Lin Qingbai had seen the imprint of flames before.

There is a flame mark on the back of Demon Emperor Yan Qiusi's neck.

When each generation of Demon Emperor succeeds to the throne, he will experience the scorching fire.

Similarly, when the Demon Emperor took the monster into his seat, the mark would also appear on the monster's body, and now the mark is on the puppy.

Xi An bent down and looked at the position Lin Qingbai was pointing at.

"Master, what's wrong with this?" Xi An asked.

"..."

Lin Qingbai didn't know what to say, so he said after a while, "This is his pattern? It's very strange."

Xi An also seemed to find it very novel, put the puppy on the seat, and rubbed the red hair on the puppy's chest back and forth with the other hand.

After a while, he raised his head with a smile, raised his hand and said to Lin Qingbai, "Master, this is the blood on the puppy's body, look."

Lin Qingbai looked over again, and sure enough, that mark had long since disappeared from the puppy's body.

That should be my mistake.

Thinking about it, think it is impossible, how could a mortal stray dog have the mark of the Demon Emperor.

Thinking of this, Lin Qingbai closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief.

Ever since he saw the monster that day, his whole body was like a tight string, which would break anytime and anywhere.

But after thinking about it, it should be accidental that monsters can fall into the mortal world.

Moreover, although the monsters are powerful, they need the support of the devil energy all the time. The monsters that have fallen into the mortal world are neither in the devil world nor by the side of the devil emperor. It will not be long before their own devil energy is exhausted, and they will die.

It's nothing to worry about.

Seeing Lin Qingbai's silence, Xi'an picked up the puppy again, one person and one dog, with two pairs of bright black eyes staring at Lin Qingbai without blinking.

"Can I raise it, Master?" Xi An asked again.

"If you want to raise it, you can raise it."

Received Lin Qingbai's reply, Xi An was very excited.

Like a puppy, he rushed to Lin Qingbai's side wagging his tail, and wanted to sit next to Lin Qingbai, but bumped into Lin Qingbai's knee without any seriousness.

Lin Qingbai frowned in pain, and took a soft breath.

Seeing that Lin Qingbai was in pain, Xi An immediately put his hand on Lin Qingbai's calf, and said softly, "Master, I didn't do it on purpose."

Then Xi An sat beside him, lowered his head, and rubbed Lin Qingbai's calf with his uninjured hand.

Next to it was a little white dog, excitedly wanting to jump on Xi An's body, but Xi An pushed it away again and again, and continued to rub Master's legs.

Xi An raised his head and asked Lin Qingbai: "Master, will this dog be called Xiaobai from now on?"

The child's name is straightforward, and the white hair is called Xiaobai.

Lin Qingbai couldn't help but smiled and said, "It's up to you."

Xi An's eyes were extraordinarily bright in the darkness, he turned around and looked at the dog, and said in a low voice, "That's Xiaobai."

Xiaobai is a monster.

When Xi'an came to the mortal world, he had no mana, and all he had was the blood of the demon clan.

Back then, the ancestors of the demon clan fought everywhere, mainly relying on the power of monsters to conquer the country, but there were too many types of monsters, some were huge in size, and some could only swim in water, which was inconvenient for long-distance travel, so the ancestors laid down in the blood of demons.A spell.

Any monster that drank the devil's blood automatically recognized its master, and could turn into anything according to the master's wishes.

"The raspberries are out of season, so why are you going to the back mountain tonight?" Lin Qingbai asked softly after such a fuss.

Xi An's smile faded in an instant, he frowned and thought about it, and answered without changing his expression: "Master, yesterday the young master of the Qin Mansion showed me his newly acquired sword..."

Lin Qingbai didn't understand why, so he gave a beck and motioned him to continue.

"He is holding a sword and wants to compete with me, but I don't have a weapon... I thought about going to the mountains tonight to see if I could find a good wood to make a wooden sword. If I can beat QinXiao Wu, so Qin Xiaowu won't dare to look down on me."

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Xi An's face is full of anger.

Lin Qingbai was silent.

It is also common for little boys to fight and fight, but Xi An has always wanted to learn martial arts, and Lin Qingbai knows it.

This kind of six or seven-year-old boy is most reluctant to study when he can't sit still. He only envies those who are strong in martial arts with horses and swords. For this matter, Xi An carefully mentioned it to Lin Qingbai several times, but every timeThey were all rejected by Lin Qingbai.

Nothing else, just two points.

One is that Xi An is still young, and practicing martial arts too early can easily damage his body.

The second is that it is more dangerous to follow martial arts than to follow literature.

Lin Qingbai has experienced too many battlefields in his previous life, and seen too many people who fell under the sword.

It's fine for Lin Qingbai to be fearless, but he is always selfish to Xi'an, he doesn't want his little apprentice to experience these dangers too.

Lin Qingbai asked in a low voice: "An'er, what do you want to do in the future?"

Xi An's eyes lit up immediately, and he said, "Master, I want to be a great general."

"Why do you want to be a general?"

"A majestic general! The last time you took me to see General Chu returning to the court, he was wearing a shiny armor, sitting on a big horse, followed by many soldiers, and the people were throwing flowers at him. He is a big man.Hero, I want to be like him too."

Xi An said that he was dancing with arms and legs, and he almost jumped up when he raised his leg. Lin Qingbai raised his hand and pressed his shoulder, looked at him coldly and asked, "That's all?"

"Well...not all of them." Xi An scratched his head and said falteringly: "When I grow up, I still want to protect Master. If I am very skilled in martial arts and become a general, I will definitelyThen you can protect Master..."

Lin Qingbai lowered his eyes, and fell into a rare silence again.

After a while, Lin Qingbai raised his eyes, and said lightly, "I'll give you what you want, so let's go practice martial arts tomorrow."

After Lin Qingbai finished speaking, he didn't look at Xi An's stunned expression, as if he had promised Xi An an apple.

"Really, Master?!"

Lin Qingbai ignored Xi An, he turned his head to look out the window, and said, "Knee."

Xi An immediately moved his little hand to Lin Qingbai's knee and rubbed it, looking very cute.

"Master, is this the pain?"

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After getting the master's order, Xi An lowered his head again, and continued to massage more seriously.

Lin Qingbai looked at him for a while, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

Eight years later.

In the eighth year of Kuangyuan, the sixth day of the first month.

The New Year is the busiest time in Beijing, the streets are full of firecrackers, and dragon and lion dancers gather in the downtown area.

The sixth day of the first lunar month is Xi'an's fourteenth birthday.

Lin Qingbai didn't like the noise in the capital, so he took a group of people from the house to the temple early in the morning on the sixth day of the sixth day.

Xi'an grew up without a father or a mother, so he doesn't remember his own name, and he doesn't remember when his birthday is.

So the day Lin Qingbai brought him home was considered Xi'an's birthday.

The carriage of the Wangfu stopped at the foot of the mountain.

Eight years ago, Lin Qingbai picked up Xi'an here.

At that time, Lin Qingbai had just transmigrated into the human world, and encountered a famine.

It was the cold winter, and a large number of refugees poured into the imperial city, gathered in front of the temple, and prayed for the protection of the Buddha.

Lin Qingbai had just recovered from a serious illness, so he took people to give porridge outside the temple, and happened to see some children fighting.

It was snowing heavily, and several of the older children kept kicking one of the children's body. The strikes were neither serious nor heavy, and they cursed: "Thief! Let you steal!"

"You deserve to starve to death!"

"I bother!"

The child was dressed in rags, curled up in the snow and silently endured punches and kicks, his thin shoulders kept shaking, and he was about to be smashed.

Lin Qingbai didn't like talking with people, so she ordered a maid to deal with this matter, and watched from a distance through the snowy sky.

The servant girl scolded the beating child and asked the child, "They said you

Steal, what did you steal?"

The child was wearing too thin clothes, his lips were black from the cold, and he couldn't even speak. He shook his little hands and took out half a dirty bun from his arms.

But even so, the child was still held in his hand like a treasure, and his big eyes looked around timidly, for fear of being snatched away.

Lin Qingbai couldn't bear it, so he ordered his servants to bring him some thick clothes and meaty fresh meat buns.

Unexpectedly, the child took the buns and didn't gobble them up like ordinary refugees, or kneel on the ground and kowtow to beg for more.

He just turned his head and looked at Lin Qingbai through the many figures on the road.

Lin Qingbai was standing under the gate of the temple to avoid the snow. The distance was very far, and the snowflakes were flying. He didn't expect the child to look at him at all.

He looked away lightly, propped up the oil-paper fan, and stepped down the steps to go down the mountain.

Unexpectedly, that child followed behind Lin Qingbai.

Lin Qingbai walked all the way, and he followed him not far or near.

When Lin Qingbai turned his head, the child was standing not far away.

He stood barefoot in the snow with a pair of feet, his feet were purple and swollen from the cold, and his face was beaten so hard that he couldn't see his face clearly, leaving only a pair of black dazzling eyes looking at Lin Qingbai.

Lin Qingbai sighed softly and said, "It's snowing outside, come here."

The child's eyes lit up, and he immediately ran to Lin Qingbai's side.

Lin Qingbai tilted the oil-paper umbrella in his hand towards the child, and raised his hand to brush away the wind and snow on his shoulders.

Later, Lin Qingbai took the child home, took him in as a disciple, and named him Xi'an.

Hope he can live a safe life.

 …

It snowed heavily last night, and the road was fluffy and white.

Lin Qingbai's white cloth boots creaked as they stepped on the snow.

He asked Hongyue beside him: "How long has Xi'an not been home?"

Hongyue did the math and said, "It's been two months, my lord."

Lin Qingbai lowered his eyes and asked again: "Will he come today?"

Hongyue looked at Lin Qingbai's face, and said for a while: "Go back to the lord, Master Xi'an said that he is very busy these days...I might not be able to come."

Lin Qingbai's complexion was really ugly. He took two steps forward in silence, suddenly flicked his sleeves, and said in a cold voice: "If you don't come, then don't come! Today is his birthday, if you don'tCome to the temple and save the trouble of setting up."

Although he said this out of anger, when it was time for lunch, Lin Qingbai still sat at the table and watched.

You can't eat big fish and meat in the temple, but Lin Qingbai also found good meals made by someone, all of which are Xi'an's favorites.

Lin Qingbai didn't eat, and the servants didn't dare to persuade him. Looking at the food on the table all by himself, Lin Qingbai leisurely gave birth to the illusion that the child would never go home when he grew up.

He had no appetite, and only had two quick bites for lunch.

When it was time for dinner, Lin Qingbai sat at the dining table again like noon, without moving his chopsticks for a long time, and his face was even uglier than at noon.

Now the servant next to him didn't even dare to speak, he didn't even dare to catch his breath.

Seeing that the sun outside was about to set, Lin Qingbai said in a deep voice: "Red Moon."

Hongyue was startled, and quickly stood up to answer: "My lord."

"What does Xi An do every day now?"

Where did Hongyue know what Master Xi An was doing every day, she replied tremblingly: "Young master... I practice martial arts diligently every day, and I don't want to disappoint the prince."

Lin Qingbai remained silent for a while, and finally he lowered his eyes, picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and began to eat.

Just as Hongyue breathed a sigh of relief, she saw that Lin Qingbai hadn't finished his mouthful of rice, and threw the bowl and chopsticks on the table with a bang.

Hongyue widened her eyes in fright.

With a sullen face, Lin Qingbai stood up from the table and strode out of the hall without saying a word. The door of the hall was slammed shut with a bang.

The house was silent for a long time, my servant

You look at me and I look at you, and it took a long time before I recovered.

Hongyue came back to her senses and hurriedly chased her out.

She ran outside the hall and saw Lin Qing standing with his hands behind his back under the long corridor outside the hall, his body was thin, his clothes were blown up by the wind, his eyes were fixed on the position of the courtyard gate, and he looked a little lonely.

Hongyue stood still and scratched her head, racking her brains to think of what to say now to persuade Lin Qingbai to eat.

At this moment, there was a familiar sound of horse honking outside the courtyard gate.

Seeing Lin Qingbai's body pause, Hongyue's frozen face instantly melted.

He raised his foot and took two steps outside the courtyard, but felt that something was wrong, so he stopped his foot suddenly, stood there and waited quietly.

Not long after, a handsome young man walked in.

The boy was tall and tall, dressed in a blue robe, with a face like a jade crown, a silver-trimmed hair crown on his head, his high hair fluttering in the wind, and a blue and white saber across his waist.

His dark eyes were like night stars, they lit up when he saw Lin Qingbai, and he strode towards Lin Qingbai.

"Master, I'm late."