The incense burner on the bedside table attracted Pei Li's attention, this incense burner was much cleaner than the incense burner in front of the smiling Buddha outside, it was obviously wiped down, the furnace was covered with three piles of light white incense ash, Pei Ye twisted it up and looked at it, it was also new in the past two days.

There are also two old sticks on the table, which should have been written by asking someone for help a long time ago, and now they have been moved directly from the Buddha statue to here. One reads "Get rich and eat meat", and the other says "Miao Miaofu's family treats her well".

There is no statue of a god in front of the stick, only the crooked symbol is carved on the table, and a bronze small bottle is placed in front of the symbol.

Pei Ye stretched out his hand and picked it up, this small bottle and the four left in the woods are the same shape, it should be the cup filled with fairy water in Lao Xiangzi's mouth.

Put the cup in his waist pocket, and look at it again, there is half a bowl of vegetable soup at the head of the bed, which is leftover from the morning, obviously Lao Xiangzi has not been home since he was separated from him yesterday afternoon.

The desire to find Lao Xiangzi to inquire carefully was disappointed, and Pei Ye walked out of the small courtyard with a calm face.

Back in his own hospital, the old man had always been sleepy and had not woken up at this time.

Pei Ye took out the sword, crossed the blade, slashed on his forehead, came to the urn, and looked down at the water as a mirror.

On his forehead, the oozing blood obscured the pattern, but after wiping the blood away and gently opening the wound, the symbol seemed to shrink a step deeper, still imprinted on the flesh.

If the skin is peeled off, it will be born on the flesh, and if the flesh is cut off, it will probably be imprinted on the bones, which does not seem to be something foreign, but is made of one's own flesh and blood.

Is this the brand of the gods?

The clammy coldness of the autumn rain seemed to stick to the skin for the first time, and at the same time as the chill rose, a kind of anger that was regarded as a chicken and duck sticking a grass mark surged up, and Pei Ye raised his head suddenly, as if he wanted to look at something.

But only the gray and white sky was gloomy and depressed, and the raindrops the size of beans fell vertically towards his eyes, Pei Ye did not dodge, and let it hit his eyeballs with slight pain.

After a long time, Pei Ye said to himself: "You seem to only be able to order." ”

……

Pei Ye prepared the meal as usual, brought it to the house and woke up the old man, the old man just sat up and sniffled, and said in a dumb voice: "Why does it smell of blood?" Where's the injury? ”

While feeding Pei Li, he told him in detail about last night's experience.

The old man raised a pair of deep eye sockets, and the eyebrows should have grown where they should have been wrinkled.

"Do you know this symbol?"

"Candle World Sect."

"Candle World?" Pei Ye was taken aback, "Have you heard of it?" ”

"I've just heard of it, but I haven't dealt with it." The old man said, "The evil demon outer way, fifty years ago, caused several catastrophes in the southwest, and was exterminated by the Immortal Terrace. Since Shen Yanping didn't recognize it, it can be seen that Xianrentai judged that this cult had been wiped out, and no longer distributed relevant information to the local standing inspection. ”

"But now that it's resurrected, what does this sect do?"

"Since it's a sect, of course, it's for their gods, I don't know the specifics. To tell the truth, when I went to the rivers and lakes, they had already written in the merit book of Xianrentai, and I didn't catch up with them to make waves. The old man slowly raised his arm, and as soon as the hand left the support, it began to tremble, until he pressed Pei Li's forearm, "Are they eyeing you now?" ”

"Yes. But nothing serious, several adults have already asked the state for help. ”

The old man shook his head: "A puff of fire that has only been lit after fifty years of dormancy will be easily extinguished?" ”

Pei Ye was dumbfounded.

"Hopefully they're just a pre-dying attempt, but it's better not to underestimate your enemies."

Pei Ye nodded heavily, and asked again, "Grandpa Yue, have you ever heard of 'Quail Head'?" ”

"What?"

Pei Li told the dream.

The old man frowned and shook his head.

Pei Ye was a little disappointed, thinking that the old man could give some advice.

The old man's dark eyes seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts: "Why do you ask this, what's going on in your heart?" ”

Pei Li was silent for a moment and did not answer.

He does have a lot of emotions that want to vomit.

For example, vigilance against black cocktails. There are traces to follow when the Candle World Sect is eyeing itself, because his dantian is better planted, and he is one of the twelve sacrifices, but why did the black mantis choose himself alone? What is its purpose?

Like the anger that had to be locked with sanity tongs. Like a rabbit running away from a wolf, he cowers away from the wicked men, because they have killed their relatives and friends, and he is next.

But in the end he didn't say anything. Because the old man in front of him is not a master who lives in seclusion in the book, he is just a poor worm who has fallen into the dirt, and his weakness and powerlessness are not fakes.

"It's nothing, let's talk about it when it's over. I'm going to spend the night at the county office tonight, and a few adults will be there to protect us. Pei Ye diverted the topic and said, "I'll cook more meals, and I'll eat them myself when I'm ready, and I'll be back tomorrow." ”

The old man nodded slowly.

The young man walked out the door, and the old man suddenly said, "Xiaoli." ”

"What."

"There is no ravine in front of the tiger."

“…… Well. ”

Pei Ye returned to his room, came to the cabinet, removed his clothes, and took out a sword case from the mezzanine.

Flip the buckle, and a long sword lies in it.

It's not a sword, it's not a divine sword, it's just a good sword.

This sword was the first time he won the prize of the Mid-Autumn Festival when he was fourteen years old, the workmanship was solid and tough, the scabbard was made of rosewood wrapped in cowhide, the hilt was wrapped with fine red rope, and the body of the sword was like a sparkling river in the sun, and every detail was in place.

Pei Ye was reluctant to wear out, and he had never used it to practice the sword on weekdays, and he hadn't left the courtyard for almost two years.

When he took it out of the box, the tassel hanging from the head of the sword brushed the back of his hand, and Pei Ye paused.

This tassel is made of green silk, which is very exquisite, and is also decorated with a small white jade pillar, Pei Ye knows that there are sixteen small characters engraved on it, which is "Feeling Jun Fangde, hiding the heart in the jade; Crane bones and bamboo zhi, do not fall into the clouds", you have to come to the front to see clearly.

This was given to him by Lin Jue on his birthday the year before last, when the dantian seed had just been injured, and the girl often came to carefully comfort and encourage him. At that time, this tassel was very suitable after hanging the sword, and both of them were very happy. In order to prove that he did not give up on himself, Pei Ye played the swordsmanship taught by Grandpa Yue on the spot, although it was in vain, it was indeed sharp and chic enough, and the girl's face was so red with excitement.

At this time, if you really want to fight the enemy, this sword spike will inevitably be a little dragged, Pei Ye gently untied it and put it away properly.

He rummaged through the wardrobe and changed into a neat outfit, and his straw sandals were replaced by boots, and his sword was in his hand, and he rolled the wine and medicine into a package.

When he went out, the wicker in front of the courtyard scratched his cheeks, Pei Ye waved his hand away irritably, and strode north.