Who the middle-aged scholar was, Ding Li didn't know, but the concern in his eyes was not fake, and when Ding Li wanted to ask, a carriage quietly stopped beside him. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Come~" The middle-aged scholar smiled softly and gently pulled Latin Li's wrist, and Ding Li followed him into the car in a daze.

After sitting down in the carriage, the middle-aged scholar looked at Ding Li's fake beard and said, "Disguise, right? ”

The scholar's eyes were very clear, and there was an elder-like intimacy in his words, which was very casual and natural, just like the truth that water was supposed to flow to a low place, so Ding Li had no other ideas, and took off his makeup very obediently.

The scholar looked at it carefully, and then smiled and said to himself, "It's not like it, why would Qianshi insist that it's you." ”

Ding Li asked suspiciously, "What is it like? Who is Qianshi?"

"Qianshi is the old man who met you with Zhang Kai, the old man with eyebrows like this. The scholar made a finger on his eyebrows.

Ding Li immediately remembered the old man with sword eyebrows, his face changed slightly, and he asked, "Are you Grandpa Zhang's person?"

The middle-aged scholar twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "No, it seems that Qianshi didn't tell you anything?" Didn't he say to help you deal with your injuries?"

Ding Li shook his head blankly, he only met the old man of Qianshi at Grandpa Zhang, and he didn't talk to him, why did the scholar say this?

The scholar stopped Ding Li's wandering mind and said, "It was Qianshi who informed me that you were coming to Xiajing, and I have been waiting here for many days. ”

"Who are you, may I ask what are you waiting for me?" Although the scholar seemed to be very kind to him, Ding Li still asked cautiously.

"I am your elder, and I can also be said to be half of your relatives, this is a ......long story," the scholar said this, his face was full of amazement, as if he remembered some very regretful things.

Then he calmed down, smiled again, and said, "I will tell you these things slowly, and now that time is short, I will remind you of a few things first." ”

"First of all, the Suzaku you saw just now is not an illusion, it is the imprint that I went down to your body that has been activated, and of course, it is now sealed by me again. ”

The scholar smiled and nodded Ding Li's chest, and continued: "This is to protect you, you will know why later, but please believe me." ”

Ding Li is still alive, the crushing feeling of the Vermilion Bird is still fresh, is the stone carving really alive?

The scholar didn't wait for Ding Li to think, and then said: "Also, you must be careful of everyone except me and Qianshi, especially those who are interested in you, you will meet with Zhang Kai in a few days, and you must do what I teach you when the time comes" After speaking, the scholar attached to Ding Li's ear and quietly explained.

Ding Li was very surprised after hearing this, he didn't understand why this scholar knew everything about his physical condition, but he still nodded and decided to do so, the Vermilion Bird in front of him was so powerful that he could be blocked by the scholar with a word, if this scholar wanted to harm him, it should be a matter of nodding his fingers.

Seeing that Ding Li understood, the scholar smiled gently, and then dragged out a small sarcophagus one foot long from under the carriage he was sitting in, carried it out of the car, and waved his hand to let the coachman take Ding Li away.

When the carriage disappeared into the distance of the street, the scholar turned around and began to untie the talisman wrapped around the sarcophagus, pressed it on the sarcophagus with one hand, and said the word: "Solution!"

An invisible wind blew from all directions, blowing directly at the scholar's feet, causing the surrounding people to shiver, and the surrounding crowd looked dazed, but they just turned a blind eye to the scholar's strange behavior.

Then the scholar slowly pushed open the lid of the sarcophagus.

As the lid of the coffin opened, the body of the coffin gradually began to shake violently, and the larger the opening, the more it trembled, and before it was fully opened, the lid of the coffin exploded, and a short blade of swarthy swarthy exploded from the inside.

As soon as the short blade appeared, it let out a heart-rending howl of a beast, and then like a drop of ink, it gradually stained the surrounding air, and the small space became darker and darker, and the short blade seemed to gradually seep into the black depths, and it was about to disappear.

The scholar seems to have expected it. With his left hand, he grabbed the short blade and pulled it out of the inky black, and then the three fingers of his right hand were still pointing at Suzaku from afar.

In an instant, the scene that Ding Li had seen before resurfaced, the Vermilion Bird flapped its wings, leaning on countless colorful mist, and with an elegant, but indescribable might, it swooped towards the short blade in an instant.

The short blade seemed to sense that Suzaku's arrival would cause damage to it, and it let out a howl again, and its body shook violently, trying to jump out of the scholar's fingers.

Although the scholar was thin, his expression was indifferent at the moment, and his left hand was as stable as a mountain, as if it was only a small green worm struggling wildly in his hand, and he also handed his left hand in the direction of the red bird.

Suzaku swept through the field with an incomparably large but ethereal body, and took away the struggling black, which was like a cloud of soot, and was instantly cremated by the invisible cremation in Suzaku's chest.

Suzaku spun around in contentment, flew back to the moat, and reverted to a blue-gray stone sculpture.

The short blade was still in the scholar's hand, and it had completely stopped, and the ink-dyed black only had a little bit left to lean on the knife body, and the blade was still dark, but the surface lacked a slippery luster, and it lost its lustre, like a poorly maintained warehouse bottom goods.

The scholar sighed and said, "It's a pity that this ruthless soldier has rarely accumulated a hundred years of anger, but it disappeared in an instant. ”

The surroundings are still full of people coming and going, and all the scholars are transparent people.

The sound of clucking horses' hooves.

Suzaku ran inside the gate and rushed over, surrounding the scholars.

These cavalry soldiers are all dressed in distinct armor, and the style is actually the imperial city guard, but the middle one is wearing a black robe, not very old, with a shaved head, like a little monk.

The scholar smiled and looked at the little bald head in the middle, but did not speak.

The little bald head hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Dare to ask Master Mei, why is Suzaku in a commotion." ”

The scholar threw the short blade in his hand to the little bald head and said, "Another refining, this little finch is too violent, you have to train it well." ”

The little bald head took the short blade, glanced at the scholar suspiciously, pinched a handprint at random with his right hand, and there were bursts of faint golden light on his body, encircling the short blade in the aura.

After a while, the little bald head threw the short blade back to the scholar, and arched his hand and said: "I have offended, please forgive Master Mei, Your Majesty has an order to keep an eye on the four holy beasts, please Master Mei try not to touch the formation again in the future, otherwise it will be difficult for the apprentice to explain." ”

The scholar looked at the little bald head with a playful expression and said, "If you don't practice here, master, will you accompany me to the deep mountains to practice?" ”

The little bald head was speechless for a while, and then he arched his hand again and said, "Then please ask Master Mei to say hello to the apprentice in advance next time when refining the weapon, so that the apprentice can be prepared." ”

"Naturally, at that time, the master will give you things directly, and it will be most convenient for you to do it on behalf of the master of labor. The scholar withdrew the short blade from the sarcophagus, smiled and waved, got into another carriage, and walked straight to the inner city, ignoring the little bald heads.