Yan Xiao's Strange Records

Xiaoqi, who was leaning against the pillar, was full of bitter eyes. She didn't expect that she, a princess, would be plotted by her uncle Wang to hide in the mountains and fields. Su Heng, who was against her tit for tat, was now half dead, and her wife's whereabouts are still unknown.

I really miss the days when I was in Yanyin. At that time, there was still a senior brother, who always had a novel look on his face, and was infinitely tolerant of himself.

You can also quarrel with Su Heng. Every time Su Heng is speechless by himself, the master smiles and persuades him to make peace, and the fragrant wine of "Zui Yi Xuan" often arouses the glutton in my stomach... ...but these things have so quickly become a thing of the past...

"Hehe, why is Miss Seven sad alone? The fast meal is ready, help me arrange it."

Miao Zhu Jiang Bo hunched over, took the food, and came to Xiao Qi's side with a smile.

He, the priest of the Kuzhu Temple, is over fifty years old, although his legs and feet are somewhat inconvenient, his spirit is trembling and his spirit is radiant.

Xiao Qi hurriedly wiped away her tears with her sleeves, and took the food from Jiang Bo's hand. "It's just that I'm homesick. I'll make Jiang Bo laugh at you."

"What's so funny about being homesick? It means that Miss Seven has someone she cares about. She's like me alone, guarding this temple all day long." Jiang Bo said with a sneer, seeing that the young master who had been seriously injured and comatose for many days had got up.

"Young master is healed? That day I saw blood all over your body, but I was frightened. Fortunately, Mr. Ye has rejuvenated. I don't know what kind of magic medicine he used to heal your wound."

Su Heng stood up reluctantly while supporting the bed curtain, and bowed to Uncle Jiang.They had nowhere to go, were wounded, fainted, and were still covered in blood. Fortunately, Jiang Bo was kind and willing to take them in, not afraid of getting into trouble.

"Thanks to Uncle Jiang for your care these days, Su Heng can't repay you. When I return to Yanyin, I will definitely give you a thousand gold to repay your kindness."

Jiang Bo placed the bowls and chopsticks to commit the crime, looked at the pale but still stubborn young man, and waved his hands: "I don't want any reward from you, I saw the little girl crying with pear blossoms in the rain that day, you obviously experienced It was a fierce battle, but there was no fierce light in your eyes, so I guess you are definitely not villains.

I don’t need the daughter, it’s just that my temple has been in disrepair for a long time, and it leaks every rainy day. I’m too old and I’m afraid I won’t be able to get on the roof. The young masters will come back when they recover. If you can help me, the old man, repair it It's all right. "

After Jiang Bo finished speaking, he took out a bottle of wine from the bamboo basket, poured out a glass, and placed it in front of the Bitter Bamboo Temple.He walks tremblingly but still looks devout, revering like a god.

Su Heng looked at the statue. He had never seen the god carved in the statue. It was clearly a young man with a weak crown and a white feather coat.Secretly stunned, what kind of god is this...

Just as he was about to ask Jiang Bo about it, there was a loud thunder, dark clouds covered the sky, and a torrential rain came. In an instant, the house was shaken by the wind and rain, and everything was baptized in the rain.

Ye Yunxiao noticed a few drops of water dripping from his face, and looked up at the roof. Sure enough, the temple had been in disrepair for a long time and was unable to withstand the storm.

The statue's shoulders were also soaked instantly, Jiang Bo anxiously slapped his thigh, and hurriedly took off his robe.

"It's broken, the roof is leaking again, I'm going to rush to repair the roof." While putting his robe on the statue, he looked around for tools, his legs and scripts were not very slick, but he kept moving at a faster pace bamboo ladder.

"Jiang Bo, it's not a problem. The rainstorm comes quickly and it will be harvested quickly. Besides, this statue is not made of mud, so it won't be a problem if it gets soaked for a while." Xiao Qi stopped Jiang Bo who was about to go out.

Jiang Bo shook his head, still stubbornly refusing to leave, pushed Xiaoqi away and rushed into the rain curtain, put the ladder on the eaves, and tremblingly climbed up.

"I've never seen such a stubborn old man. I can help you fix the roof." Ye Yunxiao picked up the tools on the ground and jumped onto the roof.

With Xiao Qi's support, Jiang Bo finally went down the stairs, but he was still standing in the rain, watching Ye Yunxiao complete the repairs without blinking his eyes before going back to the house.

"Ah, the rain in late autumn is really cold. What is the origin of this statue of Uncle Jiang? Why are you so nervous?" Ye Yunxiao said vaguely as he took the ginger soup that Uncle Jiang handed over.

Everyone also looked at the statue. The statue still looked like a teenager, neither happy nor sad, without any emotion.Why is it that the nearby villagers regard him as a god, and even Jiang Bo, who is old and weak, sacrifices his life to guard the statue.

Jiang Bo poured a glass of wine to the statue, and then sprinkled the wine on the ground.The candlelight reflected the deep and shallow wrinkles on his face, covering his whole body in an orange light. The wind and rain outside remained the same, even more violent than before.

Just listen to Jiang Bo's turbid voice: "I was as young as you before. At that time, I felt that the sky was high and the earth was big, and I had countless impulses. Until that day, I accidentally came to this bitter bamboo temple, and I couldn't move my eyes any longer. Come on, back then I was just a fisherman who made a living out of fishing...

The people of the Jiangfeng tribe lived on fishing for generations. He was successful in his studies and his family was poor, so he inherited his father's last wish and made a living by fishing.

He is different from ordinary fishermen, he never fishes during the day, but only loves fishing at midnight.

Every time before fishing, I bring a wine vessel, drink a big white by the river, and then respect the big white in the river.

Only then did he get off the net, his friends all said he was a weirdo, but those who were with him got nothing, Du Jiangfeng returned with a basket full.

"It's really weird, Jiang Feng, do you have any unique fishing skills? Why do you return with a full basket every time, and I don't catch anything." Unexpectedly, they scattered grass and tree roots, and threw them back into the river angrily.

Jiang Feng threw the fish in the net into the wooden bucket, and said, "What's unique about it? My old man didn't teach me these skills. It's nothing special. If you write patiently, there may be many fish on my side. Will swim to your side."

Jiang Feng comforted his friend and said that he originally wanted to study to gain fame, but it would take half a year to travel to Yanyin and back. In addition, he needed a lot of money to prepare for a group of people. His father passed away unexpectedly, and his younger siblings were still young. How can I bear to make my mother work hard, so I have to shoulder the burden of the family. Fortunately, I have fishing skills. Every time I fish, I return with a full load and barely make ends meet.

"Fishing is hard work. I can't bear it. Did you think about what I mentioned to you last time? Now that I am all in peace, the king is eager to seek talents, so he ordered Prime Minister Yan to build a recruiting hall. It is to recruit talented people, Jiang Feng, you and I have been classmates for several years, I know your talents, if you and I went to Yanyin together to seek an official position, it would be better than fishing in this small mountain village If you are born strong, you will never be able to get ahead."

Zhu Yun suggested that Zhu Yun is the son of the local village chief, and he knows Jiang Feng better than Jiang Feng. He completely regards Jiang Feng as a close friend. The true fisherman couldn't help but want to give him a hand.

Jiang Feng sighed softly and looked towards the dark and misty river. "Brother Zhu, it's not because I am willing to degenerate. My siblings are still young, and I really can't bear the hard work of my mother. Yanyin is a big city, and it will definitely require a lot of trouble. I am afraid I will not be able to bear it. How can I expect the life of a phoenix branch?" Brother, go to Yanyin yourself, don't worry about me, if you return to your hometown in brocade clothes one day, just ask for a glass of wedding wine."

What Jiang Feng said was helpless, and it was true. Everyone in his family's Jingjing Village knew about it. At the moment, he only wanted to raise his younger brothers and sisters to grow up, so he could say anything.

Zhu Yun didn't force it, seeing another pile of weeds he had fished up made him feel even more depressed, so he picked up the wine glass and took a sip: "Since Xiaofeng insists on doing this, I can't force it. I will treat you well when I come back, and I will tell you all the anecdotes about the celebrities in Yanyin." The two clinked glasses, and everything was in the cups;

Zhu Yun looked at the misty river, which was always covered with fog, and couldn't help worrying: "There are many drowning ghosts in the river, you should not come out fishing so late, if you are caught by those drowning ghosts, they will inevitably take your life, so it's better to be careful." .”

Jiang Feng laughed loudly: "When did you still believe in these ghosts and ghosts? They are so strange and distracted. These days, I can barely survive these days because of night fishing. Don't believe those nonsense remarks. My wife should be anxious , you go back quickly, don't make my wife angry and blame me." Zhu Yun made a ghostly appearance, put away the fishing net and walked home angrily.

In the middle of the night, Jiang Feng was a little sleepy, and felt drowsy. He forced himself to drink a big white to clear his mind.

He vaguely saw a young man in a white feather coat standing beside the river. The young man looked at him and squinted his eyes, as if he was sniffing something.

Jiang Feng realized that the wine glass in his hand had a strong aroma, and the young man must have found it by smelling it.

"Young master, why don't you drink together? Slowly, you will meet a bosom friend in the long night." Jiang Feng invited, but the young man was not restrained, and he arrived at the pavilion in two or three steps, still twitching his nostrils, sniffing the aroma of the wine in Jiang Feng's hand, With an intoxicated face, he was clearly a little alcoholic.

Just as Jiang Feng was about to invite him to the table, he suddenly felt the back of his hand go cold. A hand as white as jade was attached to the back of his hand. He took his unfinished wine glass. The young man raised his head and drank it all in one gulp. With ruddy cheeks, slightly red eye sockets, and peach-colored brows, Jiang Feng felt contented, his head was rumbling and his heart was pounding.

"It's really good wine, I want more!" The young man, You Qi, stretched out his glass to beg for wine.

His voice was soft and waxy, with a sticky tone, and his face was close to Jiang Feng's. His face was fresh and pretty, and his skin was as delicate as fine enamel.

Jiang Feng had never seen such a lovely person before, his hands trembled unconsciously, and almost knocked over the jug, the young man held his big hands again, still feeling cold and soft.

"Be careful, don't spill the good wine." The young man reprimanded him. Seeing a few drops from the wine pot on the stone table, he stretched out his slender fingers and dipped the wine into his mouth. The petals are generally bright and dripping, which makes people move their index fingers.

Jiang Feng was in a daze and grabbed the young man's hand. "The stone table is dirty, I'll pour you wine." Her cheeks were as red as clouds.