Bai Yujing

The moon is white and the wind is clear, and the willow shoots are green.

The little nobleman in the red shirt of Dansha tugged off his veil, and hurriedly knocked on the door in the inner room, "My lord, the aunts and aunts in the main hall are not well, go and have a look!"

The door was opened from the inside, and only a young man in a thin spring shirt was sitting in front of the desk, surrounded by neatly stacked medical books.

The vine that was used to open the door just now slowly retracted into his sleeve, and he held the scroll in his right hand, and smiled at the person, with a face like a crown of jade, like a bright moon in his arms, and said kindly: "Wen Han, take a breather before talking."

Wen Han was powerless to slander that his young master had to use fairy arts to open the door. He was so tired that he drank all the tea in his cup, regardless of whether it was old tea or not, and just repeated it.

Lin Yan frowned slightly when he heard the words, like a flaw on the white wall, "Since it's too late, I can only ask for a glazed lamp."

"My lord!" Wen Han stood up abruptly, "That's what Madam left for you to save your life!"

In the year Lin Yan was born, his mother passed away due to illness. Before she left, she left behind a glazed lamp, wrapped in gold threads, round and transparent, with a faint purple light inside.

Burning incense to the moon and praying to the glazed lamp three times, all wishes will come true.

The wish-like spiritual weapon has always been recognized as the most difficult magic weapon to cast, not to mention the profound skills required, and the materials are also very expensive.

And no matter what kind of wishing artifact, it can only be used once, and then it will be broken into pieces by itself.

In addition, even a little inattentiveness will make the effect of making a wish very different from that of praying.

And this glazed lamp is an unmistakable spiritual weapon in the rumors of the world. It was a gift from a close friend of my wife who lived in seclusion before her death, so it is extremely precious.

When Lin Yan had reached the peak of cultivation, he was ordered by his master and his father to take Wenhan on a tour of the rivers and lakes in the Ming Dynasty, and secretly arrested the rebels.

It was the first time he entered Kyushu, the master didn't tell him how to find the traitor, as long as he acted as public as possible, the traitor would come to him when the time came.

He simply used celestial art to get the name of a genius doctor, but unexpectedly, this genius doctor had only been in office for a month, and then he ran into the plague village that smashed the signboard.

The plague in this village was extremely strange, Lin Yan treated all the infected people, and Wenhan and Wenhan exhausted ancient books and immortal methods, but still could not find a solution.

"Ask Han," Lin Yan said casually with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "If I have to rely on such things to save my life, wouldn't these years of cultivation be a joke?"

"People's lives are at stake now, and there are ways to deal with future events." His eyes fell on Wenhan's baby face, "It's not our Wenhan's style to worry about the sky."

Wen Han knew that persuasion was useless, so he had to let him go. Besides, he was like Lin Yan in his heart, and he couldn't turn a blind eye to the dying person.

He and Lin Yan have known each other since childhood, and being able to work together as Lin Yan's subordinates is not only because of his outstanding talent, but also because of the little connection between him and Lin Yan.

Lin Yan glanced at Wen Han's expression, and didn't hesitate any more.Lightly touch the jasper ring worn on the index finger, and then the huge portable space opens.

He took the glazed lamp directly from the middle and placed it on the table, concentrating on the ring for a moment, and immediately returned to its original state.

Wen Han exchanged a glance with him, and pushed open the wooden window.Lin Yan took the incense stick from his hand and placed it on a candle with a blue flame, and the white smoke curled up from the center of the incense burner.

"Just ask for a prescription, which can cure the plague in Liujialing."

After praying three times, the moonlight gathered into bunches, and all of them were drawn into the glazed lamp, and then spun and flew at a very high speed, accompanied by small crackling sounds.

The absorbed moonlight lifted the glazed lamp like a cloud of smoke, filling the room with moonlight for a while, as bright as day.

The transparent and pure glazed lamp exploded and turned into debris all over the sky.

A strange dark purple water mist appeared in the pitch-black sky, and it fell into dust in just a moment.

The gorgeous and bright light is then released, dazzling and pure, burning like burning, making people fascinated for no reason.

Lin Yan lowered his eyes subconsciously, and put a vine barrier to protect Wen Han's eyes. When he raised his eyes again, the glass beads had disappeared, and there was only a man with black silk and long hair hanging like ink on the imperial concubine's couch.

The man was leaning on the bed, his neckline was half open, and a layer of indigo tulle was slightly wrapped around the black shirt.

The forearm as white as jade was bent to the side of the ear, and the eyes were quietly closed. The thick eyelashes like crow feathers covered the eyes, reflecting the thin lips that were bright red like blood, revealing a bit of captivating coquettishness for no reason.

Wenhan, who was full of expectations, stared at the man who appeared inexplicably, and said in disbelief, "Isn't the glazed lamp a magic weapon for wishing that is said to never go wrong?"

This feeling is like buying a counterfeit with ten thousand taels of gold and letting a treasure appraiser smash it with a hammer. No matter how beautiful the face of the person in front of him is, he can't help but make Wen Han's face stiffen with pain.

Lin Yan shook his head, pondered for a while, he spread out his palm, a clear light flashed between his slender fingers, and then a leaf of orchid landed in the center.

He casually handed it over, "Ask Han," Lin Yan confessed, "Go and tickle him."

Wen Han put away Xizi's gesture of holding his heart, finally calmed down, went straight to the man, and touched the tip of his nose with the orchid.

A moment before the contact, Wen Han's wrist was grabbed suddenly, he withdrew his strength, and raised his head in surprise.

The person who did it lightly opened his eyelids, like an extremely gorgeous poppy blooming in the depths of the auspicious clouds, dangerous and charming.

He looked at Wen Han who was not struggling in vain, let go of his hand comfortably, and took the orchid from him.

The man smiled at the corner of his mouth, holding the orchid in his plain hand, his eyes followed Wen Han's figure and fell on Lin Yan, "Jianlan's national soul?"

"Your Excellency has good eyesight." Lin Yan replied.

He stretched his body in a leisurely manner, sat up from the couch, twitched the fragile flower branch in his hand with his fingertips, and asked lazily, "Who are you?"

"Your Excellency, you can call me Lin Yan."

The man nodded slightly, and reported his family name, "Shi Tianqing, you can call me Brother Shi."

"Do you know who my young master studied under?" Wen Han asked sharply, "We can't call him senior brother, why do you have the face to be so presumptuous?"

"Oh?" Shi Tianqing became interested, "Who did your young master learn from?" He clearly asked Wenhan, but his eyes fell directly on Lin Yan's face, and he didn't leave it for a moment, as if he was real.

"Ask about the cold," Lin Yan said in a warm voice, "Master Shi didn't mean that." He turned to Shi Tianqing and said, "Master lives in seclusion all year round, and prefers to rest on stones to wash water, so it is inconvenient to tell the name."

Wen Han on the side heard the words "Pillow the stone and wash the stream", and silently twitched the corners of his mouth.

"It's okay, I'm not very interested in the old men in the mountains." Shi Tianqing said casually, "I heard your prayer for the glazed lamp just now."

"Are you the lamp spirit?" Lin Yan asked.

Shi Tianqing blew on the thin flowers and leaves in his hand, and suddenly looked at Lin Yan, "I am a monster who has been sealed by this glazed lamp for thousands of years."

Lin Yan met his gaze, "Then, would you like to help me, Your Excellency?"

"Of course." Shi Tianqing said lazily, "But I don't make money-losing business."

Lin Yan saw that Shi Tianqing seemed to be extremely focused on the orchid, and simply said: "If you like the soul of the country, I promise you that the sea of ​​flowers for ten miles will not wither all year round."

"Why bother to look far away," Shi Tianqing looked down at the bright orchid, and the soothing fragrance lingered all over his body, "I have a unparalleled orchid in front of me, how can I care about this stupid thing that doesn't understand love, hate, and ignorance?"

As soon as the words fell, the Jianlan national soul in his hand lost water and withered in an instant, turning into a dark yellow drooping dried flower.

Shi Tianqing didn't care much about throwing it away, "I just don't know, Mr. Lin is willing to feed a tiger with his body?"

Lin Yan raised his eyes, and saw that Shi Tianqing's eyes were suddenly sharp, falling directly between his pupils, like a sword intent with a cold light.

"Allow me to have sex in bed, and I will promise you everything after that."

The deceptive voice was slightly hoarse with desire.

"I will give you life too."

Lin Yan chuckled, breaking through the ambiguous fog.

"Sexy ghost?"

"What a disappointment," Shi Tianqing sighed, and took off the Soul-Binding Curse, bringing along the charming atmosphere around him.

"I still want to see Mr. Lin, who looks like a banished fairy, voluntarily undresses in front of me." He licked his lips with a bit of regret, "What a wonderful sight it would be."

"Are you a flamboyant ghost?" Wen Han didn't see the back and forth between the two of them, only remembering his son's words, and his mouth opened wide in shock.

"Ah Yan said I am what I am." Shi Tianqing smiled lowly, "Take me to see your old sick ghosts, or it will be hopeless."

"How can you call my son like that?" Wen Han argued.

"I mean brat," Shi Tianqing said, "Aren't you afraid that I will steal your young master's heart?" He lifted Wenhan's chin, "This is not good, your young master will be my guest on the bed sooner or later."

A cyan gleam flickered, and the verdant ivy snaked up Shi Tianqing's wrist to the neck at a high speed, tightened rapidly, Shi Tianqing's pupils shrank slightly, Shi Shiran withdrew his hand, smiled and said to Lin Yan: "It seems that Ah Yan is not I like to hook up with others."

"You—" Wen Han struggled away, his eyes full of disbelief, "What did you do to me just now, why I couldn't cast spells, as if I was frozen?"

"If you don't have this trick, how can you coax people to sleep?" Shi Tianqing's eyes were picturesque, with a bit of satisfaction.

He just said, how could the pinnacle Soul Binding Curse not be cast after a dream?

Thinking this way, he glanced at Lin Yan calmly.

"Wen Han," Lin Yan turned a blind eye to his gaze, "don't pay attention to him."

"What?" Shi Tianqing was displeased, "Is it the same way that immortal cultivators form cliques to exclude people?"

As soon as the words were finished, a hidden weapon came with the sound of the wind, Shi Tianqing moved extremely quickly, raised two fingers together, and intercepted the hidden weapon by his lips.

"It's boring to make dirty tricks." He said with a smile.

"Would you like to see it again?"

A little bit of wetness stained his fingertips, Shi Tianqing turned his head to look, and there was a crack in his chic expression.

"Grape?

Wen Han's eyes flicked across Lin Yan's calm face, and he couldn't help laughing.

The instigator said to Shi Tianqing solemnly: "Look at your idle talk."

"..."

Shi Tianqing quickly collected his emotions, and with a somewhat unruly smile, he casually threw the grape into his mouth, smacking out a puddle of sweet water, "Then thank you, Ah Yan."

With that said, he went to the main hall.Soft mattresses are spread all over the surroundings, separating one bed after another.

Half of the patient with distorted face had lost the strength to struggle, and his eyes were half-closed, as if he was dying.

"I came here half a month ago, so the plague was rampant, so I stayed here to help," Lin Yan shook his head, "It's a pity that I have tried all the magic medicines I have, but none of them work. It didn't work either."

"Because this is not a plague," Shi Tianqing looked at the person in front of him, and commented without emotion: "The poison has penetrated into the bones."

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The author has something to say:

I’m back again~ 1 years have passed and I’m actually still saving manuscripts hhh I don’t know if all my readers have left qwq

I wanted to check something on the website today and found that my account has been restricted because I haven’t logged in for too long, and then Ah Jin said that I will continue to ban me if I don’t post within 48 hours... So this article is so sloppy without counting any auspicious days. Open more.

Although this article has not been finished yet, I really like this article. I have written it for a very long time, and I have carefully revised it and carefully considered it. The cycle of saving manuscripts was a little longer before, but Hope you all like it too!It doesn’t matter if you don’t like it, as long as I like it (狗头), I also have a favorite show recently. Babies who don’t like to watch ancient dramas can squat and maybe it will be online in the near future (Snow Cookies It is relatively simple to write, and there are not so many logical requirements for the foreshadowing of the plot, so there is no need to save too many drafts, and you can post while writing)

Ah, in addition, this article is Shuangjie, don’t get me wrong, someone can only talk about it ()