Spring mountain night belt knife

Southern Xinjiang, Yaoshan.

For example, Daiqing Mountain is misty in the fog and rain in March, the sky is gray and blue, and the floating clouds are as light as silk, and there are cold and melting everywhere, bamboo buildings on hanging feet, and thin tiles on the fence, all of them are full of water. .

Ruan Xun changed back into the white clothes he was accustomed to wearing, and wore a long knife with Yanling on his waist. He followed Shen Buhui as he walked through the mountains. His pace seemed to be slow, but after a short while, he had already traveled several miles.It was raining, and the wind that passed through the mountains and the fields blew the corners of the plain white clothes, and brushed over the overgrown branches and vines beside the road, but neither the water drops on the leaves nor the continuous rain could wet his clothes.

He still wears a mask, but compared to before, the style has changed. Now it is covered with a silver mask that can barely cover the eyes and the bridge of the nose. The lower half of the face is exposed, so light that it cannot be seen What color lips are slightly pursed, and the line from the side face to the jaw is a bit tight.

"Master Ruan, the head of the Yaoshan Lan family is still the same as before, but the elders below have changed a little, but it doesn't matter, they have not forgotten the kindness of the past." Shen Buhui is still dressed in the sparse fabric, There is a thin silver snake coiled around his waist, which would look out of place in Jinling, but after arriving in southern Xinjiang, people with this appearance are everywhere, like a drop of water returning to the sea.

Yaoshan is located in the southwest, and it is rare to have a sunny day in March and April, so people who travel must always hold an umbrella.Just half a quarter of an hour ago, when Ruan Xun arrived here, Shen Buhui subconsciously raised the umbrella to Ruan Xun's head, but was rejected.So he put away his umbrella and led Ruan Shang up the mountain like this.

Yuan Xiaohan was not there, Shen Buhui behaved well along the way, keeping a polite distance from Ruan Xun.

"But Mr. Ruan, it may be difficult for the Lan family to fulfill your request." Shen Buhui said again.

Ruan Xun said "hmm", clearly aware of this.

After about half a cup of tea, Ruan Xun stood in front of the main gate of a village deep in Yaoshan Mountain.There is no word on the plaque on the gate tower, the whole is made of Phoenix wood, it is two feet high, and it is painted with brightly colored totems of Suzaku.

This is where the Suzaku family lived.

This place is heavily guarded, and there are several clear and dark guards at the gate. As soon as Ruan Xun and Shen Buhui arrived, the guards sent a message inside immediately.After a while, an old man in complicated clothes and countless silver ornaments appeared behind the gate of the village, and bowed outward: "It's been a long time, Mr. Ruan."

The fence opened from the middle to both sides, Ruan Xun strode inside, Shen Buhui followed, and the old man led the way, "The patriarch has been waiting for a long time, Lord Ruan, please follow me."

Ruan Xun nodded.

According to the customs in southern Xinjiang, the higher the status, the higher the place to live, but the village ancestral hall occupies the highest place.Ruan Xun met the patriarch of the Suzaku clan and the elders in the ancestral hall on the cliff.

The misty misty rain outside, the drowsy candlelight inside, the spiritual tablets piled up as high as a mountain, looking gloomy, like pairs of prying eyes.The patriarch sat upright in a grand teacher's chair, leaning on the spirit tablet, and the rest of the people lined up on both sides, with different expressions.

Ruan Xun stood at the door, his face flickering under the dancing candlelight, the wind lifted the hem of his clothes, his sleeves, and his frosty silver hair, but it fell into the drizzle outside the door.

The silence of several breaths was stretched to infinity, and the candles fluttering in the wind in the ancestral hall seemed to pause for a moment. After this moment, the person in the main seat lifted the corner of his lips and said softly: "Master Ruan." The head of the Suzaku family His name was Lan Chen, he looked very young, he seemed to be in his early twenties, he had a pair of beautiful sharp eyes, and when he spoke, he put his hand lightly on the armrest, exuding an indescribable nobility.

Ruan Xun looked at him through the dim light, and said in a low voice, "Patriarch Lan."

"Master Ruan has come from a long way, and he is full of splendor." Lan Chen said slowly with a smile in his eyes.

"Don't gossip." Ruan Xun's tone was completely opposite to his.

"Old friends get together, why don't you gossip?"

"Patriarch Lan should be quite clear about my reason for coming."

"It is precisely because I am quite clear that I want to chat with Lord Ruan a few more times."

Ruan Xun raised his eyebrows calmly, the atmosphere in the ancestral hall was really weird, Lan Chen changed the topic again and again, there must be something hidden in it.Turning his mind slightly, Ruan Xun followed his words and asked, "What do you want to talk about?"

Lan Chen laughed: "Of course it's about reminiscing about the past, talking about the present, and looking forward to the future." After speaking, he got up from the grand teacher's chair, and walked quickly towards Ruan Xun.

The smoke and rain outside the ancestral hall obscured the eyes, making it difficult to walk on the mountain road. Someone in the ancestral hall stood up suddenly, and the chair behind him was overturned with such a big movement: "Patriarch, the Chunshan knife is aimed at the sacred weapon, you must not promise him !"

"Hallowed artifacts are the absolute bottom line! Lord Patriarch, other requests can be discussed, except for sacred artifacts!"

Without looking back, Lan Chen raised his hand and waved it back, pulling Ruan Xun down the mountain road, towards the residence of the second highest-ranking patriarch.

After crossing the threshold, Lan Chen immediately let go of Ruan Xun.

Shen Buhui was led down by the old man just now, and all the attendants in the main hall were waved away, leaving only Ruan Lu and Lan Chen.The latter released a few butterflies, and after a while, nothing unusual happened, and then said to Ruan Xun: "I will not give you the holy artifact."

"Then why did you ask me to come?" Ruan Xun's face turned colder.

"Listen to what I have to say." Lan Chen picked up a chair and sat down, and said with a slow smile, "Although I won't give it to you, you can get it yourself."

The expression on Ruan Xun's face froze for a moment. After he realized it, he sat opposite Lan Chen, "This is indeed a feasible method."

"But I have one condition." Lan Chen said.

Ruan Xun: "What conditions?"

The voice of the other party was still smiling, as if he was saying something light and happy: "After you use it, destroy the holy vessel."

"Destroy?" Ruan Xun gave him a suspicious look.

The person opposite nodded: "Yes."

Ruan Xun leaned back in his chair, looked at Lan Chen carefully, and said softly: "I was going to help you wake up the holy artifact, and I will return it to you after you use it."

Lan Chen shook his head: "No, destroy it as soon as it's used up."

"are you serious?"

"Extremely serious, absolutely true."

His attitude was very firm. After saying this, his eyes slowly moved to the outside of the hall.

The rain is getting heavier, the flowers are falling in the wind, but the branches and leaves are washed clearly.Looking at this scene, Lan Chen said again:

"The sacred artifact may have been a good thing a long time ago, but it's hard to say now. This kind of power bestowed by the gods often brings disasters, am I right?"

"People will fight and fight for it, until the day the power disappears. Just like you now."

"I don't want all my people to die in the sea of ​​blood. Moreover, the sacred artifact has been sleeping for so many years. Without its aura, my people and I are still living well. This shows that its existence is not very meaningful. "

Lan Chen's voice became softer, but the content of the words became more and more serious. The ending echoed in the empty main hall. Ruan Xun didn't speak, but the pattering rain outside the hall responded.

After a long time, Lan Chen turned his gaze to Ruan Xun: "Ruan Xuegui, do you promise me?"

"I promise." Ruan Xun looked back at him, firm in his voice.

Lan Chen laughed, and at this moment, the old man appeared outside the door, bowed and said to the people in the hall: "Master Patriarch, someone broke into Yaoshan Mountain again."

"Another lobbyist who came to persuade me to lead the Suzaku clan to join the 'Zhanchun' plan?" Lan Chen smiled contemptuously, "Get out."

"No, it's not like those people." The old man shook his head and presented a water mirror.

Lan Chen turned his head to look, Ruan Xun cast a glance after him, then frowned.

——There are four people in the picture, the one at the head is wearing a crimson purple shirt, lingering in the water vapor all over the mountains and plains of Yaoshan, with black hair like lacquer, dark eyes, as if covered in frost, icy cold.

The next moment, the man raised his eyelids and glanced up.

This glance met Ruan Xun's gaze across the vast jungle and deep rocks.

Why did you come after me so quickly?Ruan Xun was a little surprised.

"Water mirror is my family's secret technique. It is different from other spying techniques. He actually noticed that we were watching." The old man was shocked, "Who is this person?"

Lan Chen shook his head: "I don't know him, I haven't seen him before. But the look just now was very powerful, this person's realm is at least in the phaseless state."

"The people behind him seem familiar. The one in blue looks like the flying mirror Yunsheng under the moon, and the one in black is according to Bishan Yueruan Fangyi." The old man stared at it for a while, then bowed to ask for instructions: "Patriarch, is it true?" Stop it, or let it go?"

"It's from the Ruan family..." Lan Chen raised his eyebrows, looking thoughtful.

"That person is Yuan Xiaohan." Ruan Xun suddenly said, his voice was clear and cold, "Guyue Sword Master Yuan Xiaohan."

Lan Chen immediately looked over, "Which side is he from?"

Ruan Xun met his gaze and said calmly, "My people."

"Oh—that's it! It seems that the rumors are true! Let it go! Take it here directly!" Lan Chen suddenly realized, and looked at Ruan Xun with more ambiguity in his eyes. He leaned over and asked in a low voice: "I'll give you Arranged in a room?"

"Thank you so much." Ruan Xun's tone remained the same.

The old man took the order to leave. The head of the Suzaku clan bent his eyes and asked meaningfully: "Should we continue to discuss the matter of the sacred artifact, or wait for 'your people' to come and start again?"

"Speak now." Ruan Xun said.

"Really not waiting for Guyue Sword Master to come over?" This time it was Lan Chen who came to confirm again.

Ruan Xun: "Really."

Lan Chen sat back in the chair, raised one leg, folded his hands on his knees, and slowly told Ruan Xun the plan he had planned earlier, including the location of the sacred artifact, the status of the guardian, its strengths, weaknesses, and approach routes .

He is the person who is most familiar with the sacred artifacts of the Suzaku clan. When he got the news from Ruan Donglin two days ago, he had the idea of ​​destroying the sacred artifacts. Two days was enough for the clan leader to formulate a careful plan.

After finishing speaking, Lan Chen handed another thing to Ruan Xun: "Topographic map, you may use it."

"Is there anything else?" Ruan Shui asked.

A jar containing several butterflies was handed to him: "Qiu Die, you can use it to find the way."

"Thank you."

Between the words, Yuan Xiaohan and the others walked into the courtyard where the patriarch lived under the leadership of the old man. When Lan Chen's spiritual sense swept across the famous Guyue Sword Master, he suddenly became playful.

"There is one more thing." Lan Chen turned his head quickly, and looked at Ruan Xun without blinking. His voice was a little low, but it happened to be enough for the visitor to hear clearly.

Ruan Xun: "What?"

Lan Chen quickly grabbed Ruan Xun's hands and groped his fingers back and forth on the back of his hands. The smile on his face was extraordinarily beautiful: "There are many poisonous insects in that place, but if they get my breath on them, they will avoid them."

At the same time, Yuan Xiaohan happened to bypass the rockery in front of the door, and cast his eyes on the front hall where Ruan Xun was.