Panguan

There was incense burning in the room and smoke was curling up. He refused to raise his eyes, so naturally he couldn't clearly see the expressions of the children. But he could feel one of them shaking, the silk pants swaying slightly.

They are afraid of him.

I thought when I heard it.

Suddenly, the door creaked and someone pushed it open.

The children were stunned for a moment, and quickly stood in a row in fear, shoulders squeezing, still far away from him. They clasped their hands, raised them to their foreheads, bowed their heads and bowed respectfully, and called "Master" in childlike voices.

He was the only one who remained indifferent, still staring at the bird without raising his head or making a sound. He just pursed his lips tightly and clenched the hands behind his back even tighter, making it hurt.

He heard the rustling of footsteps, very light, like a breeze passing through the forest. Then, a man stood still in front of him.

The man was very tall and he could only see the hem of his robe.

The inner coat is snow-white, and the outer cover is a rich red. It is obviously a very bright color, but it gives people a cold and chilling feeling inexplicably, like blood flowing down from the top of the snow-capped mountains.

The other children were silent and took a few steps aside.

Only when I smelled it, I remained motionless, standing there dully, as if I was silently competing with someone.

"What's going on?" The person in front of him asked.

His voice seemed to be covered with something, it sounded nice, but a little muffled. Maybe it was because I was in a dream, but it was a little blurry. But it could be heard that the tone was not vicious, and could even be considered gentle.

But those children were still respectful and fearful.

"What are you doing huddled in the corner of the room?" the man asked again.

One of the tied-up children said timidly: "We...we are afraid."

"What are you afraid of?" The man still spoke slowly.

The child hesitated and hesitated to answer. But another one, who was slightly younger, said angrily: "He is a ghost."

The finger pointed far away, obviously talking about hearing.

He remained silent when he heard it, his face was sullen, and his lips pursed tighter. Maybe it was because Mengli was young, but he felt a little uncomfortable hearing those words.

"Who told you these words?" The man asked again, still in a gentle tone, but a little lighter.

The aggressive child suddenly became scared, but he still held his neck and said: "Everyone I heard from down the mountain said that he was an evil ghost. He was the one who killed that little bird."

When Wen Shi opened his eyes wide, he was still staring at the already erect bird.

He wanted to squat down and touch it, to make it move, but he just squeezed his fingers tightly.

"The bird flew in and was still alive, so it rested on the table." The child said forcefully, "He was killed."

After Wen Shi waited for a long time, the person in front of him finally spoke again: "What about these two stones? He also threw them?"

The child fell silent.

The man asked again: "Are you afraid of him?"

The child hesitated and said, "I'm afraid..."

The person in front of me seemed to have nodded. After a while, I heard his warm and deep voice coming from above my head: "Yanxia's words are so nice, and you are so brave, why stay here? You have to suffer so much."

He seemed to be joking and his tone was not serious, but the child was already frightened.

The other children spoke out one after another, as if they wanted to plead for mercy, but because they were young and not very good at talking, they all hesitated, which made Wen Shi, who was standing aside, even more lonely.

When I heard it, I opened my eyes even wider without blinking.

Something was cooking on the stove not far away, and the heat always drifted this way, making his vision a little blurry and his eyes a little hot. Very annoying.

After a while, the person in front of me said: "I will punish you to go to the stone platform to practice the talisman, and then come back to me after knocking down three bluestones."

"Next time, you'll have to understand things before you speak." After the man finished speaking, he lowered his hand.

His clean and wide sleeves were rolled up, and the shriveled and stiff bird on the ground disappeared.

I finally had a reaction when I heard it.

His eyelashes trembled, as if he wanted to raise his head and cry out to get the bird back. He felt a big hand fall on his head and said, "Why don't you call someone?"

His lips moved when he heard it, but he refused to speak.

The man was not annoyed, and just patted him on the back of the head again. His voice was as pleasant as the mountain breeze blowing into the pine trees: "Come on, follow me up the mountain."

When I heard it, I was stubborn and didn't want to be so obedient.

But maybe it was because the man's voice was as gentle as water, or maybe it was because the other person's hands were so big that they could almost protect the entire back of his head. His feet moved forward unconsciously.

Only when Feng Xue was confused did he realize that he had followed the man out of the house obediently and onto the mountain path.

The snow may have just fallen, and there is a light layer of white on the ground.

I heard that Shi was small and unsteady, and he staggered when he walked.

After just two steps, he heard the man ask: "Is it cold?"

He was still silent when he heard it.

"Did I pick up a mute apprentice?" the man said again.

He finally raised his head when he heard it.

The man was so tall that he had to raise his face to see the other person's back.

The man seemed to be wearing some kind of simple and complicated mask. From the angle when he heard it, he could only see pale skin, a thin chin, and clear and beautiful bone lines on the side of his face.

He stretched out his hand when he heard it. His open palm was thin and clean, and his slender fingers were slightly curved.