Cheng Qian: "Stick to the rules."

Han Yuan waved his hand: "What is love? Anyway, I'm going to Shanxué, are you going?"

Cheng Qian evenly spread out his "honest and honest" face to show Han Yuan, and said, "I dare not."

He refused without even thinking about it. Han Yuan was disappointed at first, and then a little disdainful - this kind of simple-minded little boy with developed limbs usually can't get used to Cheng Qian's "obedience" and only knows how to follow the steps of a "good" child.

"It was raised at home." Han Yuan licked Yahuazi and glanced at Cheng Qian unhappily.

As for Cheng Qian, he completely regarded his junior and younger brother as a mangy dog ​​with a worrying intelligence situation. He felt that all love and hatred for this person was a waste of affection, so he held up the teacup without any attitude.

Han Yuan glanced at him again, and for the sake of the earlier package of pine nuts, he gradually lost his temper. He carried a little pity of "mourning his misfortune, angering him indisputably", and a man full of stray dogs watching over house cats. Standing tall, he shook his head at Cheng Qian and sighed again: "The children who grew up at home are all made of porcelain."

In the preaching hall in the afternoon, Cheng Qian had already sensed the spirituality and hidden mystery of this mountain. At the same time, he also knew what Li Yun was thinking. Li Yun must have been curious about what was in the mountain xué on the 15th day of the first day of the first year, but refused to do it himself. Risking to foul the door, I probably planned to find a scapegoat for myself.

Han Yuan ate a late-night snack at Cheng Qian's place, and although he didn't persuade anyone, it wasn't all in vain. Cheng Qian, who was "made of porcelain", politely sent Han Yuan to the door, watched him leave, and waited to see what happened to the big head.

"What happens if you break the rules?" Cheng Qian thought casually, "Pick the board? Beat the palm of your hand? Copy the scriptures—if you copy the scriptures, it's no big deal."

But he did not expect that until the next day, Han Yuan did not come back.

The author has something to say: Note: "The great is passed away, the passing away is far, and the far is anti" "The five colors make people blind, the five sounds make people deaf, and the five flavors make people mouth-watering" - Tao Te Ching

☆, Chapter 11

Han Yuan is really lost.

The morning class was suspended that day. Master did not even pay attention to reciting his beloved scriptures. He and the Taoists dug the entire Fuyao Mountain three feet into the ground, but no one was found.

Cheng Qian actually hadn't figured out what the mountain was, and he didn't realize how serious the matter was at first. When the master asked, he happily told Han Yuan that he had been exploring the mountain with him the night before. .

As a result, Master's face changed at that time.

"Exploring the mountains in the fifteenth night?" Yan Zhengming, who was leaning against the stone table like mud, sat upright, "What kind of death is he looking for?"

Since the Daotong boy came to tell the master that Han Yuan was missing, Li Yun has been pretending to be indifferent until he heard Yan Zhengming's words, and he finally couldn't help raising his head, carrying a few words with him. Fen asked urgently, "Senior brother, what is the mountain xué on the fifteenth night?"

In fact, the so-called "mountain xué" refers to a small natural pond in the back mountain.

The door rules only said that it was forbidden to go on the syzygy night, and it did not say that it would not be allowed to go at other times. Li Yun had been there more than once during the day, but he had never seen any mystery in the pond.

Yan Zhengming turned to him, his brows slowly wrinkled: "Li Yun, I remember I didn't tell you, right? The mountain is connected to the back mountain group of demon valleys. Although the demon valley has a big demon guarding the gate, the moon phase on a synodic night. It is special, the stone gate is wide open, and the large and small monsters with poor cultivation and fierceness will inevitably become restless. In order to prevent accidents, this sect prohibits the disciples who have not yet completed their skills from wandering around in the mountains after these two nights. ."

Li Jun was stunned—Yan Zhengming did tell him when he was just starting to ask about Shanxué, but the guy's original words were not so well-founded at all. The original words were "What are you asking about Shanxué? Of course it is. Big monster, a little fat sheep like you, one bite is not enough to stick between your teeth, so don’t go around and deliver food to others.”

Heavens, this kind of nonsense like "If you don't sleep well, the old láng will take you away", who can hear it is actually true!

The next moment, Li Yun's face suddenly paled.

He was the one who sent Han Yuanzhi to the mountain. He really didn't have any good intentions. He deliberately lured Han Yuan to find the way for him, but he just thought that if he was caught and violated the rules, Han Yuan would be punished by his master for copying more for him. Just a few gates.

He never thought of killing Han Yuan, not at all!

Real Mu Chun walked a few times as if his feet were not touching the ground, then bent down and grabbed Cheng Qian's shoulder: "Did he say why he was going?"

Cheng Qian hadn't recovered from the shock - he was by no means much better than Li Yun, because he knew that he was not only a half insider, but also an insider waiting to watch the excitement.

Although he was a little indifferent and sharp, he was far from being vicious. If Han Yuan was dragged back by his master and beaten on the palm of his hand, he would definitely gloat in misfortune, but if Han Yuan's end was death...

Cheng Qian's hands and feet were cold, and after a long time, he struggled to find his voice under the watchful eyes of his master: "Junior brother said that people who are new to Xianmen can feel a sense of qi on the edge of the mountain in the middle of the night..."

Cheng Qian didn't confess Li Yun, because he felt that he was as despicable as Li Yun, and it would be shameless to talk to each other at this time.

It's a pity that things backfired, Cheng Qian's voice declined, and the heartless Young Master Yan had automatically completed his words.

"That clown and eight monsters don't even know what anger is," Yan Zhengming said indifferently, "I don't need to ask about this kind of thing, it must be Li Yun who told him."

Li Yun was suddenly poked into his guilty conscience, and in a panic, he instinctively stood up straight for a few minutes, and defended himself: "I... I'm just making a guess, and I didn't let him go to the mountain, who would know that he got started. Dare to openly violate the rules in just a few days..."

Yan Zhengming interrupted him coldly: "You still have the face to talk nonsense, Li Yun, it's not been a day or two that your mind has been wrong, don't think that if you hide behind and fan the flames, others won't know what you are talking about - as for I don't think there is any need to look for that clown and eight monsters, if he is dragged into the group of demons for a night, it will be too late to collect the corpse, and maybe even the bones and scum will be cleaned by something."

The first half of the sentence is nothing, anyway, it has been a day or two that they have not liked each other, but Yan Zhengming's second half sentence made Li Yun's face pale again.

Li Yun stood up abruptly, almost knocking over the ink on the table: "Master, I...I...I..."

He even said "I" three times, but nothing came out of "I".

Li Yun's mind was blank, and he had no idea for a while. Real Mu Chun's heavy eyes fell on him, and Li Yun couldn't help but avoid him - he neither had the courage to admit that he pushed Han Yuan away, nor did he have the courage to face it. To the fact that he may have killed his younger brother.

If he really had such courage, would he want to see Shan Xué go by himself long ago, would he still need to look around for a scapegoat?

However, cowardice may be a trap at a certain moment. If you step on the wrong foot, you will step into it. The frustration afterwards is almost unbearable for a teenager.

Li Yun's evasive eyes had nowhere to rest, and finally fell on Cheng Qian as if he was desperately ill and went to the doctor. He almost panicked and said to Cheng Qian: "Third Junior Brother, you heard, I... I didn't trick him into going to the mountains yesterday. Meaning, right? I didn't say let him go to the mountain, and I told him it was against the rules."

Cheng Qian buried his head deeply and didn't say a word. The words were too heavy and pressed firmly on his conscience, making him almost breathless.

Immortal Mu Chun had already stood up, and Li Yun shouted at a loss, "Master..."

But before he could say anything, Immortal Mu Chun seemed to be pulled out of thin air by something, and fell heavily back to the stone chair in a slumped posture.

The movement was a bit big, and even Yan Zhengming, who was busy arguing with Li Yun, turned his head back inexplicably: "Master, what's the matter with you."

Real Master Mu Chun didn't answer immediately. He didn't seem to know the pain in his buttocks, so he calmly adjusted his sitting position and waved his hand: "Let's just say a few words - Cheng Qian, you can get the old sandalwood material hanging over there. give me."

Cheng Qian didn't dare to delay, he trotted all the way, took down a half-foot square of the safety card hanging in the corner of the preaching hall, and handed it to the master. At the same time, he couldn't help but look at Mu Chun more.

I saw the real Mu Chun with his eyes down, sitting in front of the hall, it seemed no different from the past, but Cheng Qian was used to it, and he could hear the joy, anger, sorrow and joy when others made a sound. At this time, he looked at the master, although he said no. There is no reason, but always feel that there is something wrong with Master.

Even with a familiar face and a familiar sitting posture, his whole person was enveloped in an indescribable yīn sullenness.

Did Master make Han Yuan go crazy, or did he just hit his tailbone?

Without allowing Cheng Qian to ponder, Immortal Muchun suddenly pointed like a knife and slashed towards the old sandalwood. His hands were pale and old, covered with dry wrinkles, as thin as claws, but his fingertips seemed to be The cold spring is cold iron, condensing some kind of hostile aura.

Only then did Cheng Qian understand that people without a sense of anger can still feel the power of the spell, just to see who the spell came from. He took a step back abruptly, and was aroused by jittery skin.

Everyone present touched the incredible power in the process of forming the spell, and the entire Fuyao Mountain seemed to be disturbed by him, trembling for it. He looked down at Xincheng's spell condescendingly, his face was indescribably indifferent.

That's not the look of looking at a dead thing like wood, he looks like he is looking at a person, or a person with a bit of harshness and contempt.

"Come here." The real Mu Chun called his first disciple, but his usual procrastination tone was absent, and he seemed to be a person who had been in high position for a long time, making people instinctively unable to resist. Heart.

He gave the wooden sign to Yan Zhengming, who was stunned by the real power of the spell, and instructed: "Take this, go down the mountain to find Master Zipeng, and let her know the ins and outs, and ask her to help find someone—don't worry. , your younger brother is not cut off from the blood, it may not be eaten by the monsters in the mountain, but you have to act fast."