Chapter 39: Suspected sinus

How many years have passed since then?
Wen Xuechen can't remember.
The wooden wheel of the wheelchair rolled over the star sand scattered in front of the tower, and the tower door opened in front of the eyes.
At the moment when the door opened, there were countless pieces of sound coming in toward the snow and dust. The whisper was like a wave of rising tide, chasing and driving, until he was not in the top.
"Wen brother! Wen Xuechen! Warm white hair!"
Xu Xingzhi stood under a piece of peach blossom forest in the cool valley, pushing his new wheelchair, waving to Wen Xuechen, standing on the staff of the Qingliang Valley school. The word "warm white hair" scared the disciples of Qinglianggu on the school ground. They were so scared that they could not wait to poke their ears.
"...dust brother."
This time it was a girl's voice, gentle like a peach petal falling in the wind.
"Snow dust, you are coming."
"... Wen Xuechen, you are really slow."
The Qinggu disciple who pushed him into the tower was relieved when he stepped safely into the tower. However, he even looked down and saw Wen Xuechen's face pale and white, his elbows pressed against his forehead, his shoulders shivering slightly.
At the same time, several people looked back at the starry sands outside the tower, which seemed to be plain and unpredictable. They all gave birth to some worries: "Well, brother, are you okay?"
. . . If there is anything wrong with Wen Xuechen, no one can suppress the star sand that can blood and eat meat. They are equivalent to being imprisoned in this tower.
Fortunately, after a while, Wen Xuechen’s eyes returned to Qingming, and he looked up: "...nothing. Go inside."
A few people have peace of mind. A refreshing valley disciple took out a bottle of medicinal herbs from the arms and presented them with respect and respect.
Wen Xuechen took out a piece of medicine and placed it under the tongue. Then he pointed out: "Go to the third room on the left side, where someone is there."
When he came to the wilderness last time, he perceived someone in the tower. It was only that time that he made a special trip to find Xu Xingzhi. Since Xu Xingzhi was not in the tower, he did not have to bother to use the spiritual power to force into the tower.
... He never likes to ask for trouble.
However, this time he had to come in order to block the nine lights.
At the moment when the small room door was pushed open, a stinky smell of flies that could not be avoided was rushed to the face. The people in the room covered their noses, and Wen Xuechen looked as usual, shaking the wheelchair into the small room.
The meat on the ground can barely pull out a sly figure. Wen Xuechen went to him and was thinking about where he was the head and where it was, and the meat screamed: "Who? Who?"
He can't wait: "No matter who, kill me! I beg you to kill me!"
Wen Xuechen: "Good. But I have a few questions. Answer my question well, I will give you a good time."
The carrion was so excited that it trembled: "Say... you said! I said what you said!"
"who are you?"
"Fangshan... I am the person who seals the mountain."
"Who will prison you here?"
"Meng Chongguang..." When the owner of Fengshan raised the name, he actually lowered the tone. It seemed that he was afraid that there was an ear belonging to Meng Zhongguang in the wall and sneaked out and heard the conversation between the two.
Wen Xuechen leaned down from the wheelchair: "Where did they go?"
"I don't know..." The man was very afraid of answering the question of Wen Xuechen, causing him not to be happy. He hurriedly poured out all the details he knew. "They all left, there is no left, even the Xu Xingzhi ......"
When I heard the words "Xu Xingzhi", Wen Xuechen's voice became subtle: "...Xu Xingzhi? Have you seen him?"
The eyes of the mainstay of Fengshan have been left with two black lacquered holes. He heard the sound of Wenxuechen different. In order to seek death, he actively described Xu Xingzhi: "He is disabled in his right hand and is with Meng Zhongguang. .he……"
However, he guessed wrong, Wen Xuechen seems to be not very interested in Xu Xingzhi.
He interrupted him coolly: "When did they leave?"
"About a few days, no, dozens of days... a dozen days ago..." The owner of Fengshan collapsed a bit, and he huddled in confusion, cringing like a flesh-colored, fat giant silkworm. "I don't remember I am --"
... He was dug his eyes and was left alone. It was normal to stay up all night.
After Wen Xuechen sank for a long while, he asked: "They leave, you really don't know why?"
"I don't know..." he said with pain. "Meng Zhongguang, after he made me this virtue, he will drop me here... Please, give me a good time..."
Wen Xuechen had no other questions to ask. He nodded and turned around and told the young disciples waiting at the door: "Kill him."
A disciple pulled out the sword and endured a few strong steps. After the sword had not yet fallen, he listened to the main pain of Fengshan, and there were countless dense granules on his skin.
The granulation was turned into a meat vine, and the disciples of the disciple were swallowed into the body of the Lord of the Mountain.
The body was entangled with a sword, and the owner of the mountain closed only felt the intestines of the liver, and the madness of the screams screamed, and the voice of the singer heard the disciples inside and outside the door change their faces.
The disciple who only pulled the sword was even more afraid. The meat vine that had just risen up and almost swallowed his hand. He stepped back a few steps and ran into the wheelchair of Wen Xuechen.
Wen Xuechen frowned, in the sound of the Lord of the Fengshan chilling voice: "Meng Zhongguang gave you a curse of the demon?"
The main mouth of the mountain can not be said, the pain does not want to live, can only make a screaming screaming and venting the pain.
Wen Xuechen has a number in his heart, saying: "...Sorry. You are now part of Meng Zhongguang's body. Your life is connected with his life. Unless you kill Meng Zhongguang, I can't kill you."
Wen Xuechen looked at the mean carrion that twitched on the ground: "...tell me, where is he now, I might save you."
The owner of Fengshan cried in despair.
This time Wen Xuechen was completely confirmed. This person still couldn’t say that Meng Xu and his two went, and proved that he really did not know.
Wen Xuechen will shake the wheelchair out of the small room: "Search around for a search to see if they can find out where they are going."
The disciples spread out in words and did not dare to listen to the sad cry from the small room.
Wen Xuechen looked at the threshold of closed cover and looked confused.
This person and Meng Zhongguang's strength is different from the mud, obviously just a small scorpion, and Meng Chongguang's deep hatred for where he came from? Would you rather connect him to his own life than to let him die easily?
Wen Xuechen thought about his thoughts and shook a few steps along the live stream, and he heard a crisp and crisp sound coming from a room.
Wen Xuechen was stiff and stiff, and the wheelchair jerked a bit. The teeth rushed toward the sounding room. Before he came to the threshold, he poured out half of his body and hurriedly reached for the half-covered door. open--
The Qinglianggu disciple who is searching in the door turned his head in confusion: "...Wen Wen brother?"
Wen Xuechen easily captured the source of the sound.
The lodge was neat and tidy, with mirrors, bone needles, hair combs cut from wood, and a few embroidered four-corner purses hanging on the bedside, apparently a woman's room.
There is also a Jasper bell hanging from the bed. The jade pill, which was stirred up by the light wind, collided back and forth against the inner wall, giving a warm and lovely crisp sound.
Wen Xuechen raised his hand: "Remove the bell."
Although the disciple couldn’t figure it out, he did not dare to violate Wen Xuechen. When he was about to go forward, he listened to Wen Xuechen: "Slow. I will come by myself."
Soon, the Jasper bell lay in the hands of Wen Xuechen.
He didn't say a word, tied the bell around his waist, walked out, and left his disciples' incomprehensible eyes far behind.
...a distant voice mingled with a ringing sound in his ear: "Guess who I am?"
A pair of soft, thin hands covered his eyes, leaving the world in front of him in a warm darkness.
When he heard the young man, he replied in a plain voice: "It’s Xu Xingzhi."
He said that he raised his hand and covered the hands that covered his eyes. The voice became softer: "...I know it is you."
Xu Xingzhi, who was holding the scorpion, coughed and found his own voice. He said: "Warm white hair, what is your ear?" He shook his hexagonal bell on his right hand in dissatisfaction. "I and the small string." Wearing a bell on your hand, how can you recognize the small string or me that is holding your eyes?"
The young Wen Xuechen replied in a simple and concise manner: "Not the same."
... can't say why, but it's not the same.
Immediately, he said again: "How come you have a cool valley today?"
This is naturally not to ask Xu Xingzhi, he will not pick up this time without ignorance.
The woman’s voice is soft, and the hard heart can’t help but soften it if she meets this sound:
...I want to see you.

After holding the bell and leaving the room for a long time, Wen Xuechen took a breath and relaxed.
He caressed the bell's sapphire shell, and his technique was gentle, and he reviewed the familiar touch and temperature over and over again.
It was not until the disciples gathered, that he concealed the bell in his sleeve.
After the disciples confessed that there was no fruit in the search, the disciples who were headed asked: "Well, brother, where are we going next?"
Wen Xuechen said: "Out of the tower, camping in the neighborhood. They will always come back."
The disciples face each other.
Someone said: "Well, brother, why don't we go out of this wild, wait for them to come back, then..."
Wen Xuechen groped for the bell in the sleeve, and slowly said: "Xu Xingzhi has a day in the wild, and the nine lights will not be able to sleep in one day. I stayed in the wild, at least able to stabilize him, so that he would not go crazy and go wild. ""
The disciples are still puzzled.
Wen Xuechen closed his eyes and no longer explained it. The disciples pushed him out of the tower.
When driving the mana to suppress the strange star sand, the warm snow dust condenses the thought:
- He has already given Xu Dazhi the dagger that condenses the aura of heaven and earth. It stands to reason that he should have killed Meng Zhongguang on the first day of the wilderness. For the time being, he still does not do it?
Xu Xingzhi was hugged out of the cave alone, and he was hugged by a person from behind.
Meng Zhongguang seems to like to hug Xu Xingzhi from behind. He put his warm side face behind Xu Xing and spoke on his head: "Brother."
It is clearly two ordinary words, but I don't know how many times he has been recited in the mouth, so that he just screams, there is unlimited sweetness like a spring water.
Meng Chongguang is on the back of Xu Xingzhi, his chin is squatting on his hair top, and his hands are wrapped around Xu Xingzhi’s chest. He said:
Where did you go in the morning? Wake up, you will not see your brother, I am so worried."
Xu Xingzhi feels helpless to this kind of sticky Meng Zhongguang: "... Didn't you sleep with you last night?"
Meng Zhongguang’s tone is too serious to be serious:
I don’t see you overnight, I want to be a brother.

Xu Xingzhi had no intention of playing with him again. He turned and came to his collarbone and separated him from himself.
His resistance was so obvious that after Meng Zhongguang’s face was over, the hidden color of the injury revealed through his eyes: "... brother?"
When he first entered the world, Xu Xingzhi thought that he had a good understanding of the truth of the world. After several entanglements, he was determined to let go of the "knowledge of the world" and hand over his daggers. He listened to his heart and helped Meng Zhongguang escape wild.
However, to this day, he realized that Meng Zhongguang had something to do with him, and it was still about whether several people could escape the important things of the wild.
No one here, Xu Xingzhi simply resisted his shoulder and asked directly: "You told me that the owner of the mountain is asking for his life, telling you that the key fragments are in the ghost king Nan raccoon, right?"
Meng Zhongguang's face is slightly abnormal, and his lips don't answer.
The author has something to say: his unusual reaction has already explained the problem. One of Xu Xing took the hand of Meng Zhongguang and showed him the ring with two wild key fragments. He said: "... I read the memory of Ye Buyi. Ghost Wang Nan, he did not know that he was fishing from the lake. The upstairs is the wild key, and it is also given to Ye Buyi to make accessories. Not to mention him, the ghosts of the whole tiger flea don’t know the mystery of this piece! The mountain is far from this hundreds of miles, the South Beaver never I am going to talk with outsiders. I ask you, how does the owner of the mountain seal know that there are wild key fragments in the South Beaver?"
He paused and said: "...or, how did you hear that there are pieces in the South Beaver? Why are you lying to me?"