How can there be a brother in the rivers and lakes to have fun?

Jian Qianshan vaguely remembered that a long time ago, long before Feng Heming and Xingheying hadn't started, and in those years when the return journey was still a little serious, he once told him the story of Zhou Chu's elimination of the three evils.Jian Qianshan can't remember exactly how he finished the story at that time, but he still remembers the story that Zhou Chu was hated by the villagers when he was young, and he was even called the white-fronted tiger in the mountains and the dragon under the long bridge. For the local three evils.After Zhou Chu killed the tiger and the snake, he found out that he was the one the villagers hated the most, so he repented.

He originally thought that the purpose of the master telling him this story was to tell him that he could correct himself if he made a mistake; but he didn't expect that the old god laughed in the ground after the master heard him, then shook his head and said to him slowly:

"Qianshan, a story doesn't mean that it can only be read in one meaning. The so-called history as a mirror can tell the ups and downs. It doesn't mean that you can see how the predecessors died... Well, you are still too young now, so you will naturally understand in the future. "

It’s not too young now, it’s always understanding a little bit now.The so-called "the white-fronted beast in Nanshan, the dragon under the long bridge, and its sons are three"; when the white-fronted tiger and the dragon snake are eliminated, will you be the only one left?

Naturally, Xingheying had heard the story of how Zhou Chu eliminated the three evils. At this time, he heard what Jian Qianshan said, and after thinking about it for a while, he suddenly leaned towards Jian Qianshan: "The Taoist chief wants to say, persuade me to let go of it." What happened behind Zheliu Mountain Villa... so as not to make the people of the righteous way panic, was the tree so big that people cut it down?"

He suddenly got so close that people could see the little stars in his eyes at a glance, and even the eyelashes seemed to be counted.The somewhat strange lotus fragrance covered the tip of his nose, and there was a little teasing smile on his face, so close that he could kiss it with just one click.For some reason, Jian Qianshan blushed suddenly, and Xingheying let out a chuckle, then couldn't stop laughing more and more, and put his hand on Jian Qianshan's shoulder.Adali who followed behind had no idea what the two were talking about, especially what Xing He Ying was laughing at.With a dazed look on his face, he felt that he might as well go back and see how Feng Heming buried people.

Jian Qianshan took a step back, Xingheying finally withdrew his hand, and instead lifted Jiansui, with a smile still in his eyes: "Brother, you really still care about me?"

"There are still children behind." Jian Qianshan brushed him away with a flick of the dust, and turned around before leaving, "You stay calm."

Oh, is it implying that I will tease him again when I don't have children?Xingheying laughed shamelessly again, stretched out his hand and rubbed Adali's head: "Do you want to play in Jianmen for a few days, or do you want to return to the destiny with me and play by yourself for a few days?"

Adali: "Ah? What's none of my business?"

Xingheying: "It's okay, I'll just ask you. Really, hurry up!"

The last handful of soil covered the mound in front of him, and Feng Heming stood up silently.After returning to Jianmen, he changed into a plain white Taoist robe, which was stained with a lot of mud at this time.He stretched out his hands and twisted it, trying to wipe off the mud spots, but the mud on his hands rubbed onto his clothes. The Taoist robes were originally made of cotton mixed with hemp, so he made the mud spots all stained. in the fabric.Feng Heming stared blankly for a moment, until someone behind him slowly approached: "Young master, if you stay here in a daze again, master will become suspicious."

The person who spoke had no expression on his face, which was the result of a crudely made human skin mask covering his face.Feng Heming looked back at the other party's deep eyes, like a snake or a fox, even through the mask, he knew that this person's face definitely had a smile like watching a good show——

"Since you are surrendering to me, it's up to you how to hide from him. More and more people he sent to monitor me, do you dare to say that it has nothing to do with you?"

"Of course not." The other party bowed slightly respectfully, "What the master ordered is that there are twelve hours a day, no matter how big or small, every move of the young master, when and what he did, must be traceable... But the young master , since he can tell you directly and let you know that you are being watched, it is a shock, does it have anything to do with which secret guard you have changed?"

Feng Heming turned around and looked at him again, but changed the subject calmly: "I told you to take care of my mother's tomb for me, don't you care about pulling out the weeds on the grave?"

"Since Jianmen said that Taoism is natural, the surrounding graves have not been weeded. Weeding here is really conspicuous. But a few days ago I made some cinnabar to put around, at least it can repel insects and ants."

"...Dan Fang stole it?"

"Why call it stealing?" the other party said, with a relaxed smile in his voice, "Since Jianmen pays attention to saving all living beings and crossing people, wouldn't it be good to borrow some cinnabar to comfort the dead? "

What a strong word.Feng Heming didn't continue the conversation, just turned around and left: "During this time, just write me to mourn Master. As for the dirty clothes, tell him that I knelt down in front of Master's tomb."

"Okay." The other party replied, but then gave a low laugh, as if mocking, "But it seems that the tomb of Lingshi was opened by the young master himself before you went to Cangji Pass? I heard that Xingheying also scattered Shui Fengqing's ashes on his grave. Now that you have turned it over like this, the young master, it is likely that the ashes of the leader of the Demon Cult are in the grave. It’s really fast, maybe it’s not the same because there are ashes as fertilizer.”

"..." There was a moment of silence, and then I looked back at him, completely unable to understand the curious eyes of this man who opened his mouth so meanly, "Can I ask what are you thinking? Who are you talking so meanly?" Is there anything I'm sorry for?"

"Is it mean? I don't think so." He said this, with a smile in his voice, "Isn't it a spring breeze?"

"Hidden needles in the cotton are mean, much more than sarcastic remarks." Feng Heming retorted him with something in his words, "You are obviously more unlikable than me."

"It doesn't matter." He understood Feng Heming's meaning, jumped lightly, and hid somewhere around him, "Life and death, why should others feel sorry for you? It's just my own conscience."

"Ah."

Feng Heming flicked his sleeves, as if mocking him for his inappropriate words, and strode away from Huaji Peak.Before leaving, he stopped for a while and couldn't help but look back.

Memories of childhood suddenly flashed through my mind.It was probably because the practice was not satisfactory to the man, so the man savagely swung his eyebrow-level stick and beat him down.He didn't dare to hide or guard, but the stick still didn't fall on him.

She was a woman who was usually submissive to her husband in everything. At the critical moment, she took him into her arms and raised her hand to block the eyebrow stick.Later, the doctor said that the bone was broken, and I am afraid it will be difficult to recover.That man also had other wives and concubines, but he was only annoyed by her resistance, and then he gradually neglected the woman.

Feng Heming finally didn't stop, but walked out faster.

Mother, wait for me to send him down...