Different pupils

Yan Zhen walked back in a hurry, squeezed through the crowd, and saw the dark and low eaves of Niu's house.

The eaves were covered with unmelted snow, and several people were standing below.

Yan Zhen is tall, but very thin, with red and rotten chilblains all over his knuckles, his lips are dry and bloodshot, his eyes are black and blue, and his cheeks are sunken.

But his eyes were bright, and with hope and longing, he tried to squeeze forward, and finally saw the person in front of the door clearly.

They were a few young men, slender and handsome, and they were incompatible with the people on the long street.

The leading man is estimated to be about 20 years old, with a pair of red phoenix eyes, the tails of the eyes are curved down, and a pair of short, flat and thin eyebrows. His appearance is peaceful and attractive.He has fair skin, long black hair tied in a bun with a wooden hairpin, and a few strands of blue hair fall in front of his ears; he is wearing a green shirt, wrapped in gauze, with a fringe on the neckline, and a jade plaque hanging under a black belt, writing a book A "ghost" word.

Yan Zhen glanced at the long and thin sword in the opponent's hand, and then at the people following the man.

The men following the man in the blue shirt were all young, with gentle faces, only one of them looked very immature, with rounded cheeks and a little childish look, but his eyes were gloomy and terrifying, and his face was expressionless; his black hair was tied with white jade buttons, and he held his Wearing a pitch-black sword, a black cloak over a green shirt, and a pair of moccasin boots, the cuffs of which are also tied with white jade wrist buttons, frowning and staring at the speaker at the door.

"I knew it! I knew that woman was not a good thing! She is a vixen, right? You tell me if you are!"

"Old cow! You died unjustly! What if you leave me and the child behind?!"

"Fairy! I beg you, gods! Help us!"

The woman cried for a while, yelled angrily for a while, and dragged the man in the blue shirt who was headed by her with both hands, crying, which made the man very embarrassed.

"Let go first... Hey..." The man in the blue shirt spoke softly, looking very gentle, "Calm down, please be sorry, we will give you an explanation..."

"Senior Brother!" The gloomy young boy stepped forward and said, "Let me handle this matter."

"Jinge." The man in the green shirt looked at the boy helplessly and connivingly, "What did the master say when he went down the mountain?"

The young man named Jin Ge pursed his lower lips, looked at the crying woman unwillingly, and asked, "My senior brother has seen the master's body here, and it is indeed a murderous soul. Who and what has he come into contact with in the past few days?" ? Where is that woman you mentioned? Can you take me to see it?"

"Yes!" the woman immediately said, "Little God, please! I'll take you to see it right now!"

As soon as these words came out, it was difficult for the man in the green shirt to refuse. He frowned and looked at the young man disapprovingly, but the young man had already followed the woman away, leaving only a hurried back.

The other teenagers looked at the man in green and whispered, "Senior Brother...Little Junior Brother, he is too impatient."

"Although he has always been like this, senior brother, you are too used to him."

"Master said that this time I went down the mountain to investigate the theft of the Qinglian Temple a month ago. Since something happened near Yaofeng Mountain, we should naturally handle it. Junior brother is obviously making trouble for you."

"Okay." The man in the blue shirt gently interrupted the conversation of several people, with one hand behind his back and the sword in the other, his shoulders straightened like a pine, and he said, "The purpose of entering my sect is to subdue demons and demons. Isn't human life not as good as an item?" Important? Things can be found at any time."

"...Brother is like this every time." A young man said dissatisfiedly, "You always prefer Jin Ge!"

"Senior brother!" Jin Ge stopped in front, glanced menacingly at several fellow disciples, and shouted to the man in green shirt, "Senior brother, come quickly!"

The man in the green shirt shook his head with a sigh, and walked over.

Seeing that the person was about to leave, Yan Zhen immediately rushed forward, reached out his hand to stop him regardless, knelt down and slammed his head three times: "God! God, help me!"

"Presumptuous! Who are you?!"

"How dare you block the way of senior brother! Get out of the way!"

A few disciples stood in front of the man in blue, and the swords in their hands were unsheathed half an inch, shining coldly.

The people around were shocked and backed away. The young man who was walking in front, Jin Ge, also stopped, and walked back frowning.

"What's wrong?" Jin Ge looked at Yan Zhen and said impatiently, "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

"Caomin, Caomin is just a mortal, but, but..." Yan Zhen was nervous, his forehead was sweating, his lips were trembling, and his mind went blank, "Everyone, all the gods calm down, Caomin is just worried about my mother's serious illness, thinking, thinking Please gods..."

"It's the doctor's job to treat illnesses and save lives." The young man said, "We don't care about that."

"But, but..." Yan Zhen didn't know what to say for a while, and he kowtowed in panic, blood came out from his forehead, leaving glaring marks on the snow, "I beg you, I beg you..."

Before he finished speaking, someone grabbed Yan Zhen's shoulders, and a pair of clean uppers appeared in front of his eyes. He followed the opponent's strength and raised his head, and saw the man in blue squatting down, looking at him gently.

Yan Zhen stared blankly at the other party, only then did he realize that although the other party's expression was gentle but not concealing his fierce temperament, there was an inconspicuous small mole on the side of his red lips, and his body carried an indescribably elegant taste - the two were separated Very close, the smell seemed to wrap him from the outside to the inside, separating the surrounding cold.

"You are injured, get up first." The other party said softly.

Yan Zhen stood up following the opponent's strength, still trembling all over, watching the man take out a handkerchief and press it on the wound on his forehead.

The man in the green shirt: "What's your name? Speak slowly, don't worry."

"Yan Zhen..."

"Yan Zhen?" The man smiled gently, the small mole on his lips disappeared into the shallow dimples, "I am Wu Chaosheng. We are not gods."

Yan Zhen seemed to be grasping at straws, and said eagerly, "Wu, Immortal Wu!"

Wu Chaosheng said helplessly, "You don't need to call it that."

"Sir!" Yan Zhen hurriedly changed his words, "Mr. Wu, it's useless to seek medical treatment for my mother who has been seriously ill for many days, and... I don't have much money to buy medicine. Please, please ask the gods... No, Mr. Wu for help. Thank you Yan Zhen There is nothing to repay, this life, this life is at your disposal from now on!"

"What do I want your life for?" Wu Chaosheng shook his head, thought for a while and turned to look at the young man, "Jinge."

Jin Ge looked at him displeased, as if he guessed what his senior brother would say.

Wu Chaosheng said gently: "You go with this Mr. Yan to have a look and meet up here in two hours, how about it?"

The young man Jin Ge said: "I am not a doctor."

Yan Zhen was a little afraid of Jin Ge, and shrank his shoulders when he heard this, looking a little pitiful.

"If you are not obedient, go back." Wu Chaosheng's tone was light but unquestionable. Jin Ge was finally defeated, so he could only look at Yan Zhen complainingly.

Yan Zhen didn't dare to raise his head, he lowered his head and said, "I'll lead the way! Little fairy, please..."

"My name is You Jinge." Jin Ge said darkly, "Don't bark."

"It's... Mr. You Xiao."

You Jinge followed Yan Zhen into a remote path, seeing that the direction was towards Yaofeng Mountain, he squinted his eyes and asked, "Where do you live?"

"At the foot of Yaofeng Mountain..." Yan Zhen said, "The house I built is not big, I'm afraid I will wrong Mr. Xiao."

You Jinge snorted coldly, the sword in his hand looked heavy, he put his thumb on the scabbard, unsheathed the sword body, then retracted it, playing back and forth, frightened Yan Zhen into a cold sweat, afraid If the other party didn't like it, he chopped himself off.

He tried his best to please him and said, "Xiao, Mr. Xiao can enter the fairy mountain at a young age, so it can be seen that he has good skills..."

"You know again?" You Jinge glanced at him, "What's wrong with your mother?"

"I don't know." Yan Zhen said, "A few days ago, it started to be hot and cold, and I had nightmares every night and couldn't sleep well. Later, I didn't even dare to sleep. They said that they would encounter terrible things when they fell asleep."

You Jinge narrowed his eyes suspiciously: "Have you seen the doctor?"

"I can't afford a doctor." Yan Zhen rubbed his fingers in shame, and looked down at Lu, "I only picked up some medicines for calming the mind, invigorating qi and nourishing the lungs. It's useless, and it's about to die."

As the two of them talked, they entered the path in the forest. The gray sky was mostly blocked by scattered branches, the light could not fall into the forest, and the surroundings looked dark.

The cold wind whizzed by, and the soles of the shoes stepped on the dead leaves, making a crisp sound of "creaking".

You Jinge asked again: "Apart from hot and cold, nightmares, is there anything else?"

"No, no more." Yan Zhen said, "I can't sleep well, and I look dazed during the day, and people have to call out several times before replying, and I can't eat, and I look so thin that my clothes are empty. .”

When Yan Zhen said this, his eyes were red, and he raised his hand to rub his eyes.

Looking at his appearance, You Jinge remembered something, his fierce and gloomy face softened, and his tone was no longer fierce: "This doesn't look like a common illness. She can't eat and sleep well, so her body can't bear it naturally." .”

Hearing this, Yan Zhen immediately became excited: "It means, it means it can be cured?"

"You have to see it to know."

When we arrived at Yan's house, there were two hens and a white goose in front of the dilapidated and crooked hut.

Yan Zhen's younger brother was feeding the chickens, and the family didn't have much money. The eldest brother would wear warm clothes when he went out to sell goods—even if the clothes and pants were all patches and holes, they were already the best in the family.

The younger brother of the Yan family was wrapped in a tattered quilt when it was very cold, and stepped on the snow with bare feet, his toes were frozen.

Seeing the elder brother coming back, the young boy rushed over immediately, and said pleasantly, "Brother! Did you buy the medicine?"

Yan Zhen nodded, and carefully took out the packaged medicinal materials from his arms - there were not many herbs, but the owner of the pharmacy used this to cheat him a lot of herbs.

Yan Zhen felt unwilling, but pretended to be okay, and said, "Go fry it for your mother."

The boy nodded, then looked at You Jinge who was following him: "This is...?"

He has never seen such a good-looking child, wearing a green shirt and a cloak, a pair of moccasin boots that look extraordinarily warm, with well-combed black hair, a fair face, cheeks that are a little red from the cold wind but more skin-like It can be broken by blowing bombs.

"This is a little fairy..." Seeing Jin Ge frown, Yan Zhen changed his tune and said, "It's an expert from the mountains, Mr. You Xiao."

"Little Mister." The little boy saluted politely, and hurriedly took the medicinal materials to make the medicine for his mother.A man came out of the room with broken straw mats as the curtain, a middle-aged man with a lame leg, followed by a little girl.

The little girl wore double buns and her face was flushed. She made clothes out of cloth curtains and quilts, and stepped on her father's big shoes. The man stood barefoot at the door and looked out. Seeing You Jinge's clothes, he suddenly realized What, he was shocked and said: "But, but the immortal on Yaofeng Mountain?"

"Father." Yan Zhen went to help him and said excitedly, "This is Mr. You Xiao, who came to save mother."

"Fairy! God bless you!" Yan Zhen's father was about to kneel down immediately, but You Jinge took the first step to support him.

"It doesn't have to be like this." You Jinge frowned, but he looked very responsible at such a young age, slightly raised his jaw and said, "Please take me to see Mrs. Yan."

"Please!" the man immediately said, "The house is in chaos, don't take offense at the gods. Xiao Ning'er, don't pour tea for the gods yet!"

"No need." You Jinge stopped the timid little girl, "Downstream Jinge, sir, just call me Jinge."

"Don't dare!" the man said, "Only when my ancestors smoked green smoke can the little fairy come down to earth once, but you can't be presumptuous! Little fairy, please..."

The man took Jin Ge to the inner room. There was nothing in the room, except for a large bunk where the whole family probably slept together.

Straw was spread on the bed, and a charcoal basin was burning in the corner. The charcoal was not very good, and the whole room was filled with smoke and dust. Jin Ge coughed repeatedly when he entered the door.

The man blushed, embarrassed and eager to say: "This is Yan Zhen's mother."

He said that the sorrow came from it, and he shouted: "I am worthless! I can't earn a lot of money with a lame leg, and I rely on his mother to help me all day, but now... now..."

The little ghost from Jin Ge patted the man on the shoulder as a comfort, Yan Zhen hurriedly opened the window and put out the brazier.

The smoke in the room gradually dissipated, and the woman on the bed looked at her blankly. Her cheeks were sunken severely, her eyes were dull, her lips were chapped, and she was leaning against the wall with a bony body.

Yan Zhen said with red eyes: "Mother was not like this before..."

Jin Ge raised his hand in a stop gesture, pushed his thumb, and the black sword was unsheathed, and a strong murderous intent burst out from his gloomy eyes.

"She's not sick." He said, "It's because she was absorbed by a wronged soul, her soul is unstable, her soul is incomplete and her consciousness is disordered, and her life is in danger."

"what?!"

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Good Monday. ^^