East China Sea dust

The convoy marched forward, until it reached the street in front of the city gate, Ao Zhan gave the order to disperse the other people surrounding the carriage, leaving only himself and Zhang Qinglan behind.

No one was driving, and the two tall white horses pulled the car forward slowly.Outside the city gate on the southwest side is the countryside, so the surrounding area becomes more and more deserted along the way, and even the originally noisy human voices are gradually lost in the dust on the loess road.

Except for a few chirping birdsong, there is no other sound.

Ao Zhan was half leaning against the wall of the car, with one leg bent and a roll of yellowed letters in his hand.

The man's brows and eyes were lowered, the ink stains on the man's eyes remained unmoved for a long time, and his expression was rarely serious.

Zhang Qinglan nestled in the corner, holding the exquisite pastry that Ao Zhansai gave him not long ago, and ate carefully in small bites.

The pastry was originally made by the chef in the Dragon King's Mansion. It was sweet and delicious. Zhang Qinglan ate it whole, and the soft/meat on the side of his cheek bulged into a small bag.

He raised his eyes while eating, and quietly looked at the fragmented scroll in Ao Zhan's hand.

The scroll was made of silk, and I don't know how long it had been covered in dust. The edges were already curled up, and the ink on the dark yellow cloth was blurred, and it was only possible to vaguely outline the boundary of something.

Zhang Qinglan stuffed the remaining pastry into her mouth, raised the back of her hand to wipe off the crumbs on her mouth, and slowly rubbed from the corner to Ao Zhan's side little by little.

Naturally, it is impossible for Ao Zhan not to see the opponent's small movements, so he deliberately moved the coiled silk in his hand towards the young man, and asked, "Why, do you want to see it too?"

Zhang Qinglan licked the slightly dry corners of her mouth, and nodded generously.

Immediately after being held by Ao Zhan's shoulders and his back was close to the other's chest, Sibo was also handed to his eyes: "Look."

Zhang Qinglan regained her composure, looked up at Sibo, and after seeing the whole picture of the scroll, she realized that it was actually a map.

The map is roughly drawn and the ink is scribbled, only a rough outline is drawn, and abbreviated place names are marked on them.

The most obvious thing on it is a slender line that glows with light, starting from Ye City and going all the way south, until it stops at a certain blank area marked with "South China Sea".

There are countless mountains, long rivers, valleys and deep streams, but all of them are painted on a square inch canvas, which makes the itinerary simple.

Zhang Qinglan opened her eyes slightly, and recognized the scribbled and wild handwriting on it from Ao Zhan's handwriting, turned her head in surprise, and looked at the proud man with a glint in his eyes.

Zhang Qinglan raised her hand and lightly touched a certain mountain peak painted on the cloth with her fingertips, and praised without thinking: "Master is really amazing."

A pair of black pupils are clear, and the tone is extremely sincere.

"Tsk," Ao Zhan raised the corners of his lips, and his sharp eyebrows and eyes relaxed at this moment: "That's natural."

Unfolding the silk that was originally rolled at the end, the map gradually became complete and displayed in front of the two of them.

"The Dragon King of the South China Sea is my younger brother. After being defeated a hundred years ago, he fled to the South China Sea to settle down until today." Ao Zhan's voice was low, his chest trembled slightly when he spoke, his breath passed by Zhang Qinglan's ears, and he lifted a few strands of black hair, very Quickly fluttering back to the original place.

Zhang Qinglan raised her eyes: "Defeated?"

"Yes." When talking about this matter, Ao Zhan half-closed his eyes, with a little excitement in his tone: "He can't beat this king, so he can only pick this king to pick the rest of the territory. to be the Dragon King."

"..." The young man was speechless.

With elder brothers like this, I'm afraid the Dragon King of the South China Sea will not welcome them to his wedding banquet.

At this moment, a violent tremor suddenly hit the entire car.

Only the two white horses outside the door curtain neighed loudly, their front hooves were raised, as if they were avoiding something, they abruptly stopped and ran forward.

Inside the carriage, the world was spinning, and scattered ornaments were scattered all over the place.

The young man fell straight into the arms of the man behind him due to inertia. When he opened his eyes again, the carriage had already stopped quietly, and there were several snorting sounds from the white horse from outside.

Ao Zhan helped the young man who fell on him up, his face was terribly gloomy, he frowned and stepped forward, the two of them pulled away the heavy curtain blocking the front of the car together.

At this time, it was approaching the city gate, weeds and shrubs were overgrown on both sides of the road, and the pale sunlight fell through the gaps in the branches and leaves, spreading scattered on the dusty muddy ground.

I saw a girl in a light blue skirt standing in front of the carriage, with a long-necked jade bottle pinned to her waist, her hands were spread wide in front of the carriage, her face was turned to one side, her eyes were closed tightly, A tense and determined look——

It's Bi Jing.

As soon as Ao Zhan's eyes darkened, his face, which was not good at all, immediately became darker.

Hearing that the carriages and horses in front of her were no longer moving, Bi Jing almost exhausted all her courage, slowly opened her eyes, and looked towards the curtain of the carriage.

Then he saw the man who stepped out of the carriage first.

Ao Zhan was condescending, standing on a carriage as tall as a man, with his hands behind his back, with a haughty and gloomy expression: "What are you doing here?"

Bi Jing was terrified by his aura, and subconsciously told the truth: "I, I just want to talk to Zhang, little brother Zhang... say a few words."

Ao Zhan recognized her as the woman he had met in the Yinshuang Building. Since then, he liked to hang around Zhang Qinglan, and even broke through the ambiguous behavior between himself and the young man.

Originally thought that she had died under the hands of the flower demon long ago, but did not expect to meet her in this kind of place today.

Looking down at Bi Jing who was about to cry, Ao Zhan looked indifferent, noncommittal: "..."

Bi Jing's eyes were red, and she didn't move a step: "I just saw him through the curtain on the street, he, he was sitting in the carriage."

"Master Ao, show mercy and let me have a word with him."

Bi Jing hid her festering fingertips behind her back, and big tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes.

Even she herself can hardly imagine what kind of life she has lived in the past half month.

First, he lost his dependent younger brother for no apparent reason, and then he realized that he had lost the memory of nearly half a month.After waking up again, he was already infected with the strange disease raging in Ye City.

Bi Jing was devastated, and in a panic, she found that the only thing that popped up in her mind was Zhang Qinglan's cold and indifferent face.

The only clear scene left in my memory is that I am standing opposite the young man with a water basin in my hand, and the two stared at each other silently.

From the reflection in the opponent's pupils... Bi Jing saw her terrifying appearance that was neither human nor ghost.

Bi Jing bit the corner of her lips, clenched her palms tightly, and stopped in front of the carriage without moving: "I have something that I want to give to him."

The old god Ao Zhan was there, standing in front of the curtain like a Buddha.

It wasn't until Zhang Qinglan took the initiative to open the curtain of the front window that she turned around with a cold face, flicked her sleeves, and returned to the car.

Zhang Qinglan squatted halfway on the car floor, squinting her eyes and looking at the girl below. After a long while, she jumped lightly and landed on the yellow mud floor.

"Ah," patting the non-existent dust on his sleeves, the young man said lightly, "It's you."

The expression as indifferent as white water almost immediately drove away the unspeakable delusion in Bi Jing's heart.

Bi Jing choked for breath, but quickly adjusted, her voice was nasal when she spoke: "I..."

Zhang Qinglan glanced at Che Yu without any trace, the curtain of the front window was motionless, but the aura inside was jumping up and down, very restless.

Pursing his lips, the young man drooped his brows and eyes, and calmly said: "What's the matter with you?" His tone was almost cold, and he seemed to be a different person from the obedient and obedient he showed to Ao Zhan in the car room before.

Bi Jing's round almond eyes were red and swollen from crying, and she looked indifferent to Zhang Qinglan, clenched and loosened her hands.

After a while, she mustered up the courage to take a step forward, raised her right hand, which had not been completely corroded by the poisonous miasma, with the palm facing upwards, and spread out her five fingers.

Zhang Qinglan followed Bi Jing's line of sight and found a copper plate carved into the shape of a nine-petal green lotus lying quietly in the girl's palm.

The copper piece is no more than half the size of a palm, very thin and thin, with a round hole in the middle, the green lotus pattern on it is not fine, and the border seems to have not been smoothed.

Zhang Qinglan reached out to take the copper piece, looked down at it for a moment, and quickly asked, "What is this?"

Bi Jing shook her head when she heard the words: "This copper piece has been placed beside me since I woke up one morning."

"It's just that I often have a dream these days," the girl recalled the nightmare scene, her eyes showing a bit of panic: "In the dream, I became a monster... wandering in a wooden corridor all day long."

"Sometimes I go to the end of the veranda and there's this copper plate in the corner."

"In my dream, I walked over and picked up this piece of copper, and when I woke up, I found that it really appeared in my hand." Bi Jing gasped softly, and pointed the copper piece engraved with lotus towards the young man again. After handing it over, the corners of her mouth curled up into a forced smile: "That dream also has you..."

"I don't know what this is, but I always feel... I think it will be more useful to you."

After listening to Jing's words, Zhang Qinglan picked up the copper piece and looked at it for a while.Soon he stuffed the thing into the Qiankun bag in his sleeve, then raised his eyes and nodded at Bi Jing: "Thank you."

Bi Jing withdrew her hand, rubbed her toes on the ground, stopped on the spot and hesitated for a moment, with a very reluctant smile on her face: "Brother, if, if..."

Facing Zhang Qinglan's puzzled expression, Bi Jing closed her eyes forcefully: "I've been infected with poisonous miasma, I'm afraid my days are numbered. I don't know where my younger brother was abducted."

"Brother, if you meet Bi Xin one day, can you help me bring him back to Yecheng? Give it to the carpenter in the town and become an apprentice." Bi Jing whispered, and took it from her arms while talking. A small bag of broken silver came out: "This is the silver I have saved over the past few years. The money is not much, but it should be enough for half a month's expenses."

Bi Jing stretched out her hand and handed the money to Zhang Qinglan: "A little kindness, brother, you can take it..."

Suddenly, I saw a snow-white and clear oval jade drawing an arc in the air, abruptly interrupting Bi Jing's voice, and landed firmly on the cloth bag containing the broken silver in her hand.

"You take this jade pendant with you, just don't let other people see it." Zhang Qinglan's eyelids were half-drooped, and her tone was flat: "Although it can't cure the disease, it can at least delay the time of the poison and nourish the sick body."

Before Bi Jing could recover from her stupefaction, the young man jumped onto the carriage board:

"I don't need money."

Before leaving, Zhang Qinglan turned her head, with a very calm expression: "When I'm free, I'll bring that little boy back to you."