The pain in the back has penetrated into the heart, as if being stabbed into the body with a knife, the chest is piercingly cold, and it is freezing cold.
Xuan Min and him were separated by rocks, golden light, and a thick mist of water. But he didn't raise his hand to sweep away the water mist, but still quietly looked at the white shadow on Shi Feng through the water mist, and repeated softly: "National teacher?"
Many details of the past flooded into my mind at that moment. The useful and useless, the clear and vague, flashed in a disorganized and mind-numbing way. With the title of "National Teacher", suddenly become clear-
Unusual ability, ties with the government, particularly careful xingzi, and the team I met at the foot of the dustpan last time...
In fact, there are clues everywhere revealing the origin of Xuanmin's identity. These days, especially after entering the hundred wormholes, the vaguely lingering uncomfortable root is a kind of subconscious uneasiness, even with a kind of timidity. meaning.
He has already felt it, but he has always ignored it intentionally or unintentionally.
Even now, having personally experienced Xuanmin's memory through the involvement of copper coins, he still holds the last trace of luck and still wants to ask Xuanmin to understand, and he can even pretend to be stupid, as long as Xuanmin shakes his head and denies it. , as long as Xuan Min said a "no"...
"Year of Wuchen, the seventh day of the sixth month..." Xue Xian stared at the white shadow behind the mist, and softly repeated what Xuan Min had said in his memory.
He saw that the white shadow seemed to move stiffly.
It was just that the mist was too thick, making it difficult for him to tell whether it was an illusion.
"What date is the seventh day of the sixth month in the Wuchen year you mentioned..." Xue Xian asked without moving his eyes.
In his long and almost endless life, he had never cared so much about a person's answer. For a moment, he even regretted it, and wanted to open his mouth to interrupt and take the question back.
It was the first time he was so afraid of hearing the truth.
However, the man on the rock once said to him "I won't lie to you".
Xuan Min was silent for a long, long time, until Xue Xian's chest was so cold that he almost lost consciousness, only then did he hear him say in a somewhat low voice: "True Dragon Tribulation Period..."
Xue Xian's eyelashes moved, then he closed his eyes quietly, and when he opened them again, his face was expressionless. He glanced at Xuan Min one last time, and said one word in a calm and disturbing voice: "Okay."
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In a temple dozens of miles away from Jiangsong Mountain, a little novice with a youthful look on his face was sitting cross-legged by the window and reading the scriptures.
The little novice put down the scriptures and stretched out his head to look out the window.
Their temple is built on a mountain, and it is the highest point within a radius of ten miles. From his point of view, he could vaguely see a mountain in the distance, with a vast river in front of the mountain, and a lonely temple on the mountain.
This black cloud and thunder and lightning came inexplicably, and there was no sign at all, as if this god suddenly broke his heart and became angry.
Layers of black clouds rolled, covering the sky from the end of the sky to the other end of the sky in just the blink of an eye.
The little novice looked strange and strange, and really stretched out his hand to explore, but before his fingers were straightened, the rain fell suddenly.
The rain was so heavy that even the mountains in the distance could not be seen clearly, only a faint shadow of the lonely temple could be seen faintly.
The little novice's hand was sore from the rain, and the cuffs of the gray cloth monk's robe were immediately soaked and stuck to his forearm. The soaked sleeves were naturally uncomfortable to wrap around, but the little novice didn't care, just stared blankly at the pouring rain.
For some reason, he inexplicably felt that the rain was so heavy that it seemed like a catharsis, and he felt inexplicably sad, as if he was also enveloped by the black cloud, stuffy, and a little breathless.
He is still young and has lived in the mountains for a long time. He rarely has such unreasonable emotions. He just suddenly thought of the scriptures he had just read. There was a sentence in it that he couldn't understand: From love comes sorrow, and from love comes fear. , If you are separated from the lover, you will have no worries and no fear. [1]
He watched the heavy rain go out silently for a long time, until his brother came in and told him to close the window.
"Senior brother, I just saw someone in the mountain temple in front of me." The little novice raised his finger and pointed to the mountain shadow that was as pale as blue smoke in the heavy rain, and turned back.
"What's your trick, can you see someone so far away?" Senior brother couldn't help laughing, and said, "No, that's Daze Temple, a famous ghost temple. It's been deserted for so many years, where did it come from? figure."
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