I saw that the person who was named slowly moved forward from behind Ma Jian'er. In the dim candlelight, the "gray hair" fell out, revealing the short blue hair hidden underneath. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, his hands wiped his face indiscriminately, and the wrinkles on both sides of his eyebrows were all smoothed. One-Eye was still the same One-Eye, but when he had removed his disguise, he had become a different person.

"You're Aconitum Qing!" I said, "In other words, you were the traitor from eighteen years ago?"

The one-eyed old bell, no, it was the aconitum qing who laughed loudly, and said without hesitation: "You are much smarter than those self-righteous fools." It's just that I'm a Demon Monarch Cultist, so why do I say I'm a traitor?"

"Elder Wu," the words fell, Ma Jian'er clenched his fists at him, hooking the corners of his lips, "I was in the broken temple before, and I was offended. However, we are also doing this for the great cause of the sect leader to dominate the rivers and lakes. ”

Ma Jian'er took out an object from his bosom and placed it in front of him as he spoke.

"Exquisite heart, exquisite blood. Aconitum held up the strange red stone, a light flashed in one eye, and then looked at me tightly, an elusive smile on the corner of his mouth.

Zheng –

The colorful sword is like a great enemy. A few blue rays of light erupted in the long secret passage, which provoked the two of them to retreat one after another.

"Sure enough, it's a good sword. Aconitum squinted his eyes and said. And Ma Jian'er, who was standing beside him, had a calm face.

I pointed my sword at the two of them, and shouted, "What do you want to do after such a big circle?"

Aconitum Qing stared at me and sighed, shaking his head, "Young people are young people, and they still lack a little heat." ”

With that, he took out a slender incense stick from his cuff and placed it on top of the candlelight that was flickering on the side. The sticks immediately burst into flames, and a cloud of white smoke quickly rushed towards me. The colorful sword couldn't help but make a "whining" sound in this vast whiteness, and we suddenly felt dizzy and weak.

Bang Dong –

The sword came out of my hand, and I couldn't hold it anymore, so I gritted my teeth and fell to the ground on my knees.

"Enough of the aconitum green, you forgot that the sect leader said that you want to take live blood. ”

In the mist, I tried to hold my breath, and dimly saw a person walking slowly in front of me. He half-crouched down and quickly made a small cut in my numb finger, and immediately beads of blood congealed out.

Smack-

Beads of blood fall onto the redstone.

One, two, three......

With a half-dazed wisp of consciousness, I saw that all the blood melted into the stone, and finally disappeared.

This is...... Exquisite blood?

At that moment, countless voices echoed in my head.

"Whoever has the blood to melt into that stone has a delicate heart. ”

"Qinghe, you say, will my blood melt into that stone?"

"Although Yun Niangniang was nowhere to be found, the delicate grass seeds she left behind were taken to help a person with heart disease......

There was a trembling voice in his ears, "If it's really you, you're ......"

The pockmarked face in front of him became more and more blurred, and finally the surroundings were plunged into endless darkness.

It was as if I had a long, long dream. In the dream, I returned to Jinling and saw many familiar things.

Everything in the dream has some old colors, and it doesn't seem to be the current scene. I stood on the familiar bamboo forest path and saw a man in plain clothes slowly walking forward, holding a swaddling baby in his arms.

"Master, Master?"

My eyes widened and I couldn't help but scream.

said that he was a master, but his face was clearly much younger, as always, he had a fairy wind bone, but his steps were a little heavy.

Master didn't seem to hear me at all, and walked straight past me. I followed him up along the bamboo forest, and after a while, the four vigorous and powerful characters of "Mo Shang Villa" appeared in front of me.

In the swaddling clothes, there was the sound of a baby crying, and the master coaxed softly. He put the child on the bamboo couch, but the bamboo couch was too hard, and the child cried even more.

The baby in the swaddling baby blushed with tears. With a solemn face, the master took out a cloth bag from it, poured a pill and fed it into the child's mouth.

"Don't cry, don't cry. ”

He whispered softly as he sent the qi into the child's body with his palm. The crying was quiet. When I poked my neck out to look again, I saw that the infant child had already spread his eyebrows and eyes, and his face had returned to normal.

"Come on, this will be your home from now on. He looked at the baby in his arms, who was gradually falling asleep, but his face was still sad.

Alas-

There was a sigh in the quiet villa, and the master put the child firmly on the bamboo couch, covered it with a quilt, took out the paper letter and cloth bag in the swaddling clothes, and turned around with his hands behind his back in contemplation.

"Poor—"

"Haha!"

A laugh broke the silence. In the blink of an eye, the dream scene has changed.

In the courtyard of the cottage stood two boys. With a "bang", the sword in the little girl's hand fell to the ground, and the little boy opposite her neatly retracted the sword and put it back into its sheath, and a wave of joy jumped on his eyebrows.

"Xiaoqi, you lost again! Now you are convinced!" The little boy shook his sleeves and jumped up to the stone table on the side, "Hehe, the last string of sugar gourds belongs to me!"

He was satisfied with the string of red sugar gourds on the table, and did not forget to show it in front of the little girl with a sad face before eating.

The little girl looked even more depressed, patted her head and pouted. At that moment, another sound came from the house.

"Xiaoqi, it's time to drink the decoction!"

My eyes lit up, and sure enough, I saw the master dressed in a plain robe walking out of the back room with a bowl and a smile.

The little girl's mouth was pursed higher, but she still walked obediently under her feet.

Master half-bowed and brought the bowl to her. The little girl only took a sip, then frowned, twisted the little bun face and said, "Master, it's so bitter!"

"It's useful to be bitter!" said the little boy who ate the sugar gourd with his teeth rattling and clenching his little fists.

"Xiaoqi, you can only grow up after drinking medicine, and when you grow up, you can eat whatever you want, and play wherever you want. ”

Master's words were really effective, and the little girl listened to it, gritted her teeth, and drank the soup in this bowl to the bottom. She wiped her mouth, glanced at the sugar gourd in the little boy's hand, pulled the sleeve of the person in front of her, and winked at him pitifully.

"Master, why can't I beat my brother? Why doesn't my brother drink these decoctions? Why can't I eat sugar gourds?"

Listening to those aggrieved words made my heart tremble. The little boy who ate the sugar gourd was stunned, put his hand down little by little, and smiled on his face.

Master squatted down, rubbed the little girl's head, and said to her in the gentlest voice, "Xiaoqi, you are seven years old this year. Master promised you that when you are eight years old, you will not have to drink these decoctions. When the time comes, Master will take you down the mountain, and you will eat whatever you want. When your body grows stronger, Master will teach you and my unique martial arts, and you will definitely be more powerful than Xiao Gu at that time!"

"Okay!"

The little girl was so happy that she spun in circles on the spot.

"Senior brother, senior brother, did you hear that? Master said, I will be even more powerful than you in the future!"

"I know!" the little boy's face warmed up, and he looked at the excited little girl and sniffed, hiding the half-bitten sugar gourd behind him.

......

This is an old Jinling thing. The laughter and joy in the courtyard were several years away, and the luck of seeing it brought tears to my eyes.

Gradually, the laughter faded away, and the canopy dimmed, and eventually it fell into darkness.

When I opened my eyes again, an indescribable smell of putrid smell crept into my nose.

Stone walls are still everywhere, and the candlelight is dim. It turned out that I had not yet stepped out of that long secret passage.

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