Panguan

My aunt was in a state of disbelief and was arresting people everywhere to confirm.

She looked around the crowd, first stopped at Xie Wen's place and said, Bingyangzi, don't you read a lot? Have you seen the seal left by Bu Ning?

When he heard it, he raised his eyes and saw Xie Wen standing beside him. His eyes dropped straight down. He stayed quietly on the formation stone for a moment and replied, I've seen it before.

Zhang Lan: Does he look like this?

Xie asked: Well, almost.

Zhang Yalin also finished the identification and said: It should be wrong, but the word 'North' is indeed a bit strange.

Xia Qiao carefully added: Why is the word 'North' left? Do you have any explanation?

It is said that it symbolizes the north in the four directions, and it also symbolizes his origin, coming from the north. Zhang Lan explained that she majored in spells, but her specialty was gossip, and she always opened her mouth when mentioning such things. Just come.

But after saying that, Wen Shi and Xie Wen glanced at him at the same time.

Zhang Lan was puzzled: What do you think I'm doing? That's what I said.

She was very calm, but suddenly became a little complicated when she heard it.

Over the years, he has rarely listened to these rumors, but it is inevitable that some will fall into his ears. It's okay that I didn't remember it before. It always sounded like there was a layer of fog between it and it was vague, like it was someone else's business that I didn't have anything to do with.

But it's different now.

When Zhang Lanyan talked about those rumors with certainty, the corresponding scenes would appear in his mind.

The person is that person, but the things are completely different.

…

When Wen Shi remembered that they were not too old at that time, they were more than ten years old, they had young minds and liked to talk about everything during their breaks in practice.

Zhong Si is a talkative person who can't stop talking. He can chat for a long time in various ways about any matter from the mountain to the mountain, which makes up for the reticence of Wen Shi.

Therefore, although there are only a few people living on the mountainside of Songyun Mountain, it is a lively place.

What topic started that day, I can’t remember clearly when I heard it.

I just remember that Zhong Si took a big bag of gravel and spread it on the stone table next to the practice table. While sweeping the dust off his clothes, he said to Bu Ning and Zhuang Ye: Here, the mountains are full of trees. I found all the more unique stones, it was very hard work——

When I heard this, I walked sideways from behind him, climbed up an old tree, used the overgrown branches as a couch, and sat down, hanging one long leg and leaning on the trunk of the tree to straighten the strings.

The eagle-like golden-winged roc circled over, landed on Wen Shi's shoulder, and took a bite on the back of Zhong Si's head.

Zhong Si covered his head and changed his words carelessly: Hey, I made a mistake just now. It was mainly me... and the puppets released by my junior brother who found them for you. Dapeng also wanted to help, but I didn't dare to let him do it. I’m afraid it will collapse the mountain and blind us.”

The golden-winged roc just stood still on Shi's shoulders and flapped its wings to grab him.

When he saw that it was good, he stopped and immediately held his head and said, The main thing is that I'm afraid that Master will know and think that we are not doing business and messing around.

When he heard it, he leaned against the tree trunk and said coolly: He already knows.

...

Zhong Si was obviously frightened.

Chen Bubuo was actually only strict when they were young, but when they got older, they never got involved in anything. They were even tolerant of everything and had a very good temper.

But he is born with a sense of distance, and ordinary people always dare not get close to him. Therefore, when several disciples saw him, they would remain silent, a little afraid, and act like if the master finds out, they will be finished in everything they do.

In fact, Chen Bubuo knows everything, and he hasn't seen any of them die.

Zhong Si hesitated for a few seconds, then returned to his playful nature. Standing still, he supported the table, pointed at the gravel with his chin, and said, Come on, my poor and sophisticated senior brother, pick something you like, and I'll put the rest back.

Zhuang Ye said: I'm not particular about it. I can just pick up a few rocks and set up a formation.

Zhong Sichong pursed his lips at Bu Ning: I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about this guy. We also have to pick copper plates, and we also have to pick stones. I really want to see what kind of flowers the stones can pick out.

Bu Ning said heh, glanced at him, took out a clean small cloth bag from his sleeve pocket, picked through the pair of gravels, and selected some round stones.

Wen Shi also took a glance, and there was nothing special about those stones except that they were fat and had some patterns.

Zhong Si was puzzled.

He pinched one and weighed it in his hand. Bu Ning slapped it away and asked, Why are they these? I haven't seen you taste them carefully. How did you choose them?

Bu Ning: Eye edge.

Zhong Si rolled his eyes exaggeratedly and collected the remaining gravel.

Bu Ning ignored him, picked up a small stick, and wrote a few words on the selected boulders.

Zhong Si stretched out his head and asked, What are you writing about?

Zhuang Ye explained from the side: Marks, although everything has a spirit, but stones with marks are more useful.

Oh, I understand. If you carve a name, it's yours, right? Zhong Si turned to read the seal left by Bu Ning, ...what are you drawing?

Bu Ning looked surprised: Are you illiterate?

Zhong Si said angrily: Fuck you, why didn't you say your writing was ugly? It looks like the character 北 to me, and I feel a little weird. Is it the character 北?

Bu Ning: No.

Zhong Si: That is?

Bu Ning: I made it.

Zhong Si: Then you think I can't read???