"Xia Xun. ”

"What's wrong with Senior Brother?"

"If you encounter something again, say it in advance next time. ”

"Uh..."

“？”

"I'm afraid it's a bit difficult. ”

"Why?"

"Grandpa once said that there are rules in the sky, and the law is impermanent. Knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent can only survive a hundred battles. And if you know yourself, and the enemy does not know yourself, you can win all battles. But if you want to make the enemy and not know yourself, unless you don't know yourself, it will be in vain to count all the opportunities. ”

"Uh..."

Afternoon.

In the middle of the canyon, it is more than ten miles away from the mouth of the valley.

The locust trees are sparse and towering, the tide and fog are still cold and slightly dry, and the soil on the ground has changed from swampy mud to yellow mud. The excavated grave had not been seen for a long time, except for many more coffins exposed on the ground, with yellow notes pasted on them.

The endless mosquito tide is hidden in the dense fog hundreds of zhang away, neither advancing nor retreating, and the blood-red eyes are staring at the "black ball" that is tied to the big locust tree by five flowers, full of "resentment". And on the edge of the tree root under the "black ball", the two bloated people who are sitting are the root of the endless mosquito tide "resentment".

"Your grandfather was a great man. ”

"Yes, that's what the people in the village have said since I was a child. It's just that I think sometimes he is too unreasonable. ”

"He taught you all the truths. ”

"That has to be reasonable. ”

The round head was swollen and covered almost all the organs, and the fat palm was only a thumb exposed. The red, purple skin looked like it had been poisoned, no different from a large eggplant. In addition to the voices of the voices, the two could be recognized, and only their dirty clothes were left, and they knew who was who. The black shirt is ink, and he is resting next to the root of the tree with his eyes closed. Xia Xun in green shirts was stirring the ointment poured on the two wide locust leaves with a twig. The ointment was the first thing he and Mo Xian had prepared on the first day they came to this mountain forest. After a long day's hard work, it's finally coming in handy...

"Give. ”

Xia Xun picked up a locust leaf and handed it to Mo Xian, saying, "If you don't be reasonable, others won't talk about it, this can't solve the problem." ”

"Question... Huh?"

Saying that, Mo Xian took the locust leaf with one hand, and didn't pay much attention to it, and directly applied the ointment on the leaf to the other arm. It's just that under this wipe, he couldn't help but be shocked. The hot and spicy flesh seemed to be poured with a basin of water in an instant, and the coolness suddenly surged all over the body with the touch of the ointment, the purple-red skin quickly faded into a light red, and the swollen pieces of meat gradually became soft. The effect of this medicine is so miraculous that it can be described as immediate. Looking at the black ointment on his arm, Mo Xian's topic changed and asked, "You expected it?"

"Hehe..."

Xia Xun knew the source of Mo Xian's surprise, and he said with a smile: "I'm not an immortal, how can I really be like a god? ”

"Him?"

Mo Xian thought about it for a while, but he didn't remember that the god stick had warned them that there were corpse mosquitoes in the canyon, so he asked, "He didn't warn him, did he?"

"Reminder, did you forget?"

Xia Xun tried his best to widen his red and swollen eyes, squinted at Mo Xian and said, "He asked you what you should do if you can't retreat with one sword, and you replied that if one sword fails, there will be two swords, three swords, ten swords, a hundred swords, and ten thousand swords." In other words, if you can't devour a dragon by burying one corpse, then bury ten corpses, hundreds of corpses, and tens of millions of corpses. And so many corpses buried in one place, will inevitably breed a large number of grave mosquitoes, grave mosquitoes are bloodthirsty, internal storage of poison, take wormwood to boil medicine and apply it externally can have a miraculous effect, these books are recorded, so we take precautions in advance, and we will be prepared. ”

After Xia Xun said this, Mo Xian probably understood.

In fact, it's not that he doesn't remember that the god stick has been reminded, but that he doesn't have Xia Xun's knowledge. In the past, Mo Xian would just look at the Taoist scriptures, meditate with his eyes, and comprehend the way of the sword, where would he read other messy miscellaneous books?

"No wonder it's so magical. ”

"Give. ”

Xia Xun handed another locust leaf coated with ointment to Mo Xian, then took two new locust leaves that had been picked and put them in front of him, poured the ointment from the gourd, and continued to stir up: "It's not magical, the way of medicine is not what I'm good at, if it's replaced by peony refining, hehe, we are estimated to be alive and kick around now, and continue to move forward." ”

"Heh..."

Laugh, laugh together.

Mo Xian smiled extremely rarely, and asked, "Miss her?"

"Hehe..."

Xia Xun smirked a little embarrassed, and his fat palm habitually stretched out to the position of the original nose bone, but he didn't touch the nose bone with his fingers for a long time, and finally had to put it down again. Xia Xun replied with a smirk: "Yes... It's a little bit of a thought. ”

“......”

Mo smiled and said nothing.

Talking about love, Xia Xun is not the best at. In order to avoid embarrassment, he hurriedly shifted the topic to Mo Xian, and said bluntly: "Oh... Yes, does my brother have someone to admire?"

"There should be. ”

"Huh?"

The wind is clear, and suddenly turns suspicious.

Originally, he just asked casually, but he never thought that Mo Xian would answer this question for the first time, and his face did not change color. Xia Xun didn't react for a while, and after thinking for a while, he was embarrassed to ask: "You actually have someone in your heart?"

"Isn't that weird?" Mo Xian asked in a cold voice.

"Well, that's a little weird. Xia Xun grinned stupidly, wanted to go for a moment and asked, "Is it Senior Sister Qiao of Yaoguang Academy?"

Mo shook his head silently.

"That's Senior Sister Guo of Tianquan?"

Mo Xian still shook his head.

"The fox girl from the Lonely Mountain Collection? ”

"Miss Ji of the Egret, she has been happy with you for a long time. ”

"The Jade Girl Returning to the Sea?"

After a series of questions, Mo Xian shook his head in denial, and finally Xia Xun really couldn't guess: "Who is that?"

"Actually, I don't know. ”

"Uh..."

Xia Xunleng paused: "How can the person in your own heart not know?"

"Because, I've only seen her in my dreams. ”

"Uh..."

Stunned again and again, Xia Xun was dumbfounded.

As the saying goes, lovers in dreams are lovesick, lovesick people in dreams. This was originally a metaphor for the love between a man and a woman. Who would have thought that someone in this world would actually like someone who had only met in his dreams? It's just that Mo Xian said seriously, not like a joke, and Xia Xun didn't want to judge too much about it, so he had to follow the topic and ask curiously: "She must be very good-looking, right?"

"It's very beautiful. ”

The locust leaves wiped the roots of his neck, Mo Xian looked up at the bright light leaking from the gap in the canopy, and said with a little memory: "Cold eyebrows, apricot eyes, thin lips, six-foot body, slender willow branch hands, long hair tied with a crown, white robe and silver ribbon, three-foot silver dragon on the back, tie..."

"Wait. ”

Stunned and stunned, dumbfounded.

Mo Xian's dream is really unexpected, although I don't know if this woman really exists, but just listening to Mo Xian's description, Xia Xun can almost conclude...

"That's a pure yang Dao girl?"

"It should be. ”

"Uh..."

Wiping a handful of sweat oozing from the swollen flesh, the horror in Xia Xun's heart at this moment was no less than the big insect hanging on the tree: "Senior brother, shouldn't we have dealt with Chunyang a while ago, you... You're giving the illusion of exhaustion, right?"

"Nope. ”

Mo Xian was sure and said, "The dream is very real. ”

"Dreams are always dreams. ”

"But I will only dream of her. ”

Xia Xun blinked his eyelids with difficulty: "Only? Won't there be anyone else in your dream?"

"Yes. ”

Mo Xian's cold voice brought a sense of certainty: "Since I stepped into the Juyuan Realm, she will appear in my dreams every once in a while. The dream was real, so I'm sure it was real. ”

"Uh, why am I so mysterious?"

Muttering, the more Xia Xun listened, the more strange he felt, and the horror in his heart inevitably made him a little suspenseful, so he asked carefully: "What did you see in the dream?"

"A lot..."

Under the forest, there are beams of bright light, which are not dazzling but can clearly illuminate the dust in the tide and fog. They are fluttering freely, not knowing when to land or where they will drift to. Throwing aside the two locust leaves that had been plastered, looking at the dust floating in the tide mist, Mo Xian recalled carefully, and said lightly: "Sometimes she will meditate on the mountain peak, sometimes she will meditate in the silver building, dance the sword in the heavy snow, enlighten in front of the dojo, read books, and copy the pen. Every dream is different, but every time I dream of her, she is very beautiful, like a cold plum on a snowy mountain, cold and arrogant..."

"Stop. ”

"What's wrong?"

"When was the last time you dreamed of her?"

"The day before yesterday. ”

"Uh..."

The corners of his fat mouth twitched involuntarily twice, Xia Xun already felt a hint that was enough to turn horror into a storm, and the two eyeballs trapped under the swollen flesh gradually transformed from unconfidence to shock. Subconsciously, he remembered a long, long time ago, his grandfather had told a secret story of pure yang...

"What is she doing in the dream?"

She left the Silver House. ”

"And after that?"

"Take the crane north. ”

"The silver building towers into the sky and is carved with white jade, and there is a gold lacquer plaque engraved with the word Taishang at the main entrance, is it right?"

"How do you know?"

"That's the Taishang Pure Yang Wuji Immortal Palace. ”

"Oh. ”

“......”

At this point in the conversation, Xia Xun didn't continue to ask.

Because, he can basically be sure that the pure yang secret that grandpa said should be true, and the Dao aunt in Mo Xian's dream should also be true, and Xia Xun also knows who she is, why Mo Xian keeps dreaming of her.

Now that you know, it's superfluous to ask.

Because everything has a cause and effect, that is inevitable.

Since Xia Xun's facial features were deeply immersed in the flesh, Mo Xian couldn't see the change in his expression, so he didn't suspect it. Now that Xia Xun has nothing to say, he naturally won't sing a one-man show. The two of them sat there silently, one smearing the medicine and the other grinding, and one person applied the plaster all over the body and then changed to the other person to continue grinding and applying the medicine, and there was little communication.

The Taoist aunt of pure yang.

Seven Stars' Ink Leisure.

Tens of millions of miles away...

This is not fate, but a trick of fate.

They will meet one day.

“......”