The general went out again at night

The sky was white, and not long after, the sun rose and cast a golden light.The dew on the grass blades disappeared, and the silent mountain forest became lively. Kingfishers flew from one branch to another, chirping non-stop.

The tip of Yang Xiyu's nose was itchy, and the leaves that fell from the treetops happened to land on her nose. When the breeze blew, the leaves swayed up and down, bringing itching.Qingmeng was disturbed, she reached out to brush away the mischievous leaves on the tip of her nose, and turned her head in one direction in dissatisfaction.

The tip of her hair brushed against Cai Zhujun's snow-white neck, which also brought a burst of itching. Her eyelids moved, and she was about to wake up.

Her body was soft, and the temperature around her was very comfortable. Suddenly, Yang Xiyu thought she was still at home.If Bu Zhuang has nothing to do, she can sleep in the mansion for a while.

The singing of birds in the mountains became clearer, the breeze blew, and the smell of tender grass was blown. Unusual perceptions flooded into his mind, and Yang Xiyu recalled everything that happened yesterday.

Opening his eyes suddenly, Cai Zhujun's peaceful sleeping face came into view, Yang Xiyu was stunned for a while, and remembered everything.

How is Miss Cai?Raising his arms and shaking his head, Yang Xiyu shook off the remaining sleepiness in his head, and hurriedly checked Cai Zhujun's situation.She took Cai Zhujun's hand out of his shirt and held it in her palm.Her palms were warm, almost the same temperature as Cai Zhujun's, so it wasn't cold anymore.

"That's great." Yang Xiyu's voice was unavoidably hoarse when she stood up for the first time.It's just that her high-pitched voice revealed the joy in her heart.The corner of Yang Xiyu's mouth raised into a big smile.

After being happy for a while, Yang Xiyu's expression froze suddenly.She found that her face was only half a palm away from Miss Cai's, and she could see the tiny fluff on Miss Cai's face.

His gaze shifted down, and he cast his eyes on Cai Zhujun's fair-skinned neck, where her cheek was stuck to last night.

Going down, the line of sight is hard to see, but there is a soft feeling from the touch, her, her, her...their... are stuck together... ...

Yang Xiyu's face was blushing, her heart beat faster and faster, and her breathing became unstoppable.

Unable to perceive any more, Yang Xiyu quickly retracted her gaze and returned to Cai Zhujun's face.However, after only a brief glance, I couldn't stop dreaming in my head.

This distance is particularly prone to some "accidental" things.

Several images involuntarily ran out of Yang Xiyu's head.Her arm accidentally let go of the support, her upper body fell down, and her lips just landed on Miss Cai's face...or...on her lips... ...

ah!The more he thought about it, the more insincere he became, Yang Xiyu hurriedly got up from Cai Zhujun, ran to his plantain bed, and buried his head in his arms.

With a sudden light on his body, Cai Zhujun knew that Yang Xiyu had left.She let go of her spiritual power, and let out a mouthful of breath that she had held for a long time.Her heartbeat began to beat faster, and she wanted to suppress it, but she couldn't calm down.

Cai Zhujun didn't know what happened to him.For more than a hundred years, she has never seen such an uncontrolled self.In fact, not long after Yang Xiyu woke up, she also woke up, but to avoid embarrassment, she pretended not to wake up.

She could feel that Yang Xiyu's eyes stayed on her face for a long time, and then her palm was wrapped by something warm, it was Yang Xiyu's hand, Cai Zhujun knew.

Then, for some reason, the man's heart began to beat violently, and the breath on his neck was also hot and urgent.Cai Zhujun's heart also jumped uncontrollably, and she had to use her spiritual power to stop it so that she could calm down and not be exposed.

The sun has risen again, and the sky is bright. This procrastination has already delayed the time to travel.Cai Zhujun stood up, stretched out his hands to smooth out the wrinkles on his clothes, and looked as usual.

"Cai...Miss Cai, you're awake." Yang Xiyu raised her head to greet Cai Zhujun with a stiff smile.

Cai Zhujun picked up the clothes that covered him, sorted them out and brought them to Yang Xiyu: "Miss Yang, do these clothes belong to you?"

"Yes." Yang Xiyu didn't dare to meet her gaze directly, and turned back with her head down.

"Thank you."

A soft voice floated out of Cai Zhujun's mouth and passed into Yang Xiyu's ears, causing a series of reactions.

Yang Xiyu lowered her head even lower: "You're welcome, you're welcome." She wanted to change the subject hastily, and asked quickly, "When shall we leave?"

"I'm fine, I can go anytime."

"Then...then I'll pack up and let's go."

"it is good."

On the second day of the trip, the feeling of the two of them changed drastically when they got along.Yang Xiyu's gaze was no longer as carefree as before.

She could look at Cai Zhujun's back, but she couldn't look at her.Under her influence, Cai Zhujun was also uncharacteristically, as soon as the eyes of the two met, they immediately looked away tacitly.

None of them knew what was wrong with them. This strange and unfamiliar feeling lasted for five days, and Yang Xiyu was the first to find the answer.

***

This room was busy on the road, and Yang Xiyu was by his side, so it was difficult to use his spiritual power. Cai Zhujun completely forgot about the situation on Xia Qingshu's other end. mystery of.

The matter of the tree coffin man was like a thorn in my heart, it would be extremely uncomfortable if it was not removed, but now according to the clues they have, there is no clue, let alone removal.

It was never Xia Qingshu's temperament to just sit and wait for her to be rescued.

On this point, Ji Qianyao agrees with her.She and Xia Qingshu have long been inseparable from each other, Xia Qingshu's safety is her safety.How could her own safety be placed in her hands?

The spies who went south to search for clues sent back something, and Ji Qianyao closed the curtain of the tent, and ordered Suxi to watch around.There were only her and Xia Qingshu in the tent.

"What's the matter?" Seeing that the battle was not a trivial matter, Xia Qingshu put down the military affairs in his hands and asked seriously.

"The spy I sent sent back a secret letter. I took a quick look and came looking for you." Ji Qianyao walked quickly to Xia Qingshu's desk, sat down beside her, and spread out the letterhead, " Let's discuss the secret letter first. Doctor Jiang and Liu Yan...let's tell them later."

"That's fine. Sometimes when there are too many people, various thoughts lead to various directions, which is not conducive to clarifying the thoughts. It is more appropriate for the two of us to discuss. Let me first look at what is written in this secret letter."

"I'm with you." After receiving the secret letter, Ji Qianyao just glanced at it briefly, not quite understanding what the letter said.

"it is good."

The desk in Xia Qingshu's camp was very large, and the chairs were also very wide. The two of them leaned together, and there was still a lot of room on the side.

After reading the past word by word, the two figured out the contents of the secret letter.

What is written in the secret letter is a legend about the gods. The time in the legend is the end of the Jin Dynasty more than 3000 years ago, and the place where it happened is called "Southern Chu".

Emperors have always liked to pursue immortality, and Jin Xuanzong at the end of the Jin Dynasty was also one of these people.In order to prolong his life, he tirelessly asked immortals.

One day, a Taoist said that there was an elixir of immortality in the land of Southern Chu, which could be used to make alchemy, and after taking it, one would be "long live".The fly in the ointment is that the appearance and habits of this medicine are all there, but the place where it grows has not been determined.

Emperor Xuanzong of Jin Dynasty was still overjoyed when he heard about it.The Jin Dynasty was prosperous in the early stage, and the number of common people doubled several times compared with the previous dynasty. In the later period, it was corrupt and weakened, but the number of common people continued to increase.

Emperor Xuanzong of the Jin Dynasty did not lack manpower, and he mobilized [-] soldiers to go deep into Southern Chu with a single edict.In order to find this herb, he spared no expense.

The most critical clue is unknown, and [-] soldiers are looking for it only by a portrait of a Taoist priest.The emperor issued a death order, and they did not hesitate to cut trees to clear the way and destroy the forest.Due to the excessive mobilization of the army, the mountains and forests where the soldiers walked were destroyed, and the grass did not grow, and the beautiful green mountains and green waters of Southern Chu were destroyed once.

The emperor's atrocities angered the gods, and the flower god who was in charge of folk flowers and trees sent seven disciples down to earth to deal with them.

These seven disciples have different spiritual powers. They entered Southern Chu and set up a fog.Fifty thousand soldiers entered the mist and returned to the capital Chang'an in the blink of an eye.

Jin Xuanzong knew that he had violated the will of God, so he retreated and practiced in seclusion, and dared not think about that herbal medicine again.

The legend also describes the appearance of the seven disciples, all of whom are agile and fairy-like women, tall and slender, with long hair reaching knees, but the colors of their clothes are different.It is rumored that they represent seven types of shrubs and grasses, which are divided by their colors, namely vermilion, orange, goose yellow, lake green, bamboo green, blue, and purple.

As for the divine power of the seven disciples, Mixin also spent some ink and ink, saying that they can call the wind, call the rain, regenerate green trees, bloom flowers... all kinds of things are amazing.

After reading it carefully two or three times, a number in the letter caught Ji Qianyao's attention - "seven", could this number be related to the "Seven Guards of the Tree Coffin" written by the mysterious man?

"Do you think these seven-color disciples are those tree coffin men?" Ji Qianyao asked while pinching a corner of the letter.

"Definitely not." Xia Qingshu's tone was very firm. The Tree Coffin Man is a bit miraculous, but it's not so fantastical that it's linked to the gods in the sky. After a pause, she continued: "But I can be sure that the two exist. Some associations, such as the color described on the letter, the first tree coffin man we met was covered in red flowers, do you remember the flame tree, after the tree coffin man's body dissipated, it turned into that tree Flame wood, the flowers of flame wood are red."

"Also," Xia Qingshu got up suddenly, fished out a leaf and a flower from a basin filled with water, and handed it to Ji Qianyao: "Look, this is left by the tree coffin man who attacked me that night. Liu Yan has checked, this flower is called Pao Zhang Veng, and the flowers it blooms are orange red. This orange red corresponds to the 'Ti Orange' mentioned in the letter."

"So, the tree coffin people are also arranged according to these seven colors." After the words fell, Ji Qianyao fell into deep thought, and her eyes were glued to the word "Bamboo Green" on the letterhead.