In the wind and snow, only three extremely miserable cries could be heard, with heart-rending despair, coming from a distance.

"Why don't you wake up!" the old fortune teller sighed, took a sip of wine, and got up to close the wooden door.

Han Shi showed a smile on his face, looking at the fortune teller without saying a word, although the old man's voice was extremely subtle, but it couldn't hide from his ears.

The old man bent down and sat down, stared at the fire in a daze for a long time, and said: "You can naturally see that this airman is not a mortal outside, but it is not those two who report to the horse thief!"

Han Shi's eyes lit up, and he seemed to have grasped a clue, and the old man's words contained several meanings, even he needed to savor them carefully.

"Those two are not like guards, but like horse thieves. ”

Han Shi picked up a piece of hay and put it in front of him to look at it carefully, I don't know if it was too fast, although this hay penetrated his wrist, but there was no trace of blood on it.

"The eyes under his feet are like torches, it is true, and these two people were brought in by the airkeeper from the group of horse thieves, in other words, the person who reported the news was the airkeeper himself. The old man's eyes were solemn, and his tone was calm.

Han Shi's face was calm, this matter was not beyond his expectations, but he still had something he couldn't see through.

"All of the Sikong Wai's family died under the sword of the horse thief, and all this has to be told from the time he was seven years old. ”

"He was born in a large family, but he was a single family for three generations, and he was the treasure of the palm of the family since he was a child, but when the child reached the age of six or seven, he gradually began to be naughty. ”

"Once, taking advantage of the unpreparedness of adults, he slipped out alone, in order to be able to play as he wanted, and usually, he was secretly protected by a few guards. ”

This play, was targeted by the nearby horse thieves, captured to the horse thief's nest, Sikong family sent a large number of people to search, but still could not be found, until three days later in the middle of the night, but he suddenly appeared outside the gate of Sikong's house, shouting loudly. ”

"When his father and mother heard this, they didn't care about the rule that they should not open the door late at night to prevent horse thieves, and when they opened the gate, they saw their seven-year-old son, but they also saw countless horse thieves......"

"A massacre, a fire, no bones, I don't know if the horse thief was kind, leaving him alone at the age of seven to become the only bloodline of the Sikong family. ”

"Stubborn, in an instant, he went from a rich young master to a ruined family, standing in a field of ashes, he grabbed the ashes, and swallowed with blood and tears, and vowed to destroy the horse thief. ”

Many years later, he went through hardships to worship the largest sect in the country, Dao Xuanzong, and devoted himself to cultivating and cultivating to soar, and stepped into Yuanying in less than two hundred years, and reached the Yuanying Great Perfection in another hundred years, only one step away from the Spirit Realm, and was known as the most qualified disciple of Dao Xuanzong for thousands of years. ”

But that was the end of it, as he failed three times in the impact, and in the fourth impact, he caused the demons in his heart to split. ”

"His cultivation plummeted, from the Yuanying Great Perfection to continue to fall, and finally even fell out of Ning Yuan to become a mortal, although Dao Xuanzong regretted it, but there was nothing to be done, so he had to let him stay in the sect as a miscellaneous disciple. ”

Although most of the elders of the sect have the intention of retaining, the pity, indifference, contempt, and even schadenfreude from the brothers of the same sect make it impossible for the Sikong to stay in the Dao Xuanzong, bid farewell to the sect, and re-enter the world alone outside the Sikong Sect. ”

"Heart Demon?" Han Shi muttered, his eyes revealing doubt.

The fortune teller didn't seem to hear Han Shi's words, and continued: "Although the Sikong is already a mortal, after all, his cultivation has reached the Yuanying realm, how can he really be just a mortal, after a few years of hard work, he has accumulated the family property of the rich party with a vision far beyond others. ”

On the site of the original Sikong family, a big mansion was rebuilt exactly like the one he remembered, and he became a well-known Sikong outsider. ”

"The so-called inner demon is that every time the Sikong officer stands outside the gate of the house at night, it is like returning to the age of seven, the horse thief opened the door with his hand, slaughtering the Sikong family, this tragic scene has always existed in his heart, becoming his lingering shadow, and it is precisely because of this that he cannot condense into a complete artistic conception, and the impact of the smart failure. ”

The vow he made when he was seven years old has been biting his heart for many years, constantly urging him to fulfill his vow. ”

"At the same time, the cultivation outside the Sikong staff has unconsciously shown signs of recovery, and in less than ten years, it has quietly recovered to Yuan Dan, so that there is no Taoist Xuanzong must not attack mortals for no reason, and the Sikong outside finally showed his fangs to the horse thief......"

"What's the name of this air officer?" asked Han Shi.

This person is ashamed of his name, so his original name is unknown, and he only takes his surname as his name, and the word Sikong is this person's name. ”

"Sikong ......" Han Shi's heart moved, and he vaguely seemed to grasp something.

"Sikong this person, every time he goes to a place where horse thieves are rampant, he will show his money and wealth, and he will not hide his identity as a wealthy man, and he will openly select and hire guards in the local area, and at the same time, he will quietly release the news that he has a heavy treasure, which will naturally attract the attention of horse thieves, and the guards he chooses will naturally mix with horse thieves. ”

"This guard, named Qu Zhi and Zhan Nian, must have been horse thieves. Han Shi's face was calm, but he felt an unusual taste in this story.

"These two people are naturally horse thieves, but they are not called Qu Zhi and Zhan Nian!"

The fortune teller took a sip of wine, raised his head, and looked at Han Shi with great meaning.

"Straight and straight...... Zhan Nian ...... Could it be ......" Han Shi's expression froze and straightened up.

"Yes, all Sikong's personal guards are called by these two names, and many people, for the sake of money, naturally do not hesitate to change to another name. ”

The old man's eyes showed appreciation, obviously very satisfied with Han Shi's reaction.

"To be straight is to grasp, and to show your thoughts is to ...... "The old man smiled and sighed, and there was a hint of wine in his eyes.

"Together, they are ...... Get rid of obsession!"

Han Shi's heart shook, and suddenly he remembered the third scream in the wind and snow, and there was an indescribable poignancy in it.

"It's the horse thief who cuts it, and it's even more obsessive!"

Han Shi suddenly seemed to understand a little, listening to the wind whistling outside the grass house, gradually, he seemed to hear the sound of snow falling through the wind, the obsession of snow is to find the piece that is related to it in the thousands of snowflakes, no matter how the wind cuts, it can't cut off the obsession of snow.

The so-called inner demon may be obsession!

"It's just this obsession, do you really need to cut it?"

Han Shi glanced at the tired old man, who was reclining on the back of the green ox, and his eyes seemed to see the snowflakes that were constantly flying in the wind through the roof of the thatched hut.

In Han Shi's eyes, there was confusion.

The old man's snoring was accompanied by the occasional dream talk, which continued to rise and fall, and the light of the fire gradually dimmed, and the grass hut gradually became dark.

The confusion in Han Shi's eyes was suddenly covered by an indescribable night, if it must be said, it was the color at the beginning of the dream.

The first rays of light in the morning, through the gap in the wooden door, penetrated into the grass hut, dispelling the darkness in it, the old man's snoring suddenly stopped, rubbed his eyes, got up and pushed open the wooden door, and looked at the snow all over the mountains outside the door.

"Why don't you wake up?"

The old man was muttering to himself, and looked back at Han Shi, who was still asleep with his eyes closed.

A chill was carried into the thatched house by the wind, Han Shi frowned and opened his eyes, this cold wind came strangely, completely blowing away the dream he had just experienced.

"My old man has received your benefits, so naturally I will also give you a hexagram, I was sleepy last night, how about now?" The old man saw Han Shi wake up, turned around and closed the wooden door, and said with a smile.

"I don't believe in fate!" Han Shi groaned and said slowly.

"Since you don't believe in fate, I'll tell you a great secret between heaven and earth, how about in exchange?" a mysterious smile appeared on the old man's face.

"The younger generation listened. Han Shi was stunned and looked at the old man carefully.

"Do you know why, no matter how many snow crystals there are in this snowflake, they are six-sided, but there is no other shape. The old man sat back by the wall, unscrewed the gourd, and took a sip of wine.

Han Shi's eyes flashed, many years ago, when he was fighting with Jun Wuwu in the Thundercloud Secret Realm, he had accidentally discovered that he wanted to explore this secret after cultivating to Dacheng, but he didn't expect that someone would know the answer today.

"According to legend, there is a woman who controls the origin of a realm of water, before returning to the ruins, she exerted the most powerful magic power in her life, and changed the origin of the original chaotic and disorderly snow crystals in the snowflakes, with various shapes of snow crystals, and since then, all the snow in a realm is only hexagonal snow crystals, and there is even a legend that before the appearance of this woman in ancient times, if the water between the heavens and the earth is condensed, it will only become ice, and there is no snow, it can be said that it is precisely because of this woman that there is snow for the first time in this world!"

As for the reason for this matter, it has long been unknown, and many ancient texts have left a lot of speculation, and it is possible that this matter is related to a special monk who was called Shi Xiu in ancient times, but this is just speculation, and no one dares to be sure. ”

The old man's eyes were long, immersed in the ethereal legend, all this, although he said it through his mouth, but he couldn't help but have fantasies.

"One Origin ......"

Han Shi took a deep breath, and there was a shock in his heart, the name of the origin, he had only seen sporadic records in a few classics, and most of them were unknown, obviously the person who wrote the book was only hearsay about the origin.

But all these records have one thing in common, that is, the power of the source, just a trace is enough to destroy the earth, break the sky, is one of the ultimate mysteries between heaven and earth.