Zhao Rang looked at the little boy who came out of nowhere, and his heart was full of doubts, and his right hand was secretly on the handle of the knife.

After coming out for a long time, I have encountered a lot of things, and I know that I can't judge people by their appearance, even if the other party looks like a child.

It was already late, the night was cold in the mountains, and even his breath was white, and a child was still wandering outside, and the clothes he was wearing were still very elegant, and at first glance they were the best cloth in the city.

"Hey, why don't you speak, are you dumb?"

Seeing that Zhao Rang ignored him, the little boy was a little anxious, and jumped up and down in front of Zhao Rang, stretched out his hand and shook him.

赵力 says:

"I'm not dumb, I'm not blind."

The little boy smiled and said:

"That's good, I'm most afraid that people won't talk to me. My family doesn't like to talk, but I haven't stopped talking since I was a child, do you think it's strange? ”

Zhao Rang echoed and said:

"Not to blame."

"Right! I don't think it's weird either. It's not a bad thing to talk. But what they say is too much, and I don't think so...... Say whatever comes to mind. ”

Even though this kid talks a lot, he can't help but talk about what he said when he was a child before he grew up, which inevitably makes people feel funny.

Seeing that he was going to continue, Zhao Rang didn't want to delay any longer, so he waved his hand and said:

"I still have something to do, let's talk next time!"

The little boy's eyes fluttered.

His eyelashes are very long, and his facial features are very delicate, and if he dresses up again, he will definitely be mistaken for a little girl.

"When is the next time? Tomorrow morning? Or tomorrow afternoon? ”

Zhao Rang didn't know how to answer.

In the adult world, the word "next time" often means that there will be no future. If you really want to continue talking, you will definitely agree on a specific time.

Faced with the child's question, Zhao Rang didn't want to deceive him, so he had to say:

"Next time it's when I'm done, now I'm going to get busy!"

This was an acceptable answer for a little boy, so he nodded, pointed to the Daozang Pavilion behind him, and said:

"Come here to find me when you're done, go get busy, I'm going to be busy too!"

The little boy was also neat, and left without looking back.

Zhao Rang looked at his back, and asked the ghost:

"What are you up to?"

The little boy stopped, turned his head and replied:

"Draw!"

"And what are you up to?"

In a child's world, the world is fair. Since I'm back to your question, you have to tell me the answer to the same question.

"I also paint."

The little boy was even happier when he heard this, and said excitedly:

"Remember to bring it to me after you finish painting, I'm very good at drawing! The master praises me every time! ”

Zhao Rang watched the little boy walk into the Daozang Pavilion, thinking to himself that his master should be the substitute teacher, right?

After coming back to his senses, Zhao Rang continued to walk towards the disciple's residence at the foot of the mountain, and on the way, he met the mountain guards who patrolled the mountain at night, and there were several young disciples among them.

The mountain guard who led the group was the one who was guarding in front of the small courtyard of the three missing disciples today.

"Who?!"

"Shut up ......"

The disciples who patrolled the mountain did not know Zhao Rang.

In the middle of the night, it is inevitable to see a person with a knife at his waist and a lantern wandering outside, which is inevitably nerve-wracking.

The mountain guard led by him had already seen Zhao Rang's face clearly, and hurriedly scolded the disciple, stepped forward respectfully, and after saluting politely, he asked:

"Dare to ask where Childe is going?"

Zhao Rang looked at his face-full but extremely flattering, and said stubbornly:

"Go find the substitute teacher!"

In the middle of the night, there must be something important.?

The man didn't ask any more, raised the lantern in his hand a little, turned sideways, and said:

"Childe, I'll show you the way!"

At the same time, he instructed his subordinates to continue to inspect, especially to take those disciples carefully.

"Childe hasn't rested so late!"

The two walked on the mountain road one after the other, and the lanterns were also bright and dark.

Zhao Rang simply blew out the lantern in his hand, carried it on his shoulder, and said:

"I was going to sleep, but I remembered something again."

The man smiled and said:

"Childe has worked very hard for the affairs of Baihe Mountain, and he has really helped the acting head of the sect a lot!"

Regarding this person's enthusiasm, Zhao Rang seemed relatively cold. No matter what he said, Zhao Rang was shallow and had no way to deal with it.

"It's here to go! The courtyard of the substitute teacher is at the very edge! ”

"Well, I'm tired!"

There are still lights on in the courtyard where the substitute is in charge.

The place he lived in was indeed as the little junior sister said, it was the courtyard of an ordinary disciple.

However, the land in the courtyard is barren, and it must be that the Acting Sect is devoted to the long river of Daozang, and there is no time to take care of these.

The gate was not closed.

Zhao Rang walked straight in.

The courtyard was extremely quiet, giving Zhao Rang an extremely unreal feeling. It seems that this courtyard has also become a part of the Taoist treasure, hidden in the thick inheritance, carrying the ancestors and inspiring future generations.

The closer he got to the house, the slower Zhao Rang's footsteps became.

Although his steps had been light, he was still worried that this movement would upset the long-standing balance of the courtyard.

But the road is so long, no matter how slow Zhao Rang goes, he will eventually reach the door.

Just as he raised his hand to knock on the door, the door slowly opened from the inside.

The emaciated figure of the Acting Sect stood at the door.

Seeing that it was Zhao Rang, he looked a little surprised.

"Zhao Gongzi!"

"The acting head of the sect hasn't rested yet?"

Zhao Rang said with a greeting.

Zhao Rang, the acting head of the sect, invited him into the door, and said with a smile:

"I thought it was a disciple who had an epiphany in the middle of the night and came to me to discuss the confirmation, but I didn't expect it to be you Zhao Gongzi."

Zhao Rang also smiled and said:

"It is really hard to work on all the things in the sect during the day, and to study the Daozang at night, and answer questions and doubts for the disciples."

Dai Zhangjiao sighed, moved his somewhat stiff neck, didn't know what he remembered, and stood in place for a long time.

"Ahh My brain...... What a faux pas! Zhao Gongzi, please take a seat! ”

The furnishings in the house are simpler than Zhao Rang's, with only a desk and a row of bookshelves against the wall.

Zhao Rang sat across the desk, looking at the shelves behind him full of books, many of which were sandwiched with notes, and they were full of dense fly-headed letters, thinking that even if it was a few old scholars in the academy who had been writing for thousands of years, it was estimated that this was the case.

"Zhao Gongzi, I'm really sorry, I only have water here, no tea and no wine. I know that you martial arts cultivators should all like to drink. ”

On behalf of the head of the sect, he brought a bamboo life and put it in front of Zhao Rang.

It doesn't matter what you drink, if Zhao Rang wanted to drink, he wouldn't have come tonight.

What made him care more was the bamboo cup.

"Zhao Gongzi likes this cup?"

赵力 says:

"It seems ordinary, but there is an indescribable feeling, as if it contains a heavenly opportunity."

The acting head of the sect's eyes lit up and said:

"No wonder Uncle Zhao said that Zhao Gongzi, you are a person who has a fairy fate, and you can see the extraordinaryness of this cup!"

As he spoke, Dai Zhangjiao turned around and took out a book from the shelf, quickly turned to one of the pages, pointed to Zhao Rang and said:

"You see, this kind of bamboo is the treasure of the Southern Daomen, and it is called Tianji Bamboo. It is said that the longevity is endless, and it will not die after two calamities. Using this kind of bamboo to make a water cup can help the person who majores to understand the truth of heaven more quickly. ”

Zhao Rang quickly let go of his hand, glad that he didn't drink the water in the cup just now.

The word Nandi, now he heard it and he had a headache...... The whole person is not good, let alone using something from that side.

"This cup was brought by the leader of the feather coat, and there are only two of them, and they were given to my senior brother and me respectively."

"The white crane seniors also used it?"

Zhao Rang asked.

The acting head of the sect didn't expect Zhao Rang to ask about this, but he still thought about it seriously, and then replied:

"I think I've used it, but I can't remember exactly."

"By the way, Zhao Gongzi came to visit at night, so what's the matter?"

Finally asked the right question, Zhao Rang cleared his throat and said:

"There are several things going on tonight."

As a result, before he could elaborate, the substitute head interrupted his narration and asked:

"Is there another disciple missing?"

Zhao Rang shook his head.

The substitute head teacher responded, and his mind calmed down a little.

"But some disciples were poisoned, and some people died."

The acting master still has a deep impression of the disciple of his senior sister, and feels that he is diligent and studious, but he lacks some natural understanding.

But he has no memory of Sun Er, the miscellaneous servant. No matter how Zhao Rang described it, he couldn't remember when there was such a person on the mountain.

"I heard that Sun Er originally went up the mountain with the Feather Coat Daoist, and he brought it from the south!"

"I remember!"

The acting head of the sect opened suddenly, pointed to the water cup in front of Zhao Rang and said:

"He sent this cup."

"Alas...... Sun Er is very good...... He is very neat and doesn't talk much. I asked him if he had ever read and he said he couldn't read, and I said that if he wanted to read and read, he could come to me after finishing his work, and I taught him, but he never came to me. ”

Abandoning the fragmented thoughts of the substitute master, Zhao Rang was even more glad that he didn't drink the water in the cup.

After Sun Er's hand, even if there is no problem, Zhao Rang also feels that he should ......

"I'm sorry Zhao Gongzi, please continue."

After talking a lot, he finally stopped.

But Zhao Rang has already said what he should have said, and there is nothing more to say.

Before entering the door, he also thought about whether to tell the acting master of the fifteen shadows left by the white crane, but now it seems that he feels that it is right not to say it.

Sometimes telling too much is not always good. It's like the table is full of delicious food and wine, and you don't necessarily have to raise your glass and chopsticks immediately.

He had come to ask the head of the school about the painting, but now he had changed his mind.

Because Zhao Rang suddenly remembered the little boy he met at the door of the Daozang Pavilion just now.

The little boy lives in the Dozokaku.

The little boy said he had a master.

The little boy loves to draw.

Zhao Rang's intuition told him that behind the connection of these three points, there must be something terrible, which was even more difficult to comprehend than the cup made of that machine-made bamboo.