refuse to be a teacher

Therefore, it was slightly darker that night.

Seeing that those random fish eyeliners wandering around the periphery of Fangshan Ancient City for a week tended to stop for the time being, the three of them quietly emerged from the vicinity of the post station and began to discuss the general measures for the next step.

According to Xue Lanyin's speculation along the way, the two young Baiwu people in front of him are probably also fledglings, and they don't know anything about most of the world's human relationships.

Coincidentally, Xue Lan just didn't understand anything because of this trip.

He didn't understand, and the two accompanying people were also vaguely puzzled.

Among the three of them, Cong Zhen is a master of budgeting, but Miss Yun, who is by his side, has a temperament of a young lady. No matter what he does, he has to take care of her mood all the time.

Even so, bringing back the Jielong Seal from the Central Plains at the request of the patriarch was the first major task the two of them received after they left the Northern Territory.

If the matter can be handled perfectly, Yun Zhehuan's prestige in the clan will definitely be greatly improved in the future.

In order to find the Jielong Seal in the shortest possible time, the two of them had to choose to rely on Yan Jue's power at the critical moment.

It's a pity that the current Yan Jue has been enshrined as a mud bodhisattva who can't protect himself. For 16 years, he has lived in seclusion and escaped from the world.

"We will go north all the way, and we must not stop easily unless it is absolutely necessary." Spread out a sheepskin map with a general direction from the accompanying package, point to a point in it, and said in a concentrated voice, "Mr. Yan will meet us Before, we had to avoid the eyeliner of other people. When we made such a fuss in Zhuxiao Village in the past, everyone thought that we stole the Jielong Seal, if we were not careful and made a mistake, we would only be left with a dead end."

"Hold on."

Xue Lan stared at the map and murmured: "I can't be sure where my master is now. If he keeps going north, can he find it?"

"Also, why do we have to go north?" Yun Zhehuan also continued, "We have left the city now, if we go north, won't we be back in the territory of the Baiwu tribe?"

Cong Zhen said: "That's right, I originally wanted to go back to the Baiwu tribe."

Before the words were finished, Yun Zhehuan stood up abruptly, almost overturning the whole map: "Congzhen, are you crazy? How long have we been out, how come we go back empty-handed?"

"I'm not crazy, it's because you didn't think it through." Congzhen said solemnly, "Since we can deduce that the child is just a piece of human skin, we can't perceive its specific location based on the existing conditions. Only by going back to the clan and borrowing the ghost-chasing needles from the elders can we follow up on it."

Xue Lan was confused and said: "...What is the Zhuming Needle? You go all the way back to the Baiwu tribe in the Northern Territory. Even if my master has ten long legs, he can't catch up!"

Yun Zhehuan said solemnly: "That... is a special artifact of my Baiwu tribe, it is specially used for chasing people and souls, but under normal circumstances no one will play with it." The voice stopped, and she looked at Cong Zhendao again, "Congzhen, isn't it too late to go back to the Baiwu tribe now? It's been a journey of nearly ten days. By the time we got the Zhuming Needle, the Jielong Seal had already been untied."

Cong Zhen hesitated for a while, and said: "Time is really tight... How about this, we will go for a distance first, and then divide into two groups - I will hurry back to the Baiwu tribe to get the soul chasing needle, since you are injured, Zhe Huan , and brother Lan Yin are waiting here to join Mr. Yan."

Yun Zhehuan lowered his head and muttered: "This method is feasible, but in my situation, I'm afraid it may not be able to guarantee Mr. Xue's safety."

Cong Zhen said: "I'm in a hurry, it's inconvenient to take any of you with me. Anyway, it's only a few days before and after, so you just need to hide yourself."

The matter has been set, after half a day, the ancient city of Fangshan is outside the Bujian Pass to the north.

Congzhen and Yunxue said goodbye briefly, and then they galloped north without looking back.

Yun Zhe looked happily at the blurred figure of the man gradually disappearing into the wind and sand, and seemed to be relieved, and sighed softly with a long tail: "At last, he is gone. He is here, like a Buddha."

Because Xue Lan couldn't understand what strange metaphor she used, she could only ask in a daze, "Why do you say that?"

Yun Zhehuan raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't you think it's annoying that he has to take care of everything?"

As they walked, the two found a small teahouse built with thatched sheds to sit in.Xue Lan turned around and glanced around for a while, seeing that there were no sneaky people around, so she calmed down and responded to Yun Zhehuan: "Brother Cong cares about you, why bother him?"

"You don't understand." Yun Zhehuan looked at a tea bowl on the table with novelty, so he simply turned it upside down, and carefully stroked the uneven carvings on the bottom of the bowl, "I grew up with me since childhood. , is the adoptive son of the elders in the clan. The elders taught him to discipline others, but he used them all on me! But whenever I couldn't help but quarrel with him, he would sarcasm Said that the future patriarch of my dignified family can't even bear such a little bit of hardship—this kind of thing will bother anyone, and you will too."

Xue Lan let out a low laugh, and her slightly raised peach eyes immediately bent into a gentle arc.

The clear eyes unique to young people seemed to be stained with a layer of dense water lines for no reason, and Yun Zhehuan's heart jumped, and some familiar feelings began to revive in the depths of memory.

She stared blankly at the young but handsome face of the person in front of her for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking him again: "Master Xue, have you never left the Lishui Bamboo Forest before?"

"No, Miss Yun must have admitted the wrong person. I have been by Master's side all these years."

Xue Lan waved her hand, lowered her head and took a sip of hot tea, and then said: "Speaking of which, my master doesn't care about me. If possible, I hope he can say a few more words... Otherwise, I will Always alone, idle panic."

Yun Zhehuan's eyelashes drooped slightly, and he seemed to be absent-minded and said casually: "Oh... I can't tell, Mr. Xue is a person who likes to talk a lot."

Knowing that the outsider would get the wrong idea again, Xue Lan didn't know how to explain it for a while. She thought about how to explain it for a long time, and finally just coughed dryly, covered her lips and said blushingly: "I don't know if the talkative person will like it or not." , but...the one with long legs and thin waist is definitely my favorite."

Xue Lan lived 16 years in a muddle-headed way, but not every day was a life of pure heart and asceticism.At this age, he knows everything he should know, and he understands everything he shouldn't know, so it's impossible to say that he doesn't have any thoughts about pretty girls.

Unfortunately, Yun Zhehuan's temperament is not as reserved and shy as ordinary women.Hearing Xue Lanyin's teasing words at this moment, he suddenly felt his heart agitated, and immediately put the tea bowl in his hand firmly back on the table, stared at him straightly and said: "Then——Mr. like me?"

Xue Lanyin still smiled, but did not give any answer.

Yun Zhehuan didn't like seeing him silent, so he leaned forward a little bit, called him in a soft voice: "Mr. Xue?"

Xue Lan held the teacup in her hand and drank it down in one gulp.After a long time, Fang said unhurriedly: "Miss Yun has someone in her heart, but it's not me."

Yun Zhehuan said: "How do you know it must not be you?"

Xue Lan was about to speak back, but when she raised her eyes to look at the door of the teahouse, she was a little stunned.

Yun Zhehuan glanced out following his gaze, and saw a pair of strange men and women moving slowly inward.

The woman's skin is as fat as fat, her eyes are tranquil, and a light yellow shirt strung with floral flowers just makes her simple and gentle.And that man's black hair and green crown, his clear complexion was slightly pale, he looked from a distance to be a gentle and elegant young man, but unexpectedly, he was shaking a wooden wheelchair with great difficulty.

This pair of Bi people is outstanding in appearance, which is rare in the world. In addition, the man's legs and feet are inconvenient, and he relies entirely on a wooden wheelchair to move forward with difficulty.

A good-looking person is naturally pleasing to the eye. When Yun Zhehuan glanced at the handsome young man in the wheelchair, he couldn't help but sighed repeatedly: "This gentleman is so handsome, but it's a pity that he is a man with a broken leg. !"

Because Xue Lan didn't have time to answer her gossip, she just stared fixedly at the wooden wheelchair that was turning and rolling under the man's body repeatedly, and some bad feelings floated up layer by layer from the bottom of her heart.

He held his breath, and even forgot to swallow the tea he just had.With just a pair of ears deliberately pricked up, he listened intently to the occasional conversation between a man and a woman.

The behavior between the two is familiar but not boring, perhaps it is a natural relationship between husband and wife that has long been used to.The woman stood up and wanted to pour tea for the man, but the man stopped him lightly by clasping his hands, and whispered beside her: "...It's just a trivial matter, I'll do it myself."

The woman said lightly: "There is a lot of wind and sand outside the pass, so pay attention to your body."

The man nodded and said: "Please accompany me to such a far place. When we arrive at the post station, we need to rest for a while."

The woman smiled, gently squeezed his wrist and said: "What are you doing with me? You are here to do business. If I wasted extra time, I'm afraid Junior Brother Gu will be unhappy again."

The man said: "Brother has that temperament, and his heart is not bad. It's just that I am too useless as a senior brother. He is the only one who cleans up the mess that has accumulated in the sect over the years, which adds a lot of burden for nothing."

The woman's eyes darkened when she heard the words, and she said: "If it wasn't for that incident back then, your body wouldn't be so bad..."

The man waved his hand and stopped softly: "Okay, the past, let it pass..."

lame.

wheelchair.

Back then...

The lingering sound of this conversation was still lingering in Xue Lanyin's ears for a long time, and a fine layer of sweat had formed on his forehead for no reason.

He pinched his fingers stiffly on the edge of the tea bowl, and even his wrists were trembling uncontrollably.

When she first arrived at Zhuxiaozhuang, Xue Lan had heard the powerful rumors about Yan Jue's misdeeds in his early years.Just relying on one person, Tu Guanglingtai and one sword, he sent nearly a hundred disciples from all over the school, and slapped his head, Mo Fuqiu, into hemiplegia.

——And the poor headman, until now, can only rely on a wooden wheelchair to live.

Because Xue Lan felt that she should not be so unlucky, she managed to get out of the checkpoints in the ancient city of Fangshan with great difficulty, and faced the sworn enemy of her master in her early years.But he also thought that his low point of view is not a matter of once or twice, if he really accidentally stepped on a piece of shit luck, Yan Jue will twist his head off sooner or later and turn him into a twist.

So at that moment, Xue Lanyin gently put down the tea bowl in her hand.Almost without hesitation, he whispered to Yun Zhehuan: "Miss Yun, let's go."