my voice is poisonous

Since the second day Yan Qingjiang came, Wen Yu had the habit of leaving early, anyway, he was also a idler at Si Tiantai. The sun rises to the court.

If He Minzhi had something to look for him, the palace would send someone to the mansion to invite him.

Yan Qingjiang woke up after a nap, and after seeing Wen Yu for the first time, he regained some of his previous estrangement, respectful to everyone, like an old antique that came out of the coffin.The whole person is as pale as a shadow, which can be blown away by the wind at any time.

The servants of the Wen family said in private: "Mr. Yan is like those immortals in the story books who don't eat the fireworks of the world. If he didn't eat and sleep, everyone would think he came down from the sky."

It is inconvenient for Wen Qinru, an unmarried girl of Yunying, to be alone with him, and Yan Qingjiang has to wait for Wen Yu to return to his residence, so that he can become more active.

"Are you still so restrained in my family?" Wen Yu asked him with a smile, "Qinru made me grow up like a boy, we mountain people don't care about it, you can get as close to her as you want, anyway Better than being alone."

"In any case..." Yan Qingjiang gestured with the scroll in his hand, and said cautiously, "It is always said that 'a man and a woman cannot be kissed',

I'm afraid Qin Ruqing's reputation will be ruined. "

Wen Yu shook his head and chuckled, and didn't say anything more.

Yan Qingjiang was extremely curious about everything outside the Houwu tribe. The Houwu tribe split from the Wu tribe in southern Xinjiang since the Western Han Dynasty. They made a contract with the gods and traveled across mountains and rivers in the north to guard the sacred tree.

The Houwu clan does not communicate with the outside world, and there are few books in the clan. Only when Yan Qingjiang came out of the valley did he realize how high the sky is and how wide the land is. There are indeed all things in the world. He is just a blind man who can see the sky, and he knows very little, not even as good as a child.

He asked questions every day, and read some poems and books with Wen Yu when he returned home in the morning.

Wen Yu is a good teacher, and he doesn't teach Yan Qingjiang to memorize it by rote. He will always repeat what he has explained, and write similar situations for him to remember.

Yan Qingjiang gets up early in the morning to feed the chickens, and Wen Yu will repeat to him: "If you want sweetness, you must first suffer, and if you want ease, you must work first. If you don't work hard at the beginning, you will be ruined at the end." (Note 1)

Passing by the garden and seeing chrysanthemum stumps, he taught him to chant a few more lines: "Chrysanthemums embrace dead branches, hibiscus blooms with the dusk." (Note 2)

When he came back early, he would also mock himself with Yan Qingjiang, saying that his behavior was "dishonest, and he can't be a gentleman", and a gentleman should be "a sincere person, everything lasts forever, and dishonesty has nothing, so a gentleman is sincere. .” (Note 3)

After lunch, Wen Yu would often take him out, to the market for a walk, and then return home to rest after feasting his eyes.

"Looking at the former virtuous country and family, success comes from being diligent and thrifty, breaking from extravagance." Wen Yu also taught him this, so Yan Qingjiang didn't say what he wanted to buy, and Wen Yu didn't ask, but it was only within three or five days. In Yan Qingjiang's house, there will definitely be some gadgets that he has seen a few times in the market. (Note 4)

In less than half a month, Yan Qingjiang dismantled the wooden nine chains that Wen Yu made for him, with a pile of various Kongming locks in his hand, and a set of clay statues of little monks squatting on the table, playing Arhat boxing. More satisfying than anything else.

Wen Yuwo tied a lantern for him in the corner, and skillfully pasted the paper outside the formed bamboo frame, gesticulated with his fingers on the white paper, raised his head and asked him, "What do you want to draw on the lantern?"

Yan Qingjiang was in full swing demolishing Nine Links, so he answered casually, "Miss Tianluo."

"?!?" Wen Yu's heart sank inexplicably when he heard the words, and he raised his head and asked in surprise, "Why... the snail girl?"

He only knows Yan Qingjiang Youxi monsters and ghosts and other strange stories, and he has told him a lot after reading poems and books on weekdays. Even Ren Canglan knows his preference. "" Searching for Gods".

It's just that Wen Yu didn't know that Yan Qingjiang originally liked gentle, virtuous and beautiful girls.

Yan Qingjiang stopped his hand slowly, without raising his head, rubbing Jiulianhuan with his fingertips, and replied softly, "It's a bit like you..."

"Ah?" Wen Yu was a little confused for a moment, he lowered his head and looked at himself, and really couldn't put himself, a tall and thick man, with the snail girl, "Where does it look like?"

Yan Qingjiang pursed his lips and tilted his head to look at him, his brows and eyes were comfortably curved, and he dangled in the air for a while with his nine rings in his hand.

It was only then that Wen Yu understood, he stood up dumbfounded, put the lantern on the chair casually, and scolded him softly with a smile: "I've told you all the stories for nothing, how about comparing me to Lu Ban?"

Yan Qingjiang smiled and shook his head, his lips parted and closed, and he spit out four more words to Wen Yu in a daze: "Miss Tianluo."

Wen Yu couldn't get over him, so he couldn't help but feel a little relieved. He sat down opposite Yan Qingjiang, rested his chin on his hand, watched him continue to dismantle Jiulianhuan, and said casually: "I've told you all the stories I know. , tell me about it too...you know?"

Yan Qingjiang was obviously not a man who could do two things at once, his movements slowed down more and more, and gradually stopped moving, and he looked really serious with his head tilted in thought.

Most of the stories circulated in the clan are ancient legends, and the rest involved the grudges and entanglements between the Wu clan and the Wu clan. Wen Yu might be disappointed.

If Wen Yu is disappointed...he feels that he will not be happy either...

Wen Yu saw that his eyelashes blinked a few times, and his expression seemed to have become a little lonely and gloomy. Just as he was about to ask him, he heard a soft "ah" suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he looked up at him with joy and said, "I'll give you an answer." Can you tell me about the legend about the Underworld?"

"Yellow Spring? Underworld?" Wen Yu didn't expect it. Yellow Spring is one of the things he can't explore. In the underground of Jiuchong, and because the water color is dim when the well is dug to the depth, Jiuchongdi is also called Huangquan, which means the deepest part of the earth. Could it be that the rumor...isn't it true?"

Yan Qingjiang put down Jiu Lianhuan in his hand, looked up at him and shook his head with a little complacency, and suppressed his voice in a mysterious way: "Of course not."

"Oh," Wen Yu saw that Yan Qingjiang's temperament became more and more cheerful, and occasionally joked with him, and slowly lay down on the table in line with his tone, pretending to be full of interest, and listened attentively to his ancient story. Anecdote, "I would like to hear the details."

Yan Qingjiang told a story to someone for the first time in his life. He coughed a few times to clear his throat, recalled his memories, and imitated Wen Yu's inscrutable tone when telling stories, and said, "Yellow Spring is the two mountains outside Fengdu City. The name of a river in the middle of the river. The upper layer of the river is clear, but the lower layer is yellow and turbid and the bottom cannot be seen. It is the weak water drawn from Penglai. Going back and forth between the bank and the center of the river, ferrying the souls of the dead on a dilapidated bamboo raft, and sending them to the underworld for trial."

"Isn't it...isn't the feather not floating?" Wen Yu listened carefully and asked suspiciously, "The boatman is the messenger of the underworld?"

"No, it's a person. The only bamboo raft on the Yellow Springs is passable and unsinkable." Seeing that he had never heard of the legend of the Yellow Springs, Yan Qingjiang's tone suddenly became lighter, "The boatman is a man from the mortal world. If you ask the King of Hades, you will voluntarily leave your body in the underworld, and use your soul body to spend a hundred years in the underworld, and you will be able to fulfill your wish."

"What can a mortal ask the King of Hades?" Wen Yu obviously didn't take these as stories, he frowned slightly, pondered and asked again, "Isn't it just to hope that the beloved relatives and friends who committed heinous crimes before death and fell into hell after death to be punished can be reincarnated as soon as possible? Instead of meeting up?"

"It's likely to be like this..." Yan Qingjiang thought for a moment, then said "ah" suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he raised his eyes and said to Wen Yu, "I heard from Uncle Mo that this boatman is a For a mortal knight, his lover was struck by the gods of heaven and destroyed by lightning when he became an adult from the spiritual body of the mountain soul. To the King of Hades, let that mortal knight ferry for a hundred years, in exchange for a glimmer of chance for that mountain soul to return to the sun."

"Mountain soul?" Yan Qingjiang spat out one or two new words from time to time, Wen Yu had never heard of them, it was fresh.

"Yes, the mountain soul," Yan Qingjiang patiently explained, "If a mortal dies in the mountain stream for a long time without being buried, there will be one soul and seven souls lingering. Before the seven souls dissipate, if there is spiritual energy in the mountain to absorb and fuse the seven souls, and then the mountain ghost helps them practice, they will be transformed into humanoid spirits to serve the mountain ghosts. They are neither immortals nor ghosts, so they are called mountains. Soul. If the mountain soul has the opportunity to practice in the mortal world for a hundred years and has never done evil or killed, it can also be infected with the yang energy of the human world to give birth to three souls from the seven souls, and then enter the reincarnation spectrum of the underworld, and reincarnate as a human from the Reincarnation Platform."

"Isn't that... Isn't that a hundred years later, there will be two... two..." Wen Yu took a breath, thinking carefully , dumbfounded, he spoke intermittently and was at a loss for words, so he had to ask bluntly in disbelief, "...two similar people? One is reincarnated from the soul, and the other is reincarnated from the soul ?”

"Yeah." Yan Qingjiang answered with a nod, and smiled, "But there are rumors that the mountain soul is more or less affected by the seven souls, or its temperament is similar to that of the predecessors, or its appearance is the same. Several people at the foot of the mountain once said, His dead relatives are walking in the mountains, with wide sleeves and light gauze belt, ethereal like a fairy, calling his name, no answer..."

Wen Yu only felt for a moment that he seemed to have glimpsed many secrets of the Three Realms. He was still immersed in this story, and suddenly he heard Yan Qingjiang calling him softly: "Wen Yu."

Wen Yu was stunned and said: "What?"

Yan Qingjiang dismantled Jiulianhuan for a while, but made no progress, so he put it aside, and then flipped through two pages with the book in his hand, but his eyes couldn't stop wandering somewhere in the book and Wen Yu's face.

He always has some novel questions and ideas. Wen Yu looked at him without urging him, just waiting for him to speak out.

"I always see in the book 'as graceful as a frightened bird, graceful as a dragon', but isn't 'dragon' often used to describe men? Can I say the same about you?" Yan Qingjiang said slowly.

Wen Yu only thought that he was asking about the difference in the words used to describe men and women, and upon hearing that, she replied: "No, this sentence can only be used to describe women."

"Then how do you describe your good looks? Are your eyes like deep lakes, deep and sharp?" Yan Qingjiang continued to ask persistently, with an inquiring expression, his eyes lit up and he wanted to say another word, "What else is that long? It looks like jade, Pan An, etc., can it be used to talk about you?"

The muscles on Wen Yu's cheeks tensed instantly, and he finally heard what Yan Qingjiang wanted to say. His heart was sweet, as if he had swallowed a pot of honey, but he smiled and refuted him: "Read all the books." Where did you go? These few sentences are all about handsome men, are you right to use them on me?"

After he reprimanded Yan Qingjiang, he couldn't help laughing. Yan Qingjiang didn't think there was anything wrong. He pursed his lips and explained sincerely: "I haven't met Pan An, but I think I have. Among people, you are the most beautiful looking."

"If you say good-looking, Ren Canglan can get you to say 'the face is like a crown of jade, and the appearance is like Pan'an'." Wen Yu laughed dumbly, he only felt that Yan Qingjiang was a beginner in poetry, and he always wanted to put those words into practice and praise him Although it was sincere, but it was not used accurately, so I gave him a list of the nearest ones.

Unexpectedly, Yan Qingjiang seriously shook his head and insisted repeatedly: "You look good."

Seeing his rare stubbornness, Wen Yu shook his head and laughed, and said casually: "You really answered a poem now——"

He suddenly stopped in the middle of speaking, but Yan Qingjiang stared at him with piercing eyes and waited for the next sentence: "What poem?"

"No...it's nothing..." Wen Yu licked his lips uncomfortably, smiled perfunctorily, and continued to tie his lantern as if hiding his head.

--Beauty is in the eyes of beholder.

This was originally what he wanted to say, but no matter how he thought about it, it was not quite right.

The author has something to say:

(*@ο@*) Wow~ The heart of spring is sprouting~ It just happens to be spring in the text and outside the text~ poof~

The story of Huang Quan can also be written, and it is also in this series. This series has a little relationship with the past and present, and there is also a connection between them.

[Spirits, Ghosts, Gods and Demons] series currently plans four articles:

1. Devil - Yan Qingjiang 2. God - Myth of Ascension BG3. Ghost - Messenger of the Underworld Fantasy BG4. Spirit - Ancient Soul of the Mountain

Girls who are interested in this series must pay attention to the sexuality marked on the copywriting.

Note 2: Chrysanthemum embraces dead branches, hibiscus blooms with faint sun——Song Ouyang Xiu

Note 1: Sweetness comes first, bitterness comes first, leisure comes before work——Ming Lukun

If you don't work hard, you will be destroyed in the end - Tang Wujing

Note 4: Looking at the former virtuous countries and families, success starts from diligence and thrift and breaks from extravagance. ——Tang Li Shangyin

Note 3: Sincerity is the end of things, there is nothing without sincerity, so sincerity is the most precious thing for a gentleman. —— "The Doctrine of the Mean"