"Sir, sir. "A teenager, that is, me, made a childish voice.

"It's morning. Master Yan Cunzhi used a broom to sweep the dead branches and leaves on the ground, and said, "Is there something wrong?"

I couldn't suppress the joy hidden in my heart, and said in place: "Master, you said that you would take me out of the house to visit Bianjing City this morning." "The old man looked at me and remembered that there was such a thing.

"Okay, I'll do what I promised. Get dressed and get ready to head out. Master Yan Cunzhi touched my head and said solemnly.

"Okay! I can finally get out of the house!" I jumped up, quite childlike and playful nature, not to mention that the master took me out of the house to play.

Master Yan Cunzhi followed me back to the inconspicuous side room where I lived, and helped me change my clothes as kindly and emotionally as a father did to his son, and his eyes could not hide the strong affection for his son.

More than 20 years ago, the only son of Master Yan Cunzhi hanged himself in a scolding voice, leaving too much regret and sadness for the entire Yan Mansion. For more than 12 years, the incident lingered like a nightmare. Until he accidentally rescued the lonely child, the appearance of this child took him out of the shadow of the past.

"Master?" I tugged at the edge of Yan Cunzhi's clothes.

The old man came to his senses and found that he and I were walking leisurely on the streets of Bianjing City. I licked and ate the pancake in my hand, tilting my head to watch the old man's expression change.

The old man rubbed my face, smiled widely, and said, "Ahhhh I wiped my mouth with my hand and nodded.

The two continued on their way.

The streets are full of loud and rough shouting, pedestrians and carriages are constantly coming and going, noisy and joyful, sometimes people are talking and laughing, or sitting quietly drinking tea without speaking.

Maybe it was because he had walked farther, and his pace was much slower than just now, and in addition to that, there was a sound of panting.

"Master, how are you, your face is a little bad. I leaned closer to him and asked worriedly.

The unsteady appearance of the old man caught my attention, but he himself thought it was okay, and took a step and continued on his way. Who knows, the old man's legs and feet are as difficult to lift as a thousand pounds of boulders, and then his center of gravity is unstable and his body leans back.

The world began to distort as he saw it, and in a moment it faded into darkness.

Thump!

Master Yan Cunzhi suddenly fainted to the ground, his hands and feet were numb and unconscious, his tongue was crooked and his words were slurred.

"It's a stroke again, sir, hold on!" I panicked, not knowing how to get help.

It happened that a teenager came to the rescue, and Master Yan Cunzhi was able to avoid more serious physical damage. The two of us worked together to help him to a nearby clinic.

"Thank you for your help, can you leave your name?" I remember the etiquette taught by the old man, which is to say thank you to whoever comes to help.

"My name is Lu Shi. The ragged teenager pointed to his chin with his thumb and said proudly.

Lu Shi ...... This name is so chivalrous. I smiled.

"No, it's over. Lu Shi twisted his head, his face flushed.

At dusk, the lively atmosphere on the street has long dissipated, and many pedestrians are tired and tired carrying fruits and vegetables, and the joy on their faces has been put away early. Flocks of birds streak across the dusky sky, leaving no trace.

"Uh...... My head hurts a little. What's wrong with me?" Yan Cunzhi tilted his head, and what caught his eye was the sleeping appearance of a teenager.

Yan Cunzhi looked around for a while, and there was only himself in the room, Yan Tianchen, who was asleep, and the doctor who was grinding medicine. Suddenly, he sensed the sound of footsteps approaching, very softly.

"Senior, are you awake?" Lu Shi placed two glasses of water on the end plate on his right hand, and slowly approached after his left hand lifted the curtain of the inner room.

"Hmm...... Are you?"

"Ah, that's right, I passed by and found you fainting on the ground, so I joined hands with this man to bring you here. Lu Shi pointed at Yan Tianchen and said.

"I see, thank you little brother for your help. Yan Cunzhi held Lu Shi's hand and said.

The corners of Lu Shi's mouth rose slightly, as if he was planning something unknown.

"Senior, I am penniless now, can you give me some copper plates as a reward?" Lu Shi's words were not lacking in tentativeness.

"Uh...... You see, the Yan Family's Yan Wu Pavilion is also one of the best existences in Bianjing. Yan Cunzhi understood his thoughts and said, "Since I am worthy of your life-saving grace, it is better for you to come to me to practice martial arts, which can be regarded as a kind of reward." ”

"Really, really grateful!" Lu Shi solemnly bent down and smiled with satisfaction.

That night, the three of them returned to the mansion in Yan's own carriage.

It was probably the carriage that was too jolting, and I was reluctantly woken up.

"Then I'll clean your bedroom, sir. "When I got off the horse, I pushed the door open.

"Hmm. The old man looked careless.

On the Yan Mansion, in the main room.

"Sir, there's a book here. I held up a dusty book and said, "I found it while cleaning under your bed." ”

As if he had been touched by the heartstrings, he hurried up to me, snatched the book, and said, "This is just a useless note, you don't need to know it." Yan Cunzhi's flustered tone alarmed Lu Shi, who was peeking in the corner.

"This ...... You don't have to think about it to guess it, it's a treasure. Lu Shi spoke like a whisper.

"Useless..... But sir, the word 'Spirit Stone' is written on the cover of this book...... "I wiped the dust off the cover."

Yan Cunzhi's eyes began to drift, and his hands and feet became a little unnatural.

Actually, I wrote this book based on some records that have been circulated among the people. Although it is relatively fragmented, it is still possible to say it comprehensively. "The old book was handed to me.

"Sir...... You've been overworked lately because of this book...... "It dawned on me."

"Ahhh......h I just don't want to show it to too many people, for fear of being laughed at and generous. The old man said to himself.

"Lingshi Biography", these four big characters as the title of the book, neatly arranged vertically on the cover of the book, in addition to the cover of nothing else, giving people a sense of mystery of a classical book.

I turned the first page of the book with curiosity.

The first page of the book is a series of scribbled black handwriting, and if you are not an acquaintance, you may not be able to read the article at all.

"Facts...... Needs...... Test...... Certificate?" I asked, puzzled.

Although there are indeed folk legends about spirit stones, after all, no one has really seen or owned real spirit stones.