Rubbing his heart, Shen Yifei put down the stroke boy and rubbed his little head and asked: "Is Su Huanzhen right?"
"Su Huanzhen, who is it?"
The boy tilted his head and thought for a while, then an idea flashed, "Is the father talking about the little white dragon?"
"Little White Dragon?" What the hell? Are you just playing in the West to learn scriptures?
Learn from the west?
Shen Yifei frowned as if he thought of something, so he bent down and touched Tongzi's head, smoothed his messed up hair, and said kindly: "Tong'er, what have you encountered during this time?
Tell me."
Bihua Tongzi thought for a while and began to tell the story of the causes and consequences of his encounter with Su Huanzhen and what happened next.
"I originally planned to go home to pay homage to Master, but on the way I met Xiaobai...Uncle Su Huanzhen, and saw him holding a monkey...man... on a rope.
.Then we met a strange monk in red, and then we..."
After Bihuatongzi's intermittent narration, Shen Yifei roughly understood what they had done. Combining the plot in his memory, he could sum it up in one sentence: Su Huanzhen released the human dragon Qitianbian who was pinned down by the spiritual healer at the foot of the mountain.
During the monkey training process, he was encountered by Bi Zhuozi.
Because he gave the boy a nickname at will, the boy named Bi was accidentally involved and played the role of Tang Monk in this journey to the west.
Finally they met Tathagata, also known as Zu. As for what Su Huanzhen talked with Zu and what scriptures he obtained, Bihua Tongzi couldn't tell clearly. After all, he was still a child and he just felt it was fun to participate.
Didn't pay too much attention.
Has Zhen appeared? Should we lead him to solve the problem of Bodhi in Shenjian Lake?
Shen Yifei looked at the colorful and dangerous direction and shook his head secretly. (PS: He thought this direction was the direction of the Sea of Swords.)
Forget it, Shenjian Lake is mixed with Buddhist calculations, and rash intervention may make the situation go another way. It's better to let nature take its course.
Anyway, the situation is now under control, and he has his own plan to deal with the King of Hell. The affairs of Buddhism have nothing to do with me, right?
After hearing what happened, Shen Yifei pondered for a while and then asked: "What's next for you? Do you want to go back?"
Hearing this, the boy Bi Hua showed some struggling expression. Due to his blood relationship, he was naturally close to Shen Yifei, and he missed him a little after being apart for many days.
Then the boy gritted his teeth and fixed his eyes, "I still have to go back and tell Master and Sister Xianfeng that I'm safe."
"By the way, that weird monk gave us a piece of wood when we were studying for scriptures. Xiaobai...Uncle Su Huanzhen said it was a good thing. Father, look at it." The boy Bi Shua took out a piece of charcoal-like stuff.
, raised high.
Shen Yifei took a closer look and found that the object seemed familiar, so he reached out and took it.
As soon as Kuroki passed his hand, a chill rushed through the palm of his hand to the sky. He felt that his soul had been sublimated, and the fatigue of running around for many days was dispelled in this moment.
Shen Yifei immediately remembered that this was the same as the soul-nourishing wood recorded in the classics. The black wood was like charcoal, cool to the touch, and had the effect of nourishing the soul and gathering the soul.
"Tong'er, you have made great achievements."
Putting away the soul-nurturing wood, Shen Yifei picked up the stroke boy and kissed him hard on the face.
In this way, the soul-nurturing wood and ghost stones have been collected, and the next step is to raise the soul-summoning altar to resurrect the sword ghost.
"Finally caught up with you."
While the father and son were talking, two beautiful figures broke in. Cui Luohan pulled Lin Ruomei there.
"Hey, Tong'er is here too?"
Cui Luohan was a little surprised when she saw Bi Shu Tongzi. When she was on the stage, most of her attention was on Shen Yifei's expression when he saw her on stage, and she didn't pay much attention to other audience members.
"Quick, sister, give me a hug."
Lin Ruomei held the boy in her arms and rubbed his chubby little face.
"Woooooo~"
The stroke boy began to struggle. Apparently Lin Ruomei didn't realize how unbearable her proud figure was for a child.
Shen Yifei glanced at it and stopped paying attention. He stepped forward and took Cui Luohan's hand and asked: "I knew you could find the mark I left for you. How are you lately..."
With Shang Qingyi's communication 2.0, how could Shen Yifei not know how Cui Luohan was doing, but he couldn't help but ask after not seeing each other for so long.
Lin Ruomei on the side saw that the two had not seen each other for a long time. She was considerate and knew that the couple had many private things to say, so she silently left the place with the boy in her arms, leaving space for the two of them.
"It's still the same as before. Fortunately, the outcome of the Three Kings Battle was satisfactory. During this time, the situation was quite peaceful. I was able to take the opportunity to ask for leave from the chairman and go out for a walk." Cui Luohan leaned into Shen Yifei's arms and said with a smile.
Cui Luohan then told Shen Yifei what happened to Lun Jianhai after leaving, and the embarrassing incident of Bu Yuanting being urged by Lun Qingcheng and others to allocate funds but could not get the money.
Shen Yifei couldn't help but laugh when he imagined Lun Qingcheng chasing Buyuanting to collect debts.
"Isn't it true that I have become a deadbeat, and I am already a step ahead of my old age?"
At the same time, Shen Yifei also told Cui Luohan some things about Hongmian, such as the character of Guifang Chiming, the relationship between Qiyuan, and his family in Hongmian.
Cui Luohan was surprised after hearing this. After saying this, the man and woman began to talk in person, expressing their love for each other.
The two of them did not notice it while they were farming. A pair of eyes looked at them coldly from the dark, the cold light was fascinating.
"Okay, it's getting late, don't keep Ruomei and Tong'er waiting." Before Shen Yi could move his hands or feet, Cui Luohan pushed him away and walked in the direction where Ruomei left.
Shen Yifei secretly thought it was a pity and hurriedly chased after him. Side by side, they saw Lin Ruomei and Bihua Tongzi under a tree.
At this time, the two of them were sitting cross-legged opposite each other under a pine nut tree, playing the childish trick of patting each other.
Seeing the two coming, Lin Ruomei stopped the game and picked up the boy with a smile and said hello to Shen Yifei.
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Waving his hands, Lin Ruomei continued as the two approached, "Just now Tongcai Tong'er said he wanted to go back to Confucianism to pay homage to his master. Why don't you let me escort him back?"
"It's really not reassuring for Tong'er to go on the road alone. Let me come too," Cui Luohan said.
"this......"
Lin Ruomei hesitated for a moment. Her original intention was to let the two of them spend more time together, but she didn't expect that Cui Luohan also wanted to come together. She didn't know what to say for a moment.
Anyway, Su has really been lost again, why don't we go over there and take a look, and also try to rip off the old gangster who stole melons. Shen Yifei thought for a while and said, "Then I'll come too."
Cui Luohan rolled her eyes at him.
"It's thundering, it's raining, let's go home and have dinner... It's thundering, it's raining, it's time to go home and have dinner..."
At this moment, a figure walked past a few people on authentic dragon-walking steps. The movement was so fast that in the blink of an eye only the back was left.
"It's so true."
Shen Yifei subconsciously moved his feet slightly. He looked at Cui Luohan and then at Su Huanzhen's back, feeling hard to make a decision.
"Go ahead, we will send Tong'er to meet his master and then send a message to find you." Cui Luohan said softly.
"Feel sorry."
Before he could say more, Shen Yifei transformed into a cicada, put a person into his sword, and turned into a sword light and flew away.
This time, nothing can be done to make Su Huanzhen slip away.
After Shen Yifei left, Cui Luohan said to the two of them: "Let's go too, Tong'er, you lead the way."
"Yeah, sister, let's go this way." Bihua Tongzi stretched out his little finger in Lin Ruomei's arms and pointed in a direction.
The three of them headed in the direction towards Confucianism and the World, and they came out of the forest not long after walking.
As soon as I came out of the forest, I heard the sound of the piano rising, and thick water vapor rose and condensed into fog. In just a moment, the surrounding area was enveloped in white mist.
The music is sad and quiet, with a faint sense of solemnity.
"The atmosphere is not right."
Cui Luohan stopped and looked towards the direction where the sound of the piano was coming from with her almond-shaped eyes. Lin Ruomei also had a look of caution on her face as she hugged the boy.
Through the white mist, Cui Luohan vaguely saw the outline of a boat harp and the figure playing the harp.
"Pretend to be a ghost."
Cui Luohan rolled up her sleeves and swept away, and a strong wind blew up out of thin air and blew away the white mist around her. The mist dissipated, revealing a dignified beauty in red.
It's her! Cui Luohan was slightly surprised when she saw the appearance of the person coming. She didn't ask, but she listened.
"Beautiful aunt."
"Aunt Beauty? Tong'er, do you recognize this person?" Lin Ruomei lowered her head and looked at the strokes of Tongzi in her arms.
"Previously, my father...Brother Shen was in danger, and Aunt Meiren came to the rescue." It seems that he inherited Shen Yifei's habit of giving nicknames to others, and the Bihua boy also gave She Tianqinji a "Beauty"
Aunt's title.
Breaking free from Lin Ruomei's arms, the Bihua boy ran toward She Tian Qin Ji with his calves.
Seeing that Bi Hua Tongzi seemed to be familiar with him, Cui Luohan breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that he was not an enemy.
Lin Ruomei also thought that the other party was a friend rather than an enemy, so she did not stop the boy from running towards him. Although this woman looked very cold, at this moment both women thought that she was born like this.
The next moment, She Tian's gesture of playing the piano changed, and a powerful sound of the piano broke away and shot towards the short stroke boy.
The Bihua boy who was running towards Shentian's Qinji didn't know it, but he ran into Yinqi head-on.
"Children beware."
The incident happened suddenly, and Lin Ruomei only had time to warn her before she heard a boom, which lifted the boy up high, and then suddenly fell to the ground.
Snapped!
The boy fell into a reed, motionless, his life or death unknown.
"Tong'er!"
"hateful!"
Two sounds of "child" and one sound of "hateful", Cui Luohan's sharp sword reached out and stabbed the person in front of her.
Lin Ruomei jumped into the reeds and picked up the boy, calling out with concern.
"Tong'er, Tong'er..."
During the battle, She Tian Qin Ji frowned slightly when he saw Cui Luohan abandoning his qin and wielding his sword.
Sensing the edge of the opponent's sword, She Tian Qin Ji quickly plucked the strings with both hands. The tune of the piano suddenly changed, and a murder was hidden in the strings.
The sonic energy was like a tidal wave, hitting Cui Luohan one after another, making it difficult for her to approach.
With a warrior's sensitivity to the battle situation, Cui Luohan knew that it would be difficult to hurt the opponent if he couldn't get close, so without any hesitation, he released his superior sword style.
"Taichong. Martial needle."
The Nine Heavens Spiritual Sword soared into the sky, the huge sword energy condensed, and an enlarged version of the Spiritual Sword appeared in the sky above the battle. The Spiritual Sword tilted like a sky-kun hanging upside down and struck the Heaven-absolving Qinji.
Facing the top swordsman's extreme moves, She Tian Qin Ji remained expressionless and used them casually.
When~
The four-bed boat harp made a sound of strings being stretched, one string shocked the sky, and the sound of the harp turned into razor blades like thousands of threads.
The sword light and the sharp blade collided with each other, and there was a loud bang as the last shot collided.
Cui Luohan was shocked by the aftershock and took a few steps back. The corners of her mouth turned red, and at the same time, she took out the Nine Heavens Spiritual Sword.
The sword flew, the sound stopped, the surroundings were silent, there was only one sound.
"Tong'er, Tong'er..."
Lin Ruomei kept inputting Yuan Gong into Bihuatongzi and called out again and again, trying to wake him up. However, no matter how she called, the boy in her arms seemed to be dead and there was no response.
The shouts caused the two people in the battle to be distracted at the same time.
Shetian Qinji looked at Lin Ruomei who was calling urgently, and the doubts in her eyes flashed across her eyes. She had seen the boy's behavior before, and she hadn't hit the doll hard just now, so why did it look like it had been severely injured.
Cui Luohan felt a pain in her heart when she saw this scene.
"Come die."
Raising his hand, the Nine Heavens Spiritual Sword inserted into the tree trunk trembled slightly before breaking away and flying back to Cui Luohan's hand.
Recalling the spirit sword, Cui Luohan ignored her injuries and flew forward to press against She Tian Qin Ji.
She Tian Qin Ji suddenly came to his senses and found that Cui Luohan was already within ten steps of him, but saw that her expression remained unchanged before she plucked the strings.
The flowing sound comes one after another, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in a blink of an eye, the returning wind blows in all directions, and the nine winds and clouds are played in an instant.
The sound of the piano stirred up the sound waves in the four fields, and turned into a human figure to intercept Cui Luohan's offensive.
The light of the sword catches the rain quickly, the killing battle shocks the surrounding areas, there is a Shura field in the music, the music of the sword separates the life and death battle.
"Taiyuan. Kunzhen."
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Two screams sounded at the same time, but the result was that the sound of the piano broke the music of the sword, and the jade hands became red again.
The pink figure flew upside down in the air, bursting out together with the previous injuries, sprinkling a large amount of bright red in the air.
She Tian stopped playing the qin, pressed his hands on the strings, and the sound suddenly stopped.
Looking at Cui Luohan who was flying backwards, She Tian Qin Ji had an indifferent expression on her face, without any emotion in her eyes.
"The finale."
The jade fingers gently pick up the strings, and the Ji Tian Qin Ji absorbs the Qin with Yuan Gong, turning the surrounding wind and clouds on one string.
"Don't even think about it."
At some point, Lin Ruomei came to Cui Luohan. It turned out that she found that the boy couldn't wake up and saw that Cui Luohan was injured. After placing the boy, she switched to combat mode and came to help Cui Luohan fight off the enemy.
Lin Ruomei held the seriously injured Cui Luohan with one hand and held the chopping knife in the other hand, looking intently at the sound wave that was about to hit.
Looking at the two girls, She Tian Qin Ji showed a slight disdain in the corners of his eyes. He loosened his fingers and a frenzied sound wave poured out.
"Ruomei...sister...you are no match for this person, take Tong'er...and leave quickly."
At the time of crisis, Cui Luohan pushed Lin Ruomei away and stood up to suffer alone.
When the deadly sound of killing struck, there was only a bang, and a golden light appeared in front of Cui Luohan. It bounced for a moment, breaking the air waves of the piano sound.
"There is no ink in the empty space, and the inscription shows the divine light; one stroke spans the ages, and one stroke spans all directions."
The majestic poem trumpet sounded, and in the golden light, a young man holding a luxury pen and carrying a painting of mountains and rivers was seen. He was dressed in gold and had blond hair. His eyes were filled with light and restrained. His handsome features were quite similar to someone's, and there was a faint trace between his eyebrows.