After dinner, Ye Qingchen got out of the dart game and planned to go to Dongshan Waterfall to practice. As soon as he got out of the door of the dart game, he saw five strong black shadows slowly surrounding.

"Boy, this is the fourth senior brother Fan Hong. Why don't you hurry up and come over to salute!" I saw four apprentices surrounding the fourth senior brother Fan Hong and slowly walked to him. Obviously, the four of them took it as their head.

"Senior brother Ye Qingchen, I've seen the fourth senior brother!" Ye Qingchen bowed obediently.

Seeing this, Fan Hong nodded with satisfaction, his right arm wrapped around Ye Qingchen's neck affectionately, looked at Ye Qingchen with a smile, and looked at Ye Qingchen with a smile.

was slapped by Fan Hong, Ye Qingchen was startled and wanted to break free, but Fan Hong stuck his neck.

Ye Qingchen's face was flushed with suffocation, and he saw Fan Hong's face change, and said with a hideous face: "Boy, you are just a beggar, how can Senior Sister Huang Ying be close to?" See you again in the future and let me see you with her, see you once, fight once!"

After speaking, he slapped Ye Qingchen on the other side of his face. In an instant, a five-fingered mountain was imprinted red, and his cheeks were also swollen high.

Ye Qingchen struggled to break free desperately: "Senior Sister Huang Ying taught me to read and write, it is the master's order, if you are not satisfied, you can find the master to reason." ”

"Dare to talk back, it seems that you don't want to suffer a little, you don't know my methods, give me a beating!" A punch and kick.

While punching and kicking, Fan Hong said: "Boy, it's just a matter of literacy, you can go, besides, don't let me see you and Senior Sister Huang Ying come together." Otherwise, I won't be so light next time!"

On the side, the four minions were also panting and echoed: "Aren't you carrying the beating?

"Toads also want to eat swan meat, and I'll make you sober up today!"

"Senior Sister Huang Ying is also what you can see, take a look and punch!"

Ye Qingchen curled up tightly, tensed the muscles of his body, and endured the stormy punches and feet.

Those cynics always echoed in my head......

"You're just a beggar......"

"Sober ...... sober"

"Keep me away from Senior Sister Huang Ying......"

Half an hour later, the hands and feet of the five people were numb, and a girl in red on the side happened to be jumping past here, suddenly saw what was happening here, and hurriedly rushed forward: "Stop!" The five teenagers had no intention of stopping, so Huang Ying had no choice but to rush up and forcibly push them away one by one.

And Ye Qingchen was already covered in blue at this time, and there was no good place in the purple body, so he just covered his head but didn't even have the strength to fight back.

"Fourth Senior Brother, what are you doing?" Huang Ying asked angrily.

"This kid is being rude to me...... I'm just teaching him a lesson!" Fan Hong blushed, and casually found an excuse to justify.

And Ye Qingchen stayed in place at this time, looking at the girl's back with emotion and stunned, every time he was in deep trouble, it was always this woman who stood silently in front of him.

Now......

He completely forgot about the pain and resentment...... I vaguely remembered that my grandfather had told him countless poignant and moving love stories that would last a lifetime. He doesn't know what love is, and he doesn't know what this life is. At this moment, he felt that as long as he could keep looking at the woman in front of him, he would have no regrets in this life......

Looking at a person for a lifetime, maybe this is this life, right? He said secretly......

Huang Ying glared at everyone. Slowly turned around and helped Ye Qingchen up: "Senior Brother Qingchen, are you okay?"

At the same time, Fan Hong raised his fist at Ye Qingchen and made a lip shape: "Be careful for me!"

Then he led his subordinates and turned his head and walked towards the dart game.

With Huang Ying's support, Ye Qingchen slowly stood up and wiped away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth. Only then did I understand what the apprentice said, the real misery is still to come......

Unexpectedly, these four senior brothers fell in love with Huang Ying's sister. But you can hit me with your fists and insult me with bad words.

However, I can't give up Senior Sister Huang Ying as you wish,

The moonlit night is long and difficult to endure, and the sunrise is always sunny in the east!

When my martial arts are successful, I want no one in the world to dare to bully me!

At this time, the two turned their heads at the same time, facing each other, and a pair of young boys and girls flew all over the sky......

Everyone has had a moment when they encountered...... Wake up......

Perhaps, I came to this ugly world because of her (his) beauty.

For Ye Qingchen.

She is the beauty in front of her......

I can't forget this scene in this life...... Once, there was a young girl...... Smile at yourself in the sunset......

Sunset is also ashamed!

"Exploration"

The first bloom of tea millet attracts butterflies.

The fragrance is full of sparrows.

Pear blossom smiles in the sunset.

Laugh at the sincerity of the youth.

At the same time, the Yellow River room.

"Third child, Qingchen has been in my dart game for three months. What is his qualifications?"

Geng Feng nodded, pondered for a moment and said respectfully: "Master Hui, except for carrying the fight, his qualifications are mediocre. There are no advantages, but there are no disadvantages either. It can be described as the mean. ”

Hearing this, the Yellow River seemed to be relieved: "Heaven is jealous of talents, and mediocre people live a long life." The ordinary is the best......

For Qingchen's homework, you don't have to pay too much attention, just do the basics. ”

With that, he walked away.

Geng Feng frowned, but he didn't understand the meaning of his master's words.

In the following days, Ye Qingchen followed a group of martial artists in the dart bureau to practice fist and foot kung fu knife skills, literacy, and body forging during the day, and continued to go to Dongshan Waterfall to practice the Water Sutra at night. Life is quite fulfilling.

Every morning, though.

"Qingchen, get up. ”

"Let me sleep again. ”

The situation is still ...... Obviously, the sentence "If you don't work hard, you will write novels when you grow up." "It didn't work.

Although Ye Qingchen is very durable, he does not show the talent of forging body in his fist and foot kung fu and knife skills. So far, under the hands of the third senior brother, he has been defeated in less than ten rounds.

But obviously, Ye Qingchen's basic skills are becoming more and more solid. Playing with fists and feet, the knife skills have a little bit of appearance, and the horse steps are getting more and more stable.

Later, at the end of the year, Ye Qingchen took the third senior brother with all his strength. That is, take a few steps back and not fall down again as before. The next market is becoming more and more stable.

As time went by, Ye Qingchen finally got along with these elementary school apprentices, and he was happy, and the Flowing Wind Dart Game finally felt like home for Ye Qingchen.

He is no longer the lonely man he used to be, the smile on his face has become more and more cheerful, and he is not as cramped and restless as before.

It's just that the fourth senior brother Fan Hong and a group of minions stare at him tightly every day, and every time after learning calligraphy, Ye Qingchen immediately left Huang Ying's side and went to Dongshan Waterfall to practice the Water Sutra. As long as he didn't get close to Huang Ying, the fourth senior brother didn't make trouble for himself from now on.

In the blink of an eye, the day of the beginning of autumn has passed.

It is the night of the full moon again, and this day is the fifteenth day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, the Midyear Festival, commonly known as the Ghost Festival.

In the past five years, Ye Qingchen has always remembered Mr. Pang's instructions to take a black pill on this day every year to stabilize the meridians, in case the cultivation of the Water Sutra goes mad. Today is no exception, after taking the pill, he fell into a deep sleep.

As expected, Ye Qingchen woke up from the front of the Liu family ancestral hall again, the wind around him was still continuous, the leaves rustled, and the shadows of the branches under the moonlight were projected on the ground like the tentacles of the devil slowly stretched towards Ye Qingchen.

The strange thing in the ancestral hall last time, telling himself to escape, means that he wants to save himself from the loach spirit, it seems that it should be a good thing, it is better to take this opportunity to find out what it is......

Thinking of this, Ye Qingchen couldn't help but shudder. Pulling out the dagger on his chest, he shouted, plucked up, trembled and pushed open the door of the Liu family ancestral hall and slowly walked in.

It was eerie and terrifying, and there was only a crimson candle on the table. Other than that, there was a cold and gloomy everywhere.

The slightest yin wind penetrated through the crack in the door, Ye Qingchen shuddered again, hurriedly closed the two wooden doors behind him, forcibly stabilized his mind and looked forward, only to see dozens of tablets neatly arranged on the desk.

"The tablet of the third ancestor Liu Feng succeeded to the throne in XX years, and died in XX years"

"The tablet of the fourth master Liu Rangzhi succeeded to the throne for XX years, and died in XX years"

After looking at several spirit cards in a row, but there was nothing unusual, Ye Qingchen immediately put down the spirit cards and continued to look around.

It wasn't until his gaze skimmed over a dark object that he seemed to feel something...... Look back again.

It was a beautifully carved hilt, and it was pitch black. Surrounded by various tributes in the center. There are also two things on the left and right, a silver needle, and a scale engraved with a ghost's head......

"The silver needle scale is just that, maybe it's a relic of the ancestor, how can a knife handle appear in the ancestral hall? Could it be that this knife handle is something strange?" Ye Qingchen couldn't help but wonder in his heart, taking advantage of the faint moonlight, Ye Qingchen slowly stretched out his hand to the pitch-black knife handle. Before his hand reached the handle, a suction force suddenly erupted, and it hit Ye Qingchen's palm with a pop.

"Ah!" Ye Qingchen exclaimed, he was startled, and hurriedly shook it for a while, but found that the black handle was always firmly sucked up and down his palm, and he couldn't shake it off.

In desperation, Ye Qingchen had no choice but to tear the handle of the knife hard, and after overcoming the strong suction, when the handle slowly left the palm of his hand by an inch, Ye Qingchen suddenly felt a cold meaning enveloping his whole body, and a group of ominous premonitions instantly enveloped his heart, and as soon as his hand was loosened, the handle returned to the palm of the flesh with a snap.

Then Ye Qingchen only felt like falling into an ice cave, and a cool breath rushed straight to his head from the soles of his feet, and then, he saw a blood-red mist slowly spiraling out from the handle of the knife, condensing into a blurred facial features, terrifying and inexplicable. Slow ...... Slowly wrapped Ye Qingchen up.

Immediately, Ye Qingchen's body lost control and slowly rose into the air, drifting towards the beams of the house, and at the same time, there was a soft sound of scales, whistling, circling around his feet.

Burst!

There was a soft sound, and then Ye Qingchen felt a tingling itch on the top of his head, and a hot torrent crossed his eyelids, and the silver needle also pierced the top of his head, and blood crossed his face!!

Ye Qingchen only felt that his scalp was numb, and his whole body was covered with goosebumps, and the sweat droplets like soybeans instantly wet his forehead. He wanted to shout, but found that his throat seemed to be plugged with a ball of cotton, and he couldn't make a sound, and his body involuntarily lost control at the same time, and he couldn't even move his fingers.

In this way, he stared in horror and opened his mouth wide as he watched the red mist slowly swirl in front of him towards his mouth, ears, and nostrils. He didn't know, but with the death of the four ancestors, as a lesson from the past, he could be sure that nine times out of ten, it would be......

Die!!!

There was a soft sound, and it was Ye Qingchen's cold sweat dripping from his whole body soaked with terror. With this soft sound, Ye Qingchen only felt a buzzing in his chest.

A stream of blue light instantly surged out from his chest, enveloping the red mist, and the red mist trembled as if it had encountered some mortal enemy, and instantly retracted into the hilt of the knife.

At the same time, Ye Qingchen felt his body loosen and finally regained his freedom. With all his strength, he removed the handle from the palm of his hand and threw it back onto the desk. One turned his head, but he didn't care about closing the door, and fled in a hurry......

Half a quarter of an hour later, Ye Qingchen was gulping down in his room, thinking about everything just now. What is that red mist?Is it a ghost?Why did you save yourself last time, but this time you want your own life!?

And what is the blue light on his chest? Thinking of this, Ye Qingchen involuntarily touched the position on his chest, which was the jade pendant that Mr. Pang gave before he died......

"Mr. Pang, did you save me?"

Ye Qingchen touched the crystal blue jade pendant and muttered, but the jade pendant did not continue to emit light like just now. Instead, he lay quietly on his chest, not like he was now. Silent......

Ye Qingchen shook his head in disappointment. Then he looked up suddenly......

Every full moon, I will appear in front of the Liu family ancestral hall. It must have been because of the hilt.

What was the secret in the hilt? He couldn't help but wonder, but he never had a clue.

Immediately, he looked at the jade pendant in his hand. What is that red mist? Why can the jade pendant left by Mr. Pang restrain the red mist? What is the handle of the knife, and what is this jade pendant? Who is Mr. Pang?

These questions kept flashing in Ye Qingchen's mind in a panic. In this way, he did not sleep all night, but he couldn't figure it out......