A smile appeared in Yin Ji'an's light brown eyes, and he took the lantern handed over by He Baobao: "Since it is your intention, then I will accept it." ”

He calmly placed the lantern on the table where the book was placed, and his expression was natural, and he did not pay much attention to the lantern.

Could it be that she guessed wrong? He Baobao squeezed his little eyebrows.

She obediently climbed on the small futon and sat down, and asked, "Do you like this style of painting, sir?" ”

"The things that the baby gives are naturally liked."

He Baobao felt like a punch on the soft cotton, soft, but easily dissolved her strength.

She looked up at him with a small face: "Mr. is very knowledgeable and well-informed, and he should know a lot about the Lantern Festival in the human world, can you tell the students?" ”

Seeing this, Yin Ji'an knew that he was afraid that he would not be able to go on today's class, so he smiled warmly and sat opposite He Baobao, showing elegance in his gestures.

He didn't ask her why she insisted on asking about the Lantern Festival, but just smiled: "The Lantern Festival is a festival in the human world, and at this time, the people in the human world will go to put lanterns and pray for peace." ”

"Did you hear another legend about the Lantern Festival?"

The smile in Yin Ji'an's eyes remained unchanged: "Since it is a legend, it must be heard by some people and some people who have not heard of it." ”

"That rumor came from Dongying, and Mr. is from Dongying, so he should have heard it." He Baobao held his little face and looked at him motionlessly.

When the boatman said that the legend of the ancient kingdom of Huasang was from Dongying, the first person He Baobao thought of was Yin Ji'an, and by coincidence, he suddenly came to the Demon Palace and became her new teacher, which made it difficult for her not to connect the two.

In addition, he has the breath of the underworld on his body, and his origin is mysterious, which really makes He Baobao curious. So I said to the big devil that I didn't want to come, but in fact I still wanted to.

"I see, then I'm a little curious, tell me what kind of legend it is."

"In the human world, there is another lantern festival, which is probably set up to commemorate the former monarch of the ancient Huasang Kingdom."

He Baobao's little milk voice said seriously, and people couldn't help but be deceived by her soft and cute appearance.

"The locals set up a temple for the monarch to erect a monument and sing the praises of his life merits and touching deeds, and the incense is very prosperous."

He Baobao is right, when she goes to the night market with the big devil, she often encounters people who praise the deeds of the monarch, and even has a lot of related things.

She didn't know if it was just a business gimmick or if someone was trying to get up to it.

When she passed by the temple dedicated to the Huasang monarch, a faint force from inside was attracting her in, and in the end, it was the big devil who stopped her in time and pulled her back.

Yin Ji'an's eyebrows were faint, he opened the milk jug, handed it to He Baobao, motioned for her to drink, and smiled casually: "I have probably heard of this legend." ”

"Really?"

He Baobao's eyes lit up, his look of surprise was undisguised, and the milk to his mouth had not yet been drunk, so he stared at Yin Ji'an with bright eyes.

Yin Ji'an spoke unhurriedly, his voice soothing and steady: "There is actually another paragraph of that rumor, do you know what it is?" ”

He Baobao shook his head.

All she knew was from the boatman, and she didn't know much.

"It's about the Sovereign of Nahuasan." When he said this, his smiling eyes cooled invisibly for a moment.

"Do you know how the monarch died?"

He Baobao frowned, the system had only told her that the Huasang monarch was missing, and the Huasang Kingdom was destroyed, but it was only briefly mentioned, and it was not explicitly stated.

Yin Ji'an glanced at her deeply, then handed the book in his hand to He Baobao, and said in a quiet tone: "Pit killing." ”

At the same time, He Baobao subconsciously raised his hand to pick it up, and just happened to hear the two words he spit out, paused, and his paw touched the string of black Buddha beads that Yin Ji'an was wearing on his wrist.

The pupils shrank, and before he could take a closer look, several complex lines flashed on the Buddha beads, and a picture instantly appeared in He Baobao's mind.

The young monarch in battle armor was majestic and arrogant, fighting bloody battles in bitter cold places, and his delicate side face was stained with the blood of the enemy.

He held the long sword, ruthlessly slashed down one sword after another, countless blood stained the shiny armor, he didn't care much, he was still fast and accurate, but he was numb in his movements.

He Baobao couldn't see his face clearly.

As soon as the scene turns, the young monarch and many soldiers are trapped in the snow, surrounded by shaking snow-capped mountains, which is a sign of a blood collapse.

The dense crowd of soldiers surrounded the young monarch and made him a layer after layer of flesh shield with his thin flesh, and even though his body was full of sharp arrows, no one fell.

The young monarch was covered in blood, holding a bloodthirsty sword, and he was half-kneeling in the snow with his body, and the blood stained on his body flowed all over the ground, staining the white snow red, and he could no longer tell whose blood it was.

Surrounded by dying soldiers, the young monarch wanted to get up, but he was already exhausted, and he couldn't even hold the sword in his hand, so he could only watch the soldiers around him continue to fall, and someone made up for it.

The sharp arrow was merciless, and the root was deadly.

At the same time an avalanche struck, and the snow fell like smoke and dust, and the young monarch's eyes were red, and his eyes were soaked with blood, and everywhere he went, they were scarlet.

With the last of his strength, he threw the sword in his hand as the snow fell, aiming at the snow-capped mountains that looked down on him.

The snow-capped mountains were cut off, and the young monarch, along with thousands of soldiers who had died in their lives, were buried under the ice and snow.

When the ice and snow were covered, He Baobao saw those eyes in a trance, scarlet and tyrannical, thick as if they had substance, but people couldn't see them really.

Those eyes are so familiar......

He Baobao woke up suddenly.

When she returned to consciousness, she looked around, still in the small pavilion, opposite Yin Ji'an, and she was holding a book in her hand.

In a trance, He Baobao saw the sword in the hand of the monarch in front of him.

As soon as the hand was released, it fell on the table with a click.

"What's wrong?" Yin Ji'an, who was on the other side, noticed her abnormality and asked softly.

He Baobao rubbed his eyes, and when he looked at the book on the table again, he realized that it was just an enlightenment book.

"Literacy Records"

He Baobao was stunned for a moment, she shook her head, trying to wake herself up.

Then he looked at Yin Ji'an, with a hint of inquiry: "Mr. Fangcai, what do you see?" ”

Yin Ji'an smiled slightly: "Seeing that you threw away the book I gave you, can it be counted?" ”

His voice was clear, with implicit jokes, and there was nothing wrong with listening to it.

He Baobao smiled and said quietly: "Of course it is." ”

She looked at Yin Ji'an's raised white wrist: "The student saw a string of black Buddha beads on Mr.'s hand, it is very beautiful, Mr. is willing to let the student open his eyes?" ”