Grandpa is such a bird

Ling Jiang touched a jar of wine from nowhere, hung it on his little claws and brought it to the baby birdhouse. At night, he nestled in the bird's nest, squatting on the edge of the wine jar, taking a sip from time to time, squinting at the birdhouse. The deserted moonlight in the sky.

In his nest, he couldn't see the Yiyun Pavilion hanging from the peak, and naturally he couldn't see the mansion hidden among the jagged boulders. Ling Jiang silently pecked at the wine, as if he had something on his mind, but he didn't seem to be on his mind, so he just had a moment Drank the whole jar in one go.

When he woke up the next day, Ling Jiang crawled out of the wine jar in a sloppy manner. The fur and feathers on his body were pulled into strands and strands, and he couldn't even shake it. The feather crown on his forehead was hanging listlessly in front of his eyes. , swaying back and forth with his movements, like a bang.

He yawned and walked to the bird feeding tank to wash his mouth and face. The baby birds above his head got up early in the morning for daily morning flight training. He hadn't seen him for a few days. The group of young birds selected from the selection meeting had already grown up. When it grows up a circle, the posture of spreading its wings and gliding can still be seen as the embryonic form of an adult letter bird.

The letter bird's back wave pushes the front wave, and the front wave hits the sky dead.

As the front wave that had already been slapped to death, Ling Jiang felt that he could make another wave, and slapped Hai Dongqing in Yin Chenglan's hand to death in the raging waves. I plunged into the water to wake myself up completely, then flew into the sky, rushed out of the water, and flew towards the peak while shaking the water.

The bird trainer who was standing on the bird training ground holding the five-color flag to direct the letter birds was splashed with water for some reason, and wiped his face melancholy, hoping it wasn't something that the bird didn't hold back.

The carved doors and windows in the study room were tightly closed, none of them were opened, Lingjiang heard a sound coming out of his ears, so he avoided the shadow guards in the dark, hid on the crossbar under the cornice, and squatted down in a comfortable position.

In the room, Yan Chu twisted a silver needle from Yin Chenglan's leg. The needle was different from ordinary ones. The hair was thin, but very long, as long as the palm of an adult man. The whole body was silver, with light falling on it. There was a chill at the time, and one end of the needle was not the same as the usual straight one, but had a curved hook, a bit like a hook used for fishing.

The hook in his hand was faintly black, Yan Chu threw the silver needle into a bowl of unknown water, and saw the black on it spread out like ink, rippling around and around.

Yan Chu continued to lower his head, and twisted off the remaining seven silver crochet needles on Yin Chenglan's body. When he was done, he kept a sullen baby face until all the silver crochet needles were taken off, and he looked up at Yin Chenglan, his arrogant expression changed. Changed, slowed down, and flashed a reserved approval.

Those silver needles went down into Yin Chenglan's whole body, pierced through the flesh and blood, and kept piercing in until they touched the bone, then used more strength to submerge the silver needles into the bone marrow, and waited for an hour and a half for the hooks on the silver crochet needles to touch the bone marrow The poison in the inside, and then slowly pulled out the flesh and blood little by little. When it was pulled out, the original needle holes were torn open, and the flesh and blood were brought out all the way.

Yin Chenglan's legs didn't feel and didn't hurt, but when the needle was taken out on the chest, abdomen and neck, bright red blood also came out, and the skin and flesh fibers were ripped apart by the barbed silver crochet needles. The onlookers just watched At a glance, I feel the pain is going to die.

But Yin Chenglan didn't even hum, and even his expression didn't change. He was as calm and stable as usual. If it wasn't for the cold sweat on his forehead and his overly pale face, he would have almost asked a question according to the song, and it didn't hurt. ah?Is it still comfortable?

Yan Chu stretched out his hand, and Ji Yushan on the side hurriedly put the wet handkerchief on his arm, but Yan Chu didn't move, frowning, Ji Yushan reacted, took his hand and wiped him with the handkerchief one by one finger.

"How's the poison?" Lian Presse asked impatiently, trying to get Yin Chenglan to lie down on the bed, but the man stopped him with a wave.

Yin Chenglan straightened his neckline, and his voice was a little hoarse: "I'm sorry, Miracle Doctor, follow the song, and send Miracle Doctor Yan and Young Master Ji back to rest."

Yan Chu put his wiped hands in his sleeves, and said indifferently: "You don't have to pretend, no one wants to know how your poison is doing more than yourself, and now I can only tell you that Bawei Tiancai is a treasure You are still short of Siwei, if you don’t find it again, you will die soon after the silver crochet can’t restrain your poison.”

Listening to what he said was too straightforward, Lian Ge frowned, leaned against the wall, and first showed a smile, which was very hypocritical: "Don't worry about the genius doctor Yan, and with the flowers of Yuxiye, there are only three kinds of flowers. Now, seeing that victory is in sight, we must be more joyful."

"Press the song", Yin Chenglan glanced at him calmly, the latter seemed to be choked by the throat, put away the smile on his face, and stood aside numbly.

Yan Chu didn't care about the insinuation in his words: "I didn't want to hand over Linshuitu to you before, because I believe that you can hardly find the remaining Sanwei Tiancai and rare treasures."

If it wasn't for the idiot beside him, even now, he would not be happy.

Yin Chenglan picked up a cup of cold tea on the desk, pressed it to his lips, and lowered his eyes: "No matter what, I have to thank the miracle doctor."

Yan Chu was extremely satisfied with his polite attitude, which is why he was willing to agree to suppress his toxicity with a silver crochet needle.

This person advances and retreats in a certain way, neither aggressive nor aggressive, he is like a perennial ruler, strategizing, majestic and calm, extremely good at seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages.

Yan Chu felt that he was not like a Jianghu guest, but like a prince and general who lived in Biwazhuli. On weekdays, he could not only sit and cook snow and tea, greet and send, learn about the past, discuss the present, but also when it violated interests, Smiling, he put the dagger down the guest's throat, and after three feet of blood spattered, he washed his hands with hot wine and asked if the meal was okay with a smile.

"There is still half a month until the best time for Yuxi Ye to bloom. Since there is already rain and water, don't delay any longer. I think you have already thought of a way to enter the Guohe River. I won't say much about the rest. I hope my baby will not be wasted."

After finishing speaking, he put the silver crochet needle into the medicine box that he carried with him at his feet, threw the medicine box to Ji Yushan who didn't know what to think behind him, and said displeasedly, "Let's go."

Ji Yushan quickly caught the medicine box, nodded to Yin Chenglan and Lian Songe with a smile, and followed out with three steps at a time.

At this time, the man in the wheelchair gasped for breath as if he had not recovered from a serious illness, and put the teacup back on the table. The corners of his lips were bloodshot, and Ling Jiang on the eaves looked through the gap. , and found that the water in his teacup was almost not missing, but turned into blood instead.

Lingjiang thought to himself: "It's really pretty good at pretending."

Even press the song to push him back to the room to rest, but was rejected again, Yin Chenglan looked down at his hands, the mountain wind came in through the gap in the window, sticking a few strands of black hair to the blood stains on his lips, he whispered softly: "I can die, but not before him."

Hearing this, Lian pressed the song and went around in front of him, knelt down on one knee, with his hands on his knees, his face was solemn like Lingjiang had never seen before: "This subordinate vows to let that person die without a place to bury him. , even if the subordinate dies, he must be dragged to die with him."

Yin Chenglan looked at his resolute look for a moment, then bent his lips and said with a smile: "Do you want to die for love if you die together?"

I was vomited even after I pressed the song, and the loyalty in my heart was immediately fed to the dog.

On the way back, Ji Yushan didn't know what he was thinking all the way, and fell behind without saying a word, until his forehead bumped into the back of the person in front of him, then he rubbed his forehead in pain, and raised his head in doubt: "Yan Brother?"

Yan Chu impatiently pulled down his wrist and looked at the forehead he hit, and asked bluntly: "What are you thinking about? Is there anything to make you worry about it? You have found someone, so you still want to think about it."

Ji Yushan froze for a moment, rolled his eyes, grabbed Yan Chu's medicine box and touched it twice: "I was thinking of you."

Caught off guard, that baby face froze, and then quickly came back to his senses, a blush flushed on his porcelain-like cheeks, and he said angrily: "What do you want me to do, what do I have to think about, I'm right by your side. "

Ji Yushan took a quick step to join him: "From what you said today, it seems that Pavilion Master Yin asked you to ask for rain water and soil before. Since you didn't want to give it, why did you agree to send me to Yufeng Pavilion later?"

Yan Chu didn't expect that he didn't understand the reason, and his angry face became even redder: "If I don't give it to you, can you see Yin Chenglan? If you can't see Yin Chenglan, how can you find the shadow of your heart so quickly? , if I can’t see your shadow, hmph, can you give up on her.”

He was talking nonsense, and Ji Yushan managed to pick out an important sentence: "It's not my shadow, she... Forget it, I won't mention her in the future."

He raised his eyebrows: "I knew that brother Yan was willing to part with me because of me. Don't ask me clearly so I can repay you."

Yan Chu didn't look at him, his eyes swept across the beautiful scenery of Wan Haifeng's cage, and he was silent for a while: "How can you repay me, a poor scholar, if you really want to repay..."

His voice became smaller and smaller, Ji Yushan couldn't hear the words behind him clearly, couldn't help but lower his head and leaned towards him, Yan Chu was half a head shorter than him, with a baby face, every time he saw him like this, Ji Yushan wanted to reach out and touch him But this time, Yan Chu became impatient: "Forget it, forget it, you won't agree to it, go, I'm hungry, I want breakfast."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Ji Yushan's answer, he turned around and entered the Cangyu Tower.

Ling Jiang squatted on the eaves for half a day, and the mountain wind blew away his hangover from last night. He finally pieced together the sporadic conversations of the people in the room and figured it out.

It's not that the poison in Yin Chenglan's body cannot be detoxified, but that it is difficult to find the detoxification things. They have already found four kinds, and there are four more left. The medicine powder for the flowering of the exotic treasure fish.

And now, it's not long before Yu Xiye blooms.

Ling Jiang squatted on the eaves, seeing Yin Chenglan finally couldn't hold it anymore, bent his straight back, bent his elbows against his forehead, his lips were almost transparent, and pressed his temples: "Feed Ah Qing some good ones these days, vortex The river is turbulent and foggy, and it will be difficult for a few days."

Press the song repeatedly to respond: "Send you back to your room to rest?"

"No, you go and open a window, and I'll sit here for a while."

Even pressing the song could not persuade him, so he opened a door and left.

Ling Jiang squatted at the corner of the eaves, watching with his own eyes the tired-looking man sitting quietly in front of the carved lacquered window. The bloody mouth torn by silver crochet needles on his body was tied with plain white bandages, one of which was tied around his neck. , hair hanging down the shoulders, black and white are distinct, adding a third of paleness and weakness to the eight winds of the whole body.

Ling Jiang nestled into a lump, silently thinking in his heart, Yin Chenglan is really good at pretending, not only in front of outsiders, but also when alone, using a clear heart and mind to deceive his body, pretending that he and other people are fine.

This kind of person is a suffocated dog, who will not grunt, be weak, moan, or give in even if he dies.

Ling Jiang scratched his belly with his small wings, with a cold and wretched face, thinking in his heart, when he was thrown on the bed and ripped off his clothes?