That night, Shi Wuduan entered his room, scattered the rabbit spirit and the kingpin bird, and sat down on the bed as if out of strength, feeling empty in his mind—as if he had used it too much just now. Yes, it's like I don't think about it anymore.
It took him about a cup of tea before he realized it slowly. He felt uncomfortable, as if the whole world was turned upside down when he opened his eyes. He felt that when he looked up at the road ahead, the dense fog ahead When I was full, I looked back and felt that the things that had happened were not true.
Shi Wuduan sat on the edge of the bed, covered his chest, grinned suddenly at the corners of his mouth, and wanted to cry, but his expression was just right, before the cry was brewed, he thought of something again, trembled, and tried his best to cry. He stretched out his hand to wipe his face, kicked off his shoes, walked barefoot to the ground like a thief, carefully lay down by the window, looked around, and found that there was no one watching in the yard at the door of the house Only then did he feel relieved, and planned to sit back and continue crying.
But after sitting back, he found that the tears that had been brewing just now had been suppressed again, which made him extremely uncomfortable.
Too many things happened in the past two days and one night, he was really sleepy and tired, so he fell on the bed, his head just touched the pillow, and he became confused, half asleep and half awake, he suddenly jerked and sweated profusely Drippingly sober again, he turned over and opened the bag he had put aside, hugged the astrolabe in his arms, took out a small dagger, hid it under the pillow, blocked it with his head, and clamped it with one hand, Then he breathed a sigh of relief and lay down again.
The next day, Bitan asked someone to bring the clothes to him. Shi Wuyuan hesitated for a while, and while others were not paying attention, he put the clothes under his nose and smelled them carefully. He couldn't smell anything wrong, so he put on sackcloth and filial piety. .
As soon as he left Daozu's courtyard, someone followed him intentionally or unintentionally, Shi Wuduan thought to himself, it seems that running away is temporarily impossible, how are they going to deal with me
He seems to have a talent for not expressing emotions or showing emotions, but he has lived for more than ten years and has always been on good terms with everyone. It was the first time he had a grudge against others, and this talent was revealed. I saw him peacefully guarding the spirit of the Taoist ancestor in the mourning hall. There were no tears on his face, but there was a gloomy and lifeless smell on his face. He didn't look like a child.
Bitan observed him secretly for several days, and found that the naughty monkey suddenly became silent, and his whole person was different, as if he had changed from a furry child to a teenager overnight. Shi Wuduan was originally a guy who would make waves even when there was no wind, he knew everyone well by himself, and after getting acquainted, he would not stop talking when he opened his mouth, but this time he came back, he was actually reluctant to talk to others.
However, he is still young and lacks knowledge and skills. Although he works hard to act, he can still make people who are interested see clues.
Bitan found that every time someone approached him, Shi Wuduan's whole body would tense up, and then he would relax with a strange expression on his face. Although he tried his best to conceal his expression, it was always unnatural.
This day Banya was with him, also stared at Shi Wuduan for a while, then whispered to him: "Brother, look at him..."
He hesitated for a moment, then looked at Master Bitan's face, and then said: "I always feel that this brat seems to know something."
Bitan glanced at him, but didn't answer the question.
Ban Ya then said again: "Brother, think about it, he claimed to be going to Cangyun Valley, but that day when the holy driver came, the top of Jiulu Mountain was heavily guarded, how did he touch the altar all the way without anyone noticing?"
Bitan said slowly, "I think he is small and neglected by the guards."
Seeing that he didn't care, Banya hurriedly continued: "Brother, think about it, even if he was neglected by the guards and came in by himself, then he won't look for this little thing when he comes back... that... the place where the former head lived, for no reason. Why did you run to the altar for no reason?"
Bitan turned to look at him.
Master Bitan has always had a very good reputation on Jiulu Mountain, he treats people kindly, and makes friends with others everywhere. Speaking of which, Daozu is the head of Xuanzong, but the head of the sect has a lot of prestige after all, and he is not as good as him. The younger brother is very popular. This person looks like a kind-hearted and kind-hearted person.
At this moment, Bitan asked softly: "Junior Brother, what do you want to say?"
Ban Ya didn't hesitate any longer, and said: "I think there is something wrong with this little brat, maybe he saw what happened, and he wants to hide his strength and bide his time to wait for the opportunity to get revenge. Instead of this, let's cut the grass and root out, come on..."
As he said, he stretched out his hand to make a knife, and made a gesture of chopping, with a stern look on his face. Bitan frowned.
Banya persisted and said: "Senior brother, I know you have a kind heart, this kid... you can be regarded as we watched him grow up, who doesn't have any feelings? It's just..."
Bitan suddenly raised his arm, pressed down his slashing hand, interrupted Master Banya's words, accentuated his tone, and said displeasedly: "Don't say any more, Xuanzong has always been a decent school for a hundred years, People under the door walk upright and sit upright, even if there is a quarrel, it is for the sake of the family and the world, and it is a last resort, now that the senior brother is gone, and the matter of borrowing luck is done, how can there be any reason to embarrass a child?"
"If he knows that Taoist ancestor is..."
Bitan waved his hand and said, "If I have nothing to worry about, he will know, so what?"
Seeing that Banya was still arguing, Bitan turned around and said sternly to him: "I'm going to leave my words here today, for no reason I watched him grow up, he's a good boy, even if he doesn't do well in the future, I will take care of him myself. Hey, I, Bitan, have devoted myself to cultivation for many years, and even if it’s useless, I don’t have to be wary of such a yellow-mouthed kid like a big enemy. But before that, he’s still yours. My nephew, anyone who wants to touch him depends on whether I agree or not!"
Banya stared at Bitan in a daze, snorted coldly, and walked away.
"What?" Banya thought bitterly, staring fiercely at Shi Wuyuan's thin back for a while, feeling a little annoyed, "Bah! If you become a bitch, you need to set up a memorial archway, cut weeds without eradicating their roots, and raise tigers." It must be a trouble, and when you regret it in the future, just wait and see!"
But he is not as capable as Bitan, not as powerful as Bitan, and not as brainy as Bitan. On Jiulu Mountain, he just occupies a seniority out of thin air - he used to be the Taoist ancestor, but now he is Bitan, so there is really no room for him to speak. Banya was angry for a while, but finally had no choice but to turn around and leave.
Let's talk about Master Bitan, although his words are nice, but he is not so sure in his heart. Shi Wuduan revealed many flaws, how can he, an old fox, not see it.
Seven days later, Daozu was buried, and Shi Wuduan went back to his room to sleep on the first day. In the middle of the night, Bitan couldn't help but walked into Daozu's small courtyard, gently pushed open Shi Wuduan's door, and left. go in.
At this time, the three living creatures in the room had already fallen asleep, the moonlight fell and spilled in through the window, Shi Wuduan lay sideways on the bed, curled up into a small ball, holding something in his arms. Bitan took another two steps forward and watched him condescendingly for a while. The boy didn't sleep soundly, his brows were frowned and twisted into knots.
Bitan thought to himself, this little thing, who has been making troubles in mountains and rivers since he was a child, can he have so many eyes and such a deep city
He thought that although Shi Wudu was a little stiff when he was approached these few days, there was nothing wrong with his attitude towards him. Suffering and hatred are coming. if he knew...
Bitan shook her head and smiled silently, feeling that she was thinking too much, so she turned around and left. However, at this time, his eyes suddenly fell on the thing that Shi Wuduan was holding in his arms. Although the thing was wrapped in cloth in the darkness, there was still a little light. With his unprovoked arm, he opened the cloth bag a little, and found an astrolabe inside.
When he touched the corner of the astrolabe with his fingers, he felt a strange attraction. The energy in his body seemed to leak out of his fingers, and the original faint light of the astrolabe lit up. It's a bit like a will-o'-the-wisp underneath.
This is... a dish of great evil!
The astrolabe is like a person, and ordinary things are like mediocre people. They don't recognize their masters, and they have no other purpose except for deduction. However, some astrolabes seem to have souls either because of their materials or because of great opportunities— For example, the big piece of astrolabe in Daozu's courtyard, the bottom of the plate is the stone that mends the sky, and the star sand in the plate is obtained by grinding the fallen stars into powder. The natural gods are naturally extraordinary, but this one...
Of course Bitan didn't know that Shi Wuduan's originally ordinary astrolabe was struck by divine lightning, and then sucked the soul of a ghost, and then sucked an unknown amount of black energy from the ground fissure in Cangyun Valley—although At that time, it was a bit reluctant to protect Shi Wudu, but it had a treacherous aura, and it complemented the yin energy in the crack, so it naturally benefited a lot.
Obviously, this untouchable thing has recognized the Lord, and such a spiritual thing is often only surrendered to those who are predestined. This little child is carrying such a terrible thing...
Bitan frowned, and couldn't help going through what Banya said again in his head, feeling chills on his back, if what Banya said was right, if he was so cunning at such a young age, he could avoid that Strictly guarded. At that time, he didn't go to the Taoist ancestor after sneaking in, but went to the altar first, probably because he saw that something was wrong, he was afraid of being discovered by others, he was unwilling to act rashly, and planned to find out the truth. Afterwards, I knew in my heart that Daozu's death had something to do with it, and he could still pretend to the people of Yishan—
The more Bitan thought about it, the more frightened she became, and at the end she almost felt a little creepy, so she hesitated again, this... how can a teenager think so much? Can you do this? But seeing that he was carrying such a murderous thing that recognized the master, it can be seen that Shi Wudu was not as kind and harmless as he showed.
He was terrified in his heart, and one hand was faintly purple, and he lifted it up gently, and pressed it down bit by bit towards Shi Wuduan's head.
At this moment, the boy on the bed seemed to be sleeping restlessly, and turned over gently. Bitan was startled, and came to his senses. Before he could escape, Shi Wuduan rolled into his arms .
He seemed to be sleeping cold, he grabbed the warm body, spread the astrolabe and stuck it on it, and wrapped it around Bitan's body, slammed it a few times in his mouth, and said a few words in his sleep.
Bitan listened carefully, only to hear him say: "Master... Master... Master, stop beating me..."
Bitan was taken aback, Shi Wuduan rubbed against his clothes, and then said: "Uncle Master... help, Master Uncle Bitan..."
Bitan paused, the purple air in his hands gradually dissipated, he stroked Shi Wudu's back, patted it lightly, lowered his head and asked softly, "What do you want Uncle Shi to save you?"
Shi Wuduan let out a "huh", and after a long while, he said, "Help me... don't let Master hit me..."
Bitan's heart softened, and he sighed, pulled up the quilt he kicked aside, carefully covered him with him, touched his hair with his fingers, and then quietly closed the door and went out.
Shi Wuduan turned over again on the bed, turned his back to the door, and got a little under the quilt.
Then he opened his eyes to the wall, only to feel that his back was drenched in cold sweat.
Shi Wuduan lived on Jiulu Mountain in such a terrified manner, raised rabbit spirits and Cuiping birds, and lived in seclusion every day.
Bitan first came to teach him his homework every day like the Taoist ancestor, but Shi Wuyuan discovered that Bitan never taught him spells and martial arts. Or throw him a few books on astrological calculations, using the excuse that he is not very proficient in it, so that he won't mislead his disciples and ask him to comprehend it by himself.
Shi Wuduan also cooperated with him, and he endorsed the book if he was asked to endorse it, and fiddled with the astrolabe himself if he was not asked to endorse it, looking like he was not motivated.
After a long time, Bitan also found that this little nephew was only a bit mischievous and smart, and he couldn't do his business. After three days, at the end Xuanzong was very busy with affairs, and he himself had a lot of disciples and grandchildren, so he didn't have much time to deal with it for no reason. He just brought up a few books in ten or so days, and gave him a symbolic look. He was left to fend for himself.
However, food and use have never been shorter than him, on the contrary, they are much more generous than other disciples on the mountain.