No matter what Zhou Meng said, Zhuang Xiang was unmoved.

Zhou Meng sharpened the ink, took down a jade brush with a jade barrel from Zhuang Xiang's pen stand, and drew a pair of eyes on Cheng Xue's green silk.

The eyes quickly spilled into me.

After a while, Chengxue saw the light again, although everything was still black and white, but it was better than not seeing anything. Moreover, these eyes are attached to the face, unlike the previous butterflies, which fly everywhere and make people dizzy.

"Wow, I saw that!" Cheng Xue felt very novel.

Zhou Meng took a closer look at Zhuang Xiang's pen, the pen shaft was crystal clear, it seemed to be made of jade, the hair of the pen head was both rigid and soft, and the top of the pen was tied with a Xuan Lin lanyard, and the top had been hung to wear out the hair.

"Why didn't you engrave this?" Zhou dreamed of the pen on the Nanshan Gate of the Jilan Sect, and the word Ji Lan was engraved on the top of the pen, and Zhuang Xiang's pen did not even have a name.

Zhuang Xiang dragged his tired body, walked to the table, snatched the pen back, washed it in the ink tank on the side, and then hung it up.

"Cut, don't you just use it, so stingy." Zhou Meng glanced at Zhuang Xiang, "Look, this one painted Cheng Xue's eyes, why don't you give him a name, called 'Finishing Touch'?" How is it? Such a good pen, you just let it sleep on the shelf every day? ”

Zhuang Xiang turned around, returned to the bed, meditated, and prevented the timbre from entering his eyes and ears, and Zhuang Xiang would not see what Zhou Meng said.

Zhou Meng saw that Zhuang Xiang's oil and salt did not enter, so he had to think about it in the long run, and walked out of a white pavilion with Cheng Xue.

After the two left, Zhuang Xiang slowly opened his glasses and recalled Zhou Meng's words.

There must be a secret between Yuan Bingyu and Zhuang Yan, and Zhuang Xiang has long been aware of it, but he has never found any clues.

Less than two days after Zhou Meng came to Ji Lanzong, he noticed something unusual, which really surprised Zhuang Xiang.

Now, both Yuan Bingyu and Zhuang Jia maintain a harmonious atmosphere, and Zhuang Xiang does not want to break this balance.

Now that there is a nosy and neat Zhou Meng, this balance is greatly threatened.

With the power of Yuan Bingyu, once opposed to the Zhuang family, the Zhuang family has no advantage, in the Ji Lan Sect, the harmony between the Zhuang family and Yuan Bingyu is the key to the stability of the entire Ji Lan Sect.

Zhuang Xiang seemed to feel a crisis, and what made him feel even more anxious was that he still trusted Yuan Bingyu.

Obviously, Zhou Meng didn't think Yuan Bingyu was trustworthy. That calm woman, with a smile and a murderous intent, this calmness can even be called indifferent, suggesting a distant story.

Zhou Meng and Cheng Xue were on the lake outside a white pavilion when they saw a small wooden boat with a sloppy canopy on it and a thin layer of snow on it.

While walking, the boat actually landed on its own, and there was no one on it.

Zhou Meng and Cheng Xue were curious and walked towards the lake.

"It's rare to see other young people here."

It was an old male voice, speaking softly, as if telling a story to his grandson.

"Who?" Zhou Meng became vigilant.

"I'm a wooden boat."

Cheng Xue pulled Zhou Meng to hide back: "Be careful!" ”

Zhou Meng protected Cheng Xue, "It's okay, this doesn't look so evil." ”

"Young man, why are you so scared?"

Cheng Xue was not afraid when she saw Zhou Meng, and her courage grew: "We have encountered the Mohe Bridge, and he eats people's souls." You wouldn't be either, would you? ”

Mu Zhou smiled: "I'm not a soul eater, I'm just a boat drifting around, this is Ji Lan Sect, how can I keep something that eats people's souls?" ”

Cheng Xue nodded: "Yes." ”

Zhou Meng took two steps ahead and asked: "You are a boat, Mohe Bridge is a bridge, they are all made of wood, and they all have free souls, then, are you the same kind?" ”

"If you say it's the same kind, it's the same kind, and if you say it's not, it's not."

"How do you say that?"

The wooden boat shook slightly, "It's been a long time since anyone has been drifting with me, you come up, I'll take you on a boat, and tell you the story of our wooden tribe, okay?" ”

Zhou Meng was still a little vigilant, after all, he had been blackmailed by Mohe Bridge, and now when he heard Muzhou's invitation, he also felt that he was tempting them to Muzhou's belly.

"Haha......" Mu Zhou let out a kind laugh, "This is the Ji Lan Sect, it will be fine, besides, with the girl's mana, are you still afraid of me, an old man?" ”

Zhou Meng led Cheng Xue, got on the wooden boat directly, and sat under the tent.

The water on the lake is steamy, the boats are swaying, the ripples are scattered, and the spirit feels quiet.

"Senior," Cheng Xue reminded, "you said you wanted to tell us the story of the Mujian clan." ”

"Hey! Okay, let me take my time. ”

"Don't worry, senior, we will often come to accompany you in the future, you can talk about it." Cheng Xue said.

"The little boy is very understanding, he must be very likable.

We are a wooden structure, so we call it a wooden structure. Unlike the wooden crafts of the mortal world, when we are created, we have a soul.

It's amazing, isn't it?

Our soul comes from spiritual wood, which is the source of our physical materials.

Lingmu is a general term for all kinds of flowers and trees, and unlike ordinary flowers and trees, Lingmu absorbs people's thoughts.

Don't you even know what Nian is?

Good thoughts are thoughts, evil thoughts are also thoughts, an idea, a decision, a wish, are all thoughts.

The little boy is right, curiosity is also a thought, and desire is also a thought.

Each spirit tree will absorb the thoughts of the world indiscriminately and use them as nourishment for its own growth.

These fragmentary thoughts form the basis of our souls.

When the spirit wood grows up, it will be cut down and made into houses, bridges, boats, and boats.

The good and evil of the wooden soul is determined by the mind of the hub spirit wood.

The pivot wood is like people's hearts, and the thoughts flowing in it are like the blood circulating in people's bodies.

No one knows what the idea of the hub wood is, so no one knows whether the wooden structure created is good or evil.

Of course, the mind is not single, the soul is not absolutely pure, and good and evil are not universal.

But in general, our wooden structure is divided into two categories, one is the good thought wood structure, and the other is the evil thought wood structure.

People observe whether the wooden structure threatens people's safety, so as to judge the good and evil of the wooden structure.

This standard is set by people, and I don't understand it, but because of this standard, I have treated it well. Because I was rated as a good thought wooden structure.

The hub spirit wood of the wooden structure needs to constantly absorb thoughts to maintain one's soul. The good thought wood absorbs the good thought, and the evil thought wood absorbs the evil thought. ”

"Then you absorb good thoughts, what are them?" Cheng Xue couldn't help but ask.

"The thought I absorb is loneliness.

That's why I'm often here in Zhuang Xiang, he's the loneliest person in Ji Lan Sect, and he's so lonely that he can't feel lonely anymore.

But I like to be lively, and my soul needs to be lonely, but I still need a lively atmosphere, because I like to see people laughing, and it will be very warm. ”

"Just like people, they need water, but they still like to drink spicy wine." Cheng Xue said.

"Yes, little boy, I really like you more and more. I can feel that you are lonely, this girl, too, you are lonely, but you can't talk to each other. ”

Zhou Meng couldn't help but interrupt: "Senior, we're not so hypocritical, you better concentrate on telling stories." I want to know, who built you, and where is the spiritual wood you are talking about? ”

"Spirit wood, to be able to become a spirit wood, you need the bones of a cultivator. To the north of the Jilan Mountains is the grave of the deceased cultivators of the Jilan Sect, where flowers and trees take root and sprout on the tomb and become spiritual trees. ”

Cheng Xue groaned slightly and asked, "I read the history books that the forest sea at the northern end of the Jilan Mountain Range was once a battlefield. ”

"That's right, the battle between the monks and the demon god took place in the northern end of the forest."

Zhou Meng was interested, "That battle is called the Battle of Breaking Demons?" ”

"Yes. The major denominations have never been as united as they were on that occasion. Together, they defeated the demon god who came to the world. ”

"And then?" Zhou Meng asked, "After the demon god is defeated, what about the corpse of the demon god, or the soul?" ”

"It's been sealed into the Falling Sky Mirror, or it's gone, in short, there is no longer a demon god in the god realm. He was an evil god, and he was meant to be destroyed by a good god.

It is rumored that the Demon God's friend, the Night God, hid the Demon God, but this is just a legend. ”

Zhou Meng calculated in his heart that if the Demon God had surpassed the time in the book, then the defeat of the Demon God in this battle might only be a projection of his actions, not his own failure.

"After the battle to break the demons, the northern end was full of corpses, not only the cultivators of the Jilan Sect, but also the cultivators of various sects died here.

Their bodies were buried on the spot, and the forest sea at the northern end became more and more lush. My spirit wood came from before the Demon Breaker War, so I'm very old. ”

"Then, what will happen to those evil thoughts spirit wood?" Cheng Xue asked.

"It will be burned and turned into soot that will be scattered all over the land." Mu Zhou said with a little sadness, "Once, the Ji Lan Sect was our leader, and the best of them would become our protectors. Now, our supreme general is Qingluan, that is, the sect master of the Ji Lan Sect and Zhuang Xiang's mother.

We trust her a lot, but I've been feeling a lot of trouble lately, as if I'm back to a time when I was a little bit of a teenager, full of fear and uncertainty about the future. I felt my homeland fighting, and I felt the souls beneath the land sending me a cry for help. I felt like a fire was lurking beneath the forest.

Maybe I'm really old. ”

"Senior Zhou, don't say it, recently, there has really been a strange fire." Zhou Meng said.

"What do you know?"

"The Ji Lan Sect should have encountered tricky trouble. There are constantly people who are attacked by fire, burned to the ground, and there is a tendency to be controlled by flames. I don't think the Ji Lan Sect has yet to find the root of the problem, because they have hidden this matter very deeply. Senior Zhou, do you know what kind of fire can control people? ”

"Fire is our natural enemy, and every Wood Clan will study fire carefully. But we never knew what fire would control people, and we had never heard of it. ”

Cheng Xue and Zhou Meng floated on the lake for a long time, and when it was getting dark, the wooden boat sent the two to the shore, "Meet the young man again." ”

Cheng Xue beckoned to the wooden boat: "Meet the boat seniors again." ”

At night, the weather was cold, and Zhou Meng got into the quilt early, thinking about the things of the day.

Yuan Bingyu, Zhuang Xiang, fire, wood, charred people.

It seems to be very related, but I can't find the exact relationship, which makes people itch.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.