In the provincial capital in late autumn, the dust particles floating in the air seemed colder than in the other three seasons. After Yi Tianxing returned to the provincial capital university from Guiyuan Temple, he gradually disappeared the sad look in his face and returned to his usual lazy appearance of Yan Xiaowuji. However, deep in his heart, he naturally knew that there was something waiting for him.

The girl Qin Zi'er may have been led back to the mountains to heal her wounds by the mysterious leader of Shang Santian Sect. In short, Yi Tianxing looked around on campus. After watching for many days, he never saw that pretty figure.

After returning to school, Yi Tianxing still struggled to turn his lips and tongue.

He encountered some small troubles, after all, he was always a bit unreasonable after spending so many classes for no reason. The director of the department looked kind, but he had murderous intent, which made him very scared. Fortunately, the old man did not brag - he knew a person from the Provincial Department of Education. Shortly after Yi Tianxing expressed his predicament with a long-distance call, the person from the Department of Education helped Yi Tianxing solve this problem.

The problem was only temporarily solved, because the eyes of the department head who casts on the boy were filled with anger that is so hatred that it is not so good.

But Yi Tianxing was even more angry than him.

This anger does not come from the light campus life, but the depression and anger arise from the unreasonable suppression on Wudang Mountain in Guiyuan Temple a few days ago, but also from the loss after understanding the whole truth of the matter, and also from the confusion and ignorance of one's own identity.

Who am I? Where am I from? Where am I going?

The three major questions that have been asked by philosophers for N hundred years now often ring in his mind.

The Buddha's heart is like a lotus seed, but it cannot stop the blue waves in the pond shining in the evening, like flames rising gradually.

He subconsciously did not think about it, and he also refused to go to Guiyuan Temple to visit the great demon master. He didn't know whether he wanted to escape or was at a loss. He wanted to close his eyes and have a dream. Even though he was a talented man and had a sophisticated Zen method, he was just a seventeen-year-old boy after all.

Yi Tianxing slipped out of the old gray building in the department with a quiet face, and then returned to the old sixth house. Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the dormitory, he found that many classmates looked at him with more meaning than usual. He frowned slightly, but he still didn't forget to smile, touched Room 247 from the dark aisle, and then pushed the door open and went in.

"What's wrong?" he asked his roommates with a smile.

Several classmates laughed, but they seemed a little embarrassed.

This embarrassment seemed to have been going on among the crowd for a while.

A Jiangsu classmate who lives in the upper shop suddenly said, "Lao Yi, why did you go to those days?"

Yi Tianxing replied with a smile: "Something happened at home, so I left for a few days."

After this formulaic question and answer, the 247th bedroom fell into an awkward silence again. After a while, the Sichuan Bantou, who was still not very good at morality and still had a strong reputation, walked in from outside the dormitory, breaking the atmosphere.

"Lao Yi, do you have any connection with those people in society?"

The head of the class is the head of the class, straightforward.

Yi Tianxing was stunned and thought to himself how this is what people know. After thinking about it, he smiled and said, "There is no connection? You know I am an orphan."

"What happened to our school hospital the day before yesterday..." the squad leader asked tentatively.

Yi Tianxing laughed and then realized why the boys in the Old Sixth House looked a little awkward. It turned out that the story of being caught in the police station finally spread.

"Where are you, you actually want to betray me a bad person?" Yi Tianxing's eyebrows were shaking, and his eyes were waving in the shape of a Daiyu burial flower. "I just saw a person injured on the way back, so I sent him to the school hospital. But I knew that the person was injured by a knife, so I was asked by the police to take a record."

"Evil..." The six big boys in the dormitory were almost scared and sweating because of his behavior. The head of the troupe smiled and said, "I thought it was the case, so that's how it is."

Yi Tianxing smiled slightly, without the guilt that liars should have. Anyway, he believed that Master Binku would definitely let Director Pan clear himself, but instead thought to himself, would he have to let Yuan Ye or Pengfei Industry and Trade send him a banner with four big words: "Be brave enough to do justice"?

Everyone was talking, but the downstairs of the Old Sixth House suddenly became lively. Some students were talking in groups of east and west, as if something had happened. The Jiangsu students who lived on Yitianxing stretched out half of their heads, and then turned around excitedly and reported: "Students, it seems that something happened to the Civil Court."

The Civil College was originally a separate Nationalities College, but later incorporated into the provincial capital university. Now it is considered a classmate of Yi Tianxing and others.

There are many Tibetan students in the Nationalities College. They are strong in their studies and are straightforward in their temperament. They drink barley and horse milk, and eat lamb legs and babas. They are born with ruthlessness, even in the prosperous and prosperous provincial capital, there is no sign of softening. Three cups are singular, but the Five Mountains are light. Naturally, they don’t care what mountains and waters the Five Mountains are, but they are as open and awe-inspiring as the blue sky on the plateau. This is the personality, so these Tibetan students often conflict with the people around them because of disagreement.

Yi Tianxing is also a bit stubborn at heart, so he doesn't think there is any big problem with this personality. On the contrary, he is a little envious.

If he hadn't had something to do the next day, he might have gone downstairs to see where these Tibetan classmates were communicating with the people from the corner of the knife.

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The next day, it was still dawn, Yi Tianxing got up and went to the playground to run a few bored circles. He took advantage of the lack of people to call the Vermilion Bird down and tossed it up.

Yi Tianxing had a lasting reason to torment his son of the Red Bird. He wanted to lose weight for the son of the bird. When this baby Zhuque was born, he was so lively and slender and untainted. Now he swallowed Kunlun's goblin fire and didn't know why the ancestor master pointed it out. The fire in his body began to become fierce, but this look also seemed a little clumsy and dull, and his belly was so round that he couldn't see the original agility.

——Yi Tianxing is naturally not a common man who judges birds by his appearance. He just had an extremely important task in his next trip to the county town, that is, to be great.

Honey.

The correct classmate Zou Leilei gave a full explanation, and his body, which is neither human nor demon, will probably break his marriage. All hope is placed on this lovely Suzaku Bird.

Everyone knows that no matter whether it is stupid or smart, as long as you are a little girl, you will always have endless love for the cute little bird and beast. Yi Tianxing expects that his red bird son can absorb most of Lei Lei's attention and improve her love index, so as to resist the infinite fear of his boyfriend being not a "human".

What a pity, this red bird looks so unlovable now, just like a bully among birds, a medium-sized turkey.

How can this be called Yi Tianxing? So in the days since he returned from Guiyuan Temple, he instructed the Vermilion Bird to fly back and forth between the provincial capital and Wudang every day, and had to travel back and forth within three minutes. Anyway, the old and young Taoist priests in Wudang Mountain know the existence of this Vermilion Bird, so there is no need to worry about anything.

However, the daily long-distance flight training made the little Zhuque's body scattered, and he felt anger towards his father for the first time in his rolling eyes. But even so, the bird's weight loss work still came to a halt, his weight was not light at all, and his body was not thin at all, which made Yi Tianxing sigh and feel very unwilling.

Today, Yi Tianxing was struggling with the little red bird again. He had no choice but to shake his head, put his hand on his back, and went to the second canteen of the provincial capital university to eat a bowl of porridge and ate two steamed buns. He slowly walked along the tattered stadium to the east gate of the school, preparing to visit Xiao Xiao.

Xiao Xiao's injuries have stabilized a lot. Yuan Ye transferred him to the Provincial People's Hospital a few days ago. Yi Tianxing carried a mess and walked downstairs with a broken bag. He looked at the Tibetan youth who were gradually surrounding him. He smiled, walked out of the school gate, took the No. 19 bus, and rushed to the hospital. The buses along the way were mixed with popularity, and they were unbearable, but this young man felt extremely happy. He had been dealing with those half-immortal and half-human practicing Taoism a few days ago. At this time, he really felt the morbid atmosphere, but it was a rare enjoyment. He bought a hard pot outside the gate of the People's Hospital, stuffed three yuan beef into it, and began to chew heavily. He squatted on the street like an old farmer, and looked at the men and women walking in front of him, so happy.

After eating, Guo Kui bought seven more and put them in his schoolbag, then went into the hospital, found the ward at the inpatient department, and opened the door and entered.

The two gangsters guarding the door looked at him, reached out to stop him, and shouted, "What are you doing? Didn't you see this is a single-person special care unit? Why did you break in?"

Strangely, after fighting with those cultivators in Wudang Mountain in Guiyuan Temple, Yi Tianxing's mind became more calm, and he did not look like he looked down on the world after first learning magic. Instead, he said sincerely: "My name is Yi Tianxing, let's take a look at Xiao Xiao."

The two gangsters were specially arranged by Yuan Ye to take care of Xiao Xiao in the hospital. Naturally, they were active and diligent and capable. At first, they heard the name Yi Tianxing, and then they felt familiar. After thinking about it, they remembered what the name represents. The sweat on their backs came out, and they lowered their heads and said in a trembling voice: "So it's the young master."

Yi Tianxing smiled, thinking that the young master of the Gu family had no benefit in front of him, and joked, "Don't call him young master." After glanced at the two of them, he found that they were quite young, so he said, "I'll call me Brother Yi in the future." After that, he looked up and walked into the ward.

When the two young men heard it behind him, their faces moved, thinking that the young master was the young master, and they always stood on the popular waves - isn't this a popular title on the roads in the province and Hong Kong? They looked at each other and saluted respectfully, "Yes, the first brother."

I don't know what Yi Tianxing would think if these two people heard him wrongly, but when he saw Xiao Xiao with a pale face lying on the bed with his eyes closed, his heart was filled with nameless fire. Although the auspicious Tianzongsi, who was plotting against Xiao Xiao, was now beaten by his own Tianhuo with a knife, he felt a little bored and sad whenever he thought about the injured person in front of him who could walk on his legs for the rest of his life.

At this time, he discovered that there was a young boy lying beside Xiao Xiao’s hospital bed sleeping beside the bed.

The boy was quite handsome and looked a bit similar to Xiao Xiao. Yi Tianxing frowned, knowing that this must be Xiao Xiao's only relative, younger brother. He stepped forward and gently woke up the boy.

"Who are you?" Xiao Xiao's brother's eyes showed a hint of shock and lies. No wonder he was the one who cut off his leg. This naturally made him feel a little uneasy.

"My name is Yi Tianxing." Yi Tianxing made his smile as natural as possible, "It's your brother's colleague in the company. Are you Xiao Xiao's younger brother? What's your name?"

"My name is Xiao Yong."

“How old is this year?”

“Seventeen.”

“Where do you go to school?”

Yi Tianxing may have been used to giving orders to Pengfei Industry and Trade, so he didn't feel that it seemed a bit weird to ask questions like a kind elder.

“Study in high school at Six Middle School.”

"Didn't I ask the company to hire a caretaker?" Yi Tianxing felt a little distressed when he saw the boy's face full of fatigue and red eyes.

Xiao Yong smiled a little silly, "Brother, how can you let outsiders serve you?"

Yi Tianxing also smiled and said, "You go and have a rest first. Your brother and I have something to say."

Xiao Yong hesitated and asked, "I just recovered for a few days, and the doctor said he wanted him to rest more."

Yi Tianxing shook his head. Although his face was still smiling, he did not give him a chance to refute in his words: "A moment."

Xiao Yong was also a smart person. Seeing that this young man could enter the ward silently through two bodyguards outside the door, he was sure that this person was not a simple person. He also vaguely knew that his brother was lying on the road. After thinking about it, he smiled and said, "Okay, I haven't slept for two days, thank you for your hard work."

"It's very appropriate." Yi Tianxing watched him push the door out, and praised in his heart. Then he thought of such a younger brother, so his brother must be nowhere short of that.

At this time, only he and Xiao Xiao who was sleeping in the hospital bed were left in the ward.

Yi Tianxing reached his hand behind his neck and touched it. A few days ago, the ancestor master planted a demon hair on the back of his head. Although it was later refined by the residual aura of Emperor Zhenwu, in the battle with the young master Qin Zier in Wudang Mountain, this demon hair gave him a lot of inspiration from unknown places, allowing him to understand something that he would never understand.

He gently stepped forward his right palm and faced the clean wall in the ward.

The Three Taste Sutras in Meditation flashed in my mind, and a light red flame oozed out under his fingernails of the middle and two fingers, and it shone for no reason.

Just as if he wanted to see through the real Lan strings of the young master Qin Zier, he gently wiped the two fingers burning with black fire on his eyes without hesitation.

The Tianhuo, which could melt gold and turn iron, was evenly connected by his fingers on his delicate eyes. But he only felt his eyes being gently rubbed by his slightly warm fingertips, which was very comfortable.

The next moment he opened his eyes and found that his hand had indeed worked as if it was on Wudang Mountain.

He blinked and looked at the scene in the ward again, but he felt a little weird, with the bedside table, flowers, the curtains on the windowsill, and all the lines presented to his eyes in a very wonderful way.

Yi Tianxing didn't know how long this method would last, so he quickly walked up and sat next to Xiao Xiao's hospital bed, lifted the quilt, and stared at his broken legs wrapped in layers of bandages.

This leg was cut by the fairy sword in the hand of the Jixiang Tianmen Xia Zongsi. The benefits of the fairy sword are not comparable to those of human objects. Fortunately, Xiao Xiao's broken limb section is abnormally smooth. The minimally invasive doctor at the provincial capital university can replant the broken limb as perfectly as possible, and the nerve recovery should be simpler than that of ordinary patients with broken limbs.

Yi Tianxing didn't know medicine, but after he used the method of burning the fire fingers in Wudang Mountain to see through Qin Zier's true Lanxian's running trajectory, he felt vaguely that he could use this method to see how Xiao Xiao's injury was and how those neuron repairs that seemed very troublesome in the medical world were underway.

As expected, when his eyes touched the bandage, the image reflected back was not a white medical bandage, but seemed to have some penetrating power and penetrated deeply. Yi Tianxing carefully called his own thoughts, while chanting the Heart Sutra to stabilize his mind, while urging his own thoughts to look into Xiao Xiao's broken limbs.

The divine eyes are like lightning, which is what the gods in the sky. At this time, Yi Tianxing's vision is not as terrifying as lightning and thunder, but it is also as sharp as X-rays.

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I don't know how long I looked, Yi Tianxing sighed and slowly took back his mind from Xiao Xiao's broken limb. When he looked up, he was stunned to see Xiao Xiao turning his head to look at him with some difficulty.

Yi Tianxing was startled and said embarrassedly: "Are you awake?"

Xiao Xiao looked at him without saying anything for a long time and suddenly asked, "Is my legs saved?"

"You should ask the doctor." Yi Tianxing responded with his head scratching.

"Young Master, you can help me. I know." After experiencing life and death, Xiao Xiao was much quieter than before."

"How can I help you?"
To be continued...