[Sword Three] [Huayang] Continues

It was snowing heavily on that day, and the Qinling Mountains seemed to be covered in fox fur. In the blink of an eye, the Qinling Mountains were covered with silver. Only Qingyan, a paradise, was isolated from the disturbance. Even if the water outside the valley turned into ice, it was always green all year round.

Jiang Yan took off his blood-stained black cloak and red cloak, removed his veil, and sat in a daze on a short tree pole beside Huahai Mountain in a dress of thousands of flowers, his phoenix eyes were half-closed, his elegant face was out of the camp At first glance, it seems like a spring breeze blowing on the face is extremely gentle.

Maybe it was because the faction he was in was too cold. Although Tiance had won Haoqi after the catastrophe, he, the mastermind, had no joy at all. Instead, he wandered all the way full of exhaustion and disappointment, neither wanting to be disappointed nor knowing where he wanted to go. He Fang, hastily healed his shoulder injury and headed south. When he regained his senses, he had arrived in front of the Lingyun Ladder that hadn't arrived for many years.

Since joining the camp, he has returned to Qingyan a handful of times. Even though there are many memories of the past here, he still resists and avoids most of them, especially every time he returns to the valley to meet his master who opposed him going to the Valley of the Evil. It made him pass thousands of flowers countless times but not get in.

An Lushan made a lot of money, and the chess records he got were very precious. It would be a pity to discard them. It would be better to wait for the stubborn and heartless old man to die and then burn them to him.Thinking viciously, Jiang Yan stood on the cliff with the chess record in his hands and wandered for half a day. Finally, he let out a long sigh and went straight down, stepping from the cold winter to the late spring, passing the path and stopping on the island of Luoxing Lake.

Jiang Yan was already a dead person on the roster, and Jiang Yuhan was a forgotten idiot in reality. He had a face-to-face meeting with the young disciple who had never met before, and then hurried to Huahai to find a place to save the book. He was buried directly, and then he rolled up his sleeves and returned to his former residence as if nothing had happened.

Time flies, and Xingyi, who has always been a minority, rarely recognizes him. Even if he does, he is confused by his appearance and identity, and he is able to walk all the way until he pushes open the spotless wooden door and stands there. Then he closed the door resentfully and left.

Did he come back? Nothing has changed, and everything has changed. The past cannot be traced, and the future cannot be traced. Ten Thousand Flowers Valley is still the Taoyuan.

After going back to the valley for a few days like this, the master must have known about it, but since Niaoyou was robbed, the two had a serious split in rebirth, Jiang Yan avoided him, and he didn't see Jiang Yan.

On the verdant treetops where the flowers are just resting, from time to time, the wind from outside the valley blows sporadic snowflakes down, and then turns into water droplets and mist to cover the sunlight and block the sight.Jiang Yan felt sleepy after watching it for a long time. He changed his posture and put his arms on his pillow, lying on his back like a disciple of Yanaka playing in ordinary games. From a distance, his black hair hangs down and his earrings are bright, like a lazi and comfortable teenager taking a nap.

"Brother, why are you falling asleep here?" After a few sounds of green grass screeching, there came a childish greeting.

Jiang Yan tilted his head slightly, seeing that the little disciple collecting herbs passed by, he responded casually, "Skipping class."

"Class?" Xiao Wanhua scratched her head with two buns, and was immediately confused, "Isn't it winter vacation? Why are there classes?"

It's really easy to make mistakes when you are slack, Jiang Yan coughed lightly, his eyes drifted away and he didn't want to pay any attention.

Xiao Wanhua stretched out her hand at the right time, and handed over a paper bag: "Brother, this is for you. There are many wild wolves nearby, so don't stay too long, I'll go collect herbs." After he finished speaking, he waved to him, little The small body got into the grass and disappeared.

"I'm afraid I can be your uncle, kid." Jiang Yan said to himself, looked down at the paper bag on the tree trunk, and opened it after hesitation, but saw that there were fast pastries inside, and the edge was covered with paper. Squeeze finely, powder falls to the ground, and a walnut fragrance wafts out.

There is still some nostalgia, entangled in the obscure truth and falsehood of the past, shining such a beam of light into the dark place, it happens to be revealed in the heart, and there is nothing to hide.

Jiang Yan held the paper bag in a daze, stared at it for a long time before sighing softly, shook his head with a wry smile and laughed at himself: "I blame my bad nose, I wouldn't have opened it if I knew it."

He rewrapped the pastry, thought about it and still didn't throw it away. He was hiding it in his sleeve when he saw a figure looming in the sea of ​​flowers. Reckless behavior has to arouse people's vigilance.

"Who in the sea of ​​flowers dares to trample on the vegetation and flowers like this?"

Jiang Yan's voice brightened, causing the man to pause, and then rushed towards him with big strides, and shouted at him while running: "Ah, you... I, I found you!"

Immediately afterwards, a little Taoist priest ran over from the sea of ​​flowers, with a short, round face, and an alchemist's star-pattern robe was stained with dust and wrinkled and stuck to his sweaty body. Looking at him was like seeing a hidden treasure. Tu Ban shined brightly: "Jiang Yuhan, no, Jiang Yan! It's me, it's me!"

Jiang Yan frowned, propped himself up and got down from the tree trunk, and said, "Song Xiuran, why are you looking for me if you don't go hunting for treasures and catching ghosts?"

"I, I..." Song Xiuran ran out of breath and his face was flushed. He couldn't breathe for a while, swallowed a few times, and summoned up the courage to shout to him, "Jiang Yan! Please save my senior brother !"

Jiang Yan's heart sank, but he still asked, "Which brother?"

"Who else? Brother Mu Chenfeng!" Song Xiuran cried anxiously.

Seeing that he was about to cry anxiously, Jiang Yan restrained his expression and hummed, "What about your brother, what have you got to do with me?"

Song Xiuran was stunned for a moment, and he didn't open his mouth to explain, only to see Wanhua who was much taller than him in front of him rolled up his sleeves, looked down at him as if sullen, and said:

"Don't say that he is skilled in martial arts. Even if you are really in trouble, you should go to the Haoqi League, not me, a villain!"

Song Xiuran was choked by him lifting his chin, and immediately blushed and couldn't speak. He looked up after a moment of stunned, a drop of tears fell down, wiped off his sleeve, and then rolled another drop, and he didn't dare to look up. He had no choice but to sob while wiping his tears: "I asked Haoqi, but... but General Cao wanted to save someone, so, that vicious Qin Niang refused to let him... Woo... She, she also said my senior brother Falling invincible at the feet of the wicked... woo... there must be something wrong... they... General Cao was stopped... woo..."

"Invincible?" Jiang Yan's expression loosened a bit, "When did he drop the mysterious sword?"

Song Xiuran was sobbing and didn't answer right away, but someone couldn't stand watching the flower tree behind him, and said: "I'm talking about the little Taoist, it's not the first time that the Haoqi League has abandoned one or two people for the sake of military spirit, profit and appearance. Cangshan’s lesson is not enough?”

Jiang Yan swept his phoenix eyes, and saw Yun Jin half lying on the tree behind Song Xiuran, and it seemed that there were not only Yun Jin, but also a group of guards from Sun Moon Cliff standing around in the back row, and he was immediately displeased Said: "This is the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, you'd better take your dog and get out."

"You are a dog yourself, why did you disregard the relationship so quickly?" Lord Xiu replied softly, seeing Jiang Yan's face that had suddenly turned cold, he had no choice but to come down from the tree wisely, and the bright red sleeves raised a gust of cold wind , turned her ankle half a circle, picked up a little girl in purple from under the tree, and held it up to Jiang Yan, "Hey, this child is too obtrusive to put on Sun Moon Cliff, ah no, it is too dangerous, I will always give it to you. "

"Niaoling..." Jiang Yan's gloomy gaze just now fell on Hualuo's body, and it was half warm. He hurriedly took her over and hugged her, and said, "Why can't we be at Sun Moon Cliff?"

"Wangjiang Cliff is occupied by Xiao Fan and Yang Yiran, plus such a neutral person breaks into Sun Moon Cliff and wails loudly, I feel annoyed when I see it." Yun Jin raised her voice and expressed her dissatisfaction on her face, pointing Song Xiuran, who was face to face from crying, was very annoyed, "If I insist on bringing him to you, I really want to kill him."

"Then how did you know I was in Huagu?" Jiang Yan looked at him sharply.

Yun Jin was frightened by his stare, and hurriedly said: "She said it." She turned her finger and tapped Hualuo again, "She said you are probably here."

"Really..." Jiang Yan looked at her with unfocused eyes, and finally changed into a soft smile, "I still know you brother."

He Niao in his arms tilted his head, and only buried his face in his shoulder.

Song Xiuran saw them talking to each other, and finally couldn't help standing in front of Jiang Yan, summoned up his courage and said, "Then...Jiang Yan, you...can you save my brother?"

"Why do you want me to go?" Jiang Yan asked back.

"Because you are the only one who can save him and is willing to save him now! Just think of it for the sake of karma, okay?" Song Xiuran wiped away his tears, and begged him sincerely with his hands clasped together.

"Oh, fate? When did I get married with him?" Jiang Yan sneered after hearing this, and walked away a few steps with Hualuo in his arms.

"This..." Song Xiuran was at a loss for words for a while, but he stood in front of him reluctantly, "You, if you don't like senior brother, why did you ask for a relationship?"

"Your senior brother didn't tell you that the fate is a lie?!" Jiang Yan was a little annoyed, looking at Song Xiuran, he felt that his patience was exhausted, and immediately said angrily, "You also saw it before, it was him himself. He agreed, and he only agreed because of his own destiny, thinking that I would become the soul of his sword after fulfilling the curse. I asked for a relationship just to divert Hao Qi's attention and let Yun Jin succeed. Since we are independent and have our own goals, How can you talk about 'like', how can you be sincere? He said it beautifully in the Haoqi Chamber, and he said that he would end up with me in person, but he was assassinated in Soul Market, so, should I care about his life?!"

He spoke loudly and angrily, He Niao flinched for a while, called him and hugged him tighter: "Brother, no..."

It was only then that Jiang Yan realized that he had lost his composure. It was not prudent to express the emotions that had been accumulated in his heart for a long time, so he could only sigh and comfort Hualuo a few times.

Song Xiuran gave him a reprimand and stood there dumbfounded. He opened his mouth but couldn't say anything. Unknowingly, tears welled up and he stood there and started crying again.

"Okay, okay, little Taoist priest. He is the Demon Lord of my Evilman's Valley. It is not appropriate to save your brother because of emotion or reason. You should go and ask Haoqi." Yun Jin couldn't stand it anymore, and patted the little Taoist priest Thin shoulder comfort.

Who knows that Song Xiuran dodged him, clenched his fists and shouted at Jiang Yan: "I don't believe it! My senior brother has never lied to you, let alone let someone sneak attack you! Even if you pretend to be Jiang Yuhan, I don't believe you are really hard-hearted !"

"If you're just pretending, why do you have a heart? Why don't you ask Jiang Yuhan to rescue him?" Jiang Yan replied with a cold and decisive tone, shaking his long hair to signal him to go with him.

Song Xiuran was stunned, and hurriedly followed his footsteps, but saw Wan Hua bypassing a bunch of flowers and bushes, and arrived at a deserted residence. As soon as the chai gate opened, a tomb stood in the courtyard, and there was a stele with no words on it. who.

"Didn't he favor Jiang Yuhan? And I'm Jiang Yan, a villain - I'll just watch him when he's being killed. Even Jiang Yuhan, there's nothing left but the tomb of his clothes. Tell your senior brother to wait for him when he was a child." How about the partner come back to life?" Although Jiang Yan spoke coldly and ruthlessly, he took off his gloves and stroked the tombstone lightly, as if he was afraid of leaving any traces, he gently scratched across the surface of the wind-eroded stone.

Xiao Hualuo broke free from his embrace suddenly, walked slowly to the front of the monument, and sat down leaning against it as if attached.

"It's just that you are a fan of the authorities. It's really cruel for you to be so ruthless." Yun Jin folded her arms and said sarcastic remarks.

"The chess players only see the end of the game in their expectations. Whether they hold black or white in their hands, they have to weigh the pros and cons and make decisions. They will never show mercy to the abandoned ones, that's all." Jiang Yan replied without looking at him. Extremely indifferent.

"Oh? What about after the game ends?" Yun Jin asked curiously.

Jiang Yuhan was already dead, Jiang Yan wasn't him and couldn't be him, he brought him here just to let him see it with his own eyes so that he could die.

Song Xiuran looked at the scene in front of him and suddenly despaired, and the courage he summoned was prematurely exhausted. He stood there for a while with a pale face, lost his mind and said unwillingly: "Enough! I know you are not Jiang Yuhan, I know... I'm neutral, I don't understand when you fight and kill, I don't understand whether it's true or not, how you treat Haoqi is your business. I'm neutral, I don't understand your good and evil. But, but I know Although Senior Brother Mu is a hero, he will not deny everything just because you are a villain, at least he will not lie to you because he thinks you are sincere."

As he spoke, he took out a stack of crumpled paper from the front of his shirt, and handed it to him tremblingly: "This belongs to that ghost mother-in-law, give it back to... Jiang Yuhan."

The author has something to say: there was no paper in the Tang Dynasty, but the paper was used for the convenience of writing, hereby explain

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