[Sword Three] [Huayang] Continues

(14)

When Jiang Yuhan came out of the secret passage, he really saw two dark men who were dealt with by the Mingjiao fell by the door. Tun Tun still went to Gushanji.

It was already night when he arrived at the village, and when he stepped into the entrance of the village, he saw Song Xiuran dozing off in front of the small courtyard of a private house with a small wooden sword in his hand, nodding with his chubby face embedded in his collar because of his young age.

Jiang Yuhan patted him to wake him up, and when he rubbed his eyes in surprise, he silently chose a room and went in.

Song Xiuran only thought that he was sullen at Yun Jin, and it was not good to provoke him, so he stood for a while and saw no one came, so he also got into the house.

Haoqi has occupied all the strongholds in the southwest, lacking generals and personnel, and must always be on guard against the counterattacks of villains. For several days in a row, the conference halls that were not vacant were full of discussions.

Jiang Yuhan also didn't show up, as if he was afraid of that hot-tempered Lord Xiu, he hid if he could, and stayed in Gushanji not to go out.

It was rare for Song Xiuran to see Wan Hua's listless and lazy appearance to everyone, and the little Taoist was very bored talking to himself. After waiting for two days, Mu Chenfeng's discussion was not over, so he simply put on his hat and carried a Bao went to the mountain to find his soul alone.

There are not many villagers in Gushanji, without the chattering Song Xiuran, the setting sun is full of tranquility and leisure, and the occasional laughter and noise are mostly caused by naughty children. The scene is soft and peaceful enough to make people smile.

Jiang Yuhan finally calmed down, picked up a few plates of herbs and washed his hands after he had nothing to do, looking at his seemingly carefree face reflected in the pot full of well water that had rained.

Mingjiao had done a good job of pretending, Hao Qi didn't have time to study the matter carefully, the water clock was ticking, the wind could not blow ripples, everything was calm as usual, so stable that it was a bit unreal.

The pendant next to the ear reflects the sunlight and brings out a golden arc, making the face more and more strange to him the more he looks at it - the person in front of him is himself but not like himself, and the reflection is like a painting frozen in the water, no sorrow, no sigh .

He began to wonder why he wasted his time here. What will come will always come, and anything that does not change will not be changed.If you get out early like the military doctor mocked, maybe it will be easy, and I don't know what good it will be to stay for another ten and a half months.

It's just that it's a pity to leave like this...

Jiang Yuhan stood in front of the water basin in the empty courtyard for a long time, thinking about it, and finally laughed at himself:

"...It will come eventually, what a pity what to do?"

"You've been looking in the mirror for a long time, what are you regretting?"

After a sudden sarcasm, Jiang Yuhan tensed up, his occasional slack disappeared instantly, and he turned his head suddenly, only to see Guo Yun rolling up his trousers, holding a flagon and smiling at him on the roof.

Jiang Yuhan settled his mind, and smiled casually at the corners of his brows and eyes: "You are really generous in peeping."

"Hey? Grandpa, I'm upright, where can I peek?" Guo Yun let out a disgust, and jumped up to his side. He looked at the locks of long hair that fell into the basin, and said regretfully, "I don't know what to do. Hua, you haven't done it yet, have you?"

"Done what?" Jiang Yuhan glanced at him, picked up his hair and wrung it dry under his "tsk tsk" sigh.

"You are on good terms."

"I think..."

"Brother Mu, Daoist Mu, huh?" the beggar gang blinked at him while talking, raised his elbow and bumped him.

Jiang Yuhan froze for a moment, before he had time to say anything, the beggar gang patted his shoulders again and put his hands on his shoulders: "Would you like my brother to teach you how to chase?" He also nodded himself with his thumb.

Jiang Yuhan choked immediately, then covered his mouth with his sleeve and coughed non-stop.

"Hey, hey, don't get excited." The beggar gang stretched out his hand to pat, but he dodged it, so he scratched his hair, leaned over and whispered, "Actually, it's just a matter of one step between you and you." ?”

"Why did you say that?" Jiang Yuhan knew that he was talking nonsense, but he could only pretend to be stupid.

The beggar gang gave him a "hey hey" smile, and the eye that was not wrapped in black cloth was bent into a sickle: "Today's discussion is over, everyone returns to everyone, Taoist Mu returned to the rapids first, and the owner of Ye Rongye is the one who is free." Tone."

Jiang Yuhan looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"The Taoist Master Mu ignored him, and the only thing he said to him was to ask him why he tied you up. Hahaha, who doesn't know that Ye Rong's big temper was so right by Mu Chenfeng, but he could only face him. Cao Yu complained." Guo Yun smiled heartily to himself, most likely laughing at Ye Rong's embarrassment.

Jiang Yuhan was a little stunned, and then smiled: "I can't see that you have so many things. Could it be that you have finished your medicine?" After speaking, he took a porcelain bottle from his sleeve and threw it over, "This medicine soothes the liver and relieves depression. Regulate qi and clear heat, I don’t have any wine, you can find it elsewhere.”

"How can it be called troublesome? Let's be in Cangshan together..." The beggar's smile froze while clutching the porcelain bottle, and suddenly remembered that he was forgetful, so he waved his hand, "That's all, I am not gathering near the lonely mountain and hitting on the way Let me say hello. Ye Rong’s Wuliang Mountain is in some trouble, and I have to go back to Cangshan Mountain to return to my life. I don’t know how to deal with ghosts like the spirit gathering ball, so I won’t wait for you with you.”

"Who said I was waiting for someone?" Jiang Yuhan showed a slight displeasure.

"It's written on your face, isn't it all here and there?" The beggar gang pointed at his gloomy face, knowing that he is not easy to mess with, and quickly jumped a few steps away, "Your flowers are beautiful enough, No need to take photos."

"You people in Junshan, do you like people who are lonely and pull the strings for others?" Jiang Yuhan finally couldn't help retorting, and wanted to send him away with a flick of his sleeve.

On the other side, the Beggar Clan clasped fists at him in the early morning, and a drunk Xiaoyao flew towards the distant mountains, calling him indistinctly from the air: "Brother Mu, bye."

Jiang Yuhan still wondered why he called Mu Chenfeng, turned around and saw a bright white robe floating in sight, Mu Chenfeng didn't know when the high crown and sword fell lightly on the roof, his face was still expressionless It was so cold that the houses under the warm sun suddenly became a little cooler.

Such a temperature is just right, familiar and comfortable, as if it can be reached in one step as the beggar said.

Jiang Yuhan squinted at the pendulous bead behind his crown, and waved with a smile: "Chen Feng, haven't you returned to Rapid Flow Dock?"

Mu Chenfeng flipped his sleeves and slowly fell in front of him, saying: "I've been there."

"Yun Jin wants you to look at me?" Jiang Yuhan smiled unabated, and walked over him to pick up the medicine basket placed on the wooden table.

There was a wave in Mu Chenfeng's eyes, he sighed, and said behind him: "Yun Canjun is reckless by nature, so it's a bit too much to be so defensive, I'll accompany him."

"We are both members of the Haoqi League, so why talk about who is right? Could it be that the Taoist priest forgot about this?" Jiang Yuhan spoke directly, with his back turned to him and did not turn around.

Yi Ren's back was slender, and his hanging hair reflected the warm light. Mu Chenfeng was at a loss for words for a while, but stared at him blankly but could not say a word.

After the expected silence, Jiang Yuhan laughed again, "If you want to find Xiao Song, then you are too late. Xiao Song has already gone up the mountain."

He had just finished speaking when eager footsteps came from outside the quiet courtyard. Panting, Song Xiuran ran back, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and shouted through the courtyard door: "Senior brother! Senior brother Mu!"

When Mu Chenfeng saw him running over with a disheveled face, he hurriedly replied: "Junior Brother."

"Senior brother, you came at a good time!" Song Xiuran ran to the courtyard and stood still, smiling at his senior brother, but stretched out his hand and pulled Jiang Yuhan's sleeve, and said, "Help take care of our physical bodies, it's going to be dark today, we have to Hurry up and wait for the sun to find the soul again."

"You haven't harvested anything for a few days, so you can find it when you're hungry?" Jiang Yuhan snatched back his sleeve and stepped back, "Even if I help you, I'll watch you look for it, what do you want? "

"Let's go together!" Song Xiuran took out his compass and said in a serious manner, "I found some clues, but I can't find them no matter what, the soul is probably guarding something good. You can be regarded as a alchemist, as long as you get out of the soul and enter the samadhi .”

"It's that simple?" Jiang Yuhan obviously didn't believe it, and retreated further.

"Four six?" Song Xiuran put his palms together and bowed to him.

"Cheat!" Jiang Yuhan shook his head.

"Sanqi!" Song Xiuran gritted his teeth.

Jiang Yuhan was slightly moved, and asked tentatively, "Call your senior brother?"

"No, my brother's spiritual sense is high and I can't even suppress it. You are different. You have a strong yang energy, and..." Song Xiuran glanced at him, and said in a soft voice, "You have no spirituality, and ghosts and ghosts are all around you. Follow you, I can't hold you back."

"Good job, Song Xiuran." Jiang Yuhan's expression darkened, he raised his hand and clenched his fist, pretending to hit him.

"Spirit-gathering balls have been found in many places. I don't know who did it for the time being. You can't go to the mountains more in the near future." Listening to what they said, Mu Chenfeng couldn't help but stop them.

Song Xiuran didn't take it seriously when he heard it, and turned his head to argue: "Brothers, you don't know something. Those who can set up spirit gathering balls must practice the way of yin and yang. Ten out of ten are those Japanese warlocks and onmyojis who didn't run away. But those little people are not like me. How powerful are the monks in the Tang Dynasty? I have never paid much attention to the spirit-gathering ball."

"Then what are you afraid of? At such a young age, you aren't even afraid of ghosts, and you always go to them. It's really strange." Jiang Yuhan looked at his proud look, and felt that he was terrible.

"What's so scary about ghosts?" Song Xiuran turned around and made a face at him, and said honestly, "Don't worry, people are far more powerful than ghosts. There are many things ghosts can't do, so please ask people, two worlds With such a tight barrier, most of them are ghosts who are afraid of people."

Song Xiuran spoke clearly and logically, Mu Chenfeng and Jiang Yuhan rarely looked at each other in blank dismay, but finally couldn't resist his repeated begging, and followed him into the forest.

Song Xiuran drew a circle in the open space with the compass, and then sat in meditation by himself, with his legs crossed in an instant without sound.

With Mu Chenfeng holding his sword beside him, Jiang Yuhan glanced at the autumn leaves that were beginning to fall above his head, sighed and sat down next to Song Xiuran.

Mu Chenfeng had never gone to the village with them to catch ghosts, and it was the first time he had guarded people like this, especially Jiang Yuhan, who was usually noisy with his younger brother, had drooping eyelashes and was as beautiful as jade when he entered the samadhi. Deliberately look away.

Unexpectedly, Song Xiuran, who had been sitting for a while, suddenly opened his eyes, made a "shut up" gesture to the astonished Mu Chenfeng, patted Xing Gewen's hem, stood up, and walked half a circle around Jiang Yuhan, He reached out and untied a sachet from his waist.

"Junior Brother..." Mu Chenfeng frowned, and stared at him in warning.

Song Xiuran hurriedly bowed to him, his round face turned sour, if he had a tail, he might be wagging desperately.

The appearance of the younger brother courting and begging for mercy is really unbearable, Mu Chenfeng frowned, and finally looked at him suspiciously but silently in meditation again.

The author has something to say: In the game, the alchemist probably enters into meditation - the inner world - seals the power of yin and yang - comes out to dig the earth and dig graves to find treasures, if he encounters a powerful one - destroys - returns to the present world - takes the treasures.All the things and buffs in the game setting table world can be inherited in the inner world ← This is the background, there is a certain joke in the article, but the mission plot of the game alchemist is even more mysterious, even the sword spirit, cough

The characters in the text are entangled and complicated, but there are very few branches, and they are basically the protagonist’s rivalry, so don’t skip chapters easily. If you don’t understand the following, don’t want to bear the blame QAQ

ps: Qingming is the blooming season recently, and things are complicated and I have to rush to worship ancestors. The update will be slow, forgive me