my voice is poisonous

With his sound, everyone in the room raised their heads, Yan Qingjiang stared blankly at him, his eyes were blank, Wen Yu's hands on the edge of the table were instantly tightened, and he squinted at Ren Canglan with a wary expression, My heart said it wouldn't be such a coincidence.

"You are?" Yan Qingjiang has only been out of the valley for more than a month, and most of the people he met along the way were travellers, peasants, and the like. It is true that such nobles as Ren Canglan don't dress up much. He thought for a moment, and finally shook his head apologetically , "...I'm sorry, my son and I may be—"

Yan Qingjiang's clear and clean youthful voice was also quite unique, every time he said a word, the smile on Ren Canglan's face widened, before he could finish speaking, Ren Canglan raised his voice to interrupt him.

Ren Canglan slapped the table excitedly, and after taking the picture, he pulled Yan Qingjiang's hand into his palm, and said in surprise, "Young Master Yan really doesn't recognize me? Many years ago, Young Master and I were at... in... ..."

Ren Canglan frowned suddenly, faltering and repeating the word "in", his facial features were wrinkled into balls, his facial expressions were both confused and painful, not to mention Yan Qingjiang, even the brothers and sisters of the Wen family were puzzled.

After a long while, Ren Canglan slapped his thigh in frustration, said "Aiya", then raised his head again and said to Yan Qingjiang: "I met you by chance under an old tree many years ago, have you already forgotten? I remember correctly, the son's surname is Yan, and his first name is Qing——

—"

Hearing what he said, Wen Yu changed his expression first, he reacted quickly and coughed heavily, blocking the word "Jiang" that Ren Canglan was about to blurt out next, which also shocked Ren Canglan.

Ren Canglan turned his head in surprise, only to see Wen Yu shaking his head at him solemnly, without saying a word, Wen Qinru poured water for several people with a kettle, remained silent and gentle, and did not participate in the topic.

Unspeakable words and ancient trees... Wen Yu already understood without Ren Canglan's further explanation.

Ren Canglan frowned, and turned to look at Yan Qingjiang in puzzlement, but unexpectedly, Yan Qingjiang raised and lowered his brows, his eyes lit up, and he laughed.

He smiled, and it seemed that the atmosphere in the private room had eased by three points. He faced Ren Canglan with an expression of "meeting an old friend in a foreign land", and said briskly: "So it's Mr. Ren!"

"Yes! Yes! It's not me!" The situation changed rapidly, and Ren Canglan nodded frequently overjoyed.

Hearing this, Yan Qingjiang stood up, raised his hands to his chest, and saluted him solemnly: "Farewell to the year, how is Mr. Ren?"

"Hahahaha, good!" Ren Canglan hurriedly got up to return the salute, and laughed heartily, "Don't mention how carefree you are!"

The cynical and youthful Ren Canglan has stayed in this world for more than two hundred years.When he was young, he became an expert

Practiced on the banks of the Beixun River. A hundred years later, the Taoist priest was greedy for the world of mortals and gave up his practice. After passing on his skills to Ren Canglan, he entered the secular world, but Ren Canglan became a fairy because of this. In just 40 years, he lived through big and small thunder tribulations and obtained the oracle , lead him to search for the Empress Wu Clan to ascend to the heavenly ranks.

He was the first monk Yan Qingjiang met after guarding the sacred tree, and he was also the most independent one, because he went to heaven

After the step, he regretted and jumped down halfway.

Ren Canglan, more than [-] years ago, stood under a tree, looked up at Yan Qingjiang, and smiled with his hands behind his back: "I only walked halfway, and I felt that the road to becoming a fairy was too lonely. I was walking alone. I really ascended to the Nine Heavens, got the title of Immortal, and guarded a fairy palace courtyard alone for thousands of years, how lonely it must be, so I stopped playing."

The 15-year-old Yan Qingjiang stood among the branches of a giant tree, lowered his head and asked in a daze, "What does the monk want...to play?"

"Who knows?" Ren Canglan waved his cuffs casually, turned around and left without hesitation, "The world is so big, I also want to live the life of an ordinary person, maybe... a champion to become an official , or maybe go to Jiaofang Division to be a musician."

On that day, the snow fell abnormally heavily on Jiangxian Peak, Ren Canglan was thrown out of the barrier of the Empress Wu Clan by Mo Zhongtian, and he put a spell on him to prohibit him from speaking about the affairs of the Empress Wu Clan.

Ren Canglan wobbled down from the top of the mountain, stepping on the snow with one deep foot and one shallow foot, and Ren Canglan threw himself all over his head and body.

Later, he really went to the Jiaofang Division to be a musician for some years, but he failed to pass the exam. After a few years, he spent too many years in the world of mortals, and finally became a little homesick. Back to Beixunjiang.

One day, when he was squatting by the river to fish, there was a tall young man wearing a black cloak, who was standing in the dusk against the light in the wind and dust, and saluted him with his hands folded. My humble Wen Yu, I have been entrusted by the present majesty, and I have been looking for Mr. Ren for a long time. Mr. Ren has water in his name, and he is a monk who can help His Majesty achieve enlightenment and immortality as shown in the hexagram. I don’t know, sir, would you like to return to the court with me?"

Ren Canglan looked him up and down, then turned to continue fishing with him.

When the sun set behind the mountain, the cold air of the mountain stream gradually permeated, and a layer of hazy mist rose from the riverside.

Ren Canglan got up barefoot, inserted the empty fishing rod at the end of the bridge, and lit up the lanterns next to him one by one with his fingers. He said: "Being respectful is worse than obeying orders."

This long life was to him one novel game after another, here or there, it made no difference...

*****

Ren Canglan and Yan Qingjiang fell into the memory together. He rarely recalled the past these years, but unexpectedly, this memory included both of them in front of him. It really could be regarded as fate.

Ren Canglan withdrew from his memory, looked at Yan Qingjiang and smiled.

Although he was also curious about how Yan Qingjiang came out of the Empress Witch Clan, it was inconvenient to ask further questions. He raised his eyes and turned his head, trying to find out Wen Yu's tone, and how the two of them knew each other. Meeting Wen Yu's worried eyes, he was shocked, blessed to the heart: Yan Qingjiang...Ren Canglan...with water in his name...can help He Minzhi become a fairy Monk...how could it be such a coincidence?

Ren Canglan's smile immediately froze on his face, he withdrew his expression, his face was full of thoughts, and his eyes full of probing and questioning turned to Wen Yu's face again.

"The two of you knew each other before," Wen Yu took the tea from Wen Qinru, held it in front of his lips without moving, and sipped his mouth lightly. Under Ren Canglan's gaze, he said without any waves "Mr. Yan Qingyan is also a monk I met on the way to find you. He lives on Hanyun Mountain not far from your Beixun River. There are ancient trees at the foot of the mountain. Where did you two meet? "

He falsified Yan Qingjiang's identity so that he and Ren Canglan became neighbors, but Yan Qingjiang did not refute, Wen Qinru bowed his head to drink tea, raised his sleeve to cover half of his face, and said nothing, only Ren Canglan's expression became more and more serious Strange, doubts are growing.

Wen Yu turned his head slightly to look at him, his eyes seemed to be real, the two were playing riddles across a square table, Ren Canglan and him looked at each other for a while, then suddenly gave a meaningful smile, and said cooperatively: "Brother Wen expected it well!"

Wen Yu took the teacup from Wen Qinru's hand and passed it to him. Ren Canglan paused for a moment before reaching out, but Wen Yu rushed ahead of him and said, "Thank you."

The pun of "thank you" completely confirmed Ren Canglan's conjecture. He knew that Wen Yu was always cautious, and it might be difficult for him to tell the truth in a tavern or teahouse. Yu glanced at her and shook her head without saying a word.

After playing this round of charades, the meal was a bit uncomfortable. Fortunately, Ren Canglan was free and easy by nature, and he was also eloquent. He tasted a few teas and wines with Wen Yu, discussed some Taoism with Yan Qingjiang, and sometimes he could talk to Wen Qin as well. After chatting for a few words, the atmosphere during the meeting made him lively again.

After dinner, everyone said goodbye in front of the restaurant. Ren Canglan asked Yan Qingjiang with a smile: "Mr. Yan, how many days do you plan to stay in the capital? This capital is prosperous, and there are countless places to eat and play. Wen Yu is a boring person who never leaves home. He is an iron rooster who can only get in and out, so he must not know these things. Why don't you make an appointment, and I will accompany you around?"

Yan Qingjiang made him startled when he asked: "I...I don't know..."

He subconsciously raised his eyes to Wen Yu, his eyes hesitated and confused, when he left the valley, he only wanted to find Wen Yu, and told him personally,

The trees he gave were all in bloom, and they were so beautiful that he loved them very much. He never thought about the others, let alone what he would do after seeing Wen Yu.

Wen Yu saw through his thoughts at a glance, and felt that Yan Qingjiang was really too old to guard the sacred tree all these years.

Wen Yu was moved and distressed, so he opened his mouth to return to Ren Canglan for Yan Qingjiang and said: "He lives in my house these days, if you want to come to him, just come. My house is always there, and there is no one left or right." Man, it doesn’t matter if he lives forever.”

Yan Qingjiang nodded when he heard the words, his lowered eyes were full of smiles, Ren Canglan didn't ask any more questions, and raised his hand to bid him farewell: "Then it's settled, after two days, I will go to the mansion to find you."

After he turned around and left, Yan Qingjiang raised his head and asked Wen Yu: "Can I really stay at your house for a few more days? But Uncle Mo said, you can't stay at a friend's house for more than three days."

Wen Yu was instantly amused, and even Wen Qinru couldn't help but smirked, he half-truthfully teased: "Mr. Mo listens to Uncle Mo's nonsense, and from now on, he will listen to me."

"Okay." Yan Qingjiang also smiled, "You are the master, so naturally I have to listen to you."

The three of them were chatting and laughing in front, but they didn't check that there was a person behind him who was not far or near.

*****

The palace, the imperial study.

"You said, there is a new young hermit in Wen Yu's mansion, who is an old acquaintance with Ren Canglan, and lives on Hanyun Mountain not far from Beixun River?" The person kneeling in front of the answer.

"Yes." The man replied in a deep voice, "My surname is Yan and my name is Qing. I just arrived today, and the news from Wen's residence is also the same. It seems that I am only sixteen or seventeen years old, and I am somewhat similar to Ren Canglan."

"Go and find out," He Minzhi said without raising his head, "Where is such a coincidence in this world, it all happened to Wen Yu once."

"Yes!"

*****

Back in Wen Mansion, Yan Qingjiang felt a little tired, his expression was obviously exhausted, Wen Yu noticed it and sent him back to the house for a nap.

Since he was out of the valley, he has become more and more like a mortal, knowing cold and hungry, easily tired and tired.

Wen Yu came out of his room, closed the door softly behind his back, turned around and found Wen Qinru waiting under the pear blossom tree in his courtyard.

Wen Qinru was raised by Wen Yu, and he is calm and calm when dealing with situations, quite similar to Wen Yu.

The siblings looked at each other in silence, and after a while, Wen Yu gestured to her and called her into the study together.

Wen Yu carefully closed the door of the study, locked it inside, and took the fire pocket.

Wen Qinru stood in front of the table and saw that he raised his hand to light a lamp on the table, so he grinded it roughly, took a pen and handed it to Wen Qinru without saying a word.

Wen Qinru looked at him anxiously, and after a while lowered his head and wrote on the paper: "Who is that Mr. Yan?"

Although Wen Qinru's Longmen style has learned the shape but can't learn the spirit, it is much better than most illiterate girls from poor families. Before she finished writing, she had no time to hand the pen back to Wen Yu, and saw that Wen Yu had already taken it out. He picked up a pen and wrote two columns upside down next to her words: "There are actually two people in the hexagram, and Yan Qingjiang is also one of them."

Wen Qinru's expression froze, she raised her head in surprise, and blurted out, "Then why..."

Before she could finish speaking, Wen Yu interrupted her with a wave of his hand. Without saying a word, he folded the written paper a few times until it was about the size of a paperweight, took off the lampshade, and folded the paper Lit a candle close to one end.

Wen Yu calmly watched a piece of paper burn to ashes in an instant, then blew out the lamp again, swept the paper ashes into the tea bowl to melt, and poured the tea into the potted plants in the corner.

"When the time is not up, he must not show up." Wen Yulin went out, and whispered to Wen Qinru who was still standing at the table but couldn't recover, "Trust me, sister."

The author has something to say:

Kaka, Kaka, did everyone think that Ren Canglan was Li Daitao stiff?It’s not actually hahahahaha~~ I’ll explain it later~