[Sword Three] [Huayang] Continues

(19)

The coolness came through the top of the hair, the opponent was Hun and Song Xiuran, Mu Chenfeng was afraid of hurting his junior, so he quickly put away his sword in surprise, and went to see Jiang Yuhan again in a daze.

It is almost unprecedented to be bent down with someone holding his head, not to mention that the small dagger was held between Song Xiuran's fingers and placed on top of his head together. .

"Le'er likes it?" the old woman asked without thinking.

Jiang Yuhan heard it clearly, and suddenly froze in place, then said in fear, "What?"

"He, he..." Song Xiuran stretched his neck on tiptoe and pointed his chin towards Mu Chenfeng, "He!"

"Jiang Yuhan..." Mu Chenfeng's face changed slightly, and he quickly looked at Wanhua who opened his lips.

"Save Xiao Song." Jiang Yuhan gave him a patient look in a low voice, and then responded with a smile, "Grandma, if you like it, can you make your wish?"

The old woman nodded joyfully, Song Xiuran's bulging face swayed up and down, and with both hands, he mumbled: "You will grow old forever."

"Jiang Yuhan!" Mu Chenfeng heard what he said clearly, and hurriedly broke away.

"Mother-in-law, this is a bit difficult." Jiang Yuhan simply knelt down and let him pat his head.

"No... no way?" Song Xiuran's round eyes were filled with tears again.

"I want to do it too, but you've been here for too long, and you can't last that long." Jiang Yuhan explained with a smile, his tone soft as if coaxing a child.

Song Xiuran, who was leaning over the old woman, suddenly bit her lips, not only crying, but also full of grievances, sobbing and saying: "Le'er likes...white, grow old forever."

"No!" Mu Chenfeng flatly refused without waiting for Jiang Yuhan to speak again.

Unexpectedly, ferocity flashed across Song Xiuran's yellow and misty eyes at this moment, he took a step away, and the small dagger fell across his neck again: "You...you lied to me!"

"If you have something to say, don't kill yourself... Sigh..." After going around and back to the original point, Jiang Yuhan tapped his forehead, extremely helpless, "He doesn't want to, mother-in-law, can we do it with someone else?"

Mu Chenfeng was startled when he heard the words, his determination disappeared instantly, he hesitated and said, "Jiang Yuhan, you..."

"Did the Taoist priest change his mind?" Jiang Yuhan immediately smiled brightly at him.

Mu Chenfeng's expression darkened, he flicked the sleeves of the Taoist robe with jade beads on it, and immediately turned his back.

The knife on his neck got closer, and Song Xiuran's eyes that were crying miserably were suddenly clearer, replaced by the original black pupils, and he said in surprise, "Jiang Yuhan! Please help me! Brother, brother !"

"Keep your voice down, Xiao Song." Jiang Yuhan reminded, Song Xiuran's pupils turned yellow again.

Before long, Song Xiuran would be completely occupied by the ghost mother-in-law. Jiang Yuhan secretly felt that the situation was not good, so he lightly tapped the gold-decorated sword case on the back of Mu Chenfeng, and whispered: "Chenfeng, you and I are destined , don’t you like it?”

Mu Chenfeng's straight back froze, knowing that he took the opportunity to ask this question, so he ignored him, Jiang Yuhan slammed the sword case again, and he slightly shook the pendant beads on his crown and sighed.

"Abandon the past, love and hatred, really don't give a chance?" Jiang Yuhan stretched out his hand, found his white wrist along his sleeve, and caught it, with a sly expression on his face, "Time is running out, Daoist Mu must think clearly. "

Mu Chenfeng turned around slowly, condescendingly looked down at Wanhua, who was still half kneeling on the ground, staring at the setting sun, and said, "What do you want?"

"Take a token, if the Taoist priest is willing to give it." Jiang Yuhan slowly changed his grasp to a grip, and interlaced his fingers, "How?"

Mu Chenfeng stared at his smiling face, a bleakness finally flashed across his cold eyes, and he said cautiously: "I'm afraid it won't be so easy to give what you want."

"What does Chen Feng think I want?" Wan Hua narrowed his eyes, asking harmlessly to humans and animals.

"Even if you ask, it might change the current situation?" Mu Chenfeng asked irresponsibly.

"It's true." Jiang Yuhan smelled the acquiescence in his words, lifted his dark clothes and stood up, slowly approaching under his penetrating eyes, raised the back of his hand to touch his cool face, and touched the delicate She scraped off the skin, then held it, leaned close to his ear and said, "It's actually not that hard to give."

The warm breath almost burned the ears, Mu Chenfeng did not move but was clasped by Jiang Yuhan's arms and tied in his arms, unable to move, listening to him with a pale face and saying in his ear: "Chenfeng How about asking the 'Zichen Sword' to kill me if you don't want to?"

Half threatening and half confident, Mu Chenfeng was shocked when he heard it, and naturally he couldn't draw his sword because he was bound tightly by him. The strength of his hand was unfamiliar and unexplored to him...

"You..." Mu Chenfeng had time to open his mouth, and the words he wanted to utter were already decisively blocked by him.

What Wanhua bowed her head was a lingering kiss, her cool thin lips softly touched his blunt lips, tossing and turning, from shallow to deep, accompanied by the cool fragrance of the medicine on his body after the fragrance pills faded away, taking his breath away, It made him burn all over, and his calm and peaceful mind exploded.

"This child's fate is not related, and I'm afraid that he will have no relatives and no love in his life." Lingxuzi Shangguan Boyu's loving voice was especially gentle.

"You have to be more calm. Otherwise, it is very easy to make a big mistake and hurt the people close to you. Remember, remember." Master's exhortation is still in my ears.

"Yuyou Kyushu, all the people of insight from all over the world gather here. Only by joining the Haoqi League, you have truly stepped into the rivers and lakes." Leader Xie once said to him in Luoyan City.

"Mu Daoist, this person is from the Valley of the Evil. He must be cunning by nature and not bad for good intentions. You have to be careful." Cao Yu said earnestly.

"Brother, I won't tell others. But, he looks really normal, and there are no ghosts surrounding him." The younger brother whispered to him.

"Mu Daochang, you want to keep his life, do you want to play by yourself?" Who is joking?

"Mu Daoist, I'm sorry, it's not that we don't want to come, it's that the superiors don't allow us to come. It's good that you're fine." Who clasped his fists at him as if he was about to be pardoned?

"Hey, brother Mu, as a heroic warrior, you must always have the determination to be broken at any time. Otherwise, you have also seen that saving people is such an uneconomical business, and no one wants to do it." And who dared to speak...

"The injury of 'Zi Chen Jian' must not be spread to the outside world, Chen Feng, I will wrong you."

Almost all the sounds rushed in at once, colliding with the only spiritual consciousness, and the chaos in Mu Chenfeng's mind gradually overwhelmed the momentary shock and anger, making him freeze there

"I'll save you, okay?"

"I became attached to the Taoist priest, and I am very fortunate to have the Taoist priest in his heart. If I have the Taoist priest to accompany me, I might as well 'live' for a while. The 'bonding' is from the heart, and there is no falsehood."

"Chenfeng, don't talk nonsense."

"If the chess game changes... you have to be careful everywhere, and be on guard... the dragon is the only one. Once it's the end game... no one can protect anyone."

The vaguely heard words flashed across the tip of my heart, making people hesitate, Mu Chenfeng closed his eyes slightly, and it suddenly seemed like a dream:

Wanhua said that when the flowers bloom, should they be fragrant and warm like jade?

Jiang Yuhan saw from under his long eyelashes that the blush on his fair skin was fading, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and his eyes seemed to have fallen into some kind of bewilderment, so he turned his eyes and let go of his lips and teeth, and said in his ear: "Mu Chen Feng, if you don't ask cause and effect, you will regret it in the end?"

Jiang Yuhan's voice was exceptionally clear, and as soon as he finished speaking, the chaotic noise just now stopped. Mu Chenfeng didn't know that he was asking at this moment and not the noise in his head, so he shook his head in a daze, and said naturally: "Yes, yes." , I have no regrets."

"Oh...forget it." Jiang Yuhan sighed mockingly, his drooping eyes quietly let go of the arms that bound him, and then he lowered his head and gently covered his slightly parted lips.

On the snowy night in Cangshan Mountain, there was such a gentle and careful kiss, the pain of passing over the dead land like a dragonfly.

Mu Chenfeng slowly recovered his breath, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Jiang Yuhan's whole body was lightly removed, only his peaceful and peaceful face was close at hand, and he relaxed his strength, closing his eyes in front of him.

To join the Haoqi League is to be accompanied by killing, not only opponents, even friends may become enemies.True and false, intrigues and deceptions, but it is a common battle scene between camps.If you really let go of the past, love and hatred, no one can guarantee whether what you see is true or not.

At this moment, he can already draw his sword, strip away his glory, and show others his true nature. With the endless troubles that are about to come out, he has already fulfilled the ending in the proverb.

He should have found the strong sense of resistance and disgust under his light kiss that seemed to be acting, so that he could kill him in anger.

But, but...

Mu Chenfeng stared intently at his slightly trembling eyelashes, for a long time, finally put aside the thought of drawing his sword and closed his eyes peacefully.

However, he wanted to bet that they would not face each other with swords and swords, bet on a future that was completely untouchable and not too bad, bet that he had even the slightest sincerity at this moment, bet that he was the Jiang Yuhan he knew... …

"Grow old forever." The voice of the old woman rang in my ears, and it disappeared into the night with the last ray of brilliance of the setting sun.

Almost at the same time, Wan Hua's deep and cool words like summer wind:

"May the sky be clear and sunny, and may you and I never see each other again."

People can always be quiet, and the world will return. Mu Chenfeng said it silently, but he sighed. Since then, the ending is not bad, so he nodded slowly, and said softly: "I hope...it will be as you wish."

Mu Chenfeng slacked off by chance, and didn't know what kind of expression he had at the moment. Jiang Yuhan saw his slightly confused expression clearly in the dark, and discerned some other meanings from his indifferent words, stretched out his arms She circled him again, bowed her head around his neck, and slowly hugged him tightly.

The embrace is so warm and full of reluctance, the coldness that brushes against his neck is the earrings like teardrops, Mu Chenfeng has not yet raised his hand to hug his solid back, a hanging lamp under the village house in Gushanji The lamp lit up, and Song Xiuran's crisp voice yelled in his ear:

"Ahem, cough, it's finally all right now! It scared me to death!"

In a blink of an eye, the small dagger fell to the ground. Song Xiuran was exercising his muscles and bones while pretending to cough, blushing, and his eyes were flickering.

"I know I'm scared, so you dare to take orders indiscriminately in the future?" Jiang Yuhan quietly let go, unknowingly, intentionally or unintentionally, he gave Mu Chenfeng a comforting hand on the back of Mu Chenfeng's carrying the sword box, then rolled up his sleeves and raised his head. It looks like it doesn't matter.

"You can't blame me, the vast crowd, you lied to her..." Song Xiuran suddenly wondered, scratched his head and asked, "No, since she thinks it looks like her, why didn't she look for you before?"

"Maybe it's the smell of the fragrant pills that made her afraid?" Jiang Yuhan immediately threw out an excuse.

"Oh, yes! It's probably like that." Song Xiuran agreed as expected, and then gave him a stern look, "You should put away this kind of weird incense pill as soon as possible, so as not to cause trouble again."

"It sounds like it's my fault." Jiang Yuhan snorted, raised his hand and slapped him on the forehead.

"Junior brother, do you feel unwell right now?" Mu Chenfeng's expression returned to normal, and he gave Wan Hua a cold look as he spoke.

"I'm fine, but..." Song Xiuran was still a little embarrassed when he saw Mu Chenfeng again. He only knew that they had acted for ghosts and that he had sinned against his senior brother. She said to him, "But that... In fact, that mother-in-law is quite pitiful. She probably won't be able to be reincarnated if she stays too long."

"When we meet, how about you being a soul-inducing lamp?" Mu Chenfeng suggested.

"Okay senior brother, for the sake of her not hurting me, I'll make one, but let's see if she gets lucky." Seeing that the topic was diverted, Song Xiuran seemed generous, and reached into his bosom to take a piece of talisman paper. Writing, accidentally touched something, looked down, and immediately yelled.

"Oops! Treasure map, treasure map!" He carefully examined the worn-out little parchment over and over again, and was moved to tears: "This is a real, fake, packaged, and exchanged treasure map!"

"Xiao Song..." Seeing him looking for a shovel in the courtyard, Jiang Yuhan knew that there was no hope of stopping him, so he shook his head at Mu Chenfeng, "Let him go, it's getting late, I have to leave tomorrow, eat and rest early. "

After Jiang Yuhan finished speaking, he turned around with a smile on his face, Mu Chenfeng was noncommittal, and stood in the courtyard watching him stretch out the bamboo pole to light the lamp, and the orange halo dimly illuminated a low wall, and there were thousands of flowers. The free and easy back view with long hair.

The Taoist priest in white unconsciously raised his sleeves, and his fingertips slid across the lips that seemed to be still warm. Suddenly, the autumn wind blew up, and he stared at the courtyard, and there was no one there. And scattered.

It was night when the moon was hanging high and the flute sounded again, Jiang Yuhan didn't rest as he said, sometimes long and sometimes low and sad tunes came around the screen window, and it seemed to resound all night long.

On the second day, Song Xiuran rolled up a rag bag and returned excitedly, and said goodbye in a hurry.

Jiang Yuhan's residence was empty, and he didn't even leave a letter behind. The packaged medicine package and packed package were placed neatly on the neatly stacked beds, and the herbs spread out in the courtyard were never picked up. There is a fiery red maple leaf on the table, sticking to the wooden board like it was crumpled and flattened.

Mu Chenfeng went over and took it off, but he couldn't tell the clues at first glance, someone in the courtyard stepped into the room with a "bang" and roared.

Yun Jin raised two swords and stepped on embroidered shoes to rush in. After looking around the walls, he saw Mu Chenfeng, and couldn't help being dumbfounded: "Mu Daochang, where is Jiang Yuhan?"

Yun Jin's high-pitched voice pierced people's ears, and Mu Chenfeng turned his face away, and said in a deep voice, "What's the noise?"

"Master Daoist, he..." Seeing his cold face, Yun Jin immediately rolled his eyes and didn't want to explain, so he simply raised his sleeves and put away his weapon before turning serious, "Master Daoist Mu should go and see Commander Cao quickly, something is wrong!"

The author has something to say: the backstage publication failed, it was later, in fact, the introduction of the chapter wanted to call Xiao Song who caused trouble, and mother-in-law who attacked and assisted

At this point, the basic volume [-] is over, but both the attackers and the receivers have their own thoughts and know what they are thinking, and they got into the maze together

Juan [-] is actually quite sweet, cherish the sugar and don’t skip Juan [-], anyway, it will be difficult to eat later (spread hands)

I will start to visit the tomb tomorrow, and it should not be changed before the end of the Ching Ming holiday, so I will ask for leave, bow down