"So, what is the thing out there?" Feng Wantong frowned and asked the long-standing doubt.

She asked Hongyan when she told her that there was something abnormal, but at that time, Hongyan only said one sentence: she was afraid that the other party would find out, and there was no response after that.

At this time, it was determined that it was safe, so Feng Wantong also dared to ask the truth of the matter.

Hongyan pondered for a moment, and just when Feng Wantong wanted to open his mouth to urge, he whispered: "I can't tell what it is, and I can't even determine where it is, but I can be sure that it is a kind of evil spirit, and it has the ability to restrain spirits, otherwise it won't make me feel dangerous." ”

There are many types of spirits, mostly referring to the sanity born from the baptism of spiritual energy for many years, such as sword spirits, qin spirits, book spirits, and so on.

Spirits can't practice, but they can mobilize their aura to fight with their own body, or have some other special functions, such as the qin spirit can study the tune by itself, the sword spirit can ward off evil spirits, and the book spirit has the ability to remember, etc.

The difference between evil spirits and ordinary spirits is that they are not necessarily sanity born from objects, but may also be evolved from the soul of living beings after death, such as resentful spirits, angry spirits, evil spirits, and so on.

Spirits are divided into two categories: spirits and evil spirits, and like humans, spirits cannot judge good and evil from the surface, so they can only judge from their behavior patterns.

If the good thoughts are strong, they are spirits, if the evil thoughts are strong, they are evil spirits, and the strange things that are half good and evil should be classified by their birth environment and ontology.

Hearing Hongyan say that she had a sense of crisis, Feng Wantong couldn't help but fall into worry.

You must know that although the spirit body does not cultivate, their strength is usually enhanced by the increase in birth time, Hongyan has been born for more than two hundred years, and her strength is about the fourth grade intermediate level, and now she even said that she has a sense of crisis, it is conceivable that the other party will definitely not be a good master.

Come to think of it, people always have to face reality.

After pondering for a moment, Feng Wantong asked Hongyan for her opinion: "What do you say we should do?

Hongyan shook his head lightly: "I can't run away, I only felt something wrong when you came here, now that I think about it tonight, I suspect that it is staring at you all the way." ”

Hongyan continued: "And the threat of evil spirits at night is far greater than during the day, and if you really go out now, it will be a great disaster. ”

"So what do you suggest?" Feng Wantong asked.

Hongyan said without thinking: "Tomorrow at noon, take advantage of the strongest sun to go down the mountain." ”

"I'll try my best. Feng Wantong sighed slightly, it still depends on everyone's opinion when to leave, after all, she promised Li Tianquan to come to fetch the dragon leaf flower, if she didn't get the spirit grass, she would persuade people to leave first, then what would people think of her when she turned around.

"Don't try to do it, the faster you go, the better. Hongyan said seriously: "And I have a feeling that that the thing outside will definitely not be as simple as an ordinary evil spirit." ”

"Huh?" Feng Wantong was stunned: "Why do you say that?"

Hongyan closed the villain book in his hand and put it back in the Sumeru bag, turned into a streamer and drilled into the sword, and after a long silence, he finally let out a soft sigh: "Because everything it shows is really weird......"

Before I knew it, it was already three watches in the night, and the room was silent, except for Li Tianquan, who was still sitting on the bed and experimenting with spells, everyone else fell asleep.

Well...... In fact, there is one that hasn't slept, but it can't be regarded as a person, although the tiger mother has been honestly guarding the bedroom door with her eyes closed, but the slightly trembling ears still betrayed it, but I don't know what it is doing when it doesn't sleep in the middle of the night, obviously it is the earliest sleep......

"Woo ......"

A sharp wind roar sounded outside the house, interrupting Li Tianquan's desire to continue the experiment, and at the same time evoking memories of the past.

He was ten years old that year, Huan Yuheng was five years old, the month was the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, the immature tree fruits in the mountains and forests were welcoming the baptism of Tianshui, the wind roared that day, so at this moment, the sound frequency was also the same, at that time he was practicing the newly learned sword moves in the wind, and there was a sick junior brother lying in the room, and Mr. Mu who was sitting on a wicker chair while decocting medicine while guiding him.

Of course, this is also indispensable to the gentleman's ramblings.

"The sword grip is so loose, are you going to practice flying swords?"

"Look at what I'm doing? No matter how good-looking I look, you should get tired of watching it every day. ”

"Are you still sneaking at me!? Do you practice swords or eyes?"

Thinking about it, Li Tianquan lay on the bed unconsciously, and in a trance, it seemed that he had returned to fifteen years ago, as if he had returned to Lianyun Mountain.

Looking down, the immature hands, the gray military uniform, and the short figure in the sun.

Look at the hand again, the left hand is upside down the short sword, and the right hand is holding the long sword, which is the pair of friends who accompany him day and night - Futaba

Familiar mountains, familiar people, familiar swords, it turned out to be back when he was a child, Li Tianquan couldn't help but chuckle.

However...... It may be late, but it will never be absent, and the only thing that can be described is Mr. Mu's swords.

Mr. Mu looked at Li Tianquan, who was chuckling in the rain, and said, "Can you still giggle in the rain?"

"Hahaha, sir, you're still so funny. Li Tianquan looked up at the dark clouds in the sky, and sighed with an old sigh in a childish voice: "I finally lived for twenty-five years, but now I am back to ten years old, God, how can I offend you, you can say something, I can't change it......"

"Click!"

A thunderclap exploded in the air, which immediately frightened Li Tianquan, and he hurriedly shrank his head and said to the sky: "Let's not be so excited, just make a hint......

Seeing that his disciple was like an iron man, Mr. Mu next to him couldn't sit still, but his expression was still so rigid, even if he was threatening.

Mr. Mu said expressionlessly: "Have you made enough trouble?" Do you practice swords by yourself or will I help you practice swords?"

Although the tone is calm, the charm in it can only be understood by the disciples of Lian Yunshan, let Mr. Mu help practice the sword......? I'm afraid that I feel that life is boring and want to increase the coverage rate of the prefecture, right?

Li Tianquan mentioned Shuangye and hurriedly said: "I'll come by myself, I'll just come by myself......"

The sword is hidden in the shadow, the other side is in full bloom, this is the flower on the other side, the sword is ten thousand ways, the sword root is a cherry blossom, the sword is arrogant, indomitable, this is the orchid, the simplicity is ordinary, dancing with the wind, this is wormwood......

The swordsmanship is mature and old-fashioned, a move and a style, there are Mr. Mu taught, there are also his own creations, just practice a set of swordsmanship to use him an hour's time, during the period is endless, the sword momentum is like flowing water, the sword move is like a hundred flowers blooming, the swordsmanship is famous, two words - burial flowers

Wood is the law, flowers are the sword, Li Tianquan is revisiting the homework he hasn't done for a long time, and he has unconsciously fallen into this sense of familiarity.

The rain became heavier and heavier, but the thunder did not appear again, the medicine bowl placed on the table was already empty, no one knew when Mr. Mu went to feed Huan Yuheng the medicine, now he just looked at Li Tianquan quietly, his eyes flashed, as if he was dodging, or surprised, which no one knows.

The wind intensified, and the fragile leaves were no match for its fury, so they had to be swept up and swept away with the wind, and the wind roared sharply and piercingly, making the doors and windows creak and make the little dilapidated house crumble.

After a swordsmanship drill, a marksmanship drill, and a spell drill, three hours had passed, Li Tianquan stopped his movements, ignored the heavy rain in the sky, sat on the muddy wetland, and the panting Mr. Chaomu grinned: "What does Mr. think of the disciple today?

Mr. Mu nodded lightly and smiled to express his appreciation: "I have indeed improved a lot, it can be seen that you have indeed taken my words to heart." ”

Li Tianquan was slightly stunned, then his brows gradually wrinkled, and after pondering for a moment, he sighed softly: "Mr. Tianquan dare not forget his teachings, but this weather is ......."

Mr. Mu looked up at the gray sky and the churning dark clouds when he heard the sound, but he didn't see anything famous after looking at it for a long time, and he couldn't help but say in surprise: "What's the weather?

"Of course there is a problem, and it is a big problem. Li Tianquan looked up at the sky and sighed again: "It's evening now, but the disciple doesn't have the ability to make a fire and cook on a rainy day, so he can only trouble Mr. to do it himself." ”

"It's okay, no trouble. Mr. Mu got up and walked to the black iron pot placed by the window, and arranged a transparent rain shield above the iron pot with his green sleeves obliquely, and took out the rice from the Sumeru bag, washed it with the rainwater in the pot, added water and covered the wooden pot, and finally stuffed two pieces of firewood into the bottom of the pot.

A set of rice washing and cooking processes is familiar with the road, and Li Tianquan, who is behind him, is not only not half grateful, but there is more and more gloom in his squinted eyes.

The flames rose at the bottom of the pot, and Mr. Mu suddenly turned his head and asked, "What do you want to eat today?" Your junior brother's condition is unstable, so we had better eat lighter." ”

"Of course, everything is based on the junior and the disciple. The cold glint in Li Tianquan's eyes instantly retracted, and he was replaced by a harmless smiling face.

Li Tianquan squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Let's still come as usual, according to the disciple, the cabbage and tofu soup is very good, but our star anise seems to be used up, but the disciple's feet are not enough, I am afraid that I will trouble Mr. to go down the mountain to buy some back......"

Mr. Mu immediately nodded and agreed: "Okay, then you look at the fire, if you dare to cook the rice, you won't eat it tonight." ”

Li Tianquan nodded frantically, and waved his hand at Mr. Mu, who was walking slowly down the mountain, with a strong smile: "Mmmm, sir, go and come back quickly, the disciple will definitely not let Mr. down!"

Mr. Mu went down the mountain to buy spices, and Li Tianquan sat alone by the iron pot, the flickering fire shining on his smiling face, but he couldn't shine on the coldness hidden in his eyes.

He didn't look at the seriously ill junior brother in the house, Mr. Mu asked him to watch the fire and cook, he watched the fire and cook, and sent two firewood to the bottom of the pot casually, staring at the swaying light and his white hands, Li Tianquan chuckled and said to himself: "Hehe, it's really worth the trip, it's getting more and more interesting, interesting, really interesting......"