The cub with the fairy ran away

Jiang Suilan put the picture of Jiang Wei teasing the rabbit on top, and said, "Look at the picture."

Kuang Yang leaned over and took a look: "The painting is not bad."

Jiang Suilan remained silent noncommittal, slowly rolled up the scrolls and put them back one by one.

"Leave without two, as a commemoration?"

Jiang Suilan thought for a moment, then shook his head.

He came out from behind the desk, spread his five fingers, looked at the ashes on his hands, and asked Kuangyang a little suspiciously: "Why is there no one living here?"

Along the way in this city, there are few yards as deserted as this one.

Kuang Yang said: "After leaving with Jiang Wei, it's the first time for me to come here, I don't know the situation, why don't you ask the neighbors?"

Jiang Suilan said, "Okay."

Leave the courtyard and knock on the neighbor's door.A middle-aged woman opened the door, looked at them suspiciously, spoke with an accent unique to this city, and asked who they were.

Jiang Suilan said: "My ancestors used to live in that courtyard. This time I came to Guancheng to meet my relatives. I never thought that the courtyard would become so deserted. May I ask what happened?"

The woman let out an "oh" and became less wary.

After all, Kuangyang and Jiang Suilan didn't look like bad guys, they were both clean and gentle.

She said: "The yard has been deserted for many years. It has been deserted since I moved here. It is said that it is haunted. No one dares to live in it."

"ghost?"

"Yeah, it's scary," the woman said. "There are some things. It's really mysterious. About ten years ago, there was a prince who took a fancy to this land and wanted to use it as his other garden. He needed to take care of it and transform it." , The workers just went in, and three of them were broken in the first night."

"Huh? Broken?"

The woman said: "I fell for no reason, just like being pushed. People keep pushing you all night, and you can't see anything when you look back..."

As she said that, she shivered herself: "It's really scary. But, if no one goes in, it's fine. It's very quiet on weekdays, and there's no sign of a ghost at all, but if you go in and touch a little thing, it's not okay No—thieves dare not enter this courtyard!"

After listening, Jiang Suilan said sincerely to the middle-aged woman, "Thank you."

"Hey, it's okay. It's a hot day. You're dressed so thickly, don't you feel stuffy? Do you want to come in for a glass of water?" She became enthusiastic.

Jiang Suilan smiled slightly: "No need."

He looked in the Qiankun bag, searched around, took out a small bottle of small round pill, handed it to the woman, and said, "It's a good medicine for strengthening the body, thank you for telling us this."

The woman declined a few words, but finally accepted.

Jiang Suilan was standing outside the yard, Yun Pian Cake was squatting at his feet, the postures of the two were exactly the same.

"Do you want to go in and have a look?" Kuang Yang asked.

Jiang Suilan said: "I know that people have three souls and seven souls. After death, the soul lingers and becomes a 'ghost'. Wen Ciliu, do you think there is really such a ghost here?"

Kuang Yang put his hands behind his back, imitating his posture to look at the gate, the courtyard, the courtyard wall, and the shade of the trees outside the wall.He shook his head and said, "From what I can see, no."

Huajing said no, so it is gone.Jiang Suilan thought.He didn't know if he had expected anything before, facing Kuang Yang's words, he could only nod silently.

He turned to leave, and the breeze swept the branches behind him, the shadows of the trees were whirling, and the branches and leaves were shaking.

They stayed at the inn they had booked. This inn had good wine and meals, and they were very satisfied with their evening meal.Although Kuang Yang has already bigu, but Moxiu does not deliberately restrain his appetite, food and wine, if you like it, you have to enjoy it to your heart's content.

As night fell, Jizhou, full of mortals, was extraordinarily lively.

There are people in the lobby of the inn eating wine, eating sunflower seeds and talking about the world, and there are people on the street outside the inn.The city guards lined up on the street to protect the peace of one side.

Jiang Suilan lay on the window and stared drunkenly for a while, then took out the Qiuhong sword from the Qiankun bag.

He racked his brains to recall the sword technique that Yin Huaimeng had taught him, but he didn't remember the name of that sword technique, he only remembered that the moves were complicated and difficult to learn.He recalled the first form, he held the sword tightly and took a good posture, twisted his wrist slightly, and swung the sword out——

boom! ——

Jiang Suilan was taken aback, hiccupped, and watched the tables in the inn room fall apart.

"..."

how so!

He used to be in Yanqi Mountain, no matter how much he practiced, it didn't work.

The master said to follow the sword moves to release the spiritual energy, but he always felt twisted, the meridian and the sword seemed to be twisted, not to mention releasing the spiritual energy, he would feel pain after practicing for a while.

But now, he didn't even think about using the demon energy in his dantian, it was just a trick, it has such great power!

Is it because he entered the country?

Jiang Suilan stayed for a while, then knocked on his door: "Suilan, what happened?"

"No, nothing." He scratched his hair and went to open the door.

Kuang Yang glanced in and smiled: "Why are you practicing swords in the house?"

Jiang Suilan said: "...I just thought about it suddenly."

He muttered: "This inn doesn't have such a big courtyard for me to use my sword."

Kuang Yang said, "You can go to other places."

He not only said, but also did it quickly. He went downstairs to ask the shopkeeper, and took Jiang Suilan to a martial arts field.

The martial arts arena is very large, with rings set up at intervals.

But it was getting late, and no one was still practicing.After paying some money, Jiang Suilan happily practiced in the ring.

He still practiced the set of swordsmanship that Jiang Wei passed on to him.

I didn't realize it before, but now when I use it, I just feel that all the power in the air is rushing towards him, the sword seems to be a part of his body, there is no need to deliberately memorize and execute any sword moves, just like waving your fingers.

He closed his eyes and raised his head slightly. There were still some hard-working men left in the empty martial arts arena. The young man who danced the sword, his eyes were straight.

It was as if the moonlight only shone on him, and the ordinary blue clothes were shone brightly, like a fairy.

That face was fair and beautiful, with a high nose bridge, sharp jawline, a slender neck, eyelashes fluttering like butterflies, and the tiny fluff on the face looked gentle and delicate under the moonlight.

"This kid..." Someone whispered and swallowed.

Another person took up the conversation: "I finally understand why there are men who like to play with the little girl in the Nanfeng Pavilion. If there are such men, it's not that I don't—"

Jiang Suilan stabbed forward with a sword, and the magic energy condensed on the sword and stabbed out along the path pointed by the move. The huge locust tree in the martial arts field trembled like a hurricane, and then burst suddenly.

The watching men: "..."

The one who wanted to say "I'm not bad" quickly swallowed his words and saliva into his stomach.

Jiang Suilan came down from the arena with a face full of apology, and counted the things in the Qiankun bag to see if there was anything that could compensate the martial arts field.

Kuang Yang said, "You have entered the country again."

Jiang Suilan thought for a while and said, "It seems to be. It seems to have broken through a bottleneck."

Kuang Yang sighed: "It's too fast, it's only been a few days. Jiang Wei can't even compare to you."

Jiang Suilan said: "Probably because of accumulation."

Kuang Yang shook his head with a smile and sighed, and said: "You have advanced, and you have drained away the demonic energy that is not much in the thousands of miles around."

Jiang Suilan gave a small box of Fuxin Ointment to the owner of the martial arts field, and said, "I'm really sorry, I broke a good tree of yours. This is a medicine for wounds. It can heal any wounds. It can be taken internally or applied externally."

The night was very deep.

On the way back to the inn, Kuang Yang asked him: "What were you thinking just now?"

Jiang Suilan was stunned for a moment, then said hesitantly, "...I didn't think about anything."

Kuang Yang sees the fire clearly: "Entering into a maze, you can only advance if you have delusions. How many people can't enter the maze because they have never figured out what they want in their entire lives."

Jiang Suilan was even more stunned: "But the lost state is not... a confused state, it's just that you don't know, that's why...?"

Kuang Yang shook his head and explained to him. "If you want something, you will be lost. You have to ask yourself a question first, and then you will find the answer. The lost state is the state of confusion, and it is also the state of finding the answer. If you find it, you will be in the state of enlightenment. If you can't find it... ...When the lifespan is up, it will die."

Kuang Yang looked at Jiang Suilan and smiled slightly: "Now, are you willing to tell me what you were thinking just now?"

Jiang Suilan opened his mouth, unable to speak.

After a long time, he whispered: "I was thinking, what is love...?"

The period of sword dancing was not long, but he thought about a lot, from a lonely childhood longing for family affection, to a boy with some friendship, to a young man who fell headlong into the gentle hometown of Master...

He thought he wanted love.

Family love, friendship love, fellowship love, and love.

It's just that the love brought to him by the master—even if it's a false appearance, is so high-spirited and strong that it covers up everything else.He soaked in it contentedly, and didn't want anything else, thinking that only that love was enough.

As a result, one day, he was told that the love was fake, and suddenly, he realized that he was empty-handed and had nothing.

what is love?

He felt the moonlight shining on his face, and whispered softly in his heart.

If you figure out what it is, you can find a way to get it.

If he had known what love was early in the morning, he would not have lost sight of Master's true intentions.It's just that he is ignorant and superficial, thinking that hugging him, kissing him, flirting with him, thinking that the protection, possessiveness and tenderness in the name of Guqin Xianzun are love.

As a result, what is hidden under it is carelessness, perfunctory, forgetfulness, and a painful killer.

In the past, Jiang Suilan thought that his master loved him, but later he found out that he was wrong.

That day in Bicheng, Master lost his composure and begged, as if he loved him deeply.But who knows what is hidden behind the surface of this deep love?Jiang Suilan couldn't believe it anymore, not because he didn't believe in Master, but because he didn't believe that what he saw and felt was correct.The moment he realized that Master didn't love him, he immediately realized that there were traces of everything in the past, but at that time he was blinded by a leaf and couldn't see anything clearly.

He knew that in his heart he still longed for Master to love him, and once he believed that Master loved him, he would sink into it just like in the past.

He doesn't want to repeat the same mistakes.

The leaves were taken down so that he couldn't see them clearly. Should he cover them again?

To be awake, to be calm, to see more clearly.

Jiang Suilan thought so.

Not only his heart, not only Master, but also...

Jiang Suilan turned his head and glanced at the person who called himself Wenci Liu and had a harmless and delicate face.

The Demon Venerable roared wildly.

Yin Huaimeng sat in the private room of the restaurant, staring at the table of delicious dishes.

The soul lamp was dimly lit on the dining table, and Yin Huaimeng's devilish energy surrounded him, trying to search and perceive, but he didn't feel anything.

He really couldn't find Sui Lan anymore.

Wu He finally brought up a pot of wine and said, "Xiaolan usually likes to eat these. Over the years, her taste hasn't changed much. She likes hot and sour. People often say sour and spicy. He..."

The temperature in the private room suddenly dropped to freezing point, Wu He shuddered, and realized what he just said, quickly silenced, put down the wine, said "use it slowly", and left.

When I went down the stairs, I shook my head regretfully and thought, it seems that it is really not the child of Guqin Immortal, but I don’t know who the other father of Xiaolan’s child is, and I am not responsible at all for not showing my face for so long burden.Is it because Sui Lan is a man but pregnant?But what's the big deal about a man having a baby?There are no miracles in Jiuzhou, and even this little thing can't stand it, so what kind of Taoism is there.

Yin Huaimeng poured himself a glass of wine slowly.

He doesn't drink.

In the past at Little Silver Peak, I occasionally saw Jiang Suilan drinking, but I didn't agree with it.It's just that sometimes... Sui Lan is drunk and very cute, so he doesn't mind drinking, and is willing to hold him and kiss him.

Those days, in retrospect, were actually very far away.

Yin Huaimeng raised his head and drank a glass of wine.

In his realm, this glass of wine is weak.

But smelling and tasting the wine, it was as if Jiang Suilan was still by his side.

He fooled himself and drank one cup after another.

Until the jug is empty.