Can Shizun attack once?

Revisiting the old place brought back some unpleasant memories for Cen Shuangluo. He sat down under the tree and let the maple leaves fall on his body.

He is not a person who is good at disguising, pretending to be Ning Chengying made him very tired.

Fortunately, Ying Wuchou was blind, which saved him a lot of trouble.

Even so, Cen Shuangluo was exhausted.

Even if Ying Wuchou wasn't going to meditate and adjust his breath, Cen Shuangluo still wanted to find an excuse to come out and breathe.

He looked at the leaves falling on his lap, and Ying Wushou's appearance flashed in his mind, and he sighed for some reason.

Thinking about it, Cen Shuangluo actually leaned against the tree trunk and fell into a deep sleep, unknowingly falling into a dream.

The dream was a lush green bamboo forest. He climbed out of a dark, solid and narrow house and smelled a sweet smell.

He felt very hungry, and ran towards the smell that smelled very fragrant, but found that his hands and feet were short and small, and he couldn't stand up at all, so he could only crawl in the grass like a gecko.

Fortunately, he seems to be born with the ability to crawl, crawling extremely fast, and soon came to the food.

In the dream, he has no troubles, only the happiness of being full.

The bamboo grove was very safe, and no one competed with him for food. He ate until his belly bulged, and fell asleep lying on his back on the soft straw mat.

Just like this, he ate and slept, slept and ate, and I don't know how long it took. He grew up a little and began to explore the surrounding environment.

At the beginning, he was very timid, only dared to crawl in the bamboo forest, and would hide when he saw a few small snakes.

Later he found that the snakes were even more afraid of him, and they couldn't get close to where he lived, they wouldn't grab his food, and they even found some food for him.

But he didn't like the food like bugs and frogs brought by the little snakes. He liked things that smelled sweet, so he boldly walked out of the bamboo forest and came to a sea of ​​flowers.

Cen Shuangluo has only seen green since he was born, and seeing so many brilliant colors at once, he was very happy, rolling back and forth among the flowers, rubbing some itchy scales on the grass and vines, and following the bees to find them hive, steal some nectar.

Bees sting him with poisonous needles, and his scales are very thick, so he is not afraid of being attacked.But the eyes and nostrils are weak, and he is afraid of too many bees, so he jumps into the pool to avoid the attack of the swarm.

He can breathe freely underwater, and the koi in the pool will find some light and sweet aquatic plants for him to eat.

He had a lot of fun in that fairyland-like valley, and his courage became bigger and bigger, and the range of running became wider and wider, and finally he found a small hut.

He saw through the window that a person was lying on the thatched hut, wearing white clothes with the skirts open, revealing a large area of ​​skin.

Seeing that person for the first time, Cen Shuangluo hid subconsciously, his heart was beating non-stop, and his body began to heat up, forcing him to lie down in the pool all night, the hot scales Only then slowly cooled down.

What he came into contact with in the valley were small snakes and small fish. These creatures with scales also respected and loved him, and played well with him. He also felt that creatures with scales were the same kind, and he did not make friends with bees, frogs and insects. interest of.

It was the first time that he felt that creatures without scales looked good.

Cen Shuangluo hid for two days, but still wanted to see that person very much, so she pushed open the door with her head and crept in quietly.

That person was sleeping peacefully, with an extraordinary handsome profile, Cen Shuangluo couldn't help but stare dumbfounded.

After that, Cen Shuangluo would go to the hut every day to see if the man was awake, but he never saw him open his eyes.

He began to look forward to the man waking up, feeling that only the white hut was lifeless, and wanted to add a little color to that house.

So he ran to the flowers, picked some of the largest, brightest, and most beautiful flowers, found grass and vines, and tied a few flowers into a bouquet with his front paws.

He climbed to the hut with the bouquet of flowers in his mouth, but saw a second person in the hut.

That person was Ning Chengying.

Ning Chengying had no scales like the person sleeping on the couch, but her skin color was slightly darker, and she was not as good-looking as that person, and her appearance scared Cen Shuangluo a little.

Ning Chengying sat beside that person's couch, stared deeply at that person, and said, "Master, I will definitely save you."

Ning Chengying stretched out his hand, wanting to touch that person's face, but his palm trembled slightly, as if he was mustering up the courage to do something outrageous.

His hand was blocked by an invisible force one foot away from that person. Ning Chengying tried hard to break through the invisible barrier with his palm, but was shocked by a huge force, causing several deep wounds on his palm. , blood dripped down.

Cen Shuangluo outside the window took a step back in shock, and made a sound that startled Ning Chengying.

"What?" Ning Chengying walked out of the hut, lowered her head, and saw Cen Shuangluo holding the bouquet of flowers.

The way Ning Chengying looked at Cen Shuangluo was completely different from Ying Wushou's. He looked down at Cen Shuangluo with ruthless eyes, as if looking at some inanimate object.

"The snake raised by master has spirituality?" Ning Chengying said to himself.

Cen Shuangluo stepped back slowly.

Ning Chengying bent down, grabbed the bouquet of flowers from Cen Shuangluo's mouth, and threw it away: "Vulgar."

A black aura emanated from his palm, and the bouquet immediately withered and turned gray-black when it touched that aura.

Cen Shuangluo instinctively sensed the danger, and he quickly crawled away, wanting to return to the place where he was born.There is the same barrier as inside the hut, and the little snakes can't get in, so it's very safe.

But his speed was too slow, and before he had climbed too far, Ning Chengying grabbed the back of his neck and picked him up.

"Master's heart is kind. If there is a poisonous snake crawling to his bed, he will not hurt him. Instead, he will release it to the mountains. I can bear the snakes in the valley, but since you have spirituality, you are a monster and cannot let you approach Master. " Ning Chengying said coldly.

Cen Shuangluo struggled desperately, but couldn't get rid of Ning Chengying.

He was so envious of Ning Chengying's nimble hands and feet, while he only had claws.

Ning Chengying's palm was full of black air, and this black air had an aura of death. Cen Shuangluo was very uncomfortable, feeling breathless and weak.

Soon, his whole body was stiff and his limbs were cold, as if he was dead.

This was Cen Shuangluo's instinct, he was born to pretend to be dead, exactly like he was really dead.

"Really weak." Ning Chengying said coldly.

He carried Cen Shuangluo to the flowers, waved his palm, black air spread, and all the beautiful flowers withered.

Afterwards, Ning Chengying threw Cen Shuangluo's "corpse" out of the valley with a vigorous throw.

Cen Shuangluo was thrown far, far away, flying across the valley and landing on the cliff outside.

His head fell heavily on the ground, and he rolled several times on the ground, his whole body ached.

The scales on his body were also eroded by Ning Chengying's black energy, slowly fell off, and immediately weathered when they fell on the ground.

Cen Shuangluo knew instinctively that she couldn't stay here, so she gritted her teeth and propped up her little paws, trying to crawl away from the valley.

While crawling, he felt dizzy, as if he was being shaken by someone...

"Chengying, Chengying?"

Cen Shuangluo woke up suddenly, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Ying Wuchou's face was very close to her, and the white cloth covering her eyes seemed to have eyes, and she was looking at him carefully.

Ying Wuchou held a wooden stick in one hand, and pressed Cen Shuangluo's shoulder with the other, gently shaking him awake.

"Master." Cen Shuangluo felt that he was too close to Ying Wuchou, he wanted to back away, but there was a huge maple tree behind him, and he couldn't escape.

He had no choice but to turn his face to avoid Ying Wushou.

"Are you asleep?" Ying Wuchou asked, "I heard that you are short of breath, quite painful, it doesn't seem like you are meditating, it seems that you have a nightmare and wake you up, but you don't feel any discomfort ?”

Even if she blocked her eyes, Ying Wushou's concern could still be conveyed to Cen Shuangluo through the thick white cloth.

Cen Shuangluo wasn't very used to this kind of concern, so he stood up and pushed away Ying Wuchou's hand on his shoulder.

"No, I just slept vigilantly." Cen Shuangluo said.

As the autumn wind blew across his face, Cen Shuangluo felt a slight chill on his face.

He raised his hand to wipe his face, only to realize that his eyes were wet, as if he had shed tears in a dream.

At the age of 14, Cen Shuangluo was beaten and crippled, lying on the cold ground of the main hall with the cracked statue, and developed a high fever.

After that night, he began to dream frequently.

Dreams are things that have never been experienced, and people who have never seen them.

In the dream, he was seriously injured by some people he had never seen before. These people hated him and wanted to kill him, shouting "to avenge Master".

Cen Shuangluo didn't understand these dreams at first, but felt very angry and sad.

Later, some things gradually came true, and he realized that these were not dreams, but things that would happen in the future.

Using the reminder of his dream, he escaped several disasters, found some treasures, gained some strength, and would no longer be beaten and maimed at will like before.

Cen Shuangluo knew that the things in the dream would really happen, he would be killed by some people in the future, and he had to do something to fight the future disaster.

It's just that today's dream is different from the past, it doesn't seem like a future dream, it seems to be something that happened in the previous life.

When Cen Shuangluo was adopted by the Cen family, she was just a baby, like a blank sheet of paper, without a past.

When he was a child, he sincerely regarded himself as a child of the Cen family, filial to his parents, respected the elders, and knew how to help his parents with work since he was very young.

When his mother was pregnant, he was very happy, thinking that he would have a younger brother or younger sister, and he lay beside his mother's bed every day waiting for the younger siblings to be born.

The mother's belly was getting bigger and bigger, and he wanted to touch the belly secretly to feel the baby's vitality.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the palm was attached to the belly, the father who walked into the room pulled him away, slapped him hard on the face, and said that he was going to kill an unborn child.

That slap stunned Cen Shuangluo, and he never had a good dream after that.

Today's dream, the first half is a rare happiness, the joy of rolling in the flowers, even after waking up, thinking of that feeling, I still feel so happy that I want to laugh.

Cen Shuangluo knew that his dreams were not aimless, they must have happened or will happen soon.

It's just that he never had such a happy time. Could it be that this dream is from his previous life?

"Chengying?" Ying Wushou looked at him with concern.

Cen Shuangluo felt irritated for a while, and hated the name "Chengying" very much.

But he still has work to do.

It was an accident to meet Ying Wushou in a small town, but even if he hadn't met this person, he still planned to go to hide Jingu to wake up Ying Wushou.

According to his dream, at this time, Luo Qingyu, Ying Wushou's third disciple, should have found a kind of fairy grass that could extend his life, refined it into a elixir, and given it to Ying Wushou, so that Ying Wushou, who had been sleeping for 50 years wake.

Cen Shuangluo originally planned to take advantage of Luo Qingyu's exhaustion of alchemy skills to snatch the elixir and take Ying Wuchou away.

Then pretend to be Luo Qingyu, and get closer to Ying Wuchou, so that Ying Wuchou will regard him as the most caring disciple.

Unexpectedly, he saw Ying Wushou who had awakened in the small town, dressed so...casually!

There was a discrepancy between the reality and the dream, so Cen Shuangluo had no choice but to change his plan, pretending to be Ning Chengying who was the most difficult to get out of now, and approached Ying Wushou.

Next, they should find a way to bring Ying Wushou to see Ning Chengying, so that their master and apprentice can turn against each other.

It would be best if Ying Wuchou could kill Ning Chengying himself.

Being killed by the most respected and beloved master, Ning Chengying's expression must be very exciting.

Thinking of this, Cen Shuangluo couldn't help showing a sinister smile.

After he just smiled, he remembered that Ying Wuchou was by his side.

Fortunately, Ying Wushou couldn't see it, otherwise his expression might be revealing.

Cen Shuangluo returned to a respectful expression, stepped forward to support Ying Wushou, and said softly, "Master, why didn't you call your disciple?"

The breeze lifted the cloth that Ying Wushou tied behind his head, and gently brushed Cen Shuangluo's cheeks. The soft touch softened Cen Shuangluo's cold and hard heart a little.

He heard Ying Wushou say: "I heard that your breathing is not right, and I was worried that you are cultivating. If you call you rashly, I might hurt your mind, so I found a wooden stick to explore the way, and came out to have a look."

"The apprentice is useless, and Master is worried." Cen Shuangluo said.

Ying Wuchou is good at everything, but has taken in a group of unworthy apprentices.If the disciple is unworthy, Ying Wushou should take responsibility for his teacher's mistakes.

Thinking of this, Cen Shuangluo's heart softened just now, and he asked Ying Wuchou: "Where is Master going next? But do you want to go back to Tibet Jingu?"

If Ying Wushou wanted to go back to the valley, he had to find a way to trick Ying Wushou to where the real Ning Chengying was.

Ying Wushou shook her head: "You also know that after lying down for the teacher for a long time, if you want to come out to relax, you can go anywhere, but you don't want to go back to the valley."

"Master has been sleeping for a long time, and now he suddenly wakes up. Did the injuries heal on his own, or did the brothers find some elixir?" Cen Shuangluo asked why Ying Wuchou was awake.

Ying Wuchou's waking up did not match his dream, which made Cen Shuangluo feel a little uncertain.

Ying Wushou shook her head and said: "I woke up by myself. I used the turtle's breath method to enter the state of suspended animation, which can prolong my life. Now I feel that instead of pretending to die to survive, it is better to get up and look at the world. There is no need to waste time."

This... Ying Wuchou's sobriety at this time is actually a flashback?

No wonder his eyes were completely blind, he must be extremely weak.

His health was so poor, if Ying Wuchou killed his apprentice with his own hands, would his mind be traumatized, and he would just die like this?

Thinking of this, a trace of unbearableness flashed across Cen Shuangluo's face.

Ying Wushou smiled lightly and said to him: "Life and death are destiny, this is the fate of the teacher, Chengying should not mind."

I don't mind, I'm worried that you only killed one apprentice and died, there are six more.Cen Shuangluo thought to himself.

Ying Wuchou said: "As a teacher, I want to travel around and walk around at will. It's just that my eyesight is not good, and I need someone to be a guide. Would Chengying accompany Master and help Master see this wonderful river and mountain?"

Cen Shuangluo happily supported Ying Wushou, and suggested: "When I was traveling in the world of mortals, I passed by a village and saw that the people there still retained some primitive customs. I found it strange, but I didn't understand it. Why did they do this, can the master help the disciples clear up the confusion?"

"You'll have to have a look to find out." Ying Wuchou put her hand on Cen Shuangluo's, "I need Chengying to lead me the way."

"Okay." Cen Shuangluo took out the flute from his waist, waved the flute slightly, and prepared to ride the clouds.

At this time, Ying Wuchou said: "Almost forgot."

He took out Cen Shuangluo's clean coat from the pocket in his sleeve, put it on for him with his own hands, and helped him fasten his belt.

Ying Wuchou was very good at taking care of people, and he nimbly tied a knot around Cen Shuang's waist, letting the belt hang down obediently with the clothes.

When the wind blows, the excess belt will be blown up by the wind again, like two white feathers surrounding Cen Shuangluo.

"Okay." Ying Wushou smiled.

He squeezed his sleeves tightly and stuffed back the jade slips that almost fell out when he took out his clothes just now.

Seeing Cen Shuangluo, Yu Jian flashed green light, as if wanting to remind her of something.

Just now when he asked the jade slip about the whereabouts of the other half of the statue, the information given by the jade slip was——

[The statue has been taken care of by people for many years, and it has "lived" and has its own preferences.It will take the initiative to follow the person it likes. After the person who took care of it left, it can't bear the dust all over its body, so it actively splits in two, and the spiritual half goes to find the person who takes care of it. 】

And the person who wiped the statue last was Cen Shuangluo.

Ying Wuchou pinched the jade slip by rolling her sleeves to prevent the words from popping out.

His scale armor ran away with others, such an interesting thing, the truth cannot be revealed immediately, he needs to observe Cen Shuangluo carefully to see what secrets this person has.

The author has something to say:

Cen Shuangluo: The blissful time in Zang Jingu was either a dream or a previous life. Anyway, it was not what I experienced in this life.

Ying Wuchou: It's getting cold, autumn is here, it's time to kill an apprentice to relieve my anger.