Panguan

"Isn't Master afraid that I'll use the wrong time?"

"You are gifted with a spiritual orifice, and you can understand it with just a little bit. You will know when it is time to use it."

Master was right, he really knew when it was time to use it.

But he would rather not have a spiritual aperture and not know.

At that moment, he even thought, if he suddenly decided to teach him this formation when he was about to go down the mountain, did he already foresee something...

Zhong Si used to squat on the high stone in front of the training platform, waving his index finger in a dawdly manner and said: "It is said that Master is proficient in formations, spells, and puppetry. I always feel otherwise—"

He always said that the master might be more talented than some nerdy seniors. He expected to see too many things early on, and everything was in his hands, or he was too lazy to think about it.

Zhong Si himself is the latter, and the most frequent sentence on his lips is "Water travels and boats sail, and watch as you go, don't force it to stay".

But that day, when he heard the word "seal", he said "no".

Later generations say that the ancestor Zhong Si was shallow and less persistent, and his life was free and easy. But no one knows how many times he said "no" that day.

No one knew how red the eyes of that person who was always smiling when he finally had to take the first talisman paper on the sealing formation.

In fact, he and Zhuang Ye wouldn't exhaust their spirits at all, because until the last moment, Chen Bubu did everything possible to suppress all that could be suppressed, and Shuangfeng's sword was bent inward.

The reason why they were hit hard was because at the end of the seal, when their thoughts were blurred. They subconsciously turned suppression into protection, and then inherited a bit of the effectiveness of the sealing formation.

It may be that the fog is too deep and the sea of ​​blood is winding. They always remember that day was overcast and rainy, the clouds were gloomy, and the whole world was gray and black.

Actually not.

At the last moment before the sea of ​​consciousness blurred, Chen Bu raised his eyes and looked up to the sky, just like the countless eyes he had once leaned against the door on the top of Songyun Mountain.

It was a rare clear night with the moon like a curved hook and the sky full of stars.

He seldom remembers the date, but he remembers that it was the first day of the twelfth lunar month.

It is the most lively time when thousands of households in the world start to hang lanterns to worship the gods. But he will remember that day not because of these, but because more than 20 years ago, on the first day of the twelfth lunar month, he brought back a person in a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

The man said to him one day many years later: "People at the foot of the mountain often mention my birthday. Someone asked me that day, and I said I was born on the first day of the twelfth lunar month."

In just one sentence, it suddenly became a concern for the future.

In fact, even if Wen Shi didn't return to Songyun Mountain that day, Chen Dao still planned to visit him. After all, it is a birthday, a day a year, and a lifetime is only a few decades. Who is willing to let that person live alone.

He wrote a note and agreed to go back.

Persevering, the wind and the moon are three thousand miles away, and the sky is not allowed to return.

Chapter 103: Great Gift

Shen Qiao asked a question before: Is there anything you can't let go of.

When I heard it, I thought that what I couldn't let go of was the spirit. Later, when he remembered some clips, he realized that what he couldn't let go of was the place guarded by his spirit form.

Now he finally understood that he was actually waiting for someone to go home.

He cooked a pot of fragrant tea with the snow that fell on the top of the mountain that year, and waited for the dust to come back, but only waited for Xiaozhao to wither in astonishment.

What he was waiting for was "I'm here to ask for tea" from the man, but what he really waited for was "Don't look back when you hear it" under the bloody mist of the seal formation.

Before that day, the first day of the twelfth lunar month was his birthday.

After that day, life and death are the same day.

Everything is thanks to the person in front of me. This bastard should bear all the evil consequences he created, even if he dies, he will not regret it! But he actually lived well for a thousand years.

Why?

"Why do you..."

Zhang Daiyue moved his lips when he saw Wen Shi in his blurred vision, and said this sentence softly.

I don't know why, compared to the person who was furious and shouted at him just now, the sudden silence at this moment frightened him even more, it was a bit creepy.

That calmness is like a layer of ice, thin and flat on top. You can see the madness of the surge under the ice, but you can't touch it.

It's as if the other person has made a decision and there's nothing you can do to make him change his mind.

This feeling is more frightening than anything else.

Zhang Daiyue was really flustered at this moment, but Wen Shi no longer looked at him, only lowered his eyes, and drew a puppet thread from between his fingers.

call--

The puppet thread cut through the strong wind and landed on him.

Unlike the previous ones that had given him excruciating pain, it was cold and light, slanting down from the right neck, around the bottom of the left shoulder near the heart.

It is rumored that when the ancestor heard about the puppet thread, he never paid attention to the order of the wrapping. As long as those seemingly ordinary threads were in his hands, they seemed to be extending from the spiritual phase.

But this time is different.

Those who understand the puppet art will understand at a glance that the starting point and landing point of this puppet thread are both particular, and the two bypassed places are spiritual related orifices, carefully and accurately.

"You—" The ancestor of the Zhang family couldn't move, his eyes followed the line around. When he spoke again, his voice had already started to tremble.

As soon as he said a word, the second puppet thread came down coldly, wound around his left wrist, and then wrapped around his forehead.

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