The priest is a loser

Dongfang Yun looked at him and said, "Because you are afraid that you will meet Mu Changxian."

Liu Qiu'an looked down at the bandaged forearm and muttered, "I don't have one!"

Dongfang Yun said: "You don't have to worry, I asked the landlord Qin, and he said that Mu Changxian is still in the Fengyu Tower."

After bidding farewell to senior brother and Qin Sheng, Mu Changxian put on a bamboo hat, stepped into the carriage and opened the curtain to look, but saw Tao Shuang lying on Yan Ruyu's lap and fell asleep again. Leaning against the carriage, closing eyes and light sleep

Mu Changxian smiled, turned around, took the reins, and drove the carriage towards the horizon of the dawn.

I don't know what medicine Dongfang Yun gave himself, Liu Qiu'an felt that he was weak now, so he called twice in a daze, but he didn't hear Dongfang Yun's cold voice, nor did Xiaoyou's concerned greeting.

There was no sound of the wheels constantly rolling in my ears.

I can only hear the sound of bamboo, and the tinkle of spring water.

Liu Qiu'an struggled to get up from the quilt, and found that he was the only one in the carriage.

"Dongfang Yun? Xiaoyou?"

He tried calling out again.

Only the wind outside responded to him.

Liu Qiuan sighed, put on his outer clothes and came out of the car, seeing a bleak scene in front of his eyes, with stone steps climbing continuously on the hillside, and on both sides of the aisle, there were endless violins, strings and bamboos.

As if under some kind of bewitchment, Liu Qiu'an stepped up the stone steps.

The sound of bamboo guides him step by step into the deep corridor.

At this time, there was a scream from above.

Liu Qiu'an suddenly came back to his senses, and stopped moving forward.

The beautiful eyes looked forward in horror, and the blood slowly flowed down the stone steps, making a brisk sound like spring water.

Suddenly, many ghosts appeared out of nowhere and rushed towards him.

"Sinner! Why are you still alive!"

"Master?"

"I'm not...not...sorry...sorry!"

Liu Qiu'an got up from the bed with a start, his breathing was short of breath and he tried to escape from danger.

Xiaoyou stabilized the soup in his hand, looked at Liu Qiuan who was covered in cold sweat on his forehead, and asked worriedly: "Teacher, leader?"

"fine."

Liu Qiuan calmed down the nightmare in his heart, but his consciousness was still muddy.

The bright sunlight passed through the window lattice beside the bed and spread on the plain quilt. He looked sideways out of the window and saw Dongfang Yun lying comfortably on the recliner, basking in the sun.

As if aware of his gaze, Dongfang Yun got up from the reclining chair. He changed into an attire like a scholar from the Central Plains, with his long hair tied up in a scarf.

He walked towards the window, ignoring Liu Qiu'an's resentful gaze, reached out and grabbed his wrist, feeling his pulse intently.

"Have a nightmare?"

Liu Qiu'an nodded lazily, "Hmm..."

Xiaoyou handed the decoction to his mouth and said, "Master, you will be refreshed after drinking this!"

The strong smell of medicine came over his face, and Liu Qiu'an quickly got back under the covers.

"do not want!"

Dongfang Yun was leaning against the window, and the corners of his mouth curled up vaguely, "It's fine if you don't drink it, Xiaoyou, go and pour the medicine."

"!" Liu Qiuan showed his head, Dongfang Yun was so happy, there must be something strange in it!

Dongfang Yun glanced at him leisurely, and said to Xiaoyou: "I'm afraid he doesn't want those boxes of pastries anymore, so let's give them to the children next door."

"Yes!" Xiaoyou got up and was about to leave.

"Etc., etc……"

Liu Qiu'an grabbed Xiaoyou's clothes, and said without tears: "I'll drink! I'll drink! Don't do this..."

After finishing a bowl full of decoction, Liu Qiuan spread out on the bed unlovely, trying to dispel the bitterness in his mouth with his bright red tongue.

"Master? Are you okay? I told you not to force yourself!"

Xiaoyou tentatively tugged at his quilt, and handed over the small plate in his hand.

Liu Qiu'an smelled the smell and hurriedly got up from the bed. Seeing the small piece of square pastry on the plate, her eyebrows were tightly wrinkled: "Why is there only one?"

Xiaoyou said: "The elder said, I can only give you one."

Liu Qiu'an stared at the small piece of soft, glutinous and sweet pastry, moved his lips, and suddenly hugged the quilt and cried loudly.

The last two were thrown out of the house by Dongfang Yun's collar.

Liu Qiu'an was still choking with sobs, and his small body was shaking.

At this time, the door was opened again, and the two people who were locked outside seemed to be ignited with hope.

As a result, a wooden basin flew towards them, but fortunately, Xiaoyou reacted quickly, and the two of them were not hit with black noses and swollen faces.

The door was closed again, and Dongfang Yun's ruthless voice came from inside: "Wash all these clothes, or you can sleep outside at night."

Liu Qiu'an subconsciously wanted to talk back, Xiaoyou hurriedly pulled him away, otherwise it would be more than a simple matter of washing clothes!

Even though the sun is shining brightly, the river is still cold.

Liu Qiu'an squatted aside and watched the right protector diligently washing clothes, humming an unknown song.

Seeing that he was enjoying it, Liu Qiuan couldn't help but also took out a piece of clothing from the tub, imitating his movements and stretching his hands into the river.

Xiaoyou stopped him, took the clothes from his hand, and said, "Master, I'll do it! Go and play by yourself!"

"Where can I go to play..." Liu Qiuan hugged his knees and whispered depressed.

Bored, he could only stare at the ripples on the river.

The shadows of birds flew across the river, Liu Qiuan groaned, and looked up to the sky.

The bird has disappeared, and on the other side of the river is a beautiful green hill, the towering hill is surrounded by clouds and mist, and a few rows of egrets are looming among them.

"Is that the Mingyue Mountain?"

Xiao You raised his head and said, "Yes! There is also a temple in the mountain, and there is a marriage tree in the temple. Every Qixi Festival, it is very lively there!"

"How can you be so clear!?"

"Hey..." Xiao You faltered and blushed, "The leader has been in a coma for several days, so I inquired about the temple here and asked for a peace talisman..."

"Why are you blushing?" Liu Qiu'an narrowed his eyes and said with a smirk, "Did you write Xiao Zuo's name and hang it on the marriage tree?"

The little right cheek was about to be buried on the ground, Liu Qiuan patted his head in a good mood: "Do you think you can hide it from me! Naive!"

He glanced at Mingyue Mountain, stood up suddenly and said, "I'm going to play!"

Xiaoyou then said: "Remember to come back before sunset!"

"I know, I know……"

Liu Qiuan waved his hand, just like that bird, it disappeared when he raised his eyes.

In Mingyue Mountain, a man in white stepped on the fallen leaves covering the stairs, followed by two teenagers with swords.

"Finally back to the teacher's gate..." Tao Shuang hammered his shoulders, and Yan Ruyu who was beside him smiled helplessly: "Then do you want to go down the mountain privately next time?"

"Of course!"

Mu Changxian looked back and raised his eyebrows, "Huh?"

"Of course..." Tao Shuang quickly changed his words: "No way!"