If the subscription ratio is lower than 70%, then you can only see the update after 36 hours, be careful~ Xu Xingzhi leaned down, took one in one hand, and pushed it forward: "Go on, don't embarrass my four disciples. what."
After receiving Xu Xingzhi's order, the two rode the magic weapon and ran away in a panic, running faster than a rabbit.
Xu Xingzhi raised his foot to leave, but was held back by a small paw.
The boy stood on tiptoe and tried to hand the Fuyuguo to him.
"I don't need this."
"East Emperor sacrifice. Don't you want it?" The boy blinked and tried his best to sell, "...they both wanted it just now. Send it to you."
Xu Xingzhi smiled and pressed down the boy's small paws with a folding fan: "They are participating in the competition, I am not. I am the order officer of the Eastern Emperor Sacrifice Conference."
The boy didn't understand, so he had to hold on to Xu Xingzhi's clothes, as if asking him to give an explanation.
There was nothing to do, Xu Xingzhi lowered his head and checked the broken jade chain on his neck, and determined that the jade was not abnormal, then walked to Qingyan, where the boy had just sat on his feet, jumped up, and patted his side again, indicating to the male Come and sit.
The boy also waded over and sat down next to Xu Xingzhi.
Xu Xingzhi said, "You don't recognize birth."
The boy boldly stretched out his hand to check the pearl and jade chain around Xu Xingzhi's neck, and was grabbed by one of Xu Xingzhi's wrists.
A spiritual power quietly infiltrated the boy's body through the wrist meridians, but the boy's expression remained the same, allowing Xu Xingzhi's spiritual power to wander among his eight meridians without any hesitation.
Xu Xingzhi sighed in surprise: "It's a child with spiritual roots."
The boy opened a pair of ignorant eyes: "What is Linggen?"
Xu Xingzhi explained: "Anyone who seeks immortals and asks, if you want to achieve something, you must have roots, understanding and hard work. Your spiritual roots are very good. Little guy, where are your parents?"
The boy lowered his head and looked at his toes: "No."
Xu Xingyi was stunned, and then relieved: "It's okay, neither do I."
The boy buried his head lower: "I haven't seen my parents since I was born."
"...Almost." Xu Xingzhi said easily, "My mother went early, and I only have one brother. If it wasn't for my master, Qing Jingjun, who accepted me as an apprentice, I'm afraid I would still be fighting for territory with a group of gangsters on the street."
Having said that, Xu Xingzhi opened the fan as usual, ready to fan himself, but the boy unexpectedly held his palm and squeezed it distressedly.
In order to appease Xu Xingzhi, the boy held the Fuyuguo again: "Fruit. Eat it for you."
Xu Xingzhi smiled and pushed the fruit away again: "The first time I came to Lingqiu Mountain, I snatched two pieces of fruit, and I stole one. It was juicy and meaty, but it tasted too much scum and fangs. Unappetizing."
The boy nodded in agreement, put away the fruit judged by Xu Xingzhi as "not delicious", and asked another question: "You said, 'Order Officer', what is that?"
Xu Xingzhi answered patiently: "The Four Sects of Immortal Dao will hold the Eastern Emperor Sacrifice Conference every two years. Originally, the disciples of each family, regardless of the inner and outer sects, competed for the sacrifices together. The sacrificial officer of the emperor's sacrifice. I have been a sacrificial officer for six consecutive years, and I am too tired. Therefore, after negotiation, the first disciples of our four sects did not participate in the competition, but served as the order officer, in charge of several areas, so as to avoid competition. There is a problem in it.”
After saying that, he propped up the broken jade chain around his neck with his fingertips, and pointed out the bright spots on it to the boy: "Look, I am in charge of the five mountains of Yushan, Lingqiu, Zhang'e, Gaotu, and Taihua. The sacrifices are quite rare, and are often guarded by monsters; if there is a disciple who uses spiritual power in these five places and cannot fight hard, I will go to help."
Speaking of this, Xu Xingzhi couldn't help but think that half a month ago, he had come here in advance to check the situation for the sacrificial ceremony.
He searched all over the mountain, but found no trace of 'Yong', and Fu Yuguo was also guarded by no beasts.
It is really strange that these precious spiritual fruits are like a pile of wild watermelons growing in the mountains and waiting to rot.
Xu Xingzhi explained: "I originally thought that the disciples who came to Lingqiushan to find Fuyuguo would not need to use mana at all. It was a big deal. I didn't expect them to use mana to attack you, a mortal."
The boy cooperated with a frightened expression, and Xu Xingzhi couldn't help but feel soft. He touched his hair, only to feel it was soft and handy, so he smoothed it a few times on his own accord.
The boy had never had his hair brushed like this. First, he shrugged his shoulders in reflex, and then his expression was strangely relaxed. Then, he uncontrollably showed an indescribable expression, squinting his eyes in comfort.
Seeing this situation, Xu Xingzhi was amazed.
If he was a little house cat, he should be smack dab intoxicated, purring and grunting by now.
Xu Shi was too comfortable to touch, the boy simply lay lazily on Xu Xingzhi's lap, using Xu Xingzhi's knee as a pillow, and asked innocently, "...What is 'Yong'."
Xu Xingzhi was surprised that he was so familiar, and poked his tender cheek with a fan.
Once you poke a hole, it feels great.
Xu Xingzhi recalled the hideous appearance of the monster with green face and fangs, and the terrifying appearance of the Floating Jade Fruit that would chase after people if it touched it, and did not want to answer in detail: "It's not a good thing anyway."
The boy continued to ask obediently, "Where did it go?"
Xu Xingzhi couldn't figure out this question either, so he speculated to himself: "... Maybe they moved?" He glanced at the fruit strung on the boy's feet, "You also picked up this fruit up the mountain, right?"
The boy lowered his head and rubbed his fingers: "... um."
Xu Xingzhi asked: "There are strange beasts on this mountain, aren't you afraid?"
The boy's eyes were slightly curved, and he smiled very sweetly. After watching too much, it was quite heart-wrenching: "I only got here half a month ago. People at the bottom of the mountain said that there are monsters and delicious fruits in the mountains. I haven't seen them. After passing monsters, I just want to go up the mountain to have a look."
Xu Xingzhi thought, this child without a mother is quite a tiger.
It's good, have a virtue with yourself.
After a while, he arched over Xu Xingzhi's legs and turned over: "Brother Xu, what's your name?"
Xu Xingzhi replied happily: "'Why don't you roar and walk slowly', Xu Xingzhi. How about you?"
The boy raised his chest proudly: "Guangguang."
Xu Xingzhi couldn't help laughing: "Hahahahaha."
The boy was surprised: "Is my name bad?"
He explained to Xu Xingzhi that he used to live on a mountain a hundred miles away from here. He was picked up by an hunter and brought him home until he was four years old. The hunter accidentally fell to his death while hunting.
Orion's family was poor and could not afford clothes, so he always wrapped his body in animal skins. After the hunter died, he was cut off from food and clothing, and when he went down the mountain for food, he lost the hide.
Later, after he went down the mountain with no clothes on, he was surrounded and laughed at by several children, stoned by them, and even given a nickname.
The boy said aggrievedly: "At that time, they called me Guangguang. I think this name sounds good."
Xu Xingzhi laughed and patted his legs: "Hahahahaha."
After chatting for a long time, Xu Xingzhi looked at the sky and pushed the child's head: "Get up. Erguang, I'm leaving."
Before he could correct Xu Xingzhi's address to himself, the boy quickly got up and begged, "Senior Brother Xu, stay here."
Xu Xingzhi felt a little funny, touched his hair, and said, "What can I do by staying here?"
The boy looked innocent: "Stay here with me. You are so interesting, I want to be with you forever."
Xu Xingzhi pinched his nose and said with a smile, "... I'm afraid this won't work."
The boy's expression changed slightly.
His index finger and thumb were slightly closed, and dozens of vines swirled ghostly from the shade of the green rock, and swam up the rock surface like a poisonous snake.
Xu Xingzhi didn't seem to realize what he was doing, so he jumped down from Qingyan, patted the dust on his buttocks, and walked away.
At the critical moment, the boy Lingxi made a sudden movement, released his tightly pinched fingers, and the vine immediately retracted to the ground and disappeared without a trace.
He squatted down, untied the vines on his feet, grabbed a few steps and grabbed Xu Xingzhi's wide sleeves: "Senior Brother Xu! I'm holding this, can I enter your door?"
He diligently handed over the precious fruit and treasure like a radish, and shook it in front of Xu Xingzhi.
Xu Xingzhi frowned.
... This child has no family, and his spiritual roots stand out again. He looks like a piece of jade. He is indeed a talent for cultivating immortals.
It was a pity and pitiful to let him wander alone in the mountains, villages and towns for nothing.
Xu Xingzhi took the bunch of floating jade fruit, and after thinking about it, he said: "... It's not impossible. But our generation is not allowed to accept apprentices.... I'll take you back first, your spiritual roots are good, and I brought it again. If you go back with this bunch of fruits, your uncle and uncle will like you, and whoever is willing to go to Fengling Mountain, you can tell me."
The boy shook his head resolutely, his eyes bright and charming like a suede: "...I only want to be your brother, and I don't want anyone else."
Xu Xingzhi was happy: "You really know how to pick. My master, Qing Jingjun, is the owner of Fengling Mountain."
After saying that, he grabbed the boy's hand, grabbed him, took him into his arms, and twisted his fingers around the largest of the jade beads around his neck, activating his spiritual power.
I saw a bluish light ring ignited from his fingertips, Xu Xingzhi stretched his arm, and threw the light ring as small as a fingernail into the air.
The light wheel is like a long whale absorbing water, looking at the wind and growing, and in an instant it has the size of a door.
Xu Xingzhi hugged the boy and commanded warmly, "Close your eyes."
The boy fell in Xu Xingzhi's arms, clenched the clothes on his chest, buried his face in his chest, and pressed his forehead against his collarbone: "Well."
Xu Xingzhi jumped into the blue light gate, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared with the boy into the wild mountains.
The scene changed in an instant, and within a moment, Xu Xingzhi landed gracefully.
The surrounding scene is no longer deep valleys and forests, sparse and light polygonum smoke. In the high platform showjing and the lotus flower in the pool pavilion, Xianmen disciples dressed in different uniforms came and went. When they saw Xu Xingzhi, they all stopped and respectfully called out "Hello, Brother Xu".
Xu Xingzhi held the folding fan in his hand, embraced the boy in one hand, and accepted the salute as usual, and whispered in his ear: "Er Guang, when you get here, don't say your name is Guangguang, and don't explain to others that you are 'Guangguang'. How did Kwang's name come from. Got it?"
The child in his arms said obediently, "Okay. Then Senior Brother Xu, what should my name be?"
Xu Xingzhi scratched his ears with a fan, but also got stuck.
Soon, Xu Xingzhi stopped in front of one person.
Qu Chi, like all the disciples of Danyang Peak, wore red clothes with plain belts, a wide robe and wide sleeves, and a jade-handled whisk lying quietly between his arms, his roots pouring down.
He greeted Xu Xingzhi in a warm tone: "Have you returned from Lingqiu Mountain? What's the situation there?"
Xu Xingzhi was not in a hurry to answer, looked around and said, "Where's Fatty Zhou?"
Qu Chi replied: "North and South went to Qingqiu. Xuechen went to Yaoguang Mountain. I just came back from Zhaoyao Mountain."
Xu Xingzhi was surprised: "It's been busy enough this year. Xuechen has gone.... I don't have any big business here. I met two foolish disciples of Ying Tianchuan, so I'll just teach you a lesson."
Qu Chi noticed the heavy light lying in Xu Xingzhi's arms: "This child is..."
Xu Xingzhi replied naturally: "It's the child I picked up, the spirit root is good." He turned around and showed Qu Chi the child's face, "Look at it, it's beautiful."
The child was praised by Xu Xingzhi, hugged his arm tightly, and rubbed comfortably in his arms.
Qu Chi smiled lightly: "You love raising children."
Xu Xingzhi blinked and said proudly: "Envy? Can't raise it? Can't afford it?"
Qu Chi smiled helplessly: "...What's his name?"
Xu Xingzhi: "... uh - heavy light."
Qu Chi couldn't help laughing and crying: "...Why does it sound like you've come up."
Xu Xingyi said nonsense seriously: "Where is it. If you don't believe me, ask him."
Chongguang quickly accepted this sloppy setting: "Yes."
Xu Xingzhi smiled.
The name Chongguang seems to be really good. As for the surname... I'll talk about it when he goes back and looks up the surnames.
Qu Chi asked, "Are you just taking him with you?"
Xu Xingzhi held the heavy light and said as he walked, "I'm afraid I will carry it all the time, but now I can't afford it. There are too many things. If something happens to any mountain again, I have to rush over."
Before Chongguang could digest the meaning in his words, Xu Xingzhi shouted to a group of Fengling Mountain disciples who were wearing the same color as him: "... Nine lanterns, small lanterns!"
A young man about the same age as Meng Chongguang turned around.
The young man is handsome, but he naturally carries a sense of coldness, as if everything in the world has nothing to do with him.
But after seeing Xu Xing, a human breath appeared in his eyes out of thin air, and some sharp edges and corners instantly softened into weak water three thousand: "Senior brother is back?"
... He didn't even look into Chongguang for the first time, until he noticed Xu Xingzhi's movement of hugging Chongguang with one hand, his eyes suddenly turned cold.
Chongguang tilted his head.
Xu Xingzhi put down the heavy light and pushed it in the direction of the nine lanterns: "Little lamp, this is the heavy light. You take care of him first and bring him some food and clothes."
Jiuzhideng frowned and answered reluctantly, "Yes, Senior Brother."
Chongguang didn't show any emotion towards Jiuzhideng. He turned his back, raised his head and asked Xu Xingzhi, "Brother Xu, I will be very good. When are you coming to pick me up?"
Xu Xingzhi leaned down and stroked his surprisingly soft hair: "These three days are all competitions before the East Emperor's sacrifice, and it will be quite busy, but I will go to Xiao Deng to see you tonight."
Chongguang stood on tiptoe and kissed Xu Xing on the cheek while Xu Xing was not looking.
He carried his small hands behind his back, and the sweet smell of candy flickered between his eyebrows and eyes: "…Senior Brother Xu, I'll wait for you."
The old man couldn't hear what he said, only knew that he was chasing him, so he got up and wanted to leave as usual.
Xu Xingzhi, who was sitting by the window, crossed the diamond lattice window to see this scene. The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he said hello, "The store owner, I want to invite the old gentleman in for a cup of tea. Just do it."
After all, he threw the consistent money on the table, and the clanging of coins made the man's eyes green.
He rushed into the rain screen, pulled the old man, and after a long gesture, he nodded and bowed to welcome him back into the store.
Jiuzhideng, who was sitting at the same table with Xu Xingzhi, poured a cup of tea from his own teacup, held it for the old man silently, and took out the dry food wrapped in a tender lotus leaf in his arms and handed it to the old man.
The old man thanked him repeatedly, but he didn't change his expression, just nodded slightly, and got up and went back to the table.
Xu Xingzhi was discussing something with Meng Chongguang, and when he saw Jiuzhideng come back, he pulled him to sit down, pointed to the opposite side and asked, "Listen to the two of you, how well does that girl play the pipa?"
Jiuzhideng's expression was indifferent: "...it's acceptable."
Meng Chongguang on the side looked at Xu Xingzhi with a smile: "Not as good as senior brother."
Jiuzhideng glanced at Meng Chongguang and said nothing.
Xu Xingzhi took out a bank note from the palm of his hand like a juggler: "Wait for this time, senior brother will take you in to play?"
Jiuzhideng immediately flushed his cheeks, pursed his lips and shook his head: "Senior brother, it's the place of fireworks, you can't..."
Meng Chongguang held his cheeks, and interrupted Jiuzhideng with a heartless smile: "Okay, with senior brother, Chongguang is happy wherever you go."
The girl sitting at the same table with them coughed softly, and said with anger, "...Senior brother."
The girl is dressed in Fengling Mountain costume, she is very beautiful, there is no false strokes on her face, she is a sculptural beauty with snow skin and black hair. And for a woman who is fortunate enough to be able to entrust her with such looks, it is difficult not to be squeamish, and the girl is naturally vulgar, and the flying look is inevitably a bit more aggressive: "Listen, brother, don't you often go to those places?"
Before Xu Xingzhi opened his mouth, Zhou Beinan, who was next to him, put a bar in and said, "...Don't listen to his nonsense. He doesn't have the guts to enter those goblin and washers. Pulling you guys is nothing more than courageous."
Xu Xingzhi: "Don't ruin my reputation in front of my younger brothers and sisters."
Zhou Beinan didn't even look at him, and said to the girl, "Last time, I went to Shouyang Mountain with you, Senior Brother Xu, to arrest the exiled ghost cultivator. After the incident, he said that he would take me there to see those gold-selling caves. It's like I've seen the world a lot, but I was persuaded when the girl pulled her trousers belt, saying don't say no, my daughter-in-law is about to give birth, and she pulled me away and ran away."
Xu Xingzhi: "... Fatty Zhou, are you going to die?"
Zhou Beinan showed no fear: "Just say whether it's true or not."
Only then did the girl show her face, she slapped her cheeks with a smile, and went to shy away.
Next to Zhou Beinan sat his sister Zhou Xian. She followed her brother's appearance, but not his temperament. After listening to her brother's strange words, she only covered her mouth with a gentle smile.
After listening to Zhou Beinan's words, Meng Chongguang and Jiuzhideng breathed a sigh of relief.
In the end, the one who ended the conversation was Wen Xuechen, who was sitting alone at a table.
He knocked on the cup and ordered Zhou Beinan and Xu Xingzhi: "You two, stop bickering."
Compared with the closed doors of other shops and the few courtyards, this small teahouse can be described as very lively.
Several main tables were occupied by four disciples dressed in various uniforms. Xu Xingzhi took Meng Chongguang, Jiuzhideng and his junior sister Yuan Ruhui to sit at a table, Zhou Beinan sat with his sister Zhou Xian, Qu Chi took three or four Danyang Peak disciples, and only Wen Xuechen occupied a table. , drink alone.
The two Qinglianggu disciples he brought, including Lu Yujiu, all sat obediently at the other table, behaved properly, and did not dare to overstep the slightest.
In addition to the four disciples, a pretty and slender noodle boy was sitting at Qu Chi's table, sobbing. Qu Chi coaxed him warmly, but he kept crying and crying, making people feel heartbroken.
Xu Xingzhi turned his head: "Qu Chi, can you do it? Can you ask?"
Qu Chi was also a little helpless: "Take your time, don't worry."
He grabbed the child's cold and soft little hand and asked in a good-natured way, "Where did you see those who kidnapped your brother go, tell us, okay?"
The child just choked, his eyes were red, and he opened his mouth to speak, but he was so nervous that he couldn't say a word.
Qu Chi put his hand on the back of the child's head and rubbed gently: "I know you were frightened, don't be afraid, now that you are with us, nothing will happen. Don't worry."
The child was bewildered, his pale lips parted slightly, but he remained silent.
Xu Xingzhi knocked on the table: "Ruji, you go try it out."
Yuan Ruzhou has been looking at Xu Xingzhi quietly since just now, with a peach complexion and a spring on the corners of his lips, but when Xu Xingzhi looked at her, she leaned back with her sword in her arms, raised her chin quite coldly, and replied: "Yes, brother."
When he stood up, Yuan Ruzhou secretly pressed the back of his hand to his hot cheek, and winked at Zhou Xian again.
Zhou Xian saw the mood of Yuan Ruzhou's youngest daughter into his eyes, and after laughing, he also stood up.
Women should be better at coaxing their children, especially beautiful women, who have inherent advantages.
Xu Xingzhi thought so, but the child didn't appreciate it at all, but when he saw Zhou Xian and Yuan Ruzhou approaching him together, he was so frightened that he got under the table.
Yuan Ruzhou stopped in her footsteps with a puzzled look on her face.
The owner of the restaurant on the side scratched his scalp and explained for the child: "I have seen this child twice. Their opera troupe performs near Dawu Mountain all year round. I heard that the hostess of the troupe is a shrewd woman and punishes these elementary school apprentices. It seems that they have some grudge with them in their previous life. Sometimes in the middle of the night, I can hear these little things being punished crying. He even got the name of 'Ghost Seeing Sorrow'..."
Speaking of which, he shrugged: "This time the entire troupe has been kidnapped by ghosts, and the mother-in-law is afraid that she is going to see a ghost."
Speaking of this, it is not difficult for those present to guess that this child is afraid of being overwhelmed by the wife of the class leader, so he is afraid of women.
Yuan Ruzhou and Zhou Xian had no choice but to retreat.
Returning to the table, Yuan Ruzhou complained softly, "How could that woman treat the child like this, it's really inhumane. It's just right that Ghost Xiu took her away."
Xu Xingzhi coughed lightly, signaling Yuan Ruzhou to stop talking.
The baby-faced Lu Yujiu buried his head very low, not daring to say a word.
Since the Ming Crow Kingdom was broken, the ghost repairers who were not caught have been scattered. Two days ago, such a group of exiled ghost cultivators came near Dawu Mountain and took away the entire troupe who settled in the mountain temple. Only the little boy who was hiding behind the Buddha statue survived.
Everyone knows that two days have passed, and these troupe people have either been made into furnaces or used to make alchemy, and now there is no hope of surviving.
It is still a must to find out where the ghosts are hiding and catch them all. However, only this surviving child may know their whereabouts, but if they do everything they can, he is also hard to tell.
Qu Chi was a little helpless, and said to Zhou Beinan, "Beinan, come and give it a try."
Zhou Beinan waved his hand knowingly: "Farewell, I won't coax the child, I want to cry when I hear the child cry."
Qu Chi turned his attention to Wen Xuechen again.
Wen Xuechen was getting a headache from the noise, and was slowly rubbing his temples in the wheelchair. Hearing this, he only glanced at him, and the child simply burst into tears, crying as he cried, "Strange, monster... woo-white-haired …”
Wen Xuechen: "..."
Xu Xingzhi and Zhou Beinan both held back their laughter and their shoulders were shaking.
Qu Chi coughed lightly, and when he was battered, he rolled his eyes and saw the old man who was resting against the wall and devoured the dry food, and finally thought of a good way: "I'll buy you some candied haws to eat, don't cry, okay?"
However, he soon realized one thing and turned his head towards Xu Xingzhi: "Xingzhi, I came out this time, and I didn't have any money with me, can you lend me some?"
Xu Xingzhi held the teacup and raised a finger: "Okay. One hundred spirit stones."
Qu Chi: "… "
"It's not deducted from Danyang Peak, you don't have it in your own private library?" Xu Xingzhi took back his hand, "One hundred spirit stones, if you don't have it, don't give it."
Wen Xuechen couldn't stand it anymore: "Okay, don't bully Qu Chi."
Xu Xingyi was not polite at all: "Wen Baimao, when we come out this time, I will pay for the tea, can't I pay for it?"
Zhou Beinan was honest and rude: "That child is crying. It's just a few pennies. Do you have any sympathy?"
Xu Xingzhi patted Meng Chongguang's head: "Who can't cry. Chongguang, you cry too."
Meng Chongguang immediately held back two tears obediently.
Jiuzhideng, who had always been silent, also spoke on behalf of Xu Xingzhi: "... Young Master Zhou, Senior Brother is not a person without sympathy..."
"You Fengling Mountain don't talk about the order of superiority and inferiority?" Before Jiuzhideng's voice fell, Wen Xuechen interrupted him sternly, "A few of us are talking, you are a middle-level disciple, why are you interrupting?"
Jiuzhideng's face froze, and he said respectfully, "...Yes, this disciple knows he's wrong."
Xu Xingzhi's problem of protecting the calf immediately broke out: "Wen Baimao, why are you yelling at my little lamp? Put your prestige and wind to your Qinglianggu, our Fengling Mountain is not as big as your Qinglianggu."
Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, the good-tempered Qu Chi stood up again and made a round of it: "Okay, don't quarrel, a hundred spirit stones are a hundred spirit stones."
The business was done, Xu Xingzhi got up voluntarily, pulled out the stool, took out a few pennies from his wallet, squatted down and placed it in front of the old man selling candied haws, and chose a large one from his grass handle. The fruit-red candied haws were stuffed into Qu Chi's hands, and at the same time he didn't forget to remind: "Keep it on the account, don't be fooled."
Immediately, he turned over the restaurant stool with the backrest, straddled it, and dragged the child in front of him: "Don't cry."
The child twitched, his face pale.
Xu Xingzhi went straight in, half-heartedly: "Among the people who were taken away, there are people close to you."
Hearing the words, the child raised his head in shock, but his tears flowed even more happily.
Confirming what he thought, Xu Xingzhi leaned on the back of the chair, tilted the chair, and said while shaking, "Are parents? Sister?"
The child started to speak normally, his voice was tender and thin, not like a boy, but like a poor little girl: "...it's my brother, who was sent to the theater with me by my parents since childhood..."
Xu Xingzhi said, "I will help you get your brother's bones back, can you stop crying?"
Qu Chi was surprised: "...Okay, don't talk like that..."
Xu Xingzhi raised an index finger to signal Qu Chi to keep quiet.
The child listened to Xu Xingzhi's words, covered his mouth with his hands, and tried his best to shove back the cry, hiccups.
Seeing this, Xu Xingzhi knew more.
This child should have seen the picture of his brother's death with his own eyes, and knew that his brother could not come back alive.
Therefore, Qu Chi's many comforts to him before were of little use to him.
Telling him that he can retrieve his brother's bones is more practical to this child than the emptiness of consolation.
Xu Xingzhi stroked his messy long hair like a puppy: "Good. Tell me, where did you see those monsters running."
The child took a deep breath, dipped his hand in the tea in the cup on the table, and drew a mountain.
Zhou Xian was surprised, and glanced at Yuan Ruzhou, who puffed out his chest slightly, his face full of pride.
Meng Chongguang and Jiuzhideng both have a look of admiration.
"Dawu Mountain?" Seeing the sketch drawn by the child, Xu Xingzhi asked, "Did they hide in Dawu Mountain?"
The child shook his head and directed the waterline on the table towards the west.
Qu Chi, who was holding the candied haws, suddenly woke up: "...is it the tip of a white horse?"
The child nodded vigorously and stuttered a little: "I saw, I saw them going there, I don't know, they are still there now."
Zhou Beinan couldn't help but be surprised to be able to ask the result so quickly: "Xu Xingzhi, you can."
"It goes without saying, who am I, Xu Xingzhi." Xu Xingzhi accepted the compliment without guilt, patted the child's head again, and asked, "Boy, what's your name?"
The child didn't answer, first glanced at Qu Chi with tears in his eyes.
With a smile on his face and a look of encouragement in his eyes, Qu Chi handed over the string of candied haws wrapped in golden candy.
Qu Chi's persuasion wasn't entirely ineffective, at least among the people in front of him, the child was still most attached to Qu Chi.
After a long while, he bit the candy tip on the candied haws and whispered, "...My name is Tao Xian."
Qu Chi shook his head: "It's not right. We don't know how many ghost cultivators are hidden in it, and we rushed in. If we encounter a large and powerful enemy, I'll have no problem waiting for the whole body to retreat. What should these disciples do?"
"Then what can we do?" Zhou Beinan said, "First encircle the white horse's tip, send a letter to the four doors, and ask them to send more people to encircle and suppress it?"
Wen Xuechen said without blinking, "Neither."
Xu Xingzhi held his cheeks: "Xuechen is right."
After speaking, he turned to the group of disciples who were only waiting for them to issue orders, picked one of them, and asked in a loud voice, "Lu Yujiu, you Qinglianggu have been studying all kinds of formations all year round. To hide, you must use the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to create a large array of spiritual hidden corpse arrays. If you want to practice this array, how many days will it take?"
Qinglianggu has strict rules and regulations, and the top and bottom are clearly defined. There are almost no people present who enter the inner door later than Lu Yujiu. They are all seniors, and he does not dare to intervene without authorization.
It wasn't until Wen Xuechen gave a tacit approval that he replied, "It's exactly thirty-six o'clock. It's been more than two days since the villagers were kidnapped. At this time, I'm going to call my fellow sect to help, I'm afraid I'm too weak; and if I wait for them Refining a corpse formation, with the aid of the formation, and summoning the soul, is like a tiger with wings, like a fish in water, and if you want to suppress it, it will be even more difficult."
Xu Xingzhi boasted: "This child is very good. He analyzes it properly and cultivates the Tao."
Lu Yujiu's analysis was really good, and Zhou Beinan couldn't help but glance at him.
Wen Xuechen tapped the armrest of the wheelchair with his fingers and looked at Xu Xingzhi: "You are very familiar with our disciples in the valley?"
Hearing this, Lu Yujiu nervously tightened the hem of his clothes.
However, Xu Xingzhi answered frankly: "I had a relationship with him during the ceremony of the Eastern Emperor a few years ago. He saved my disciple of Fengling Mountain, and he is a smart boy. You promote him more, Did you hear Wen Baimao?"
Wen Xuechen came across this skinless and shameless person who asked for credit for others, and was very speechless, and urged: "Xu Xingzhi, if you have an idea in your heart, talk about it quickly, don't talk about it."
Xu Xingzhi hooked the hairband that fell in front of him to the back of his head.
"I do have a way." He laughed, "...just a little bit more exciting."
Wen Xuechen: "...you said."
Xu Xingzhi said seriously: "A raid from all directions, splitting the mountain from the outside."
Zhou Beinan almost laughed out loud: "What kind of solution is this??"
Wen Xuechen did not smile. He frowned for a moment and said, "...It seems feasible."
Qu Chi also agreed: "It is indeed possible. As far as I know, when the ghosts draw an array, they must set up an altar, raise a high platform, and worship their souls. Now they are like lost dogs, and they need to borrow the spiritual power in the mountain of Baimajian. It is impossible to set up an altar on the peak of Baimajian Mountain in a dignified manner, only like a gopher, dig through the white horse's tip and borrow Qi in the mountain to set up an altar."
"Don't they just want to draw an array?" Xu Xingzhi showed a sly smile, "Let's first find out that they have dug a few passages for escape in the white horse's tip, and then gather the four of us to attack the white horse from the outside. The main peak of the peak - there is no need to split the mountain, as long as they can split their altar and the drawn sacrificial formation, they lose the formation, and panic, what else can they be arrogant?"
"At that time, we just need to follow the proven passage, go deep, and catch the turtle in the urn."
After the discussion, Xiao Tao Xian was settled in a teahouse by them.
The boss still had some sympathy for the child, and decided to keep him in the store to be a boy who made tea and boiled water, and took care of his food and accommodation. When he was a little older and could decide to stay by himself, the boss would let him go.
Wen Xuechen had a serious heart disease and was not good at walking, so Zhou Xian took him and the four accompanying disciples to Baimajian to set up the formation. Zhou Beinan and Wen Xuechen followed closely, and Xu Xingzhi, who was in charge of the checkout, was the last one to come out of the teahouse. of.
After he caught up with the team, the first thing he did was run to grab Qu Chi's whisk and drag him to the end: "Quchi, Quchi, come here, I'll give you something good."
Qu Chi let him pull, not annoyed at all: "What's the matter?"
Xu Xingzhi took out a candied haws in a paper bag from his arms.
Qu Chi: "...???"
"I thought about it. My master, Qing Jingjun, has always spoiled me. He only gave me a hundred spirit stones to cast a fairy tool for a month. It's a bit bullying to exchange a hundred spirit stones for one candied haws." Xu Xingzhi stuffed the candied haws on him. In his hand, "So I bought another one for you, let's be loyal enough."
Qu Chi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and stuffed the candied haws back again: "...Thank you."
"… how?"
"No need." Qu Chi replied, "Master taught me since I was a child that a person who cultivates the Tao should not be greedy for the taste of the world. But the spiritual stone I promised you will not be owed, you can rest assured."
With Qu Chi's promise, Xu Xingzhi finally felt at ease.
He stuffed the candied haws into his mouth, bit down a hawthorn ball, and then he remembered something. He turned around and asked him, "So, it's not like you haven't eaten this kind of snack before."
Qu Chi shook his head honestly.
In addition to sympathy, Xu Xingzhi still teased him seriously: "Do you know what sweetness is like? Don't want to try it?"