[Sword Three] [Huayang] Continues

As soon as Su Yue and Yan Guiling left, Chang'an sealed the city gates because they were hunting down Dongying assassins, and only sent back businessmen with customs clearance certificates in batches to leave, and allowed court officials and imperial relatives to enter the city.

Rao Su Yue cultivated the most orthodox five-poison teaching method, and he had a taste of those heretical Gu techniques, and the puppet Gu that he slapped on Jiang Yan failed from time to time. Mu Chenfeng took Jiang Yan to try it at the side gate. As soon as Hua stopped, she stood on the road and never moved again.

At that time, the New Year was approaching, and the transportation was inconvenient. The east and west cities were already preparing to close down one after another. In the future, there would be fewer cars going out of the city. Mu Chenfeng brought such Jiangyan words that it was inconvenient to travel, let alone get out of the city, so he was stopped in Chang'an Unexpected.Fortunately, although Shangzhai cannot go back, those Haoqi who went to report the letter can't turn back. The confinement of Xijing has become the safest place, and staying for a while may not be a bad choice.

It's just that Jiang Yan stopped at the gate of the high-rise building in the south of the city. At first glance, he was tall and straight, with the exquisite black and red robe of a high-ranking villain exposed in the cloak.Mu Chenfeng wanted to bow his back on him, but Jiang Yan didn't cooperate at all, and he refused to even raise his hand. However, the two people with rare clothes and outstanding appearance stood in front of the door like this, causing some people around to stop and discuss.

Whether in Huashan or in Haoqimeng, Mu Chenfeng kept people at a respectful distance. He was never used to and didn’t have to deal with other people’s curiosity, so he was a little anxious, so he had to enter the magnificent facade of the front restaurant and the back guest house, and took out his money bag The central man lifted it up.

Unexpectedly, when he turned around, Jiang Yan had already followed in, still standing quietly by the side with lowered eyebrows and closed eyes, as if he didn't want to be too far away from him.

Mu Chenfeng couldn't figure out whether the puppet Gu that was ineffective at that time was still there, and feared that something unexpected would happen again, so he had to live here as he encountered.

This southeast corner of Chang'an has been a great spot for viewing lanterns and visiting the garden over the years. Merchants and nobles who are about to open the market often book their rooms in advance, and now only those who are remote or expensive are free.And even though the money bag that Mu Chenfeng handed over contained Haoqimeng's generous salary, it was only enough to pay for one restaurant in this beautifully carved restaurant.

Mu Chenfeng didn't have much entanglement with money, and the cold spirit all over his body and the grand Taoist robe embroidered with silver and glowing with stars made the shopkeeper and the staff only dare to bow their heads to collect money and dare not ask more questions.He took Jiang Yan in smoothly, and no one dared to disturb him after closing the door.

The guest house is built along the river, with floating waterside pavilions. The private room is rented by a lot of money, so it naturally has an excellent location. You can also have a panoramic view of the winding Qujiang River.The ice slag from the melting snow slides down from the high roof along the glazed tiles, and finally turns into water droplets and spits out from the stone chisel head, dripping straight to the stone steps along the river.

Mu Chenfeng closed the doors and windows of the terrace after only a quick glance, and pulled the thick curtain to block the outside world, before he dared to go to Jiang Yan's side and talk softly with him.

He always spoke briefly, and Jiang Yan remained unresponsive as always, not even twitching his eyelashes, as if the precious soul nourishing pill that Shang Daochang blew was just a sugar pill, and it made no difference whether he took it or not.

Mu Chenfeng had been with the lonely and cold all year round, and he was very used to having no one to communicate with. Jiang Yan's situation was disappointing, and it also gave him a long-lasting sense of peace of mind.

He is here—whether human or spirit, he is here.

Mu Chenfeng pulled him to sit down on the couch, went out to fill up hot water and came back, Fang took off his cloak, gathered his loose hair behind his shoulders, wet a cloth towel to wipe the sticky patch on his heart It was not until the cloth towel was twisted three or four times and the water in the copper basin was red and muddy, that the layered and stiffened skirt of the clothes was removed.

The Gu worm that has bitten Zhe Yi for decades has an amazing ability to repair the host. The sword wound like a hole in Wanhua's heart is only a thin mouth. Blue snow.The sword wound on the waist and abdomen was lighter, and the wound was only a thin line after closing.

Mu Chenfeng was always calm and calm when he held the sword to kill him, but his wrists trembled while holding the blood-stained cloth towel to cleanse him. Finally, he raised his eyes and saw Jiang Yan's warm and peaceful face, which seemed to be affected by the setting sun again. He is leisurely and calm.

After all, Jiang Yan is Jiang Yan. He is not controlled by Gu insects like Zhe Yi. Instead, he uses cruel and unusual means to gain the upper hand, so that Gu insects have to rely on him to survive. This style of control is under control until death It hasn't changed, it's just that the mood of the people watching him has changed, and they finally understand everything.

Wanhua's ink shirt fell loose, and an inconspicuous Langhao pen fell out of the sleeve. The body of the pen was made of bamboo, and the tip of the pen was the tip of a fine weasel's tail.

He picked it up and held it in his palm with mixed feelings.

If he killed him, he was undoubtedly the love of his life, but the price of this verification was too high.

Mu Chenfeng thought for a long time, and Jiang Yan sat there for a long time.It wasn't until the gray skin all over his body began to burn red and hot, and the faintly visible cyan blood veins swelled and returned to calm, Mu Chenfeng hurriedly tried with the back of his hand, and it was cold to the touch.

Su Yue once said that this is caused by Gu insects, Shang Shuiyun said that it is most likely due to the restlessness of the soul, but Yan Guiling said that people cannot be resurrected after death, no matter what it is, it is futile.

The smell of incense pills that melted into Wanhua's blood came faintly, and Mu Chenfeng sighed resentfully, speeding up his movements to wipe away the scars on his back, and then changed into the newly bought ordinary clothes with him. , untied his tangled hair, carefully avoided the seal, combed it and then tied it.

He acted succinctly and didn't know how to take care of others, and Jiang Yan didn't cooperate from time to time. This busyness was more tiring than swinging a sword.

Jiang Yan went to the demon king's red robe, sat there dressed like an ordinary scholar, the shadow cast by his eyelashes was blurred in the light, his face was not cold but calm, and he never moved, a pair of slender The hand was held by Mu Chenfeng, cleaned up until the edges of the fingers were clean, and then put it back on the lap.

The winter night was suddenly cold, and the thawing snow did not melt again. Mu Chenfeng had let go of his rebellious alliance, and he also let go of the shackles around him, so he was fearless and peaceful.After hasty grooming, he changed out of the Taoist robe that he once boasted of his military exploits, and after a simple dinner, the cloak was warmed up by the stove, and soon he felt sleepy, so he said good night to Jiang, and then got into bed and fell asleep.

As soon as he came to sleep, he saw the wooden house covered with spells behind the mist, and no one was inside, and the snow-covered Huashan, with green cypresses and green pines, stood proudly.When he met his teacher's old face again, he was able to face it calmly, and bowed down to end his past.In the dream, there are no gold and iron horses, no camp disputes, no ties, no delusions, all disappear in the turning glance of the reunion, from then on, the world has changed, full of scattered, and the sky is full of rays of light after the world has returned to silence.

Maybe it's because of a slack spirit, or throwing away the dust. After tossing and turning, Mu Chenfeng gradually fell into a deep sleep. When he woke up, he didn't realize that the sky was bright. Jiang Yan, who was originally sitting, was lying on his side outside at some point. The middle grip wrinkled in his hand.

Ordinary people would jump up in fright if they saw this scene, but Mu Chenfeng stared blankly at his elegant facial features for a long time, turned his face and gently pressed close to his heart, and regarded the lifeless body in front of him as the only thing in the cold winter months. The temperature, heard silently in the sunlight leaking in.

He had never taken the initiative to get so close to him. In the past, he pretended to be Jiang Yuhan in exchange for his cold reprimand.Now that the stove is still on and Boshan is breathing out smoke, Mu Chenfeng feels at ease when he smells the fragrance in his blood, as if this is the best, best time.

In exchange for the chance of his life and the possibility of living a good life, he rejected it without hesitation.If his soul has knowledge, it is the time for him to panic.

There was no snowfall for several days, and the frozen snow cover on the river melted away. The soldiers hunting for the assassins did not dare to be sloppy, and the ban was not lifted. The bustling streets gradually became deserted.

Although Jiang Yan doesn't react and doesn't cause trouble, Mu Chenfeng lives here with him, it's like finding a home isolated from the world in the busiest place, and doesn't think about anything else.

It wasn't until one night when firecrackers blared, and the delicate cloth sails rising in the imperial city could be seen from the railing, and the store guys who didn't dare to come to ask the door tried to bite the bullet and sent all kinds of dried fruits, Mu Chenfeng realized that it was New Year's Eve.

In the past years, the Haoqi League and the Evilman Valley would consciously truce during the New Year's Eve. Mu Chenfeng often had nowhere to go when he had a few days to spare. When drunk, hold the sword and go out to breathe.

This year, the loss of Song Xiu, who came here with a lot of money for the new year, is indeed sad, but there is one more Jiang Yan who could never be by his side. It is enough to strengthen his heart that was panicked and lonely during the New Year's Eve.

He said good luck to him, and listened to the fireworks and artillery ringing all night in the hot mist.

It is customary for the Tang court to hold a grand court meeting on the first day of the year. After several years of war, Chang'an is somewhat less lively than it used to be, and the scale is naturally much smaller.Exorcising Nuo and passing seats were quite a lot. After a few days, nearby merchants rushed back to Beijing, and some people began to be busy on the wooden shelves along the bank.

After Yuanzheng, people were lazy from the court to the common people, and the matter of arresting the assassins seemed to be over, but the adjacent upper rooms began to be occupied, and it seemed that they were rented in advance just to catch up with the scenery.Mu Chenfeng then left the inn to walk around, and went to have a look around the city gate every day, in order to take people out as soon as the ban was completely lifted.

That night, there was a small accident in the nearly completed fortification on the opposite bank, and the bamboo frame that was being built to be demolished caught fire. Across the Qujiang River, you could see panicked people carrying buckets shouting, running, and bumping into each other.Fortunately, the fire was not too big, and the crowd who had been making noise in the middle of the night finally calmed down, and then they rushed to work all night, hoping to complete it on the opening day of Shangyuan.

It is also such a small excitement, which has become the best hotbed for waiting for opportunities.

As usual, Mu Chenfeng wiped Jiang Yan's face clean with a handkerchief, removed the hair ornaments on the back of his head, held the soft black hair in his hands, and wanted to check whether the bloody snake-shaped seal was intact, but unexpectedly heard a There was a strange sound, and then a figure appeared on the screen. It seemed that someone had fallen from the high ceiling and rushed in straight across the high railing of the terrace.

Mu Chenfeng's expression froze, and he subconsciously searched for weapons, but he saw the figure sitting on the wall swaying unintentionally when he glanced at it, but there was nothing abnormal when he looked again, but those trespassers had already arrived.

There weren't many people coming but their skills were vigorous. All of them were masked in black and held curved knives.Anyone who has assisted in resisting the Yidao style invasion in Chunyang Palace will have a deep memory of this special imported product and the sword-wielding techniques of the sword owner.

They are the Japanese assassins hunted in the imperial city, and these assassins have a clear purpose, and the tips of their knives are all aimed at Jiang Yan, either to kill people or to rob people. It was the matter between the Demon Lord and the Gu worms that had been revealed, and they were coveted by the gang of thieves.

Since Mu Chenfeng is a famous swordsman, his speed is naturally faster than that of ordinary masters. He immediately touched the sword box and drew out the sword, but after a while, he had already separated the points of the swords one by one, turned around and fixed a person, and directed the firepower to himself first.

The visitor was afraid that the information was wrong, and he was stunned when he saw that he was holding a sword in good condition.The person holding the sword is the best among swordsmen. Even if the sword looks inconspicuous as if it is about to rust, it is still full of deterrence when he shines it in front of his eyes.

The assassin hesitated for a while and didn't dare to move rashly, let alone cross Mu Chenfeng to reach Jiang Yan. After looking at each other for a few moments, they really spread out the saber array around the Taoist priest.

Dongying's formation is no more orthodox than the one in the Tang Dynasty, not only the moves are weird, but also mixed with foreign yin and yang techniques. Even though Mu Chenfeng has excellent swordsmanship, he can't gain the absolute upper hand when surrounded by four or five people.The assassins raised their knives in turn, and at the end they all moved at him. Mu Chenfeng tilted his head slightly, and randomly pulled a sword flower, and dropped the only weapon in his hand to the ground.

There was a clear sound from the blade of the sword, and then a gust of wind suddenly picked up, and the standing lamps around the room went dark at the same time, and the knives that were cut at the same time while the candles were on and off all deviated from the direction, and the owners of the knives fell to the ground one after another, and disappeared after a while sound.

Mu Chenfeng stood there in a daze, let others pull him to the corner of the room without resisting, only heard the familiar voice sounded sullenly:

"You tricked me out, why did you use this method?!"

He hasn't spoken for a long time, his voice is hoarse and his tone is slightly weird.The standing lamp there was turned on with a torch, and the flame danced, reflecting Jiang Yan's long hair that hadn't been tied up in time and his angry face.

The author has something to say: Brother Hua read a whole chapter, this year has passed, Taoist Mu is so smart that he will really piss Jiang Yan to death

Recently, I have been busy working for several days until midnight at home. When I have time, I just want to rest. As a result, the update is late. I am afraid that I will not be able to complete the task this week. Sorry, sorry