White-haired Demon Lord and Senior Brother

◎Chop off a section of broken thoughts◎

The two climbed up the steps, walked to the end, stood in front of the door, and saw that the iron ring on the door was pierced by a chain, and a copper lock was hung on both ends of the chain.

Zhu Yanfeng said helplessly: "The door here is locked, we probably won't be able to get in."

Huang Yan glanced at the brass lock in front of him, held it in his hand, and fiddled with it. After a while, the brass lock was released, and he immediately untied the chain and opened the door.

Zhu Yanfeng was surprised: "Your hands are amazing, how did you open the lock?"

Huang Yan replied: "Because it's not locked, someone has been here before, maybe it's because they suddenly went back to work, so let's leave temporarily."

Entering the waterside pavilion, the room is a bit dark, with gauze curtains and many long strings of golden lotus flowers and golden bells hanging, as long as the strings of golden lotus flowers and golden bells are touched a little, there will be crisp bells.There are nine lamps standing in every corner, and the portraits of the previous four generations of Qingluan City Lords are still hanging on the snow-white walls. A few sticks of incense are still burning in the incense cauldron.

The two walked into the depths while taking a look. Huang Yan turned his head and saw Zhu Yanfeng thoughtful, so he reminded: "Do you remember? This is the place where we secretly dated back then."

Zhu Yanfeng immediately turned his head back, met Huang Yan's eyes, and gradually recalled - back then, in this hidden place, he and Huang Yan secretly undressed and undressed to let go of their lovesickness, but until that day, when he was suddenly approached The enshrined female messenger found out.

Huang Yan stepped in front of Zhu Yanfeng, picked up the string of golden lotus flowers and golden bells in front of him, and kissed Zhu Yanfeng's cheek lightly, which made Zhu Yanfeng stunned for a while, but he just smiled, and then looked at the faces of the four former city lords at the same time. portrait.

Huang Yan suddenly asked seriously: "Have you ever regretted it? Back then, we were here..."

Zhu Yanfeng tilted his head, looked at Huang Yan, and replied seriously: "I don't regret it, because the matter is over and has gone with the time. If I want to regret it, it will hurt Yan'er's heart."

Huang Yan smiled towards the portrait, with a bit of rebellion in his eyes, Zhu Yanfeng stretched out a hand, grabbed Huang Yan's wrist, and pulled him away.In front of you are several antique racks arranged in a serpentine shape, like a maze. Starting from the first ancient rack, there are various brocade boxes, small incense tripods, small incense burners, dust whisks, crystal cups, four treasures of the study, earthen pots and porcelain vases. On the antique shelf, there are small and scattered items, which seem to be the relics of the previous four generations of city lords. At the end of the ancient shelf, there are several large boxes, such as books, large items, and old clothes.

Huang Yan took a look, and said unhappy: "Things from hundreds of years ago are still here, and everyone is obviously dead. When I burned my things, it was so simple, but the relics of the previous four generations of city lords were reluctant to throw them away."

Zhu Yanfeng replied: "Maybe it is still used for sacrifice."

Huang Yan said bluntly: "After Liu Mufeng died, I never kept anything from him, and I never held a sacrifice for him. I just left the name of 'Mufeng Society'."

Zhu Yanfeng said: "It's a custom that has been passed down. If you worship saints, you will have spirits, and if you worship villains, you will have ghosts. Saints will become immortals, and everything will be blessed and prosperous.

Huang Yan persuaded: "Don't talk about it, if you talk about it again, I think you will have to recite scriptures next."

Zhu Yanfeng replied: "I suddenly remembered that when I was teaching Chinese in the Imperial College, I had a dark history..."

Huang Yan demanded: "Speak out and listen!"

Zhu Yanfeng said generously: "There are only you and me here, and only you know me."

Huang Yan urged: "So what kind of black history? Is it related to chanting scriptures?"

Zhu Yanfeng said: "As expected of Yan'er!... That day, when I opened the book, my mind suddenly became confused. After glancing at the words and sentences in the book, I read the first sentence of the Prajna Heart Sutra."

Huang Yan immediately said: "If I'm not wrong, those stupid students must have been scared to death." Then he was curious: "What did you do later?"

Zhu Yanfeng replied: "Of course they started class as if nothing had happened, but in that class, they were surprisingly quieter than ever."

Huang Yan answered: "If you are not quiet, you will have to copy and recite Buddhist scriptures."

While chatting and laughing, suddenly there was a sound of squatting from the steps outside, someone came upstairs!Zhu Yanfeng immediately took Huang Yan's hand, led him and ran out of the shelf, looked left and right in a panic, and finally broke out through the window!

Two young women wearing loose porcelain blue round-neck gowns, shoulders embroidered with ruyi miscellaneous treasures, silk waist protectors, silk belts and double hanging buns gently opened the door and walked into the room. Later, one of them saw a window open, and went out of the window curiously to have a look, but there was no strange figure, only hearing the crowing of gulls and herons in the distance, and closed the window.

"Perhaps those gull-herons came in by accident."

"If you don't lose something, it's not considered dereliction of duty."

The opened window covered Huang Yan and Zhu Yanfeng's figures, so they were not found. At this time, the two pressed their backs tightly against the wall, and the edge of the abutment protruding a few inches under their feet could only support their heels. It made the two of them crumble.

Huang Yan knew that they couldn't last long together, so he winked at Zhu Yanfeng. Zhu Yanfeng immediately understood, moved his heels carefully, and walked slowly towards the steps.But one of Huang Yan's feet accidentally slipped, and he stepped on a void, and his whole body immediately fell down.

Seeing this, Zhu Yanfeng hurriedly exclaimed 'Yan'er' in a low voice, and at the same time hurriedly stretched out his hand, but he didn't hold Huang Yan. He didn't even have a chance to touch Huang Yan's fingertips, and he just watched Huang Yan fall into the lake.

Accompanied by the loud sound of water and the huge splash of water, Huang Yan sank to the bottom of the lake, his silver-white long hair flowing in the water like flowing smoke, his plain white collared robe seemed to reveal his skin, and his red wide-sleeved cloak Like a flower that has just bloomed, he opened his eyes and watched the colorful streamer above the water, his body drifted with the water involuntarily, and slowly passed between the lotus stems, trying to grab something that could support him and get up , but couldn't catch anything, so he could only stretch out his hand desperately and swim upward desperately.

Before long, someone grabbed his hand tightly and lifted him up, dragged him out of the water, and pulled him into the boat, where he could breathe air.Zhu Yanfeng took out a handkerchief, wiped the water droplets on his face, and took off his cloak, and put it on his shoulders to protect him from the cold.

Huang Yan smiled: "The bottom of the lake is really beautiful."

Zhu Yanfeng was serious, and replied: "I'm almost scared to death, Yan'er still has the mood to joke..."

Huang Yan said: "It turns out that the lotus stem is so long, and the two of us stacked up are only half as long as it is. When the sun shines down, it looks like the colorful light of Shenque Terrace."

Zhu Yanfeng said: "I'm more worried about your body! Go back and change quickly, you can't be sick again." Then he held the long bamboo pole and punted the boat, and retreated the boat all the way to the shore of the lake.

Back at the Jinyun Building, Zhu Yanfeng hurriedly looked for a dry robe for Huang Yan.In the dormitory, Huang Yan took off his drenched robe, dried his body and hair strands with a dry and soft cloth towel, Zhu Yanfeng handed over the robes he had found one by one, and asked Huang Yan to put them on. Take the time to strap him on.

After changing clothes, Huang Yan picked up the half-wet cloak and asked, "Can't you just put it back on like this?"

Zhu Yanfeng took it in his hand, and said simply: "I'll go downstairs and roast it."

Huang Yan said: "By the way, take these drenched ones of mine down."

Zhu Yanfeng asked: "Do you want to roast it too?"

Huang Yan replied: "...washed."

Zhu Yanfeng took away his robes and went down the small building.

Huang Yan murmured: "How can I keep the clothes I've already worn until tomorrow..."

After a while, Huang Yan went downstairs and saw that Zhu Yanfeng had already put on the cloak and his own drenched robes were hanging on the bamboo poles high above.He couldn't help but said, "Isn't it sent to the laundry room?"

Zhu Yanfeng smiled and said, "I'll wash it for you."

Huang Yan thought for a while, and then became cunning: "Elder brother is free today, shouldn't he suddenly go back to the Elder Pavilion to do business?"

Zhu Yanfeng replied: "It's been half a day since we went out and came back, and it's almost time for dinner."

Huang Yan took Zhu Yanfeng's hand and left immediately: "Then let's go to the dining hall now."

Zhu Yanfeng said: "Go so early?"

Huang Yan replied: "Early is better! There are fewer people, and the food is served quickly!"

Zhu Yanfeng smiled, and accompanied him to quickly leave the Jinyun Building, walking on the long path.

As dusk approaches, the geese return to the island——

Yang Xinsu was still concentrating on practicing martial arts in a courtyard of Murong Mountain Villa, but this day was not practicing sword or boxing, but stepping on two stools with horse gait, each holding a heavy iron Scaling the weight, gritted his teeth and frowned, worked hard, practiced weightlifting, and sweat continued to overflow his forehead.

Wu Yan just hovered not far away, looking over from time to time to monitor Yang Xinsu's actions.Not long after, the attendant led Yang Qingyuan to come slowly, raised his hand to Wu Yan and saluted, and called out: "Young master. Mr. Qingyuan is here to ask to see the young master."

Hearing this, Wu Yan was slightly taken aback, hurriedly looked behind the attendant, and indeed saw Yang Qingyuan's figure.

Yang Qingyuan walked forward slowly, and said pleasantly: "Long time no see, this time I will trouble you to entertain me again."

Wu Yan shouted at Yang Xinsu: "You can rest!" After saying that, he immediately turned around and walked out of the courtyard. Yang Qingyuan followed closely without saying a word.

Wu Yan led Yang Qingyuan to walk along the path, and for a while, he didn't hear any voice behind him, only heard the subtle footsteps following behind him, he couldn't help but wondered: "You came to Yangui Island to look for me, why didn't you talk? "

Yang Qingyuan smiled and replied: "Don't you think, what if I just came to see you?"

Wu Yan said without expression: "If everyone is like you and comes to see people, then the Murong family will charge a visit fee, and each person will pay five taels of silver."

Yang Qingyuan couldn't help laughing, and replied: "Your jokes are not funny at all."

Wu Yan said seriously: "Don't laugh while saying it's not funny."

Afraid that he would get angry, Yang Qingyuan restrained himself, changed the subject tactfully, and asked, "Where's your cat? Why didn't you bring it with you today?"

Wu Yan replied: "I don't know where I ran to play or took a nap, but if I'm hungry, it will appear by itself."

Yang Qingyuan couldn't help saying: "You really don't worry about it..."

Wu Yan only said: "It's just a cat."

Yang Qingyuan said again: "I've been a little unlucky recently, I don't know if the mountains and rivers of Yangui Island can help me get rid of the bad luck?"

Wu Yan was stunned for a moment, then turned around: "Are you in trouble?"

Yang Qingyuan confessed: "I went back to the Xiyutai sub-helm in the middle of the night, encountered a murder case and was bumped into by the murderer and stained my coat, and then met Xue Muhua again, do you think it is unlucky?"

Wu Yan looked at Yang Qingyuan's calm and composed face in surprise, couldn't speak, and opened his lips for a moment: "You said you met a murder case and a murderer? It wouldn't be the serial case that has been unable to solve the case for several years. Strange case, right?"

Yang Qingyuan nodded: "That's right."

Wu Yan asked: "Then did you report it to the imperial court or Qingluan City?"

Yang Qingyuan smiled slightly: "Whether the murderer or the victim has nothing to do with the martial arts sect, that is to say, it has nothing to do with me, and it has nothing to do with you. It's just that the murderer stained my coat, which made me a little bit worried. I looked for it everywhere. No one will pay me."

Wu Yan replied: "People from the Murong family know the royal family and have some relationship with the royal family. If they have clues, they will definitely help. This is the morality of the world. I am curious about what happened to you that night."

Yang Qingyuan put one hand on Wu Yan's shoulder, leaned close to his face and said with a sly smile: "Then you plan to keep me as a guest for a few days?"

Wu Yan hastily raised his hands and gently pushed Yang Qingyuan, and looked at Yang Qingyuan's hand on his shoulder with the corner of his eyes, Yang Qingyuan withdrew his hand and calmed down a bit.Wu Yan then replied: "It all depends on your performance, but the Murong family will not stay for more than half a month at most, and seven days at most for uninvited visitors."

Yang Qingyuan said regretfully: "Xiyutai is busy with business, I will go back in less than seven days." Then he was lucky: "This time I came at the right time, counting the time, is the Murong family going to have dinner soon?"

Wu Yan replied: "That's why I saw you visiting my house at this time, I really don't want to talk to you..." Turned around and left.

Yang Qingyuan hurriedly asked, "Where are you going now?"

Wu Yan only said: "Go wash your hands, then sit down and wait for dinner!"

Yang Qingyuan asked: "Can you let me unload my luggage first?"

Wu Yan turned back and agreed: "I'll take you to where you live."

There is a stone jar at the back of the dining room. A thick and long bamboo tube stands beside this jar, and another bamboo tube is inserted horizontally into the top of this thick bamboo tube. Clean and clear spring water gushes out day and night. It just falls to the joint of the water-receiving bamboo tube, causing the water-receiving bamboo tube to bow its head, and the spring water falls into the stone jar below. The spring water that fills the jar overflows from time to time, nourishing the soil under the gravel road and the surrounding moss and flowers.

When the two came to the stone jar, Wu Yan rolled up his sleeves first, picked up the bamboo tube water scoop placed on the edge of the stone jar, scooped up spring water from the jar, and rinsed his free hand first.Yang Qingyuan took a look, then snatched the water ladle from his hand, and said to him, "Extend both hands."

Wu Yan immediately stretched out his two hands and put them together, the spring water immediately fell into the palm of his hand, he immediately rubbed his hands, when all the spring water in the water ladle was poured out, he turned his back to the bamboo tube and gently shook the water on his hand. Shui Zhu, looking back, saw Yang Qingyuan scoop up the spring water, and also grabbed the bamboo tube to scoop up the water, ready to pour water for Yang Qingyuan and wash his hands, but——Yang Qingyuan was stunned and didn't move.

Feeling strange, Wu Yan asked, "What's wrong?"

Yang Qingyuan stared at Wu Yan's hand holding the water scoop in the bamboo tube, and broke down slightly: "I just washed your hands for you, and you got dirty again..."

Wu Yan was speechless for a moment, then raised the water scoop, tapped the bottom of the bamboo tube on Yang Qingyuan's forehead, and blurted out dissatisfiedly: "You are so long-winded!"

Yang Qingyuan didn't care whether his forehead was hurt or not, he just shouted: "The bamboo tube is also dirty!"

Wu Yan was a little annoyed, so he quickly scooped up spring water from the stone jar, grabbed Yang Qingyuan's wrist, quickly rinsed his hands, put the bamboo tube water back to its original place, grabbed one of his arms, Force quickly pulled him away.