Seventh Pagoda

Yun Jian was really beating the ground at this moment, with tears streaming down her face while beating the ground.

"Nine times for No.40! Nine times for No.40! Why! Why! No matter how hard you kill! I am the number one killer in Liyou Pavilion! The number one killer in Liyou Pavilion! He is an unarmed pharmacist! Unarmed! Why is that Immortal!!"

Then began to whimper: "49 times... 49 times..."

This tragic situation is really sad for those who hear it, and tears for those who see it...

When Jing Xi heard the words "Li You Ge", he looked away from Tao Cheng and glanced at Yun Jian: "What's the relationship between Qinghou and you?"

While beating the ground weakly, Yun Jian replied weakly: "The master of the pavilion is my adoptive father."

Jing Xi smiled: "I mean, he was so stupid that he didn't throw you out, so it was you."

Yun Jian shuddered, feeling as if her knee had been shot by an arrow.

He also heard Jing Xi say: "The rule of Liyou Pavilion is that if you miss once, you have to return double the amount of employment money. Now you have missed 49 times..."

Yun Jian shivered again.

Jing Xi added: "Let's not talk about Qinghou, even Gu Shi is not short of this money, but you are ashamed for this, I'm afraid you won't have the face to find them..."

Yun Jian buried her head low, feeling that she could no longer kneel.

The dragon-scale dagger on the ground gleamed, and Yun Jian burst into tears.

"Anyway, I don't have the face to see my adoptive father. I can't kill this old monster. Instead of throwing away Youge's face alive, I might as well kill myself!"

After speaking, he snatched the dagger and wiped it on his own neck, Tao Cheng exclaimed.

Jing Xi had time to turn his head to look at Tao Cheng before he said slowly to Yun Jian, "Wait."

Yun Jian seemed to have been waiting for this sentence, but Jing Xi hadn't finished speaking when the dagger on his neck fell to the ground again with a "bang".

Jing Xi recalled the story about Yunjian that Qinghou had told him before, seeing her today, she really deserved her reputation...

He hooked his lips and smiled: "Don't look at me, my whole palace is not worth much money."

He glanced at Yang Yulin: "There is a real master over there, you might as well try your luck."

Without saying a word, Yun Jian knelt down in front of Yang Yulin like lightning, "Benefactor!"

While rubbing Yang Yulin's waist, Jing Fulin glanced at Fu Dali and Liangfu from time to time.

Ever since Yun Jian called out, Jing Fulin had been looking at them for a long time.

Fu Dali and Liang Fu were both terrified, Yun Jian seemed to be going in and out of no one's land today, and the two of them didn't realize it. They have neglected their duty so far, so they should drink their swords with hatred...

So the heads of the two hang lower and lower, lower and lower...

Jing Fulin has another meaning, Yun Jian's skills are terrifying, Fu Dali and Liangfu combined may not be his opponents, Jing Fulin is purely watching the two lose, and looks like a joke at them.

Yun Jian flew to kneel in front of Yang Yulin, making Yang Yulin unable to move forward or retreat.

"You should tell me first, why did you kill Tan Wan?"

After hearing this question, Yun Jian lowered her head and said nothing for a while, then sighed slowly, and sat cross-legged at Yang Yulin's feet.

"Speaking of which, it's a very, very long story."

There are two families of incense refining in the south of the Yangtze River, the Dong family in Zhuli in the west of the city, and the Zhou family in Dongxuan in the north of the city. It is now the seventh generation.

Dong Yingxia, the young master of the Dong family, was fourteen years old, very tired and uninhibited, and Zhou Zimo, the young master of the Zhou family, was thirteen years old, and he was quite like his father, with an elegant demeanor.

The ancestors of the two families used to be friends, but I don't know which generation had a rift. It is said that it has something to do with the lost mysterious incense book, and the quarrels have become less and less frequent in these generations.

In addition, the local Gongxiang only appoints one family every year. This year it is the Zhou family, and the Dong family loses the election. When the Dong family is appointed next year, the Zhou family loses the election. .

This coming and going, seeing that water and fire are incompatible, old and dead do not communicate with each other.

This day is just after the spring thunder, the season of waking up to insects, the vegetation is criss-cross, and the birds are chirping.

Zhou Zimo listened to his master's incense in the Dongxuan Fragrance Hall, and heard the twittering birdsong. He couldn't help turning his head to look out the window, and saw a man climbing up an old peach tree in the courtyard with his hands and feet.

Zhou Zimo was taken aback, picked up the bone-gathering fan in his hand to cover half of his face, and took a closer look.

The man was wearing a satin gown with [-] colors of Jin Baodi. The base was woven with round gold threads. On the gold base, there were colorful begonia patterns.

Ordinary hibiscus flower satin can only be embroidered in four colors, and can only weave two inches a day at most, so the human saying is "one inch of makeup is one inch of gold".

This [-]-color golden treasure brocade satin, one can imagine how handy it is.

Zhou Zimo recognized the Xifu Begonia on the robe, so he naturally guessed that this person was Dong Yingxia, the young master of the Dong family.

Seeing him hidden in the layered peach blossoms, his pair of peach blossom eyes are very agile, and the peach blossoms on his human face complement each other, which matches his name very well.

Dong Yingxia climbed up the tree, took a moment to look into the incense hall, and caught sight of Zhou Zimo.

He was wearing a blue lotus-colored satin robe with silver threads on the cuffs and neckline, and Jackdaw Haruyuki was pressed against it. In his hand, he held a blue lotus-colored bone-bonded fan that blocked his chin and mouth, revealing a pair of eyes that were as gentle as water, The knuckles on the fan are white and slender.

The color of purple is originally rich and colorful, and if it is wrong, it will lose a thousand miles, but at this moment, it is suppressed by Zhou Zimo's frosty and snowy skin, which makes people look elegant and dusty.

Dong Yingxia praised in her heart, she didn't ruin the good color, which is very good.

With joy in his heart, he excitedly held the peach blossom branch and waved vigorously at Zhou Zimo.

Zhou Zimo was taken aback for a moment. The Dong family and the Zhou family were not enemies, but they were not friendly after all. Dong Yingxia actually had the guts to sneak into Dongxuan, so she sneaked in, she was so blatant. Say hello to yourself.

The more Zhou Zimo thought about it, the more amusing he felt, half of his face was hidden under the fan and he couldn't stop laughing.

Dong Yingxia saw that his eyebrows were curved, and knew that he was smiling, so she laughed too.

The master in the incense hall coughed, holding a stick of Indian incense in his hand, very serious: "Zi Mo, tell me, how to make this Indian incense?"

Zhou Zimo suppressed his smile, closed his fan calmly, put down the bamboo curtain to block the outdoor scene, and replied in a warm voice.

"[-] liang of agarwood, [-] liang of sandalwood, [-] liang of Linglingxiang, [-] liang of shengjiexiang, [-] liang of roasted ageratum leaves, [-] liang of Gansong desoiled, [-] liang of grass grass incense, and peeled Cyperus cyperus Two liang, ephedra two liang to remove the roots and make fine preparation.

Two liang of licorice, seven qian of musk, half liang of flame nitrate, two liang of frankincense, seven qian of borneol, especially raw ones are the best, four flavors of borneol, musk, frankincense, and flame nitrate are ground in a different device, and the remaining ten flavors are roasted Dried and pounded into fine powder.

Put it in a box, wrap it with paper, put it in a warm place, spin it out and burn it. "

The master snorted, stroked his beard and walked back.

Zhou Zimo heaved a sigh of relief and sat down. A hand suddenly appeared from under the bamboo curtain, and words were written in a twisted shape on the palm.

Zhou Zimo recognized the three characters "Ge Xun Bridge" again and again, and laughed out loud.

Master coughed a few more times, Zhou Zimo touched his nose, a little embarrassed.

The palms under the bamboo curtain quickly retracted, and there was no movement outside the window.

After finishing the homework in Xiangtang and perfunctory his master, it was already three quarters of the unitary when Zhou Zimo found the Gexun Bridge.

I saw a person lying under the bridge from a distance, isn't it Dong Yingxia, and I'm not afraid of getting my good clothes dirty.

As she approached, Dong Yingxia was sleeping peacefully, she probably fell asleep after waiting for more than two hours.

Zhou Zimo felt a little apologetic, and quietly sat beside him, watching the reflection of the setting sun in the river under the bridge, without waking him up.

After a while, Dong Yingxia woke up leisurely, staring at Zhou Zimo's profile.

Just now, only half of his face was seen in the incense hall, but now he is looking down at the river, which makes people feel peaceful and peaceful.

After seeing enough, he finally got up: "Don't the sons of Dongxuan love Peixiang the most, why don't you have any fragrance on your body? If it wasn't for that, I would have noticed you coming earlier, and I told you to wait so long for no reason."

Zhou Zimo turned around and smiled: "Young masters who have heard of the bamboo fence are fragrant every step of the way, why don't you have any fragrance on you?"

The two looked at each other and laughed.

Nowadays, it is very popular to make incense by incense, and sachets, sachets, and incense fans can be found everywhere.

Due to her personality, Dong Yingxia doesn't like these powders and spices.

Zhou Zimo has a strong family background. He grew up soaked in incense powder and spices since he was a child. He spends almost [-] hours a day learning and breaking incense, so he can escape for a while.

Therefore, even though the two belonged to a family of incense refiners, they never wore incense next to each other.

"My father is pulling my ears and praising you every day, saying that I am lazy and ineffective, and I am not even as good as you. My ears are so callused. I passed by Dongxuan today, so I simply climbed over the wall and went in to see you. It really lives up to its reputation.”

Dong Yingxia hid on the peach blossom tree, and heard Zhou Zimo smell the fragrance, and today she is completely convinced.

Zhou Zimo covered his face with a fan: "Young Master Dong is too modest, it's just that my father forced him to learn about fragrances since he was a child, and he smells a lot."

Dong Yingxia opened her mouth, then stopped, Zhou Zimo found it very interesting: "If Mr. Dong has something to say, you might as well say it directly."

Dong Yingxia carefully looked at Zhou Zimo's expression: "I want to say... I have heard that Dongxuan makes incense well, but I never thought that I would also learn these trivial matters of money and taels every day. It is really more boring than our bamboo fence..."

Zhou Zimo opened his eyes wide, and suddenly laughed: "Isn't that right! I think so too!"

Since Zhou Zimo was three years old, his father taught him how to break three incenses a day, and when he was seven years old and finished learning about spices, he was thrown into the incense hall to learn how to grind incense with his master.

The Fragrance Hall is assessed three times a year. There are ten scents in the courtyard. It only needs to identify the ingredients of one of the scents to be considered a pass. No mistakes are allowed. If it fails once, Father Zhou will throw him out of Dongxuan.

For the past six years, Zhou Zimo has been smelling the fragrance every day, life is really boring.

Dong Yingxia patted her chest: "Come in three days, I'll show you something good, I'll keep it for you to like."

Three days passed quickly, and Zhou Zimo arrived at Gexun Bridge early.

In Dong Yingxia's hand is a small ball-shaped incense burner pasted with gold on white jade, with light gold hook lines, hollowed out and pinched flowers, silver pieces are added to the furnace, furnace ash is spread, refined carbon balls are buried in the center, and a thin layer is covered. Furnace ashes, use silver pieces to separate the fire.

The incense slices are smoked and roasted on the silver slices, and the aroma is overflowing without the smoky smell of ordinary incense burners.

Dong Yingxia tossed the ball into the air, and the wheel rolled in a circle, crackling, and a faint fragrance floated.

Zhou Zimo smelled it again and again, his curiosity arose: "What kind of fragrance is this?"

Dong Yingxia deliberately dodged left and right with the censer, while Zhou Zimo threw herself on the censer, tiptoeing back and forth to grab it.

Having teased Zhou Zimo enough, Dong Yingxia handed the incense burner to Zhou Zimo.

"A few days ago, I saw that your eyes were turning blue. You must have been forced to recognize incense by your master every day, and you were so scared that you couldn't sleep well. You are used to smelling benzoin and styrax, and it is useless. I made an incense for you. This incense is called 'Daoyi', did you hear the sound?"

Zhou Zimo held the incense ball to his ear, and it really crackled, which was very interesting.

"I smell daylilies, what else."

Dong Yingxia laughed heartily: "There is another flavor, even your father may not know it, I call it 'Bengbengcao'.

Earlier, when I was playing in the wild, I came across a kind of 'bengbengcao', which exploded when I touched it. The fruit tasted sweet, so I thought it would be fragrant.

"A whole month in Chang'an, the sound of thousands of households pounding clothes." After listening to the movement, I fell asleep in a while. "

Zhou Zimo couldn't put it down holding the small incense burner, and thanked him repeatedly.

Over the past few months, the two teenagers have gathered together to make new incense when they have free time, and their friendship is very strong.

After tossing all the strange fragrances on the incense spectrum, I just find some unknown flowers and plants and grind them indiscriminately. Sometimes there are some wonderful harvests in such a random way.

Another day, Dong Yingxia mysteriously made a fragrant pill and put it in a small porcelain bottle. Le Diandian came to Zhou Zimo.

Zhou Zimo squeezed the incense pill and sniffed it, but it was colorless and odorless, and he was a little puzzled.

Dong Yingxia snatched it away: "Stupid, this incense pill is not for smelling, but for eating."

As she spoke, she took the fragrant pill and put it into Zhou Zimo's mouth, and when her fingertips touched Zhou Zimo's lips, it was creamy and soft, and Dong Yingxia felt her heart tremble for no reason.

Since Dong Yingxia said that it can be eaten, it must be eaten.

Thinking of this, Zhou Zimo put the fragrant pill in his mouth and bit it with his teeth. The fragrant pill bloomed and the fragrance overflowed, and the more he chewed, the more delicious it became.

Zhou Zimo's skin was fairer than snow, but now his red lips were stained with the cream of Xiangwan, which was quite attractive.

Dong Yingxia suddenly felt flustered.

Zhou Zimo didn't realize it, seeing Dong Yingxia staring into his mouth, he guessed that he also wanted to taste the taste of Xiangwan.

Looking at the empty porcelain bottle, there was only one incense pill.

Without even thinking about it, she leaned forward and put the half-chewed incense ball into Dong Yingxia's mouth, then patted Dong Yingxia who was stupefied: "Why are you in a daze? Chew quickly, it's delicious."

Dong Yingxia was stunned for a while, thinking about the sweet and soft touch on her lips just now, her whole heart was beating like a drum.

Seeing him in a daze, Zhou Zimo was anxious and amused at the same time, stuck out his tongue to pry Dong Yingxia's lips and teeth open, fished the fragrant pill back into his mouth, chewed out the fragrant juice, and fed it into Dong Yingxia's mouth: "Is it fragrant or not?"

Dong Yingxia came back to her senses, covered her mouth in a hurry, nodded, and responded muffledly: "Xiang..."

Zhou Zimo licked his lips, still thinking: "What kind of incense pill is this? Why is it so fragrant?"

This fragrant pill is made by finely grinding hundreds of kinds of fragrant flowers such as Osmanthus osmanthus and lotus stamens, herbs such as licorice and calamus, and fragrant fruits such as orange pomelo and wild jujube, and then add honey, mix well, and pestle a thousand times to make it. into pills.

Wrap it with gold foil, pack it with raw silk, hang it in Choshi, do not let it sink to the bottom, boil the heavy soup for more than ten times, take out the fragrant pills, add rose water and mash them again, and make pills again.

Take another goose pear, gouged out the core, put the fragrant balls in it, steam three times, peel the goose pear, mash the pear meat and fragrant pills together, make pills and add oil, seal with peach petals for seven days.

After taking a pill in your mouth, you will feel the fragrance of your mouth for five days, your body for ten days, and your clothes for fifteen days.

Zhou Zimo's eyes were shining, and he pestered Dong Yingxia to ask questions.

Smelling the scent of Zhou Zimo's lip balm at the end of her nose, Dong Yingxia's mind was full of red-scented rhetoric such as "the lips are not moving, but the lip balm is fragrant", "the lips are full of cherry blossoms, and the pomegranate teeth are fragrant"...

I just felt that my face was going to burn, and I couldn't answer a word, so I covered my face with my sleeve, stumbled and ran away...