【Xue Xiao】Charcoal incense

The gate of the Yizhuang was broken open from the outside, the noise of the broken door frame overshadowed the neighing of the horses in the backyard, and sawdust and window paper flew down, hitting the tables, chairs and coffins, setting off a choking cloud of dust.

"Daoist! Daoist!" The white-eyed girl hurriedly jumped into the Yizhuang holding a bamboo pole, no longer in the mood to use the pole to pretend to be blind, a pair of straw sandals ran to the point of losing her feet.

After Xiao Xingchen was carried into the bedroom by Xue Yang, Ah Jing scrambled and scrambled to escape from Yi Zhuang. She fell several times in a row, and the clothes Xiao Xingchen cleaned for her were covered in dust and mud.She knew that she couldn't beat that living monster, and she would just die if she rushed up, and she was afraid that something would happen to Xiao Xingchen, so she could only ask people if they were cultivating immortals, and shouted for help with a trembling voice. Her appearance was gone, only haggard and sensitive. Many people pushed her to the ground before she could speak, calling her crazy.

Bedrooms, coffins, A-Qing searched for every place where people could hide, but the Yizhuang was empty, with strange conjectures running wild in her mind, and the biting night wind took advantage of the broken door to file in, little girl His thin body bones were blown to this side, his eyes were gray, and he could hardly stand on his feet.

Is she late?Did she fail to save the Taoist priest?

A few monks followed A-Qing to search around the Yizhuang.A monk dressed more gorgeously than the others walked into the bedroom, stared at the half-turned quilt, and after a while, stretched out his hand to probe: "The quilt is still warm, and there were some unextinguished sparks in the charcoal tank just now, it should be I just left not long ago. Look again to see if there are any other entrances and exits in this Yizhuang."

The rest of the monks responded after hearing the words, and scattered to search.Not long after, a monk rushed back and bowed to report: "Sovereign, there is a backyard in Yizhuang. The ground is full of hoof prints. The prints are neat and not procrastinated. I guess it must be a good horse to step on it. No accidents. If so, even if the horse is carrying two people, it is almost out of the city now, there is no moon tonight, Yu Jian can chase it, but the accompanying children have just returned from hunting at night, and they have not been rectified, so I am afraid it will be difficult to support."

Hearing this, A-Qing's panic grew a little stronger, and she rushed over and grabbed the sleeve of the leading monk, as if she was holding the last pampas grass in her hand: "Sect Master Ouyang! Please save me!" Daoist!"

She wasn't afraid that Xue Yang would kill Xiao Xingchen. After she saw Taoist Cheng Che almost collapsed after being humiliated by this lunatic, she was afraid that Taoist would be forced to die by that evil head every step of the way.

Ouyang Xin supported A-Qing, whose soles were weak, without averting his gaze.

In the night hunt that made Xiao Xingchen famous in one fell swoop, Xiao Xingchen not only subdued an extremely violent beast, but also rescued many monks who were in trouble in the fight with the beast, including those who were in trouble with his wife. Ouyang Xin went out to hunt at night, and at that time, Ouyang Xin's wife was pregnant.

So when Ouyang Xin heard the name Xiao Xingchen from the staggering A-Qing, he followed the girl without even thinking about it—the kindness of a drop of water has already been repaid by a spring, so what about the kindness of saving a life?What's more, Xiao Xingchen's sword Shuanghua protected three lives of his Ouyang family, and even the incense that was almost lost in his hands was saved by this chivalrous man.

"Awen." Ouyang Xin said solemnly, "You take Miss Aqing back to Baling first, take care of the girl, and the rest follow me with my sword!"

"Yes!"

A few bright white flying swords flew into the air, and followed the direction of the hoofprints.

Xue Yang was dormant among the bushes, like a vigilant wolf guarding food. His dark red eyes gleamed with a gloomy cold light in the darkness. After seeing the monk with the sword in the air gradually going away, he finally let go of his murderous aura.

After closing the half-push out of the sheath, Xue Yang breathed a sigh of relief inaudibly, frowned and cursed inwardly: he was careless, and he naively thought that if Xiao Xingchen didn't make trouble or run away, he would let A-Qing go. A way out, ignoring how weird that girl can be.If he had known that this little blind man would come to rescue soldiers, he should have silenced this girl in time.Xue Yang used the scabbard to push aside the arm of the dead body with stiff torso blocking his heels, and scratched his hair irritably.

He let out the black-maned steed empty-handed as a bait to deceive people. Fortunately, Yicheng is a place with a lot of yin and corpses, so two horses on horseback can give some time to escape, but the horse is gone. Yu Jian was too ostentatious, which made him waste a lot of time on the road ahead, and he didn't know if he could afford it or not in such a hot pursuit.

Xue Yang's mind flashed the luminous pattern on the body of the fairy sword in the night sky just now—Chang Ye Gou Na.

He gritted his teeth with hatred, and regretted why he didn't immediately find someone to shave A-Qing immediately, lest she find a rescuer so that she would not die, and she was looking for someone from the Ouyang family in Baling.

This journey must be to set foot on Tai Sui soil.

There is a ferry to the east of the outskirts of Yicheng, and it is more appropriate to go to Baling along the waterway. Those monks who came to Ouyang's family would not have guessed that they would go to the enemy's territory.But to be on the safe side, the sooner the better.

The catastrophe in the scabbard seemed to be clanging, and together with Xue Yang's stern laughter, there was an imminent force to cut flesh and soul: Whether he can afford it or not, he must heal Xiao Xingchen's rotten eyes Well, whoever dares to rob someone without a good eye, he will never give him a chance to breathe again.

The Taoist slept peacefully, and was currently pillowing on Xue Yang's lap, breathing the cool air among the grass and trees in the autumn night with his reddish nose.The shocks on the horse's back failed to wake him up, which made Xue Yang very admired, but at the same time, he was a little annoyed: Why am I here desperately trying to find material to fill your holes, but you are the one who sleeps? Didn't even have a sigh and dream talk?

Xue Yang clicked his tongue, thinking to wake Xiao Xingchen up and let him follow him, but he pressed his hand again and looked away from him.

Splashing ink in the night sky, there is no bright moon, and no twinkling stars. This kind of night is very rare. It is gloomy and gloomy, like the depression of dark clouds pressing down on the city before a summer thunderstorm, but pushing the low night wind past the corners of Xue Yang's eyes , making his eyes watery.

Xue Yang is not a person who likes to think. He has always practiced the concept of putting things first, destroying everything that makes him unhappy: the glutinous rice ball stall with rice wine not sweet, Yueyang Chang's, Song Lan—the dead things that make him unhappy He was smashed to pieces, and every living thing that got in his sight was doomed.Xue Yang indulged his emotions, acted according to their guidelines, acted recklessly, hardly had to turn his brain, and lived happily.

Xiao Xingchen was also someone who made Xue Yang unhappy.Xue Yang gritted his teeth in anger at his elder-like admonition when they first met. He arrested Xue Yang and went to the Jinlin Terrace, making Xue Yang utterly embarrassed. He carried his enemy back to Yizhuang for treatment. Xue Yang was shocked by the stupidity of being willing to put shackles around his neck for the sake of others.In Xue Yang's life, this Taoist priest was really the most annoying person, so annoying that he was amazed. After Bai Xue watched the bloody case, Xue Yang was even more certain that Xiao Xingchen's fate would be worse than Song Lan's.So when Xue Yang saw Xiao Xingchen circling in his narrow palm, he found it very interesting and even more joyful.

Why on earth did he want Xiao Xingchen to regain his sight?A blind man with no spiritual power is obviously easier to control than a Taoist priest with both eyes and ears and profound cultivation. There is no doubt about it. Now Xiao Xingchen is like a clown with a string. Xue Yang hooked his fingers to the left, and Xiao Xingchen would It's a million people who don't want to, and don't want to be right. They are obedient and obedient, which is more ridiculous than when they didn't know Xue Yang's true identity before.

But when two lines of blood and tears flowed out of the empty eye sockets on the Taoist priest's face, Xue Yang felt as if his neck was being strangled by a pair of invisible sharp claws, suppressing the hot breath in his heart, The burning made his whole body ache, and the pain spread all over his limbs.

The tendon in Xue Yang's brain that was almost rusted to adjust his emotions seemed to be poked by a finger, which made him have a splitting headache.

Xue Yang sniffed, wanting to liven up his numb head from the cold, he grabbed Xiao Xingchen's arms and carried him on his back.

"Wait until I've had enough..." Xue Yang smiled softly, turned his body, and put Xiao Xingchen's head on his neck, "Forget it, wait, I'm not enough. Don't you want to run."

In the second half of the sentence, Xue Yang seemed to be speaking to himself.

It seemed that he himself understood that in order to continue walking, he had to work hard to convince himself.

The sac like the pinna is the sound of trickling water, gurgling.

The rare tranquility and precious peace reminded Xiao Xingchen of his peaceful childhood.

Xiao Xingchen had never been able to distinguish the position of the hidden surroundings among the lush bamboo leaves, but he was led by his master, turning around the bluestone path with thousands of turns, listening to the gurgling bamboo waves one after another under the breeze , He has never had a trace of fear.

He and his master went up the stream, and sat down under the only gold inlaid jade bamboo pole in the whole mountain. The master was copying the ancient book of mind on a clean porphyry rock beside the stream, and Xiao Xingchen shook his head , imitating the caterpillars clinging to the blades of grass, arching and arching on the slightly damp grass.Tired of playing, he took out the book from the study from his Qiankun bag, rubbed it next to the master, leaned on the loose white hair of the master, and read the book honestly.

In the process of reading, no matter whether Xiao Xingchen encounters uncommon words and Confucianism, obscure Daoism and economics, or remote legends and legends, Baoshan Sanren can always put down his pen lightly, and slowly narrate to this innocent child , Answering his doubts, countless questions, without exception.

Those were the years that shone like stars: the sunlight covered by bamboo leaves, the ancient sandalwood on Master’s body, the fragrance of ink overflowing from the rushing paper, and the chirping birdsong.Countless beauties in this bamboo forest are intertwined, as if igniting a once-in-a-thousand-year Anshen powder, Xiao Xingchen will always fall asleep on the lap of the master.

In his sleep, a slightly cool hand would wipe away the fine sleep sweat on his forehead and drive away the buzzing mosquitoes.

When he woke up, the first thing he saw was always those eyes with the afterglow of the setting sun, and there was a soft question:

——"Little sleepy bug, are you hungry?"

"Don't pretend when you wake up, get up, are you hungry?"

Lying in the belly of the boat, Xiao Xingchen felt dizzy and nauseous. He could only linger on the mess in his mind helplessly. wake up.He knocked on the wooden board he was lying on, listened to the flowing water slide over the side of the boat, regained consciousness for a moment from the hangover stupefied: "Where are you going?"

Xue Yang tapped the water lightly with his long pole, and hummed viciously: "You don't know how to read?"

Xiao Xingchen sighed, and said indifferently, "Xue Yang, what do you really want? To you, a person like me may not even be considered a decent toy."

"What do I want? I want you to be honest, I want you to be my boss, a toy, yes, you are a toy, not only do I want to play with you now, but I want to give you eyes later when I have the chance See how I play with you."

Xiao Xingchen turned his face to the side, his face was slightly pale due to the headache, but his brows did not frown because of Xue Yang's remarks.Xiao Xingchen was a little surprised to find that the longer he spent with Xue Yang, the more indignation and desire to die in his heart faded, replaced by ironic pity - he actually felt that the person in front of him who looked like The devil who summoned wind and rain was even a little more pitiful than himself, and even those humiliating words seemed a little ridiculous.

The evil body seems to be just bluffing, using vulgar arguments to cover up what is hidden under the body.

But Xiao Xingchen was tired of being deceived, and he no longer had the strength to analyze and figure out a villain whom he hated so much, or to make up his mind not to let this devil see him in a state of embarrassment. , now he and Xue Yang can even be considered to be in peace with each other.

Xue Yang is not a roundworm in Xiao Xingchen's stomach. He has no way of knowing what Xiao Xingchen is thinking. He is just instinctively wary of the sudden silence, and subconsciously wants to use words to make Xiao Xingchen speak: " There are often floods in the waters between Sichuan and Hunan, and there are countless corpses soaked in a piece of green water. If a living person travels in a boat, if he is not careful, he has to go down to accompany them."

Xiao Xingchen didn't respond.

In fact, Xue Yang himself didn't know what he was doing by saying this, was he threatening Xiao Xingchen to stop him from jumping ship and absconding, but this Taoist priest already wanted to seek death.He didn't get a response, and Xue Yang was not in the mood to talk about the stand-up comedy that couldn't please him any more. He straightened up and concentrated on manipulating the penny he snatched from the ferryman. He tied the knot in front of Xiao Xingchen.

Xiao Xingchen supported the canopy and sat up, rubbed his temples, crossed his legs, and began to recite the formula in his heart to calm his mind.

——"Master, what is saving the world?"

The bare hand of Baoshan Sanren stroking the ebony guqin froze in the air, but it was only for a moment, and then the melodious rhythm flowed through her fingertips again.

Master, what is saving the world?

Taoist Yanling asked the same question when he wrapped the paper for Baoshan Sanren, and Zangse Sanren stuffed Baoshan Sanren's share of pastries quietly into his mouth.

The eyes of Baoshan Sanren were filled with invisible sadness and panic, which was blurred by the sound of strings and strings.Her lips twitched twice, as if it was difficult to speak, and after the song was played, she finally opened her mouth quietly:

"As a teacher... I don't know."

Even though it had been several years since he went down the mountain, Xiao Xingchen still couldn't understand these two words. It is easy to understand when separated, but once put together, it becomes so elusive.

The crisp sound of the penny hitting the ground created a circle of water waves.

The ship has docked.