[Sword Three] [Huayang] Continues

He Niaoyou came with the dawn just like the dawn, and the medicines he brought were numerous, complicated and extremely valuable.Jiang Yan estimated the amount of the medicine and still dared not use it, but took the remaining Huiyuan Dan to Mu Chenfeng, which somewhat enriched his physical strength.

Song Xiuran didn't want to talk to Yunjin, so he volunteered to collect some medicine according to the pattern, and then hid behind the small side room to brew the medicine secretly as instructed.Whenever he fanned himself tired, Xiao Hualuo would always step on his feet, and the soup in the medicine pot happened to be not mushy.

The little Taoist carried a medicine bowl and led Hua Luo into the house, watching Jiang Yan use the handle of a spoon to pry open the brother's mouth and feed him with a spoon. In the shadows, it was clear that one had a high fever and fell asleep, and the other was worried and lonely. Looking at the illusion that the years are quiet.

Yun Jin had no one to take care of him in the bamboo house, and he was not allowed to make noise without drinking, since he didn't want to go back to Sun Moon Cliff, after being cold for two days, he went out feeling very uncomfortable to breathe.

Jiang Yan didn't care about Mr. Xiu's going or staying. He stayed in the house all day and all night. Mu Chenfeng's forehead became much colder.The high fever faded to a low-grade fever, and the pulse was slow. Although he didn't wake up, he was still able to take medicine. After taking a few pills, he got better.

Jiang Yan took his pulse and estimated that he would wake up within two days, so he was distracted from taking care of the curl that often climbed onto his shoulders, wrapped her in a red cloak and went out to watch the snow.

Song Xiuran heaved a sigh of relief, and even though he was extremely sleepy, he didn't care why Wanhua, who had the name of the devil, cared about the warmth of his junior sister. He just squinted his eyes to find his own room and got in, and fell into a deep sleep for two days.

The heavy snow falls and stops, stops and falls, and this place is quiet and peaceful in the vast Qutang Gorge Mountains. The footprints of coming and going are all buried in layers of deep snow, and there is no trace to be found.

The weather turned fine that day, and Mu Chenfeng's fever had completely subsided. He had changed his underwear a few times and wiped it carefully. His hands and feet were already hot, and his whole body was warm enough to sleep peacefully under the quilt. He breathed evenly and looked calm. Like a child who doesn't know much about the world, Meiyu has no worries.

Jiang Yan stayed with him for a long time and didn't see him open his eyes. He fed some water and rice while he was half awake, and watched him close his eyes and change his position sideways to sleep soundly, with no intention of waking up.

If he could temporarily forget the tragic world, he would rather he never wake up and stay so peaceful forever.

Wan Hua pulled the quilt back with drooping eyes, packed the dishes with a sigh and stood up. When passing by the hall, she saw He Niaoyou "watching" on the bamboo chair, motionless, her big eyes staring at the front without focus. timid.

He turned his head to wait and see, followed her line of sight and saw Mu Chenfeng's saber leaning against the door, with a faint light.

Jiang Yan became suspicious, put down his belongings to get the sword, and opened the wrapping cloth, revealing the blood-red light of the sword.His eyes darkened, and his fingertips lightly wiped the edge of the sword, leaving a bloodstain. Seeing that the blade was glowing red with excitement, he confirmed his previous guess about the saber.

There are countless short soldiers and long swords in the collection of Chunyang Palace in Huashan, and there are many evil objects such as "Chixiaohonglian" among them.These weapons have gone through the flames of war, are bloodthirsty and full of evil spirits, and some of them devour the master, disrupt the master, and destroy people's minds.Some swords were acquired by Taoist Shanshi and stored in Chunyang Palace for dozens of years to dissipate their hostility and make them come back out of the rivers and lakes, while some swords have not faded and have been sealed up to now.

Right now, this sword has changed from the frosty whiteness of the past, to carbonized black, and the lines on the sword body are fully visible, and the strobe red light is faintly flashing. It is likely that the seal on the sword body has been broken.The evil spirit is still there, and the sword body is soaked in blood, and it will be full of hostility like an evil spirit that eats people.

The Taoists of Chunyang Palace have always been cautious, there must be a reason for this extremely powerful sword to fall into the hands of the young Mu Chenfeng.

Jiang Yan took the sword and studied it, and then looked at Mu Chenfeng who was sleeping soundly on the bed. He vaguely felt that the sword was related to the seal he had on his body, or it was related to the Taoist priest himself who was infected by evil spirits when he was young—— Sha Zhisha and two-phase suppression may be the reason.But now that the seals of both are released, if Mu Chenfeng didn't have Song Xiuran's amulet next to him, he might have been controlled by evil spirits and lost in the Soul Market.

Jiang Yan's thoughts were complicated and doubtful, so he put away his sword and pulled Hualuo to close the door and go out.

The heavy snow broke many of the branches hanging down to the courtyard, and the fragrance of pines and cypresses wafted in the cool air, and one could see the icy fog and rainbow light with one breath in the soft sunlight.

He Niaoyou was not interested in the winter scene, so she retreated to the roof and yawned after running for a while.

After Jiang Yan tidied up, after coaxing Hualuo to sleep, it was already dusk.Song Xiuran didn't wake up, Mu Chenfeng fell asleep, and he was the only one standing in the snow like an ink sculpture, staring at the increasingly dark sky in a daze.

Mu Chenfeng is the cold Qingfeng of the Haoqi League, and he has been used to coldness and loneliness since he was a child, but it is not so much his temper, it is better to say that he is alienated from others according to his teacher's order to "meditate". After a long time, he does not know what is cold and warm , What is love and hatred.Obviously a child longing for warmth, a living person who can cry and laugh, but he was forced into a cold and withdrawn puppet.

He rashly formed a relationship, approached him both true and false, and insisted on ignoring his refusal to attract his attention.Caring leads to chaos, and chaos creates feelings. The cold world that was deliberately decorated as a cage was shattered.Whether it's a blessing or a curse is still unknown, but he has dragged him into an unknown abyss, and the crime is really serious.

Jiang Yan paced in the snow, slowly stamping out deep and shallow footprints in the snow, and finally jumped to the roof, facing the silver-clad Qutang, took out his long flute, and played another old friend's song.

The game of chess has been opened, and there is no way to stop. As the villain and Demon Lord, he is in control of the overall situation and invincible.I thought it would not be difficult to keep Mu Chenfeng's life, but unexpectedly, the two camps clashed, and a bright star like him was destined to be the victim.

And Mu Chenfeng - it should be his fault.

At this point, those who are arrogant, those who are suffering, those who want, and those who have no desires are all mired in the mud and cannot escape.

Wanhua's long eyelashes are drooping, her thoughts are mixed, her face and demeanor are hidden in her long hair, but the tune she blows is as melodious as ever, singing high and loud, as if she wants to break through the fog that blinds her eyes, drive away her sorrow and leave a trace of hope for clarity.

"...Jiang Yan...Jiang Yan."

Suddenly there was a calling in the deserted flute sound, he let go of his fingers, and clearly heard someone calling him, the voice was not loud but extremely familiar, a few brief calls were enough to make people extremely happy.

Jiang Yan fell from the house, stepped into the warm room in a rolled up ink robe, and watched Mu Chenfeng curled up on the bed in the dim sunlight and whispered:

"Jiang Yan...Jiang Yan..."

"Yes, I am." He shook off the chill, stepped to the bed in three steps at a time, bent close to him, touched his cool forehead and asked, "Is this a nightmare?"

"Jiang Yan... are you Jiang Yan?" Mu Chenfeng closed his eyes and frowned, and said vaguely and intermittently, "It's not Jiang Yuhan...Jiang Yan..."

Wan Hua's heart skipped a beat, and she said in disbelief, "...Yes, I'm not Jiang Yuhan, Chen Feng, do you know it's me?"

Mu Chenfeng was still awake, but he turned his face when he heard his words, his temples were slightly sweating, his expression relaxed, and he was at a loss again, and whispered in his expectant eyes: "Jiang Yan... dearest relative... Jiang Yan."

As soon as these words came out, it was like a sharp knife breaking through the chaos. Jiang Yan shook his whole body, subconsciously clenched his shoulders, stared at the hesitation between his brows, and trembled: "Chenfeng, do you know what I want to ask you? Can you tell me what I want to ask you?" really……"

He stuck the question in his throat before he could say anything, but then he paused after a little sobriety.

"Dearest relatives and loved ones" was originally an excuse, or it could be the voice of the heart, and it was the almost nonsense theory of fate that I learned when I investigated Mu Chenfeng's background.It is obvious that he is confusing the truth and the truth, but now he is not sure what he is referring to.I knew clearly in my heart that he was not sober yet, but I hoped that he would tell the truth.

"Jiang Yan, you lied to me." Mu Chenfeng frowned suddenly, and whispered to him.

"Yes, it's my fault." Seeing him sad, Jiang Yan admitted without thinking, "What do you want to tell me?"

"You promised...promised..." Mu Chenfeng shook his head, but he couldn't get rid of the nightmare no matter what, he said in a raving voice, "You'll grow old forever...how can you..."

Jiang Yan looked at him, his eyes softened instantly: "Yes."

If it is true, then "Zi Chen Sword" and "Yan Xiang" have nothing to do with him.It doesn't matter who Mu Chenfeng is, he just needs to know who he is, and never say a single lie to him from now on.

And what he promised, he will never break his promise.

Mu Chenfeng seemed to have been in a deep dream for a long time, and couldn't wake up no matter what, he uttered some nonsense in a low voice, and fell asleep again.

The anticipation welling up in his heart was getting colder, Jiang Yan sighed and touched his forehead with the back of his hand again, feeling that his fever had subsided, and he might be extremely weak if he was still asleep, so he let him lie down again.Before he got up in time, Mu Chenfeng reached out and grabbed the skirt of his clothes unexpectedly.

"Jiang Yan..."

"I'm here."

"Jiang Yan..." The Taoist priest in the nightmare frowned again, his throat moved, and said, "I, I hate you."

Jiang Yan's pupils shrank, he clasped his shaved chin, and asked him in surprise, "What... what did you say?"

"I hate you..." The Taoist priest didn't let go of his clothes, but frowned first, and said clearly in a cold tone as calm as still water, "Jiang Yan, I hate you. I want to kill you, Jiang Yan—I'm going to kill you."

The question that seemed to linger in my heart for thousands of times finally became cold, and the surrounding air also condensed.Wan Hua was very close to him face to face, exchanging breaths with the present world through the nightmare, staring at the calm expression between his brows, and did not move for a long time.

"Jiang Yan, I will hurt my dearest and dearest, and I will kill you...to avenge Haoqi." Mu Chenfeng repeated the cold words again and again, always speaking calmly, as if stating a fact does not require extra emotion.

Jiang Yan stared at his profile illuminated by the window, listened to him say over and over again what he should have told him through gritted teeth, gradually tightened his grip on his fingers, and let go when his face showed pain.

He knew that he was talking in his sleep, but he would still wake up, face the bleak reality of killing his allies, and recall the unbearable blood dripping again—he would eventually hate him.

Jiang Yan silently tore off his hand, and then sat up sadly. There was a little noise in the silent mountain wind, and the thick snow was trampled, indicating that there was more than one person coming.

Jiang Yan's eyes narrowed, his meridians turned around unknowingly, and the moment the door opened, he had already handed out his ultimate move, stretching and retracting his fingers, instantly killing the intruder outside the gate.

"Stop—one of our own!" Gao Yang, who belonged to Yun Jin, screamed at the same time. Master Xiu held his soldiers and stopped him directly in front of the pen holder he drew out. , "Jiang Yan, it's me."

"What do you mean by bringing someone here?" Jiang Yan glanced at the wicked guard who died on the ground, showing disgust.

"I don't have anyone with me, how can I meet you?" Seeing that he was angry, Yun Jin hurriedly gathered his soldiers to his back, raised his red sleeves, and pointed his hands at two places respectively, "One is Ye Rong, and the other is Yang Yiran." Then he clicked in another direction, "There are also assassins from the remnants of the party who are struggling in Tiance and waiting for an opportunity to retaliate."

"What?" Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows, with a sarcasm smile on his lips, "Are you scared? Or are you kind enough to remind me?"

"Don't talk sarcasticly. I'm on the same boat after changing the defense for you, and we have to advance and retreat together." Yun Jin glanced over his shoulder into a corner of the room, and then said angrily, "Don't tell me about winning or losing, don't you This game, if you give up, you will give up. But if you give up the game, the villain and Haoqi will not fight? You can either kill this Haoqi quickly, or leave him to feed Changge, or let Ye Rong take him away, or I will replace you Do it, save yourself trouble."

It made sense for Qixiu to speak hastily. Jiang Yan's expression was gloomy. He glanced at the elite behind him and said in a deep voice, "If it wasn't me, it would be someone else. There will never be peace when the wicked fight with Haoqi—it is true that there is no solution."

"Jiang Yan, don't be so crazy as to pay for the Valley of the Wicked." Seeing that he had been haggard for a few days, Yun Jin noticed some hesitation from his rare pensive look, and hurriedly warned him.

"How could it be?" Jiang Yan seemed to have made up his mind in an instant, withdrawing his remote gaze, and suddenly appeared a strange look, "How could I have created the situation by pretending to be someone else?" Said the phoenix eyes half closed, slowly Put away the pen, lower your voice and say to yourself:

"Since I have nothing to ask for, I regard the eternal silence of the world as a finger of quicksand, so I will end it myself."

The author has something to say: This chapter is very long, the general idea is similar to the subtitle

Brother Hua's perspective is about to go offline, the Taoist priest is about to wake up