Scholar is Addicted [Rebirth]

Yin Xing winked at Shu Sheng, Shu Sheng frowned slightly, looked at the door, Yin Xing thought for a while, answered, and pulled Shu Sheng to open the door.

Shu Sheng hurriedly tugged at him: "Go out and meet?"

Yin Xing smiled with a faint expression: "I guess the person who came was not kind."

Shu Sheng shut up, and was dragged by him to open the door.

Old Uncle Wang stood outside the door, seeing the two of them coming out, he said kindly, "Master Yizhen wants to see you, so he is waiting in the courtyard."

Yin Xingchong nodded to the old man, stretched his arms around Shu Sheng's waist to protect him and walked into the yard.

Shu Sheng froze for a moment, but he didn't object much. Yin Xing told him before that this old Taoist priest is a master, so why should he bother Yin Xing? At this time, it is best to be obedient.

In the courtyard, there were two people standing, a Taoist priest in Taoist robes and a young man in white clothes.

Yin Xing froze slightly, and subconsciously hugged Shu Sheng even tighter——Shu Qingli, why is he here?

Shu Sheng turned his head to look in Yin Xing's arms, startled and stunned.

In his memory, his father has been gone for five full years. Although he is now very clear that they have entered a backward time, he still can't help but want to take a good look at his father.

In the eyes of children, especially children, their parents will always be the same person. Maybe one day when they grow up, they will suddenly realize that parents are old and young.

When his father died, Shu Sheng was only 16 years old. In the eyes of the young boy, his parents hadn't changed for many years. Goodbye now, they are still young.

"Father..." Shu Sheng murmured.

He yelled very softly, Yin Xing naturally heard it, and the old Taoist priest with high internal strength also heard it, and looked at Shu Sheng with more profound and elusive eyes, Yin Xing paid special attention to Shu Qingli, seeing him standing There was no response there, and he couldn't help but frown, don't know martial arts?

Feeling that Shu Sheng in his arms was stunned, he began to tremble a little. Yin Xing quickly shook his arms tightly, bringing Shu Sheng back to his senses, and asked, "What do you two want us for?"

Shu Qingli glanced at Shu Sheng slightly, then turned away, as if he didn't recognize Shu Sheng.

But if you think about it, what your son will look like in five years... Even if you feel like it, you won't think it is. In their eyes, this is something that hasn't happened yet.

Yi Zhen glanced at Shu Sheng indifferently, then looked at Yin Xing: "We met in Shuge earlier, you have seen the time dial, may I ask what you saw?"

"No comment on this." Yin Xing laughed: "You two came here for this matter?

Daoist Yizhen stroked his beard with one hand, and smiled, looking very much like an old fox. He seemed to think about it for a while, and then said, "Would you like to sit in the audience?"

Just as Yin Xing wanted to refuse, he felt that the old man had bad intentions. He felt Shu Sheng's hand shaking his sleeve. Yin Xing lowered his head, just in time to meet Shu Sheng's eyes looking at him, with a hint of pleading in his eyes.

Yin Xing closed his eyes. When he was in the house just now, he promised Shu Sheng that he would prevent things from happening, and now it is undoubtedly a good time to go to the Taoist temple with them.

After thinking for a while, he smiled and said, "The Taoist priest is kind enough to invite you, so there is no reason to refuse."

Daoist Yizhen smiled and stretched out his hand: "Please."

Shu Qingli had been standing calmly behind Daoist Yizhen all this time, and now he took a serious look at Yin Xing and Shu Sheng. He didn't know if it was Yin Xing's illusion, but he always felt that Shu Qingli seemed to be smiling.

It was the kind of indescribable, somewhat helpless smile.

Yin Xing looked down at Shu Sheng, seeing that Shu Sheng had stopped looking at Shu Qingli, his heart froze - did this man recognize his son?It shouldn't be...

"Hey, bookworm." Yin Xing called Shu Sheng in a low voice, Shu Sheng turned to look at him, Yin Xing said in a low voice: "After I go up later, I will pester this Taoist Master Yizhen, you find a way to find Shi Dial whereabouts."

Shu Sheng frowned: "Where can I find it?"

He Mingguan had never been here before, and he didn't know where it was. If the Taoist priest left things in a secret place like last time, where would he find them?Find a needle in a haystack.

Yin Xing looked at Shu Qingli who was walking in front, and thought for a while: "Why don't you follow your father and see if you can find something."

As he spoke, he remembered that Mu Qing and the others had already gone to the mountain to look for it. It would be great if they could find something, it would save a lot of trouble.

Shu Sheng thought for a while, then nodded, feeling that there was no basis in his heart, this time did not match the time in his memory at all, let alone two months in advance, in his previous life he didn't know what his father was doing When and where the time was changed, it was so easy.

The four of them went up the mountain with the steps, Yizhen had no smiles, and Shu Qingli kept calm and composed, without even looking at Shu Sheng, Yin Xing couldn't tell whether this person knew Still don't know.

It was the first time that Yin Xing and Shu Sheng entered the Heming Temple from the front, and both Yin Xing and Shu Sheng felt that their eyes were open. Not to mention the spaciousness of this place, because of the high terrain, it felt that even the air was different from that at the bottom of the mountain.

Yizhen and Shu Qingli took Yin Xing and Shu Sheng to a courtyard. The courtyard was very large, with rockery and a pond. In the pond was a pool of clear water with countless small translucent fish swimming in it.

At this time, Shu Qingli spoke, he pointed at Shu Sheng and said, "Follow me."

Shu Sheng and Yin Xing were taken aback, just now they were still discussing how to let Shu Sheng mix in with this person, but he didn't expect him to take the initiative to hand over this opportunity first.

Shu Sheng came out of Yin Xing's arms in a daze and walked towards his father. Shu Qingli smiled, with a loving expression, turned around and walked into the house. Shu Sheng looked back at Yin Xing, and followed him in.

Yin Xing frowned slightly: "What do you mean?" Daoist Yizhen turned over two teacups from the table in a leisurely manner, and a small Taoist came running from behind with a teapot to pour him two cups of tea, and then left again.

"Prince Yin is probably very curious." Yizhen said with a smile.

Yin Xing looked up at him in surprise, who is this old man?Five years ago, he was still the second prince, and his father was still here, so why did he blurt out and call him Prince Yin?

Yin Xing's heart turned, and he looked at Yizhen with sharp eyes: "You all know? Do strange arts really exist?"

Yizhen leisurely stretched out a finger, pushed a cup of tea in front of Yin Xing and said, "Xilin is good at Gu, Donghe is good at evil, and Bai Qi is good at divination. You must have heard of these princes, right?"

Yin Xing nodded, seeing that Yizhen's face was unpredictable, and also a little elusive complacency.

There are many people who raise Gu in Xilin, and there are such things as Gu, so there is nothing to worry about. Compared with Xilin, Donghe likes to engage in some crooked ways. When he was on the battlefield, he once threatened to recruit Yin soldiers to wish them a war , although it was obviously not successful in the end.

I don't know if Qi Lianfei found a guy who was not serious enough to practice sorcery, but in the end the Yin soldiers were not recruited, but Yin Xing beat them back dozens of miles.

As for Bai Qi's good divination, it's quite famous. Bai Qi heard that even a three-year-old child can pinch his fingers and say a few nonsense divinations.

Yin Xing didn't believe in these things at first, all ghosts and gods, divination, are useless to him, it's useless, if you can't win, you can't win, and it's useless to engage in demons and heretics.

But now Yin Xing doesn't believe it anymore. Just saying that time goes backwards, or even that two time periods intersect, is enough for him to have a headache.

Yizhen continued: "My Qiong Kingdom was a hundred years ago, what was the most prosperous thing, does the prince know?"

Yin Xing raised his eyebrows: "You don't want to say it's Mo Zigui, do you?"

"Mo Zigui's strange art is the most famous. Everyone knew about it a hundred years ago. However, Mo Zigui died miserably. Since then, it has become a forbidden art. No one dares to mention it or learn it."

"How did he die?" Yin Xing asked curiously.

I've heard a lot about Mo Zigui's writings, but I've never heard of him being able to perform supernatural powers. The rumors in the market are all good ones, such as things like the end of his life and death.

But I also know that it is impossible, the era Mo Zigui lived in was too chaotic, if he really had any ability, he must have been robbed or hated to the end, it is almost impossible to live in bed and die .

Yin Xing had guessed before that the possibility of being killed was the greatest.

Yizhen took a look at Yin Xing and smiled: "It has been said that there was a strange war at the beginning, and other countries joined forces to attack, but no matter what kind of deployment, we have countermeasures. It seems that everything has been calculated. Prepare That's right, the prince should have heard of it too, right?"

Yin Xing nodded. He was originally a soldier. He didn't know much about the literature world, but he knew a lot about military affairs. It is said that there was a great battle a hundred years ago. , seems to have all the strategies that will emerge.

Everyone only said that it was good luck and the military division was well deployed. Of course, Yin Xing thought so too.

As for war, when the right time, place and people are in place, anything can happen, plus the commanders need to be smarter, the result is enough to make people laugh.

But Yizhen mentioned this now, which made Yin Xing very suspicious: "Could it be that there is something else hidden? It has something to do with Mo Zigui?"

Yin Xing was keen, and Yizhen looked at him with a smile, and said: "What if the battle was lost, and the time is reversed through a different technique?"

Yin Xing was startled, and turned his head to look into the room—isn't this the same situation as the bookworm at the moment?

Seeing him looking into the room, Yizhen also turned his head, and said calmly: "Mo Zigui changed the time and saved our country. Three days later, he died in a fire at home."

Going against the sky will not end well, no wonder no one has ever mentioned strange arts.

If Shu Qingli could do it, why did he leave Sansiyuan in the first place so as not to disturb the muddy waters of the court?

He seemed to understand why Shu Sheng's father was in a landslide.

Outside the house, Yin Xing was completely stunned by Yizhen's words, and couldn't recover for a long time.

Inside, Shu Sheng followed his father into the room. He kept his head down, staring at him like a child, and his heart was not at peace. His father's name was fake, but his real name was actually Shu Qingli.

Just as he was thinking, someone patted his shoulder lightly. He looked up and saw Shu Qingli standing in front of him, looking at him with a smile.

Shu Sheng couldn't help shouting: "Father..."

Shu Qingli was taken aback, but didn't respond, and looked at him with a smile: "Are you here for the time dial?"

Shu Sheng nodded.

Shu Qingli smiled, sat down and said: "If my son survives the fateful time, he will probably be as old as you."

Shu Sheng felt that his eyes were astringent and tears welled up, so he had to hold back his tears desperately, and asked, "Is it worth it? Two lives for one life, no, not only two, but also the people in this view, the people at the foot of the mountain."

"My son won't know how I died, but if I know how my son will die but don't save him, how can I do it?" Shu Qingli smiled: "Since it is my catastrophe, I will definitely not There is nothing unworthy of hurting an innocent life."

Shu Sheng clenched his hands into fists: "So you put this heinous crime on your son?"

Even though he didn't kill his relatives with his own hands, it is also a sin for his parents to die because of him!

Shu Qingli turned to look at him, blinked and said with a smile: "I am responsible for all the sins, but it has nothing to do with my son. He will only get better. My son is Fu Luxiang."

Shu Sheng was tongue-tied and didn't know how to dissuade him. He remembered what Yin Xing had told him before, as long as he found the time dial, he would not be allowed to use it. Thinking of this, Shu Sheng looked around the room, wondering if it was here Keep it in the house.

Seeing him looking around, Shu Qingli seemed to understand what he was looking for, got up and took out the time dial from a box on the side: "Are you looking for this?"

When Shu Sheng saw it, there was only one thought in his mind - just grab it!

If you grab it, you can save his parents!

The moment the thought came to him, Shu Sheng rushed over and snatched the time dial.

Shu Qingli didn't expect that he would grab it directly, and was caught off guard by Shu Sheng. She didn't react until she was empty, and looked at Shu Sheng.

Shu Sheng doesn't know martial arts, it's the first time he has such a fast speed.

Shu Qingli shook her head helplessly, watched Shu Sheng retreat step by step, and stretched out her hand: "Sheng'er, give it to me."

This statement made Shu Sheng freeze in place.

He knew... Shu Sheng's mind roared for a moment, he knew he was Shu Sheng, his son?

Seeing that Shu Sheng was in a daze, but still tightly holding the time dial in his hand, Shu Qingli called out again: "Sheng'er, give it to me."

Shu Sheng shook his head resolutely: "No!"

Shu Qingli sighed, and did not fight him, saying, "Do you understand what you are doing?"

Shu Sheng looked at him stubbornly, and said in a trembling voice: "Of course I understand, if you and mother leave me like this, even if I live, what's the point?"

"So you want to change?" Shu Qingli knocked on the edge of the table with one hand, and sneered: "How can you change what has happened before? You know best."

Shu Sheng ignored it, still unwilling to let go: "Then I want to try too!"

"Nonsense!" Shu Qingli frowned slightly, then felt that his tone was too harsh, and said in a slow tone: "Sheng'er, what has happened can't be changed, even if you regret it, you can't reverse it at this time , it has already happened.”

Shu Qingli smiled wryly, looked at his son and said, "For you, I'm already dead, right?"

Shu Sheng neither nodded nor shook his head, his eyes were red, and he looked at him stubbornly.

"I have never taught you the method of different arts, so you have no ability to change the status quo, do you understand?"

Shu Qingli said patiently: "Even if you take it away today, do you expect everything to happen again? Sheng'er, that is absolutely impossible."

"Father..." Shu Sheng couldn't help it, tears rolled down from his eyes.

Shu Qingli stepped forward and hugged her son, and said along the top of her head, "Don't cry, I don't know what happened to cause today's change, but I can see my son alive and well, so I have no regrets."

The deep sense of powerlessness made Shu Sheng lose all hope.

But Shu Qingli was happy. Judging by Shu Sheng's current appearance, he should be doing well, so he was naturally at ease. Shu Sheng has been a good boy since he was a child, and he rarely cried. When he cried suddenly, his father's heart ached.

Yin Xing and Yizhen were discussing outside the room, when they heard frequent movements in the room, they both looked at the room and did not speak.

Yin Xing was slightly worried, he didn't know if Shu Qingli had recognized the bookworm, and if he was a threat to Shu Sheng.

Thinking about it, I wanted to go and have a look, but before I stood up, I felt a surge of internal energy rushing towards my face, pressing him firmly on the stool.

Yin Xing turned his head in surprise, and Yizhen still looked at him indifferently, with his hands resting on the stone table.

Yin Xing raised his eyebrows slightly, and the two started fighting in the courtyard without warning.

Shu Qingli heard the sound in the courtyard, smiled, took the time dial from Shu Sheng's hand, put it on the table, and took Shu Sheng out.

Shu Sheng followed behind Shu Qingli, feeling a little dazed, a little regretful, and even more sad.

When the two went out, they saw that the courtyard not far away was full of flying sand and rocks. Both Yin Xing and Yizhen's inner strength was unpredictable. Although Yin Xing was inferior to Yizhen, Yizhen didn't do his best. He didn't want this future Yin Wang's life.

Shu Sheng and Shu Qingli saw two figures swaying back and forth in the courtyard, sometimes palming the wind and hunting.

Shu Qingli looked at it, then turned to Shu Sheng and said, "Walk with Dad?"

Shu Sheng nodded.

The two of them no longer cared about Yin Xing and Yizhen, and walked to the back together.

Shu Sheng was here before in the backyard of the Heming Temple, but this time, those white cranes all knew Shu Qingli and surrounded him one after another. Shu Qingli smiled and touched the head of the bird at his feet, saying: "Yi Zhen said Chang was originally your uncle, he went up to the mountain to become a Taoist when he was young, I came to live in this mountain for a while when I came out of Sansiyuan, and I met your mother here."

"Your mother was originally the young lady of the Su family at the bottom of the mountain, and it was your uncle who was the matchmaker. I became friends with your mother for a hundred years. After I got you, I changed my life to Shu Zihe and moved to Ya'er Village."

But Shu Sheng twitched the corners of his lips and smiled. He was thinking that his mother's promise to marry his father must be because of the scenery. It seems true.

Shu Qingli turned her head and saw her son smiling, she was slightly taken aback, straightened up and stretched out her hand to pinch Shu Sheng's cheek and pulled it: "Sheng'er, remember, do whatever you want to do in the future, don't be the last On the contrary, regret it, then there is no such thing as regret medicine."

Shu Sheng smiled helplessly: "That's not sure, why don't you teach me how to change my life?"

"Naughty again." Shu Qingli pretended to be serious, and tapped Shu Sheng's forehead with his fingers: "Your mother and I have worked so hard to keep you alive, so you don't let me worry?"

Shu Sheng couldn't laugh, rubbed his forehead and didn't speak.

Shu Qingli was helpless: "I didn't see how to cry when I was young, but how come the older I get, the easier it is to get emotional?"

"Who told you to be my father?" Shu Sheng muttered in a low voice.

After getting along for half a day, I found some feeling that my father was still alive. Shu Sheng felt that he couldn't help but want to rely on it. He missed it for too long. live.

The white cranes seemed to be affected by the atmosphere, so they stopped surrounding them and spread their wings to fly into the sky.

Shu Qingli put one hand on his eyebrows and looked up at the sky. Several big birds in the sky were circling around the sky above his head. Together with the cloud and mist on the top of the mountain, the evergreen pines and cypresses formed a beautiful picture.

Shu Sheng also raised his head, holding Shu Qingli's sleeve tightly with one hand, just like when he was a child.

……

Yin Xing knew that Yizhen was really good at kung fu, but he didn't expect it to be so good, with almost no flaws, thanks to the fact that the two of them didn't bring weapons, otherwise the fight would have been much more exciting.

Mu Qing, Shui Mu and the others wandered around the mountain for a long time, but they didn't see the shadow of the time dial. They started looking for it at the back of the mountain, but there are many houses in this temple, and they haven't found the front after searching for a long time.

The three of them had just slipped over from the backyard, wondering why there was no one in the temple, and occasionally they couldn't see anyone except two or three small paths, so the three of them felt something was wrong.

After another courtyard, the three of them were taken aback, and saw Yin Xing fighting with an old Taoist priest in the courtyard.

The leakage of internal energy stirred up the surrounding air, and the fight between the two was evenly matched, but if you look carefully, you can see that the old Taoist priest seems to be much more comfortable, and Yin Xing is a little more serious.

The three of them pushed back their dropped jaws and looked at each other—who is this?

They all shook their heads, I don't know, but Mu Chen was silent for a while, and said: "The head of Guanli."

Mu Qing clicked his tongue: "The kung fu is really good! Why haven't I heard of such a master in this border area before?"

Both Shui Mu and Mu Chen turned to look at him: "You are from the rivers and lakes, you don't even know that you asked us?"

Mu Qing rubbed her nose and chose to shut up, since she had never heard of it anyway.

After watching for a long time, the two who had fought in front stopped, and Yin Xing put his hands on his hips and panted, "Damn, it's really enjoyable!"

Yi Zhen smiled kindly: "King Yin is a master of kung fu, so don't be overly modest."

Yin Xing thought silently - don't bury me!

Mu Qing and others jumped down: "Master, why are you here?"

Yin Xing squinted at them, waved his hand and introduced Taoist Master Yizhen to them, only then did he realize that the bookworm was gone.

My heart skipped a beat, what about people?

Seeing his nervousness, Yi Zhen smiled: "Qing Li took him to the backyard, you go find it."

Yin Xing clasped his fists together and thanked him, took Mu Qing and the others to the backyard, and heard Yizhen say something in a daze, turned around to hear it clearly, but saw that the old man had gone far away.

Yin Xing rubbed his chin, but he didn't want to bother, it was important to go to the bookworm first.

In the crane garden in the backyard, Shu Sheng sat on the railing of the pavilion, looking up at the sky, and behind him stood a smiling Shu Qingli.

Yin Xing watched from a distance and felt that Shu Sheng should be very happy at this time.

The author has something to say: there were indeed some weird magic in ancient times, but now no one believes it