It is said that Shizun is a devil

Han Jin's work was a hundred times more reliable than Han Jing and Little White Goat combined, and soon he brought Han Jing and Little White Goat to the foot of Cuishan Mountain swaggeringly.Han Jing didn't have the consciousness to cover up his whereabouts at all, and the other two just didn't bother to cover up their whereabouts at all.

Cuishan is not small, with a length and width of tens of miles, if you can see it from the sky, you can't see its whole picture at a glance.But such a large area is really not big in the eyes of monks. Mahayana monks can walk a hundred miles and see the whole of Zhongzhou in a day, but this mountain is not enough.Although this mountain is called Cuishan, it is not comparable to the steep Pingbo Peak. The terrain is less than a hundred feet up and down, and the terrain is relatively flat. It may be called a mountain just because this place is slightly higher than the plain. Looking at the whole picture in an instant, I immediately found that although the eyes are full of emerald green, the bamboo deep in the bamboo forest has withered in large areas, and in the middle of the withered bamboo forest, there is a small bamboo house.Although the bamboo house is simple, it is green and gorgeous. Compared with the surrounding gray and ruined bamboo forest, it is quite strange.

The shopkeeper didn’t mention the bamboo hut, but it’s normal to build a small bamboo hut for the bamboo shoot pickers to rest. Han Jin didn’t think it would be so difficult. You don't have to run around with Han Jing.Han Jing is delicate and tender, a water doll, how can he be so tired, Han Jin suggested that Han Jing go to the bamboo hut to rest for a while, he first checks around the forest, if there is anything wrong, then ask the master to take action.

Little Aries immediately responded to Han Jin's suggestion, which was rare.He's too lazy to go shopping in the woods. Since Han Jin has free labor, he doesn't have to be an idiot!

Han Jing has no clue about what to investigate, and he doesn't know the way when he enters the forest, but he can't speak at all!Both the apprentice and the pet have more experience in wilderness than him, so there is no place to put the face of being a master and master!Han Jing had no choice but to nod dignifiedly, and followed his apprentice to the bamboo house with his hands clasped, as if he had a plan in his hands.

The more you walk towards the bamboo house, the more withered the bamboo is. From emerald green to green and yellow, and then to black as coke, the fool also realized that something was wrong.Han Jin just glanced over with his consciousness, although seeing this scene, after all, it is quite different from the feeling of being in it.His Jingyue Sword has been stored in the storage space since he opened the door to cover his cultivation, but now he is also holding it in his hand, taking a half step forward, looking warily at the bamboo house among the black bamboo shoots.

The black bamboo shoots seemed to have been carefully smoked by the charcoal fire. Although lifeless, they were still intact, without any trace of external force.The bamboo leaves have fallen off long ago, and the veins of the black bamboo leaves are clear, but when you step on it, it turns into powder immediately.The bare bamboo poles stand under the gorgeous blue sky, like sharp long needles that have been quenched with poison, pointing straight at the clear sky.

The sun is shining, this place is like a dead place, and the emerald green bamboo houses are even more strange and inexplicable.

Standing in front of the simple steps of the bamboo house, Han Jin gave little white sheep a look. After all, he was an opponent for more than 20 years. Little white sheep received Han Jin's meaning without any obstacles, jumped into Han Jing's arms, and nodded.

Han Jin Jingyue sword behind his back, walking silently, standing in front of the door, knocking on the bamboo door.

The door rang three times, but no one answered.Han Jin pushed lightly, and there was a crisp cracking sound from behind the bamboo door, indicating that the latch was broken.

The furnishings inside the door are clear at a glance, there is a small green bamboo bed, and the bright red quilt on the bed undulates, as if there is a person.There is a bamboo table next to the bed, and a fresh bamboo shoot with a pointed top and a round bottom is lying on the table. The white bamboo shoot is very conspicuous on the emerald green bamboo table.

Han Jin strolled in, looked at the bamboo shoots on the table, walked to the bed and looked at the bamboo shoots on the table, turned around and smiled at Han Jing: "Master, here is a bamboo shoot, I will make it Let me drink the mushroom soup for you."

Han Jing nodded reservedly: "Yeah."

Over the years, Han Jin's craftsmanship has become better and better. Just thinking about the soup Han Jin made makes his mouth water.

The bamboo shoots on the table shook.

The little white sheep jumped out of Hanjing's arms. His steps were light, stepping in the void step by step, but as steady as stepping on invisible steps, he jumped on the table in a few steps, squatted in front of the bamboo shoots, and poked his paws, solemnly Evaluation: "It's quite fresh, but I don't know if the bamboo forest can pick mushrooms."

The bamboo shoot that was evaluated was not happy because it was praised for its freshness. The bamboo shoot broke free from under the paws of the little white sheep, rolled to the ground, and turned into a white and fat bald doll, with hands on hips, puffed face, and said angrily: " Big fat egg! Li Mengdu looks like a big fat egg!"

Han Jing: "??"

Covering half of the sheep's face with its right paw, the little white sheep explained to Han Jing with a look that he couldn't bear to look directly: "He said, big villain, you are all big villains, and you can't speak human words well. Lost the demon, forgive me."

The bald doll angrily raised her fat arms to catch the little white sheep. The little round body of the little white sheep flexibly twisted to the side, jumped up from the bamboo table, and walked back to Hanjing's shoulders in the void. Lie down in a comfortable position, lazily looking at the bald doll with wide eyes.

The bald doll looked at the little white sheep, and the instinct of race made him suddenly understand.He looked at the door in horror, subconsciously looking for an opportunity to escape.But he looked at the little white sheep quickly and more terrified, ran to the bed unsteadily, opened his arms, trying to stop the little white sheep at a position where it couldn't get close to the bed.But the little baby's head does not reach Han Jing's knees, and it is not as high as the bed, so it can't be covered by anything.

"It's a child." Han Jin whispered to Han Jing, "The Qi is weak, the child's condition should not be very good."

Han Jing looked at Han Jin, who frowned slightly, looking at the small bag on the bed, feeling quite worried.Han Jing turned his gaze to the bamboo shoot doll, and slowly smiled.Han Jing has a pair of beautiful eyes, not because of how beautiful the shape is, but because when he looks at you, the concentration and tenderness in those eyes will make everyone who is stared at by these eyes see sincerity and concern.

Bamboo shoot doll looked at Hanjing for a while, and suddenly burst into tears from her big eyes.

Han Jing bent down and reached out to the bamboo shoot doll.His white, tender and slender hands seemed to emit a faint warm gleam in a dimly lit place, and one couldn't help but want to hold them: "Good boy, it's been hard work."

Bamboo shoot doll cried "wow", and threw herself into Han Jing's arms aggrieved, pointing to the bed with chubby fingers, twitching: "Si... since eight roars... big... as big as it seems... ?”

Little White Goat translated in a low voice in Han Jing's ear: "It can't be cured, is he going to die? What's wrong with this child, he still has an accent!"

Han Jing hugged the bamboo shoot doll, patted the little bamboo shoot's fleshy back with one hand, and took a step towards the bed.The little bamboo shoot hugged Han Jing's neck and cried loudly. The grievance of a young demon who had been taking care of a human being for a long time but had no results was doubled because someone noticed, and she didn't have any resistance to Han Jing's actions.Han Jing walked to the bed and lifted the quilt.There was a thin child under the quilt, looking at the skeleton, he should be only thirteen or fourteen years old, but Han Jing himself looked only 16 years old, so he didn't dare to easily assert the child's real age.The child was wearing a tattered winter coat, and he didn't know how long he hadn't bathed, his hair was tangled up, and his face was messed up.Thinking about it, Xiaozhusun knows that it is not easy to put people on the bed, and they don't even have the consciousness to help them wash, let alone the professional ability of treatment.

Han Jin took a step forward and stood side by side with Han Jing: "I'll do it."

The little bamboo shoot hugged Han Jing's neck in grievance, and looked at Han Jin anxiously with big eyes soaked in tears, and looked at Han Jing anxiously, hoping that Han Jing could make up his mind.The people here are only comfortable with Hanjing's breath, and he can only believe in Hanjing.

Han Jing patted the back of the little bamboo shoot lightly, and the breath of water spirit and all things is long and soft: "Don't be afraid, I'm here, it's okay, don't be afraid."

Han Jin also looked at Han Jing, at this moment, the memory of 300 years ago was as clear as yesterday, Han Jing also said to him tenderly, "Jin'er is good, the master is here, I am not afraid of anything. "

Han Jin couldn't remember why Han Jing said these words. He only remembered that he had been crying when he just reached Han Jing's chest. Han Jing bent over, hugged him, and patted his back over and over again. I stood there for a long, long time.He was lying in Han Jing's arms, with the howling wind in his ears, but there was no wind or rain in Han Jing's arms, it was as warm as a glass of sweet wine, so comfortable that there was no strength in his limbs, completely relaxed and trusting.

This is the real Han Jing, the unique charm of Han Jing, not only because of Shui Ling's natural affinity, but also because Han Jing is never afraid of being relied on by others, even though he himself is a child who is confused and ignorant of world affairs.

Such a person may appear weak on the outside, but must be strong on the inside.But for the next 300 years, as a person who was once protected by Han Jing, he actually thought that Han Jing would be overwhelmed by the fact that he could not cultivate and become a devil. His trust and understanding of Han Jing, now that he thinks about it, really shameful.

Han Jing didn't notice Han Jin's absent-mindedness, he hugged the little bamboo shoot, looked at the big eyes of the little bamboo shoot, the same clear and flawless eyes, and looked at each other sincerely: "Good boy, when did you save him? "

Little Bamboo Shoot danced and chattered and chattered a lot. Little White Sheep looked unlovable and resigned to translation: "He said he picked up this person last winter. This person was hunted down at that time, and he was hunted down by himself. His people were all beaten away, and he himself fell into a coma in this forest. The little bamboo shoot picked him up and found that he hadn't woken up from hibernation when spring came. Someone came to dig bamboo shoots, so he ran to ask the person Why didn't he wake up, but people didn't ask, but scared them away. He sneaked into the city and heard people said that it was called sickness and needed treatment. He picked all the essence of bamboo to this person, but this person still didn't understand. Wake up, according to human beings, are you dying soon?"

The little bamboo shoot looked at Han Jing with big eyes full of expectation, and Han Jing looked at Han Jin.

Han Jin let go of the boy's wrist, stood up, and frowned slightly: "He..."

"What's wrong?" Han Jing seldom saw Han Jin hesitate to speak like this.

Han Jin looked solemn: "There is an aura of evil cultivators in this child's body."

Human beings have good and evil, but monks are born of human beings but cannot be divorced from human nature. Among monks, those whose practice methods will inevitably harm other people's lives, and those whose revisionist mental methods commit murder by force, are all called evil cultivators.Han Jin said that there is an aura of evil cultivation in this child's body, but he certainly does not mean that the child's revisionist mentality has taken people's lives for no reason, so the child's cultivation method must be evil.

A child, save?Still not saved?

An evil cultivator, help?Still not saved?