Brother is a heartless thing [Rebirth]

Min Shao watched Wen Xuan pick up the floating fish, his expression darkened, and he saw that he took out two pieces of high-quality paper from it.

One of them is an ordinary letter paper, and the other one is recognized by him. It is a deed paper commonly used to convey missions in state affairs. If one accepts missions, one must sign a deed with spiritual power.

The letter was undoubtedly sent by Xiao Chengjian, Wen Xuan read it scribbled, and frowned as if there was nothing between his brows.

"If there is something urgent at Dongjing, you can go back now." Min Shao stood up slowly, with a very dull tone.

"It's nothing to do with Dong Jing, it's Xiao Chengjian himself." Wen Xuan seemed helpless, and turned up the contract paper, "He said that he had something to do at the moment, and asked me to do it for him."

Xiao Chengjian's official position in Dongjing is considered to be half a military officer. Every month, the monarch will arrange some work to do. Remoteness, or some other random reason, I simply feel lazy and don't want to do it.

As he said, Wen Xuan pinched the lower end of the deed paper with his fingers, without even looking at the contents above, almost without any hesitation, a faint and swirling spiritual flow lit up on his fingertips, condensing like a small whirlpool, and in the blink of an eye, the A spiritual imprint was branded on it, and the deed was signed.

Seeing this, Min Shao shrank his hands behind his back slightly, and his complexion became even more gloomy.

Sometimes Wen Xuan's trust in Xiao Chengjian was something he never noticed.For Wen Xuan, this kind of trust may just be the friendship of bamboo horses for many years. When the two friends get along with each other, everything seems to be very natural.

But for Min Shao, this kind of trust is like a kind of dependence, like a strong burning jealousy, ignited again and again, burning his heart beyond recognition.

Wen Xuan didn't grow up with him.

No matter whether it is asking about cultivation, whether it is daily necessities, rice, oil and salt, the two people have been together day and night for so many years, and it has penetrated into his heart bit by bit. What has grown is not only his love from ignorance to flustered and throbbing, but also more. There is loneliness, humbleness, loss of soul, jealousy that come with it... like an inexhaustible weed that grows in the bottom of my heart, the longer it grows, the more vigorous it becomes, and the longer it grows, the more desolate it becomes.

Although the origin of all this is not because of Xiao Chengjian.

It was the years when he made a mistake and completely ran counter to Wen Xuan.

He should have blamed himself, but he couldn't convince himself not to think about it anyway.

If the person who was with Wen Xuan all the time was not Xiao Chengjian, or there was no such person as Xiao Chengjian at all...

What will happen?

Wen Xuan didn't notice his sudden entanglement, and raised his head from the deed, "... By the way, what did you want to say?"

Min Shao's eyes were cold and deep. After looking at him for a moment, his two thin lips touched lightly: "I said... If I want you to go with me to find Wuhun Lingzhi, would you be willing?"

Wen Xuan was taken aback for a moment, then asked dumbly after a while: "Why?"

"No reason, to go or not to go?"

"……go."

"But..." Wen Xuan looked at the deed paper in his hand, hesitated for a while, and said, "I have already signed this deed paper, and the tasks on it are time-limited. How about this, I will wait for a few days This task is completed, how about coming to Yuyang to discuss with Junshang about Wuhun Lingzhi?"

"I will go with you."

"What?" Wen Xuan's eyes widened slightly.

Min Shao took the deed paper from his hand, held it up in front of him, nodded with his fingertips, and said coldly, "Here, I'll go with you."

Monarch Yuyang is cold-tempered and reserved to save face. In short, he wants to save face. He doesn't want to admit that because of the momentary sea of ​​jealousy, he has turned all the cold-blooded alienation that had been kept intact in front of Wen Xuan into a fart.

Wen Xuan was stunned.

Although it is not unreasonable to ask him to find Wuhun Lingzhi together.Places where spirits and spirits exist are often dangerous and unpredictable, and too many people breaking in will easily disturb the local ghosts and ghosts and cause unnecessary trouble, so the fewer people who go there, the better, but this requires the other party to have enough His cultivation base strength, for example, Wen Xuan's conditions, are just in line.

But Wen Xuan is not stupid.

If it is said that he only relied on those vague guesses and feelings before, it is entirely possible to say that he is being self-indulgent.But now he can be sure - Min Shao, as the king of Yuyang, wants to condescend to do such a trivial task with him, and even lower his self-worth.

If you want to say that you don't have the slightest affection for him, isn't it just deceiving your ears?

Wen Xuan endured it without letting her lips curl up, and agreed calmly.

……

According to the deed, there was a problem with the aura in a remote town in Eastern Jingguo, which caused the vegetation and crops in the town to grow abnormally and flourish for a long time.And Wen Xuan's task is to find out the cause of this situation and restore the local aura to normal.

Generally, when such a situation occurs, it is either because of treasures or evil spirits, or because of the appearance of spirit beasts and monsters, or because there are people maliciously causing trouble in the local area.

Either way, it's not too much trouble to solve.

Wen Xuan and Min Shao Yujian spent a whole day and night from Yuyang Capital City to Dongjing Qingping Town, arriving at dawn the next day.

Since Min Shao's mark between eyebrows was too conspicuous and easily recognized by others, he covered up the special medicine in advance, simply changed into his normal clothes, and observed the town like a walk with Wen Xuan.

Qingping Town was built by mountains and rivers, far away from Wangcheng. Although it is not considered rich, the people are self-sufficient.

The two made a rough circle, and then went back to the street from the ridges of the field. The spirit test stone in Wen Xuan's hand always showed that the aura in the town was abnormal, but they never had a special strong reaction, and they couldn't tell the difference for a while. Where is the root cause? In the end, I decided to ask the local people about the situation.

There are already a lot of people going out early in the morning, the common people come and go, those who go to the market go to the market, those who are busy with work are busy with work, and there are many small stalls selling breakfast food on the side of the road.

As soon as the cage of the steamed stuffed bun shop by the side of the road was opened, the thick steaming mist lingered and dissipated, and the fragrant steamed buns wafted out. The shop owner swayed the rough plantain fan in his hand through the cloud and mountain mist in front of him, and yelled loudly—— —

"Buns—pork, prunes and vegetables——"

The stall selling cooking cakes across the street also shouted: "Cooking cakes, cooking cakes, three coins a piece-cooking cakes stuffed with sauce and meat—"

"Liji Cold Noodles, all kinds of stewed in red oil - cheap and big bowl!"

Even the broken wooden table next to it, and the fortune-telling magic stick who set up a stall joined in the fun, sitting on the wooden bench and leaning against the dusty wall behind him, yelling in a lazy tone as if he hadn't woken up— —

"Looking at the past, young people travel with golden seals and purple ribbons, lazy and light fur. It has nothing to do with the king's judgment of good and bad things, and he doesn't believe in divination. Looking back, there is no way to chase the past, and the failure will eventually become water. It is nothing more than a big dream. Ask the common people if they want it or not?"

After reading a poem in a mysterious manner, the man lazily raised his eyelids, met Wen Xuan's gaze, and immediately smiled casually on his lips, "Oh, that young master over there, do you want to come and take a piece?" Hexagrams? Divination asks about the future, eliminates disasters and solves difficulties, the price is fair, and the old and the young are not deceived."

Before Wen Xuan could speak, Min Shao said something to Wen Xuan without even looking at the man with his indifferent eyes, and the two walked in the other direction.

The magic stick gave a "tsk" sound, and touched his blue-gray chin, which was already a bit prickly, "It's impolite."

Not long after the two of them left, a pure white flashed in front of them.The wide, soft silk sleeves inadvertently swept over the edge of the broken table in front of the magic stick, and made several lingering "ding" sounds, knocking off a few copper coins.

The man in white clothes Shengxue paused slightly, bent over to pick up the copper coins on the ground, and put them back.

The magic stick looked frivolously, glanced at the table, and opened his mouth to say, "Hey, Taoist priest. You are a sign of returning home, returning home after a long time, picking up lost things again, and reuniting old friends... Good omen, good omen !"

He sat up straight while talking, and said with a frivolous smile, "Why don't you finish the hexagrams and lines? I'll give you a half-fold and count you a tael of silver, how about it?"

The Taoist priest who looked like an exiled fairy turned a deaf ear to him, his brows were cold and his sleeves were fluttering, and he walked straight past without changing his expression, and in a blink of an eye, only the elegant and indifferent back was left.

Immediately, the magic stick's smile faded away, and he said "tsk" again, picked up the copper coin in his hand, and sighed to himself: "The business is really difficult now, and if this continues, I can't even afford steamed buns."

While talking, he weighed the three copper plates in the palm of his hand, leaned back with his arms resting on his head, the broken wooden stool creaked backwards, the gray wall against which his back was leaning straight off the dirt, and his two legs and half Put it on the table without hanging it.Holding one of them, he lifted his head up and pointed the money hole at the sun in the east, squinted his eyes, and muttered in a low voice: "It's also a fortune-telling for others, why can't I make a living..."

Wen Xuan followed Min Shao into a restaurant, ordered a side dish of porridge, and called the waiter in the shop to inquire about the situation.

Only then did I realize that the unusual aura in Qingping Town was not a recent incident, but three months ago.It was not so obvious at the beginning, until all the plants and crops in the winter sprouted seedlings, and everyone felt that something was wrong, but the people felt that this was not a bad thing, and asked the government to delay the matter, looking forward to this year's crops. Can make a fortune.

And the local officials in Qingping Town are also incapable of handling their affairs. They actually felt that what these ordinary people said was quite reasonable, and nothing bad happened after all, so they delayed month after month until recently.

Wen Xuan made a silent note in his heart, that he would definitely deduct a few months from this person's salary in the future.

Then I asked if any unidentified people had entered the town three months ago, or if anything special happened in the town.

Xiao Er thought about it for a long time. It was the winter moon at that time, and the New Year was approaching. There were many outsiders who came to visit the town, and I couldn't remember anything special.

The only thing that can be called a major event is that a Yuelao temple was built at the foot of the east mountain three months ago. There are many young people in the town, and the incense is quite prosperous.

Wen Xuan thanked him and gave him some silver coins.When the porridge was on the table, he carefully moved the hot bowl over, looked at Min Shao who was sitting across from him, "Your Majesty... aren't you hungry?"

Min Shaodan said: "I'm not hungry, don't worry about me."

Wen Xuan stirred the porridge with a spoon, and asked casually, "I heard that Jun Shang doesn't eat on weekdays, and only takes Bigu Dan, but it's because Yu Yang's cook doesn't suit the taste?"

Min Shao said: "No."

Wen Xuan thought for a while, "Then there are other reasons why you can't eat?"

"No, it's just a habit." Min Shao looked cold and didn't like to bring up this question.

Wen Xuan tactfully didn't ask any more questions, and ate porridge and vegetables silently. After half a bowl of porridge was down, he changed the subject and said, "This time the task is more complicated than I thought. I don't have any clues for now. We might as well wait for a while." Let's go to that temple and have a look."

Min Shao responded lightly, "Alright."

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