Chapter 10: Dead no proof

Under the quiet night of Changchun Peak, the evening wind blew, and the sound of Linhai waves came from not far away.
Meng Xueli and his friends stood by the pond, also remembering the past.
The moonlight spilled into the pool water, reflecting the whirling tree shadows, and the flowers and thin leaves seemed to sway in the water.
The three koi swim carefree, unknowingly beneath the sand, hiding a magical soldier that the world wants.
The day Meng Xueli begged Ji Xiao to save her life, the wind and the snow were heavy, and she said all the good things in her life. He did not have the stiffness not to bend down for Wu Dou Mi, but to die unyieldingly. In front of life and death, his waist was very soft.
Ji Xiao is his last lifeline.
Hiding in Ji Xiao's big cloak, all the dangerous smoke disappeared, leaving only a warm embrace, like the lake in the spring afternoon.
Later they have never been so close. When he was healed, Ji Xiao was a cold, indifferent Jianzun again.
Que Xianming asked: "Guess he has a sword to keep you, is there a basis?"
Meng Xueli said frankly: "After I recovered from my injury, I began to practice the human race. Three days of breathing into the body, the first period of the gas refining period in January, during that time Ji Xiao always frowned. I guess it was too fast. Annoyed him ... "
Que Xianming looked at him with silly eyes: "So you suppressed the cultivation, and spent three years in the gas refining period?"
In fact, after being reincarnated as a human, Meng Xueli still retains the fighting instinct of the demon clan, and has his own unique understanding of spiritual practice. Ji Xiao is happy to see its success and deliberately does not teach in the usual way. Integrate the strengths of man and demon, and find out his own way.
When someone else practices, until the barrier is broken, the matter of ‘standing the road’ is considered. But Ji Xiao knew that Meng Xueli was different from normal monks. This road leading to the blue sky was destined to be longer and more rugged.
On the other hand, Ji Xiao was also worried about Meng Xueli's success in juveniles. When he saw that he was practicing fast, he didn't know that the sky was thick. The human heart is more complex than the demon heart, and can manipulate conspiracies and tricks that the monster cannot understand.
He set up the Changchun Peak formation method, one to resist foreign enemies and protect the weak Taoist companions, and the second to prevent the Taoist companions from sneaking out of trouble.
Under the guard of the formation, if Meng Xueli wants to travel down the mountain, he must come to himself. You can accompany him yourself, not let him in danger.
But in the past three years, Meng Xueli has not found him once. He gradually slacked off his practice and fed fish and flowers day after day to enjoy himself.
Ji Xiao deliberately persuaded him to be diligent, turning to think about it, the monasticism is counted in centuries, and he always has his own side to protect, why should he rush into the territory at once? This demon suffered a lot in the past, and it's okay to be quiet for a few years.
However, Meng Xueli didn't know the twists and turns, but only felt that he was originally a demon, Ji Xiao guarded him, didn't trust him, and trapped him with the formation method.
"He is a good person, and he is very kind to me, and I am very satisfied."
As for more, Meng Xueli has never thought about it, nor dare to think about it.
Sparrow first said in a clear heart that it was terrible, and I would not know the word ‘good guy’ anymore.
He has an unspeakable intuition: Meng Xueli's attitude towards Ji Xiao is very strange, and his tone is faint, unlike love and resentment, but he wants to risk staying in the world and find out the truth of the other party's falling.
Is it so complicated to be a human being? The demon didn't understand.
"Ji Xiao is dead. You should plan for the future." Que Xianming said.
Why did the man leave the sky empty, and he died without proof.
Meng Xueli took out a handful of pine nuts and threw them down the pond: "In the future? After four months, I will enter the secret realm of the Hanhai and fight desperately with a group of monks from the human world. Before the sky is bright, go down the mountain."
Que Xianming glared at him: "I'm leaving! Don't you say give me away, bad luck!" Hanshan, this place evil, last time Meng Xueli said 'send a ride', halfway killed the little boy, gave him away Can't go.
Meng Xueli smiled and waved his hand. There was a bamboo couch beside the pond. He leaned backwards and leaned on the couch. He pulled out a book in his arms and opened it by the bright moonlight: "I have no time to control you. From now on, I have to Grinding guns in battle, fighting for minutes and seconds. "
Que Xianming cursed past curiously, thinking what a great cheat. I saw that the book was a thin book, about a thousand words, and the cover read "First Entry".
Introduction to the Taoist monks of the human race, the foundation in the foundation.
"How long have you read this book?"
"Three years."
"Hahahaha you really live more and go back."
...
Take the avenue to enter the Hanshan Mountain Gate. At the foot of the main peak, there is a dense pine forest.
Early in the morning, white mist lingered in the towering green pine. The sound of books came from the depths of the jungle. The foot of the mountain is not as cold as the top of the mountain. Small animals are infested in the pine forest.
A group of grey finches jumped on the branches. Meng Xueli looked at the fine fluff on their bodies and thought the birds must be warm.
"Elder Meng, the Falun Dafa is in front." The young deacon beside him said: "The disciples are reading in the morning, and the morning class has not yet begun."
Meng Xueli nodded politely: "Thank you. There is labor to lead the way."
The milky white gravel is paved as a path, winding through the pine forest and leading to the Hanshan Temple.
At the end of the road, a room of schoolhouses revealed the true content. Green pine shaded rooms, black tiles and white walls, simple lines, is the style of Hanshan.
Most of the disciples read and listen to lectures in the Fafa Hall. After passing the examination, they can apprentice teachers, climb the steep jade steps in the clouds, and see the real cold mountain.
Meng Xueli is different. He is the only elder who has not come to lectures but has come to attend classes since the Hanshan School.
Because of the identity of Ji Xiaodao, his seniority is slightly higher than those of the teaching elders.
When the young deacon escorted him into the school building, the reading stopped suddenly, and his eyes stared at Meng Xueli curiously.
The disciples wore the white robe distributed by the martial arts, but he was dressed in a snowy brocade and covered with a silver cape. There are also inner door deacons around to help pull the chair and paint with ink, at first glance it is not an ordinary disciple.
The deacon said: "Cough, this is Elder Changfeng Meng, your future ... classmates. Salute to the elder."
"Wow! He is Meng Xueli! Jian Zun's companion! What are we doing here?"
"I told you to come to the class ..."
"I heard that he is going to participate in the next year's Hanhai Secret Realm, and now come to listen to the basic class?"
"He looks so good!"
At this time, the teaching elders had not arrived, and the disciples were left unattended.
"I have seen Elder Meng." "Elder Meng is good."
The young deacon was slightly embarrassed and glanced worriedly at Meng Xueli: "The little disciple does not understand the rules."
Meng Xueli was not embarrassed at all: "Hello. It's okay, I don't have to salute when I see you later."
Since he went to Hanshan, he has seen all the elders in charge, and each of them is very important. Daotong is also timid and cautious.
When everyone heard him say this, the argument was louder, and the courageous even wanted to talk to him. Suddenly a disciple by the window stood up and stared at the window and shouted, "Come here!"
Immediately, someone ran to the window and said, "It's really coming!"
The rest of the disciples heard the wind and swept the paper and pens, the tables and chairs fell to the ground, and the whole school was empty and empty.
Meng Xueli's probe looked out of the window and saw that all the schoolhouses were flooded with people, running in the same direction, and the team was vast. With noisy discussions, Leng Su Han Shan was lively like a mortal city square.
Seeing this battle, Meng Xueli thought, someone over there paid money?
The deacon was also puzzled. He stopped a disciple and asked two sentences, and came back to explain: "A few days ago, the three brothers of Chong Bifeng went down the mountain to take the disciples. They brought back a younger brother, born with the spirit of the sword spirit, who looks good. The disciple went into the mountain, and the disciples in the Fafa Hall were waiting for him to come to class, and now they are finally here. "The young deacon lifted his chin slightly towards the crowd. Something new.
Meng Xueli nodded.
The deacon was a little moved, but saw that he was not interested: "Elder Meng didn't know, that man was a genius like a thousand years old. I'll accompany you to see?"
Meng Xueli laughed secretly, like Ji Xiao?
how is this possible.
"Nope."