[Qinyang] is the hand that moves the bamboo shoots first

Chapter 3 is locked, you need to read Weibo, "Qing Shenmo Luoshui Yunche_", search for bamboo shoots and drive is OK

When Xie Jianshang woke up, it was already the evening of the second day.

The setting sun is slanting, and the afterglow is about to end. The warm sunset light shines golden in the room through the open bamboo windows.Xie Jianshang woke up amidst the warmth of the setting sun and the sound of pounding medicine. He sat up slowly with the support of the bed, and lightly held his forehead.

Her whole body was sore, soft, and painful, and she didn't need to think about it to know that it was the result of Yang Chuyue's good deeds last night.The middle clothes on her body looked clean and looked like they had been changed. The cuffs of the white clothes were embroidered with the Changgemen logo with white and bluish embroidery thread. It was Yang Chuyue's clothes.

The quilt was also tucked in carefully, as if afraid of him being cold.Xie Jianshang smelled it, and always felt that something was missing, and then he felt that for some reason, the incense that was always smoked in the house stopped, and there was no usual fragrance of stewed bamboo shoots. , I only heard the sound of pounding medicine not far or near, not in a hurry, it should be pounding medicine at the door.

Thinking of something, Xie Jianshang lowered his head and looked at Bieyoudongtian standing quietly against the wall, the tassels were neatly arranged, next to Dongxianyin and Qingyuliu, and the three weapons were all wiped clean.

His broken military Taoist robe was probably taken to be washed, only the crown was placed on the table, and beside the pillow was another set of clothes he brought, it was regarded as a broken prisoner who had achieved the reputation of Chunyang Daozi's beauty, and it was neatly folded so that he could wake up easily. Come and put on.

Xie Jianshang took the clothes and didn't know where to go for a while, sat in a daze, and after a while he came back to his senses and put on the clothes.

The sound of pounding medicine was endless. After getting dressed, he sat on the bed to adjust his breath. Although his legs were still a little weak, it shouldn't be a big problem to get out of bed and walk a few steps.

He put on his boots and got out of bed, and gently pushed open the bamboo door.The golden sunlight slanted into the room and sprinkled him all over.

The sound of smashing medicine stopped.

Sure enough, Yang Chuyue was pounding medicine in the courtyard outside the door.He didn't wear Changge's clothes today, but wore a white golden moon among the clouds, which is hard to find in the rivers and lakes, and his long hair was tied with a headband without a crown.Hearing the creaking of the bamboo door, he stopped what he was doing and looked up at Xie Jianshang.

Xie Jianshang also held the door to look at him, his eyes met for a while, and they were speechless.

This silence was broken by Yang Chuyue.He put down the medicine pestle, stood up, respectfully bowed to Xie Jianshang, and said solemnly, "Please forgive me, Daoist, Yang Chuyue made such a big mistake, and should have kowtowed in apology, but Chuyue swore that she would only kneel on this knee." Heaven kneels down and kneels down to the king's parents, but if the Taoist priest wants to kill or cut him up, he will do as he pleases, and Chu Yue will never say anything wrong."

Xie Jianzhang shook his head, his voice was still a little hoarse: "I want your life for nothing. When everything is settled, sir, come back to Chunyang with me, let the head find a way to get rid of the demonic nature of your husband, or you will change later. Mr.'s condition may become more and more serious."

Yang Chuyue raised her head with an unbelievable expression: "The Taoist priest didn't blame me?"

Xie Jianshang cleared his cough, blushed slightly, and didn't start to say: "The matter is over, let it be over, and it's not the original intention of the gentleman, and... there is no reason to blame the gentleman because my cultivation is too shallow and my Taoism is uncertain."

Yang Chuyue's expression darkened a bit: "This is my demon, what I do is what I think and I dare not do it, how does the Taoist priest know that he is not from his heart?"

Xie Jianzhang shook his head, avoiding the serious and paying light, and did not answer this question: "It is just a demon living in Mr. Sojourn. Now that this time has passed, Mr. don't worry about it."

Yang Chuyue sighed for a long time, and stood with her hands behind her back, bathed in the setting sun, dressed in white and with black hair, she was extremely desolate.

Xie Jianshang looked at him and suddenly felt that he was a bit pitiful.

Yes, poor.

As a leader of the generation of long songs, he is restrained in his actions and speech, and he doesn't know where to confide in his heart.Standing alone on a high place, with an outstanding appearance, he is held in high regard by the sect master and all the gentlemen. No ordinary disciple in the sect would dare to talk to him, so he must have been celibate for many years.And for so many years of hard work, no friends, and seemingly no relatives, I can only learn so many things in boredom, it is really lonely and pitiful.

He hesitated for a while, organized his words, and said: "If you have something on your mind, Mister, you might as well tell Jianzhang directly, Jianzhang will not treat Mr. as an outsider." After he finished speaking, he didn't dare to look at Yang Chuyue's expression, so he turned and went into the room up.

Yang Chuyue was stunned for a moment before she understood what he meant.

Is this treating yourself as a real friend?

But he...Yang Chuyue sighed again, brushed off the dust on the skirt of his robe, did not think about this question for the time being, shook his head, squatted down and continued to make medicine.

Yang Chuyue probably really used too much force that night, Xie Jianshang lay on the bed for two or three days before he could move freely.During the period, Yang Chuyue took care of her meticulously, with guilt and sincerity.

Xie Jianshang took the opportunity to chat with him, and gradually learned about him.

Sure enough, as I thought, he lost his parents in the flood when he was young, and was sent to Changge as an orphan. He grew up in Changge Gate since he was a child. He learned everything and taught everything. He was praised as a genius. As a direct disciple of the master of the sect, he lived alone early on and had no friends. The only ones who were close to him were the deer raised in the Changge gate and his master.Later, he got into a demon and injured his fellow sect. After being controlled by Mr. Li Bai and the sect master, he lived alone on an island. No one in the Changge sect dared to approach him. He could only bid farewell by himself and left Changge to travel around the world. , decided to temporarily settle in Shuzhong.

It seems that the scenery is boundless, but in fact it is bitter, like drinking water.

Knowing that he was frustrated with this, Xie Jianshang intended to enlighten him, but every time Yang Chuyue was mentioned, he would shake his head, his brows undiminished.He didn't know how to unravel, so he could only chat with him, and the two of them chatted for a few days and felt more sympathetic to each other.

Afterwards, Xie Jianshang was finally healed, fully prepared, and set off for Chunyang Palace.

When locking the bamboo house, Yang Chuyue smiled: "I don't know if I can come again."

Xie Jianshang thought for a while: "Actually, sir, there is no need to lock the lock. There are many hunters in the mountains. If the hunters get lost in the mountains and see this bamboo house, it will be a good thing to have a moment to rest."

Yang Chuyue nodded: "The Taoist priest is right." With a slight movement of his hand, the copper lock shattered and fell to the ground.The two looked at each other and smiled, and left the small courtyard in the vast bamboo sea.