Travel thousands of miles in my life

"Did you take someone there last time?" The man looked at the man with his head bowed in front of him, his words unclear.

"Yes." Jiu Xian didn't understand why he asked such a question, but he still answered respectfully as always.

"I heard that many people were killed?" The man picked up the teacup and bowl holder with his left hand, and used the teacup to push away the foam on it. A scent like orchids in the empty valley evaporated with the heat, and gradually permeated.

When Jiuxian heard the words, his heart moved, and he immediately understood the man's intention.He didn't argue, just looked up at the man.

"Explain." The man didn't raise his eyes, took a sip, and frowned: "This Yunwu tea was picked earlier."

"My lord, I met the descendants of the Yan family, and..." He didn't know what he thought of, but he hesitated and swallowed the last few words: "And that ghostly monk Wuxi .”

"The two of them pretended to be travelers going to Roshna and sneaked into the mining area. It happened to be a routine inspection in January, and the subordinates found them. The descendants of the Yan family were wounded by the subordinates with the chisel. The chisel was poisonous. Thinking about it, even if he didn't die, it wouldn't be any better." Jiuxian said in a deep voice.

"A descendant of the Yan family?" The man raised his eyes, glanced at Jiu Xian who was kneeling at the bottom, and said with a smile, "Raise your head."

Jiu Xian trembled, and slowly raised his face.As the face transitioned from darkness to light, the man's smile grew bigger and bigger. He stepped off the screen chair that looked like a noble throne. In a short distance of three feet, every step he took was covered with thorns. There is an endless sea of ​​blood, and there is an abyss behind him.

"Do you still remember the prophecy of Yan and Shi?" He bent down, almost kissed the killer who was kneeling on the ground, and said word by word: "Bring him, and the rest of us will live or die."

The man's slender fingers brushed Jiuxian's lips, then slid down to his neck, and gently held it: "I will not pursue the rest for now."

The gate of life was locked, and waves of trembling swept through Jiuxian's whole body, his face became even paler, he closed his eyes to relieve the dizziness, and then he kowtowed: "Yes."

"Also, I can leave the things I want to him for safekeeping temporarily." The man stopped, took out a well-made brocade handkerchief, and wiped his hands.

He didn't say who it was or what it was.Jiuxian couldn't be more clear, and should claim to be.Go out to the stable outside the yard, pull out his motley horse, and then count the masters in the ghost face.

A person who usually got along well with him saw that his face was not looking good, so he approached him and asked, "What's the matter, have you been scolded by that one again?"

Jiu Xian hung up the reins, without even looking at him, he warned, "Be respectful, that's the master."

"As long as you are loyal, sir, I am from the rivers and lakes, and I am different from you." The man had a red birthmark on his face, and he had a playful smile. He was carrying a knife about one and a half feet long on his back. The shape of the knife was very strange. There is also a thin blade at the handle, half a turn around the handle.This knife is actually a "child-mother knife", an extremely difficult knife to use, and this man is Wei Sanjue, who is called "Ghost Slap" by people in the Jianghu.

"Brothers want to ask you, where are you going this time?" Wei Sanjue rubbed his fingers, "Is it a bit of a green fire? Or is it just a matter of time?"

"Mountain of Bliss." Jiuxian glanced at him and sighed, "Catch a Jiang Hu person."

"Come on." Wei Sanjue put on a grey-white hideous mask, and smiled evilly: "It's not like you don't know, I'm a bandit thief."

Jiuxian didn't say anything more, got on his horse and left.Followed by more than [-] ghost-faced elites, this time the momentum is huge, vowing to capture Yan Wuxin alive.

In Suhe Immortal Palace, the rain gradually weakened, but the sky was still gloomy.

"Probably this way?" Yan Wuwu had sharp eyes, turned around and saw the ear chamber where he got the beads.Walking along the long and winding wall, I was in a hurry when I came here, but I didn't pay much attention to the scenery on the road.

The misty light hit the vermilion palace wall, and the two blended into a mottled brown, which made people feel heavy for no reason.There are many horsetail-like pine trees planted inside the palace wall, and the green color is not so pure. All the scenery has lost its freshness due to the weather.

"It should be here." Yan Wuwu saw the ear room, and he was sure that he remembered the wrong way, but when he turned along the palace wall and came to a place he didn't know at all, he was stunned. up.

"Uh..." He turned his head and glanced at the small room again, only then did he realize that there should be thousands of ear rooms, large and small, in the huge Suhe Immortal Palace.

Yan Wuxin scratched his neck. Thinking about it this way, he probably went the wrong way when he went out...

Now that things have come to an end, he has no choice but to wander around, otherwise Qiuqiu will have nothing to say when he asks, is he going to say that he lost his way as soon as he went out?It's too detrimental to the majesty, it's not good.

Yan Wuwu wandered around while thinking wildly.A small wind blew, and something was blown off by the wind and fell to his feet.Yan Wuxin picked it up in confusion, it was a small palace lantern, exquisitely crafted, small and pleasing.

He held the palace lantern and looked in the direction of the wind, there was only a high wall covered with airtight bricks and tiles, no matter how it looked, it didn't look like there was a seam.Yan Wuwu thought for a moment, looked around again, put his hands together: "Don't blame me for not acting like a gentleman."

After finishing speaking, he slapped the palace wall with his left hand, and the palace wall cracked with a sound, and a few tiles fell off in a hurry, and the middle wall bricks exposed gaps.Yan Wuxin reached out to remove a wall brick and glanced inside.

Inside is a small separated yard, planted with orchids and some unnamed flowers and plants.Yan Wuwu supported himself with one hand, climbed over the wall and jumped into the yard.The hut was decorated with eaves in the shape of animal heads and covered with black tiles. Yan Wuxin looked at it, feeling a little puzzled.

This house doesn't look like the style of the dynasty, does it?I don't know who lives in it.He pushed open the door and walked in.

In the middle is a table for the Eight Immortals, on which are respectfully placed two memorial tablets.Yan Wuxin stepped forward and looked closer while talking to himself.

"Whose tablet is this? It's placed so secretly—" The rest of the words came to an abrupt end, and the tablet clearly stated two people who were so familiar that they had drawn and longed for countless times in their hearts. name.

Yan's Nantian, Yan Yao's Yushu.

After standing there blankly for a while, Yan Wuxin picked up one of the tablets and gently stroked the name on it with his fingertips. "It's good for you two, you actually came here to escape from such a long distance, leaving me alone to run around like a boss." Yan Wuwu said helplessly, he took down two memorial tablets and put them on the ground, and took another offering Sitting cross-legged on the spot while eating the fruit: "Eat you two sour fruits, don't mind, my son, don't be stingy."

This scene was rather weird, a tall man was nestled in a place in front of the table, muttering while gnawing on some fruit.

"There are Zhi'er pears here, I haven't seen them for a long time." Yan Wuxin grinned at the sourness of the fruit, and kept saying, "Mother, do you think it's because Dad's mouth is too sinful?" ? Otherwise, why have I been a chivalrous man for so many years and haven't talked about a daughter-in-law yet?"

"But it doesn't matter anymore. I have a good brother named Wen Shuqiu. He is a very nice guy. The guy looks pompous and speaks well, and he doesn't mind my trouble. Next time I have time, I will take him back to More than Mountain Give you two old palms." Yan Wuwu gnawed for a long time, and his teeth fell down because of the sour fruit, rubbed his cheeks and said with a vague smile: "Why are you so sour."

He raised his head again, only to see a portrait hanging on the tablet, in which a pair of Erbi people were painted, leaning against each other and standing under the peach blossom tree.The petals flying all over the sky touched the beautiful woman's hair and the man's clothes, but the two smiled very gently.Joy and happiness almost overflowed from the paper, and the silhouettes of some pavilions can still be seen in the mountains.

It was already after the rain, and a ray of skylight tore through the clouds and shone into the room through the gaps in the windows.As the light shines on the peach blossoms in the painting, the two of them seem to be laughing more happily. It's really... as if they have passed away.

That clear beam of golden light seemed divine and sharp, but in fact it brushed over the man's smiling face like a gentle spring breeze. Perhaps the light was so warm and bright that it made Yan Wuyi's eyes sour.His talking and laughing voice gradually became low, he clenched the fruit in his hand, and took a big bite.

The taste of the fruit rushed straight into the nostrils, rampaging between the lips and teeth, and the sour person almost shed tears.

"Why are you so sour..." The man pursed his lips tightly, and buried his head between his trembling hands.

The door was pushed open with a creak, and a pair of lotus feet wearing rosewood-colored embroidered shoes stopped in front of him. Someone handed him a handkerchief and sighed softly.

"This branch of pear is a special product of More than Mountain. It is very sour. I don't know when it will be delicious, so I have to pick it. The young man eats it so fiercely, won't he lose his teeth?"

"The branch pears in May are not sour. The girl picked the pears in March, so they are naturally sour." Yan Wuxin paused, took the veil kindly, only gently pressed his cheeks, and carefully Putting it into the sleeves, hearing her question, he smiled and said: "As for whether it is sour or not, Yan is also a specialty of More than Mountain, and he is used to it."

"You have to say 'girl'." The woman covered her lips and smiled, and the jewels in her hair swayed with her movements, shining brightly.Seeing the man in front of her, she was a little puzzled, and said with a smile: "My concubine's surname is Wen, and the small character is Su He."

Wen Suhe?Yan Wuwu was stunned for a moment, then looked at the woman again, her long hair was loosely hanging on her chest, her complexion was as pale as paper, there was blue blood between her eyebrows, but her eyes were calm and indifferent.

"Is the palace lord old with my parents?" Shocked, Yan Wuwu asked, disregarding many things.

"No...not really an old friend, we even met each other in the military." Wen Qiaoying laughed as if recalling something interesting.Her smile was like a spring wave, and her face that had no blood color was instantly alive.

"Your parents are really good people, Yao Xingguan almost gave up his life to save my senior sister." Her eyes seemed to miss, but also seemed to be nostalgic, "Senior sister and I are just two stinky chess pieces that have not played well, and they are worth the pain of someone like her." Life and death. I can't forget it until now... I was too confused back then, and I believed those lies. Now that I think about it, everything is just cause and effect."

Yan Wuxin stood up, he was a head and a half taller than the woman, but his expression was a little bewildered.Scratching his head, Yan Wuwu hesitated to take out a bead from his bosom, and asked in a low voice, "Does the Palace Master know this?"

Seeing the bead, the woman narrowed her eyes, then laughed loudly and said, "You unlearned brat, you shouldn't be holding this bead!"

"This is really urgent, Palace Mistress, have you seen another black box? It looks similar to the one with this one." The woman looked young, but she was actually of his mother's generation. Yan Wuwu touched his nose helplessly, and put The bead passed it over, as long as you know who it belongs to.

"What? Did you see another one?" The woman's laughter stopped abruptly, and she lost her voice: "You didn't open it?!"

"No... I can't open it." Yan Wuwu didn't know why, but seeing her expression worsened, he said: "It's a long story, I found it at Green Ant Villa, follow the pattern I just arrived at Roshna. I came to Asgard again by chance along the way."

"Don't open it, don't try to understand it." Wen Qiaoying's mind was buzzing, she propped up the table beside her with one hand, her figure became more and more precarious, and murmured: "Retribution...it's all retribution."

"What about the box?" Wen Qiaoying rubbed her forehead and asked.

Yan Wuwu was dumbfounded, how should he explain the whereabouts of the box... it probably already lay on the auction table by now.But seeing the woman's pale face, he couldn't bear it for no reason, so he could only say: "At... at my companion's place."

"That's good." Wen Qiaoying raised her eyes to look at him: "If that thing leaks out, the world will probably be in chaos again."

"What is that thing?" Yan Wuxin asked in a deep voice.

The woman lowered her eyes and her voice was ethereal.

"That's not a curse. It's obvious that all the gods and Buddhas in the sky have closed their eyes, and they will no longer care about human affairs..."

The author has something to say:

Congratulations to Yan Wuwu for winning the title of "Qiuqiu Brainless Blowing", I am really envious of others!