[Sword Three] [Huayang] Continues

"Is the Daoist alright?" Yan Guiling followed Su Yue in, saw Mu Chenfeng standing there with a pale face and a sad description, and saw his eyes staring straight at Jiang Yan, with blood in his eyes, hurried to go Feel his pulse.

"Oh, Daoist, are you feeling unwell?" Su Yue probed over, watched curiously and said, "Sit down and let Yan Guiling take a look? His medical skills are good."

Mu Chenfeng didn't dodge or dodge, Ren Suyue pulled him onto the chair, pushed the hilt of the sword to the table after a while, and never took his gaze away from Wanhua who was sitting opposite him.

Shang Shuiyun studied the Broken Sword for a while, then yawned to look at Mu Chenfeng, who had a bad complexion, and comforted him: "Junior Brother Mu, no matter what you see or hear in Soul Market, don't worry too much about it." I care. No matter how capable you are, you are still not a living person.”

Mu Chenfeng looked at Jiang Yan with pain in his eyes, and said dully, "Is that true?"

Just now he was so angry that he wanted to swing his sword, but now he was in a daze, Shang Shuiyun looked at him, although he felt puzzled, he still replied affirmatively: "Of course. Humans have morals, ghosts have ghosts, and ghosts can't do everything." Do, but there are many things that humans can do, and ghosts are far less terrifying than humans. Otherwise, wouldn’t the world be in chaos?”

"Shang Daochang, please stop blowing it up, and tell me what is wrong with Wanhua that keeps her soul here?" Su Yue interrupted him with a smile.

"Well..." Shang Shuiyun felt a little troubled, rubbed his bearded chin a few times, then turned to Su Yue and said, "Maybe it's the technique of your Five Poisons Sect?"

"Us? You're saying that..." Su Yue suddenly thought of something when he asked him this, and hurriedly untied a cloth bag from his waist and shook it in front of his eyes, "Maybe he did it."

"What is this?" Shang Shuiyun retreated instinctively.

"Humanized ashes." Su Yue said honestly.

Shang Shuiyun's complexion changed drastically, and he jumped away suddenly: "Sin! What are you doing with this on your body?!"

"Report in Islam." Su Yue shook the bag again, "Didn't you just say that it's not scary to die?"

"Go, go, take it!"

Yan Guiling turned a deaf ear to the fussy conversation between the two, tapped Mu Chenfeng's pulse on his cold wrist for a long time, and remained silent for a long time, until the latter finally noticed and cast a suspicious look at him, then he readily withdrew his hand and said politely: "Hunxu consumes energy, and Daoist Priest is full of Qi Sea. This fatigue is definitely not a serious problem."

Mu Chenfeng nodded, and sighed: "You said he didn't want to tell, it really is so..."

After hearing this, Yan Guiling lowered her eyelids: "Did the Taoist priest ask the reason for your brother's death?"

"No, but..." Mu Chenfeng paused, and then looked at Jiang Yan with mixed feelings, "I want to explore the Soul Market again, even if I will be resented by him."

"If it's Senior Brother Jiang, probably not." Yan Guiling blurted out, even though she was not familiar with Jiang Yan, and stood up without waiting for him to ask again, "Taoist chief, take a rest, it's not too late to go at night."

Mu Chenfeng listened to what he said, but didn't care to think about it. The cold wind rolled up the snow on the ground and scattered it inside the door. In his eyes, it was all rubble after the collapse of his childhood persistent beliefs. Water mist, nowhere is real.

Shang Shuiyun argued with Su Yong about whether they were big or small, and finally blushed and swore thickly, and insisted on researching why, so he asked Mu Chenfeng for the hilt, and then circled around Jiang Yan again.

Yan Guiling didn't do anything, just stared at Su Yue honestly, turned around and boiled the medicinal soup to dispel the cold, before the stove was hot, she heard the young Wudu yelling "It smells good".

Shang Zhai hadn't been this lively for a long time, and it was already night time after dinner. Sitting in the warm room and watching the moonlight and stars, and the snow reflecting the lights, it was quite a happy look.

Only Mu Chenfeng couldn't sit still, didn't know how to eat, and after Shang Shuiyun's three tours of drinking and starting to talk nonsense, he folded his hands before sitting on the futon.

This time without Daoist Shang's guidance, he was familiar with the way out of the soul and into the samadhi. After concentrating, he opened his eyes and his eyes were gray. Before he could take a step, he felt that the scenery was distorted.

----split line----

After Mu Chenfeng calmed down, he was in a courtyard. Looking out from the entrance of the courtyard, you can see the sea of ​​flowers layered on the lower part. The courtyard is located on a high slope and it is a bit cold. He turned around out of curiosity, and when he looked back, he saw Jiang Yan kneeling indoors in a delicate dress.

Different from the youthful appearance before and the inhumanity since then, Jiang Yan in front of him seems to have passed the weak crown, faded from his youthfulness and recklessness, with long hair hanging down, and a calm face, squinting his phoenix eyes to read the chess record in his hand , the corners of his brows and lips were stained with the smell of sunlight and books leaking in, and his gestures and fingers were all fascinating and elegant.

Mu Chenfeng stood in the courtyard blankly, as if in front of him was a stranger he had never seen before, and this glance could teach people to watch for half a day.

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother!" Someone broke in unexpectedly, and brought a tree of spring flowers outside the courtyard to stand in front of Jiang Yan, "Senior Brother, why are you back already? Fortunately, I was still waiting under the Lingyun Ladder in the morning."

The person who came was a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, with simple robes and a thin figure. His facial features were somewhat similar to Jiang Yan's, but he looked more kind. His eyes were slightly raised and his eyebrows were like feathers. Although his whole body looked unkempt, the excitement written all over his face was true.

It was the first time Mu Chenfeng saw Jiang Yuhan who had grown up, before he could take a closer look, Jiang Yan had already put down the chess record and stood up.

"I came back yesterday." Seeing his astonishment, Jiang Yan paused and said, "I came back early."

"Really? I thought I remembered it wrong again..." Jiang Yuhan scratched his head and smiled sheepishly, "Senior brother has been away for more than a year, and finally came back. I haven't been able to cleanse you up."

"It's okay, there's a lot of war outside. It's not easy for Master and I to come back safely this time, so don't worry about it." Jiang Yan looked at his hair that he hadn't combed properly and smiled warmly, "Why, you are still making incense in the sea of ​​flowers?"

"Yes, senior brother." Jiang Yuhan nodded honestly, "I recently obtained an ancient book, and made a few pills according to the prescription, senior brother, take a look."

As he spoke, he untied the sachet on his waist and stuffed it to Jiang Yan. Jiang Yan leaned closer to smell it, and could only smile wryly: "The taste may be good, but I'm not good at it, so I can't smell it really."

"Senior brother, don't be humble. Who doesn't know that you and your master are very good at chess, and you have defeated the spirit of the Japanese people in the capital? Besides, you are unparalleled in Baihuafu acupuncture. I can't even remember the moves." Jiang Yuhan After Baba nodded, he suddenly felt troubled, "It's just..."

Jiang Yan glanced at him, raised his eyebrows and said, "Well, are you going to catch a knife this time or something else?"

"Hey, brother, you're smart." Jiang Yuhan frankly grabbed his arm, flattering him, "This time there's something else."

Jiang Yan was noncommittal, and walked happily: "Then I will go with you."

"Brother, where's your foot restraint order?" Jiang Yuhan reminded him behind him.

"...It's been solved a long time ago."

"Hey? Brother, why don't you go out?"

"... I am used to solving problems."

Mu Chenfeng followed them to the sea of ​​flowers, listening to Jiang Yuhan's chatter along the way, and remembering all the resemblances of Jiang Yan pretending to be a junior in the past, he felt a little sad.

The two circled half a circle in the sea of ​​flowers, and finally Jiang Yan led the way. When he opened the courtyard door, he sighed and said, "Junior brother, are you always lost like this?"

Jiang Yuhan followed behind embarrassingly, stuck out his tongue, rushed to him to remove the mess, and finally pushed open the door with his head shrunk, went in and hugged the little one out: "Brother, it's her."

Jiang Yan saw the little girl who was only two or three years old and had few teeth yet in his hand. The light smile disappeared from his face in an instant, and he frowned and said, "What's going on?"

"Well... Just the day before you came back, I went out of the valley with my seniors to gather medicine nearby, and picked it up." Jiang Yuhan lowered his head and said softly, "It was originally going to be handed over to Xinglin's masters, but there is no one in the chaos of war. The master is here. There are also a few juniors who asked me why I didn’t take care of myself when I picked it up, like... just like you picked me up, senior brother. I, I was a little bit angry, and I don’t know what to do now..."

Jiang Yan was stunned for a moment, then fell silent, took the child from him and clicked on her heaven, and then looked at her with a dull look: "It seems that there is a deficiency, so I am afraid it will be difficult to survive."

"Brother..."

Jiang Yuhan still wanted to continue, but Jiang Yan shook his head and interrupted: "I'll take her back to Master's place to have a look, and come back later."

"Really?! Thank you, brother!" Jiang Yuhan got Jiang Yan's approval, and instantly smiled.

Although this kind of Jiang Yan seems plain, he is very sincere and kind. It is completely different from the Demon Lord he is killing. Mu Chenfeng watched from the outside, seeing Jiang Yan speak without hesitation, the doubts in his heart became even more dull.

In the illusion, Jiang Yan couldn't see the existence of Mu Chenfeng. He hugged the child and rubbed shoulders with him without even looking at him. Huahai informed Jiang Yuhan and sorted the pile of books for him by the way.

Jiang Yuhan stayed with him for dinner, but Jiang Yan didn't refuse. They reunited after a long absence to have a chat, and then each found a vacant room to stay overnight.

For several days in a row, Jiang Yan went back and forth between Xingyi Chess Hall and Huahai, and Mu Chenfeng followed him all the time, not only because of the illusion, but also because he was afraid that some past events might be missed.

He saw the child getting better day by day, and even had a surprising success and was accepted by Jiang Yan's master; he watched Jiang Yuhan arranging spices all day long, adding ingredients to the four-hole incense burner in different ways to make incense; Finish homework on time and on time, in addition to leaving a strange and stereotyped impression on the same door, and don't forget to bring a small piece of candy when visiting girls.

"Brother, the song you learned in Chang'an is really good." It was a light rain day, and Jiang Yuhan admired it sincerely while holding his chin under the eaves.

Jiang Yan stopped when he heard the words, and said in a deep voice: "Chang'an in troubled times, full of singing and dancing, it's really desolate."

"Huh? Is it a sad song?"

"Yes."

"Chang'an must be in a mess right now...I haven't even been able to go out for a walk."

"The war will continue, and Qingyan is still safe, so you can stay safe." Jiang Yan advised, but turned his head and saw the hope in his eyes, and said, "If the war subsides in the future and you have a chance to go out of the valley, what do you want to do?"

"Me? I think... I want to learn kung fu and become a great hero." Jiang Yuhan finished his bold words, and laughed himself out first, "It's a pity that it's impossible. Otherwise, I would have joined the Haoqi League and supported justice by now. , how can I stay here?"

"Pepper orchid is fragrant, so it nourishes the nose. You have some strengths, so it may not be impossible." Jiang Yan comforted him.

"Haha, I know that brother is tolerant to me, but it's hard for me to make the best use of everything. It's like some incense that needs to be rubbed with incense seals, otherwise the smoke will dissipate and the heat will be low, and you will have to choke to death. I was choked I can’t remember so many times, and I can’t make up for it, so forget about the rest.” Jiang Yuhan laughed at himself simply, without any haze on his smiling face, looking at the drops of water falling under the eaves, he said, “If you want me to say , It’s better to enter the Valley of the Wicked.”

Seeing that he was still looking forward to it, Jiang Yan couldn't help asking, "Why is it the Valley of the Evil?"

"I heard that the war is in chaos now, the Haoqi League and the Evilren Valley have both shake hands and made peace."

"Ah."

"Look at Haoqi League and Wicked Valley. Although they act differently and always fight and kill, isn't the enemy now also fighting with the same enemy? It's just that Wicked Valley's willful and reckless behavior is a waste of loyalty. One day , I can receive an order from the Valley of the Evil, and I will go to the Valley of the Evil. I will teach them to do things well, and use some tricks and tricks. Don't always kill people and create blood pools. It is thankless and not worth it .”

The young man held his chin so innocently, even though he never had any twisted intestines, nor did he have the slightest bit of scheming in his words, but he had a pure heart and a life that would be forgotten in a blink of an eye, even so, it would never exist The matter is right and clear.

Jiang Yan was silent at the side, and finally sighed softly in the sound of the rain, and turned to say: "The master of that child has been accepted as an apprentice, do you want to give her a name?"

"Okay, uh..." Jiang Yuhan thought for a long time, finally slumped his shoulders, and went to see Jiang Yan for help, "Let's get up, brother."

Jiang Yan nodded, looking straight at the cloud and smoke in the sky: "Yunyan He Niaoyou—let's call her He Niaoyou."

Mu Chenfeng watched everything with his eyes, and couldn't imagine that Jiang Yan would kill his junior brother at all, and he became more and more suspicious of his motives after the cynicism.

While hesitating, the mirage dimmed, and the sea of ​​flowers turned into a scene filled with poison and blood-stained scorched earth in an instant. Foreign enemies came to Qingyan like a paradise.

The author has something to say: Jiang Yan's "come back early" has nothing to do with it, Jiang Yuhan actually just remembered it wrong

Daoist Mu looked a bit uncomfortable, eh