Xia Fanxing took the piece of silk the size of a palm and began to look at it carefully - this piece of silk felt rough, but the color was bright and had an obvious sense of layering, and the color was very well grasped. It can be seen that this piece of silk has been around for a long time, but the texture of the dye is quite good. It is easy to see that the corners of the satin are broken, which means that it is not a handkerchief or something, but has been torn from another garment.

There is a very dense forbidden pattern in the center of the satin. These forbidden patterns are reflected in the subtle differences in shades of purple. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Xia Fanxing couldn't believe that there were such skilled craftsmen in the world who had a deep grasp of color. It's just that the forbidden pattern is too dense and very complicated, so Xia Fanxing raised the silk in front of his face in order to see it more clearly.

However, such an action unexpectedly made Xia Fanxing smell a hint of fragrance on the silk. And this aroma is by no means the faint fragrance on Hou Ying's body, different from the elegant smell she has maintained all year round, this aroma reminds Xia Fanxing, tea.

Xia Fanxing frowned, ignoring Hou Ying's strange gaze, put the silk close to his face, and breathed hard.

Yes, that's right! Xia Fanxing's face sank suddenly, handed the silk back to Hou Ying, and said solemnly: "Senior sister, didn't you smell the fragrance on this silk?"

Hou Ying showed a thoughtful look and said, "That's right, there was indeed a very light aroma before, like the light fragrance of tea. ”

"This is not ordinary tea, how can ordinary tea leave the breath for so long? This smell reminds me of the pot of tea brewed by the old man of Xuanneng on the top of Guanmei Peak that day!"

Hou Ying was shocked when she heard this, "What are you talking about?....... It's really, it's the Immortal Master......."

How can it have anything to do with that old thief!" Xia Fanxing looked at Hou Ying's frowning willow eyebrows, as if she couldn't accept all these things related to Xuan Neng. He gritted his teeth and thought, grabbed Hou Ying's jade wrist again, and was about to speak, but heard Hou Ying's complaining voice and said, "Senior brother, you won't hold a grudge against the immortal master and come to lie to my senior sister.......

What kind of stupid thing is this? Could it be that Xuan Neng has something to do with this piece of silk, and he is Hou Ying's enemy? Xia Fanxing shook off the distracting thoughts in his heart irritably, held Hou Ying's hand and said in a deep voice: "Senior sister, don't be stupid! I don't know what this silk has to do with you, if your affairs are really inseparable from Xuan Neng, then I can be said to be the person who knows him best among the six generations of disciples, you better tell me quickly, I can help you plan!"

When Hou Ying heard this, she also noticed her gaffe. She glanced at Xia Fanxing and shook off his hand vigorously, but her face was still full of shock.

"I can't think of it, I really can't imagine that it really has something to do with the immortal master...... Well, I'll tell you where this silk came from!"

Things have to start from twenty-four years ago, when Hou Ying just joined the Tu Feng Sect.

At that time, there were no six generations of disciples, and only Wang Yunming, who was about ten years old, worshiped under the sect master Xin Zhaodaoren. That winter was the coldest in nearly a hundred years.

At that time, the Xuan Miao Immortal Master was the only one of the four generations of disciples who had turned into a sect master, and she took the position of the sect master of the Tu Feng Sect. Five years earlier, the blood of the three generations of disciples died of illness on the position of sect master, but his lifespan was longer than that of most of the four generations of disciples, so there were also rumors in the rivers and lakes that he had received the secret method of longevity.

Before the death of the Blood Sect Master Immortal, the Xuan Miao Immortal Master traveled outside all the year round, and only came back when there was a major event in the sect. But after the death of Xuexin Zhenren, because he sat in the position of the sect master for an extremely long time, most of the three generations of disciples died and soared, and the four generations of disciples were content with the status quo, indulged in cultivation, and did not want to take too much care of the affairs within the sect.

At that time, there was no one who could provoke the beam, so they could only let Xuan Miao, the fourth-generation senior sister, take over, and this generation was five years. In the early stage of the separation, he was unable to travel and rarely entered the country. In the winter of that year, the sect held an election for the sect leader, and the Xinzhao Dao people occupied the position of the sect master with the support of all the Supreme Elders, so overwhelmingly.

According to the rules that have been passed down from the Tu Feng Sect for thousands of years, when the position of the sect master is relinquished, the old sect master will personally go to the Twelve Spirit Mountains to take out the holy relics of the sect and hand them to the new sect master. The holy relics change their orientation from time to time at the foot of the Twelve Spirit Mountains, and are connected to the spirit veins of the Spirit Mountain, guarding the safety and aura of the spirit veins. That time, the Xuan Miao Immortal Master calculated that the holy relics were located in every position in the center of Guanmei Peak and Zhixuan Peak.

After the election that day, the Xuan Miao Immortal Master flew to the bottom of Guanmei Peak to get the holy relics. But when she reached the foot of Guanmei Peak, she keenly sensed that there was a breath of demon beasts. At that time, Xuan Neng was in retreat on the mountain, and as soon as the powerful divine consciousness of the Xuan Miao Immortal Master turned away from the realm, everything on the mountain was clear, and the demon beast had nowhere to hide.

It was a black bobcat, covered in scars. This can never be some spiritual pet raised by Xuan Neng. But how did this demon beast sneak into the Tu Feng Sect? Xuan Miao Immortal Master looked closely, and the lynx was at this time by the stream that had frozen into ice on the other side, with a basket on its back, and there seemed to be a baby in the swaddling clothes.

The Xuan Miao Immortal Master used his divine sense to send out some fluctuations, trying to attract the attention of this demon beast. But the demon beast was already too weak, and as soon as the Xuan Miao Immortal Master's divine sense moved, its vitality immediately decayed a lot. But after it was fluctuated by its divine sense, it seemed to recognize the owner of the divine thought, and the half-blind demon pupils emitted brilliance and ran towards the Xuan Miao Immortal Master. Seeing that its life was in danger, the Xuan Miao Immortal Master wanted to reach out and convey some spiritual energy to it.

But when she just touched the fur of the demon beast, a tear actually flowed from the corner of the demon beast's eyes, and then the muscles and veins of the whole body were instantly disconnected inch by inch, and she died of anger. Even if a person with such great magical powers as the Xuan Miao Immortal Master was not clear, he didn't know why this demon beast died so suddenly. She untied the swaddling clothes on the monster's back, and inside was a sleeping baby girl, wrapped in a large piece of purple satin, but the corners of the satin were obviously missing. The baby girl was taken back to the mountain gate by the Xuan Miao Immortal Master and asked the famous Slashing Spear Heartless Daoist to accept her as an apprentice. A month later, Xuan Miao personally gave her a name, following the common surname of Xuan Miao Immortal Master, named Hou Ying.

Xia Fanxing and the entire Tu Feng Sect probably only knew that Hou Ying was an orphan girl who was brought into the mountain gate by the Xuan Miao Immortal Master from outside the sect, but they didn't know that there were such details. The Xuan Miao Immortal Master didn't know when to tell Hou Ying the truth about all this, and Hou Ying kept this secret like a bottle, and until today, it has been hidden from the entire sect.

"Do you know this?"

"Master doesn't know, Xuan Miao Immortal Master only told me about this. ”

"Senior brother, you don't have to be suspicious, Shizun is a very individual person, at that time, the Xuan Miao Immortal Master handed me into his hands, and he didn't agree to it at the beginning, and then after a while, he found that I still had some talent, so he didn't care so much and regarded me as his own. As for the details of my past, Master Venerable didn't ask Xuan Miao Immortal Master or me a word. Hou Ying was a little dissatisfied with Xia Fanxing's suspicious question.

"Okay, okay, I was abrupt. Xia Fanxing said lightly, "So senior sister, you mean that this piece of silk is the piece that was missing from the swaddling clothes back then?"

"I went back and compared it, and the crack fit perfectly. Hou Ying said as calmly as she could, her voice trying her best to hide her sadness.

"Senior sister, then to put it this way, the swaddling clothes were left to you by your parents, and now the broken part has come back, have you found your parents?"

Xia Fanxing said in surprise. It's just that shouldn't we be happy to find our biological parents? Why is Hou Ying so depressed?

But I saw Hou Ying laughing miserably, a pair of bright eyes shot a little resentment, she shook her head and said: "When will the sky grant people's wishes!" After Shoujun came to view Meifeng that day, the Xuan Miao Immortal Master, who had traveled abroad all the year round, suddenly sent me a flying sword book that night. She told me that she had recently practiced in a canyon on the west side of Yunnan and Guizhou, which was the realm of the monks of the Western Pole Sect, not far from the border of the Nanzhao Kingdom.

The immortal master said that the night before, the West Pole Sect held a puja and invited the immortal master to participate. That night, the Buddha's light shone through the entire Western Pole Sect. Halfway through the puja, the immortal master clearly felt that something in the canyon where she was cultivating had sensed the Buddha's light.

Generally speaking, what will be induced by the purest and purest thing like the Buddha's light is either the same holy breath or the great evil thing. Immortal Master, she had a doubt in her heart. After the midnight puja, she returned to her cultivation and used a powerful secret method of divine consciousness to finally find a place with strange spiritual power. She blasted out there, deep underground, and found ....... A corpse ......."

After saying that, Hou Ying's voice trembled more and more. Xia Fanxing's heart slammed, not daring to look at Hou Ying's miserable gaze.

"The corpse, unrecognizable. The whole body was tortured and had no skin. Only an endless breath of resentment and remorse hovered in the cavern beneath the earth. Immortal Master ....... The immortal master said that the corpse had been around for more than 20 years, and it could still maintain incomplete decay in this environment, indicating that he was also a person with a high level of cultivation before his death.......

It was a female corpse, and the fairy master was in her hand, and her hand was clenched very tightly, and she found this crumpled piece of silk, which became as smooth as new as soon as it came into contact with the outside air. Why was she a master when she was alive, but she was humiliated and abused like this? She held a note in her other hand, and the handwriting on it was——— 'The girl cried when she was born, if she is rescued by a benefactor, please give her a low surname to me, and her name is Hou Ying......'"

After that, Hou Ying couldn't bear it anymore, and tears welled up in her eyes, which were already red and swollen. Xia Fanxing felt Hou Ying's hand grip on his hand, clenching it tightly, as if it was about to crush his hand bones. Xia Fanxing could understand the pain of her being hit like the sky was falling apart, and seeing Hou Ying crying helplessly like this, it was as if she saw herself on Guanmei Peak not long ago, and she really couldn't bear it in her heart.

Simply gritted his teeth, took Hou Ying's hand, and stroked her cold jade neck with the other hand, taking this ice beauty in his arms on weekdays. After the soft skin touch brought him a momentary feeling of imagination, to his surprise, the beautiful woman in his arms only moved, but did not resist much, and shrank in his arms like a cat, letting tears flow.

Such a weak and pitiful little bird depended on people, which made Xia Fanxing unbearable, so he tried his best to comfort his senior sister with a basket of soft words. Finally, under the heartfelt persuasion, in the different atmosphere of skin-to-skin blind date, Hou Ying opened her red and swollen eyes from crying, and squeezed out a thin smile on her extremely pale cheeks. His body didn't move a bit, still snuggled in Xia Fanxing's arms. She opened her mouth and said, "Senior brother, do you know that my mother's surname is Hou, and she is also surnamed Hou ...... Xuan Miao Immortal Master."

Hou Ying did not get out of his arms, which made Xia Fanxing both embarrassed and satisfied. However, as soon as Hou Ying said this, it opened up his train of thought, and he couldn't help but call out his discovery: "Twenty-four years ago, the immortal Xuancui Immortal Master, the Taoist of Xuanneng, isn't he also surnamed Hou?"

The body of the beautiful woman in her arms tightened, and she squeezed his chest again, as if she was afraid of the answer that was about to come out: "So, so I have been thinking, there will be such a coincidence? First of all, my name is exactly the same as that taken by Xuan Miao Immortal Master, and then my mother and Xuan Miao and Xuan Cui Immortal Master are both surnamed Hou, and then the day she left is not far from Xuan Cui Immortal Master, are they the same person?"

"No!" Xia Fanxing said firmly. "At that time, Xuancui Immortal Master Yuanying failed to survive the catastrophe in the middle of the middle of the year, and her Dao heart was broken and she suffered from a terminal illness, and her immortal death was a big event in the sect. My master once showed me the image of the burial of Xuancui Immortal Master in the sect, when Xuanneng asked Shoujun to call the three-headed Qingluan on Yuanshou Mountain to mourn the Taoist couple, and many immortal guests came to the funeral on the rivers and lakes. When entering the earth, the Xuancui Immortal Master's appearance and appearance are not reduced in the slightest. Moreover, everyone in the sect knows about the future of these two people, and the birth of a monk is very troublesome and complicated, and it is impossible to have any illegitimate children. The death of Xuan Cui Immortal Master can be said to be fake, and it is impossible to find the bones in the West Pole Sect. ”

Although this conclusion is very cruel, although this incident is very coincidental, so coincidental that it almost looks like God is playing, but the image that Xin Heng saw in order to give him a long insight told him that Xuan Cui was indeed buried in the Tu Feng Sect. No, it is even more impossible for someone to steal her bones! And he, Xia Fanxing, can only tell Hou Ying, who is not in good spirits, at this time. After a moment of silence, Xia Fanxing opened his mouth and asked, "Then Senior Sister, what did Xuan Miao Immortal Master say later?"

But the beautiful woman in his arms didn't seem to hear his question, and only muttered to herself: "Then why, there is such a coincidence? And why, my father can't protect my mother? Why, what did my mother do wrong to torture her like this....... Why, you want to leave me alone in the world!" Xia Fanxing felt that his chest was wet again, and a small piece of blood spread on his white robe. Hou Ying bit her lips in pain, and blood stained her red lips. He couldn't stop coughing, and tears wet the other part of his clothes.