Copper Coins Chapter 54: Old drums (1)

This ancestor blew up the dragon scales all over his body and froze for a long time, until he saw Xuanmin's scar on the tiger's mouth healing at a visible speed, and then he calmed down and said: "Look, the blood is no longer flowing. , do you have to thank me?"

As soon as he said these words, he first persuaded himself, and suddenly felt reasonable and justified, so the face he had lost just now seemed to come back, and he became alive in an instant.

But it wasn't until then that he realized that after Xuan Min opened his eyes, he stood there frowning for a long time, neither putting down his hands in Buddha ritual nor putting away the broken copper coin strings. I didn't even glance at the wound that Xue Xian licked...

This is weird.

Xue Xian stretched his neck and the angle was too high. Even if he changed back to the dragon body in order not to bury Xuan Mian alive, he had already restrained himself and controlled the size a little, but the original body was the original body after all, and he shrank a little. Some are still huge. He pondered for a while, silently tilted his head, lowered his neck, and glanced at Xuan Min with a posture that was almost on the ground.

After changing the angle, Xuan Min's expression became clearer. He saw that his eyebrows were slightly frowned, his thin lips were tightly pursed, his eyes were open, but his eyes were covered with a layer of black mist, which was bottomless, and there was no light at all. This made his eyes not fall, as if he had not woken up from some kind of dream.

What surprised Xue Xian even more was that the blood on Xuan Min's left neck was exceptionally clear, like a cyan cobweb, spreading from the jawbone into the collar of the monk's robe. Against the background of the monk's clothes as white as clouds and snow, there is an inexplicable evil in the horror.

Rao is someone like Xue Xian who doesn't care about blood and flesh. He was stunned for a moment when he saw the pattern on that side. Without saying a word, he subconsciously raised the dragon's claws and pulled the front of the monk's robe on Xuan Min's left side a bit.

“His—”

The cobweb-like traces of blood crawled all over his shoulders, and even went deeper along the muscle texture of his shoulders.

"What the **** is this?!" Xue Xian raised his claws and covered Xuan Min's clothes again, muttering solemnly. According to the spread of this thing, it won't be long before Xuanmin's body or even his entire body will be covered with this kind of marks, and he will change from a high monk to a demon monk directly.

No matter how you look at it, Xuan Min's state is not right. I just don't know if waking him up suddenly now will cause any problems?

Xue Xian pondered for a while, then lifted the dragon claw and tentatively shook it twice in front of Xuan Min's eyes. Xuan Min didn't react, he didn't even blink his eyes, the dark eyes were still covered with a thick layer of mist.

How did this bald donkey open his eyes just now?

Yes, he licked it.

I just don't know if it's because of the irritation to the tiger's mouth or because of the dragon saliva...

Xue Xian thought for a while, then used the tip of his tongue to lick Xuan Min's wound that had mostly healed. Xuan Min's fingers twitched slightly.

Xue Xian: "..." It's not like he'll have to lick his mother's face until the bald donkey wakes up, right? ! what is it like!

What kind of mess is this? If it wasn't for his understanding of Xuan Min's character, knowing that Xuan Min has always been serious and never playful, he would have wondered if he was deliberately playing tricks on him. It is also thanks to Xuan Mian who fell into this situation. If it were another person...

Xue Xian imagined that he was going to lick someone, and his brain was going to explode with disgust.

He gave a stern blow, squinting at Xuan Min's face, thinking that if you don't keep your eyes open, I'll give you a "bath"...

Just as Xue Xian opened his teeth, figuring out which angle would be more convenient to start from, the traces of the sinister bloodline under Xuanmin's robe were fading, like the ebb tide of the river, dissipating from the back of his arms and shoulders, retreating to Neck, and finally condensed back into the small mole on the side of his neck.

At the moment when those traces completely disappeared, the layer of mist that covered Xuan Min's eyes suddenly dissipated.

Immediately afterwards, his eyebrows twitched and his fingers that were grinding the coins closed, and he really woke up.

The moment he was sober, Yu Guangxian realized that something moved on the side of his face. He turned his face subconsciously, and happened to have a face-to-face with someone who planned to "understand".

Xuan Min: "..."

Xue Xian: "..."

After a moment of silence, Xuan Min finally asked, "What are you doing?"

Xue Xian: "..."

You can't say how to keep your mouth shut, can you?

Or, take a look at my teeth with your head?

No, it's better to let it go if it's obvious to find fault and clean up. Xue Xian had no scruples against others, and he still had to weigh in on Xuan Min. After all... in a sense, this bald donkey seemed to be born to treat him.

The situation in the mind of this evil person has changed several times, and finally he said dryly: "You have to take care of yawning?"

If this were in the past, Xuan Min's cold and indifferent expression would definitely reveal a little "Let's make trouble with you", but now, Xuan Min's expression is inexplicably solemn, as if he has never Get out of an emotion.

"What are you doing with your vice bitter and hated face? Why did you just stop calling me?" Xue Xian asked curiously.

Xuan Min looked down at the string hanging from his fingers, and rubbed the two copper coins that had faded from rust and became shiny with his thumb. After a moment of silence, he hung the string of coins back around his waist. , said lightly: "I remember something."

"What's the matter?" Xue Xian asked subconsciously, and then he added lazily, "Of course, it's an old rule, if there's anything you don't want to say or it's inconvenient to say, you can pretend that you didn't remember it."

In fact, just asking this simple question was unprecedented for Xue Xian. With his usual temperament, other people's affairs have nothing to do with him, especially personal affairs, whether it is good, bad, bitter, or happy, he can't have the slightest thought to explore. He listened to others who were willing to say it. Whether he listened or not depends on his mood. Those who are pleasing to the eye can tolerate others talking too much. And what others are not willing to say, he will never take the initiative to ask more.

But Xuan Min is an exception. He always has a bit of a desire to explore things about Xuan Min. There were some other considerations for the words that were interrogated in the inn last time. After all, the origin of Xuan Min's identity was related to their situation at that time. But this time is different...

This time, I didn't have any other considerations, and I asked this just because Xue Xian subconsciously wanted to know, and wanted to hear Xuan Minji's private affairs. It was only when he asked out of his mind that he remembered it. With Xuanmin's temperament, eight or nine times out of ten, he was unwilling to tell people this, so he added the following words, which is considered a condescension to Xuan. Mercy builds a step down.

Unexpectedly, Xuan Min didn't go down the steps. In front of Xue Xian, he didn't seem to intend to maintain the sense of alienation and vigilance that was difficult to get close to. He raised his eyes and stared at a certain point in the vast white mist in the distance for a while, as if sorting out his thoughts. After a while, he calmly said: "Not many, and very scattered, most of them are scenes of sitting in front of a desk copying scriptures when I was a teenager, but..."

"Just what?" Seeing him frowning slightly, Xue Xian seemed to remember something less pleasant.

A hint of disgust appeared on Xuan Min's face, "There are two flashing scenes in which I was holding something in my hand."

Xue Xian: "What?"

Xuan Min was silent for a while, then said, "It looks like human skin."

Xue Xian: "...what?"

Xuan Min tilted his head and glanced at him, and repeated in a deep voice: "Human skin, broken. It's no bigger than the palm of your hand, and it's smaller than an elm coin. Two pieces are slightly thick, and the rest are very thin."

Xue Xian thought about many things that Xuanmin might be holding, such as wooden fish, paper talismans, books, pen and ink, and a bowl that could be used for alms. …

"Human skin? Did you see it clearly?" Xue Xian asked.

Xuan Min nodded.

"Then... do you still remember the cause and effect?" Xue Xian pondered, "Maybe you picked it up."

But if you say this, you probably won't believe it. Can you pick up human skin? ! There's this stuff all over the road, okay? But to say that the human skin is directly related to Xuanmin... What kind of good thing would it be to be related to the human skin?

Although Xuanmin has a temperament different from that of ordinary monks, it is hard to imagine what he has done that is too murderous...

That's not right, Xue Xian suddenly remembered the appearance of Xuan Min's half body covered with blood traces just now, and also remembered that long ago, when he was not so close to Xuan Min, he himself once said to Jiang Shining: Xuan Min has something in his body. The indescribable temperament is like the frost edge cold blade is gathered under a thin layer of plain white hemp, and there is a sense of hard sharpness in the calm and indifference, maybe it is daring to kill when necessary. ...

But that's not the same as murderousness.

Xue Xian pondered these thoughts, and then suddenly became ecstatic. It wasn't until he came back to his senses after a while that he realized that Xuan Min was looking at him with an indescribable meaning in his eyes, as if he was waiting for him to say something. Xue Xian was stunned for a moment, changed his natural tone, and asked, "When was that? Or was it a teenager?"

Xuan Min made a "hmm" sound.

Xue Xian was a little puzzled: "Are you sure? I don't remember the cause and effect. How did you remember when you were a teenager?"

Xuan Min spread out his palms: "Young people's palms look different. Besides, there was a copy of the scriptures on the table in front of me at that time."

Xue Xian: "..."

Did you pinch the human skin when you copied the scriptures, did you want to **** off your grandfather Buddha?

However, after all, Xue Xian couldn't associate Xuanmin with any murder when he was a teenager.

There must be other twists and turns, right?

Thinking about this, Xue Xian dragged his tune and said to Xuanmin: "Instead of trying to guess here, it's better to wait until you remember the cause and effect. You just got rid of the ban on copper coins, and you remembered some scenes, maybe more Once you solve the last one, you will be able to recall a few more, and if you solve all five, you may completely recover your memory.”

It makes sense. Both of them have a straightforward temperament, and naturally they won't spend too much energy on this little bit of fragmentation.

Xuan Min patted Xue Xian's noble dragon's chin with the back of his hand and said, "Let's go."

Xue Xian was stunned for a while, before he remembered that he was still entangled in Xuan Min. He didn't change back to his human form, and Xuan Min couldn't leave. He coughed and pulled the two-wheeler over with the wind. In the midst of the white light, he changed into a human-like appearance, put on his clothes, and returned to his chair.

When he was arranging the hem of his sleeves, he saw Xuan Min took two steps forward, and pulled out several copper nails and several paper charms from the pit where the keel was buried. He wrapped these things with clean linen for a while, put them away, and then stood up straight and walked back.

Have you ever experienced letting go before? On the way back, Xuan Min naturally wouldn't let Xue Xian run around easily, but firmly held onto the handle behind the chair. It's just that when his eyes fell on the tiger's mouth, his movements paused a little.

The wound on the tiger's mouth that was abruptly torn has healed for most of it, and it is about to form a scab. It is estimated that after half a day, this piece of skin will be smooth and flawless, as if it had never been injured.

As long as he moved his mind a little, he could remember how Xue Xian dealt with his wounds.

It's just that dragon saliva can be used casually...