A white veil is attached to the wooden bed frame, and the carefully carved wooden railing shows how particular the owner is.

The girl was wearing a water-blue Luo skirt, like an unopened hibiscus, and her fair skin was a pair of big smart eyes. At this moment, the little girl was holding her head and looking at the man in front of her: "Brother Jiangming, are you finally awake?" ”

The little girl pouted a cherry mouth, which was very cute. The young man in white, raising his eyes slightly, saw his little junior sister and smiled faintly. "How could I, be here."

The girl shook her head, "Daddy brought you back, you've been sleeping for two days, don't you remember?" ”

"Master," the boy tried to remember, but all he remembered was that he had fought hard with the black dragon, and was about to lose, and the black dragon was about to give him the final blow. After that, he couldn't think of anything. "Two days?"

"Brother Jiangming, you are really. When Daddy brought you back, your soul power was weak, and you suffered a lot of internal injuries. The girl picked up the towel next to the bed, dipped it in some water, and helped the boy wipe his face.

"I, I'll do it myself!"

"Don't move!" The girl whispered, "You lie down a little longer, just like when you were a child, and Daddy will ask you to go to him later!" ”

The boy really didn't move, and lay there quietly, like every moonlit and starry night, he practiced under the ginkgo tree until he sweated profusely. The girl tied two little tuggers and sat on the lawn above her head to play with her hair.

"Brother Jiangming?"

"Hmm!"

"Tomorrow is your birthday, and your father and mother have asked you to go to dinner together."

"Good!"

The girl seemed to have something else to say, pursed her lips, and said softly: "After dinner, I will wait for you under the heather tree at the end of the Ten Mile Tea Spring." Jiang Ming didn't open his eyes, closed his eyes and said he knew. As everyone knows, the girl's face was already red and dripping blood.

"Master!" Jiang Ming bowed respectfully, and then sat down on the ground of the Zihua Hall.

"Jiang Ming!"

"Yes, master!"

"Do you remember that day?" The white-haired old man said slowly, looking at the young man sitting under His Highness, in a trance, he was still the toddler child from yesterday, and now he is so old. If it weren't for that day, the source of all evil broke out of the seal, and Yin Lingzi would have forgotten about it.

"Remember some, don't remember some."

"Do you remember how you defeated the black dragon?"

"I don't know." The young man is like a gentle son, and he is always so indifferent in every word.

"Hey" The old man sighed slightly and walked down from the main hall. He will not forget everything he saw that day, the black dragon was like walking through the Shura Purgatory, being stripped of his skin and cramping, shattering all the meridians in his body with one palm, and dying a tragic death, and the dragon bone stained with dragon blood was in the hands of his fainting disciple.

"Master, why sigh."

"No, Jiang Ming, tomorrow is your birthday, and this is a birthday gift for the teacher." Silver Lingzi took out a white keel from his spiritual source, the keel has been processed, and at the end of the hand, it is handled with snow-capped black iron, and it is inlaid with a green gem, which is a holy stone from Siam, which can strengthen the attack power of the keel. The keel is cleaned and snow-white and translucent, like a fine clam.

"What is this?" Jiang Ming took the delicate magic weapon and held it in his hand.

"Your magic weapon - the imprisoned dragon, the keel of the black dragon."

Jiang Ming's eyelashes flickered, "Yes, did I kill it?" ”

"Yes!"

Jiang Ming did not speak, but quietly looked at the dragon bone stick in his hand. He really wanted to get a good magic weapon, and when he fought with the black dragon, he did want to fight to the death with the black dragon. However, he never wanted to kill, and he didn't want to use any living thing as a stepping stone for his own journey. The master has taught himself to remember to kill since he was a child, and now, with this magic weapon, Jiang Ming feels that he is so heavy, so heavy.

Yin Lingzi saw this child's thoughts, this child was pure in nature, and he would definitely blame himself. He reached out and touched Jiang Ming's head, "The teacher buried him under the ginkgo biloba in the back mountain, you go and take a look!" ”

Jiang Ming didn't speak, but nodded.

Jiang Ming stood under the ginkgo tree, looking at the small tombstone, not knowing what to do, just standing there in a quiet daze.

"Senpai, I'm sorry." Jiang Ming looked at the dragon bone stick in his hand, he felt that he was all to blame for the death of the black dragon, he looked at the tombstone in a daze, and suddenly knelt in front of the monument. The warm liquid ran down his eyelashes across the boy's handsome cheeks and dissipated in the wind.

Yin Lingzi stood not far away and looked at Jiang Ming, originally, what he wanted Jiang Ming to take was a water and fire stick, he felt that the black dragon and the apprentice might not have the upper hand when they clashed. Unexpectedly, by mistake, Jiang Ming got the keel. Although this is not what Yin Lingzi wants to see, but the matter has come to this, the dragon bone is an unattainable magic weapon compared to the water and fire stick. It's just that the dragon bone doesn't have a machine spirit yet, and it needs to be Ming Ming's black dragon's soul before it can be regarded as a complete magic weapon.

"Jiang Ming, the soul of the black dragon is still around here at this moment. You accepted him as your instrumental spirit, and you can be regarded as letting him no longer be a lonely ghost. In the future, if you take him to fight the sword rivers and lakes, it can be regarded as a complete merit. ”

"Really? Master. ”

Yin Lingzi touched his gray beard and touched Jiang Ming's head, "Naturally." ”

"Good!" After knocking his head three times in front of the tombstone of the black dragon, Jiang Ming took out the imprisoned dragon, recited the incantation, and sent it to the tip of the imprisoned dragon stick with the power of the soul. I saw a black soul being taken into the prison dragon.

"Senior, I will take good care of you in the future." Jiang Ming touched the imprisoned dragon in his hand.

It was another moonlit night with sparse stars, and the evening breeze gently blew through the leaves on Tongyao Mountain, rustling non-stop. The birds, from time to time, chirped a few times, drank the babbling stream, and played a twilight elegy.

The young man wore a smoky gray long-sleeved shirt, and he came step by step, like a royal prince in a painting. He walked lightly, stepping on the cobblestone mountain by the stream, without making a sound. It's just a smoky headband, fluttering in the wind.

The girl sat under the Xifu Begonia with a delicate sandalwood box, as if waiting for something important. The girl specially asked for the fat pink snail from her mother today, dressed it up carefully, and specially changed into the new skirt made a few days ago. The purple-blue gradient is slightly blurred from the bottom of the skirt, and the pearls embellished with it are like wearing the vast galaxy on the body. A little faint moonlight makes the girl's skirt more dazzling, and every star comes from her brilliance.

No matter how careful the boy is, he will still be discovered by the girl after all. "Brother Jiangming, I knew that you would definitely come."

The last year looked at the girl dotingly and smiled slightly. "I promised you."

"Brother Jiangming, can you close your eyes?" The girl reached out and put it over the boy's eyes.

"That's it, you see."

When the boy opened his eyes, it was a delicate new dress, impeccable in both cut and embroidery. This must have come from the girl's hand, and the girl's ingenuity, he had never doubted it.

"I made it for you myself. At the beginning of June, you will be presiding over this year's Four Temples Meeting. This is the first time you have seen the disciples of your sect, and you have to wear beautiful clothes! ”

"Ahh It's beautiful. The boy didn't understand what the girl was saying.

"Hee-hee, nothing!" The girl tugged at the sleeve of the young man's shirt, Brother Jiang Ming must wear it!

The boy nodded and touched the girl's hairy head. The girl pulled the boy and sat under the begonia in Xifu. Xifu begonia is now in full bloom, pink and white flower bones one after another, densely packed with branches, blooming unscrupulously on the branches, a gust of breeze bypasses, the petals are dancing one after another, and they are like snow. The girl leaned on the boy's shoulder, just like when she was a child, her little finger pointed to the stars in the distance, telling the three thousand stories in the world.

Su Ri, a young man, will always take the trouble to listen. And today, Jiang Ming looked at the blurred end of the stars and moon in the distance, but what he thought about was the thing at the bottom of the pond that day.

There is a huge disparity between the strength of my soul and that of the black dragon, so how can I kill the black dragon? Why can't I remember what happened that day? What really happened to me? Why, the master is silent? What is the reason for all this?