When will Xue Xiaoshuanghua's relatives bring disaster

It has been a month since Jin Guangyao's visit. Xue Yang leaned against the door, watching Xiao Xingchen tidy up the already tidy house, and felt a little warm in his heart. Are you ready? Let's go."

Ever since Jin Guangyao came, and after his unpleasant conversation with Xiao Xingchen, Xiao Xingchen seemed to have lost any intention of aiming and resisting. He became much quieter, but also a lot more lifeless. Although Xue Yang knew Xiao Xingchen's mood has been changed somewhat by his influence, but he is still a little irritable. He doesn't like to see Xiao Xingchen's lifeless face.

"Okay." Xiao Xingchen's answer was naturally very short. Although he didn't have much to say, he didn't feel as aloof as Song Lan, and it was probably due to his personal temperament.

Xue Yang and Xiao Xingchen walked out the door together and walked towards the city. It was not a special day, but they just went out to buy some food every day.

Xue Yang saw a rice wine seller on the road, and remembered the sweet taste of the rice wine he had tasted a month ago, so he sold a jar for extra money, and there was no trouble. When he got up, Xue Yang stroked his chin and held the jar of wine, like a mischievous young man.

However, when passing by an inn today, Xiao Xingchen stopped suddenly. He could have stopped and would not bump into Xiao Xingchen at all, but Xue Yang deliberately did not restrain his pace, and bumped straight into him, burying his face in the inn. Xiao Xingchen's hair grew for a moment, and Xue Yang happily showed two small canine teeth.

Xiao Xingchen didn't mind being bumped into by him, he just listened to the commotion in the inn, Xiao Xingchen didn't have much money, besides, he was used to living in Yizhuang for so many years, so he never stayed in an inn, but today, the inn came A storyteller who talks about...

"By the way, once upon a time, there was a mountain named Unknown Mountain..." The storyteller's voice was up and down.

There was a burst of boos from below, interrupting his words, "Such an old-fashioned opening statement, refund the money!" The people below began to boo.

The storyteller patted the wood awake and said: "Don't worry, please listen to me carefully...

"There is a fairy living in seclusion in that mountain, named Baoshan Sanren. This Baoshan Sanren is a hermit from the world. It is said that he was a monk who debuted at the same time as Wen Mao, Lan An and others. The influential figures of that generation, Now the soul has disappeared, only Baoshan Sanren, rumor has it that he is still alive..." The storyteller was beaming and spitting, and the people below listened with interest.

Xue Yang only listened to one ear, and knew that this was about Xiao Xingchen's story. He twitched the corners of his mouth. I like it, so give it a listen.

Xue Yang pulled Xiao Xingchen who was still standing outside the door, walked in, gave Xiao Er a few copper coins, and then went up to the second floor. It was just after the new year, and there were few people, so there were not many people on the second floor.

"Then do you want to tell a story about this Baoshan Sanren?"

"No..., no, what I want to talk about today is not Baoshan Sanren himself, but his favorite student, Qingfeng Mingyue Xiaoxingchen, Xiao Daoist!" The storyteller twirled his beard and said slowly.

"Oh? This Xiao Xingchen, who is Xiao Daoist? Why have I never heard of it?" It was still the person who seemed to have nothing to do, cheering happily.

"This Daoist Xiao Xingchen, he was originally an orphan, but because of Baoshan Sanren..." The storyteller was cooperating, so he was naturally very happy to speak.

And Xue Yang on the second floor was also very happy to hear it, but Xiao Xingchen, as soon as he heard him being talked about, felt as if he had been hit by something, and sat there in a daze.

Xue Yang looked at it, his brows twitched, but his voice was teasing, and he said, "Daoist, do you know how you were brought back by Baoshan Sanren?"

Xiao Xingchen shook his head: "I don't know, Master never told me."

Xue Yang was amused, "These folk storytellers are really interesting. They are obviously just hearsay, and hearing a few words seems like they have experienced it themselves."

"En." Xiao Xingchen was obviously absent-minded. Xue Yang listened carefully, and it turned out that he had already mentioned the part where Xiao Xingchen bid farewell to his master and went down the mountain.

"By the way, Daoist Xiao, he has the desire to save the world since he was a child..."

Xue Yang should have felt bored, but he listened seriously, opened the rice wine by the way, and immediately, the aroma of the wine overflowed.

Xue Yang sniffled, the wine seemed to be more mellow than usual, so he picked up the wine jar and took a sip. It was sweet, but it seemed that there was incense in the inn. The smell was not very strong but it made people feel very comfortable. Xue Yang Thinking of this, he couldn't help but drink a few more sips of rice wine. After a while, he felt that the voice of the storyteller was getting weirder and weirder, as if he was talking about some secret technique, and his vision became more and more colorful, even It was difficult to maintain consciousness. At the last moment of losing consciousness, Xue Yang seemed to vaguely see a wave of golden stars and snow, and all the noisy voices in the inn disappeared immediately. Damn, carelessness!

Xue Yang woke up again, he was sleeping on a bed, not in Yizhuang, and Xiao Xingchen was sitting beside him, and he was holding Xiao Xingchen's hand tightly.

Seeing Xiao Xingchen's pensive and tangled face, Xue Yang thought it was a little funny, and said, "Why, doesn't the Taoist despise me as disgusting?"

Xiao Xingchen, however, acted as if he didn't hear it, and just sat there in a daze, feeling weird all over.

"Xiao Xingchen, what's wrong?" Xue Yang also noticed something was wrong, and his voice involuntarily increased.

Xiao Xingchen seemed to be frightened suddenly, "Ah? It's nothing." As he spoke, he seemed to be able to enter into the ethereal feeling of contemplation that no one can intervene at any time.

"Xiao Xingchen?" The smile on Xue Yang's face disappeared. What did Jin Guangyao do to him? !

"Xue Yang..." Xiao Xingchen called out suddenly, and then there was silence again.

Xue Yang clenched his fist tightly. If Jin Guangyao appeared now, he would probably bite off a piece of flesh. "Did I do something to you?" Xue Yang said cautiously. He had never seen Xiao Xingchen in this state. .

"What...? No." Xiao Xingchen was still in a daze.

Xue Yang turned over, grabbed Xiao Xingchen's wrist, glanced at the closed and empty inn, and said, "Let's go back to Yizhuang."

"Okay." Xiao Xingchen finally had some normal reactions when he heard the word Yizhuang, and nodded.

Xue Yang just grabbed Xiao Xingchen's wrist and left the inn, and Xiao Xingchen obediently let him lead him.However, Xue Yang became more and more irritable, always feeling that something was out of his control, so he suddenly pulled out Jiang disaster from his sleeve, pulled Xiao Xingchen up, and just like that, Yu Jian flew up.

Xiao Xingchen finally came to his senses, "There are mortals here, so it's not suitable for you to use a sword."

Xue Yang gritted his teeth, "I don't care about them!"

Quickly returning to Yizhuang, Xue Yang looked at Xiao Xingchen who had regained his usual calm expression, and was relieved a lot. Although Xiao Xingchen still seemed to have something on his mind, he was no longer that scary.

"Master, are you alright?"

"No more, you..." Xiao Xingchen wanted to say something, but stopped suddenly, Xue Yang's heart was itchy as he was hesitant to speak.

Suddenly, Xiao Xingchen turned around and went into the inner room, and did not stay with Xue Yang anymore.

Seeing that Xiao Xingchen didn't seem like he would do anything bad for him, Xue Yang said, "Master Daoist, it's fine if you don't say anything, I'll go out first."

For the first time, Xiao Xingchen said yes again.

Xue Yang has already greeted Jin Guangyao's eight generations of ancestors in his heart.

Just after Xue Yang opened the door and left, a gleaming golden figure jumped down from the beam, patted the non-existent dirt on his body, Jin Guangyao sighed slightly, and said to Xiao Xingchen, "Don't miss me Somebody Jin will one day become a gentleman on Liang, making Daoist Xiao laugh."

Xiao Xingchen's body trembled a little, his lips were tightly pursed, and when he heard Jin Guangyao's voice, he almost asked in a gaffe, "Did you hear everything?"

Jin Guangyao sighed, "It's true that Cheng Mei didn't have any ability to resist at the time. For the sake of Cheng Mei's safety, Jin had to watch from afar, not expecting to hear such a secret."

Jin Guangyao paused, "But Daoist Xiao doesn't have to be so concerned, Jin won't talk nonsense."

"You already knew that!" Xiao Xingchen scolded angrily.

"No, no, I didn't know before, it was just a vague guess, and I didn't think that deeply."

"He doesn't have memories of yesterday, does he?" Xiao Xingchen was silent for a moment, then asked again.

"Of course not, but the Taoist priest should handle this matter well. Chengmei is just a poor person in essence."

Xiao Xingchen seemed to relax a little when he heard that he said no, but froze again when he heard the second half of the sentence, don't start, obviously he won't talk to Jin Guangyao anymore.

Jin Guangyao smiled and left.