These days, in order to prevent Hujiang Chengtian from following Shaodian blindly, King Anting asked him to guard the mountain ghosts, although he was not happy, he still couldn't withstand his father's critical blows, and finally could only cover his head and rush to the cave where the mountain ghosts were imprisoned. The ordinary mountain ghosts and the leaders of the mountain ghost clan are separated, and King An Ting is not worried about letting him guard the leader, so he only asks him to guard the ordinary mountain ghosts, but Hujiang is born a road idiot, and he has not found the cave after wandering around for a long time, but is getting farther and farther away from the destination.

Jialan has been almost inseparable from Hujiang these days, she actually doesn't understand why the people of the human race even have to hold a piece of jade when they sleep, can this make him increase his spiritual power?

This, Jialan really thought right, although she was sucking the aura in the hookah jade in the jade, but this piece of jade was not so simple after passing through the hands of King Anting. The surface of this jade is smeared with a kind of spirit powder, which does not fall in the wind and does not retreat in the water, and will condense the aura in the jade all the time, but because the aura in the jade is sucked away by her, the aura of the spirit powder is actually the aura of Jialan. Every day, Hujiang absorbs Jialan's aura, and it only takes ten days to make him refreshed, and even walking feels a lot lighter.

"Wrong, go back. Jialan couldn't help but speak, and couldn't help but feel strange in her heart, didn't that middle-aged man know to send someone to send this guy, so he had to let him go randomly?

"Really?" Hujiang scratched his head, going back and forth, still not sure. "What if it's wrong to go back?"

"......," she swore she wouldn't leave him alone.

Jialan's silence finally convinced Hu Jiang, and he looked up at the sky, it was already past noon. He wandered around the woods for a long time, but he was a little hungry. He looked around, surrounded by trees, almost trying to shade the sky, it was clear that it was autumn, but the trees here were still lush as summer, but there was not a single fruit tree among them. Seeing that there were no fruit trees nearby, Hujiang had no choice but to give up.

In order to endure the hunger, Hujiang wanted to talk to Jialan to distract him.

"Hey, are you hungry?" Hujiang sighed, his voice weak.

"The spirit does not feel hungry, only weak. Jialan replied.

"Oh. Hujiang pulled out his knife and cut down the low branch that blocked the road, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Are you weak then?"

“...... No. Jialan knew he was at a loss for words, but having him with her gave her the illusion that she was talking to the baby spoon, and although none of their voices were the same, at least they didn't make her feel lonely.

It's the same when she was in Xinghai, she and Baby Spoon are not good at words, but every time he tries to say as much as possible, even if she has nothing to say, she is willing to listen. If the baby spoon really doesn't know what to say, he will make some noise to let her know that he is still there.

But although Baby Spoon can be said to be a good teacher, he is not a good "father", or he just takes teaching Jialan as a daily task, and never gives extra affection.

"Hmm, my name is Hujiang, what about you?" Hujiang thought that he didn't know the name of the jade spirit, so he asked in a loud voice. Seeing that they will have to get along for a long time, he can't start with "hey" every time he speaks.

After a few days of getting along, Jialan gradually became familiar with him, and after what happened to Ah Hui before, she became more and more vigilant, but this handsome young man seemed to be born with affinity, so she couldn't afford to be disgusted. She was silent for a while, and then said:

"My name is Jialan. ”

As soon as the words fell, the vision in front of him began to blur, his head began to feel groggy and painful, and the blackness in front of him gradually spread. Here it is again, before losing consciousness, Jia Lan thought.

The midsummer sun was dazzling, and she used her wide sleeves to cover the glare of the sun before she could open her eyes. A boy dressed in blue sat high in the trees, looking at her with his head bowed. She looked at the boy too, the corners of her mouth curled, her mouth open, saying something, but she couldn't hear her own voice. The boy in blue seemed to hear her words, he looked at her and blinked ignorantly, the broken light behind him hit his shoulder hair, the long wind blew, the paulownia leaves of the tree sounded, like a flying butterfly flapping its wings, the tender green branches growing on the tips of his ears had not completely faded, and the emerald green leaves on it were also flying with the wind at this time, and the long dark green hair was almost the same length as his height, and when it flew, it was like a green wing, and it wanted to take off but was pulled down because of the weight of its body. In the light and shadow, his figure became more and more flickering, he looked at her, his confused eyes gradually softened, his full red lips opened lightly, and he said:

"My name is Qingtong-kun. ”

“...... Kiri......" Jialan struggled to call out the name, but she seemed to be in a deep dream, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't call out the name.

Consciousness gradually cleared, but when she thought about it again, she forgot the name, what was Tong?

At this time, Hujiang also fell silent. He remembered that when he was a child, he was often sent to the palace by his father because of his frailty, and there was the best royal physician in the palace, who specialized in regulating the body of the king. The king of men favored King Anting, and even with him, the king of men was afraid that he would be bored and bored in his illness, so he allowed him to walk around the palace at will.

He was only ten years old at the time, and he was followed by people day and night, but he was mischievous and liked to run wildly, and when King Anting was away, he often ran to the less crowded places of the palace in order to get rid of the attendants, and whenever he ran to those places, he would always find that the people behind him were gone, and when he went out, he would find those attendants waiting outside.

After that, he stayed in those places almost every day. An old book pavilion in the palace is also one of his strongholds, although it is a forbidden place, but the king of people also let him enter, presumably thinking that a ten-year-old child can't make any waves. When he was ten years old, he could already read and understand ordinary books, although there were many books in the old book pavilion, but he never thought of taking them out to see, just because there were three layers of books in the pavilion, and each layer had various specimens of spirit beasts, and he just looked at those specimens for seven or eight days.

When he entered the top floor, he found that there were many fewer specimens on the top floor than on the lower two floors, and he lost interest after a few glances. Just as he was about to go down, he tripped over the slightly raised plank under his feet, and his mouth just hit the floor and knocked out one of his front teeth.

He covered his bleeding mouth and got up from the ground, and when he stretched out his hand, a bloody baby tooth was lying in the palm of his hand, perhaps because he didn't feel the pain and didn't feel afraid, he didn't cry but turned back to look at the plank in a hurry.

He put the baby teeth on the floor on his side, and hurriedly lay on the ground to look inside through the gap, it was dark and dreary, and when he got closer, there was suddenly black gas overflowing from the gap, he panicked, and hurriedly moved his hands and feet backwards, but he didn't think that he suddenly hit the bookshelf behind him, but fortunately, the bookshelf didn't move at all and just dropped a few books.

The sudden noise seemed to startle the black gas, which gradually retracted and disappeared after a while, and when he looked again, he found nothing. Along with several books scattered on the ground, a scroll of pictures fell. Maybe it's been shelved for a long time, and the painting scroll has turned yellow, and even if you don't see the contents, you know that the painting inside must be incomplete.

He saw it at first sight and walked over to unfold it carefully. The painting shows a woman in blue, the woman soars in the air, making a gesture of preparation, her hands are like eagle claws, and her nails seem to be dripping with dark red blood. Her face was hideous, like Shura, her blue clothes were dirty and torn, and she could no longer see her original appearance, and the ground around her was littered with human limbs. The more he looked, the more frightened he became, fear rising from the soles of his feet, hovering behind his back, and he began to feel a little cold. With a roll of his eyes, he saw the words "Evil Spirit Map" in the upper right corner of the picture, and a few small words at the bottom: The human world is the only evil spirit, brutal and bloodthirsty, and kills people when they see them. His eyes trembled slightly, his little hands trembled, and he only felt like a man's back.

At that time, Hujiang was still young, and he was frightened by the black gas, and when he looked at this picture again, his hair stood up in fear, and the fear in his heart was magnified several times. He hasn't been to that place since.

Time has passed so long, although he can no longer remember the appearance of the person in the painting, but the evil spirit Jialan has been deeply imprinted in his mind, so that he has nightmares for the first few years, every time he wakes up, he will find that his bed is wet, the word Yijialan is not only his childhood nightmare, but also an embarrassing past that he does not want to mention now. At that time, everyone in the palace knew that their son cried hysterically and his face was red every time he wetted the bed, and King Anting did not know the reason, and when he saw him crying, he did not allow anyone to change the quilt for him, so the father and son spent the night.

Hujiang had never seen Jialan's face, and when he thought about the past, he was a little scared, which showed the strength of the shadow of childhood. He didn't dare to ask Jialan if it was an evil spirit, although it was very unlikely that such an evil spirit would happen to him, just ask, but ......

He secretly glanced at the jade on his waist, and suddenly felt uncomfortable.

Jialan noticed his abnormality, frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"

Hu Jiang was stunned for a moment, and his head was silent.

"Hey. Jialan called him again.

"......" Hujiang's body trembled, and his side head raised slightly to look at the sky, pretending not to hear.

In this way, it is even more strange, Hujiang is obviously a person with a lot of words, and there must be something wrong with the sudden silence. But Jialan saw that he looked constipated, and she didn't bother to take care of him, so she sank to the bottom of the jade and began to suck the aura.

Hujiang saw that Jialan was no longer talking, and then began to relax.

Half an hour later, Hujiang met the patrolling soldiers, and when he looked again, there was a cave in front of him, and at the entrance of the cave stood two guards in black armor, which were not quite the same as those patrolling soldiers. He hurriedly ran over and handed over the waist card that King Anting had given him, but the two guards did not take it, but only glanced at him and left him alone. Hujiang was a little inexplicable, glanced at them a few times, and saw that they looked ahead without squinting, so he took the waist card and walked in.