[Bao Lian Lantern Heart] Lu Yao Returns to Dream

He came in with a fur box, looking radiant, as if he had forgotten all about drinking and guessing yesterday.

Yang Jian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Have you gone to trade with them?"

There is a small-scale Qiang caravan stationed here, with a lot of cloth, ready-made clothes, jewelry, utensils, etc. Ao Cunxin went out early in the morning and came back with many spoils.

"Coincidentally, the caravan was about to leave, so I didn't have time to tidy up these clothes, so I hurried back to change into some jewelry." She began to bury her head in tidying up the new clothes that were scattered all over the floor, without looking at Yang Jian's face.

Yang Jian looked at Ao Cunxin briefly, and found that there seemed to be something missing from the coral hairpin in her hair, "You exchanged it with Xihai pearls?"

"Aren't you a detective? Why do you know everything?" After that, he asked himself and answered, "Oh yes, you are the god of justice, so I can't hide this little trick from your eyes. Hey, speaking of it, the god of justice is not in the sky, why? Coming down to earth?"

Hearing Ao Cunxin's cute question, Yang Jian couldn't help laughing, "Gods come down to earth, so naturally they have errands to go down to earth."

"What kind of errand, I wonder if I, in white clothes, have the right to be curious?"

"Yang Jian was ordered to destroy the Black Lotus Sect."

Ao Cunxin's complexion changed slightly.

Fortunately, Yang Jian was putting a bunch of things organized by Ao Cunxin into his sleeves, and he didn't notice anything strange about her.

"Your trick is... the world in your sleeves? I thought only Zhen Yuanzi, who grew ginseng fruit in Wuzhuangguan, could do it."

Just as he was talking, a boy's voice suddenly came from outside the yurt: "Is the guest from last night there? My ancestor wants to see you two."

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The Heavenly Soldiers camp at Guanjiangkou was heavily guarded as always, and Xiao Tiangou rarely made military exploits, but he couldn't drink and gamble freely due to discipline, and was bored, so he sneaked out of Yang's mansion and gathered a group of comrades in the military camp to chat and brag.

Just as he was bragging himself to be omnipotent, he suddenly heard "Erlang Zhenjun", Xiao Tiangou hurriedly stopped, looked around, but did not see his master's shadow, it turned out to be another group of resting heavenly soldiers gathered together to laugh.

Xiaotiangou didn't care about bragging, and listened intently. He heard a few profane words, and immediately frowned, and rushed over to question.Seeing that it was Xiao Tiangou, the group of heavenly soldiers all knew that he was Yang Jian's confidant, called master and servant, but actually brothers, if he heard about it, it would surely reach the ears of the rightful master, so they quickly dispersed.Of course, there were also those who moved slower, and were stretched by the Xiaotian dog.

That day's soldier was not really afraid of Xiao Tiangou, but worried that if he broke free by force, he would have no good fruit in front of Yang Jian, so he had to accept his softness.

"I... I also heard it from hearsay, and I definitely don't believe it. I am loyal to the true king with all my heart, and I have no intention of despising it!"

Xiao Tiangou was confused, "What did you say, what happened to Zhenjun?"

"There is a jingle that has just been circulated in the army... Alas! It's all a joke, it can't be taken seriously!"

"What jingle? You said it! If you don't say it, I'll take you to see the master!" This is a tried-and-true tactic of Xiaotiangou, but it has never really brought people in front of the master, because the other party often hears this. After the sentence, I recruited myself.

"The rumor is...'Erlang Zhenjun appeared in the kiln, and the king of Tota complained in the tent'. This...I'm just repeating it, it's none of my business!" That day the soldier tried to slip away.

Xiaotiangou grabbed him even tighter, "What is the center line...not...what do you mean by that, please explain to me."

"Yaozi's 'Yiln', do you know?" He carefully looked at the dark face of Xiaotiangou, not sure whether a dog's knowledge covered the word, "That is to say, Erlang Zhenjun went...to that place ... Then what, Li Tianwang sits alone in town, complaining that Zhenjun ignores military affairs. This must be rumored by the Li family army to frame our Zhenjun. Brothers don't believe it... Oops, I suddenly remembered that the centurion asked me to see As for him, let's take a step first, excuse me!"

As a pure domestic dog, Xiaotiangou thought hard about what this meant, and always felt that it was not a good thing to say. If he asked the Meishan brothers, he would definitely be caught by them for leaving the Yang Mansion without authorization, so he decided to ask Yang Chan.

"Erlang Zhenjun appeared in the kiln, and Tuota Tianwang complained in the tent..."

Seeing Yang Chan's slightly cold face, Xiao Tiangou couldn't help shivering.

Yang Chan has always been kind to others, and her expression at this time is just a slight frown, but the brothers and sisters of the Yang family are born alike, and there is a bit of brother's shadow in her eyebrows, Xiao Tiangou saw it in her eyes, and habitually became afraid.

"The Roaring Dog," Yang Chan frowned lightly, as if the wind was blowing the water of the lake, "I believe that Li Tianwang is loyal to the Jade Emperor, and he will never make up such nonsense to suppress the image of the deputy commander and disturb the morale of the army. , don’t mention it any more.”

It's hard for her to admit that this is not a rumor at all.

Yang Chan Bingxue is smart, even though she is far away from the court, she can see some things clearly.Li Jing is a bit pedantic, that's why he can't get used to Yang Jian's ingenuity, and even disdains such low-level tricks. Besides, Yang Jian is far away from the customs, so the news shouldn't be so fast.

"It's hard work for you to run to find your master and tell him this, he will naturally understand. If there is any trouble on his side, don't act rashly, come back and inform me immediately, remember? Brother Kang, I will I will ask for leave for you."

Xiao Tiangou nodded vigorously, he was really worried about not seeing Yang Jian for a few days.Bright and honest, he walked out of the gate of Yang's mansion, and performed a trick of "the world is boundless, follow it for thousands of miles", and Yang Jian's breath was clearly captured by the small black nose.

"Howling dog!"

A clear cut-off fell from the sky.

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The old birthday star the day before yesterday was a kind-hearted old woman. When she saw the two of them, she let them go out of the city with her without saying a word. She only brought a ten-year-old boy with her, and she packed some dry food for the boy to take with her. , seems to be going on a long journey.Yang Jian didn't ask any more questions, and took Ao Cunxin and the two of them together into the simple carriage.

The little boy drove the car very slowly, the golden-red sun was shining brightly in the sky, the clouds were floating in the sky, the low hills stretched widely, and the grass that withered once a year was gradually turning yellow in the autumn wind.

The wrinkles on the old man's face were filled with the dust of the years, his cloudy eyes were still alive, and his gentle and clean eyes fell on Ao Cunxin's face, wondering what he was looking at.

"Old man, where are we going?" Ao Cunxin was embarrassed and interrupted to ask.

The old man's eyes slowly moved to Yang Jian who seemed to be concentrating on admiring the desert, and then moved back to Ao Cunxin, the wrinkles around his lips moved, but he didn't speak.

When we parked the car, it was already past noon, and the sky changed quickly. The sky was still clear in the morning, but now there were dark clouds and thunder.

"You go and have a look first, there may be something you are interested in. I am tired, take a break before going in." The old man is very proficient in Chinese. These two people.

This is a group of tombs. There are more than a dozen huge earth stones that look like monuments but not monuments, surrounded by a two-story gray tower building with a diameter of two feet. The bricks and stones have been polished by wind and sand. Honeycomb-like pits.

The inside is not big, and the sky is dark. You can vaguely see rows of stone cave Buddhist niches all around. The scent of incense and Zen floats lightly in the air, making you calm and clear.

Sensing that the cuffs were being tightly grasped, Yang Jian followed Ao Cunxin's line of sight, and there was a silk painting of a portrait hanging beside a Maitreya Buddha statue in front of him. He had actually seen it, but he didn't pay attention to the content of the painting. , looking closely at this moment, can't help but look cold.

The lightning fiercely tore through the dark clouds, and reflected the stone house in white.The silk painting has obviously been weather-beaten, yellowed and corroded, and the strokes are blurred, but it does not hinder identification, because the painting is very vivid.

The thunder roared, the torrential rain fell, and the room became dark, and the voice of the old man came: "Girl, take a good look, is it you who painted on the painting?"

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The woman in the painting wears gold hairpins obliquely and wraps her body in a long skirt. Although her eyebrows and eyes are mottled, if you have seen Ao Cunxin in person, you will naturally feel the similarity between them.

The gold hairpin in the painting is very special. The head of the hairpin is in the shape of a fox's tail, and a few round beads are adorned at the end, which are probably jadeite or the like.

"This is a relic of our ancestors that has been passed down from generation to generation in our family. It has been passed down to the elders for 2000 years."

Impossible, there is no cloth that will not rot in 2000... Ao Cunxin walked up to touch the cloth in a daze, and couldn't help but freeze in place.

It's Xihai's material, woven with fairy algae, and she's wearing the same kind of fabric.

On the corner of the silk painting, even the book is inscribed, and the rest of the characters have been damaged, only the word "Bingshen" can be vaguely distinguished.

"Bingshen, more than 2000 years ago..." Yang Jian recalled briefly with a solemn expression.

That year, King Wu of Zhou, Ji Fa, died in Haojing, so Yang Jian remembered it very clearly.

Ao Cunxin only felt an invisible force tearing at her memory, her memory was empty, she never knew what relationship she had with Xi Rong back then.

Maybe it's Ao Cunxin, the third princess of the West Sea?

People always have an extraordinary ability to discern themselves. She had to admit that the person in the painting was definitely herself.

A piercing pain rushed to the apex of his heart, Ao Cunxin clenched his teeth, and was tightly wrapped in a kind of overwhelming fear.

"They are all stories handed down from our ancestors. At that time, the battle between Rong and Zhou was tense. A dragon girl from the East China Sea saved our king on the battlefield, but was executed by the state of Zhou for treason. The king drew the picture with the dress of the dragon girl. This image is enshrined by descendants from generation to generation. In the long history, our lineage has gradually moved away from the center of royal power and has become an inconspicuous offshoot. If it were not for the testimony of this posthumous painting, most people would not believe that our ancestors were also Qiang King of Rong."

"Since this dragon girl is dead, why does the old lady ask me if I am the person in this painting?"

"The legend has long passed