"Grandpa!" Xia Chen opened his throat and shouted, but his voice went away with the wind, and he never heard his grandfather's response. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, he rushed into the fire.

The old man was taken aback and hurriedly grabbed him: "Don't go up, it's dangerous!"

"I'll go see if grandpa is inside!" A tear fell from the corner of Xia Chen's eyes, and he struggled twice, not opening the old man's hand.

"There was no one in the fire!, and there were no bodies!" said the old man.

Xia Chen asked, "How do you know?"

"Don't you believe it?" the old man looked around, and found a well about ten feet away, so he said, "Wait a minute!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he appeared at the well, facing the house that had been burned to ashes. Xia Chen wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and looked at the old man puzzled.

I saw that the old man's eyes were slightly closed, his hands were spread, and the wine gourd around his waist was sacrificed by him. The stopper of the wine gourd opened automatically, and there was a rope to hang the stopper on the side of the wine gourd, and then the old man had words in his mouth, Xia Chen didn't hear what he was chanting clearly, but he saw a streamer coming out of the wine gourd, and then quickly flowing into the well.

In the blink of an eye, the streamer rushed up the well, and the streamer was followed by the clear well water!

Xia Chen's mouth opened wide, and his eyes looked at this magical scene without blinking!

Is this to collect the well water into the wine gourd? What does he want to do?

As soon as the question in Xia Chen's heart arose, the old man groaned, and the wine gourd flew towards the top of the room, stopping in mid-air, tilting slightly, and the water of the wine gourd poured out!

When the water came into contact with the fire, it made a "poof, poof" sound, and the smell of plant ash came to the nostrils.

Soon, the water from the well in the gourd was poured out, but the fire was completely extinguished.

After retracting the wine gourd, the old man said to Xia Chen: "You can go in and have a look now, and verify whether what the old man said is right." Finally, he said, "Go in and be careful of burns." ”

Xia Chen pursed his lips, nodded his head and thanked him, and rushed into the ruins.

Although the fire was extinguished by water, the heat could not dissipate all at once, and soon after entering, Xia Chen's body was sweating, and he was really worried about his grandfather, and his heart was also impatient, so soon, his body was wet.

But he couldn't care about it anymore! he just wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and continued to search. Flip left and right, look east and west, where can you find the bones!

The old man stood on the edge of the ruins and asked, "How is it, have you found it?"

Xia Chen sighed and shook his head.

"That means your grandfather is okay now!"

"How do you know?"

The old man gave him a blank look: "If there is something, how can it be that there are no bones left? You don't understand such a simple truth? I think he is either out and doesn't know that the house is burned, or he is ......."

At this point, he paused and did not continue.

Xia Chen was anxious: "Or what?!"

The old man said stupidly: "Either someone has taken it!"

"We've lived here for so long, and we've never had a holiday with anyone. Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered something, and ran from the ruins to the old man, "Senior, you said in the cave mansion before that my grandfather's illness has been cured by the fairy?"

The old man nodded and said, "That's right!"

Xia Chen continued to ask, "That's where she came here?"

The old man nodded again and said, "Hmm!"

Xia Chen asked again, "How do you know?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Do you suspect that she set the fire?"

Xia Chen said in a deep voice: "I didn't say it was her, I just wanted to know, how do you know that she has been here and cured my grandfather's illness." ”

"That's right, how do I know that she didn't cheat me?" the old man suddenly realized something, and said to Xia Chen, "I don't hide it, I also told her about it." ”

"She told her in person?"

"Use their Heavenly Sword Sect's sound transmission technique. ”

"Phonics?"

"Yes. The Heavenly Sword Sect's sound transmission technique is also called 'Edgeworth Sound Transmission Technique'. The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect will learn this method of sound transmission in the late stage of foundation building, this method is to cast the words they want to say through spells on a drawn sword-shaped rune paper, and this sword-shaped rune paper will automatically find a certain range of sound transmission objects. The higher the caster's cultivation, the greater the teleportation range. ”

The old man paused for a moment, and decided to tell Xia Chen what happened this morning, "After you and her both fell off the cliff this morning, they coincidentally fell in front of the old man's temporary cave mansion, do you say that the old man can see death and not save him? Two hours later, she used the Edgeworth Transmission Technique to inform the old man that your grandfather was fine, and he only needed to take one last medicinal soup to heal, and told the old man that she would go back to the Heavenly Sword Sect directly. ”

After hearing this, Xia Chen pondered for a while and asked, "How is the style of the Heavenly Sword Sect?"

The fairy actually rescued him when life and death were at hand, and he didn't look like a bad person, but there were too many doubts about the things in front of him, which had to make him think carefully.

As the old man said: There are villains in the righteous way, and there are gentlemen in the dark miasma of the devil's way.

The fairy wouldn't do this, it didn't mean that the Heavenly Sword Sect wouldn't do it. Perhaps, all this is a routine!

The old man replied seriously: "Although some of the old guys of the Heavenly Sword Sect are very stubborn and unsympathetic, the style of the sect is excellent, and there has never been anything that hurts the heavens and reason, especially under the leadership of the current head of the Wuchen Zhenren, the Heavenly Sword Sect is in full swing and occupies the position of the leader of Taoism. ”

Xia Chen fell into deep thought, it wouldn't be the Heavenly Sword Sect, who could it be?

Skull Red?!

Xia Chen's body was shocked, and he remembered what the old man said about the Skeleton Red Venerable, and he asked, "Old senior, could it be the Skeleton Red Venerable?"

The old man pondered for a while, and suddenly said, "It's very likely to be him!"

"Who is this Skull Red Venerable?"

Brushing his beard, the old man replied, "I heard from the girl of the Heavenly Sword Sect that this Skeleton Red Venerable is the elder of the Bone Sect, a sect that has emerged in recent years. In the rivers and lakes, the Bone Sect is notorious, and its disciples often take people's lives, capture people's souls to practice evil arts, and use human bones to make magic weapons, which is simply extremely vicious. ”

"Then if the speculation is true, why did he arrest my grandfather?" Xia Chen was puzzled, "We are just an ordinary peasant family. ”

The old man's eyes narrowed slightly, and he shook his head: "First of all, the Immortal Tribulation Grass is the purest thing, and it will only grow one in the Mid-Autumn Festival in thirty years, and it is an immortal medicine for cultivating the true Dao. Legend has it that if you take it in advance, you will be able to hang the original god and prevent it from disappearing when the tribulation fails, hence the name 'Immortal Tribulation Grass'. ”

Xia Chen frowned: "Could it be that someone from the Bone Sect wants to cross the catastrophe?"

"Not necessarily! The Bone Sect snatched this sword spirit of the Heavenly Sword Sect, presumably to cultivate some method, and this sword spirit left the Heavenly Sword Sect, and was no kinder than the people of the Bone Sect, so for the sake of safety, they needed the Immortal Tribulation Grass to reconcile and weaken the evil power. ”

"But my grandfather is not an immortal calamity. ”

The old man said in a deep voice: "The medicinal power can last for seven days and seven nights, and in these seven days and seven nights, even if your grandfather takes the medicinal soup made from the Immortal Tribulation Grass, it can also be used as an introduction to cultivation." ”

"What?!" Xia Chen's body suddenly weakened and sat down on the ground.