【Xue Xiao】Charcoal incense

By the time Xue Yang cleaned up Xiao Xingchen's body, the sun was almost setting.

Fetching water, boiling water, helping people wipe and change clothes, sweating all over after working for a long time, now that he was free, Xue Yang finally felt a little cool.The charcoal fire for the people in the house had been burned long ago, leaving only a pile of white and black charcoal ash lying in the charcoal tank, losing its temperature.Xue Yang had no choice but to prepare a new charcoal fire and put it at the foot of Xiao Xingchen's bed, and tucked in the quilt for him.

"Grandpa is exhausted." Back in the main hall full of coffins, Xue Yang sat down on the coffin lid, complaining in his heart that Xiao Xingchen slept so hard, and he didn't even open his eyes when he carried him on his back for so long. I have to reach out my hand to check his breath several times to confirm that this fragile Taoist priest has not really died, just like a fool.

"My head was caught by the door..." Xue Yang spat at himself, pulled back his clothes to check the injuries on his abdomen, with the help of spiritual power, scabs had begun to form on his sword, and his clothes were stained with reddish-brown blood stains and other things Although the traces are disgusting, he is too lazy to change them now.

Some things, after avoiding them for a long time, will become even more overwhelming when they come up all at once.

The small life in Yicheng was too good, Xue Yang perfectly deceived himself into the trap he set, immersed himself in the role of "little friend", and almost forgot the fact that he was still Xue Yang, and occasionally had nightmares in the middle of the night. , he needs to slow down for a while before he can remember who he is, and when he goes to tell Xiao Xingchen that his memory is getting worse and worse, he will only be laughed at by Ah Jing for premature aging, and he can't figure out why.

Xue Yang felt that he was sick and his brain was not functioning well, but he accompanied Xiao Xingchen to the market to bargain, so it didn't seem like he was mentally sick, or he was asking Xiao Xingchen to give himself Look, the Taoist gave him his pulse, but he could only smile wryly and frown helplessly: You can eat, sleep, talk and fight, and no one else is healthier than you.

So why?Xue Yang drooped his eyelids, playing with the scab on his stomach boredly.He wanted to reminisce about the fierce battle he had won unilaterally in the morning, but he always felt uncomfortable thinking about it. The dwarf couldn't think of anything other than not being happy and refining corpses and fighting tiger charms in the corpse refining field.

For the first time in his life, Xue Yang was shocked by his own boredom.

"Why don't you tell me a story?" Xue Yang propped his chin, squinted at Song Lan who was standing in the corner, and asked with a pout.The Taoist man in black had a pale complexion, which was still sallow under the dim oil lamp, his eyes were lifeless, and he heard some strange "gurgling" noises from his throat, which was regarded as a response for an unknown reason.

"Tch." Xue Yang turned his head, sneered with disdain, and anger rose from his heart, "The corpse can know a turtle! Fighting me can fight alone, it is obviously more pleasing to watch Xiao Xingchen, and listening to the little blind man arguing It's more interesting than listening to you babbling and howling blindly! Your eyes are so ugly now, it would be useless if you dig them out... Your mother's fart is useless, you are just a waste!"

The more Xue Yang talked, the more angry he got up, he kicked a coffin board flying, and then his expression changed, he felt that the sound of the thing hitting the ground might be loud, so he hurriedly called Song Lan, and firmly took it down before the board hit the ground.

Xue Yang listened to the surrounding movement with some guilt, and heaved a sigh of relief after confirming that there was no sound in the guest room. "I'm so cheap!" He looked embarrassed, and scratched his hair irritably, the blackness between his brows became thicker, he paced up and down, confused, and always felt that he had eaten something first-class. Big loss.In the end, he simply put the picker up and gave up thinking about it, threw off the quilt and got into the coffin, leaving Song Lan holding the coffin board at the door with a dazed expression all night.

The next day, Xiao Xingchen woke up slowly from his sleep, moved his lips, and before he had time to think about what happened yesterday, he was lifted up by the feeling that his throat was about to crack due to thirst.He fumbled to get out of bed to find water, but at the head of the bed he found a carved round stool that appeared at an unknown time, with a teacup on it, Xiao Xingchen touched it, and the tea in it was still warm.It's self-evident who prepared it. He was silent for a moment, then picked it up and took a sip, but his mouth moved away immediately like an electric shock.

"Hmm!" The Taoist narrowed his eyes, his expression twitching, "...so sweet..."

How much sugar did this have to melt into it?Are you going to kill someone?Xiao Xingchen cleared his throat, but his throat was still too dry and he couldn't cough at all. He swallowed his saliva, swallowed half a glass of sugar water with a death-like attitude, and refused to touch the teacup again.

"Xue Yang..." After a while, Xiao Xingchen hoarsely called out the nightmare that had haunted him all night.In a trance, he felt that everything that happened yesterday was a dream, or it should all be a dream, good dream or nightmare, it doesn't matter, as long as the voice he heard was that of that gentle young man, not that evil man who breathed like a poisonous snake. Ghosts are fine.

Xiao Xingchen rubbed his temples. Once he woke up, all kinds of absurd and lewd episodes from yesterday would mercilessly intrude on his mind. The soreness and numbness of his limbs made him have a splitting headache—a splitting headache, but it was limited to this .

Xiao Xingchen thought that he would suffer more, cry, vomit, and feel worse than death.But at this moment, he was extremely calm, and he could even spare some energy to think.He checked his body, and found that his body had been cleaned loose and clean, and his clothes and bandages had been changed properly. Xue Yang was usually a fool and his clothes didn't fit well. Be well behaved.

Xiao Xingchen's nose felt sour, and his heart felt sad again.He stood up, staggered a few steps, and stabilized his body by holding on to the table. The tea set on the table swayed slightly, making the crisp sound of porcelain colliding.Noisy laughter and yelling came from a distant place, and the dispute between the man and the aunt was particularly loud, and it seemed that the morning set had just started.

Xiao Xingchen listened for a while, but heard no other movement in the room, so he walked slowly to the door of the guest room and stayed there for a while, calling "Xue Yang" tentatively, but there was still no other sound.

Xiao Xingchen was a little strange. Since the other party was Xue Yang, he still felt an instinctive nervousness in his heart.He thought for a moment, then walked towards the corner of the bedroom, touched twice, found a crutch next to the two leaky bean baskets waiting for him to mend, and held it in his hand.

This crutch was sharpened by Xiao Xingchen for Xue Yang when he rescued Xue Yang. The handle has been carefully polished, and after a period of use, it is very smooth.The crutch had already been covered with quite a thick layer of dust, but Xiao Xingchen didn't have time to look at it, he just rubbed it roughly with his hands a few times and carried it out of the guest room.He carefully touched the ground with the bottom of his stick, walked to the gate, pushed the door hard, and all kinds of sounds from the market immediately poured into the Yizhuang through the wide open door.

The Taoist settled down, and stepped out of the threshold with one foot—there was no mechanism, no restriction, and nothing.

Xiao Xingchen was a little confused, but he didn't wonder for long.Xue Yang really doesn't need to do these unnecessary things, he has a lot of chips in his hand, and he doesn't worry about running away at all. No matter how bad it is, with his body without spiritual power, Xue Yang can easily find him even if he doesn't use a sword. , Slip back to Yizhuang for yourself.

Standing outside the door, Xiao Xingchen took a deep breath listening to the sound of people and vehicles passing by, feeling much more at ease than staying alone in the Yizhuang.

"Daoist Xiao, don't you want to get rid of the evil today?"

"Today I will rest and rectify, so I won't go. Aunt Shen, could you please tell me what time it is?"

"Hehe, have you overslept? It's already time." The woman who spoke to him smiled honestly, and added casually, "Why isn't the little girl and little brother who are with you here today?"

Xiao Xingchen was stunned for a moment, and smiled a little stiffly: "They...are noisy, maybe they are going to play again." After telling this lie that was nothing, Xiao Xingchen felt that he had exhausted his life's energy. Strength, nothing more to say.

Such a good morning, such a bustling and full of people's streets, in his impression, there should be another playful girl, a white-clothed Taoist priest, and a handsome young man. Then the Taoist smiled wryly while unfolding his shabby purse, and the young man laughed and paid for the snack for the girl.

But now there is nothing.A-Qing's whereabouts are unknown, and her safety is uncertain, while little friend...

Xiao Xingchen felt that something was about to flow out of his eyes again, so he covered his face with his hands, turned around and wanted to go back, but was terrified by an approaching rude yelling:

"Stop me! Damn you dare to steal your grandpa's money! Court death!"

Then, a small head hit Xiao Xingchen's body.Even if his spiritual power was sealed, Xiao Xingchen's brain would not be as rusted as his limbs. He immediately realized what had happened, threw his crutches away, and stretched out his arms to hug the little thing that hit him.

Then a heavy slap came down, and it hit Xiao Xingchen's vest in an impartial way.At that time, the Taoist felt the qi and blood churning, and had the urge to vomit all the internal organs together with the blood stasis in the chest cavity.

"Hey you blind man, what kind of hero are you pretending to me here! This little wild dog stole my money!" The beating man wiped his greasy palm on the apron that was dirtier than his palm, and his voice It was rough, like a piece of phlegm stuck in the throat, it was really noisy and unpleasant.

Xiao Xingchen resisted the discomfort in his body, straightened his waist and said in a harmonious voice: "Your Excellency, please be safe and don't be impatient. Idiots are ignorant and can still be educated, so why rush to beat people? My child, you..." Xiao Xingchen lowered his head, wanting to Advising the child who stole money, but he didn't want to be pushed away by the child. The child's fleshy elbow hit his chin. He was unprepared. He knocked his teeth and bit the tip of his tongue. Dizzy, fell to the ground.

Xiao Xingchen gasped in pain, never expecting this to happen.

The child ran so fast that he was gone in the blink of an eye.

The man was anxious and angry, his face turned pale, and he looked like an executioner in a storybook. Seeing his hard-earned money being taken away by a yellow-haired thief who appeared out of nowhere, it was so shocking. All his anger was released at Xiao Xingchen at once.

"Blind man, you have nothing to do with your own business! See what you can do! You can do it, all right, you will pay for all the money he stole!"

Last time it was A-Qing, this time it was like this.The Taoist, who can't even bargain, has the opportunity to see such a market scene a few more times, and was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a while.Seeing that the man didn't speak, the man tried to swear at him and tried to grab him.

Then he flew out screaming and knocked over the steamed stuffed bun cart on the side of the street. The white gas in the steamer was so hot that the man rolled on the ground and screamed.

"You don't even look at how clean your hands are, so you just rub them against other people? You're looking for a beating!"

Xiao Xingchen trembled when he heard the voice, regretting why he didn't send it up to be slapped to death by that man.

Xue Yang bared his two canine teeth and smiled at the man on the ground, meaning that you should roll the ball for me as soon as possible before I get angry. No matter how tough that man is, he knew he would die, he stumbled to his feet and ran away.

Yicheng doesn't have any notorious gangsters, and Xue Yang's name in this fart place can be regarded as going down in history.Passers-by around were stunned, especially the folks who often saw Xue Yang and Xiao Xingchen wondered if they had an eye disease, otherwise how could the young man who was smiling brightly the day before become so domineering overnight?

Xue Yang looked around for a week, and after reading the eyes of these people, he let out a sneer from the bottom of his heart.Now that Xiao Xingchen already knows who he is, he doesn't have to bear it any longer. What he was like in Kuizhou before, now he will only behave even worse in Yicheng. If you want to kill yourself, you have to kill two people for fun!

Having had enough brain addiction, Xue Yang put on his usual warm smile again, pushed the heavy vegetable basket into his arms, and reached out to hold Xiao Xingchen: "Master Daoist, are we going back?"

Xiao Xingchen couldn't stop shaking, but didn't say anything, picked up the crutch on the ground and followed Xue Yang into the house.