[Sword Three] [Huayang] Continues

There really was a thousand-year-old dragon turtle on the rock beside the waterfall at the gate of Wanhua Valley. A few days later, Jiang Yan and Mu Chenfeng went to the pharmacy, and even made a detour to see it.The Taoist master caught a glimpse from a distance and refused to move. Although he didn't show any displeasure on his face, he turned on his toes and went back the same way.

Jiang Yan smiled back, and didn't go to get the medicine, and it took him a long time to catch up with him.

On the second day, the medicine was delivered to the yard by He Niao.

Xiao Hualuo pushed the door in with a medicine bag in her mouth, pouting her mouth, and walked straight past Mu Chenfeng who was meditating in the inner hall. She tiptoed to push the things on the table sullenly, put a medicine bottle on the side, and walked to the courtyard. Thinking of something again, I folded it back, tugged on the little black skirt, and said solemnly:

"The medicinal materials need to be soaked in water in advance, and the spring water is used for decoction twice a day. When the first decoction is made, three bowls of water are boiled into one bowl of water, and during the second decoction, four bowls of water are made into one bowl. After the two decoctions are mixed, the average is taken. , need to avoid the sun and store carefully, take it once in the morning and evening.”

He Niaoyao opened her mouth but said it logically, facing Mu Chenfeng who stood up with her hands behind her back, and looked away awkwardly, she paused after speaking, tilted her head and said softly: "Hi Taoist."

Mu Chenfeng lifted the curtain and came out, the wind chime hanging on the window rang crisply, and Xiao Hualuo stuck out her tongue and ran away.

Mu Chenfeng stood awkwardly for a while, then turned around to meet Jiang Yan's smiling phoenix eyes.

"It's not because she hates you, it's because she likes you. You see, I don't have much time to accompany her after returning to the valley." Wan Hua leaned against the door and said meaningfully, and then coughed softly when she saw it was good , went over to hold the Taoist priest's hand, and hurriedly said, "You don't have to do it, even if there are not many medicine boys for decoction, there is still me."

Mu Chenfeng didn't answer, and calmly pulled his hand out of his palm, took the medicine package and bottle on the table, and went out without looking back.

Jiang Yan stretched out his hand and didn't catch anyone, fearing that he would get angry, he followed him closely, watching him take water to decoct medicine without saying a word, he couldn't help him, so he had to stand three steps away and folded his hands, watching Mu Chenfeng Fans are not skilled.But the cattail fan blew a cool breeze, which failed to control the fire, but seemed to be able to drive away all the haze and pain he could see.

Amidst the jingling wind chimes, the medicine that day was really half fried.

Compared to Mu Chenfeng who was staring at the medicine pot and frowning, Jiang Yan was more nervous. Standing by the side, he didn't know whether he should step forward to comfort him, but Mu Chenfeng couldn't help shaking his head, and then let out a long sigh of relief. When she turned her head to look at him, her eyebrows were already relaxed:

"So it's not easy to take care of you." He said it calmly and softly, and at the end he sighed in a low voice, which seemed to be very self-deprecating, and his voice was completely drowned in the rustling of the woods outside the courtyard.

Jiang Yan heard that the score was not bad, even if he had stayed in the valley of the wicked for so many years, he was stunned on the spot. The world is full of people who are gentle, smiling and unrecognizable.

Seeing his silence, Mu Chenfeng couldn't help shaking his head and said again: "I don't know how long it will last."

He just added a sentence, and in the next moment, Jiang Yan pressed his shoulders and rubbed them into his arms. Wanhua's unique fragrance mixed with the half-bitter medicinal smell just now diffused into his nostrils, which made him wake up suddenly, and hurriedly said: "It's my fault." Word."

Jiang Yan shook his head, buried in his neck that was refreshed and clean by combing his hair carefully, and tightened his arms, not willing to let go for a moment.

He didn't know how long he could be with him, and he couldn't make any promises to him. In the past, he could lie to him calmly, but now he couldn't even pretend to give a small expectation. Except for the present moment, the rest were simply out of reach.

But now that the snow has cleared and spring is just around the corner, there is nothing more real and more to hold on to than this moment.

Jiang Yan was thinking about how to comfort him, but a clear and clear childish voice broke the long silence:

"Brother, Master asked me to tell you that the tea in the valley will be ready to pick in a few days. You haven't tasted the new tea in the valley for so many years, do you want to help?"

Mu Chenfeng froze when he heard Xiao Hualuo's voice, like a thorn on his back for a moment.Jiang Yan held on to him and didn't want to let go. He just looked up at He Niaoyou who turned back and blinked at him with his hands behind his back, and said with a smile, "Got it, I will go."

"Okay." He Niao replied, turned his eyes around Mu Chenfeng's stiff back and then moved away, then stared at the half bowl of black concoction and shook his head, showing a compassionate expression at such a young age, After exchanging glances with his senior brother, he obediently collected those bowls and pots of medicine and decocted them again.

"You must be a qualified master when you grow up." Jiang Yan judged with a smile.

Mu Chenfeng was still holding him tightly, and finally said coldly: "As a senior brother, you should set an example."

"Am I not good?" Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows, knowingly asked, and then quickly kissed him on the top of his hair.

It seemed inappropriate to say anything to retort, Mu Chenfeng was at a loss for words for a moment, and had to sigh in his sly smile.

There is no winter in Qingyan, and spring comes early and softly. Outside the valley, new tea can only be picked in March and May, and tea shoots start to be picked here in early February.

"Wanhua Tea Code" has a cloud: the first sprouts are picked by Linglu.In order to pick the tender tea with the tallest branches on top of the bushes mentioned in the records, all the disciples in Guli went out before the dew cleared at dawn, and they had to make tea cakes quickly without any delay.

Jiang Yan doesn't join in the fun, and he doesn't go to see what's new when he asks for help, especially when he goes out for an outing with the person next to his pillow, so that he can live up to the good times.When he and Mu Chenfeng came late, they had long since disappeared from the same sect, and wandered around the tea garden for a while, the warm sun suddenly darkened, and then a spring rain fell like this.

It is already warm spring in the valley, it is enough for Mu Chenfeng to put on a light outerwear over his inner clothes on weekdays, but when the sudden rainwater poured on him, the heat on his body was dissipated a lot, before he raised his hand to cover his mouth It is a sneeze.

Wan Hua, who was walking ahead looking for a place to shelter from the rain, immediately turned around as if facing an enemy, glanced at the endless low tea tree, hurried over to hold his wrist, and raised her hand to block the rain curtain on his forehead : "Go, I'll take you to shelter from the rain."

The tea garden is not close to the gate of the mountain, but Wanhua walked in the opposite direction. She went down the hillside to find a deserted path in the forest. Behind the green new trees, a deserted residence appeared. When the gate opened, a grave Tsukasa is in front of his eyes.

The tombstone was the same as what you saw in the illusion of the Soul Ruins. Mu Chenfeng's expression turned serious, and he looked at Wanhua who was in a hurry: "Jiang Yan, you..."

Jiang Yan didn't stop, pushed the crumbling courtyard door and led people in directly. When the corner of his clothes brushed against the grave, he raised his hand to touch the weathered and mottled inscription without any words, just like the usual greetings between brothers and sisters So pure that there is no extra emotion.

Mu Chenfeng only had time to take a quick glance, and the dilapidated wooden door of the main house opened and closed, and what stood in front of him was Jiang Yan's extremely gentle smile.

It's just that he walked in a hurry, the ink shirt was wet, and the black hair was stuck together and dripped down.Mu Chenfeng was still a little dazed when he stood in. Seeing Jiang Yan so relieved, he quickly reached out to help him take off his coat, and a circle of water droplets fell into the room where no one lived for a long time. From the thick gray.

"The house closest to the tea garden is probably here." Jiang Yan folded his clothes in the crook of his arms, twisted the water droplets from his hair, looked around and said, "Back then, after the fire in Huahai, the poisonous smoke remained, and no one was there. Stay again. Zhe Yi even brought someone in and copied everything they could get. It's a pity that the Xiangwan recipe was not found at all. It's worthless, what I got is just the accidental work of my junior."

Mu Chenfeng often walks in the shade of the trees and doesn't get much wet. The cool air from the cold rain on his shoulders is still warm, but because of his few words, he carefully looks at the room where there are not many objects left. The remaining books, classics, metal The utensils were scattered all over the ground, and he said: "It seems that the Demon Lord was very insolent when he ransacked."

"It's more or less evil." Jiang Yan made a conclusion and sneered again. He untied his wristband and found that there was no place to stay indoors, so he said helplessly to Mu Chenfeng, "The weather is beautiful, and it really obeys Master Zhixing's words."

"How?" Mu Chenfeng asked.

"'When it rains, don't pick it, if it's sunny, don't pick it, but when it's cloudy, it's windy and cloudy.' I heard Gongsheng complain that there are not many people who follow this tea-picking method, but now I have to keep it." Jiang Yan said lightly. , the tone was full of disrespect, "Fortunately, my master and I are majoring in chess. It's really pitiful to see the juniors follow these methods all day and only make one pot of tea a day and still be scolded."

Mu Chenfeng listened carefully, listening to his past words and sentences, as if he could see through the ashes on the ground the once proud, independent and high-spirited young Jiang Yan.

When Wan Hua looked back, Mu Chenfeng was already looking at him and smiling, the smile was still so light and shallow, but it was very distinct in his eyes.He couldn't help reaching out and touching the corners of his raised lips, and said seriously: "What are you happy to do? You'll be back late today, and there's no new tea to eat."

Mu Chenfeng gently brushed his playful hand away, and said, "You didn't come here for tea."

"Mu Taoist really doesn't give Jiang some face." Jiang Yan chuckled disapprovingly, and looked at the spring rain outside the house, which was getting heavier and heavier, and his mood was even better. "Look at the rain, this year's season should be It's excellent."

Mu Chenfeng was confused by what he said again, so he cast a questioning look at him.

"There are three fresh on the ground: amaranth, garlic sprouts, and broad beans; there are three on the tree: cherries, loquats, and green plums; plus aged wine and new bamboo shoots, won't it be beautiful at the turn of spring and summer?" Jiang Yan looked at him so ignorantly not enjoying , the smile is getting worse.

Mu Chenfeng used to live a life without desires, but Jiang Yan's sparkling eyes are in front of his eyes, and the seductive words made by his clear voice are in his ears. When he moves his eyes and looks at the gray rain outside the window, he also feels The new green shade in the distance is eye-catching.

Once the bottom of the eyes that were once steadfast and frozen showed hope, they would shine brightly. Mu Chenfeng stood in a cloud of dust with his ears and eyes closed, but he was more pure and carefree, free from dust.Jiang Yan raised his hand to reach his shoulder, but unexpectedly, the edge of the clothes brushed against the old furnishings, and the shelf beside him made a wooden sound of breaking.

Mu Chenfeng looked back in shock, and hurriedly took a few steps back together with Jiang Yan, the wooden frame fell apart, and when it fell, it brought the wooden tables and chairs beside it with it.Jiang Yan covered his sleeves to separate the dust from the two of them. When the dust and mist finally dissipated, the messy ground was already covered with broken pieces of wood.

A metal ball fell from it and then rolled down, leaving a thin mark in the ashes. After the jingle of the bell, there was no movement, as if it had encountered something and stopped.

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