He jumped up from the ground in shock, as if he was sticking to his ear.
I don't know if this thunder has touched the boundary of the battle, or it has disturbed the root of the battle.
He heard a loud bang like a mountain cracking, and smashed down with the meandering electric light.
Xue Xianyi sat on the top of the old tree's twisted wall, and Ba Feng watched the thunder hit the ground in front of his feet, smashing a whole thick bluestone slab into pieces, but he didn't even blink his eyes.
The whole house trembled, and after a long time it gradually calmed down.
Xue Xian lifted his eyelids and glanced at the top of his head, feeling a little regretful: now, with the help of this yellow talisman, he can only split it like this.
The earth-shattering thunder just now had some effect. It seemed to have opened a small crack somewhere in the battle. The originally quiet and almost stagnant house suddenly had an air vent, and a small sound came in from there, and soon it was lightly shrouded in the entire house.
Sure enough, this mansion is not really only him.
The others should have also been pulled into this battle, just living in their respective corners and ignorant of each other.
Xue Xian casually plucked a curled vine wire from the old vine beside him, leaning on the trunk and leisurely wrapping it around his fingers. He closed his eyes and listened to the sound coming from the slit. In an attempt to distinguish something out of the ordinary from the cluttered voices.
After a while, he really caught a little...
Ringtone
"No..." Xue Xian clicked his tongue and frowned.
The voice was a little vague in the whimpering wind, as if it came from a distant place, or it was stretched by the long and narrow crack.
It sounds a bit like a four-cornered copper bell falling from an ox cart, but the subtleties are slightly different.
copper bell…
copper coins
Thinking about it this way, the sound became clearer and clearer, and it really was like the occasional collision of a few copper coins.
"..." Xue Xian opened his eyes expressionlessly, the rattan wire wrapped around his hands was torn apart several times and snapped into two pieces.
It seemed that it was just a snap of the fingers, and the sound of the copper coins bumping was much closer.
Xue Xian listened and felt as if he was just outside a wall.
A narrow door in the corridor suddenly made a soft creak, and Xue Xian, who was ravaging the old vine, raised his eyes when he heard the sound.
The young monk wrapped in white linen robes walked silently towards the wall.
Wearing a thin white linen coat in this cold winter, just looking at it makes me feel cold, as if the thin coat is still covered with frosty air. It wasn't until Xuan Min settled down under the wall and hung the string of copper coins on his fingertips back on his waist that Xue Xian suddenly realized that this bald donkey never made a sound when walking.
So... the sound of the copper coins hitting just now, was he doing it on purpose
Xuan Min was by the wall, and his calm gaze swept over Xue Xian slightly.
The man sitting on the wall no doubt had an excellent appearance, like a sword scabbard against the edge. It just looks too thin, and the black long coat makes him extra pale, revealing a strong morbid state, which is mixed with the sharpness of the call, which seems contradictory and secret.
When Xue Xian's face was expressionless, he always gave the illusion of being extraordinarily calm.
With this look on his face, he looked at Xuan Min for a while, and then finally rolled his eyes to the sky unbearably, and said, "Why are you..."
Said, he also angrily kneaded the broken rattan silk in his hand.
This man also owes his hands, even if he is on the wall, he is still restless. After glancing at Xuan Min reluctantly, he threw the ball of vine silk at Xuan Min.
Xuan Min shook his head, raised his hand and put the "hidden weapon" smashed into his palm: "What's the matter with the sky-reaching cloud and thunder just now?"
Xue Xian raised his eyebrows and glanced at him: "You don't even ask me who I am?"
When the bald donkey took him, he was still a piece of moss sticking to the ground, and later it became a thin paper skin, and he never appeared in a serious human form from beginning to end.
Xuan Min opened his palm at him, and in the thin and thin palm, there was still the evidence of the crime that Xue Xian owed earlier - the rattan silk dumpling.
He was taciturn, and his face was always cold and expressionless, but this open palm clearly conveyed a meaning - the skin is like this, the only one, even if it is burned to ashes, it can be recognized .
Xue Xian: "..."
Xuan Min threw the vine silk in his hand under the root of the old tree, raised his eyes and reminded Xue Xian again: "You haven't said what happened to Tianlei."
Xue Xian gave an "oh" and said, "It's nothing, I just want to let others know that I'm here so that they can find it easily."