Copper Coins Chapter 94: Sugar (1)

On the second floor of the Bamboo House on the Col of Dustpan Mountain, the layout of the hut is very simple, so simple that it is almost unpopular. There is only one bamboo bed in total, and looking at it, almost no one has slept in it.

Accurately speaking, the entire interior of what appears to be a bedroom seems to be seldom entered. I don't know what kind of life the former owner lived here. He didn't eat, drink, or sleep, and he seemed to be immortal.

But no matter how the owner lived here, now he is just like an ordinary person lying quietly on the bamboo bed——

Xuan Min was covered in a long white coat, his face was bloodless, showing a lifeless gray, his hands were loosely folded in front of him, cold as ice, but motionless.

In the first two days, Xue Xian played him a lot. Because he couldn't get hot, he was always like ice. Xue Xian surrounded him with a layer of heat, which kept him warm all the time. Later, it felt a little cold to the touch, so I wanted to find something to cover him.

He rummaged in the bamboo building for a long time, but he couldn't even find the quilt, so he simply went to the county outside and spent some money to buy some quilts and thicker robes.

Xue Xian wanted to take off his robe and put it on Xuan Min, but the black robe that was very pleasing to the eye was placed on Xuan Min's body. .

So much so that Xue Xian, who had never been lucky, was a little bit taboo about wearing black for the first time.

For two days, Xue Xian had been tossing and fussing all the time, covering Xuan Min with a quilt for a while. He also felt that something so heavy was really not suitable for Xuan Min. I switched to a robe of another color, but no matter how I looked at it, I was so embarrassed...

He was busy tossing and turning for a long time, and finally found a spotless white robe and covered it with Xuan Min.

After finishing his robes, he felt that Xuan Min lying with his hands down like that looked a little unaccustomed to him. In fact, Xuan Min lying down was somewhat unfamiliar. In Xue Xian's memory, Xuan Min was either meditating or busy with a calm and quiet face.

Xue Xian couldn't take it anymore after sitting for a while, and then changed his posture for Xuan Min in a hurry. Playing with his arms, he folded his hands in front of him.

After setting up Xuanmin, Xue Xian made another trip to the hundred wormholes by himself. Going straight to the last stone room, I removed all the strange characters on the stone wall.

It's just that he doesn't know those characters, and Takuya can't solve anything for a while.

He even took the time to go to the old man Qu in the village outside the mountain, and asked him to help him take a look at the contents of the extension.

It's just a pity that the old man didn't recognize it either. He just said that this strange talisman resembled the old character of their family. I once saw the old man write one or two sporadically, but it was no longer there as early as a hundred years ago. After using it, people who understand those old characters have long since become a handful of loess.

So the words that were extended were not useful for the time being, so Xue Xian reluctantly put them away.

He found a lot of trivial things for himself and kept busy around Xuan Min because he didn't dare to let himself be completely idle. Once he was quiet, he would clearly feel that Xuan Min was connected Not a bit of soul left.

Xue Xian's eyesight is very good, he can see people and see ghosts. He has seen Jiang Shining, Mrs. Liu, the wounded soldiers in the military badges... He has seen many, many things, living people, or dead ghosts, but only Xuan Mian can't see outside the flesh. everything.

However, the things he can be busy with are limited. After three or four consecutive days, he finally calmed down.

Once quiet, he could sit by the window frame and watch Xuan Min staring at him for a whole day without moving, sometimes just staring at him, trying to detect a slight change or movement. Sometimes I just watch Xuan Min in a trance.

In the crevice of his neck, the small mole left by the Tongshou spider is still dull, like a star of dried blood, and I don't know when it will come back to life, or maybe it will never come back to life again...

Xue Xian has been alone for thousands of years, and he should have grown accustomed to the quiet, undisturbed. But now, Xuan Min just lays down without opening his eyes, speaking or breathing, and he has experienced a long-lasting sense of loneliness...

Fortunately, he soon found himself another thing to do.

This time it wasn't a trivial matter such as a change of clothes or a change of posture - he found an old book in the collection of the bamboo house.

The book should have been written and ordered by someone, and I don't know how many years ago. The paper inside has become delicate and brittle, and it seems that a little carelessness will tear it to shreds. It's been in the cabinet for too long, the humidity in the mountains is heavy, and this bamboo building has not been inhabited for a long time. As a result, the pages are not so flat, and some handwritings have also faded a lot.

But that didn't stop Xue Xian from flipping through the book -- half of the book was stuff that Xue Xian couldn't understand.

It's not the side, it's the kind of characters on the stone wall, and the other half uses the usual words to explain the meaning of those weird characters.

The content of this book is very detailed, and it can be seen that the person who wrote it was very calm and patient.

Xue Xian hurriedly turned to the last page, and sure enough, the signature was still the expected two words: the same lamp.

When he was enchanted on Jiang Song Mountain, he had been implicated by copper coins and had seen part of Xuan Min's memories that he finally recovered. After sobering up later, he briefly sorted out the parts he had seen, and almost understood the inner story and inheritance of the name of the national teacher Tongdeng.

Looking at it like that, the same lamp that created the Tongshou spider and the same lamp who wrote this book should be the same person, the original one.

Xue Xian had never met the same lamp, but according to the book, he should not be a villain, at least a good teacher.

After flipping through the book, Xue Xian didn't delay for a while. He flipped out the paper with the characters on it, and commented it word by word according to the content of the book. He stayed awake and spent four days fully understanding the contents of the paper.

And then he sat silently at the desk for a long time all night...

There is a man who, without a word, bears all the calamities and sufferings of his life without a word, but does not even ask for a response.

If it wasn't for his chance to read the content on the stone wall, maybe he would never know what the other party did...

How could he ignore such a person.

You can get it back after you have entered Samsara, not to mention you haven't entered yet. No matter where Xuan Min was in the world, he would drag him back.

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Suddenly it snowed again in the wilderness and sky. It wasn't the kind of chilling cold, but a large area, clean and flawless, even with an almost gentle taste.

"It's New Year's Eve." Tong Deng stood by the door with his hands behind his back, looking up at the heavy snow falling under the nine heavens, he suddenly seemed to have forgotten something and asked, "I can't remember a little, What year is it?"

Xuan Min is still recuperating in the house. The loss he has suffered is too great, and he can't be recuperated in an instant. At least he can't reach for things as easily as he does with a lamp.

He appears to be sitting cross-legged on the futon, but he is actually slightly floating.

Even if it was a very light needle, he couldn't hold it in his palm. Fine needles would pass through his palm and fall to the ground.

After listening to Tong Deng's question, Xuan Min closed his eyes and replied smoothly: "The 23rd year of the Tianxi Jubilee, after today, it will be the 24th."

The fluttering snow reflected in the dark eyes of the same lamp, like a bottomless lake, as if a hundred years had passed in such a hurry with the closing and opening of the eyes. After a long time, he said lightly: "Oh, Tianxi..."

There was a hint of unfinished words in his tone, but after these two words were finished, he didn't speak again, didn't know what he was thinking, or simply sighed that time was too fast.

"It's going to snow the next night, a good sign." Tong Deng finally said something, and he turned around and went back to the room to continue teasing his apprentice. However, before he could turn his steps, he suddenly heard a faint sound from the sky above the sky. There was thunder.

The thunder came unexpectedly and unexpectedly, not at all natural.

As soon as he heard the thunder, Xuan Min, who had not opened his eyes for many days, suddenly opened his eyes.

When Xue Xian was transforming into a dragon, he was always accompanied by clouds and thunder, so that Xuan Min almost got used to it. Whenever he heard such thunder, he would subconsciously feel that Xue Xian would fall in front of him with the thunder.

But in turn, he silently closed his eyes again. Now he is neither a ghost nor a stubborn one. According to common sense, no one can see him, and it is impossible to calculate where he is. How could Xue Xian come here?

Tong Deng suddenly said in surprise, "This thunder..."

Before he finished speaking, the thunder that was originally hidden in the nine heavens had already appeared. The pale light was like a dead branch that was meandering, and it fell straight down. .

Tong Deng watched the strange mysterious thunder come straight to the roof where they were, and saw that it was about to split, and because of something, it stopped.

The thunder came and went inexplicably, as if it came to surprise them, and it seemed like...

I don't know if it was his delusion or not. This Xuan Lei carries an unstoppable spiritual energy. It is definitely not something that can be attracted by Lei Fan or other tricks. But this is good, where did the people come from?

So Tong Deng felt that he might have made a mistake.

"Don't be your real dragon, right?" He turned to look at Xuan Min.

Xuan Min: "..."

What is "your real dragon"? Xuan Min didn't even bother to open his eyes, and didn't have any unrealistic fantasies.

But there is no need for him to answer, Tongdeng already has the answer-

Because he just finished asking, there was a faint dragon roar in the distance, and in just a few blinks of an eye, a figure in black, wrapped in a dozen lightning bolts, crashed in front of the door.

The movement was too loud and too familiar. Even Xuan Min couldn't remain indifferent, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked out the door in amazement.

Xue Xian's appearance is the same as before, his skin is still as white as before, which makes his facial features look great. However, Xuan Min seemed to have not seen him for a long, long time. Even though he was only two feet apart, there was an inexplicable memory of life and death.

Xuan Min couldn't turn his eyes away, and he couldn't move away from Xue Xian like a mountain.

Xue Xian looked a little puzzled. Standing in front of the door, he didn't seem to be able to see the two people in the room. He frowned and looked around the room, a deep and complicated emotion in his expression.

He can't see.

He was still invisible.

The light in Xuan Min's eyes dimmed a little, but it contained a heavy gentleness. It makes people sad to see it.

However, in the next moment, Xue Xian's eyes swept across the place where he was sitting, and there was a sudden pause. He didn't seem to see it so clearly, he frowned and squinted for a long time before he called out tentatively, "Bald donkey?"

Same light: "Tsk."

Xue Xian was completely unaware of Tong Deng, and his eyes only swept slightly at the place where Xuan Min was.

Xuan Min responded with a deep voice, "Yeah."

Same light: "Tsk."

But Xue Xian didn't hear Xuanmin's response. He stared at this place and waited silently for a moment. Finally, he couldn't wait any longer. He quite simply took out a piece of string from between his sleeves, and wrapped it around his wrist twice. When it was formed, the string flashed and came alive.

"Since you shouldn't make a sound, you can't blame me." Xue Xian lowered his eyes and muttered while twisting the string. After speaking, he pinched the other end of the string to his fingertips, took a look in Xuan Min's direction, and then raised his hand and waved it.

The other end of the string seemed to be alive in the air, it only ran towards Xuan Min, swayed around him twice, and then accurately wrapped around Xuan Min's wrist, tied it several times, and hit it firmly. Knot.

At the moment of the formation, Xue Xian's awe-inspiring complexion suddenly loosened, and he smiled silently with the corners of his mouth hooked, and said, "I caught you."