【Xue Xiao】Charcoal incense

The night wind blows, passing through the hall, carrying the skin-penetrating cold that is unique to winter and autumn.

Xue Yang sat on the bed, hugged Xiao Xingchen in his arms, and used the heat of the charcoal fire to dry the Taoist's long wet hair, while he put on a middle coat casually, letting his curly hair stick to the water and sweat. face.

Xue Yang lowered his eyes, with a candy in his mouth.

In the past, Xiao Xingchen always got up the earliest, and he never talked about some pedantic rules to let Xue Yang and A-Qing get up early, trying to give them a good dream at dawn.Xue Yang is not a good sleeper at first, even if he doesn't sleep for a few days, it's okay, but since he was picked up by Xiao Xingchen, he can sleep more and more. Lai half a day.

But now, Xue Yang couldn't sleep.

Xue Yang chuckled, and said leisurely: "Tell me, if I wake you up now, will you open your eyes and pounce on me? Daoist, are you angry?"

The Taoist's breathing was smooth, his chest was rising and falling steadily, the flushed skin had faded after being washed, and was soft and soft in the depiction of the orange fire light. With just one glance, the cold air all over his body would disappear in smoke, and he did not appear to be angry at all.

"Then I'll take it as if you don't know how?" Xue Yang raised his eyebrows, probably because he knew that the person in his arms wouldn't get angry with him, so he seemed in a good mood, and the sugar ball in his mouth started to rub against his teeth because of his tongue. They bumped into each other.

After the sugar melted away, Xue Yang's tongue began to feel thirsty, sour and astringent.This is unavoidable, even if you fill the bowl with water, it will be difficult to get rid of it. You have to eat another one to overwhelm it with a stronger sweetness.

Xue Yang looked at his bag of sugar on the table in the room, it was too far away, and he couldn't reach it unless he got out of bed, the sinister smile instantly wiped away the leisurely complacency just now, and returned to Xue Yang's face again: "Xiao Xingchen, you It's not that you won't get angry with me, you won't open your eyes at all."

The heavy affirmative sentence pattern was smashed out, leaving no room, and even the space for people to breathe and delusional was tightly stitched, which was suffocating.

"Your master, Baoshan Sanren, is also a waste. It is rumored that she can live from dead bodies to white bones, but if you just ask her to heal Song Lan's eyes, she needs the eyes of her good apprentice to heal her. What is that? Since she is an expert, how can she not make things out of thin air..." Halfway through speaking, Xue Yang paused, then changed his words, "No...she should be more cruel, and simply throw you down the mountain, and not help you at all! In this way, even if you gouged out your own eyes, it would be useless, I don’t believe it, could it be possible to restore sight to a blind man by simply putting two eyeballs in those two holes..."

Xiao Xingchen moved a bit, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he looked uncomfortable.It was only then that Xue Yang realized that his hand was tightly clasping Xiao Xingchen's arm, as if he wanted to crush the Taoist's bones.He let go, his body was already hot from the quilt, but he pulled the quilt tighter, and continued to talk to himself: "Then Song Lan is clearly so determined, 'I don't need to see you again in this life', he has already said that , why do you want to give others eyes? A lunatic who angered you for no reason deserves your sadness? You idiot..."

The more Xue Yang scolded, the more he didn't know who he was scolding, and felt that he was bored, so he could only shut up, staring at the dark room in a daze, thinking about something randomly in his mind.

He tried to close his eyes, but once he closed them, the image of Xiao Xingchen committing suicide with a sword in his mind would appear.The longer the eyes were closed, the closer Shuanghua's blade was to the fragile carotid artery. When Xiao Xingchen's flesh showed a dazzling red under the blade, Xue Yang opened his eyes suddenly, and fiercely Staring at the person in his arms for a while, and confirming that the person's breathing and body temperature are still there, he can breathe a sigh of relief.

Anyway, if people are still alive, there will be a way to solve the problem when people are still alive, but it will be a matter of time.

Xue Yang got out of bed, helped Xiao Xingchen up, and put a somewhat worn coarse cloth cloak on Xiao Xingchen: "Shuanghua, I'll hold it for you, and I'll return it to you when you figure it out." To the Taoist After putting on the boots and stuffing something into the Qiankun bag, Xue Yang carried Xiao Xingchen on his back, grabbed the candy on the table, and said with a smile, "Master Daoist, we may have to go wandering for a while."

Xue Yang kicked open the back door, and there was a tall horse with a black mane standing in the backyard, snorting, and its front hooves vigorously dug a few deep marks on the ground.

Xue Yang stared at the horse that appeared out of nowhere for a moment, and then turned into a broken smile:

"It's really considerate."

After finishing speaking, he first put Xiao Xingchen on the saddle, and then turned himself up. After supporting Xiao Xingchen, he squeezed his legs on the stirrups, and the horse galloped out.

There were a lot of delicious food in the morning market. Xue Yang had bought vegetables, put down the full basket, and sat on a bench at a breakfast stand, eating a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

The owner of this stall is generous, and even poured a layer of honey on top of the glutinous, soft and sweet pastries. Xue Yang was so satisfied with the food that the plate was more than half empty after a few chopsticks. While eating, he wondered if he should give Yi The Taoist priest in the village, who was sleeping in the dark, also wrapped two pieces.

"Carrots, amaranth, lean pork, duck eggs... With this configuration, Chengmei didn't sleep well today, and her eyes are also not working well?"

Hearing someone's voice, Xue Yang sneered, he was not in the mood to continue eating what was left on the plate, and turned to face the smiling face that lasted for a hundred years.

The stall owner at this end is very busy, his round body is being molded in front of layers of steamers, and the copper coins returned by the customers are knocked out of their fingertips by a loud noise before they are thrown into the money box. Jumped to the ground.When they arrived in a hurry, all they got was a disintegrated food table and a black figure with a vegetable basket on his shoulders.

The stall owner was stunned immediately, and his heart trembled. His small business has always been innocent, and almost everyone would praise his own food. He has never seen such a barbaric and unreasonable diner.Just as he was about to ask for an explanation, the arm that had just been stretched out was gently pulled back by a soft hand: "The dog is spoiled, the owner forgives me."

At the end, the stall owner stretched out his palm, and there was a bright yellow gold grain lying inside. Although some glutinous rice flour was stuck on it, it didn't hinder its dazzling eyes.

When the stall owner rubbed his eyes dazzled by gold, the young man in black and the smiling face with blood on his eyebrows just now disappeared.The resentment was gone, but some doubts arose: what did that young guy just say, what?

"Long time no see, Mr. Xue is still able to make it as usual, and he will let me spend money as soon as he comes up."

"Naturally, it's because I haven't seen my old father for a long time. I can't let my skills become unfamiliar, can I?"

"Young Master Xue is joking. You are so talented in finding things for me, how can you just forget it?"

It was clearly a teasing remark, but Xue Yang listened to it as a tainted compliment, and suddenly he was in a good mood, showing two canine teeth and laughing: "Young Master Jin is absurd."

Jin Guangyao smiled helplessly, shook his head and asked, "Are you alone today?"

Xue Yang's smile faltered, and one corner of his mouth was slightly pressed down, turning into a flowing arc: "You can even look through a vegetable basket with relish, and you still care about how many people I have. Those who don't know think you have something for me." What kind of ambiguous attempt is it? The dignified Immortal Governor flew here specially to take care of some trivial matters, and the Golden Scale Terrace is free for you?"

"Song Lan is dead, so Xiao Xingchen knows everything."

Xue Yang put away his smile, turned his head slowly, a layer of blackness enveloped his brows and eyes: "What do you mean?"

"You know that Xiao Xingchen's eyes didn't become like this due to illness, so why bother to deceive yourself?" Jin Guangyao stood with his hands behind his back, a cunning flashed in his eyes, so shrewd as to make people uncomfortable.

Xue Yang didn't think there was anything wrong with being seen through by Jin Guangyao, he was always shameless, and he was bad in the past without hiding it, but Jin Guangyao's tone now was similar to persuasion and concern to him, which made him Feeling very fresh, so he smiled and asked, "How are you doing?"

"I have a solution." Jin GuangYao smiled.

Xue Yang's lower eyelids twitched, and he answered like a donkey's lip was wrong: "How do you know that I will definitely agree to your request?"

"I understand you." Jin Guangyao turned sideways and made a "please" gesture, "Let's go, Chengmei. Find a teahouse to treat you to tea."

It was still early, and there was no business in the teahouse, and when the door of the private room was closed, it looked even more clean.

Xue Yang picked up the tea mug, glanced at the few pieces of dried jujube rings floating on the red tea, and condescended to say, "Fart, let go."

With a calm expression, Jin Guangyao pinched the handle of the lid, and used the edge of the lid to pull the tea foam on the surface of the tea, and said slowly: "There is something wrong with the Yinhu Talisman."

Xue Yang was not surprised, he swallowed half a cup of tea, and gloated: "Back then, Jin Guangshan went crazy in his spring and autumn dream of unifying the immortal sect, forcing you to urge me to fight the Yin Tiger Talisman as soon as possible. When I gave it to you, there were still a few lines on the talisman that could be carefully repaired in the future. I thought, it’s not a problem, and there will be time to dig it out later, but I never thought about it—hey! No, I’ll just touch it here It's you."

"You little rascal is so unreasonable." Jin Guangyao smiled wryly, thinking that this little rascal was blaming him, "You slaughtered Baixueguan, poisoned Daoist Song, what a big scene, what a spicy way. I will teach you how to do it." Don't offend gentlemen, you won't listen, those two priests exterminate evil spirits, many people have benefited from them, love them even more, and they all regard these two ways as a life-saving tool in a crisis. You have hurt Song Lan Unrecognizable with Xiao Xingchen, it is equivalent to threatening the people who rely on the protection of these two."

Jin Guangyao took a sip of tea, moistened his throat, and continued: "To those people, you are a villain who can kill them quickly. If you don't want to protect the two priests, you just want to take revenge on you. You are Lan The guest of the Ling Jin family has been attacked by many people, and my Jin family has to set an example. In the words of the enemy, I have been so busy working for you that I have been exhausted, don't you know?"

"Tch." Xue Yang sneered.Complaints belong to complainers, he knew very well that if Jin Guangyao really wanted to kill him, he wouldn't be able to run away.

The time Xue Yang was cleaned up was done by Jin Guangyao himself.Xue Yang was restrained by a group of disciples and couldn't use his hands and feet. He could only watch Hensheng fly over him, cutting his flesh and blood.But looking at the tragic scene, he didn't hit the vital point with a single sword. He has a strong self-healing ability, even if he lies alone in the wilderness, he can recover to seven or eighty-eight within two or three days.Jin Guangyao understood this, fearing that people who knew Xue Yang would find out that the little rascal was not dead, so he thoughtfully picked a remote place like Yicheng and threw Xue Yang on the outskirts of the city.

Suddenly, Xiao Xingchen appeared.

After Jin Guangyao went to collect Xue Yang after three days, the weeds started to sprout where Xue Yang had been lying.

"Why didn't you come to me sooner? This Yinhu Talisman is not only Jin Guangshan, you have to be in a hurry, right?" Xue Yang stood up and went to the charcoal stove in the corner to warm up. hand.Last night I lay in the coffin and didn't sleep peacefully. In the morning, I was dazed and didn't want to add any clothes. I went out to buy vegetables with a single shirt on. Only now did I realize that I was cold.

Jin Guangyao had no choice but to say, "When I found you, you were smiling brightly beside Xiao Xingchen. Seeing your happy face, I'm afraid you wouldn't come back with me when I went to look for you at that juncture; I'll leave the Yinhu Talisman to you, I don't believe that you can calm down and repair the Yinhu Talisman for me when you're having fun." After a pause, "But now I'm here to find you, wouldn't it be a good time?"

Xue Yang snorted coldly: "I never said that I would go back to Lanling with you honestly, I have to look at the chips you gave me first."

"There is a mountain in Baling, and there is a shrine on the top of the mountain..."

"Stop, Lianfang-zun, there used to be a mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain? Do you want Xue to go up the mountain to worship the gods?" Xue Yang laughed.

Jin Guangyao expected him to say something like this, so he glanced at him and asked, "Do you have a better way? Use your meager medical knowledge to pinch Xiao Xingchen's eyes?"

Although Xue Yang is a fellow student of the way of immortals and ghosts, he never bothers to ask gods and ghosts when things happen. When Xue Yang wants what he wants, whenever he doesn't rely on a handful of disasters in his universe bag, or if he wants to pluck the stars in the sky, he will also Knowing how to kill and build ladders by oneself, climb up to pick them, and never kowtow three times and pray nine times to beg the gods of the Moon Palace for alms.

He can do this by himself, but now, he has Xiao Xingchen beside him.

Xue Yang was noncommittal, and shrugged his shoulders to signal Jin Guangyao to continue.

"There is a mountain more than fifty miles away from Chongshuo of Jiang's house in Baling, named Wolongga. There is a shrine on the mountain, which is very effective."

"How do you know it works?" Xue Yang was curious.

Jin Guangyao raised his eyes to look at Xue Yang, smiled without saying a word, picked up the teacup, and the cinnamon between his brows made the tea mist float in a strange color.

Xue Yang realized that he didn't want to answer, so he didn't ask any more questions. He squeezed his throat and said "Thank you Lianfang Zun for your guidance" as a thank you, and then he looked serious: "I'll consider the matter of the Yinhu Talisman."

Jin Guangyao breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that Xue Yang's words meant that he agreed.To be honest, in the past, he might have considered Xue Yang's willful temper, but now, Jin Guangyao is not worried about whether he can achieve his goal in this negotiation.

"Chengmei, what you are doing now is really not in line with your style."

Xue Yang stared at the crackling charcoal fire, his eyes were a little blurred, and he mocked absent-mindedly: "Really? You have found out my way of doing things from the bottom up..."

Jin Guangyao sighed softly, got up and approached Xue Yang: "Chengmei, look at this charcoal, it's a black mass, people know it's dirty hands, so they only use the tongs to pick it up, even if it burns to keep warm, it's only a moment fleeting."

Jin Guangyao raised the long wave of the Jin Xingxuelang robe with his hands, and brought a gust of wind.The wind carried the coal and burned the remaining wreckage, and crushed them into dust in the strong airflow. The charcoal ash confused Xue Yang's sight, and scattered in all directions:

"The remaining charcoal ash is nothing but waste. Who else will remember it well?"

Xue Yang snorted, and rolled up the vegetable basket on the chair: "Many things. If you are so busy, why don't you find a Qihuang sage to help you grow up again, worrying about it every day, no wonder you are not tall." After finishing, Turn around and open the door.

Jin Guangyao shook his head, and was about to sit down, when he suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly called Xue Yang: "Shut up, look at my memory, there is one more thing."

Hearing this, Xue Yang turned his head and met Jin Guangyao's smiling face, which made him suspect that Jin Guangyao didn't forget what he was going to say next, but deliberately kept these words as the finale:

"Going to Wolongjia to pray to God, there is a rule."

Jin Guangyao stood in front of the window of the private room, his eyes fixedly followed Xue Yang's idyllic back, and stopped with him in front of the wine stall with the banner fluttering, watching him poking his head and chatting with the store owner.

"Evil is evil to the end, you and I are black in our bones, goodness is also lame, what are you trying to do?" Jin Guangyao tilted his head, the corners of his mouth raised, turned and left the private room.

Ever since you broke into his world, you have looked hopelessly dirty, and what will happen in the future, who will remember you well?

Not far from the Yizhuang downstairs, a blind Taoist came out.

When Jin Guangyao left the teahouse, he happened to run into the shopkeeper who was jumping in a hurry without the money for the drink, so he casually put down a piece of silver:

"Don't be surprised by the owner, he has such a temper."