Panguan

This day is the same as the day when the sealing formation fell...

There are many illusions in the formation, and weeds are everywhere. The sea of ​​blood is winding for eight hundred miles, and rotten trees are overgrown.

He knelt down and kissed Hong Chen.

Chapter 81 Awakening

The psychic fragments entered the body again, still causing people to suffer.

Like the last time, when I heard it, I felt that I had been in a drowsy sleep for a long time, and I remembered many things in my dream.

He dreamed that he was going back and forth under Songyun Mountain over and over again, but rarely actually went up the mountain. The village at the foot of the mountain is close to the official road, and there is a post station on the side of the road, with horse-holding posts and tea and wine stalls. Sometimes he passed by in a hurry, and sometimes he would ask for a pot of tea to sit for a while at the tea and wine stand.

The stall owner is a very nice old man, with a bright smile, he can chat with anyone for a long time, even the one that looks frosty when he smells it.

The fly in the ointment is that the old man is a lame man.

Some ignorant people often made fun of his legs and feet, but the old man was not annoyed, he would always laugh and hiss and say that once a big rock fell from the mountain, his lame legs could run faster than anyone else.

If Wen Shi happened to be there, it wouldn't take long to freeze those non-talking things away. The old man will fill him with a pot of tea with a smile and chat about some interesting things recently.

He could always catch traces of Songyun Mountain and the person on the mountain in those things.

Later, when he lost all his spirit, lost all his memory, and had only a body, he subconsciously went back to Songyun Mountain.

It's just that the mountain is gone, and the village is gone. There is only one post station standing alone on the side of the official road, with a wild forest behind it.

Wen Shi stood at the place where the tea stand used to be, looking at the wild forest, he felt that this place seemed familiar, but he raised his foot, and was at a loss as to where to go.

It was a wild child like a beggar who hissed before he came back to his senses.

The child crawled out from the grass behind the post station, still clutching dry rations that had been stored for an unknown number of days. He walked around Wenshi twice, hesitantly took a small piece from the poor ration, handed it over and said, "You can't find a home either?"

The little beggar said that his grandfather was crippled, and when he was old, he fell down once, and he died not long after. He was young and didn't remember the way. He walked around the woods countless times, but he couldn't find where his home was, so he became a wild child.

Later, the little beggar became Wen Shi's apprentice.

There are different stories about this apprentice in later generations. Some people said that he was the child of an old friend who heard about it. He was appointed as an apprentice right after he was born, but his fate was unlucky. Within two years, his master was folded into the sealing formation. Fortunately, he was very talented, and he lived up to the name of Wen Shi's apprentice. When he was thirteen or fourteen years old, he finally appeared on the name chart, so Wen Shi's line was passed on in a single line.

This apprentice has a completely different personality from Wen Shi's, but he is a bit like Zhong Si back then, and it may be the nature inherited from his grandfather.

Wen Shi couldn't talk here, so he went all over the world to find people to chat with. After the chat, he came to ask Wen Shi, what did the patriarch who everyone kept secret look like, and did he have a portrait?

It was late summer and early autumn of a certain year, and it rained continuously at night, falling on the trees outside the house with a rustling sound, which always reminded people of the sound of rain in the mountains.

When I heard it, I dipped my pen in the ink, stood in front of the table, stared at the slightly shaking candle lamp and thought for a long time, but I couldn't remember what that person looked like.

No matter how hard he tried, he could only remember a vague mask, half good, half evil, half ghost, half immortal. There are also scarlet robes and a bouquet of white plum blossoms.

He put together a picture and wanted to write his name next to it, but he ended up writing the word "thank you".

The apprentice was stunned and asked him why he wrote this word.

He couldn't answer, and stood there silently and blankly.

A drop of ink fell from the pen, landed on the word "thank you" with a bang, and turned into a wet ball in a blink of an eye.

When I heard it, my heart suddenly emptied, and I woke up at that moment.

When he opened his eyes, he heard his apprentice ask him in the residual dream: It is so painful to come and go in Wuxiangmen once, why bother to suffer this kind of pain.

He said: If you lose something, you can't get it back and you won't be relieved.

The apprentice asked: What did you lose?

He looked at his empty body, thought for a long time and said: My spirit.

***

When I smelled it, I opened my eyes and saw a wooden beam hanging high on the roof. I could tell it was made of pine by the smell alone.

Then, he saw the familiar branches and the bird racks hanging from the branches.

The bird stand was empty, shaking gently in the wind, as if a moment ago, there was a palm-sized golden-winged roc standing on it, but it suddenly spread its wings and flew out of the door.

This is... his room on the top of Songyun Mountain.

He stared blankly at the swaying bird stand, not knowing what was going on and what was going on for a moment.

Until a surprised voice came from the side: "Brother, are you awake?!"

It's Xia Qiao.

Blinking his eyes when he heard it, he suddenly came back to his senses.

He sat up from the bed, Xia Qiao hurried over to help and brought a cup of tea, but he raised his hand to block it.

"Where's the person?" His voice was deep and hoarse when he heard it, and the words didn't start or end.

Xia Qiao froze for a moment, before he could answer, another voice came in: "Master is in his own room next door, withering and retreating, but the speed is a little slow, and he has not opened his eyes yet."

It was Bu Ning who spoke, and he was still using Zhou Xu's body, but he was familiar with the entire Songyun Mountain. He wrapped his hands with a cloth towel, brought a pot of boiling medicine, put it on the table, and kept saying: "Zhong Si and Zhuang Yeling are in love with each other."

The damage was serious, so I set up a formation to support them. As for the Golden-winged Roc..."