The symptoms of the cold on Qingjing's body are not a day or two in detail, but this condition was not obvious before, and he would have a drink or wipe a little on the cold part of his body every day when he returned from grinding ink, and he did not feel anything else.

But last night, I didn't have time to drink and lay down early, but after waking up today, I felt that the cold feeling disappeared without a trace, which also made Qingjing suspicious.

Because he was in a hurry to study the ink, he didn't have time to change his clothes, and the smell of alcohol all over his body made him doubt what he had done last night. He didn't have a clue at the moment, thinking that the black bamboo spirit might know something, so he sped up the movement of his hand, wanting to go back early to find out!

Maybe it's because I'm too familiar with the matter of grinding ink, or maybe it's because my body has recently returned to normal. Although Qingjing came a little late today, the task was overfulfilled, not only that, but he seemed to have endless strength and energy.

He sent the ground ink to the entrance of the black bamboo forest, and ran towards the bamboo house with a twist of his feet, and on the way, he felt a clear feeling in his heart, as if the position of each bamboo in the black bamboo forest was clear, and even far away, he could feel the flow of the stream.

Pure and immersed in this feeling, but it is really difficult to describe in words. He finally came to his senses, but he stumbled under his feet and almost fell out, so he reined in his mind and slowed down cautiously.

When he returned to his quarters, he threw his tools at the door at will, and then asked in the direction of the bamboo house, but no matter what he said, there was no movement in the bamboo house.

Qingjing thought that he had snubbed this black bamboo spirit and made the latter emotional, so he persuaded him for a while, but he responded to himself with deathly silence...

He finally realized that something was wrong, pushed open the bamboo house and looked inside, only to see that the four walls of the bamboo house were extremely smooth, and there was not even a trace of black bamboo poison left, and the existence of the black bamboo spirit had disappeared without a trace!

He chuckled in his heart, vaguely remembering the itching on his body before he fell asleep last night, and then he lost consciousness, so he should have fainted, not actively fell asleep.

Although there was a moment in his mind that he had doubts about the Black Bamboo Spirit, this thought was only fleeting, after all, this Black Bamboo Spirit had never done anything to him when he was sober, and he had not felt tired today.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look down, only to see that there was a tiny black mark on the ground connecting the bamboo house and his residence!

The black bamboo spirit relies on the black bamboo poison flocculation form, and can only act by attaching to the real thing, so it is usually attached to the inner wall of the bamboo house, and only when it was thinking about the days when it was possessed and clean, it stood on the ground. Although it was short-lived, it left a black mark on the ground, which took several days to fade.

So when he saw this black mark, Qingjing couldn't help frowning, could it be that this black bamboo spirit was really too depressed, even if he lost himself, he had to possess himself at night, and he couldn't pursue his true self?

He hesitated for a moment, but still pushed open the door of his house, and when he saw that there was no place where the black bamboo spirit could hide, he was relieved and continued to look along the black marks.

Although this black mark came straight to his bedside, he only moved around the bed and the table, and carefully inspected the bed before purifying, and there was no sign of black bamboo poison, so it was naturally impossible to hide here.

He turned his gaze to the wine jar, but suddenly his eyes were nervous, and he saw that there were two pitch-black handprints similar to the black marks on the wine jar, but one of the handprints had only four fingers.

Seeing this, Qingjing's face turned pale, and he sat down on the ground, suddenly remembering the burning feeling he had all over his body last night!

Because he didn't feel anything unusual when he woke up today, he thought that this pain and the dark shadow that woke him up were nightmares that he had been too nervous about recently, and now it seems that everything he experienced before the nightmare actually existed.

Lying on the ground with the smell of alcohol, the black marks on the table, and the handprints on the wine jar, all of this added up, Qingjing naturally figured out what happened last night, and he was also sad in his heart, but he didn't expect that this black bamboo spirit would sacrifice his life at any cost!

Qingjing has always thought that this black bamboo spirit is beneficial to him, in order to occupy his body one day sooner or later, after experiencing today's incident, Qingjing can't help but blame himself for a while, I didn't expect that I was spending the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain!

At this point, Qingjing silently lifted the wine jar out of the room, only to see his fingers dipped in his waist and made an empty hand, with a loud bang, Qingjing had worked hard to build a residence for a long time, and in an instant it turned into a puff of dust and smoke...

Qingjing lived back in the bamboo house again, everything seemed to return to the original appearance, but the heart of the fullness suddenly became a little vacant...

As the years passed, there were more and more wine stores in the ground, but it seemed that the cellar that was dug at the beginning was a little narrow. After a lot of hard work, I finally packed up before dark and returned to the bamboo house to rest.

Because I just went through a lot of tossing, it was still difficult to calm my pure heart, and I couldn't sleep, so I could only slow down my breathing and close my eyes to recuperate... Just when he was in a daze, he suddenly heard some slight rubbing sound beside him.

He squinted, but saw a black shadow sneakily moved from the wine jar that he had placed in the corner of the wall, and came to his bed in a few breaths.

In front of the table, Qing Jing stared at the wine jar in front of him with a gloomy face and kept questioning, and when he saw that there was no response in front of him, he lifted the wine jar and was about to throw it out of the house, only then did he hear a burst of begging for mercy from the wine jar.

It turned out that on that day, after the black bamboo spirit poured the possessed and pure self into a soup chicken with wine, I thought it would disappear with the poisonous wadding, but I didn't expect that this wine only restrained the poisonous wadding, and did not hurt the black bamboo spirit itself. The reason why I feel the pain is also because the poisonous floc in the pure body is removed!

However, because he didn't have the black bamboo poison, he naturally couldn't control his pure body anymore, and he felt tired that day, so he simply hid in the darkness of the wine altar to cultivate.

Because the wine jar is still damp, and the wine jar is placed in the corner, a lot of black bamboo poison floc has grown on the inner wall, so that the black bamboo spirit has the ability to act again. But he didn't make the slightest noise this time, every time he dared to sneak out on Qingjing's body in the middle of the night, and then learned the previous lesson, and he didn't toss like before, so he was never noticed...

Qingjing listened to the explanation of the black bamboo spirit and almost crooked his nose, and he was still immersed in regret every day, but he didn't expect this guy to be secretly happy while he was unaware. He wanted to move out of the bamboo house again and have no contact with this black bamboo spirit, but in the end, his heart relented and he gave up this idea, but he still carefully revised the previous three chapters of the covenant...

After that, every time at the end of the pure ink study, I would hear the story of the black-haired monster in the mouth of the disciples of Taiyi Pavilion, and I was also depressed, gritting my teeth and mending the three chapters of the covenant.

Over the course of twelve years, the three chapters of the Dharma were revised from the first few lines into a booklet, and it was not until the day that Qingjing left the black bamboo forest that it finally did not continue to grow.

Because this black bamboo spirit has always kept the promise, and the purity no longer asks about its secrets. But today, he suddenly found that his eldest brother Qingxu had the same black bamboo poison on his body, and he couldn't help but feel that he had been deceived, and he was full of doubts about the story that the black bamboo spirit told him, and rushed back to the black bamboo forest to question the black bamboo spirit.

"You... I don't care what you're hiding! If you dare to deceive me... Don't blame me for being ruthless and unrighteous!" Qingjing gritted his teeth and said, he was thinking about Qingxu in his heart, and since he couldn't get an answer, he could only turn around and leave first.

"I didn't mean to lie to you... My generation is really because I don't dare to be deceived anymore..."The black bamboo spirit in the bamboo house heard this, and repeated the previous words again, which made Qingjing a little confused.

“... For you human beings, twelve years may be a long time, but for my generation, it is not a decade, even if it is ten or a hundred years, it is just a passing moment... Because I believed in him too much, I was immersed in pain all the time... I'm sorry, I really don't dare to trust the second person easily again..."The black bamboo spirit said bitterly, quite a feeling that I would have turned my heart to the bright moon, who knew that the bright moon shone on the ditch.

At first, he didn't care, until the black bamboo spirit mentioned it again, and he found out that the black bamboo spirit said "don't dare", not "don't want to" be deceived, presumably it should be afraid of something, so it has been secretive.

Hearing this, Qingjing just nodded thoughtfully, then frowned and said, "I understand you... Believing in others will only bring sacrifices in vain, what bullshit trust! This kind of thing is not worth mentioning at all!"

Back then, he was young and had a lively personality, and he also admired the strong very much. Hearing that Wei Wuxi in Wutu Cave was going to become the Witch King, he couldn't help but slip out of Qingxu's side, thinking of sneaking over to join in the fun, but he didn't expect to hear a sharp sound like an insect chirping halfway.

There is only one thing in Wutu Cave that can make this sound, and that is Aning's insect chirping branch. Since this kind of noise is heard here, it must be that A-Ning may be nearby, and he must be in some trouble. Because Wei Wuxi loved A-Ning very much, Qingjing thought that if he could help this sister-in-law, he might be able to take the opportunity to get closer to Wei Wuxi, so he followed the voice and rushed over. (Chapter 52 in 3 Chapters)

When he came near, he heard a dispute, so he did not rush to appear, but looked into the dark.

He saw a woman confronting a group of disciples of this Sword Star Residence, but these disciples of the Sword Star Residence seemed to be quite jealous of the woman in front of them, presumably this was Ah Ning.

Although he didn't know what was going on, he saw several Sword Star Residence disciples in the distance with different expressions, and their eyes glanced at the mouth of the well intentionally or unintentionally, and probably guessed that they wanted to take advantage of the ancient gate before the election to blame Wutu Cave, and they also sneered, and had an idea in their hearts, and came to the front as if they didn't know anything...