The sound of the cold was happy all day, and when I was called up to answer the question of the rune in class, I was so happy that I couldn't get up on the table in the middle of speaking.

Everyone looked at each other, and the mountain chief thought that he had gone mad.

After the afternoon class, I hummed a little song to clean up the books.

Yuan Qian leaned over and asked with a smile: "Did anything good happen to Shaojun today, Le Cheng is like this?"

The corners of his mouth were about to grin to his heels, and he was punished by the mountain chief for copying the Heart Sutra three times, and his eyes were still crooked, and he hummed: "Can't I be happy if I don't have a good thing, I'm naturally cheerful, and I smile when I see anyone."

Ubaili passed by with a book in his arms and said quietly, "Heh."

The cold voice was ridiculed, and the joy was not reduced, and he happily held the book and played with the two of them.

Yuan Qian has become a cat and a dog and hates to scare people, but he goes to bed early and gets up early to do his homework seriously, and after dinner, he carries a small table to the courtyard to do his homework while enjoying the shade.

Ubaili looked serious and upright, but he didn't bother to write Na Laoshizi's homework, and was holding a bow and shooting arrows beside him.

The cold sound went back to tinker for a while, and walked out with his homework. Yuan Qian didn't raise the prefix when he wrote: "Shaojun, where are you going to do your homework?"

Su Hansheng paused in his footsteps, and pretended to be calm and waved his wide sleeves: "Ahem, I don't understand a few mental methods, go to the Houshan Buddha Hall and ask my uncle."

Yuan Qian raised his head, squinted at the snake pupils and smiled Yan Yan, dragged out his voice "oh", and said with interest: "If I remember correctly, the clothes on Shaojun's body ...... It seems to be the robe of the Buddha of Mount Meru. "

Chilling Voice: "......"

Su Hansheng tightened his clothes, and finally said quietly after holding it for a long time: "It turns out that your eyesight is so good, I thought you squinted all day long, and your eyeballs were blurred."

Yuan Qian: "......"

After the cold voice finished speaking, he walked away.

Yuan Qian bit the tip of his pen and glared at Wu Baili angrily: "It's all your fault, Shaojun is a good boy who has begun to learn yin and yang."

Wu Baili ignored it, and released an arrow with an expressionless face, hitting the bull's-eye.

**★

The companion tree climbed on top of him, hooking a small lamp to illuminate the path under his feet. The sound of the cold ran as he trotted towards the Buddha Hall in the back mountain.

Yesterday, Chongjue was drunk and drunk, and threw a bunch of plain robes and robes on his bed, and then as usual

He told him to be gentle and frugal in the future, and turned into smoke and left.

The sound of the cold was buried in the pile of clothes with the fragrance of Bodhi flowers for a long time, and after reacting, he laughed and fell.

This kind of absurd thing can't be done in a sober Chongjue, it seems that Ying Jianhua is indeed right, Shizun is drunk and crazy.

The sound of the cold has reached this day. He was in a very good mood, humming a little tune he had heard somewhere, and ran to the Buddhist hall.

On the stone steps, you can see the Buddha hall in the mountains and forests from a distance. At this hour, Chongjue must be participating in meditation.

Su Hansheng had a bad stomach and was about to make fun of this handle and looked at it and Chongjue was still holding a shelf in front of him no.

The young man had already finished his draft, and after waiting to see someone, he began to look respectful and longing, and the yin and yang strange air in his words was to find a good place.

As soon as he approached the Buddha Hall, he was stopped.

The little novice in the monk's robe was not yet high in the cold sound, he seemed to have been ordered to guard outside the door, stretched out his hand to block the cold sound with a small face, and said seriously: "The young gentleman stays." "

Su Hansheng looked down at him and said suspiciously:

"Which one are you?"

Xiao Shami didn't answer, but said indifferently: "The World-Honored One is in retreat and participating in meditation, and idle people are not allowed to enter and leave the Buddha hall at will."

Su Hansheng smiled proudly: "I'm not an idle person, I'm my uncle's favorite nephew, and my uncle ...... his clothes last night" Xiao Shami's face turned green, and his expressionless face interrupted Su Hansheng's boasting. Shaojun walked slowly and did not send it. ”

Su Chill Voice: "...

Su Hansheng furrowed his brows and looked at the little novice in front of him: "Uncle asked you to stop me?" The little novice stood with one hand, and his little face was tense and silent.

Su Hansheng's small eyes looked up and down at the little novice who was not as high as his chest, and he thought in his heart that this kid had not yet started to cultivate, and he would definitely be vulnerable.

Su Hansheng gave him an ultimatum: "Let me in, or I'll be rude to you."

The little novice ignored it.

Su Hansheng just wanted to see Chongjue, and the obstacle of this radish mound before the meeting, he was about to trespass in with a single step with long legs.

Anyway, the child can't beat him, and Chongjue definitely didn't intend to stop him, otherwise he wouldn't let a powerless child who hasn't grown up guard the door.

Su Hansheng was thinking about it, but he saw the sky spinning in front of him, and his feet fluttered. Wait until you react

He didn't know when he came down the steps, staggered back half a step, frowned and looked up.

Xiao Shami stood at the door of the Buddha hall, full of intimidating power, but he seemed to have been instructed not to touch a single hair of the cold sound. "Shizun is going to retreat for ten days and half a month, Shaojun still doesn't want to spend time here, please go back."

Su Hansheng's brows furrowed. The half-grown children are all in their infancy. Chongjue, this is iron-hearted, and he wants to pretend to be dead and not see him?

He looked at the Buddha hall on tiptoe, and could only vaguely see the back of the screen sitting quietly.

The hand is still moving, and it is impossible to be in retreat.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he raised his voice: "Uncle, I have a few people who don't know how to ask you, can I delay you with a stick of incense...... No, is it time for half a burnt incense?"

Xiao Shami hurriedly stopped him: "Young Gentleman, the Buddha Hall is important, don't make noise!"

I didn't listen to the cold voice, so I had to make trouble: "I also brought you the robe you left in Luowuzhai yesterday, and I want to hand it over to you. Uncle, Chongjue!"

Xiao Shami's eyes widened in shock, and he said angrily: "Presumptuous!"

Su Hansheng still wants to be more presumptuous.

Xiao Shami couldn't bear it at all, and raised his hand and waved.

The cold sound was still there: "Uncle Uncle ......" Before the uncle was finished, the person disappeared in an instant and was blasted out of the Buddha hall a mile away.

Forcibly sending off the guests, Xiao Shami's eyes were so angry that his eyes were red, and he ran into the Buddha hall, knelt outside the screen, and said: "Shizun, the son of Xuanlin Immortal Monarch is too presumptuous, not only is he wearing your robe to make noise in the Buddha hall today, but also ...... And call you by your name!"

The World-Honored One has been practicing on Mount Meru for many years, where has he been so offended?!

Behind the jade seat screen full of Buddhist scriptures, Chongjue was carving the talisman into the string of glass Buddha beads with his eyes down, as if he was indifferent to the outside world.

Hearing that the little novice was crying in anger, the World-Honored One sighed softly for a while and said, "He is a child, and it is fine."

The little novice sobbed and said, "Then, when will the World-Honored One return to Mount Meru?" Chongjue's hand carving the rune paused slightly. He didn't answer the question, and after carving the complete rune, he suddenly said, "It's getting late, has he fallen back to Wuzhai?"

Xiao Shami wiped his tears, urged his divine sense to sweep out, although he didn't like the offense of the cold voice, but he still obediently said: "No, Shaojun is in the red maple forest two miles away."

Chongjue: 

4; Red Maple Forest?"

"Yes." "I think I've gone to find the dragon."

Chong Jue's eyes moved, his brows furrowed unconsciously, the half-drawn rune in his hand dissipated, and the spiritual power exploded between his slender fingers.

Red maple forest? That cold voice came to the Buddha Hall today, is it just a stop?

★Greatly.

There is silence in the red maple forest.

Su Hansheng unhappily kicked the layers of fallen leaves under his feet with the lamp, and muttered in his mouth: "If you don't see it, you won't see it, who is rare to see your ice face, I'll go find someone who is willing to take care of me."

Yuan Qian, Wu Baili, begging for Zhao...... Even Zhuang Lingge treats him warmer than Chongjue.

I haven't seen Zhuang Lingge for a few days, and I just happened to be on the way

In the past, I appeased the dragon shape for him, saving him a trip in vain.

There were no lights in the red maple forest, and Su Hansheng walked around alone with the lamp for a while, and gradually felt creepy, I don't know if he was followed out of the shadows by Infernal Prison Chongjue, and he always felt as if something was following him in the dark.

Weird and scary.

The more I thought about it, the more scared I became, the more scared I was, but the more calm and composed.

After walking a few steps, the steps under his feet accelerated a little, and after passing through a few towering trees, his legs almost flew up, stepping on thick fallen leaves and rushing to the door of Zhuang Lingge's cave.

Seeing the lights lit on both sides of the cave, the beating heart finally slowed down. He pretended to be calm and knocked on the door: "Senior Brother Lingge, have you slept?"

There was silence in the cave. Even if Zhuang Lingge turned into a human form, he would be curled up in the piles of spirit stone mines in the cave all day long, and he might still be asleep at this time.

Su Hansheng wanted to leave, but he was afraid that if he hadn't seen him for a few days, Zhuang Lingxiu would quietly turn into a dragon, and it would be bad if something happened a little later.

He waited patiently for a while, then slammed the door again. Brother Lingge?

Now, there was finally a response inside.

Zhuang Lingge didn't seem to want to speak, his voice was dull and cold through the stone door: "Hansheng, I've fallen asleep, let's talk about something tomorrow."

Su Hansheng was stunned for a moment, and said "oh" in disbelief: "I just want to see if you have grown dragon horns - since it's okay, I'll leave first, and I'll come back to you tomorrow after class."

Zhuang Lingge: "Hmm."

Su Hansheng carried the lamp and walked out thoughtfully. Today's Zhuang Lingge seems to be a little wrong.

Is something wrong?

Su Hansheng frowned slightly, walked a few steps and turned to look at the closed stone gate of the cave, hesitated for a long time and then turned back. Senior Brother Lingge, are you really okay? If I really turned into a dragon, I could ......

Before he finished speaking, there was a violent tremor from the stone gate, as if someone's body inside had slammed into it, and even the small lamp hanging on the side was extinguished.

Su Hansheng took a few steps back in fright.

Zhuang Lingge's voice came from it, but he no longer had the composure he had just pretended, and he almost said coldly: "Hurry up!" No matter how stupid he was, he sensed that something was wrong, and immediately ran out obediently.

But it was too late.

Boom –

The stone gate of the cave was suddenly shattered by something, and if the cold sound didn't run so fast, it would definitely be smashed by the rocks and break the bloodstream.

A dragon emerged from the cave and instantly became a humanoid floating in the air.

Zhuang Lingge's face was cold, and his body was full of fierce killing intent, which was completely different from the ordinary appearance of always wanting to sleep, and he said indifferently: "Come out, don't break my spirit stone."

The phantom of the flaming dragon lingered around him, like an immortal bathed in fire. The sound of the cold rushed all the way out, and the companion trees continued to take root in the soil to find his way.

But just as it was about to rush out of the red maple forest, the companion tree seemed to sense something, and suddenly withered branches danced, forcibly turning into cobweb-like branches and stopping the cold sound of rushing all the way.

With a cold sound, one wing fell into the pile of dead branches, and after realizing it, three steps away from his eyes, was a sudden enchantment. This barrier seems extremely familiar, and it looks like a ......

Someone floated out of the cave gently, his clothes thin but covered with delicate gold and silver decorations, and his ring was eye-catching.

Su Hansheng was stunned.

Silver-proofed?

The silver lamp is still beautiful, but the bright color is accompanied by the decay of vitality, and the eyes are not bright, like dead ashes when the lamp oil is exhausted.

She floated barefoot in the air, her head slightly bowed, like a wooden puppet manipulated by someone.

From behind her, five Dao cultivators dressed in auspicious cloud pattern Dao robes slowly walked out, led by the man Immortal Wind Dao Gu, and respectfully saluted Zhuang Lingge.

"We don't have any malicious intent, we just want to ask the eldest prince to give dragon blood as lamp oil and continue to count the silver lamp life."

The cold sound hiding in the package of the companion tree was stunned.

It sounds good, "almsgiving", but it is the blood of the precious holy relics. It's really the way

Looks good.

Zhuang Lingge didn't care about the world, but it didn't mean that he was a fool, he looked at the five people below coldly: "Trespassing into the Wendao Academy, vainly asking for the blood of the holy relics, thinking that the number of lives to remove the silver lamp has come to an end, so you are allowed to take such a risk.

The eldest prince laughed. The man at the head said with a smile, It is also a holy relic gifted by the Heavenly Dao, and its duty is to stabilize the Heavenly Immortal Mountain Babel Tower, if the silver lamp falls, and the Heavenly Dao will take back the other three holy relics under the wrath of the Heavenly Dao, and wait for the next thousand years, then you ......

Zhuang Lingge is as cold as ice: The palace family is really strategizing.

The man didn't seem to hear Zhuang Lingge's cynicism, and even said with a smile: "The eldest prince praised it falsely, I left the sect twenty years ago, but I was just a side branch of the palace family, and I never dared to take the responsibility of the palace family."

Su Hansheng looked over in surprise. A side branch of the palace family? Take a closer look, the face of Lianli to the extreme of the silver lamp is indeed somewhat similar to that of Gong Fuzao.

The silver lamp was always expressionless, but when he heard the word Gong, his eyes were like a candle flame that had suddenly been extinguished and rekindled. After the man finished speaking, he saluted respectfully, and said lightly: Hanlian, take the lamp oil.

The pupils of the silver lamp turned into a dead ash cold, like a puppet being manipulated, and countless thin threads like spider silk turned out in his hands expressionlessly and went straight towards Zhuang Lingge.

…… Obey the order to forcibly take the dragon's blood as lamp oil.

The two holy relics of the Transformation God Realm fought, and the cultivation of Su Hansheng was not enough to resist a gust of wind from others, so he immediately secretly rubbed and wanted to escape from the ground

Run.

Suddenly, an invisible force forcibly pulled the cold sound out of the dead branches, and it drifted over in a whirlwind. Chill: ......

The man's eyes narrowed, and the vast spiritual power of the Transformation God Realm forcibly suppressed Su Hansheng, and his pupils were strange as if he was looking at something, staring directly at Su Hansheng's eyes.

Seeing that the cold sound was restrained by illusory chains, Zhuang Lingge's golden dragon pupils suddenly shrank into thin slits. "Chill!"

Su Hansheng suffered an unjustified disaster, and Chongjue on his wrist forcibly flashed a spiritual power from the Buddha beads he was wearing.

Su Shaojun was caught floating next to the silver lamp like a chicken cub, he was embarrassed, and he fluttered twice in the cage of chains and saw that he couldn't break free, so he had to squeeze out a smile and said dryly: Sister, sister, what a coincidence.

Silver Lamp: ....

**★

two

The Buddha hall outside the inside.

Chongjue had just carved the talisman on the last Buddha bead, staring at the string of glazed Buddha beads for a long time, not knowing what to think, and holding his forehead with a headache.

Xiao Shami knelt down and poured tea for him, and when he saw this, he whispered: "World Venerable, you have been wearing this string of Buddha beads for thousands of years, are you going to give it away when you engrave a talisman prohibition?"

Chongjue said "um", put the glazed Buddha beads in the jade box, and indifferently ordered: "Early tomorrow morning, send it to Luowu Zhai Su Shaojun."

Xiao Shami was stunned for a moment, "Oh", and took it respectfully, always feeling that the world-honored man who didn't ask about the world seemed to have more fireworks because of the babbling young gentleman.

You...... Xiao Shami couldn't hold back, If Shaojun comes back tomorrow, wouldn't it be right for you to send him in person?

Chongjue said lightly: He hit a wall, and he was afraid that he would not come over again for a while. He knew the young man's temperament, and he looked docile and well-behaved, but in fact his temper was stinky and hard, and he ate soft rather than hard.

What's more, he didn't really come today.

One is for the dragon in the red maple forest, and the other is to make fun of my uncle with yesterday's drunkenness.

It's okay not to see it.

Xiao Shami always felt that Shizun's words were a little strange, but he didn't dare to think about it, and was about to go out with the box in his hand.

Suddenly, Chongjue, who was closing his eyes and participating in meditation, seemed to have discovered something, his brows furrowed tightly, and he said in a low voice. …… Licentious.

Xiao Shami was stunned for a moment, and looked back blankly, only to see a wisp of smoke left on the futon. ——Chongjue has quietly disappeared into the Buddhist hall.