Master, he is nice and soft

"Brother too."

He Xingzhang, who had recovered his big form, was at peace. Jiang Yan didn't know what to say because of the harmonious atmosphere of brothers and sisters. He only heard Yan Huajing cough, swallowing the broken peanuts in his mouth.

He Xingzhang raised his eyebrows slightly, "Brother seems to be luckier now?"

Hearing that, Jiang Yan's head was full of question marks, what does this mean?

Aware of his doubts, He Xingzhang turned around and lowered his head and said softly: "It's a long story."

Jiang Yan settled down, and He Xingzhang will find time to tell him a story later.

After being choked by his junior brother, Yan Huajing didn't react too much. Instead, he turned his attention to Jiang Yan who was standing on the right of He Xingzhang. A pair of rather soft eyes swept him from head to toe, and spit out a sentence words:

"This seems to be Venerable Master Qingyun?"

Wow, it's a bit scary to be called a respected master. Jiang Yan didn't know how to respond, because in terms of seniority, he should actually call Yan Huajing a senior brother. Although Yan Huajing is not very famous in the cultivation world, But according to his past impressions, Yan Huajing can be regarded as an outstanding disciple under Suihua Immortal Lord, so it is really unbearable for such a person to call him a respected teacher.

"Yes, but Jiang Yan is also my Taoist companion."

He Xingzhang pushed aside the chair with his toes, and signaled Jiang Yan to sit down first, then lifted the hem of his robe and sat down next to Jiang Yan.

The word "Taoist couple" seemed to really hit Yan Huajing's heart. His expression was indescribable for a moment, and he looked up at He Xingzhang sadly, "Why do you have a Taoist couple?"

Tsk, it seems that single dogs who hate to marry always look like this. Jiang Yan suppressed his smile and stayed by He Xingzhang's side obediently.

Yan Huajing's eyes widened, and his eyes moved back and forth on the two of them repeatedly. Finally, he drank three bowls of wine vigorously, and said angrily, "Why did you suddenly return to Poyuan Mountain?"

Turning back to the topic, Jiang Yan still didn’t move. He had agreed with Lao He before the matter and let the other party make it clear. After all, he didn’t have much friendship with Yan Huajing, and suddenly asked someone to accompany him to a place that was obviously wrong. Adventure, after all, cannot be justified.

The teahouse was quite lively, although Yan Huajing's location was relatively remote, he could still hear the loud discussions of people at the next table.

The storyteller on the stage was still talking about the glorious past of Poyuan Mountain Suihua Immortal, but the tea drinkers sitting far away had already discussed other things.

"Hey, have you heard? The Jiang family's ancestral house in Biting, Ningzhou next door, has had strange movements in recent days!"

"The Jiang family? Hasn't it been destroyed for many years? Why do you care about this?"

"That's what I said, but I still don't know what happened back then. It is said that something went wrong in the house recently. My aunt's son-in-law's grandniece is from Linxian County. Xian County has sent some senior sisters to visit Jiang’s house, even Linxian County in Hangzhou has sent people, what do you think?”

He Xingzhang stepped on the tail of this sentence, and gave Yan Huajing a look.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Yan saw Yan Huajing thinking for a while with that amiable and handsome face that didn't seem to match his painting style, and turned his head slightly to look at Jiang Yan, with a clear look in his eyes.

?How did you figure it out? Wait? ?

Even if Bitingjiang's family is mentioned in the extremely ingenious tea guest trick, even if he is also surnamed Jiang, it can almost be inferred that he is from Bitingjiang's family, but this is still a little bit far from the real theme. What's the distance?

"You want me to accompany you?" Yan Huajing sipped the fragrant Nurhong, raised his eyebrows and looked at He Xingzhang.

"Yes, but we didn't know what happened there recently. The reason why we have this idea of ​​leaving is not convenient to say here."

"Then go back to the mountain and talk about it."

Yan Huajing is very happy, anyway, their master has already ascended to immortality, and the other senior brothers are also going their separate ways. Today, Poyuan Mountain is really in charge of him, and he has brought his daughter Hong together. Put into Qiankun bag, greeted Jiang Yan master and apprentice to follow him up the mountain.

After sending a message to Elder Li Mu, the three of them went back to Poyuan Mountain on the outskirts of the city with the formula of running quickly.

Breaking far and breaking far, although the name has a bit of momentum, it is essentially an extremely beautiful and ordinary mountain. At least Jiang Yan is standing at the foot of the mountain at the moment. From his current point of view, he really can't. Match the Poyuan Mountain, which is said to have produced many Dacheng monks, with this ordinary mountain bag.

Actually, it's not like he hasn't been here before, he once came with He Xingzhang when he and He Xingzhang first got married, and also visited the then Venerable Master Suihua.

But even if there were no strange peaks in the Poyuan Mountain back then, he could still feel the awe-inspiring righteousness contained in it. He was not used to it for a few days at that time, but now the Poyuan Mountain, only the thin frost and snow on the branches can make people feel Some emotional swings.

There is no special feeling of any monk's residence at all.

But this is also very good. Jiang Yan scratched He Xingzhang's palm, and his fingertips touched a little snowflakes flying in the sky. The coldness of the snow made He Xingzhang's palm warmer.

From a long distance, Jiang Yan saw a large and beautiful elegant courtyard, and there was a chubby snowman piled up in front of the door. Yan Huajing took off his thick cloak hat, revealing his gentle and handsome face, and turned his head to face him. The younger brother and the younger sister-in-law shouted:

"Are you two hungry? I'll make some brown sugar ginger water."

He Xingzhang nodded, then held Jiang Yan's fingers and stepped on the snow on the steps in front of the court, walked into the hall, and activated the formation in the room with ease, and the formation with a warm yellow light covered the whole place at once. room.

Jiang Yan walked up to He Xingzhang and raised his hand to untie the strap of his fur robe, brushing away the snowflakes from his hair, and He Xingzhang pinched his earlobe.

The weather is so cold, I don't know why Lao He is still like a big stove.

This large courtyard is quite elegantly designed. The hall where they are now has an arched window, and outside the window is a red plum tree, which is just about to bloom.

Brother Yan moved swiftly, and soon came over with three steaming bowls of ginger-flavored brown sugar water. Jiang Yan took the thick porcelain bowl from He Xingzhang with both hands, which was just enough to warm his right hand, which was a little numb from the cold. Stiff fingers.

His current physique is really rubbish. If it were replaced by Xiao Jiang, a social animal, he would still be strong enough to roll in the snow.

——It's all based on breath without any abc numbers.

But now he is too delicate, Wa God, Jiang Yan complained to himself while trying to drink ginger soup.

Then it got burned.

Although fine didn't come with his physique or anything, the setting that drinking hot soup will definitely be scalded to the first bite is life and death.

He hissed, and stopped wanting to drink soup in a hurry, but prepared to squat quietly while listening to his old He's summary report and future plans.

But as soon as he raised his head, He Xingzhang stuffed him with a cold and sweet candy, and then got a kiss on his forehead. Then He Xingzhang turned his head to talk business with Yan Huajing, who was full of thoughts.

"Jiang Wei, the owner of Huiqing Pavilion, was possessed by the ghost of Jiang Heng, the ancestor of the Jiang family, and is still in a coma. Jiang Yan and I suspect that there will be information related to this incident in the Jiang family's ancestral house, and we plan to look for it. .”

"But what happened in the Jiang family's ancestral house back then is really weird. Both Jiang Yan and I feel that if the senior brother is willing to accompany him, it will be much safer."

……

The snow outside the house seemed to be falling heavily again, and Jiang Yan couldn't see clearly the line of the eaves opposite the window.

Yan Huajing didn't react much. After listening to He Xingzhang's words, he nodded and agreed after pondering for a few seconds, but it was really sudden that he wanted to prepare something, so Jiang Yan and He Zhizhang stayed on Poyuan Mountain.

Elder Li Mu was reluctant to get off the boat, and Jiang Yan had no choice but to stack a few more layers of the cold protection formation on the spirit boat, wrapped in a fur robe and ran back to the room that Yan Huajing had tidied up for them.

In the room, He Xingzhang was taking off his coat. Seeing him coming back, he hurriedly came over to take off his robe, bent down, hugged him in his arms, and sat beside the hearth, holding Jiang Yan's cold fingers to cover it.

He almost poured the spiritual power directly into his body. Jiang Yan was very satisfied with his service, and he nestled in He Xingzhang's arms and didn't even bother to say anything.

"Master, do you know, this house is where I lived before."

In private, He Xingzhang would always call him Master in a soft voice like now when he was warm with him, even Jiang Yanyue Huang's countless old crooks couldn't resist the sudden attacks from time to time.

And it's obvious that he wants to talk to him about the things before the two met, although it's not unspoken.

"The last time I came here, I stayed in the guest room, right?"

Jiang Yan twisted her waist and straightened her body, kissed the corner of He Xingzhang's mouth, and leaned sideways on his raised thigh.

This small action of his made He Xingzhang's heart weak, and he lowered his head and rubbed his forehead.

"At that time, my master insisted that I abide by etiquette and insisted that I was not allowed to live closer to you."

Who would have thought that this little apprentice with thick eyebrows and big eyes would even climb over the window to get into his bed in the middle of the night, Jiang Yan complained, and, having done everything at that time, He Xingzhang also bullied Master Suihua for having a good impression of him .

He was still thinking wildly, but suddenly his neck felt hot, and He Xingzhang didn't know when he loosened his belt, pulled down his collar, and planted a wet kiss on the little red mole.

There was a burning stove in the room, and the air was warm, but Jiang Yan could only feel the body temperature of the person beside him.

But he felt very relieved.

He and He Xingzhang exchanged a lingering kiss, He Xingzhang panted heavily, and raised his hand to set up a sound-proof barrier.

"?"

"Senior brother just told me not to poke his sore feet again."

"You are really a good junior."

"It's also Master who taught well."

Silent all night.

When he opened his eyes again, Jiang Yan was wrapped in his arms by the big stove, and his whole body was warm. He turned his head and looked at Da He, who was still sleeping, and got off the bed lightly, rolled up a thick robe, and planned to go outside the house. Play in the snow for a while.

#Southern Persistence

There is also a red plum planted in this small yard, and on the top of the tree there is a stalk flower, which is blooming in full bloom against the frost and snow.

Jiang Yan reached out to touch off the snow on the buds, and put it under the tip of his nose to smell if there was any fragrance, only to hear a few footsteps.

He turned his head, Yan Huajing was holding some food and a bowl of hot soup, looking at him with a little smile.

"You have some other reasons for returning to Biting this time, and it's related to yourself."

Holding the hot soup, Jiang Yan sat on the cushion in the house and chatted with Yan Huajing.

"How does brother know?"

"I still know a little bit about what happened before, that is, the night when Master and Xing Zhang went to save you."