The shadow of the forest is poured into the stream, the sound is murmuring, the algae are refutated, the clouds are bright through the moon, and the moon disappears into the ink.

In the sound of leaves, only the small window on the bamboo house is covered with yellow paper, and the candles are dim, speechless.

The rough window paper reflects two figures, one lying in front of the window, and the other standing in front of the window.

The figure at the desk suddenly straightened up, put down the white feather pen, the high bundle of silver wire coiled on the top of the skull, the gray robe was light, and said casually: "How many people are left?" ”

The other figure was silent for a moment, his long hair was clearly separated, and he replied with a straight face: "Forty-nine." ”

"Forty-Nine ......"

The old man muttered, and looked at the bamboo forest outside the window, the shadows of the trees swaying, "It's about the same." ”

He glanced back at the woman, his gaze stayed for a moment in her abdomen with a big hole and then moved away, his expression was faint, and he didn't see joy or sorrow, and asked, "Do you regret it?" ”

The woman shook her head without thinking, "No regrets." ”

"She's a good kid, they're all good kids, but I have a preference for her and she deserves the best."

"Stubbornness, prejudice, ignorance but true knowledge."

The old man muttered to himself, not knowing who he was talking to, as he stood up, took a step, and staggered past the woman, "Even if the price is to lose everything?" ”

The woman turned to follow the old man, her tone was categorical, but every word was extraordinarily calm without the slightest fluctuation, "Even if the price is to lose everything." ”

She paused for a moment and continued: "What's more, she didn't lose everything, she got what I asked her to get, and it was enough. ”

The two left the study one after the other, and the old man Gujing Wubo's voice was like nothing, "It's good if you don't regret it, after so many years, she is the child who is most like me, and she can go far on this road." ”

"When the dust settles, I hope you don't become a burden on her heart, and she should go far on this road."

"I believe in my child, she will do well, she will go far, far beyond you."

"Okay, old man wait and see."

……

The seven days are unbearable, and the flowers in the stone are in the gap.

Two gray coat figures walked side by side, and the shadows dragged on the ground, uneven.

"We have four in our hands, plus the one in the hands of that rude kid, it happens to be six, it should be enough."

Song Lian pulled the four brown dot balls in his hand with one hand, and the crystal balls collided, and the jingle was quite crisp and beautiful.

Zhang Zheng looked at the workers and slaves who were bent down and buried in the gray and yellow mines from afar, looking worried.

It had been seven days since they had said goodbye to Na Yaoguo, and they had wandered aimlessly for six days, and finally they had come across a pair of monks.

Recalling the constipated and strange expressions on the faces of the monks when they heard their intentions, Zhang Zheng always felt that there was something wrong, and he couldn't get an answer from their mouths, so he could only get the brown dot ball in his hand first.

There were no more brown dot balls in the hands of the two of them, and there were exactly four of them, and after the fight was lost, they threw the brown dot balls to them without hesitation, and took the opportunity to escape.

Zhang Zheng frowned, remembered a little bit of something that had been overlooked, and hurriedly said, "Can those two monks follow other people around them?" ”

Song Lian's action of playing with the ball stopped, and after a little thought, his brain turned a corner, and he exclaimed, "I didn't see it!" ”

The two of them looked at each other, and their eyes were full of doubts, where did the Wu people who cooperated with the pair of monks go?

Song Lian guessed: "Could it be that they are separated?" Didn't the little boy go with you? ”

"It's unlikely."

Zhang Zheng shook his head to deny her speculation, and then remembered the strange behavior of the monk, and an unexpected but reasonable answer came to mind.

She raised her chin lightly towards the small ball in Song Lian's hand, "Is it possible, the brown dot ball has newly released a mission, and the task has changed." ”

Song Lian turned the brown dot ball, not very convinced, "Probably not, isn't the task for us to help others win the position of the little patriarch?" It's not over yet. ”

If it was really a set task, it might not change the task repeatedly, but Zhang Zheng had already suspected that there was something wrong with the brown dot ball.

With the mysterious predecessors of the previous instrument hall in front of her, she was very skeptical that this brown dot ball was also artificially manipulated.

"According to what the little prince said, if you win six birth primers, you will be qualified, and the patriarch will select one person from the qualified ones to become the little patriarch......"

Zhang Zheng frowned and continued: "If this method is followed, it does not depend on us who will be the little patriarch in the end, and the final decision is in the hands of the patriarch. ”

The content of the Golden Palace inheritance assessment is to pass the three original stones, the brown dot ball is the first rough stone, and the golden dot ball in Na Yaoguo's mouth, that is, the medicine primer in the mouth of the little boy should be the second rough stone.

The little boy took the initiative to say that he would trade the golden dot ball, indicating that he knew what the purpose of these outside monks was here.

Since the little boy knows, do the other Wu people know or don't know?

Thinking so, Zhang Zheng also unconsciously asked, "What is your cooperation with the Wu people?" ”

"Me?" Song Lian asked, and said very calmly: "Cooperation is cooperation, where is the deal, the task is to help an important person win the position of the little patriarch, and it just so happened that there was a Wu clan person by his side, so he cooperated with her." ”

Zhang Zheng recalled that Na Yaoguo had mentioned the golden dot ball in the high priest's body, "Can you hear the voice of the ear stealer? ”

Song Lian nodded, "Since it's cooperation, I can naturally listen to her with her." What's wrong, is there a problem? ”

Zhang Zheng's thoughts were surging, but his face shook his head calmly, "It's nothing, but I always feel weird." ”

Since Song Lian said that she had heard the words of the ear thief, she should have heard the conversation between Na Yaoguo and her about the high priest and the golden dot ball.

The rough stone of the previous level is the brown dot ball, and so on, the gold dot ball in the high priest's body is likely to be the rough stone of this level.

As long as they hear the words "Golden Dot", they should have this suspicion and guess.

However, Song Lian didn't know anything about the whereabouts of the original stone, and he was puzzled from the bottom of his heart, and it was not a fraud.

There is only one possibility, Na Yao Guo has always had the ability to block the eavesdropping of the ear charm thief, which explains why Na Yao Guo died so strangely, and I am afraid that Na Yao Guo also hid a lot of inside information.

Everyone thought they could hear everything about Nayogo and have the Eye of God, but they didn't know that they were actually being played around by ants who had no secrets in their eyes.

If it weren't for Na Yaoguo's vague reminder and Xiao Gongzi's explicitness, Zhang Zheng's news about the original stone would be the same as that of other monks, and he would not know anything about it.

When his eyes are dark, he can only follow the task issued by the brown dot ball step by step, at the mercy of it, and has no intention of questioning whether this task is true or false.

Why did Na Yaoguo reveal the clues of the rough stone to her without a trace?

Who is behind the control of the brown dot ball, using the monk as a gun, and who is he trying to point at?

Zhang Zheng didn't dare to determine whether the person behind it was Na Yaoguo or Xiao Gongzi, but this suspicion was enough for her to be careful and not to cause trouble easily.

Inheritance is not so good, and the most important thing is to save a small life.

I've been busy with exam revisions lately, and I'm really sorry for the intermittent updates, but please rest assured that the author will try his best to finish this book.