"Ancestor Bu Ning." Xiao Hei replied again.
He made it from the spirits left by Bu Ning, so when he mentioned this person, his tone was very solemn and respectful, and he didn't even change his posture.
But behind him was a stunned crowd.
Zhang Lan opened his mouth and was stunned for a long time in disbelief, before he said, "Don't be kidding, how is that possible?"
Xiao Hei stood up, knelt down and bowed down again, and gave the second big gift: "Really."
Zhang Yalin opened and closed his lips several times, emphasizing: "Ancestor Bu Ning's stone formation has a mark, but it has nothing to do with his name, don't see the word 'Bu' and 'Ning' and think it's him. "
"Yes." Zhang Lan immediately echoed, "Don't make a mistake."
This reminder is superfluous.
They should know better than anyone how special Bu Ning is to Xiao Hei and will not recklessly recognize people.
As expected, Xiao Hei replied, "I know."
After he finished speaking, Wen Shi was already standing in front of the dead grass.
The exposed stone was originally plain, but after being wiped by someone's finger, it glowed with a layer of snowy light, comparable to a polished mirror.
In the lower right corner of the stone, a mark is looming.
I recognized the mark at a glance when I smelled it...
Really Bunning.
Everyone in the world likes to leave something on their own things, just as the painter hides his name in the painting, and the author leaves a word after the text. The person who draws the talisman will write the call of so-and-so, and the person who sets up the formation also pays attention to this.
Most of them will keep their names on the stone formation. In Wen Shi's cognition, there are only two exceptions - Chen Dao and Bu Ning.
The former leaves nothing, the latter leaves no name.
The footsteps came in a hurry, and everyone else came over.
Zhang Lan emphasized at Xiao Hei: "It is rumored that the ancestor Bu Ning likes to leave the word 'North', are you sure you read it correctly?"
As she spoke, she lay down to identify it in disbelief, then raised her head with wide eyes and said to the crowd, "I've seen a ghost, really... But the word 'North' is a bit weird. Ya Lin Will you come and see?"
The aunt was in a state of disbelief, arresting people everywhere to confirm.
She looked around in the crowd, stopped at Xie Wen first, and said, "Aren't you reading books? Have you seen the seal left by Bu Ning?"
When Wen Shi raised his eyes, he saw Xie Wen standing beside him, his eyes drooping and falling straight down, he paused quietly on the stone formation for a moment, and replied, "I have seen it."
Zhang Lan: "Is it like this?"
Xie asked: "Well, almost."
Zhang Yalin also finished identifying it and said, "It should be right, but the word 'North' is indeed a bit strange."
Xia Qiao carefully inserted a sentence: "Why did you leave the word 'North', is there any explanation?"
"It is said that it symbolizes the respect of the north in the Quartet, and it also symbolizes his origin, which is from the north." Zhang Lan explained that she majored in spells, but the intensive practice was gossip rumors. When it comes to this kind of thing, she always opens her mouth. just come.
But after speaking, Wen Shi and Xie Wen glanced at him at the same time.
Zhang Lan was puzzled: "Look at what I do? That's what I said."
She was very calm, but when she smelled it, it suddenly became a little complicated.
Over the years, he has rarely listened to these rumors, but some of them will inevitably fall into his ears. It's good that I don't have any memory before, but it always sounds like there is a layer of fog, blurry, and it seems to be something irrelevant to someone else.
It's different now.
Zhang Lan said those rumors with certainty, and the corresponding scenes would emerge in his mind.
The person is that person, but things are completely different.
…
When I heard it, I remembered that they were not very old at that time, more than ten years old, with juvenile temperament, and they liked to talk about the world during the gaps in the practice.
Zhong Si is a talkative person, and his mouth can't keep quiet. Anything that comes to his mouth on the mountain or off the mountain can be changed and chatted for a long time, which makes up for the taciturnity of Wen Shi.
Therefore, although only a few people live on the mountainside of Songyun Mountain, it is a lively place.
What topic started that day, I can't remember when I smell it.
I just remember Zhong Si holding a big bag of gravel, spread it out on the stone table beside the practice table, brushing the ashes from his clothes, and saying to Bu Ning and Zhuang Ye, "Well, the mountains are full of people. I've found some fancy stones, it's been a lot of work—"
Wen Shi walked sideways from behind him, climbed up an old tree, sat down on the overgrown branches as a couch, and leaned a long leg against the trunk to manage the puppet line.
The eagle-like golden-winged Dapeng circled over, landed on Wen Shi's shoulder, and took a sip on the back of Zhong Si's head.
Zhong Si covered his head and changed his mouth to say, "Hey, I just said something wrong, it was mainly me... I found it for you together with the puppet released by my junior brother. Dapeng also wants to help, but I dare not let him do it, I'm afraid It collapsed the mountain and blinded us."
Golden-winged Dapeng just stood on Wen Shi's shoulders, and wanted to flap his wings to grab him.
As soon as he saw it, he closed it, immediately held his head and said, "The main thing is that I'm afraid that Master will know and think that we are not doing business and messing around."
When smelling, leaning against the trunk of the tree, he said, "He already knows."
"… "
Zhong Si was obviously cowardly.
In fact, Chen Daobu was only stricter when they were young, and when they were older, they never interfered with anything.
But he was born with a sense of distance, and ordinary people always dare not get close. So when a few apprentices saw him, they still kept silent, with a little bit of fear.
In fact, I don't know everything, and I haven't seen any of them finished.
After a few seconds of counseling, Zhong Si returned to his playful nature. Standing without standing, he supported the table, pointed at the gravel with his chin and said, "Come on, poor and fastidious senior brother, choose what you like, and I'll put the rest back."
Zhuang Ye said: "I'm not particular about it, I can just touch a few stones anywhere and I can set up a formation."
Zhong Sichong pursed his lips and said, "I didn't say you, but this one. I also need to pick copper plates and stones. I really want to see what kind of flowers the stones can pick out."
Bu Ning let out a "ha", glanced at him, took out a small clean cloth pocket from his sleeve pocket, and picked among the pair of rubble, choosing some cobblestones.
Wen Shi also glanced at it, and the stones were nothing special except that they were fat and had some patterns.
Zhong Si was puzzled.
He squeezed one and weighed it in his hand, and when Bu Ning patted it away, he asked, "Why are these? I haven't seen you taste it carefully. How did you choose?"
Bu Ning: "Eye edge."
Zhong Si rolled his eyes exaggeratedly and collected the remaining gravel.
Bu Ning ignored him, picked up a small wooden branch, and wrote a few times on the selected boulders.
Zhong Si stretched out his head to look: "What did you write?"
Zhuang Ye explained next to him: "Imprint, although everything has a spirit, a stone with an imprint is better to use."
"Oh, I see, it's yours to engrave your name, right?" Zhong Si turned to read the seal left by Bu Ning, "...what did you draw?"
Bu Ning looked surprised: "You don't know how to read?"
Zhong Si said angrily, "Fuck you, why didn't you say that you wrote ugly? I looked at it like a north character, and thought it was a bit strange, is it a north character?"
Bu Ning: "No."
Zhong Si: "That is?"
Bu Ning: "I made it."
Zhong Si: "Then you think I can't read???"
They were noisy, and Zhuang Ye was "good" in the mud, watching the play with his arms crossed when he smelled. As a result, that night, Wen Shi swept the light and was about to sleep when he heard a few knocks on the door.
He threw the puppet wire and opened the door, and Chen Dao stood outside the door with a lamp in his hand.
"Didn't you go down the mountain?" Wen Shi looked at him unexpectedly.
"Don't call anyone?" Chen Buo raised his eyebrows and glanced at him.
Wen Shi stared at him for a moment, and moved his lips just as he was about to speak, when he heard him say, "Forget it, I know what you want to call it, so swallow it."
He half-truly shook his head, walked into the room, and put a bag of things on the table with his hands down.
When he came back from the mountain, he often brought some strange things to Wen Shi. But he is extremely good at indulging people's appetites, and he doesn't give it all at once.
I always put one or two out to be funny when I heard something because I was mute or I saw a bad scene in the cage.
This has almost become a tacit understanding between teachers and students.
It's really rare to give everything in one bag like this, as if the other party is a little absent-minded.
Wen Shi stared at Chenbu for a moment and asked, "Is something wrong down the mountain?"
Chen Dao was about to go out, when he heard the words, he was stunned for a moment and said, "It's alright, go to sleep."
Wen Shi stubbornly did not move, still looking at him.
Chen Dao had already walked to the door, glanced back again, and said with a smile: "What are you staring at me for?"
He simply chatted with Wen Shi at the door for a few words, until he relaxed his apprentice's chatting and no longer looked like an interrogation, and then he straightened up.
Before leaving, he suddenly remembered something and asked, "I heard that Bu Ning left a very special mark on the array stone?"
He was stunned when he smelled it.
Chen Dao stretched out his finger and glanced at the bird shelf: "Come on, stare at it, it's complaining."
Golden-winged Dapeng silently shrank his head into his hair and pretended to be dead.
Wen Shi thought for a while and said, "It's like a north character, but he said it's not."
No dust: "Did you mention the reason?"
Wen Shi: "He said it was made up, and he will have some connections with him in the future."
Dusty nodded.
His side face was reflected in the light, and because his eyes were lowered, he seemed to be in a trance.
Bu Ning is naturally psychic and has a special physique. Sometimes when he does something, everyone will ask a question or two. This is a common occurrence, but it is rarely asked if the dust is too small.
Wen Shi looked at him and couldn't help but said, "What's wrong with that word?"
Chen Buduo came back to his senses, smiled and said, "Maybe I also have a relationship with me."
…
Zhang Yalin stood up after identifying it, and said, "It should be right, it is the formation of ancestor Bu Ning."
Hearing that, Zhang Lan's face suddenly became solemn: "If it is really Bu Ning's formation, it will be troublesome. As we all know, there are only a handful of formations left by Bu Ning. It was an earth-shaking formation. It wasn't just…”
Zhang Lan was silent for a moment, then turned his eyes to the crowd: "Seal the one who will never enter reincarnation?"
When her voice fell, Wen Shi suddenly raised her eyes and looked at the person standing beside her.
At that moment, there was thunder in the sky, and the bright lightning flashed on Xie Wen. He still looked down at the stones on the ground, his face was pale with sickness, but he couldn't see the slightest expression.
This is the first time I heard someone mention this after hearing some of his memories recovered. It is no longer the unfamiliar story that is separated by mountains and seas and time in the storybook and rumors, but it has a real feeling.
He suddenly realized that in the mouths of these people later, Chen Dao's soul has already been destroyed, and he can't even find a trace in reincarnation. And on the rumored pages, in the words that the seal can't reach, there are the names of all the relatives...
Including when you smell yourself.
At that moment, he suddenly desperately wanted to find out that memory, to know what was going on at that time, what happened and what he did.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember anything, as if he was covered by an airtight cloth, and no light could penetrate.
He looked at the man and found that he only knew where he came from, but he couldn't remember where he came from.
Xie Wen just turned his eyes after being quiet for a long time, looked at him, and then bent his eyes.
Just like countless moments a thousand years ago, he often smiled and said to Wen Shi, "It's just a small matter."