[Sword Three] [Huayang] Continues

(18)

Song Xiuran got the Huiyuan Pill, and he really stopped for two nights. On the third day, he couldn't bear it no matter what, and wanted to go out with a compass, saying that he was looking for a friendly soul to do a small business and not cause trouble.

Jiang Yuhan didn't stop him this time, the three of them were so exhausted that they needed to recuperate, and Song Xiuran didn't want to just eat the Huiyuan Pill, so naturally he didn't dare to catch ghosts again.

The little Taoist priest got an amnesty, and ran away excitedly, leaving the lazy Jiang Yuhan to dry the herbs and himself leisurely.

Spreading the medicinal materials in the courtyard one by one and counting them again, Jiang Yuhan suddenly raised his head and saw Mu Chenfeng standing motionless on the roof of the house in a white and blue Taoist robe, casting him a straight shadow in the setting sun.

Jiang Yuhan waved to him, but the Taoist priest who looked at him ignored him and dropped the pearl without shaking the crown, which made Wanhua chuckle and sigh to get water for medicine.

It is rare for him to show his skills in front of others. Fortunately, Xiao Song didn't see it, and he died as a corpse after being hit by Mu Chenfeng first, and then he was obliterated by the world. Twice.Mu Chenfeng had a vague impression of staying on the banks of the Hunxu River. He couldn't find the Japanese magician who cast the spell, and he couldn't find out about the treacherous river.

Although the Daoist priest was as ambitious as his master, he never showed the determination and courage to straighten out the righteous way.Ever since he agreed and didn't ask cause and effect, he really didn't delve into what he did. No matter what he remembered after his resurrection, he still had that cold face.

Everything seems to be back to the original state, there is no difference, and now it is a calm golden autumn evening.

Jiang Yuhan took the water basin as if nothing had happened, picked up a fresh and eye-catching red maple leaf from the water surface, frowned, quickly gathered the red leaf into his palm, and hurried back to the house.

Mu Chenfeng jumped down from the roof, looked through the open wooden door at Wanhua, with her long hair hanging down and her head lowered, pointing the herbs taken from the lonely mountain, and then wrapping the opened medicine bags one after another, Putting it in the bag, the smell of medicine gradually diffused in the house, and the room was full of dim yellow.

"Chen Feng, what are you doing at the door? Come in." Jiang Yuhan kept his hands on and didn't lift his head, speaking frivolously, "Since we've formed a relationship, why are you so hesitant to come to my place?"

"You want to go?" Mu Chenfeng stepped through the door, covering the setting sun just for a moment, looking at Jiang Yuhan's smiling profile, which was half covered by the hanging hair, and asked.

"The maple leaves are all red, but the Huashan Festival will take some time. I might as well take this time to go to Wuliang Mountain. The precious herbs of Jiuli and Tiger Clan should be in season there." Jiang Yuhan glanced at his eyebrows. Hesitating, he spoke unhurriedly, "Xiao Song wants to go somewhere else, and it would be troublesome for me to stay in Qutang, so why don't I go to Huashan and stay until the flowers bloom?"

Hearing his relaxed tone to hide his troubles, Mu Chenfeng couldn't help being slightly moved: "Are you hiding from Yunjin?"

"If I don't hide, I just want to enjoy flowers in advance. It's a pity that I haven't been looking for spring after leaving Qingyan for a few years." Jiang Yuhan hooked his thin lips and gave him a smile, "Chen Feng also expects me Do you want to avoid this place for the time being?"

Mu Chenfeng had only mentioned the matter of transfer to Cao Yu, but now that he had made it clear, he felt a little embarrassed immediately. He silently watched him tidy up, and lowered his eyes and said, "If you go now, you don't have to come back."

The white-clothed Taoist priest spoke beyond doubt, as if there was no room for people to refuse.

Jiang Yuhan was taken aback when he heard the words, the hand that wrapped the paper medicine bag stopped moving: "Really?"

"Yes." Mu Chenfeng answered simply.

"Don't enter a dangerous country, don't live in a chaotic country, if there is a way in the world, it will appear, and if there is no way, it will be hidden. If Taoist Master Mu understands this principle, why not return with me?" Jiang Yuhan looked at him, his eyes burning like a reflection in a cold pool out of daylight.

Mu Chenfeng's face turned slightly pale, and he tilted his head and said, "Impoverished, immoral and incompetent, why don't you find another expert?"

"Since we are destined to be friends, why should the Taoist priest shirk?" Jiang Yuhan narrowed his eyes and looked at the Taoist priest who had rarely seen the ice and snow melt slightly in front of him, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Don't you dare to look at me?"

"Why don't you dare?" Mu Chenfeng immediately looked at him, his voice was cold, and he paused every word, "Jiang Yuhan can remember such a family, country and world."

Wan Hua was taken aback for a moment, then sneered, slowly folded the medicine bag, and slowly put it into the cloth, sighed: "Chen Feng is right, maybe I don't even remember you when the flowers bloom." , let alone remember the matter of being married."

"It's so good." Mu Chenfeng followed him firmly, but turned his eyes away from him, turned around and walked out the door.

The setting sun was pulsed, but the room quickly cooled down. Jiang Yu's cold smile faded away as he left. He clutched a handful of red leaves hidden in his palm, threw the bag on the bed, and hid the leaves in his sleeves. , The porcelain pot that sealed the incense pills was carefully waxed, and then I sat down and thought about whether to leave immediately or leave tomorrow morning.

The wide-open wooden door was slammed, and Jiang Yuhan looked towards the door in surprise when he heard the crisp metal sound, but saw Mu Chenfeng go back and forth, with a gloomy and anxious expression, and the sword he was holding was still the same. out of sheath.

Seeing the frosty sword light, Jiang Yuhan immediately knew something was wrong, but there was still a harmless smile on his face, and he joked: "It's strange, Chen Feng came to look for me twice, could it be that he is reluctant to part with me?"

Mu Chenfeng's eyes darkened, and he said anxiously to him: "Junior Brother Song is in trouble."

"Ah? Didn't he promise not to cause trouble?" Jiang Yuhan pressed his flickering eyebrows and got up, and came to the courtyard with him.

Song Xiuran did not know when he had returned. There was no dust on the alchemist's cyan robe, and there was no messy hair on the side of the well-worn crown. It was just a steamed bun face that was full of tears. On his neck, while his head was desperately resisting, his whole body twisted into a strange arc.

Jiang Yuhan, who dared not cry even after committing suicide, was astonished and asked, "Xiao Song, why can't you think about it?"

"Do you think I can't think about it? Jiang Yuhan, brother, save me, save me!" Song Xiuran's red eyes rolled down two more lines of tears.

"He was persecuted by a human...a ghost." Mu Chenfeng explained to him with some hesitation.

"It turned out to be possession." Jiang Yuhan suddenly realized "Oh", then twisted his chin and looked Song Xiuran up and down: "Xiao Song, you have always practiced well at home and have a strong yang energy. You were bent over, did you do something wrong?"

"Woooo..." Song Xiuran wept bitterly and said, "Grandmother Ghost has come to you, I... I won't do it, it's because I haven't had time... Mmm..." The dagger on his neck tightened , Song Xiuran immediately dared not say any more.

Hearing this, Jiang Yuhan finally stopped laughing, and said seriously: "No wonder, after accepting the entrustment, you have bondage, and being possessed... deserves it." He said and looked at Mu Chenfeng who was holding a sword in his hand.

Mu Chenfeng was good at killing and murdering people, but he was really not good at fighting soldiers and ghosts, so he asked Jiang Yuhan after a while, "Is there a way?"

"Chen Feng opened his mouth, of course there is a way." Seeing him asking for help, Jiang Yuhan immediately smiled with crooked eyebrows.

"Jiang Yuhan... woo... Don't make sarcastic remarks, what can you do? You promised me to help... woo..." Seeing that he was still in the mood to make fun of, Song Xiuran was so angry and anxious, he said it through his teeth. he listens.

"A way? You let him talk about the requirements first." Jiang Yuhan saw him staring, and hurriedly covered his lips with his finger and stopped him, "If you want to be safe, do it."

Song Xiuran stared at him bitterly, whimpered, and finally closed his eyes in compromise.

When he opened his eyes again, the little Taoist priest's bright black pupils had already been covered with a layer of hazy yellow, not much brighter than the setting sun, but surprisingly eye-catching.

Strong soul power means strong mind, Jiang Yuhan immediately bowed in awe: "Dare to ask what you want to do, senior?"

Song Xiuran moved his eyes and looked sharply at Mu Chenfeng.

The Taoist priest silently put away his saber and nodded slightly.

The little Taoist just gave up, raised his face towards Wan Hua who bowed his eyebrows, and spoke in a Huainan accent with incomparable vicissitudes: "Sun, I want... my grandson."

Only a weak soul that lingers for too long can't speak a complete sentence.

Jiang Yuhan heaved a sigh of relief, straightened up, and said with a smile, "This little Taoist priest promised you to look for relatives, but the crowd is so vast, I don't know if your grandson is dead or alive, and where is he?"

The old woman possessed by the little Taoist didn't answer, but stared at him intently.

"Give us a range, so that we can have a place to start, right? Otherwise, the world is so big and there are so many lonely souls, not everyone can get what they want." Jiang Yuhan said patiently.

The old woman shook her head, closed her eyes and shed two lines of dirty tears.

"Don't..." Jiang Yuhan didn't know what to do, he could only look at Mu Chenfeng and smiled bitterly, "It's over, the old and the young are all crying, this order is probably going to be pornographic."

Although Mu Chenfeng held the hilt of his sword and said nothing, standing beside the two of them in awe-inspiring manner, he looked more like a venerable from another world.

"Grandson... grandson..." the old woman murmured with tears, and approached with small steps, "you smell like a grandson."

Jiang Yuhan retreated abruptly, but was caught off guard by his outstretched hand, and Song Xiuran was so powerful at the moment that he was unable to move.

Mu Chenfeng's eyebrows trembled, and he immediately drew his sword out.

"Grandson, Le'er...Grandson...Le'er..." Although the little Taoist priest possessed by the old lady grabbed the person, he did not look ruthless. , earrings like, like..."

Jiang Yuhan trembled all over, thinking of her Huainan tone, he was speechless in a daze.

Three parts of the world are moonlit nights, and two parts are rascals are Yangzhou. Yangzhou and Tianbao have lived in Yangzhou for four years. Scenes and scenes occupy his mind for a moment, making him feel as if he has been struck by lightning, and he stands still like an ink carving.

It was rare for Mu Chenfeng to see Jiang Yuhan so shocked, and he couldn't help shouting to his junior brother, "Let him go!"

"No..." Although Jiang Yuhan was a little dazed, he hurriedly shook his head at him when he heard his voice, with a pale face, trying to show a warm and comforting smile to the bewildered Song Xiuran, "Grandma, are you from Yangzhou?" ? I vaguely remember coming from Yangzhou... did you and your grandson get separated there?"

"Yangzhou! Yangzhou!" The old woman stopped her tears and kept nodding her head, affirming, "Grandson!"

"No, I..." Jiang Yuhan wanted to deny it, but when he met the expectant gaze, he suddenly changed his mind and said slowly, "Grandma, it's been a long time, and I can't trace the source. You have been wandering around for too long, if you can still Let's go to the 'five roads and six bridges', right?"

The old woman stared at him with tears in her eyes, shook her head, and refused to let go.

"Hey..." Jiang Yuhan sighed, closed his eyes unbearably, and admitted, "Grandmother, if you think so, then that's it, you just treat me as your joy? You see that I'm fine now Why don't you go across the bridge?"

The old woman grinned, her brows and eyes huddled together, her smile was uglier than crying.

Jiang Yuhan only learned from Song Xiuran and put it into practice, Mu Chenfeng was not sure what to do, so he approached him and asked in a low voice, "Is it possible?"

Jiang Yuhan nodded, and leaned into his ear and whispered softly, "Since I can't find it, it means her grandson is fine, no matter where he is, it's fine." After finishing speaking, she smiled and winked at him.

While the two were exchanging opinions, the old woman had already looked back and forth between them a few times, let go of his sore wrist, and pointed to the eye-catching red around his ear: "The pendant...wrong... ..."

Mu Chenfeng who was on the side changed his face when he heard the words, his face was strange, and he coughed a few times in embarrassment.

"What?" Jiang Yuhan didn't know why, and before he had time to react, the little Taoist was already on tiptoe, reaching for the top of his hair and pressing him down until he couldn't stand or kneel.

This time, the old woman maintained this posture for a long time without speaking, as if she had gathered all her strength, she raised her other hand to meet the sword tip, and pressed Mu Chenfeng's head.

The author has something to say: the mother-in-law who is speechless, the Taoist master who understands in seconds, and brother Hua who sometimes does not understand and is confused