[Sword Three] [Huayang] Continues

Thousands of flowers in Qingyan are surrounded by cliffs, and the Lingyun Ladder is the only way to enter and exit the valley. Standing on the uninhabited Yunjin Terrace, you can see the empty mountains and valleys under your feet.

When the two of them went down to the valley, it was still early in the morning, the sun was mottled and the shadows of the trees were slanting. Several clusters of flowers had bloomed beside the stone road. Through the Xiaoyao Forest with the sound of birdsong, one could see the simple houses on the Luoxing Lake, as well as the sparkling waves. After the colorful.

Jiang Yan hadn't really returned to the valley for several years, and Mu Chenfeng seldom came except for orders. They stood hand in hand by the Luoxing Lake for a while, facing this valley, each with their own emotions.It's just that Jiang Yan returned to his hometown full of nostalgia, Mu Chenfeng watched for a while but couldn't help but look at Wanhua beside him, and then shook his head naturally when Jiang Yan looked back.

Jiang Yan led him to the pavilion in the lake, broke off a thick branch in his hand, and dug out a brocade box in a spot of soil familiarly, shook off the dust on it and opened it again. A chess record recording the game was impressively displayed. head.

Mu Chenfeng followed his gaze to look at the yellowed and somewhat damaged paper: "What is this score?"

"Gaming games among celebrities in the Wei and Jin Dynasties became popular, and the powerful and powerful families supported the birth of their own handed down game. Behind it was the overthrow of the country after all the talents were paid and political affairs were not discussed. These original records on bamboo slips have long been destroyed. This is a recent transcribed work, and those The precious calligraphy and paintings mounted on jade scrolls and filled with kits were confiscated together, and the hunting ghost king was reappeared in the world." Jiang Yan said a few words, and the score was handed over to Mu Chenfeng. The appearance is damaged, but it is much rarer than the one many years ago, thanks to those Japanese people who don't know the goods."

Mu Chenfeng took the box and put it away, and asked, "You use this as a gift for returning?"

"It was intended as a sacrificial object." Jiang Yan coughed uncomfortably, and then laughed at himself, "I will never come back if I have nothing to do, so I don't want to leave."

Mu Chenfeng couldn't help smiling at his side, and Xinyan flew across the clear sky with a grass branch in his mouth, and plunged into the boundless sea of ​​flowers.

The two stopped and walked for half a day, and when they arrived at the loud and loud study, they felt that the sunlight was dazzling.Some young disciples who were late for the morning class were forced to recite their texts against the wall with their books on their backs. When they saw them, they turned their faces away in embarrassment.

The location of the Xingyi chess hall is relatively remote, and the former residence of Jiang Yan and his master is located on a high slope. Through the winding path, the door of the quiet hall is closed, and it is now in front of you.

Everything is the same as what I saw when I came back in early winter, except that there are some new fallen leaves in the yard.After so many years of estrangement, Jiang Yan still hesitated when he pushed the courtyard door and entered. He turned a few steps and found the master's room. Kneel down and sit three steps in front of the door.

Wanhua's hair, which has been stored for many years, is bundled up and longer than her knees. Because of her kneeling posture, she hangs down to the floor like a waterfall and is laid on the ground. Against the backdrop of a black robe without complicated patterns, she seems to have taken off her entire body. Fengchen and Ruili are as quiet as ordinary disciples waiting to greet their master good morning.

Mu Chenfeng walked up to his side, gently placed the brocade box on the floor, pushed it in front of him, then lifted the hem of the Taoist robe and knelt down here together.

The warm sun slanted across the eaves, and the birds chirped a little more.

There was Xiao Hualuo, who was bouncing closer, wearing a skirt and wearing hair flowers. As soon as she opened the courtyard door, she saw two familiar figures, one black and one white, bathed in the sunlight.She froze for a moment, her eyes opened wider and wider, her eyes kept wandering around the two of them, the crimson flowers were tightly pinched in her hands, and then fell to the ground.

Mu Chenfeng glanced back, and happened to meet Hualuo's eyes, causing the latter to retreat a few steps as if his hairs stood on end, and hide behind the half-open wooden door.

"You are here?" Jiang Yan asked peacefully without looking back.

Hualuo was stunned again, staring at his kneeling back to confirm again and again, until Jiang Yan's figure began to blur in his tear-soaked pupils, then she screamed and ran over: "Senior Brother! Senior Brother!"

"Well, Niaoyao." Jiang Yan let her hug him from behind, wiped his nose and tears up, smiled and patted her hand that was trying to fold, and said softly, "Is Niaoyao better now? See you last time." Then you will feel better."

He Niaoyou is not yet ten years old, and has a congenital deficiency. Standing now is not taller than him kneeling and sitting. The eyes that used to be out of focus in the past are now as clear as amber, clear and bright. After hearing what he said, the eyes will soften The little face was buried on his shoulder, and he hesitated to shake it, and even the red scarf with the braids behind his head floated up.

Looking at this scene, Mu Chenfeng couldn't help curling the corners of his lips.

I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse, that day Yun Jin didn't send He Niao back first, but took her to find someone together, and happened to let the young Hualuo witness the scene of him killing him, which greatly stimulated her , Angrily cried out for the senior brother, the disease that Jiang Yan once said was fake, which had been suffering for many years, was relieved, and He Youyou, who he saw now, really seemed to be healed.

Jiang Yan suppressed his smile, cleared his throat, and said in a low voice, "You are good, and say hello to Taoist Mu."

Unexpectedly, Hualuo stopped her tears, turned her head and glared at Mu Chenfeng, and ran away without looking back.

"Don't scare her." Mu Chenfeng hurriedly answered before Jiang Yan said anything else, hearing Hualuo's footsteps on the fallen leaves in the courtyard, he shook his head apologetically.

"What are you running for? Are you in such a panic that the leaves are not sweeping?" An old and dull boy floated slowly from outside the courtyard, followed by a grunting wooden mechanism, and an old man in a wheelchair pushed the door in. Loose ink shirt, holding two oblate rattan jars, hair hanging back, gray temples, thin cheeks, serious description, only a pair of long and narrow eyes that remain unabated.

The wheelchair ran over the door line and came to an abrupt stop. Jiang Yan froze, then slowly turned his head, looking at Wanhua at the gate of the courtyard through the fallen leaves that were occasionally carried by the wind in the courtyard, speechless.

Mu Chenfeng hurriedly stood up to salute, bowed and bowed but couldn't hear any movement, raised his head and stood up, but saw the old man's eyes wide open with red eyes, a pair of slightly skinny hands slowly turned the rattan jar upside down, and the chess pieces contained in it It all scattered to the ground with a "crash", and rolled all over the ground in black and white.

Mu Chenfeng was a little puzzled, but Jiang Yan straightened his waist and closed his eyes.

In the next moment, the old man raised the empty rattan pot high, and with full strength and anger, threw it straight at Wan Hua who was kneeling facing him.

Mu Chenfeng guessed and knew that this person was Jiang Yan's master, but he had never seen such a division of master and student, and they hated each other directly, so he didn't know whether he should intervene, so he instinctively reached out to block it.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Yan was faster than him, he couldn't help but press down on his wrist, and the rattan jar wiped his side hair and hit the door almost at the same time, smashing it to pieces.

Mu Chenfeng wanted to breathe a sigh of relief when the next rattan jar flew over again. This time, he took seven points of his finger force, but it hit Jiang Yan's forehead impartially, cutting a bloody mouth on the pale skin there.

Jiang Yan knelt very upright without even tilting his head. After the rattan jar was smashed and rolled back into the courtyard, he raised his hand and pressed his forehead with sporadic dark red blood seeping, and then let go. The elder bowed down to the old man: "The master is above, the disciple returns to the valley... Please ask for something."

He spoke in a neither humble nor overbearing manner, and performed the ceremony in an orderly manner with his forehead and tentacles.This was the first time Mu Chenfeng saw him kowtow. In his impression, Jiang Yan, the proud and arrogant demon king, would not lower his noble head, and the thing that made him hang his neck to ask for it was so important.

The old man stared at Jiang Yan's already restrained wound with horror, turned the wheelchair and slowly ran over the scattered chess pieces and bouquets, and helped him up in front of him, looked at his almost unchanged face in disbelief, and trembled again. Reach out to feel his pulse.

Mu Chenfeng's eyebrows twitched, and he couldn't bear to look away.

The old man's face gradually turned pale as he tapped on his veins, his fingertips and even his whole body began to tremble, all the rage and disappointment that he had just covered in his body faded away, and even the hidden surprises disappeared, replaced by heartbreak and great grief, which made him move He hugged the neck of his former lover and sobbed silently until he burst into tears.

Jiang Yan just smiled, raised his hand to gently caress Master's thin and trembling back, his smile gradually faded.

He is the master he admires the most, and he was once the disciple he looked forward to the most. Now one of them has a bad leg and premature hair growth, and the other has no pulse and no vitality.

Mu Chenfeng knew too late and too little about hate and love, and when he turned around and saw such a master and apprentice and a clean room, he knew that their past love and hate estrangement would turn into the warm sun of early spring.

Jiang Yan is in a special situation. He has no intention of causing uneasiness in the valley, and also intentionally avoids the successive troubles that the camp may bring. It would be best to live in the remote and quiet place before.Master moved away a long time ago to avoid hurting the scene, but he always brought you back to clean it regularly, so that it is very convenient for the courtyard to be used again.

The dumb servant took care of it a little, and they lived in that day, and the single courtyard of the chess hall, which had been dark for several years, was lit up again.

The next day, the master came early in his wheelchair, saying that he was taking Jiang Yan to see the King of Medicine.

Although Jiang Yan told Mu Chenfeng that he could move around at will, Mu Chenfeng was used to meditating or waiting for orders at any time. During the half day Wan Hua left, he sat in the bright and clean room and made random moves on a chessboard.

Xiao Hualuo hid behind the wide-open sliding door and quietly poked her head in, and saw that the Taoist priest in the room was dressed in white, with a clean face, sitting like an exiled fairy, with a white stone on the plate, the jade behind the high crown Sui radiated an arc of pearly light.

From early morning to noon, she visited it a total of seven or eight times, and each time she quickly retracted when Mu Chenfeng looked back.

Mu Chenfeng naturally didn't expose her, and every time he felt that her gaze was as natural as usual, he raised his head to look at the Qingri Sea in the distance from time to time, and all he could see were layered and bursting colors.

Seeing that the sun was about to rise, He Niaoyou couldn't help but finally stood up and stood beside him timidly. After hesitating several times, she finally said, "Hello, Daoist Mu." She spoke softly, in a soft voice. There was still a lot of reluctance, so he quickly lowered his head and stared at his sleeves that showed silver patterns and hung on the ground, "Senior brother said, be polite."

"I'm Mu Chenfeng, I've met Junior Sister He."

What answered her was the Taoist priest's gentle voice, and when Xiao Hualuo raised her head, Mu Chenfeng had already sat down facing her at some point, his facial features carved with a pen knife looked soft, not as fierce as when they met in the snow , seeing her raise her head curiously and slightly nod her head intentionally.

He Niaoyou stared at him for a while, feeling a little embarrassed, wringing her fingers and taking a step back, just trying to run away when she bumped into someone, looked up and saw the gentle smile of her senior brother.

"You are really sensible today." Jiang Yan hurriedly praised her, bent down and touched the top of Xiao Hualuo's hair.

"I... I'm here to see my brother..." He Niao has been ill for so many years, but she is still afraid of strangers, so she immediately hid behind Jiang Yan's robe, and said relentlessly, "That's not it." Say hello to the priest."

Jiang Yan heard that she had no money here, so she let her go, shook his head, and said seriously: "The Taoist priest is very important to the senior brother, you have to be good."

"But, he stabbed you with a sword." He Niaoyou retorted somewhat uncertainly.

"Huh? Is there?" Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows, pretending not to know.

"Twice." Xiao Hualuo nodded viciously, but before Jiang Yan could answer, she said again, "But senior brother will be sad... Senior brother likes it, so will you."

Jiang Yan was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly laughed.

Mu Chenfeng was dumbfounded by the question and answer, thinking about the facts was not pleasant, he raised his hand to touch the tip of his cold nose, coughed lightly and sat back down again.

He Niao looked at him with his mouth pouted, and simply shook off Jiang Yan and ran away.

Jiang Yan also followed her, bent down and picked up Mu Chenfeng's hands, lowered his head and pecked lightly against the coolness outside, and said softly, "Has Chenfeng been waiting long?"

The dawn of spring is dawn, the flowers are blooming and the sun is warming, and it only takes more than a day to enter the valley. The unique climate of Qingyan has already made people fully appreciate what spring is full of.Mu Chenfeng didn't wear his coat long ago, and now that the flowers are gone, the thousands of flowers in front of him are like a warm spring breeze, and he feels even more harmonious and warm in the room, so he shook his head and said, "It's okay, what's the matter with you? "

Jiang Yan sat down next to him, hugged his shoulders, and thought for a moment before saying: "I will tell you, although Gu worms can heal wounds, they are self-protection. This body is dead, and the soul is bound. I don't know what to do." How can it be maintained normally."

After hearing this, Mu Chenfeng's heart tightened suddenly, and he unconsciously withdrew his fingers when he was handshake.

Jiang Yan was not in good spirits when he came out of Chang'an. Although his face was blue and bloodless in this state, but Mu Chenfeng spent so many days with him day and night, and he was able to gradually tell whether he was concentrating or going away when he closed his eyes. The Soul Market.According to Shang Daozhang, the soul attached to itself is highly compatible and there is no big obstacle, but this body can barely survive by relying on Gu insects, eating cannot be turned into a flesh and blood body, and rest cannot help nourish the soul and mind. One day, like Zhe Yi, he will become interested in the flesh and blood of the living and the lonely soul.

Mu Chenfeng knew that it would be exhausting for him to live with him in Chang'an, so he was in a hurry to return to Qingyan to find a way to delay or solve it. Seeing that the bluish white on his face had faded a lot, he didn't think it was that serious, so he could only cast a puzzled look at him .

"Don't panic, even if there is no elixir to bring the dead back to life in this world, there are many herbal medicines that can strengthen the body and make the Gu insects know that they are beneficial, not to mention that the King of Medicine still has a lot of Taihua dew taken from the Pure Yang Palace According to the prescription, it may last longer." Jiang Yan saw his worried look in his eyes, knew everything and said everything, and only hoped that the person in his arms could rest assured, and finally watched him relax Then he blinked at him and said, "Chen Feng, are you afraid that I will deny you and eat you someday?"

Wan Hua always teased him inadvertently, but Mu Chenfeng didn't change his face, and said: "Why are you afraid?" Then he pushed the person away, got up and sat across the chessboard, sat facing him, pointed That plate of black and white, said, "If you are too boring, why don't you play it with me?"

Jiang Yan looked down, but saw that the board was messy and went casually. It was not a chess game at all, especially because there were very few sunspots, so there was no chess situation at all.But Mu Chenfeng scolded him for being boring, so he had no choice but to agree, glanced around hastily, and said with a smile: "Is there a bet on winning or losing?"

Mu Chenfeng didn't expect that he would really want to play a game, and saw that he raised his hand to touch Heizi, so he could only say: "It's up to you."

"Really?" Jiang Yan narrowed his phoenix eyes and asked him meaningfully.

Mu Chenfeng only felt that he had fallen into a trap, so he nodded his head even so.

"That's good." Wan Hua let go, seeing his increasingly unnatural look, she smiled even more, "The loser will have the other party draw a turtle on their face."

The author has something to say: I was so busy, I still couldn’t help updating, but I accidentally sprinkled sugar again... I have nothing to do with myself

Originally, there must be something behind the drawing of the turtle, if it is out of the book, I will make it up, you don’t know if it’s okay

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Now I really have to catch up with other manuscripts... I cried out loud...