Why did Jianzun steal his relatives [Rebirth]

Xue Xuanwei raised his hand and set up a fine sound-cleaning array at the exit of the cellar to cover up their voices.Not long after, the dense footsteps above the head gradually dissipated, and the mountain village regained its tranquility.

The grain cellar was dug low, and the four of them couldn't straighten up when standing, and they lost their grace when squatting, so they simply sat on the ground.

Nan Rongke breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his skinned knee when he fell, and asked, "What happened just now?"

"I don't know..." Chao Wendao looked at him blankly and shook his head.At that moment, his mind was blank. In the blink of an eye, he was sent back, but he didn't feel any discomfort.

Falling into such a position, Xiao Yihe was not in a hurry, but rather interested, with a straw in the corner of his mouth, he was about to speak while resting his chin.

But Xue Xuanwei preempted him and said: "It's the Dumen Barrier of the Heaven and Earth Formation Formation—we woke up those people outside and triggered the formation that had been set up here long ago. Barrier, or someone to break the eye, otherwise we will have no way out."

Xiao Yihe blinked and stared blankly.It seemed rare for him to say such a long paragraph.

"Du Men..." Chao Wendao opened his eyes wide in surprise, and raised his waist, "Qinghe Zhenjun's eight formations of heaven and earth generation?!"

Nan Rongke showed a pair of ignorant and confused eyes, gently tugged on Chao Wendao's sleeve robe, and asked in a low voice: "What is Qinghe Zhenjun, what is the formation of heaven and earth?"

"Brother Nanrong, don't you usually do your homework well?" Chao Wendao stared at him with stern eyes, while Nan Rongke lowered his head in shame, scratched his cheek, and listened to him, "Then do you know?" , Thousands of years ago there was a war to destroy the world."

Nan Rongke became serious when he heard this, and couldn't help sitting up straight, looking at him upright.

Seeing his serious expression, Chao Wendao couldn't help clearing his throat, thinking about the old texts more carefully, and continued: "I don't know why a thousand years ago, the gate of ghosts opened, and three black gaps opened above the five states. From then on, millions of demons and evil spirits poured into the world from the three sects, a hundred ghosts and ghosts, and a group of demons danced wildly. The common people in the world are devastated, and it can be said that the corpses are covered in the wild, and the mountains and rivers are full of grievances, and the crying is moving in the world."

"However, these three sects are thousands of miles apart. At that time, there were only tens of thousands of Taoist disciples, and even less elites. All the sects were almost piled up with the bones of monks. However, with all their strength, they could only repair two of them. The third gate is located in the wilderness, and the aura is already thin, how to remedy this gate, and who will remedy it, it is difficult for the Taoist gate to make a decision at the moment... After all, no matter who goes, it is only afraid of death."

Nan Rongke heard that the book was like a book, and thought in his heart: "Is it not going to be saved?"

Chao Wendao shook his head, and replied: "Of course not, otherwise, where did we come from? Just as the sects were arguing, suddenly there was a great aura in the northwest sky. The third gate of the cloud-rolling ghost. This person is dressed in purple and snow robes, with white hair spreading all over his shoulders..."

Nan Rongke held his face in his hands, perhaps the speaker's voice was gentle and clear, he was fascinated by it, and even listened to the most annoying old history, he couldn't help but echoed: "This person is Qinghe Zhenjun?"

"En." Zhao Wendao nodded, "This person has never entered the world before, so the Taoist sect at that time did not know who he was. The third gate is the most dangerous place. The aura in the desert is thin, and all the gates step into it. Almost no different from ordinary people, but Qinghe Zhenjun alone fought with the ancient great demon in his sect for several days, during which he comprehended three rare ways of Taoism."

"Which three kinds?" Xiao Yihe also listened with great interest, and asked cooperatively.

Chao Wendao saw that Junior Brother Song also came over, and felt even more anxious, for fear of misleading his disciples by saying something: "The first is the Sword God Heart Sutra, the second is the Tianji Sword Art, and the third is... Tian Di Sheng Yuan Ba Formation diagram. Later, the Eight Formation Diagram of Heaven, Earth, and Origin came into the mortal world, and the signature on the drawing was 'Qinghe', so his name became known."

"It is said that after learning these eight formations, they can change infinitely, and you can see the gates of the formations. Therefore, they have been contested by countless people for thousands of years. It was after this battle that Master Qinghe took the fairy mountain as his residence and founded the Sword God Mountain One door has been passed down to this day.”

"That's not right." Nan Rongke interjected, puzzled, "Since this Qinghe Zhenjun is the first generation of Sword God Mountain Master, the Taoism he comprehends in the face of danger is naturally to return to Sword God Mountain, so how can he be peeped by others? , into the mortal world?"

"This..." Chao Wendao replied honestly, "I really don't know."

After all, the old history only records that it flowed into the world, and no one knows exactly how it went through.

The two fell into a rare silence, Xiao Yihe smiled and said: "Brother Chao is good at learning metaphysics!"

Chao Wendao said embarrassedly: "It's just that I read a few more idle books when cleaning the master's bedroom."

Xiao Yihe leaned on the pile of straw, squinted at Xue Xuanwei who had been keeping his eyes closed all the time, took his knee to touch him lightly, and said with a slight smile, "Of course I have to ask Sect Master Xue about the matter of Sword God Mountain! Sect Master Xue, and Shall we talk?"

The other two teenagers were also shocked. Sect Master Xue should know the secret history of Sword God Mountain, and immediately showed two faces of great anticipation.

Xue Xuanwei showed an uneasy face, as if he thought he was messing around, and when he opened his phoenix eyes, he bumped into his slightly playful smile, his heart was soft, and he reluctantly said: "... Qinghe Zhenjun An alcoholic."

"...Ah?" Chao Wendao and Nan Rongke said in unison, but they didn't quite understand.

"After sorting out the three gates of ghosts and monsters, Master Qinghe returned to the mountain drunk, and left the parchment scroll with the eight formations of heaven and earth... on the road. Zhenjun Qinghe discovered it after he woke up, but it has been difficult to find it. "

"Ah?!" The two teenagers said in unison again.

They thought there would be some inside story about the battle between dragons and tigers, but it turned out that Zhenjun himself accidentally lost it?

After hearing how this picture entered the mortal world, Xiao Yihe could have expected that the two of them would make such a dumbfounded expression, and immediately laughed as if they had succeeded. How can there be so many swords and swords?"

Xue Xuanwei supported his upturned back with one hand, lifted him gently, and sighed helplessly.

Qinghe Zhenjun is an ancestor at any rate, and the mountain masters of all generations would not bother to mention such absurd old things, but he thinks it is funny, so he wants to tell others to laugh together.

Nan Rongke is usually a fool, but today he has doubts: "Then who got this picture later?"

"Brother Nanrong, you really haven't read a single page of the old history of Taoism!" Chao Wendao knocked on his forehead angrily, "Although the diagram of the eight formations has been in the world for more than a thousand years, this diagram is profound and mysterious. However, it is difficult for people who know it to decipher the true meaning of it. Later, this picture was returned to Jianshen Mountain, and it was in..." He paused, "in the hands of Lord Xiaoshan."

Nan Rongke: "Master Xiao Shan understands?"

Chao Wendao nodded: "I heard that Xiao Shanzhu was a child... nothing happened, so don't tell the truth behind the Tao."

"..." Nan Rongke wanted to ask what happened when he was young, but he was suddenly glanced at coldly by Sect Master Xue. One more word.

Xue Xuan frowned slightly, and turned his head to take a look.

Xiao Yihe squatted with his knees hugged, still smiling, as if the matter had nothing to do with him.

Chao Wendao asked: "Sovereign Master, Junior Brother Song, what should we do now?... Is there a second person in this world who can open the heaven and earth to generate the Yuan Formation?"

second person?

The "original" of the Eight Arrays of Heaven, Earth, and Origin has long been destroyed by Xiao Yihe himself, and he has not copied any copies for the world - how can there be a second person.

But if there is no second person, could it be that Xiao Yihe drove this formation by himself?

Xiao Yihe raised his head and glanced at the gap between the planks of the cellar, guessing that it would be some time before dawn, so he didn't want to think about it any more, lay down with his head behind his ear, and yawned long: " Go to sleep, let’s talk in the morning.”

He said he was going to sleep, but he really fell asleep after only a few breaths.

Everyone heard a long breath in an instant, and they all felt that this man fell asleep too quickly, not to mention that he was able to fall asleep in such a situation surrounded by wolves.

Seeing this, Chao Wendao moved his position tiptoely, raised his hand and brushed the messy straw around him, saw his sleeping face was quiet and well-behaved, and said with emotion in a low voice: "Junior Brother Song seems to have slept a lot these past two days."

Nan Rongke said sourly: "It's only been a few days since you saw him."

Due to the darkness in the cellar, Chao Wendao suddenly got up and turned around, not noticing that Nan Rongke was following him closely, the tips of their noses brushed against each other, Nan Rongke retreated hastily, and hit the back of his head On the wall of the cellar, he covered his head with his hands and bent over in pain.

Chao Wendao raised his hand to help rub it, and apologized repeatedly.

There was a faint fragrance of ink lingering in front of Nan Rongke's face, he let out a "huh", folded his arms, and leaned against the straw pile behind him, pretending not to be in pain.

Zhao Wendao saw that he seemed to be fine, so he withdrew his hand, lowered his breath, and closed his eyes to rest.

Not long after, only Nan Rongke and Xue Xuanwei were left staring at each other in the darkness.

Xue Xuanwei's gaze was like a torch, and his eyes swept across Nan Rongke's face, and he laughed very lightly, but the ridicule made Nan Rongke restless.

He didn't say much, he took out a large blanket of Firefox fur from his spiritual bag, spread it on the ground, and stretched out his arms to roll the person sleeping on the straw.Xiao Yihe knows how to enjoy it the most. With the softer and more comfortable place under his body, he consciously sticks to it, stretches his arms and legs and snores obsessively.

So the four of them each settled down in a corner, waiting for the dawn.

But when Xue Xuanwei was distracted from a little Zhou Tian's practice, when he opened his eyes, he saw that the person who was sleeping next to him on the Firefox blanket unexpectedly rubbed against the other end at some point, and leaned crookedly on the straw. Zhao Wendao slept together.

The two teenagers are head to head and foot to foot, like two little lambs relying on each other.

Nan Rongke was closing his eyes to adjust his breath, when suddenly something was thrown at his chest. He opened his eyes aggressively to look, but saw Sect Master Xue on the opposite side looking down coldly, so he had to follow the other person's gaze and bow his head.

"..."

There were turmoil in his heart, but he didn't know where to start, so he walked over tactfully, tore off Chao Wendao who was hugging Xiao Yihe, and tucked it back into his arms.

Pushing against his back again, he rolled in the direction of Sect Master Xue, letting the fellow sleep back on the Firefox blanket carefully prepared for him.

Little vixens sleep on fox skins, and rightly so.

Now the hatchback is safe and sound, and everyone is very satisfied.

Until daybreak, Chao Wendao woke up with a drunken face, sighed in his heart that he had fallen asleep, but when he opened his eyes, he was slightly stunned—why was he resting on Nan Rongke's lap?

Before he could figure it out, Nan Rongke also came out of the meditation, and he immediately knelt down cross-legged, his ears and cheeks blushed slightly because he felt that he was rude.

And Xiao Yihe softly asked "Is it dawn?", and didn't expect to get a response from anyone, so he got up by himself, rubbed his eyes, and saw a suspicious wet mark on the corner of the black clothes he had just slept on.

He stared at it for a while without feeling ashamed. In front of Sect Master Xue, he stretched out his hand to fold the corner, pressed it back and hid it under the other clothes, pretending that nothing happened, and stretched sleepily. waist.

"..." Zhao Wendao saw that he was so brazen, and glanced at the knee he had rested on, and immediately a layer of blush spread under the neck covered by the collar, and he carelessly sorted out his robe.

Could he also fold Nan Rongke's legs, fold them over, and hide them?

At this moment, a baby's clear cry suddenly came from above their heads.

Immediately afterwards, someone pushed open the old wooden door and entered the farmhouse, trying to coax the child at a loss, but he had no experience in coaxing children, and his voice was slightly agitated, with a domineering temper: "Okay, okay, don't cry... ...Hungry? Sleepy? Ah! Please don't cry anymore! If you cry any more, the wolves will be attracted!"

However, the baby didn't make sense at all. He only felt that the person holding him was making a loud voice, which made him cry even more fiercely.

But before everyone listened to a few more words, there was a sudden fluctuation of spiritual power above the head, and the farmhouse suddenly fell silent. Perhaps the person who came here was finally annoyed by the child, and was afraid that the baby's crying would attract other unclean things. Simply apply the clean sound array and it will be over.

After a while of silence in the cellar, Nan Rongke said with difficulty: "Although I don't want to say it, but this voice seems...a bit familiar."

Xue Xuan slightly raised his hand, stretched his arms to protect Xiao Yihe's head, "Cun Xin Bu Mo" flew out from his waist, and then he held the hilt of the sword in his hand, and stabbed upwards heavily, the mud on the top of his head burst instantly, and fell all over the ground with a clatter. splash!

But because the above-ground farmhouses and underground cellars were covered with layers of sound-cleaning arrays, such wall-destroyed objects did not cause much commotion.But because the barrier between the two places was pierced by Xue Xuanwei, and they were connected up and down, the voices in the farmhouse above could not be covered.

——I only heard the man above coughing a few times covering his mouth, put down the sobbing child in his arms, got up cursing and came over to check.

He had only exposed half of the corner of his clothes, Xue Xuan raised his finger and grabbed it in the air, a coil of spiritual power wrapped around his calf like a vine. In the sand flying, he fell to pieces.

After seeing the person's appearance clearly, Nan Rongke immediately shouted: "Ah, Uncle Ning! It really is you!"