"Let's go back to the martial arts hall to cultivate?" Kou Chen's eyes were full of anticipation, he wanted to know how strong he could be after cultivating the Flowing Water Palm. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"I'm tired. Su Xiaoqi waved his hand and walked in the direction of the fishing house, "Haven't you heard the saying that if you want to hurry, you can't reach it?"

Kou Chen shook his head blankly.

Su Xiaoqi's eyes were suddenly full of melancholy, and he said, "This is going to start from a man named Sima ......."

"Sima Qian again?!" Kou Chen wailed.

"Nope. Su Xiaoqi said: "This time it's Sima Guang's story." ”

"Sima Guang?"

Su Xiaoqi said eloquently: "After Sima Qian realized the road of life and death, no one saw him walk out of the temple.

year.

Two years.

One hundred years.

Two hundred years.

A thousand years.

The world is changing dramatically, and human houses have changed from mud houses to wood houses, then to brick houses, and finally to pavilions.

As the years passed, the temple remained the same as before, no one could approach it, as if there was an invisible barrier blocking the temple from the outside world, and gradually, the temple that fell in the barren forest was forgotten.

One day, a passing woodcutter noticed that the wooden door of the temple, which had been closed, was open, and at the same time, the people noticed that there was a clever boy in the town.

Some people say that he is Sima Qian's return to old age, some people say that he is the reincarnation of gods, in short, no one thinks that Sima Guang is an ordinary person.

When the statue of the god is seated in the temple, the world wants the god to appear and bless the life of peace. But when the gods really appear around, how many people are not afraid?

Only innocent children dared to approach Sima Guang, and one day, an accident happened......

On that day, Sima Guang was playing with a few children in the garden, where there was a rockery, and at the bottom of the rockery there was a large water tank, which was filled with water.

A child named Niu Er climbed to play on the rockery, accidentally slipped his foot and fell into the water tank. ”

Kou Chen exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly asked, "And then?"

"What can a child understand?" Su Xiaoqi was full of sorrow and continued: "I panicked when I encountered this kind of thing, some people cried, some people jumped, and some children who were a little more sensible wanted to go to adults.

Walking out of the garden, you can quickly find a strong adult, and it doesn't take much time to rush to the water tank to rescue Niu Er. But Sima Guang was in a hurry, he picked up a big stone and smashed the cylinder violently. The water flowed out, but it was scarlet blood.

When Sima Guang smashed the water tank, he also smashed Niu Er's head, and Niu Er ......"

Su Xiaoqi sighed and said, "If Sima Guang is not in such a hurry, but waits for the adults to come, how can Niu Er die in vain?"

Kou Chen was silent.

"The story doesn't end there. Su Xiaoqi said again: "The dead Niu Er was resentful in his heart, and a wisp of resentment turned into a bird, which brought stones and plants from the mountains every day and threw them into Sima Guang's well, thinking that Sima Guang would have no water to eat and die of thirst.

But when will a tiny bird fill up the well?

Day after day, winter is in the blink of an eye.

The leaves are falling, Niu Er still has no nest, Sima Guang apologizes every day, and he has never been able to get Niu Er's understanding, from morning to night, it has only one thing to do, that is, to fill the well.

The cold wind at night has broken people's muscles and bones, Sima Guang has invited Niu Er to a warm house for shelter countless times, but Niu Er has refused, how can it accept the enemy's alms?

What it fears is that a hard heart will become soft.

Niu Er could only curl up in the crack of the cliff and shiver from the cold, and screamed sadly: 'Doroluo, Doroluo, the cold wind freezes me to death, and I will build a nest tomorrow.'" ’

But the next day, the wind stopped, the sunlight became warm, and Niu Er completely forgot about the nest, and was desperately filling the well.

The days went by like this, and finally one day, the cold wave really hit.

The snow was falling, and the mountains were white. The north wind roared like a lion, the river froze, and the crevices of the cliffs were as cold as ice cellars.

Niu Er, who was huddled in the crevice of the cliff, let out his last wail: 'Dororo, Dororo, the cold wind freezes me to death, and I will build a nest tomorrow.' ’

By the time Sima Guang, who had been injured countless times, climbed the smooth and mirror-like cliff to find Niu Er, Niu Er had already frozen into ice and had been dead for a long time. ”

Kou Chen's eyes were filled with sadness.

"Niu Er is too anxious, if it is steady and steady, how can it not fill a well in a few years?" Su Xiaoqi looked up at the sky and said in a deep tone: "Sima Guang was grief-stricken, and when he buried Niu Er, he sighed: 'If the husband wants to be fast, he can't reach it, how can the half-year-old illness be cured in one day?'"

Kou Chen said as if he didn't understand: "This means that rushing to hurry up will not only fail to achieve the goal, but will harm yourself?"

"Exactly. Su Xiaoqi smiled with relief, and laughed loudly when he walked, and his heroic laughter startled the birds bathed in the sun on the trees.

Suddenly, Su Xiaoqi paused, turned around with surprise on his face and asked, "I remember that contribution points can be traded, right?"

Kou Chen should be.

Su Xiaoqi took a few steps forward, hugged Kou Chen's shoulders and said, "Divide me a little?"

"This ......," Kou Chen hesitated.

Su Xiaoqi feigned anger and said: "I told you so many life principles, how many contribution points are still worth it?"

"No, no. Kou Chen hurriedly waved his hand and said hurriedly: "Yes...... It's that I don't have any contribution points. ”

Su Xiaoqi said angrily: "You were born in the Lingdao Gate and grew up in the Lingdao Gate, and now you tell me that you have no contribution points?"

"No, really. Kou Chen said helplessly: "In the past, I used to follow Feng Ping's ass to do tasks, and if he was in a good mood, he would give me some contribution points."

Even if you are a secret disciple, you need to contribute points in exchange for magic scrolls, and after I changed the "Flowing Water Palm", I only have a few contributions. ”

What else can be said?

Su Xiaoqi glanced at Kou Chen helplessly, in the end, there was still only one way to pick up the task.

Or go and grab other disciples?

This idea only dangled in Su Xiaoqi's mind, it is not easy to practice, every bit of contribution is obtained by risking his life, he thinks he can't do this kind of thing.

Contemplating, Su Xiaoqi entered the spiritual power into the wishful talisman, but he touched a void, and the scroll of "Twisted Snake" disappeared!

Su Xiaoqi stood still, thinking back with a shocked face, he never thought of how "Twisted Snake" was lost, could someone sneak in when he was asleep?

But the two volumes of "The Eighth Set of Radio Gymnastics" are safe and sound, why is there an inconspicuous scroll missing?

"What's wrong?" Kou Chen discovered Su Xiaoqi's abnormality.

After explaining, Kou Chen couldn't help laughing out loud and said, "The replica scroll will dissipate its spiritual power within fifteen days, if you still don't understand, you can only go to the Transmission Pavilion and use the contribution points to reproduce." ”

Hearing this, Su Xiaoqi's heart sank, although the cultivation method of "Twisted Snake" was remembered by him, there were still many obscure places, should he spend money in vain?

"The Spirit Dao Sect will squeeze the disciples. Su Xiaoqi said: "What if there is a disciple who excerpts the content on the copy scroll?"

Kou Chen pursed his lips and said, "The spells have not yet been comprehended, and the spells that have been copied down will only be useless waste, and whether or not they can be cultivated is a matter of two words." ”