When Xuanqi Zhenren made a surprise attack and the earth trembled, Gui Haiming immediately inserted his spear into the crack in the ground and reached out to grab Xiaozhu beside him. Unexpectedly, he missed something. Just as he frowned, he took out "Ming Ming" from his palm.
When "The Flame of the Sky", I suddenly saw boundless darkness covering the surrounding areas. The next moment, my whole person had fallen from the void and fell into a small village in the mountain.
Seeing that he was about to fall from a high altitude, Gui Haiming raised his breath, picked up his gun, spun quickly in the void, and finally landed firmly. He first looked around, but could not see Xiaozhu and his other companions. He held his breath and concentrated, and activated his spirit.
Although he was strong, he still couldn't feel the fluctuations of Xiaozhu's spiritual energy. He couldn't help but pursed his lips, raised his eyebrows, and observed the surrounding scene again.
Looking around, this small village is desolate, with dilapidated houses and overgrown weeds. It is silent everywhere, not to mention people talking, not even the chirping of birds and insects. Gui Haiming puts the Panlong Spear on his back, and he
It transformed into the original form of the Snake, fluttering its wings and soaring into the sky. Unexpectedly, a colorful stream of light flashed in the sky. The Snake rushed straight to the illusionary wall, fell heavily, and transformed into a human form again.
Gui Haiming had also seen this scene before. It was the barrier that Tianxuan Sect used to deal with the "Nine Glory" Xuanyi that day. His ice eyes dimmed, and he was about to strike out the "Mingxiao Flame" again, burning the phantom light.
Formation, at this moment, a low sob was heard from not far away:
"Dad...Mother...where are you, where are you..."
The cry was childish and sounded like a child. Gui Haiming temporarily suppressed the thought of looking for Xiaozhu and his companions, and followed the cry to the west house. He saw that the house was covered with scorched marks and burned to black.
The charcoal roof beam fell to the ground and was broken into two pieces. The tables and chairs in the house were destroyed by the fire, leaving only ashes and residue on the floor. And the child looked about eight or nine years old.
Hiding alone in the ruins, he wrapped his arms around his knees, buried his face between his legs, and cried until his body was shaking and twitching. He looked extremely pitiful.
Seeing the frail and lonely back of the child, Gui Haiming's pair of obsidian-like dark eyes were as deep as a cold pool. The corners of his eyes moved slightly, the corners of his mouth moved, and he said coldly:
"What's the use of crying?"
His cold voice broke the silence of the mountain village. The boy trembled and raised his dirty little face. His face was covered with black ash, but there were two winding streaks washed out from the corners of his eyes due to tears.
There were no traces of it, and he looked really embarrassed. He stared at Gui Haiming with his big watery eyes, twitching and asked in a low voice: "You...who are you?"
Gui Haiming did not answer his question, but stated coldly: "If you want to find your parents, then stand up and go out to look for them. What's the use of hiding here and crying?"
Hearing the other party's stern tone and even more stern face, the boy shrank his shoulders in fear, his eyes and nose were red, and he defended in a low voice: "But, but, my parents were captured by a big monster, I... I don't know
where are they……"
Gui Haiming's eyes became darker. He glanced at the child, raised his eyebrows, and said coldly: "In that case, you can slowly cry here until your parents are killed by monsters, and then cry in mourning."
This sentence made the child freeze up. The next moment, he shook his head desperately and moved his head like a rattle, as if to expel those terrible thoughts from his mind: "No, daddy and mommy."
It'll be okay, it won't be!"
However, this time, Gui Haiming didn't talk to him again. He didn't even look at the child, and turned around to leave. But as soon as he took two steps, he heard the sound of rustling behind him. Gui Haiming raised his eyebrows.
, stopped and stood, turned his head slightly, and saw the child struggling to straighten up.
Maybe he had been crying for a long time, and the boy's movements were a little sluggish. He stretched out his little arm and rubbed his eyes hard with the back of his dusty hand, wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, until his face turned into ashes.
He looked at the messy tabby cat. Then, he took a few steps in the direction of Gui Haiming until he was behind him. He raised his little hand, as if he wanted to grab the corner of his clothes, but he flinched and hesitated.
Gui Haiming said nothing and strode forward. The child was startled, and without thinking, he reached out his hand, grasped the other party's clothes tightly, and whispered: "Uncle, uncle, do you know, King Kunyi
Where is your cave? I, I want to save my parents."
"Kudi?" Gui Haiming raised his eyebrows.
The little boy nodded solemnly and replied with tears: "He is a monster in the mountains. He comes to the village every year and asks the villagers to sacrifice a boy and a girl. This year it was my family's turn, and my mother couldn't bear to hand me over, so she
He hid me in the cellar. Who knew...who knew...that monster set fire to my house and even kidnapped my parents..."
At the end of the sentence, the child lowered his head and tears fell down again. He hurriedly bit his lower lip and sniffed hard, trying to hold back the tears. Then he raised his little face again and looked at him pleadingly.
Gui Haiming: "Uncle, you know martial arts, right? Can you teach me? If I want to save my parents, I will definitely be able to save them!"
The child's words were not so much a prayer as a statement to himself. He looked around, picked up a discarded bamboo branch from the ground, and imitated Gui Haiming's gesture, using the bamboo branch as a spear.
He held it tightly in his hand. At this time, his eyes were still red, but his eyes were no longer as confused as before, but shone with determination.
Gui Haiming lowered his eyes and took in the childish but firm movements of the little boy who was no more than his waist. He, who had always had a frosty face, tightened the corners of his lips and curved them into a forbearing arc.
After a while, he will pick up the Panlong Spear and ask in a cold voice: "Where did the bitter dragon enter the village from? You lead the way."
The boy pointed to the west, then spread his legs and trotted over. Gui Haiming strode forward, grabbed the boy's back collar, lifted him up into the air, and threw him onto his shoulder. The boy sat on his generous
On his shoulders, he guided him out of the small village. Along the way, the boy said that his name was "Xiao Hai" and that his mother was a medicine gatherer in the mountains. In fact, the entire village made a living by collecting and selling medicine. And his father
, was originally a craftsman who made pottery and fired porcelain. Nine years ago, he passed by this mountain while transporting porcelain, but unexpectedly encountered a flash flood. When he was seriously injured, he was rescued by Xiaohai's mother. During the period of recovery, the two gradually fell in love.
They finally got married and gave birth to Xiao Hai.
"Daddy's craftsmanship is so good," Xiaohai puffed up his chest proudly when talking about his father, and said with joy, "Every household in the village uses porcelain bowls made by daddy. They are white, bright, beautiful and durable!"
Gui Haiming responded lightly with the word "hmm". This response obviously did not satisfy Xiao Hai. The latter leaned down, leaned close to Gui Haiming's ear, and asked softly: "Uncle, what does your family do? Your father.
Are you a martial arts instructor, that’s why you look so good with a spear on your back? My father said that this is called ‘child inheriting the father’s legacy’, and when I grow up, he will also teach me how to make porcelain and bake porcelain!”
After hearing this sentence, Gui Haiming froze and stopped suddenly: For more than ten years, he has never forgotten that in the Qingchuan Cave in the past, his parents taught him how to gather souls and luck, how to breathe Mingxiao flames, and taught him how to
He flapped his wings, rushed into the clouds and soared into the sky, teaching him how to concentrate and transform into a human form. Also on that day when the Tianxuanmen besieged the cave, his father fought to the death, but was pierced through the heart by a random sword, and his mother escaped to protect him before leaving.
A reluctant kiss on the forehead...
All kinds of scenes invaded Gui Haiming's mind like a mountain. He was stunned for a moment, and his face became colder. He secretly clenched his fists, suppressed all the emotions in his heart, and then responded coldly, "Not bad."
", and took another step forward. From the other party's short answer, even the young Xiao Hai could feel something was wrong. He shrank his shoulders, closed his mouth wisely, and asked no more questions.
About half an hour later, the two of them walked deep into the mountains and gradually entered the valley. The valley was deep, green water was gurgling, smoke was lingering, and steam was rising. Green moss covered the mountain steps, making the stone road wet and slippery. The void was full of moisture.
The water mist moistened the leaves of the surrounding shrubs and turned them green. The broad banana leaves were connected one after another, almost blocking the sun, leaving only a few rays of sunlight in the gaps between the leaves.
Sensing the strange movement of spiritual power, Gui Haiming picked up Xiao Hai's collar with his backhand, put the child gently on the ground, and protected him behind him. Then, he raised his sword eyebrows, took off the Panlong Spear from his back, and shot the child horizontally.
The place where the water vapor is most abundant. Just a roar was heard, and the tree hole filled with water smoke was blasted open by Gui Haiming's gun. The sawdust scattered, the branches and leaves trembled, revealing a dark tunnel.
"Follow me."
Gui Haiming turned his head slightly and warned the children behind him coldly. Xiaohai nodded obediently, reached out and grabbed the hem of Gui Haiming's clothes, and followed the tall and thin figure step by step into the dark and endless cave. Angelica
Hai Ming flipped his right palm, igniting a cluster of ghostly fire in his palm. Xiao Hai's eyes widened in surprise, and he praised curiously:
"Uncle, how did you do it? It's amazing!"
"Skills." Gui Haiming responded in a deep voice. He saw the flames of Mingxiao jumping in his palms. The swaying fire reflected the surrounding scenery: the cave was winding down, and the walls were all wet soil.
, just enough for one person to pass through. After passing through the long corridor, there is an open underground cave in front, with a quagmire in the middle, and bubbles are constantly rolling in the water, as if it is boiling.
Seeing that the cave was dark and the swamp was even more strange, Xiao Hai could not help but move in fear and hid behind Gui Haiming. Gui Haiming frowned slightly, he raised his arm and actually threw the Mingxiao Flame in his palm towards
The quagmire suddenly burst into flames, and the marsh gas was ignited by the dark fire, stirring up a blue flame.
The next moment, the pond water made a "gurgling" sound, and more and more bubbles gathered. From the muddy water, a head full of mud emerged. The man jumped out of the mud, his whole body was covered with mud, and his back was bent.
The hunchback held a pair of copper hammers in his hand. He made a "clang" sound, hit the heavy hammer in his hand, and said bitterly:
"Who is this blind guy who dares to come to your Grandpa Ku's territory to cause trouble? Are you looking for death, gua!"