[Sword Three] [Huayang] Continues

(17)

"Jiang Yuhan! That corpse has gone to the village, what should we do?" Song Xiuran cried and called him.

Jiang Yuhan calmed down, put away the porcelain pot, and went to him lightly, leaned over and put the back of his hand against Mu Chenfeng's cold cheek, stuffed the warm amulet into his clothes, shook his head and said: " If it wants to gain a foothold in this world, it must have something to eat, but it won’t be you and me.”

"Then what should I do? My senior brother hasn't come back yet! The village is full of people!" Song Xiuran shook his closed-eyed senior brother, completely bewildered.

The peaceful scene that was almost gushing out during the day was gone, Jiang Yuhan sneered at the body of the corpse general, as if he had made up his mind: "Quick battle."

Song Xiuran looked at him in astonishment, Wan Hua, who had properly adjusted her breath, had already left him and rushed to the feet of the fleeing general.

The tendons and veins of corpses are out of position, and it is difficult to touch the acupuncture points. Jiang Yuhan took a rough look up and down, and took out a long jade pen from his sleeve under the cover of the shadow in the forest. Even if he didn't practice for a long time, he could strike fast Quite ruthlessly, he turned his attention to the corrupted underbelly of the corpse general, and lightly tapped the pen, which seemed to have the effect of pulling a thousand catties. After a while, it caused the corpse general to wail and resound through the sky.

Song Xiuran rubbed his eyes, Jiang Yuhan's crow-like figure had changed sides, and the corpse general roared, staggering as if he had been seriously injured, and his cry became more and more shrill.

Gushanji was disturbed by the sound, and the lights in the village lit up one after another.

Song Xiuran closed his eyes tightly, trembling for a long time before he dared to look again, Wan Hua's long hair was flying, and he landed on the bridge lightly, and quickly put the brush into his sleeves, standing still by the light, watching coldly that the corpse would fall on the ground At his feet, it slowly turned into a puddle of blood, and several crystals condensed out.

"What is it called?"

"Oh, it stinks!"

The villagers gradually gathered around, and with the light of the lantern, Song Xiuran stretched his neck to look at those crystal balls, obviously yearning for them.

Jiang Yuhan rushed to Song Xiuran's side, lifted his collar and said, "I'm going to the Hunxu, you show me, if there are any mistakes, you are the only one to ask!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Song Xiuran didn't know how the corpse fell, he nodded fiercely, helped his crown, and suddenly remembered something, tugged at his sleeve, "Are you energetic? In case I can't take care of you... hey..."

Jiang Yuhan glanced at him, took out a pill and swallowed it, then closed his eyes and settled down, and didn't talk nonsense to him again.

Song Xiuran craned his neck to look at the crystal ball under the lamp, then at the senior brother with his eyes closed, and finally caught a glimpse of Jiang Yuhan who was sitting upright, rare and solemn, and after a while he didn't dare to move.

Jiang Yuhan entered the Dinghun Market again, and the mountain forest that had been trampled by the corpse just now had changed its appearance. Giant trees towered everywhere and the mist filled the air. From time to time, empty souls would swing by, black and white, floating and colliding, and then disappeared. .

Song Xiuran swept Qutang Gorge earlier, and there was not much left of the abnormality caused by the spirit-gathering ball nearby. Jiang Yuhan walked up the mountain from Gushanji until he reached the tree that Song Xiuran had set the rules with. There was still no one left or right, but There is the sound of the river, which can be heard clearly from far to near.

He pushed aside the branches that blocked his sight, looked from the top of the mountain to the river, and suddenly found a very familiar white figure standing on the stone.

"Chenfeng!" Jiang Yuhan called him, and performed his lightness kung fu.

Mu Chenfeng turned a deaf ear, kept his saber well in the sword box behind his back, and the crown feather on his back didn't move at all, without sound or feeling.

Jiang Yuhan didn't even respond to calling him a few times, turned to him, but saw him looking at the river with half-closed eyes, the coldness on his usual face was gone, and he seemed to be wearing a misty smile, faintly as if expecting Ji.

Even if Zichen Sword loses its sharpness, it will never be so soft.Jiang Yuhan felt bad, so he took his hand and rubbed it, but Hunxu didn't feel the heat, and it was cold when he touched it.

Ordinary practitioners of alchemists would leave the Soul Market if they were out of energy or if they stayed long enough, but Mu Chenfeng was dragged in by nature, and the longer he stayed, the more likely problems would occur.

"Chen Feng, what are you looking at?" Jiang Yuhan was not as familiar with the Soul Market as Song Xiuran, and he was frightened by his soul, so he had to ask him cautiously.

Mu Chenfeng reacted when he heard the words, turned his eyes, and smiled gently at him: "Do you see this chess game, is it interesting?"

Whether it was this smile or this question, Jiang Yuhan shuddered all over. He squeezed his white wrist tightly, and let it go for a long time. Only then did he follow his face and see the rumbling river.

The river is full of smoke, how can there be any chess game?On the contrary, there are a few ghosts of water ghosts floating in the water in black and white.

Jiang Yuhan touched his long pen and wanted to break them up together, but no one else intervened in Hunxu, and there might be changes if he did it easily. Besides, looking at Mu Chenfeng's demeanor, he was a little bit reluctant and selfishly hoped to keep them more for a while.

Reluctance is a terrible emotion, even if the thing of reluctance is a harmless smile, it is enough to push people into danger.

Wan Hua stood there for a while, then laughed at herself, and then inspected the things in the water, and suddenly felt that the black, white and white souls scattered a bit like the soldiers of Shuwei chess in Xianjiyan, and she was puzzled: "Chenfeng, the chess game Who published it?"

"Those with high hats do it, laughing and talking about the strange situation." Mu Chenfeng answered unhurriedly.

"Tall hat? People from Dongying?" Jiang Yuhan guessed it probably, then showed sarcasm, turned his pen, and said disdainfully, "How dare you be mad in my Tang Dynasty, and make these dead souls restless. I will explain it now." took it."

Mu Chenfeng nodded, and when he was testing his feet on the water, he suddenly reached out, grabbed his loose sleeve, pulled him closer, and said slowly: "Don't go, the water is cold."

Jiang Yuhan lowered his head in amazement, only to see that the river water in the Hunxu turned into smoke, dust and mist, nibbling away at the hem of Dao Chang's robe. , let him watch the heart tremble for no reason, as if time had turned, and he seemed to have seen Mu Chenfeng who had never been the "Zichen Sword".

"Don't look at me like that, it's not good if I can't bear it." Jiang Yuhan took advantage of his ignorance at the moment, simply smiled wryly and broke his mouth twice, and then dipped the pen into the river and headed towards a few soul points.

Xuhun didn't feel it at all, but when he was touched by the surging river, he immediately moved, moving slowly one by one.

Wan Hua's wrist sank, and her inner energy poured out as if being sucked away by a current of water.

Jiang Yuhan calculated his internal energy loss, solved the problem in that corner unhurriedly, and lined up along the invisible fog, gradually stopping the rush of the river, revealing a river bed as flat as a mirror. The boulder on the other side, which is exactly the same as the place where Mu Chenfeng was standing, is impressively visible.

The water is like an hourglass, the river is like a chessboard, ghosts are like children, and boulders are like boxes—so the spirits are trapped here.

"Heh, it's your turn to take his life? Let's settle the score later." Jiang Yuhan saw this vicious trick, and immediately became angry when he gritted his teeth. After figuring out the layout, he got wet and quickly resolved .

Seeing him walking to the water step by step, getting deeper and deeper but he didn't notice it, his steps were heavy as if he was out of energy, Mu Chenfeng reminded again: "The water is cold, why don't you go?"

The chess game is coming to an end, the eyes of the formation collapse and loosen, Jiang Yuhan concentrates on this, only to feel exhausted after being awakened by his words, and Mu Chenfeng is still holding on to him and dare not let go, frowning and "soaking" into the water with him .

Jiang Yuhan's expression softened a little, and he said warmly to him: "Don't be afraid of Chen Feng, you've come back to life."

Mu Chenfeng was still awake, and stood there blankly, ignoring his words.

"Looks like it's about to be solved." Jiang Yuhan's expression froze, and he moved a few more steps.

Mu Chenfeng grabbed his sleeve tightly, as if worried.

Clearly at the end of the game, Jiang Yuhan hesitated again because of this, slowly turned to Mu Chenfeng, adjusted his breath for a while and said in a low voice, "The Daoist doesn't understand the chess game, so I'd better take a detour if we see this in the future... If..."

Mu Chenfeng was attracted by his words, and then looked at him intently, and his eyes gradually became brighter in the Soul Market, and finally became bright enough to make people forget the sorrow and joy of the troubled times.

"If...if..." Jiang Yuhan repeated three times, his phoenix eyes slightly closed, and finally pointed at the surface of the water and said softly: "If the chess game changes and seems to be true, you have to be careful everywhere, the embankment cuts off the chess, The dragon slaying is the one in the game. Once it reaches the end...no one can protect anyone."

After he finished speaking, he tried his best to refresh himself, and pointed the tip of the Langhao pen at the ball of white.

As soon as the virtual soul moved, the chess game ended, and the water mist of the solid soul dissipated in an instant, and the real face of the river flowing around Qutang Gorge was clearly tens of feet away.

Mu Chenfeng let go of him with a movement, nodded his forehead and sighed, raised his face to Jiang Yuhan's concerned expression, he was a little confused immediately, so he asked, "What's going on?"

Seeing that he had recovered, Jiang Yuhan felt relieved, nodded at him and said, "Chenfeng, I put the amulet in your arms, just read it and go back."

He avoided his gaze and spoke very softly, as if he had nothing to say since then, Mu Chenfeng stopped without saying a word, listened to his suggestion to concentrate, and left the Soul Market Realm in a short while.

"That's a demon! Demon! Only three of these demons were found in the Five Poisons territory. It was hard to catch one, but..." Song Xiuran, who had tidied up hastily, ate and howled while holding his rice bowl. The lights inside were dim, and the grief written all over his face was still very conspicuous.

The commotion caused by the dead body subsided quickly. The villagers did not find anything unusual, and they discussed for a long time without explaining the reason for the screaming and effusion. After discussing for a while, they cleaned up the place and went back to their homes.

Song Xiuran waited until his senior brother and Wan Hua returned to their souls safely, and the precious soul at the bridgehead had already been swept into the river and entered the river and sea along the river. As a result, he spent a lot of time, not only did not get any benefits, but only found some Cold rice and cold dishes.

Mu Chenfeng sat on the left side of the square table, unloaded the sword case, cleaned his hands, turned a deaf ear to his successive laments with a cold face, and occasionally moved his chopsticks as a companion.

"Xiao Song, this is called breaking money and eliminating disasters. Haven't you caused enough trouble?" Jiang Yuhan sat opposite Mu Chenfeng, leaning against the cupboard door to relax his muscles and bones lazily, feeling the cups and cups. Knocking on the table lightly, Mu Chenfeng still smiled occasionally, and Song Xiuran's eyes were mostly helpless.

"I don't accept it! I'm not causing trouble!" Song Xiuran put down the bowls and chopsticks, stared at him, and became angry again, "The Dongying people are really afraid that the world will not be chaotic. If I didn't attract a demon, and then gather spirits to refine, say Maybe there will be some kind of ghost king or lord, let alone us, even the alchemists who have exhausted the Tang Dynasty will be hard to destroy."

"Hehe, so you're right?" Jiang Yuhan gave him a squinting glance, and almost gave him a blank stare, "Since the Haoqi League has discussed dealing with the spirit gathering ball, it's not your turn to worry about it."

"This..." Song Xiuran was at a loss for words when he was at a loss, scratched his head, and said in a hurry, "That is... it is in the territory of Haoqi. If it is the territory of the wicked, I don't know if they will take care of it. Someone has to do it, and we can't wait for nothing. It can be redeemed, Senior Brother, don’t you think so?”

Mu Chenfeng lowered his eyes and set down his chopsticks, just to avoid his eyes asking for help.

"What do you care about people? I almost died, do you remember?" Jiang Yuhan patted his head and said angrily.

"Ouch!" Song Xiuran covered his forehead with a sad face, looked at Mu Chenfeng who didn't want to talk to him at all, and finally slumped his shoulders, "I was wrong, but... But at first, I really didn't know that there would be charms, those The spirit-gathering ball and the yin-yang formation both like to trap souls, and those trapped are just like the corpse man, how pitiful, I just want to solve it, if you encounter impermanence or Rakshasa, hunting one is good."

After Jiang Yuhan heard this, he choked on his tea immediately: "Ahem... Xiao Song... I, I heard that right... Cough, you... say they are pitiful?"

"Ah, that's right." Xiao Song blinked and said innocently, "They seem to be rich and powerful in the Soul Market. If they are trapped and their souls disperse after a long time, then they can't cross the five bridges, and they can't do anything. No more, what a pity."

"Xiao Song, you are kind." Jiang Yuhan began to wonder if he was doing it for the baby.

Mu Chenfeng listened attentively to what he said.

Song Xiuran ignored Jiang Yuhan's strange eyes, and continued to speak logically: "There is also the corpse man, I don't know how it looks in the eyes of the Five Immortals, if Tana would be fine, those who have lost their consciousness long ago, most of them are souls Incomplete, if it is infected with corpse poison again, it will probably end in ashes, tell me, is it miserable?"

"Miserable." Jiang Yuhan nodded, "Then Xiao Song, if you do good deeds, you should not get any money."

"Ah?!" Song Xiuran was startled to find himself entangled in by him, and said in embarrassment for a moment, "This... I... I always want to fill my stomach, don't I? I'll be more careful next time?"

"Do you have a next time?"

"otherwise?"

Finally, Jiang Yuhan couldn't help but roll his eyes at him, sighed, took a small medicine jar from his sleeve and slapped it in front of him: "Five Huiyuan pills, you stop for a month or two, and if you quarrel with your senior brother, I will beat you. "

"Wow! Huiyuan Pill?" Song Xiuran finally knew what precious pill he had swallowed, so he almost jumped up, touched the medicine jar and smiled eagerly, "Jiang Yuhan, keep your word! I promise not to make noise!"

Jiang Yuhan just let go and snatched it away from him, but Mu Chenfeng, who was silently on the side, suddenly said, "Junior Brother, what are your plans?"

Song Xiuran's expression froze, and he said embarrassedly: "I... have to report this matter to the Venerables, and I will go in a few days..."

"Alright, be careful." Mu Chenfeng nodded.

"Okay, Xiao Song!" Jiang Yuhan pointed at his nose and jumped up, "Are you lying to me?"

Wan Hua hadn't made an attack yet, the little Taoist had already rushed out the door protecting the medicine jar, and said from a distance: "Don't say goodbye, I have something to say, senior brother is still here." He said and hid in his room.

Jiang Yuhan glanced at Mu Chenfeng, who was indifferent as usual, immediately discouraged, and couldn't sit still, and told him, "I'm tired today, Chenfeng should rest early, and I'll clean up tomorrow."

Mu Chenfeng raised his head, Wan Hua rubbed the sore corners of his brows and walked out the door.He watched his hurried steps into the night, took his sword case, and extinguished the oil lamp with a wave of his sleeve.

The author has something to say: Gushan still has a plot, take your time