There was thunder in the sky, dark clouds pressed on the head, and raindrops the size of beans came one after another, smashing the two people under the shade of the trees to a soaked body.

Ding Qiu, the man with the sword on his back, wiped the raindrops on his face, and was quite impatient.

He shot nine times, and the teenager failed nine times.

It seems that this game, as he thought, was won.

On the other hand, Jiang Huai, a young man who was completely close to his body in white because his clothes were wet, his eyes were bright, and he didn't seem to be in a hurry.

Ding Qiu didn't say a word, and he didn't use any means to avoid the torrential rain.

Because Mr. said that when walking in the world, you must return to the basics, don't feel that even if you learn something, you must think of yourself as an ordinary person, hungry to eat, sleepy to sleep, raining... Just dripping.

But in the next moment, because of the failure of the engraving last time, Jiang Huai, who had not moved a few sticks of incense, suddenly got up, and in the gray sky, he slowly stretched out his two fingers as if he was ready, and the white rice paper was held in the palm of his hand with one hand.

The two fingers were full of golden light, and there was a roar of thunder, followed by a horizontal stroke, a horizontal skimming, a vertical and a horizontal.

A moment later, the word "broken" with a dragon and snake flying appeared on the white rice paper.

The young man took advantage of the victory to pursue, continued to pull Haoran to be beautiful and bright, and wrote the word "hit" in one go.

The piece of peiyu engraved on the waist with "everything is inferior, only reading is high" is even more golden, like a bell ringing, and a photo response on white paper.

The white rice paper was integrated, flowing up and down with the Haoran True Qi that had almost turned into substance, and no one waved it, and the white paper suddenly flew into the sky, hidden among the clouds with the raindrops.

There was no churning of air, and no thunder explosions.

But in an instant, the dark clouds of the head swirled around like ocean waves, layer upon layer, condensing a bottomless black whirlpool.

A giant pillar of golden light with the thickness of two people pierced through the sea of clouds like a god and a man, directly enveloping the young man's body.

Ding Qiu, the man with the sword on his back, couldn't say a word at this time, in addition to surprise and incomprehension, his eyes were more shocked.

Those old guys once said that if someone can achieve strength beyond their own limits after completing the talisman for the first time, Haoran Heavenly Dao will send down a gift of luck, in addition to the ethereal luck addition, it is more of an affirmation.

Such a person is called a saint.

Although it is not 100% to become a saint in the future, there is always a silver lining of opportunity, isn't it?

Ding Qiu looked at the slightly immature face that had dispersed the golden light, and sighed in his heart.

"Is it because of the word Kong? ”

He grabbed the young man's shoulder, no longer calm, and his voice was frantic to ask an answer, "Boy, how did you do it, tell me, tell me word for word!"

Ding Qiu has been trapped in the peak of the Eight Realms for several years, and he has achieved perfection in both swordsmanship and knowledge.

But it's remote because I can't understand a word and stays in the Eight Realms, and I can't even see the threshold.

The young man's hair kept dripping with water, and he rubbed his face, his voice was very calm, "It's nothing, it's just ordinary writing." ”

Nothing more?

Ding Qiu's hands added a little more strength, and the young man's shoulder hurt.

"There must be a trick that others don't know, hurry up, tell me quickly, I'll give you as much as you want, I don't want that half-immortal soldier, I want to know the answer!"

The man's anxious eyes were red, and he held down the boy and kept shaking.

Why can you, an ignorant teenager who has just written ten characters, do this, and I can't even see the threshold after decades of begging.

In terms of qualifications, I Ding Qiu is no worse than you Jiang Huai, and in terms of origin, I am the second disciple of the saint.

Why, shouldn't it be like this?

Jiang Huai's two shoulders seemed to be crushed, and his heart hurt.

He immediately broke away from the man's hands, took a few steps back, looked at Ding Qiu a little puzzled, but still said completely: "It's just ordinary writing, originally the first few times because of the heart of victory and defeat, I was very serious every time, and I wanted to do the best in every detail." But then I gave up, because I couldn't write at all, and it seemed to be very calm, but in fact, my heart was very chaotic, and it was wrong to write for something, and words were just words. ”

The boy saw that the man stood stupidly and repeated, "Words are just words." ”

An ordinary sentence was like a saint's voice in Ding Qiu's ears, and it was even more majestic than it.

Ding Qiu sat down directly on the ground, rubbed his head violently, and sighed, "I now wonder if this is a bureau, a bureau specifically for me Ding Qiu, from Tai'an, to the place where your bird doesn't, and then meet the person surnamed Kong, originally he owed me a big favor, but the result is that I owe you a favor."

The man immediately slapped himself again, "Are you taking yourself too seriously, and someone will look up to you?"

He got up and waved his hand, "Let's go, find a place to shelter from the rain first." ”

Jiang Huai asked in a low voice, "Ding Qiu, are you okay?"

"Are you okay with this hanging?"

It's just that the man just finished speaking and said with a smile: "Jiang Huai, you are very unusual, I admitted defeat in the bet just now, not only will I care about your food and accommodation in the future, but I will also promise you one more thing, but don't ask me why, I won't say anything if I ask." ”

After the man finished speaking, he folded his hands on top of his head and began to stride forward.

The young man paused for a moment, and then began to learn to cover the top of his head and stride wildly, and asked as he ran, "Where are we going to shelter from the rain?" ”

Ding Qiu glanced back, didn't say anything, but his face was much more relaxed.

It turned out that he was too obsessed with breaking through the realm before, but he forgot why he started reading and practicing swords in the first place.

Thinking of this, Ding Qiu waved his big hand forward, and his voice shook the mountains, "For cool!"

Jiang Huai was also in high spirits, wiped the rain on his face, and waved his hand forward following the man's movements, "I'm also very cool now!"

On this endless and dark official road, the two ran for half an hour before finally finding a place to shelter from the rain.

A small, dilapidated temple in the wilderness.

Jiang Huai was soaked all over at this time, and the rain kept dripping down the corners of his hair and clothes to his feet.

After such a heavy rain, if it hadn't been for the immortal ointment just now, not to mention whether he could run so far, a minor illness would definitely be there.

After entering the temple, Ding Qiu directly took off his shirt and wrung water there bare-chested.

The boy first took out the night pearl given by the black python, and he didn't understand it during the day, but at night the boy found that this bead could not only emit a faint light, as long as it injected a little Haoran Qi into it, like a big lantern.

The temple was as bright as a hall for a moment.

Jiang Huai glanced around, the roof collapsed due to the perennial wind and rain, the ground was overgrown with weeds, the wall was even more green moss, and a clay figure Buddha statue that had lost paint stood in it, and the strange thing was that although the Buddha statue was dilapidated, there was no dust at all.

But the boy didn't think much about it, after all, Buddha is a thing, someone will definitely do it if they care.

There was still some dry firewood in the broken temple, and Ding Qiu gathered it together and lit a fire.

Then he sat down by the campfire, hung his clothes on a few branches, and drank his wine in a big gulp.

The boy hesitated for a moment, put the Night Pearl on a high place, and also sat down in front of the campfire, but he didn't take off his clothes, he just stretched out his hand to bake the fire.

Ding Qiu pursed his lips and quipped, "What's the matter, shy?"

Jiang Huai hurriedly shook his head, "Mr. said that no matter how dilapidated the Buddha statue is, it is spiritual, and since we occupy other people's places, it is better to be more restrained." ”

Ding Qiu didn't shake his head or nod, he reached out and took out two dry cakes in the void bag, and divided them among the young man, "Let's eat it alive, fortunately, I wandered around the Assassin Mansion again, otherwise I would be hungry today." ”

Jiang Huai took the dry cake and gnawed it dryly, he didn't feel bad, if he had a piece of cake when he was a child, he would divide it into half and boil water to drink, so that he could eat a few more meals.

But for some reason, Jiang Huai always felt that someone had been spying on him behind him, and when he turned his head, he only saw the mud Buddha with paint off, and there was a piece of mutilation on his right arm.

Is the Buddha statue really spiritual?

Jiang Huai actually didn't know much about this, but only knew a little about fur, so he looked at Ding Qiu, covered his mouth and whispered, "The Buddha statue seems to be alive." ”

The shirtless man glanced forward, did not speak, and added a handful of wood to the campfire.

The fire was even stronger, and the cheeks of the two were a little red.

The next moment, there was a cry of grief from the dilapidated temple, and from behind the mud Buddha rolled out a gray-clothed boy with pigtails, eight or nine years old, not very tall.

Jiang Huai was taken aback, but after seeing what it was, he quickly got up and helped the child up, and patted him on the shirt, "It's okay." ”

Some of the children who were sincerely frightened and restless stood with their faces in their hands, without saying a word, and kept rubbing their trouser legs, looking very nervous.

Jiang Huai broke half of the cake and stuffed it into the palm of the child's hand, "Don't be afraid, you haven't eaten yet, fill your stomach first." ”

Ding Qiu glanced at it and snorted coldly, "What's the matter, the heart of compassion is overflowing?"

Jiang Huai pulled the little boy to sit down in front of the bonfire, looked at the outside of the temple, and showed a gentle smile, "When I was a child, I was most afraid of rain, the house was very dark, and I couldn't light the oil lamp, especially the sound of raindrops hitting the roof, I was very worried that I would lie in the river when I woke up in the morning, and I kept telling myself at that time that I would go to bed early, go to bed early, as long as I stayed up until dawn, because in the morning, I could not only go to the school to eat a hot meal, but also see a lot of people." ”

The young man covered his face with his sleeve, rubbed his eyes, and when he put down his sleeve, his face was already full of smiles, "If someone came to pat me on the shoulder and said don't be afraid, you haven't eaten yet, maybe I can read better." ”

Ding Qiu was stunned, shook his head and continued to drink.

From the moment he came to the town, from the first time he saw the boy, he had a preconceived idea of several definitions, he was gifted and couldn't afford to lose.

But he seems to have forgotten that the other party is just a boy in Mongolia.

Ding Qiu stretched out his hand and wanted to pat the young man's shoulder, but it was suspended in the air, and he took off the shirt hanging on the branch, pointed at the little boy and said, "You don't have to worry about it, its body bones are better than yours." ”

The gray-clothed boy who was chewing on the white cake in a small bite instantly lowered his head, and was about to bury himself in his clothes.

The man directly said to the heavens, "It's a demon, and it's a little civet cat that has become a spirit." ”

The boy in gray with pigtails raised his head instantly, shaking like a rattle, but still did not speak.

Because it really is a demon.

But Xiao Tong seemed to have thought of something, and there was a smile on his face, and he mustered up all his strength and said: "My name is innocent, I won't hurt you, I'm waiting for someone, waiting for the best person in the world." ”