Really not a villain

Mu Jiangling staggered two steps back and crashed into someone's arms.

He didn't care whose arms he fell into, but tried to open his eyes, looking at the clear figure not far away, and moved his lips, as if he wanted to speak.

However, the Yinyun Dao was really not easy to handle after being stimulated repeatedly before. Under the pain, urgency, shock and grief, Mu Jiangling held his chest and vomited several mouthfuls of blood, his body went limp, and he passed out.

That sentence was never asked: "Qisheng, why are you wearing Qingyuntai's clothes?"

Ying Chen squatted down, put the person flat on the ground, lowered his head and stretched out his hand, brushed the bright red tassel on the end of the knife, rubbed the blood stained on his fingertips, raised his eyes, the eyes were sharper than the blade of the knife .

Yun Qisheng was frightened by the sight, gritted his teeth, and said, "Who are you?"

This person clearly has no spiritual power at all, but it can make him tremble with fear, and give birth to an urge to run away.

"Your life is not bad." Ying Chen said slowly, "If he hadn't blocked these knives, you would have died."

Mu Jiangling woke up in the inn.

The room was dark, with no lights on, but the brazier was burning warmly.

The wound was treated very well, and the sword energy that prevented the wound from healing disappeared.He tried to get up, fumbled to light the candle on the table, and the light of the bean candle was bright in an instant.

He picked up the candlestick, only to see three silver cloud knives neatly placed next to them, as thin as a cicada's wings, with golden streaks shining, and red tassels like blood.Intermittent memories ran wildly in my mind, causing my brain to ache.He stood quietly for a while, then turned and returned to the bed, and put the candlestick on the wooden cabinet beside the bed.

"Ok?"

There is a bowl of wontons in clear soup on the wooden cabinet. It has been completely cooled, and it must have been stored for a long time.

Mu Jiangling picked it up and took a sip. It tasted good, probably because of the craftsmanship of the proprietress of this inn.

Looking for a doctor again, and serving wontons again, such a kind-hearted proprietress, won't be frightened by the vicious looking Ying Chen, right?This guy probably kicked the door in by force. After all, any normal store would not easily let a guy with a blood-stained person in his arms.He took a coat casually and put it on—it was new, the proprietress was really thoughtful—and pushed open the door.You can't see your fingers in the corridor, and you can barely see clearly with the light in the room.There was no one in the lobby, and the old floor creaked loudly.

A strange thought came to Mu Jiangling's heart, he is not the only one in this store, right?

A gust of cold wind blew from nowhere, making him shiver a few times, and a cluster of spiritual fires lit up on his fingertips to illuminate his way, and he wanted to leave the cold corridor quickly.The wooden floors are quite old, and many of them are warped at one end.When he reached the stairs, he was negligent for a moment and tripped over the plank, and the spiritual fire was suddenly extinguished. He could only watch himself fall towards the dark stairs, and closed his eyes in fright.

The expected scene of tumbling down the stairs and the wound bursting into pain did not appear.

Someone held his shoulder and said, "Where are you going?"

Mu Jiangling opened his eyes, a pair of shimmering vertical pupils were looking at him in the darkness.

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It's scary! ! !Scarier than bumping into a ghost! ! ! ! !

Ying Chen supported him, and the two of them stuck very close, with warm breath rushing towards them.He repeated: "Where are you going?"

Mu Jiangling held his breath, subconsciously replied: "Looking for you."

"Find me?"

"Ah."

He didn't feel that there was anything wrong with such a question and answer, it was very natural.

While speaking, he was shivering a few times from the cold.

Ying Chen pushed the man up the stairs and said, "Go back."

Mu Jiangling was pushed back into the room in such a daze.Ying Chen closed the door, the cold wind was blocked outside, the brazier was burning, and the room was warm again soon.

silence.

But it was different from the previous few times, when one was afraid and the other was too lazy to talk to each other, and the two were relatively speechless.

Mu Jiangling didn't want to talk.He was sleepy, the wound was hurting, and the room was warm and reassuring.He wanted to climb into bed, roll over and sleep comfortably.

Ying Chen seemed to really want to talk, but he didn't know how long to say, it was so difficult for him, and he seemed to want to talk for a while.

Really sleepy.Mu Jiangling yawned as he climbed onto the bed and said, "Where's the innkeeper? Don't scare him."

"This is an abandoned inn." Seeing him turning his head, Ying Chen kindly added, "It is said that it is haunted."

Mu Jiangling carried the quilt and slept for a while, either not or not.

"Then my injury? Where is the doctor?"

"I caught it."

"Then this wonton?"

"I stole it."

"Clothes, quilts, braziers?"

"The clothes were stolen, and the quilt and brazier were obtained by the captured doctor."

"..."

Mu Jiangling was dumbfounded.

He couldn't help asking, "What else did you do?"

Ying Chen said innocently: "Not anymore."

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Why!immortal!Are you so proficient in doing this kind of thing? ? ? ?

Mu Jiangling firmly denied that he had brought people down.Obviously, I just described to him in Xunyang City how to steal a few pieces of clothes at the bottom of the box from other people's house skillfully and calmly, how did it become like this? ? ? ?Stealing, robbing, is this what a god should do? ? ? ? ?

Ying Chen fixed his gaze on the bowl of wontons in clear soup that had only moved a mouthful, and said, "Isn't it delicious?"

"It's cold, it's cold."

If I had known that this bowl of wontons was snatched by this immortal uncle, I would definitely not have any left.Dare to stay? ? ?Might have eaten the whole bowl.

Mu Jiangling pretended to cough: "Ah... by the way, I have a black brocade pouch on me, have you seen it?"

Ying Chen took out a black jade waist pendant and gave it to him: "It's in it, the kit is dirty."

"...You threw away the kit, what should I put it in?"

Ying Chen dug out again, and took out a thin and soft rope, just long enough to hang around his neck.

Mu Jiangling: "..."

This is a waist pendant, hey, why do you want to hang it around your neck? ? ? ?

However, this Moyu waist pendant is indeed special, it is larger than a pendant, but much smaller than an ordinary waist pendant, and it can barely be used as a pendant to hang around the neck.

Mu Jiangling made a knot with the rope, hung the waist pendant, uh, the jade pendant around his neck, then stuffed it into his clothes, and hid it securely.

Ying Chen saw that his fingers were weaving like flowers, which was a bit fresh, and looked at it for a long time with relish, before he said: "Where did this black jade come from?"

"..." Mu Jiangling turned his head away and said in a low voice, "My master's."

Maybe it was because his expression was too depressed, Ying Chen just said "oh" and didn't ask any more questions.

After a while, he asked again: "Do you still eat wontons?"

Mu Jiangling suspected that as long as he nodded, he would go out and grab a bowl and come back without saying a word.

"No, I want to sleep."

"Go to sleep then."

Mu Jiangling covered the quilt: "Good night. Also, thank you."

The candles were extinguished and the room was dark again.

Ying Chen was sitting at the table, his vertical pupils shone faintly, flickering a few times.

Early in the morning, Mu Jiangling crawled out of bed with sleepy eyes, and was completely drowsy by a sudden invitation.

"Ask the Heaven Festival?!!!!"

Unknowingly, ten years have passed since the last Wentian Festival.

Mu Jiangling held the invitation card with mixed emotions in his heart.It was Zhao Wuwang who sent out this invitation last time.But this time, it was Yun Qisheng.Although Yun Qisheng never showed up, he had an inexplicable feeling that he must have sent the invitation for Wentian Festival.

Pei Xing's death, the dazzling Qingyuntai costume, and the three Silver Cloud Knives that were kept with him for the time being.

Thousands of words.

He was destined to go to this Wentian Festival.

"Ying Chen, Ying Chen."

"Ok?"

"Can I discuss something with you?"

"what."

"If I accidentally die, can you take this letter to a person called Duanqing?"

Ying Chen took the letter and put it in his bosom, humming: "Ordinary people."

Mu Jiangling: "???"

Is this a promise or not?

After that, no matter how much he asked, Ying Chen didn't pay any attention to him, so he had to give up disgruntled.

Junshan, also known as Dongting Mountain, means the residence of the immortals in Dongting.According to legend, this mountain floats on the water, and there are hundreds of golden halls under it, where the jade girl lives. The sound of gold, stone, silk and bamboo can be heard from the top of the mountain at four o'clock.It is a blessed place of cave heaven. After the immortal sect occupied this place, they compared their sect to a paradise, so it was named Taoyuan Township.

"Yuezhou is not far from here, and we can arrive there in two or three days." Mu Jiangling spread out the map, gesticulating on it, "No wonder that in Jiangzhou, the Division of Disorders was able to instruct the Inspection Division under Taoyuan Township, It turned out that Xuan Xichen came in person. So, Yun Qisheng appeared in Wutou Mountain, it should be that Qingyuntai was entrusted by Taoyuan Township, and sent people to investigate. Xuan Xichen will bring him to ask the heaven sacrifice. It seems that His status in Qingyuntai is not low..."

"Oh."

"In that case, Meng Tingshen is also here, so it's difficult." Mu Jiangling felt quite a headache, if this was a game set up by Yun Qisheng for revenge, then the ostentation would really be big enough.

As for Zhao Wuwang, after the change of No Return to Yuan, he never went down the mountain gate again, probably because he was scared out of his wits.

Otherwise, as long as he dared to take a step out of the mountain gate, Mu Jiangling would definitely rush over and kill him with all his might.

Just as he was worrying about himself, Mu Jiangling suddenly noticed that Ying Chen was secretly staring at his neckline.

Mu Jiangling: "?"

Ying Chen looked away as if nothing had happened, and after a while, glanced over again.

"..." Mu Jiangling squeezed the jade pendant under his clothes, and sighed, "I found this piece of black jade from the ruins of the house where Master lived. I can still feel it intermittently from this black jade a few years ago. The master's aura disappeared completely afterwards. Well, don't look at it, even if there is something weird, you can't find anyone to ask. If I knew where my master was, I would have looked for it a long time ago. Is it your turn?"

Ying Chen said: "What happened to your master?"

Mu Jiangling smiled: "The whereabouts are unknown, life and death are uncertain."

The hatred that flashed in his eyes was very faint, but it had penetrated deep into the bone marrow, buried in the bottom of his heart, like a poisonous snake biting his heart and gouging out his bones, following him like a shadow.

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