[Sword Three] [Huayang] Continues

It was freezing cold and night was approaching. Song Xiuran stood behind a stone by the river rubbing his hands, poking his head from time to time and looking eagerly. When he saw the flash of fire on Wangjiang Cliff, he shrank back in fright.

After an unknown amount of time, there was the soft sound of paddles pulling the water, and the vaguely blurred hull immediately appeared in the icy fog that rose from the river in winter.

The little Taoist was overjoyed and rushed over to have a look. Two wicked guards saw him coming, one picked up the people on the boat and handed them over, and the other reached out to him.

The strong smell of blood mixed with the river water smelled very offensive. The coagulated blood on Mu Chenfeng's white clothes was frozen hard and soaked in water, and melted away, dripping down. The sword was loosely hung by his side, and the Taoist robe was crumpled and mushy. On the body, the gray face was lifeless.

Song Xiuran's shoulders sank, and when he raised his hand, he felt that he was carrying a cold corpse. He was so dizzy that he could only nod with a mournful face: "Thank you, thank you."

"Don't talk nonsense, here are ten copper coins." The outstretched hand shook his palm twice towards him.

"You..." Song Xiuran shuddered, cursed secretly to blackmail, but still hastily stretched out his hand into his bosom, and slapped the money into that rough palm.

The villain Wu Wei didn't pocket his own money when he took it, so he turned around and handed it to the old man rowing the boat, saying in a rough voice, "Keep quiet." After speaking, he lowered his head to look at the trembling little Taoist priest, "Come on, the grandpas won't see you off." .”

The old man took his oars, and the three left quickly.

The cold wind on the shore made ghosts cry and wolves howled, Song Xiuran looked around and no one was around, and he couldn't get his senior brother to be called a few times, so he had to bite the bullet and pick him up, and found his way to the mountain.

The villain Wu Wei came late, and temporarily changed the boatman in the village, probably Wang Jiangya's change of defense, maybe he will come to pursue soldiers soon.After the little Taoist figured it out, he was very anxious. He didn't dare to light a lamp in the dark night, and he walked on the mountain path with a heavy load. Before he reached the top of the mountain, he was out of breath. .

"Stand firm." The deep voice was accompanied by a gust of wind, and in the next moment, someone helped Song Xiuran to stabilize, and quickly fished Mu Chenfeng away.

"Jiang Yan...why are you here?" Song Xiuran patted his chest, gasping for breath while staring at the man in ink shirt who was about to merge into the night, "Didn't you say goodbye over the top of the mountain? Is the villain all right?"

"No matter what happens, it's all a result." Wan Hua replied casually, her expression hidden in the shadow of her long hair, unable to distinguish between joy and sorrow, she just gently hugged the unresponsive Daoist priest by the waist, and walked away with lightness kung fu, " Follow up and fly lower."

"Hey... wait..." Song Xiuran didn't have time to rest, so he hurriedly chased after him with Qinggong.

At the beginning, Mijin was forced to take the mountain road several times, but it happened to find out the way from Bailongkou to Qutang Gorge.Jiang Yan has excellent internal strength and excellent memory. He found the vines and ropes to climb up and down in the snow without any effort.

The two of them climbed the mountains at night without resting, and when they finally arrived at Song Xiuran's hidden bamboo house, the night was still dark, and the half-bright moonlight shone like a veil, making Fengshan snowy and desolate.

"Fortunately, no one here knows." Song Xiuran wiped off his sweat, and saw Wan Hua kicking open the door of the house with someone in his arms, trying to make a fire by taking advantage of the light, but the stored firewood was completely soaked, and it couldn't light no matter how hard he tried.

"Xiao Song, don't be busy yet." Jiang Yan's slightly raised voice came at the right time, "Come and help me."

"Oh... don't you want to boil hot water?" Song Xiuran entered the room in the dark, and after thinking about it, he lit a small oil lamp and went to the bedside to protect the fire. Seeing Mu Chenfeng's blood all over his body, he reluctantly gritted his teeth so as not to cry out .

"The light of the fire is conspicuous, please be safe and don't be impatient." Jiang Yan didn't look at him, he was busy laying down Mu Chenfeng, put down his sword, hooked his hands to ask Song Xiuran to move the oil lamp closer, and quickly set aside the simple utensils He said, "Don't shake the lamp, I'll treat the wound and it will be fine soon."

"Oh..." Song Xiuran was a little stunned when he heard his concise instructions, and he didn't dare to move while holding the oil lamp, until he saw the handle of the dagger protruding from Mu Chenfeng's waist and abdomen, and exclaimed: "Oh, this... Who did this?!"

"Me." Jiang Yan admitted without thinking, loosened Mu Chenfeng's belt, took off the surrounding clothes, and pulled out the dagger directly with a flick of his wrist.

"You, are you crazy?! Why do you want to kill my senior brother!" Song Xiuran stared anxiously, staring at the pendant behind Wanhua's hair, holding the oil lamp tightly and trembling with anger, but because he was still healing I dare not move.

"If I don't kill him, how can he get here?" Jiang Yan carefully applied medicine to stop the bleeding, as if answering some ordinary question, without a trace of turmoil in his tone, "There are 43 places on a person's body that can be stabbed without causing death .He stands still, and it is more convenient to use a knife."

The thin dagger was covered with blood, and together with Jiandu's girdle, was thrown aside by Wanhua. Song Xiuran was dumbfounded when he heard his detailed explanation, but was relieved when he understood that Jiang Yan wanted to save his brother. Glancing at the murder weapon, he was stunned again: "Why is there only half of this dagger left?"

"It was broken before."

"Oh... huh? It was broken before?"

"En." Jiang Yan responded, but did not elaborate this time. After treating the wound of the dagger, he went to check the pulse. His phoenix eyes dimmed, and he did not speak for a long time.

Song Xiuran was completely dazed, moved the oil lamp closer for no apparent reason, looked along and suddenly fell silent.

Wan Huawei's hand resting on the edge of the bed, the glove was gone, and there were red blood stains, a wound between the fingers was cut obliquely, and the bone was clearly visible, as if some sharp object was broken suddenly by force, and the wound was broken in an instant. The fragment was stuck in the hand for a long time before it was pulled out, so the surrounding flesh was torn, and the bleeding was hurriedly stopped before being discarded.

He is the "ghost hand" demon king, the speed of his hands and the precision of his force make people shudder.Song Xiuran thought that he had slapped shoulders with such people, and even laughed at them, but he felt a chill behind him, but he knew that he just broke the blade in an instant to make the wound shallower, and the place where the knife fell happened to be stuck The seams of the girdle are so that everything is realistic, there is still a lot of concern between the virtual and the real, and I can't help but have a sore nose again.

The little Taoist felt depressed when he looked at it, his eyes moved back and forth on Wan Hua's gloomy face and hands, and finally looked at Mu Chenfeng's half-closed eyes, and said anxiously:

"How is my senior brother?"

Jiang Yan came back to his senses when he heard the words, and stared at Mu Chenfeng's gray face with his fingertips for a long time before answering. After Song Xiuran shut up tactfully, he slowly said: "He has no trauma, but he has been in Sun Moon Cliff for a few days. Exhausted of physical strength and internal strength, and disturbed by the sound of the piano, mentally impaired, and he has killed his relatives and friends, the stimulation is too great, and now he does not want to resist the power of the outside world..." He paused, and sighed under Song Xiuran's puzzled eyes, "To put it simply, your senior brother is weak and doesn't want to live anymore."

"Ah?! This... You lied, right?!" Song Xiuran was horrified to the extreme, he never expected that the senior brother who had never been hurt before him would have the desire to die, and his eyes were blurred with tears, "What should I do? Jiang Yan..."

"Survival in a desperate situation is not only about luck, but also the willingness to live. I am not good at medical skills, I only know that it is best to take care of this situation." Jiang Yan looked darkly, shaking his head and said, "But it's too late. Xiao Fan and Yang Yiran are nothing to be afraid of alone, and when they meet together, their strength will be multiplied. It is not difficult to see how powerful they have been in Wolongpo for so long. They——will definitely find this place."

Song Xiuran's eyes flashed, and tears suddenly rolled down his face.

Jiang Yan glanced at him, and said slowly: "Fortunately, the heavy snow these few days can cover up my tracks, and Xiao Fan has no intention of fighting me to the death, and he won't chase me too quickly. If he can recover his consciousness and physical strength in ten and a half months, he will be fine. With the force of your senior brother and the reinforcements from the Haoqi League, you should be fearless at that time."

"Then..." Song Xiuran wiped away his tears, his face full of hope, "Shall we go to the Haoqi League now?"

"There's too much movement at this time. I'm afraid that it's not a hero but a wicked person who comes. No matter what, let him wake up first." Jiang Yan stopped him in a deep voice, his hands kept moving, and gently touched Mu Chenfeng. The bloody robe was taken off, and he pulled a clean cloth to wipe it for him.

"But...?" Song Xiuran was anxious but had nothing to do, so he could only look at Jiang Yan eagerly, "Where can I find a doctor or rescue soldiers?"

The weather is extremely cold, Hao Qidao grows out of the frosted blood robe and his skin is still as cold as ice, his messy hair without the hat is sticking to his temples cold and wet, there is no trauma but he is dying, leaning on Wanhua's shoulder, he can't see In response, his eyes were half-opened and empty, as if he was still refusing to wake up in the stimulus of killing his allies' relatives and friends.

Jiang Yan sat on the edge of the bed, held his hands tightly for a while without feeling warmer, hugged Wuxin Keke, who seemed to be holding a tool that could turn into a corpse at any time, and sniffed to confirm that the person was still alive, so he could only sigh dully "It's located in the Qinling Mountains, so it's not too far from Huagu, but as Wanhua, my sect will definitely be targeted by them and I won't be able to go back. Right now we have to find a way by ourselves."

"A solution? What should I do?!" Song Xiuran was bewildered, all he knew was holding his head and spinning around in circles.

Jiang Yan's complexion was not good, it was rare that he didn't make a clean decision, but hugged him tighter.

Faction disputes have always been intrigues, life and death, using vicious and despicable means to hostile people is a good strategy for benefiting one's own camp.Jiang Yan has always had no sense of honor and no mercy in the Valley of the Wicked. Killing and fighting is just throwing a chess piece and watching with a cold eye. Now that the game is over, he, the chess player, has not left as Yang Yiran said.

Wan Hua's phoenix eyes flashed, she slowly put the man down, stood up and said, "Let his body warm up first, then worry about it."

"But..." Song Xiuran was about to say that the firewood couldn't be lit when Jiang Yan had already left.

The door opened, and a gust of snow rolled in. The little Taoist hurriedly went to close the door. With the mist all over his head, he saw Wanhua half kneeling on the ground from a distance, carefully picking and picking among the pile of firewood, and finally holding half a bundle of branches, He took the stove and went to a dark place sheltered from the wind.In a short while, there was a fire. In winter, the mountain spring dried up and had to cook snow. The flame seemed to be dying, and it seemed that it could only boil a pot of water. .

He was originally the Demon Lord of the Valley of the Evil, so he could stand by and watch.Song Xiuran was only thinking about saving people, and now he was trapped in the mountains with him, feeling a little sorry, so he hesitated to go to him after standing for a while: "Jiang Yan, thank you."

"Thank you?" Jiang Yan raised his eyelashes and glanced at him, his eyes full of ridicule, "You should hit me later."

"Ah?" The little Taoist was taken aback, and blurted out, "I dare not!"

"There are times when you don't dare?" Jiang Yan smiled wryly, and when the snow was boiling, he waited to turn off the fire, and then instructed Song Xiuran to take a copper basin towel and enter the house, glanced at the wrapped sword, "this sword , how much do you know?"

Seeing that he moved it to the corner of the room, Song Xiuran was puzzled: "Isn't this the 'Zichen Sword'?"

"'Zichen Sword' is just a false name given to it by Haoqi. I'm afraid it's not that simple for this sword to devour the Lord." Jiang Yan took the copper basin in his hand, adjusted the water temperature and went to the bedside, watching the silent The Taoist priest said faintly, "And it is not unrelated to his previous encounters."

The author has something to say: It’s definitely not nonsense that you don’t hurt people when you enter the knife

Brother Hua is good at both others and himself