturally had the love of his own father and son.

It's just that he didn't know who was plotting since he was a child, and he placed an extremely poisonous soul locking spell, which is said to come from the Western Regions poison technique, and no one in the world can solve it except for the spellcaster. This kind of thing, which ordinary people are afraid of and can't touch for several lifetimes, was met by Jiang Langting and was beaten so ruthlessly, which is really unlucky. Perhaps, it is because of this that his biological father and mother abandoned him.

It is said that the people who have been cursed by this poison basically do not live to be twenty years old, and they lose their consciousness on the night of the full moon every month, and live like a wild wolf who has lost his soul, and he can't help but do the evil deeds of killing and hurting people, and once the bloodthirsty factor bursts out, the bones of the whole body are like shattering, and the bones seem to be bitten by ten thousand ants, which makes people feel unbearable, and life is worse than death.

Jiang Langting's master is also worried about the dragon Yinzi, who is good at poisoning, but not good at detoxification. He has always only studied poisons, not antidotes. He has always only killed people, killed and killed, very simply, but he didn't care about saving people.

More than ten years ago, he and his wife met Jiang Langting for the first time on a snowy winter day, and he brought his wife, Yurong Tsing Yi Wang Jinghong, to wander the north and south of the world. On this day, the two happened to walk to the north of Yuzhou: Liyang, in that quaint and peaceful town, in the snow, he saw a seven or eight-year-old child shrinking in the corner.

At that time, it was a local New Year, and there was a scene of joy everywhere, and people with red faces came and went on the streets. The child was dressed in a single coat, his hands and feet were shivering from the cold, and his upper and lower teeth were "clucking". On such a festive day, Jiang Langting was pitifully unasked: There are so many beggars in the whole world, even if you take care of them, which one can you take care of? They can live if they can, but if they can't, then God is to blame for being unfair.

When I met Mr. and Mrs. Long Yinzi, it was the third year that Jiang Langting was abandoned.

Before the age of four, he had a father, a mother and a family, although he did not remember it very deeply, but he also lived a very complete life, and it was a good life of fine clothes and food. If there are no branches, he is afraid that he will still be like every ordinary child who is loved by his elders and should grow up smoothly. But one day, a man with a masked face and a hat floated up, took a finger and lightly touched his forehead, and he only screamed and passed out.

In the end, I only remember that the hand was slender and white, and a very strong fragrance emanated from the cuffs, not a floral fragrance, let alone a woody fragrance, which could not be distinguished, but in short, it made people's hearts ripple - this was clearly a woman!

When he woke up, he was already lying alone on a wilderness, the stars were very dark that night, the moon was dizzy, Mao Mao was so bad that people couldn't see clearly, his father and mother were gone, the nurse was gone, his sister was gone, he was the only one.

A four-year-old child, how can he remember his father's name? I only know that my father called him "Lang Ting" and called my mother "Su Juan" -- but he didn't know where his home was or where these roads led. Standing alone on the vast wilderness crying for his father, listening to the wind whistling, and listening to the whimpering of wild beasts, isn't he terrified to death?

Jiang Langting picked up the grass that was taller than himself, ran in a panic, fell and got up again, and when he climbed out of the field to a riverside, it was already a day after he woke up, when the child's throat was so dumb that he couldn't speak, and he fell to the ground hungry with only one breath left.

The woman who had risen in the morning to wash her clothes saw a little boy lying on the ground: his silk shirt had been hung up, presumably covered in mud from falling, with grass clippings on his head, and a glimmer of eyes open under his thin eyelids. Whose child is this lost? Or did something happen in the family and escaped?

As soon as her heart softened, she stuffed a rice ball into his hand. Jiang Langting smelled the fragrance, so he put it to his mouth and devoured it, and after a while, he knelt by the river and drank the water with his hand. Only then did he see his own reflection, and saw that his face was full of wounds and mud, and when he washed it with water, he felt that the fire was burning painfully.

He got up and walked along the river, asking people everywhere if they had ever seen him, how to describe his own homeland, his mother's name was Su Xuan, but everyone shook their heads and didn't know. He also stubbornly met one by one.

Half a month later, Jiang Langting had already crossed the water and walked to Jiujiang City. It was full of scenery that he had never seen, customs that he had never known, and his clothes were very different from his own, not to mention that he couldn't understand a single Chu language.

Jiang Langting finally gave up, and closed his mouth and stopped asking. He finally knew the fact that he had been abandoned, otherwise why would he not have seen his family come to look for him after all these days? Thinking through this, he began to be a beggar seriously, just begging for food and being able to live—if one day, if one day he saw his biological parents, he just wanted to ask: Why didn't you want me in the first place?

After that, he wandered all the way, begged all the way, and four years later he had reached Liyang.