Grandpa is such a bird

In fact, Lingjiang was only obscene with Yin Chenglan, and he was still obscene in his heart, and when he went to see Ji Yushan, he became that indifferent and lonely tall bird again.

Yan Chu was sleeping in the room, Ji Yushan was painting in the study, when he heard the sound of moths fluttering outside the window, he stopped his pen, opened a gap in the window, a little yellow bird carried its small wings behind its back, and walked slowly Come in.

"Hey." Before Ji Yushan had time to remind, Lingjiang had already swaggered over the landscape map he had just drawn, and the wet ink stains on it stained his bird claws and printed on the blank space. Several Ya-shaped paw prints.

Looking sideways, Ji Yushan found that those paw prints just landed on the rudimentary old pine among the mountains in the painting. In this way, the old pine is like a black plum protruding from the mountains and forests, and the artistic conception in the picture follows. There is a sudden change, less cold and aloof, and more elegant plum fragrance.

"Good claw technique, really good drawing!" Ji Yushan praised.

Ling Jiang raised his claws to look at the ink stains, frowned, and wiped the ink stains from his claws onto Ji Yushan's sleeve hanging on the table.

"..."

After wiping it clean, Ling Jiang sat down on the painting and asked straight to the point, "Where is Guohe?"

Ji Yushan was not surprised that Lingjiang would know about this, even though he didn't know how Lingjiang knew about it, but as long as it was about Yin Chenglan, this little bird would never give up a piece of news.

He put down his pen, put away his painting, poured two cups of tea, held one in his hand, and passed the other over. Ling Jiang jumped on the edge of the cup, sat down, soaked two bird claws in it, and washed the claws.

Ji Yushan: "..."

Ok.

"Knowing that you will come to ask, I specifically asked Brother Yan. Guohe is an inner island river on an island, not close to Wanhai Peak. The waters where the island is located are complicated, and there are almost no boats to find it. I heard that before There are still ancestors living on the island. Occasionally, small boats will come ashore to exchange rice with the local residents. However, in the past 20 years, almost no one has seen them again. I found traces of the island again, and also found Yu Xiye on the island.”

Lingjiang asked: "Yuxi leaves are only useful if they bloom?"

Ji Yushan lowered his head and took a sip of tea: "Yes, but you have to know that Yuxi leaves don't bloom, and you need to sprinkle rain water and soil around Yuxi leaves to make them bloom."

He glanced in the direction of the next room, "And Lin Shuitu is actually a kind of Gu worm, it's very small, it doesn't move, and when clustered together it looks like a grain of soil."

That thing is Yan Chu's treasure, and he said it took more than ten years to raise it, no wonder it is so precious, and Ji Yushan also knows that the three remaining antidotes that Pavilion Master Yin still needs to find are really hard to find, so It was death anyway, Yan Chu was unwilling to give it to him.

After listening to what he said, Lingjiang thought for a while, lifted up the red claws, and hung them beside the teacup to dry: "How long will it take for the flowers to bloom?"

Ji Yushan was stunned for a moment: "Brother Yan can't tell, maybe sprinkle the rain water and soil on the fish and leaves to bloom, maybe it will take three or two days, maybe it will take seventeen or eight days, someone tried this method decades ago. The method is to make Yu Xiye bloom, but the person is dead, so no one will know about it, and if the flowers of Yu Xiye are not picked off in time, the flower will be lost."

As he spoke, he saw the little yellow bird's eyes drooping. The bird's eyes are different from human eyes. They are so dark that it is hard to see what emotions are hidden in them. Whenever Lingjiang is silent, the whole bird looks extraordinarily indifferent.

Ji Yushan really wanted to rub him, but he was afraid that Lingjiang would peck him, so he held back: "What are you thinking?"

Ling Jiang dried his claws, jumped off the cup, flew to the window sill by sticking to the table, and said flatly, "Tell him, I'm going too."

After the whole bird fell down from the window sill, Ji Yushan ran to the window and saw Lingjiang turning lightly in mid-air and flying gracefully into the cloudless sky.

Ji Yushan sighed endlessly behind him.

Ling Jiang went to see Yin Chenglan on the second day, and when he saw him again, the pale and morbid state he glimpsed yesterday was no longer there. He was sitting in the Yiyun Pavilion, looking in good spirits, holding a handle in one hand. A silver knife, and a pear tree in the other hand, and some sawdust fell on the ground.

Ling Jiang landed on a bench not far from him, and watched his fingers nimbly carving delicate patterns on the wood.

Yin Chenglan's hand has distinct joints, and his fingers are very strong. Ling Jiang squinted his eyes, and couldn't help but think of the way this hand was stroking that silly bird. The fingers shuttled between the feathers and fine feathers, which was comfortable and moderate.

"The young bird has already started to communicate back and forth." Yin Chenglan didn't look up, his handsome side face was flying with broken hair, almost fascinated the little bird of Lingjiang.

Ling Jiang fluttered his wings and looked at him wantonly: "I want you to train me yourself."

Yin Chenglan raised his eyelids, and his eyes fell on him. The little yellow bird was only a ball, and he was quickly scrutinized: "That depends on whether you have the ability."

Lingjiang hummed indifferently, and stopped mentioning that sentence. After watching Yin Chenglan carve flowers on the wooden stick for a while, he said, "I'm going to Guohe too."

The movements in Yin Chenglan's hands stopped, and before he could speak, Lingjiang sold Ji Yushan completely: "Master Ji told me, so I will go too."

He didn't even mention that he overheard it, which is really very moral.

Yin Chenglan raised the corners of his lips, but his expression was not smiling. He thought for a while: "Go if you want, just to prove to me what you are capable of."

Ling Jiang frowned, disliked his appearance of wanting to smile or not, replied "yes", and was unwilling to look at the face that fascinated him again, and simply walked away with flapping wings.

Yin Chenglan slowly blew off the debris on the wooden stick behind him, and said to himself: "It's quite interesting."

It's much more interesting than the chief executive, Baye, whose self-esteem has been frustrated so far and hasn't recovered from it.

Five days later, a huge ship appeared under Wanhai Peak, with a statue of a condor flying with angry wings on the mast, and drove from the depths of the boundless sea, breaking through the turbulent waves.

Lingjiang followed Ji Yushan, and Ji Yushan followed Yan Chu, and boarded the big ship.

The sail made a low-pitched whimper on the sea, Ling Jiang finally crawled out of the bird cage filled with soft straw after being seasick for two days, and only then did he know that Yin Chenglan was also on the boat.

He wobbled and wanted to go out to see Yin Chenglan, but unexpectedly, he was blown back by the retreating sea breeze as soon as he got out of the cabin door.

Ling Jiang bumped into the bulkhead of the ship and fell all over the place, so he had to lie back on the spot, stretching his fork on all fours, thinking dizzily: "Forget it, seeing each other is worse than thinking about it."

Very good at comforting myself.

The big ship sailed swiftly through the waves, day and night, with the sound of crashing waves and whimpering wind beating against the cabin, and went straight into the river for three thousand miles in one night. Suddenly slowed down.

Ling Jiang felt it clearly, so he flew out of the cabin when the dawn was still dim, and saw a thick fog appearing in the vast sea area as far as the eye could see.

A spooky island surrounded by mountains vaguely emerged from the fog.

The big ship slowly sailed into the fog, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet, only the sound of sea water being pushed aside, the ship's mast was submerged in the clouds and mist, and the eagle statue could hardly be seen.

There is no wind here, just a nearly still fog.

Ling Jiang flew forward close to the cabin, and saw a blurry figure at the bow, wearing a hooded black robe, with a knife on his waist, one of them turned around, and Ling Jiang saw his appearance clearly—it was Yin Chenglan's side Qi Ying, the dark guard.

Qi Ying raised the birdcage in his hand and let out a letter bird. The bird quickly disappeared into the thick fog. Going out, however, is like a stone thrown into the ocean, fleeting, without a single ripple.

It was the recall whistle, but the bird didn't come back.

Lingjiang knew that it was lost in the fog and would never come back.

A person came out of the cabin on the other side and asked, "Which one is it?"

The fog was too heavy, and it was impossible to see the other party clearly at a distance of two feet. Ling Jiang heard a voice, it was the chief executive.

Qi Ying replied: "The seventh one."

Double-click the song: "How many came back?"

Qi Ying: "Not one."

Lian Pressing the song hummed, turned and left, the figure quickly disappeared into the fog, and then the footsteps disappeared.

Ling Jiang looked at the direction he left and thought for a moment, but didn't follow, and retreated into the cabin again.

In the cabin, Ji Yushan was tossing and turning on the bed with his back to the door.

Ling Jiang said: "What are you looking for?"

Ji Yushan was taken aback, turned his head, saw him, heaved a sigh of relief, stepped forward to close the hatch, and said in a low voice, "I'm here to tell you not to go out casually, I heard that several birds have been lost."

A person like Lingjiang, who is lost on flat roads, will be so lost as soon as he goes out.

Ling Jiang exploded his feathers and shook off the dew formed by the mist, and walked to Ji Yushan with his claw-shaped claws without any expression: "Do you know their plan?"

Ji Yushan shook his head, the oil lamp was lit in the cabin, and he could clearly see everything under the lamp, but when he looked out from the narrow door of the cabin, he seemed to see a thick, invisible fog covering people's eyes, But he weighed heavily on his heart: "It's not easy to get the flowers of Yu Xiye, and there are only three days left before the best day of Yu Xiye's flowering."

Ling Jiang nodded: "He won't wait too long."

Ji Yushan didn't know what to say when he saw that he looked like a bird with an old god in his presence, so he pulled the corners of his lips, looked around the bed reluctantly, and said hesitantly: "I just came to tell you the news, then I gone back."

When he walked to the door, his eyes slanted back, and seeing Lingjiang resting his little wings on the back of his head, lying like a fairy, Ji Yushan said depressedly: "Aren't you curious about what else I want to say?"

Ling Jiang turned his head against his dull hair, looked at him clearly with round eyes, Ji Yushan said: "Well, actually, I want to ask, can I come back to sleep, after all, this is my room."

Naturally, the people on the boat would not clear out a room for a bird, but Ji Yushan could not treat him as a bird, so he had to give up his own room. However, during the time he lived with Yan Chu, he felt that Brother Yan seems to dislike living with other people.

For example, such a big bed, he refused to let him rub it a little bit.

Laying the floor on a boat is really not something a human would do. He was almost dizzy from the sea water against his ears.

But after he finished speaking, he received an indifferent squint from Lingjiang.

Ji Yushan could only shake his head sullenly, but his eyes lit up again. He walked to the table, leaned down, and put his hands on the corner of the table: "What if I tell you something about Pavilion Master Yin?"

Ling Jiang stood up and stared at him silently, staring at him like a bird.

Ji Yushan felt that he must make a useful fart.

"Pavilion Lord Yin is also on board!"

Lingjiang looked at him quietly.

Ji Yushan stood up abruptly and took two steps back, feeling that Lingjiang was about to peck him hard, he smiled dryly, and then, not knowing what to say, he suppressed his smile again, with a serious expression, and pushed the hatch to make sure it was closed Well, I lowered my voice and said.

"Secretly say that others are not very good, but I think you must really want to know. I didn't expect Pavilion Master Yin's poison to be so serious. According to Yan Chu, his poison will recur every once in a while. Before the poison occurs, you must To find a natural treasure, divide the herb into two, put half of it away, wait for the other herbs to be found, and finally refine it into the ultimate antidote and take it. The remaining half needs to be taken by him immediately. Combined with the silver crochet needle, the toxicity can be suppressed, so that he has time to wait until the end."

Ji Yushan said: "If he hasn't taken half of the herbs before the next heavenly treasure is found..." The last words disappeared in his throat and melted into his regretful and sympathetic eyes.

So that's the case, Lingjiang thought.It's strange that he had to make it easy, but followed him on the boat.He glanced at Ji Yushan, and then quickly looked away, but what could happen in this situation, Yin Chenglan didn't need sympathy at all.

With this news, Ji Yushan managed to live in his own cabin, but when it got dark, he was just lying comfortably on the bed when he was knocked on the door full of anger.

Yan Chu stood outside, wearing thin unlined clothing, looking at him sullenly: "Why do you suddenly go back to sleep in your own room?"

Ji Yushan was taken aback: "You don't want to live in a room with me?"

Yan Chu said coldly: "Which eye of yours saw me say it? You can't live in love."

Shake your hands and walk back.

Lying on the soft pillow, Ling Jiang silently watched Ji Yushan chase after him shyly. He turned his little head and said to himself, his temper is really bad.

……

He has the face to talk about others.

That night, a canoe was released into the sea, and several figures sailed into the dense fog covered with darkness. Lingjiang went out in the dark, and saw the night mixed with the pale dense fog, wrapping the big boat in A weird place between heaven and earth.

Holding his breath, he touched the cabins one by one, and finally found Yin Chenglan's bedroom in a hidden place.

There were three shadow guards hiding around the bedroom, Ling Jiang quietly walked around them and got in through the air vent of the cabin.

The room was quiet, with green veils hanging down to the floor, and a wheelchair made of blue jade was quietly placed on the bedside, illuminated by the moonlight-like white mist outside the window, casting a layer of warm luster.

The breath of the person on the bed was a little heavy, and Ling Jiang remembered that it was the first time he saw Yin Chenglan sleeping, so he couldn't help breathing, and he almost held his breath and looked at the man trapped in the bed.

Yin Chenglan was not sleeping peacefully, his brows were tightly frowned, and there was a raised vein on his temple, as if he was enduring the pain in a dream, Ling Jiang wanted to move closer to the bed, but the person who was lying on the bed suddenly became silent Xi opened his eyes.

There was a daze in his eyes, but he soon became clear, Yin Chenglan raised his hand and knocked off the bed board, a male voice said through the bed board: "What's the matter, sir?"

"Is there anything unusual?"

The other side replied: "Nothing." After a pause: "Do you need the doctor Chuan Yan to come over?"

Yin Chenglan pressed the center of his eyebrows, closed his eyes, and showed a tired look: "No, I'm fine."

"Yes." The voice disappeared into the darkness.

Yin Chenglan took a breath extremely slowly, as if he was forcibly suppressing something, and fell asleep again after a long time.

But Ling Jiang, who was two feet away from the bed, didn't dare to do anything else, so he just stayed in the dark and watched over Yin Chenglan all night.But for a long time, Lingjiang couldn't forget that even though Yin Chenglan was in the torment of poisonous hair, he still looked like a frightened bird, exhausted to maintain his mind.

The next day, before dawn, the canoe returned to the big boat. It wasn’t that they found the direction, but that the people and the boat were tied with iron chains. They followed the chains in the mist and came back smoothly.

Qi Ying shuttled through the white mist, the hem of her black robe fluttering like waves, she walked up to Yin Chenglan's door, got a response from inside, opened the door and walked in.

Ling Jiang hid in the dark, originally planned to sneak out, but when he heard him speak, he lay down again.

Qi Ying tugged on one knee in her robe, and handed over a piece of wet kraft paper: "We found the way."

He lowered his head and rested his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist: "Damn it, this subordinate has delayed the time. When the Shadow Guard arrived here last time, I haven't seen such a thick fog."

Yin Chenglan sat in a wheelchair, put on a piece of unlined clothing, and waved his hands, "It has nothing to do with you, it's the fog that Yu Xiye is about to mature."

He took the piece of kraft paper, opened it and looked at it twice, and the corners of his thin lips curled up: "Qi Ying, let's arrange people to prepare to dock."

With that said, he tapped on the armrest with his fingers.

Suddenly there was the sound of blowing wind outside the window, and even pressed the song to push the door open, and an eagle with wings like snow couldn't wait to fly in.

Hai Dongqing spread its huge wings, and the huge cabin seemed to be filled at once. It raised its neck and howled, and vigorously flapped its wings a few times, venting its dissatisfaction with being locked in a cage for several days.

Yin Chenglan pressed its head, and then the eagle folded its wings obediently, stood on his pale wrist, looked arrogantly at the people in the room, and aimed its gaze at a backlit corner.

In that corner, hides Lingjiang's little Huangmao who is complaining angrily.

The road between Lingjiang and it is narrow, and they are annoyed when they see it, and they are even more angry when they see it standing in Yin Chenglan's hand.

Yin Chenglan didn't notice Hai Dongqing's gaze, and discussed with Qi Ying and Lian Songe how to approach the shore. After half an hour, he waved Qi Ying back and went to prepare manpower and ships.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ling Jiang also slipped out quietly.

After he went out, he flew around the big ship, and then returned to Yin Chenglan's bedroom with flapping wings. This time, he just flew in through the main entrance.

As soon as he entered, he almost collided with Chief Manager Lian who was carrying the bird food. Lian pressed the song and covered his face, and hurriedly took a wrong step to the side, and the little yellow hair almost fell on his handsome face.

"It's you again, you didn't see the way."

Did it fly into someone's face?

Ling Jiang was very polite, glanced at him, and said coldly: "I'm sorry, my face is too big, so I didn't hide."

Double-click the song: "..."

Yin Chenglan grabbed a handful of bird food and was feeding Haidongqing. Hearing this, he raised his head in a leisurely manner, pretended to look carefully at Lingjiang and the chief manager, and commented seriously: "Compared with you, it is indeed quite big."

Lian Presse feels that sometimes he does not make mistakes, and he is simply too sorry for Yin Chenglan's mouth.

Ling Jiang stood on the pear wood pen holder where the pen was hung on the desk, turned his head coldly, not looking at Yin Chenglan... the feed in his hand, pretending that he was very supportive now, and said: "Where are you going? I am going too. "

Lian Pressing the song frowned: "Where to go, don't follow and add to the chaos."

"I saw the small boat beside the boat. If you want to take it with you," Ling Jiang nodded Costin with his head, "there should be a place to use birds."

Lian Press's eyes tightened: "What do you know?"

Lingjiang: "Nothing."

I wanted to say something even after pressing the song, but Yin Chenglan stopped me by stretching out his hand: "Ji Yushan should tell you what we are looking for."

Ling Jiang hummed.

"We really need to use birds. After passing through the thick fog, there is an island. There is a river in the middle of the island. The fish leaves grow in the river. I need Ah Qing to pick the fish leaves. If you can help, Just follow along."

Yin Chenglan's slender fingers slowly caressed the beautiful back feathers of the eagle, but his eyes were looking at Lingjiang. I don't know if it was because his face was pale. Lingjiang always felt that those eyes were too dark, so that he would never be able to see clearly. What does Yin Chenglan mean.

He nodded, had nothing to say, and flew out.

Double-click the song to close the door: "Will the bird know too much..."

Yin Chenglan tilted his head, a strand of hair hanging down his face, "Although Ah Qing is a divine eagle, there are things that it cannot do. I have made my fortune from a hundred birds, but there is not such a strange bird among thousands of birds. Don't you think now is the right time to prove it?"

Lian Presse suddenly thought that maybe when the yellow hair asked Yin Chenglan to train him, he was not as indifferent as he was.

Thinking about it, there are tens of thousands of birds that have been trained, and this one is the only one that is different. I can't help being tempted to put it on anyone.

Thinking of this, even pressing the song is a little eager to move, but this "movement" is completely extinguished after thinking of the little yellow hair's cheap and undead little sharp mouth.

Except for Yin Chenglan, who has nothing to do with self-torture and scolding.

He held Hai Dongqing in his arms and looked up, then lowered his eyes again.

"What do you want to say?"

Lian pressed the song and said: "The subordinates just think that the nineteenth master's harem is 3000 million, and now he wants to accept a new concubine. Is our empress Aqing's status as queen going to be lost? It's a pity, the queen empress has been with the master for so long , I haven't added a bird and a half cub to my master yet."

Yin Chenglan didn't expect the chief executive to be so poor, so he paused for a while: "Press the song, Lord Nineteen, I'll call you chief executive, do you really treat yourself as a eunuch?"

Pressing the song blushed, and went out angrily.

In the afternoon of the same day, Lian Songe and Qi Ying took seven small boats with 28 people and 31 letter birds, left the big boat along the iron locks in the fog, and sailed to the island in a canoe.