[Comprehensive martial arts] Mr. Psychic Medium

On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, there was thunder and rain all night, Ximen Chuuxue and Ye Gucheng in the Hall of Supreme Harmony were nearly struck by lightning before they had time to draw their swords, and the duel was naturally over.

If he wanted to make such an appointment again, he would have to wait until Ximen Chuuxue dismissed Yu Luocha and Ye Gucheng, who had heard the news and planned to tie him back to inherit the Western Demon Sect, and arranged various things in Baiyun City before considering it.

In other words, it is far away.

Su Mengzhen and Zhong Yanqiu also disappeared after the Mid-Autumn Festival. I thought they left early, but when Lu Xiaofeng and the others ran to the Golden Wind and Rain Tower, Yang Wuxie gave them a brocade. bag.

Inside the kit was a note with Zhong Yanqiu's name on it.

"It's better to make friends than lack them..." Lu Xiaofeng opened the bag and said.

"I'm... don't offend the blind man?" Chu Liuxiang glanced at Hua Manlou next to Lu Xiaofeng in confusion, why should he offend Hua Manlou?

Li Xunhuan looked at the note in his hand that said "Waiting to change the old man's heart", comfortingly patted A Fei who was pinching the note "The more beautiful the woman, the more deceitful".

Everyone is not a fool, and it can be seen that this note has a vague meaning of explaining the funeral. Although they are confused by this obscure note now, the facts in the future will always prove that Mr. Zhong never Just talk about it.

The capital city was in chaos for two days because of Su Mengzhen's disappearance, but Su Mengzhen started to arrange back-ups as early as when he knew that his life was not long, thinking that people who fished in troubled waters did not gain any benefits.

Of course, these things are not what Zhong Yanqiu and Su Mengzhen, who are separated by a world, are concerned about.

Su Mengzhen was busy practicing how to float around correctly without running into the sky or falling into the ground and unable to get out, while Zhong Yanqiu dragged his small body and squatted in front of the fire to grill fish.

The fish was not cooked yet, exuding a faint fishy smell.

"I'm now..." Su Mengzhen asked, even though Zhong Yanqiu had put away his nonsense, strange power and confusion since Zhong Yanqiu used that nagging method to keep him alive more than ten years ago. It was in the back of his mind, but the current situation was far beyond his expectations.

"How should I put it..." Zhong Yanqiu's voice still smelled of milk, it was so soft that he couldn't tell that it would become such a cold tone in the future, "I've reneged."

The soul of Su Mengzhen who was originally agreed to run away, his reckless ability is not much better than those old ones, and it is no wonder that the world consciousness was so angry that it thundered all night.

Repudiation is not an honorable thing, but Zhong Yanqiu's tone was so righteous that Su Mengzhen didn't know what to say for a while.

After a long silence, Su Mengzhen sighed softly: "You don't have to be like this."

He didn't regret his fate at all, but to be honest, no one would want to die if he survived. He probably knew what happened to Zhong Yanqiu when he saw it, and it was probably because of his own. That's why, from the beginning of the acquaintance, he didn't know how much kindness he had received from the other party, but this made him feel even more unsure of what to do.

"You don't really think that I'm talking about regret, do you?" Zhong Yanqiu pulled the corners of his mouth lazily. When he was a child, he still had two small dimples on his cheeks, and his smile was sweet as hell.

Su Mengzhen was speechless. He really thought that Zhong Yanqiu's words were just for fun. After all, the matter of life and death is inherently unpredictable, so how can he really let his temper do it, "I remember that time, I also guessed that you are some kind of fairy, god, demon and ghost, and you have such abilities." During that time, he deliberately went through a lot of religious classics to see if there was any character that could match up with Zhong Yanqiu. .

"Fairies, gods, ghosts..." Zhong Yanqiu tilted his head and thought for a while, then shook his head, "I don't know either."

After a pause, he added: "I know a lot of things since I can remember, but it doesn't include what I am."

He may be regarded as the kind who knows from birth. From the very beginning of memory, he knows how to control and use his abilities, how to deal with different situations, and knows that he is destined to be displaced in different worlds, but he does not know What you really want is what you are.

Human beings probably wouldn't have such abilities wandering in different worlds like him. As for other existences, he had never seen them before, so he couldn't talk about their relationship with him.

Through memory, he vaguely knows that there may be others in the same situation as him in the endless world, but unfortunately he has never encountered any of them so far.

Occasionally, he can bump into one or two people who accidentally fall into another world from one world, but he has never walked in a different world like himself.

"I don't even know what I am." Zhong Yanqiu said with a blank expression.

Su Mengzhen reached out and touched Zhong Yanqiu's hair subconsciously. Ghosts couldn't touch anything, and Zhong Yanqiu only felt a slight chill on his head. Because the mental age has shrunk a little with the body, he raised his head and rubbed it lightly, and felt his heart softened.

"So I don't regret it at all now." The price he has to pay is temporary, and he has almost endless time to kill.

Su Mengzhen took a deep look at him, and before she could speak, she saw Zhong Yanqiu shouting "the fish is going to burn" trying to save the fish that was about to be overcooked.

The fish is very small, and Zhong Yanqiu's current small body can't catch bigger ones. Fortunately, he is not big now, and with some wild vegetables and fruits, he can barely fill his stomach.

"The wind is blowing." Zhong Yanqiu ate the grilled fish in small bites. His current appearance is quite deceptive. Once he grows up, his thin and cold appearance will shrink by [-]%. She is cute, her eyes are slightly rounded, her eyelashes look like two small fans, her bright black pupils are in stark contrast to her white and tender skin like tofu, and she looks very beautiful.

Of course there would be no children's clothes in the woods, so he tore the clothes he had brought and rolled them around his body. The red sleeve knife was tied around his waist where he could take it at any time.

"Huh?" Su Mengzhen didn't realize what he meant by "the wind is blowing", and the next second, he saw the big tree with a height of more than ten meters behind Zhong Yanqiu, and his teeth were sour. With a creaking sound, he fell down in the direction of Zhong Yanqiu.

There is always a price to be paid for repenting. Although the last world could not come to this world to collect debts from Zhong Yanqiu, it also left enough marks on him to form a "wind".

During the "wind period", his ability will be suppressed to the lowest level, which is manifested in the shrinkage of his body appearance, and his luck will also become extremely bad. The tree fell again just as he sat down.

But troubles are troubles, and it's not enough for him to lose his life.

As usual, Zhong Yanqiu threw the finished fish bones on the ground, kicked the soil twice to extinguish the fire, and jumped out of the attack range of the big tree in a flash, but his face was inevitably covered by the raised dust , I had to run to the nearby stream to wash my face.

At this time, the benefits of being a ghost are particularly evident. Su Mengzhen slowly emerges from the fallen tree. He has not yet learned how to make his light and slow body react quickly, and it is often the brain. He had already reacted, and his body was still floating unhurriedly, and was hit straight by the tree—anyway, it was as if he hadn't been hit.

He judged the direction and floated towards the direction of the stream.

Zhong Yanqiu washed his hands and face by the stream, and soaked his clothes in the water to wash them. The clothes he brought were enough to tear and make several copies, and it was enough to change them.

When Su Mengzhen floated over, Zhong Yanqiu had already cleaned himself up, sat on a rock and cut wood to make a trap for the next day’s rations—his body at the age of five was not very resistant to hunger, and he had to eat at least a day three meals.

The tool for cutting wood is the only sharp tool on Zhong Yanqiu's body. Su Mengzhen, the former owner, just let him use the red sleeve knife to cut wood. "You are very skilled." Su Mengzhen said.

"I'm not lucky enough to fall into the crowd every time." Zhong Yanqiu skillfully tied the sharpened wood together, and because of lack of strength, he had to press his whole body on it, "Several times I always fell in the wilderness, and once in the desert."

It’s just that he stayed away from the crowd passively in the past, but this time he took the initiative. His current ability is only at the level of a five-year-old, which means that he has no way to control the “switch” freely. Once there are more people, the huge impact of information will directly The overload made him faint on the spot.

Even now, he is desperately refraining from "watching" the news about Su Mengzhen's three-year-old crying and five-year-old running away from home.

Even though one’s ability is suppressed and he is often hit by bad luck, a big tree fell down today and he entered a tiger’s den the next, and it rained heavily the next when he went out, but for Zhong Yanqiu, surviving in the woods is not a problem , He picked up his internal strength little by little, and his natural affinity for animals also allowed him to avoid a large part of wild animal attacks.

At night, Zhong Yanqiu slept in the hunter's hut. This kind of house for hunters to rest for a while is extremely simple, but at least there are tiles to cover him, so it's better than sleeping in the wilderness.

Ghosts don't need to rest. Su Mengzhen followed the habit when he was alive and closed his eyes for a while without feeling sleepy. He had to open his eyes and float around at will. Whenever he floated to a certain distance You can feel a subtle sense of restraint, as if something is pulling him behind, preventing him from drifting further away.

The forest at night is completely different from the daytime, eerie and terrifying. There are many more animals looking for food at night than in the daytime. The eyes of the beasts are like strange lights, silently flickering in the darkness.

Su Mengzhen has a feeling that those wild beasts can see him, and the "light" will shake slightly with his movements when he floats by. Once he approaches, the "light" will suddenly go out, and the beast seems to have sensed some kind of danger. In general, be careful lurking up.

He wandered around, and the beasts attracted by the lights of the hunter's hut gradually dispersed, and one or two wandered around unwilling to go far, and also reluctantly left when the morning came.

All night.

One day has passed.

There is no sun and moon in the mountains, especially when you don't have to worry about survival, you can't feel the passage of time.

Get up in the morning to touch some fruit from the tree to eat, and the traps set at night usually have good harvests. Zhong Yanqiu even fed the excess meat to a dying tiger who was pregnant and injured. It acquiesced to Zhong Yanqiu to go into its cave and live forever.

Of course, how much of it is due to Zhong Yanqiu's affinity and daily feeding, and how much is due to the fear of Su Mengzhen floating behind Zhong Yanqiu is open to discussion.

As for the hunter's hut, which Zhong Yanqiu lived in for an unknown number of days, it still failed to resist the force of the "wind" and collapsed, almost burying Zhong Yanqiu in the ruins.

When the winter was about to pass, the tiger gave birth to a tiger cub. It was soft and didn’t even grow any hair. It looked like a mouse. When the winter passed and the spring came, it quickly grew to the size of a kitten. calling.

Not facing the mother, but facing Zhong Yanqiu, the tiger hunted two deer and put them at the entrance of the cave after the cubs were weaned, then turned around and ran away without a trace.

"It's too old to raise a tiger cub." Su Mengzhen fiddled with the little tiger's hair. Although he couldn't touch anything, the little tiger could obviously feel something cool touching it Its, mourning to Zhong Yanqiu who was cutting wood on the stone on the other side for help.

Zhong Yanqiu looked up, "You bullied it again."

Obviously, this is not the first time Su Mengzhen has done this kind of thing.

"Don't you often touch it like this, how come I'm a bully?" Su Mengzhen smiled.

There is no one in the mountains, only birds and animals, and the moon is clear. This situation is the most open-minded, and there are not so many family and country affairs that require him to work hard. His whole state has become extremely relaxed.

Those intrigues and intrigues seem to be the things of the previous life.

Su Mengzhen thought this way, then looked down at herself, and laughed dumbfoundedly.

But it's just a matter of my previous life.

Zhong Yanqiu jumped down from the rock, picked up the pitiful little tiger cub, and rubbed it. He squeezed the soft flesh on his chin and the flesh on his stomach. It looked more like raising a tiger than a tiger cub. Said to be raising milk cats.

Huluhulu, a little tiger, squinted his eyes in comfort. His big paws rested on Zhong Yanqiu's hand, and his tail wrapped around Zhong Yanqiu's arm. He didn't look like a king of beasts at all.

In fact, Zhong Yanqiu and the little tiger hugged each other to sleep after the weather cooled down. No matter how Zhong Yanqiu, who was only five years old, could not stand the cold, otherwise he would suffer from frostbite everywhere.

Su Mengzhen took a look at the limp child holding the limp little tiger in his spare time, and suddenly felt that it was okay to just live in the forest all the time.

At this moment, Master Su didn't realize that some things cannot be said casually, but Zhong Yanqiu squinted his eyes to look into the distance, then lowered his head and rubbed the little tiger's fur again.

It's going to be windy.

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"Wind" brought Zhong Yanqiu a master.

Don't ask him about the process of apprenticeship, he doesn't want to recall the shame of being kicked at the door saying "this son is destined for me" and insisting on accepting him as a disciple, even if the other party is indeed the only one he has seen so far from other worlds And the human beings beyond the realm of mortals, the evidence is that the other party can see Su Mengzhen and communicate with him.

Take care of the dying elderly.

His master was indeed dying, and Zhong Yanqiu could feel the fading vitality in him from a long distance away.

"I give you the title... Xiaoyaozi..." The old man's pale and skinny hands fell on Zhong Yanqiu's head, shaking violently, "For my Xiaoyao faction... the next head, you should pass me on, my Xiaoyao faction The way, orthodoxy, does not fall into the name of the ancestors."

The old man's hand was as cold as a piece of ice, but the breath that came in was hot. He had no time to teach this disciple who could pass on the tradition, so he could only choose to use the most simple and rude way to stuff everything into this place. in the mind of the apprentice.

Medicine, divination and astrology, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, mechanical handyman, trade and planting, wine fighting and singing, command and guessing riddles, five elements and gossip, Qimen Dunjia, farmland water conservancy, economic strategy, everything he should know as a disciple of Xiaoyao Sect, all stuffed in. At the same time, his skill was stuffed in.

Enlightened, Su Mengzhen floated nearby, and by looking at the changes in the aura of Zhong Yanqiu and the old man, one could deduce what they were doing. The aura around Zhong Yanqiu became stronger and more unpredictable, while the old man It has visibly deteriorated to the naked eye, and the face that was bloody at first is now pale, and the body is thinning out at a terrifying speed.

When Zhong Yanqiu's aura gradually reached its peak, he was like a piece of rotten wood that had been placed for an unknown number of years. When the wind blew, it turned into dust on the ground, leaving only a ring.

The "wind" stopped.

Although the appearance didn't seem to have changed, Zhong Yanqiu really felt the changes inside his body.

"Pass down the orthodoxy of the Xiaoyao Sect, without degrading the name of the ancestors." Zhong Yanqiu murmured.

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Zhong Yanqiu picked up the little tiger and looked at Su Mengzhen, "Do you have any research on medical divination and astrology?"

To pass on the orthodox tradition, he, the new head, must first figure out what the bunch of stuff that was crammed into him is.

Su Mengzhen laughed very reservedly: "A little research."