"The master explores the pulse to find rest, knows that the martial arts are deeply rooted, teaches martial arts and brings them to the north. Fang Mu gently put down the wooden crutch and continued: "Master Zun travels the world, passing on the six sons of the spiritual method, senior brother Jin Ping gets the golden technique, I get the wood method, the senior brother of the water spirit gets the water method, the fire cloud dao gets its fire technique, and the fifth senior brother Tu Zang Taoist obtains the earth technique." Therefore, our Dao number is also the Five Elements, and our faction is called the Five Elements Dao School. However, my master respects the legacy of a law and passes on Wu Lang, but Wu Lang does not apprentice to the teacher, so he is not a member of the Five Elements Gate. ”

"That is to say, Uncle Wu Lang learned the spell of the ancestor, but he did not perform the ritual of worshipping the master," Li He blinked, "So it doesn't belong to the Five Elements Dao Sect." ”

"The Five Elements Dao Sect should be five people, this is the teacher's precept. Wu Lang is the sixth person and should not belong to the Five Elements. He shouldn't have gained a foothold in the Five Elements Dao Sect, so he went to be an exterminator. ”

"Metal, wood, water, fire, earth," Li He paused, and then asked, "I don't know what spell Uncle Wulang has learned?"

"Cold Wind Spell!" Fang Mu replied calmly.

25

It is early autumn, and the flowers are hidden, and in the spring of the next year, they will show their fragrance again. The southern border is mild and humid, even in the cold winter, there is not much cold wind, but on the day of autumn, the mountain color is changeable. At this time, the branches and leaves in the forest have not yet been sluggish, and the yellow leaves are fluttering, showing a slightly withered yellow appearance. But there is a mountain, evergreen all the year round, and its beautiful name is called - Shaqiu Mountain.

The literary style in the south is elegant, the ink people love the autumn breeze, and there are tourists who travel through the mountains and wilderness, and there are many people who watch the autumn scenery, and there are not a few singers. But the years have changed, and there are only one or two famous poems that have been handed down to this day, one of which is "Late Autumn Mountain Fu".

Faintly like a dream of a good day, hazy like the eyes of the first clear. I don't see the majestic mountains, and the green color is like that. Imitate the path of the sky, bubbling and smiling. The floating clouds forget the world, and the vulgar abandon it. The wind and rain only stop, and the flocks of white feathers walk. Sadness forgets the freedom of the predecessor, and the joy of delusion is ethereal in the future. Touching his hands and sighing with emotion, he does not regret being young and frivolous. Shen Yu returned to the summer and realized the Tao, and did not hurt to exist alone. Seeing that the evening came and went, I couldn't bear to leave.

According to ancient records, the original name of the mountain was Fengzhi Mountain, which means that the wind blows to the foot of the mountain and stops, and will never blow past the top of the mountain, so the mountain is calm, and it seems to be lonely, lonely, and there is no movement. Later, the literati in the south felt that the word "Fengzhi" was twisting their mouth, so they changed the name of the mountain to "Evil Autumn".

The so-called autumn has obvious implications, that is, looking at this mountain, after all, it is impossible to see the signs of autumn, so it is called autumn.

"Ye'er," his voice was silky, "is my guest here?"

"Back to the master, Miss Han Xin is sick today, I'm afraid it's the demon blood awakening. The reply was a leaf that floated in the wind, fell on the stone table, and turned into a small leaf demon, which was like a human form, but green as jade.

Hearing this, his brows immediately furrowed, obviously worried about Han Xin. His name is Yin Gui, and he is the author of the famous southern realm "Late Autumn Mountain Fu", which has been circulated for more than 100 years, but now, he is a demon.

A hundred years ago, Liu Yuxi visited the Autumn Mountain, admired it for three days and three nights, and finally wrote "The Fu of the Late Autumn Mountain". After his return, he spread this endowment to the outside world, so he became famous and called the genius of the southern realm. But the good times didn't last long, Liu Yuxi died suddenly, and three days later, the body was gone.

No one knows how Liu Yuxi died, and no one knows why Liu Yuxi's body disappeared.

However, Liu Yuxi is now just a demon, and the demon name is Yin Gui. No one knows how he became a demon, and he has never manifested a demon body. He has three phases, one is Confucianism, one is ghost, and the third is demon.

"Ye'er," Yin Gui tore a strand of hair from her head, "Bring this strand of hair to Miss Han Xin, you can help her suppress the demon blood." ”

The town at the foot of the mountain looks depressed. At this time, it was still early in the morning, and the goods should be circulating and the stall owners were shouting for sales, but there was not a single pedestrian in this market town, and every house was closed. A gust of north wind blew, causing the frame to roll and the straw on the ground to fly wildly.

At the end of the town, a thatched hut is low, and the thatch on it is sparse. It's hard to imagine that this latrine-like house can shelter from the wind and rain, and this is Han Xin's home.

It was a hay-paved bed, and the cover was in tatters. The little girl on the bed was like a beggar, skinny, but her eyes were very bright. She was pale, obviously seriously ill, but the pain could not take away the light from her eyes.

Han Xin is now twelve years old, and her father was originally a talent in the town, but left her ten years ago. Han Xin lost her mother when she was two years old, and her father went to pursue her mother, but never returned. She grew up with a blacksmith, who died six months ago, leaving behind only this dilapidated hut.

There was a knock on the door, and then a girl in green walked in, "Little girl Han Xin, my master has sent you something." As she spoke, she handed over a strand of black hair.

"I don't want to," Han Xin's voice was a little hoarse, maybe her original voice was like this, "I don't believe your master's words." I'm a human, not a demon!"

The green-clothed girl Ah Ye smiled slightly, "You are the same as my master, not exactly a demon. Do you know that you are not sick, but the awakening of demon blood. ”

Han Xin turned his back to his face, curled up, and touched the crook of his arm, but he felt very prickly. Fluff was growing on the crooks of her arms, and her skin was hardening.

"If you hold this hair in the palm of your hand, you can suppress the demon blood, and you won't feel any pain. ”

Han Xin still didn't reply. Ah Ye sighed, sat on the broken bed, and wrapped that strand of hair around Han Xin's wrist, and in a moment, the black fluff on it actually recovered itself and disappeared faintly.

"Get up, my master misses the girl very much, but he wants to go with me to the Autumn Mountain. ”

"I'm not going! He's a demon, I'm afraid!"

"I'm also a demon, but I didn't see you afraid of me. Ah Ye hugged Han Xin, "You little girl, you are obviously a demon, but you don't want to accept it." ”

A platform in the autumn mountain, the small pavilion is quiet, there is a rattan on the pavilion, and the three-colored leaves on the vine seem to have a sense of magic. The stone table in the pavilion has fresh fruits, two stone benches, and Yin Gui sits elegantly on the right. His face was melancholy, as if he were lovesick.

A wisp of strange fragrance wafted in, Yin Gui immediately got up, looked towards the path paved with small stones, and after a while, he saw Ah Ye walking towards Han Xin with his arms.

Han Xin sat down on the stone bench, looked at Yin Gui expressionlessly, and said lightly: "I didn't look like this last time I saw you!" Yin Gui in front of her was dressed as a Confucian student, and her face was fair and gentle, looking elegant.

"I have three phases, what I saw last time is one of them, and what I see this time is the second one. He tried to keep his voice as gentle as possible. He also knew that he was afraid that he would scare this girl last time.

Half a month ago, Yin Gui passed by the town at the foot of the mountain, noticed a trace of strange demonic energy, guessed that it was a foreign demon, and turned into a ghost to scare away the demon, but saw a little girl curled up in the corner, her eyes were surprisingly large, and her eyes were black and bright, and her face was like an ant. He used demon magic to restrain the girl's demon blood and restore her appearance, but he was stunned......

"Xin'er," Yin Gui shouted softly, "The demon blood in your body has been hidden for twelve years, and now you have only awakened, so I didn't even know that you existed around me for the past twelve years." I know you're half-human, half-demon, I'm afraid one of your parents is a demon. ”

Han Xin bowed his head slightly and was silent. She had almost no memory of her mother in her mind, and seemed to think that her mother was the demon that Yin Gui said.

Han Xin's mother is the demon of the Kun clan. The demon trail in the south, the queen ant under the main seat of Fengqi Palace turned into a singer and traveled through the world, combined with the surname Han Xiucai, and gave birth to a half-demon Han Xin. Twelve years have passed, Han Xin's demon blood has awakened, and he has already revealed his demon appearance.

"Can you tell me?" she looked at Yin Gui in a daze, "What kind of monster am I?"

"Or maybe it's a demon of human nature. ”

"What is the demon of human nature?"

"Although there is demon blood, there is a human heart. You, like me, are the demons of human nature. "Maybe that's another reason why Yin Gui likes Han Xin. In the southern realm, the demons of human nature are extremely rare, and the lonely Yin Gui will naturally have a good impression of similar demons.