Grandpa is such a bird

The southwestern autumn wind blew across the empty mountains and forests, Lingjiang couldn't bear to peck Yin Chenglan any more, so he jumped up and down on the roof of the car, hoping to annoy him to death, and taught Yin Chenglan to experience the feeling of being unable to sleep at night thinking about him, turning around and turning around .

Yin Chenglan rubbed against the tea wall, raised his head slightly, and listened to the movement deliberately made by the little yellow bird on the roof of the car. He really couldn't figure out the purpose of this bird with great powers... Man, what purpose does he have for approaching him? Did he train it?

If not, he would be alone, but he would have nothing.

Yin Chenglan lowered his head and took a sip of tea, put the teacup on the small table in the car, thought for a while, and whispered, "Lingjiang..."

Ji Yushan didn't expect him to speak by this name, he raised his head in surprise, and found that he was looking directly at Yin Chenglan, then lowered his head again, slightly shifting his gaze to show respect.

Yin Chenglan said: "Lingjiang's status is special, I think the two of them already know it well."

Ji Yushan was taken aback, and hurriedly said: "You...I...not..." I don't know what to call him.

Yan Chu has been staring at Yin Chenglan silently, the latter smiled gently, looking really amiable: "Master Ji, what's the matter, just call me the master of the pavilion as before, Miracle doctor Yan is a distinguished guest of Yufeng Pavilion, Ji Young master is naturally too, there is no need to be polite to Yin."

Ji Yushan was rolling and rolling, wanting to wipe off the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead: "It's... Pavilion Master."

Yin Chenglan said: "Yin wants to ask the two of you not to reveal his identity to outsiders for the time being. Lingjiang is straightforward and doesn't know how many dirty things there are in the world. Yin is afraid that he will be used by evil people and harm himself."

Look, as soon as he said this, he immediately separated Lingjiang from them, and surrounded himself with the little yellow bird. He was the only one who was sincerely doing good for Lingjiang.

Yan Chu sneered in his heart, and finally understood the reason why he always felt that Yin Chenglan was not like a Jianghu person. This kind of inherently elegant and dignified hooliganism cannot be learned by Jianghu people in the market, but must be immersed in grievances all year round. In the undisclosed inner courtyard of the palace, people are fighting each other through their belly to raise such a big hooligan.

He used to feel pitiful for the owner of the Yufeng Pavilion who was favored by the little yellow bird, but now he sympathizes with Lingjiang who is sulking on the roof of the car. Who is more unlucky than the former prince.

Yan Chu pulled Ji Yushan's sleeve, and said calmly: "Don't worry, Pavilion Master Yin, I won't say what I should say, and I won't say a word if I shouldn't. Now that the Big Dipper Stone is in my hands , now there are still two flavors of heavenly talents and rare treasures, Pavilion Master Yin must have a clue, Yushan and I will not stay and continue to bother, Yan Mou wishes Pavilion Master Yin finds Yaoyin as soon as possible, and we will go back to the Valley of Miraculous Doctors to wait for Yufeng Pavilion good news."

Yin Chenglan nodded, picked up the teacup and lightly touched the remaining two cups on the small table. Yan Chu saw that, so he had no choice but to drink up both cups of tea with a sullen face, and pulled Ji Yushan out of the carriage.

The carriage arrived at the official road on the southwest border, with lush forests on both sides, the sky in early autumn was clear and blue, a row of wild geese flew across the sky, Ji Yushan was forcibly pulled into another carriage by Yan Chu, he turned his head, Seeing Yin Chenglan on the roof of the car, the little yellow bird of Lingjiang didn't know anything, and stared at the roof melancholy with its wings blown, as if it wanted to stare through the wood and see the people below.

"I'm worried about Lingjiang..." Ji Yushan sat in the carriage and looked out.

Yan Chu pulled him into the carriage, sat at the entrance by himself, and looked at him fiercely: "Can you be smarter, you didn't realize that Yin Chenglan has already taken Lingjiang as his own."

Ji Yushan had no choice but to sit down honestly. He had long arms and legs, so he could only curl his back and curl his legs into a ball when he sat in the corner. Looking at him, Yan Chu really hated iron and steel, and hated himself for looking at such a person. thing.

Seeing that his complexion was not good, Ji Yushan leaned forward, stretched out two fingers and tugged at Yan Chu's sleeve, and said in a low voice, "I can see it, but I think he just fell in love with Lingjiang's psychic powers. It's not what Lingjiang wants."

He lowered his voice, and in order to let Yan Chu hear clearly, he leaned into his ear: "I'm afraid that he will use Lingjiang in the future, and this will really harm Lingjiang. I want to remind him."

The voice came into Yan Chu's ears with heat, scratching his bones itchingly and numbly, Yan Chu shuddered violently, and pushed Ji Yushan away: "Speak as you speak, what are you doing so far away from me."

Ji Yushan was pushed somersault by him and bumped against the wall of the car, with an ouch, Yan Chu blushed and squinted at him, then reluctantly stretched out his hand to help him up.

When holding the calloused hand of the scholar, Yan Chu suddenly thought that, just like Ling Jiang, he would do everything willingly for the sake of the people in front of him.

But it is one thing to be willing to be used, it is another thing to receive something in return, Yan Chu is not stupid, he will get what he pays, presumably that little bird is not inferior.

As Yan Chu expected, Lingjiang is definitely not the one who will suffer, so he took the cold wind blowing on the roof of the car for three days, and finally calmed down, thinking that Yin Chenglan still wants to be pampered, but he can't be soft-hearted when he is beaten. This is the same as raising a child, the one who is usually pampered is a little baby, and when he commits a crime, the adults and parents will not hesitate to beat him up.

He felt that he had treated Yin Chenglan too well on weekdays, which made him climb onto his head now.He was thinking hard on the roof of the car, and two days ago, he thought of an idea that made Yin Chenglan suffer a little.

It was night, everyone was resting at the same place, no longer rushing on the road. In the dead of night, Ling Jiang put his little ears against the wall of the car, and when he heard the long breath coming from inside, he knew it was time, so he patted his little wings and stood up, All the strength of the whole body was poured into his claws, and then he jumped up on the roof of the car boldly.

Bang, bang, bang, bang—and rhythmically, pounding the roof of the car.

The shadow guard hiding in the dark looked at the little bird jumping on the roof of the master's car, and looked at each other from afar: What should I do, can I get it off?

Another shadow guard gestured silently: I want to go to you, I won't touch your precious bump.

In the dim carriage, the moon pearl exuded a faint halo, just as Lingjiang fell the first time with his claws, Yin Chenglan opened his eyes, his breathing was still long, like a sleeping person, but his eyes were clear and deep , illuminated by the brilliance, a deep meaning of dark color flows through.

Yin Chenglan listened to the sound of the little yellow bird stepping on it, and surprisingly kept up with the time with his fingers resting on his side. One of them was looking for trouble, and the other was idle. From a certain point of view, they were a perfect match.

After Yin Chenglan counted Lingjiang's jumps for about a hundred times, he purposely let out an impatient hum.

Ling Jiang, who was always paying attention to the movement below, immediately felt that this method was useful, and danced even harder. He transformed himself from a shrewd bird into a fool who danced in the wind. Just when he wondered whether Yin Chenglan fell asleep again, Suddenly a gust of wind blew the curtain of the carriage, Lingjiang bird's eyes were dazzled, and when he saw clearly again, Yin Chenglan had already sat on the roof of the carriage.

Pavilion Master Yin frowned tightly, his lips were drawn into a sharp line, as if he was irritated after being awakened from a good dream.

Seeing him, Ling Jiang stopped jumping, glared at him coldly, gloated in his heart, put the little wings behind him, and left Yin Chenglan a cold and decisive round butt, lay down on the roof of the car, with his head retracted into the wings— —Sleep, I don't like to talk to you.

Pavilion Master Tuliu Yin sat so high in the middle of the night, the stronger the wind, the more swaying he would be.

When Ling Jiang turned around, the gloomy former Prince His Royal Highness suddenly showed a little smile as if juggling, looking at the bunch of birds that could not be blown away by strong winds, he really wanted to poke his chubby body with his hand.

But he held back, it seemed that he was still in a cold war, and he couldn't be so unruly.

Yin Chenglan looked at the bright night sky above his head, his eyes gradually softened, and the pale yellow that jumped down from the cliff without hesitation, like a kindling, was reflected in his eyes in the wild and wanton wind that day, and burned into his heart.

The heart-piercing hatred a few days ago was like a cloud of smoke, and the wind blew it away. The blood in his chest that was cold because of the hatred was burned by the color like a flame heart, and it gathered in his heart warmly and vaguely. Let him clearly feel that he is still alive.

Yin Chenglan still doesn't know why this little yellow hair came to his side, but from the inside to the outside, it looks like a treasure that is hard to find in the world. He turned his complicated thoughts a few times, and finally the dust fell to the ground. He lowered his eyes and stroked his sleeves. Thinking that he had picked up a big deal for nothing, he shamelessly and silently locked Lingjiang down.

Lingjiang thought he couldn't fall asleep, but unexpectedly, he slept very soundly. When he woke up, it was already bright, and there were melodious birdsong in the woods. He subconsciously chirped a few times, cleared his throat, and opened his mouth. Stretch your wings.

Lian Song brought clean water for washing, and Ling Jiang took the opportunity to hang upside down on the eaves of the carriage, stretched his short neck, and looked inside.

Yin Chenglan saw him through the gap in the veil, and was speechless for a while. Although he was about to get off, but what good is this thing that walks like a duck, spreads its wings like a chicken, and occasionally hangs upside down like a bat?

He pondered for a while, thinking that it is still necessary to check Lingjiang's life experience.

But this matter can be put aside first, there are more important news to worry about.

Five days after leaving the southwest border, Hai Dongqing returned with a letter.

On a thin piece of paper, three words were written in clear and thin gold fonts: The matter is done.

Yin Chenglan smiled, and his smile was different from the one he used to treat Lingjiang. It was the kind of evil, stern, and emotionless smile—the news came from the imperial capital, thousands of miles away, that the emperor had a sudden illness and vomited blood for no reason. , Tai Hospital has no way to go up and down, and sends out the imperial list to seek medical treatment.

But within a day, a monk took off the imperial list, the monk's clothes and white shoes entered the palace, and the Buddhist incense sutras entered the solemn and solemn Golden Luan Hall, and the four ancient temples in Dajing Kingdom 480 rang the bells together, and the bells echoed in the imperial capital. In the palace of Wazhusong, after a few days, the emperor recovered without any medicine. On the day he recovered from his illness, he issued three imperial edicts to 72 frontier checkpoints in four continents and eight borders.

The first priest named this person the number one Zen master of Dajing, enshrined the altar into the national temple, and led the ancient temples in the world to burn a long smoke for the Dajing country.

The second way is to build walls and garrison beams, recruit soldiers and buy horses, and clear the corpses of the imperial army.

The third order was a secret decree, which was also the most inexplicable, ordering the commanders-in-chief of the three armies to seal off the gates and search the city, and strictly guard them to arrest the rebels.

But now that the world is clear and peaceful, whoever the traitor is talking about is silent in the imperial decree.

Lian pressed the song to ride the horse and walked with the carriage, holding a slender whip in his hand, slapping the horse's back, leaning forward, talking to Yin Chenglan through the window, and sighing softly: "The days to come Some are better off."

Yin Chenglan's brows and eyes were indifferent: "Are you afraid?"

He shook his head repeatedly according to the song, and said with regret: "It would be great if I was directly scared to death by the master."

He didn't name or surname, but everyone present, even Ling Jiang, understood.

Yin Chenglan didn't speak, and started to carve things on the wood with the small carving knife he carried with him, without raising his eyelids, and didn't even respond to the words of the song, but it was him who had the deepest hatred, and the most calm one was Also him.

The carving knife in his hand was flying like a flower, and the wood chips fell all over the floor. Lian Song admired his old god presence, curled the corners of his lips, straightened his body again, and inadvertently glanced at the entrance of the carriage, I was speechless again.

The little yellow bird was hanging upside down on the edge of the door curtain, swaying as the carriage moved, its two small wings drooping down at will, really like the feathers of bats that come out at night in caves, he hung it for a while, and found no No one paid attention to him, so he decided to hang up for a while longer.

This place is better than the roof of the car, so that you can't even see a hair of Yin Chenglan.

They don't avoid Lingjiang when they talk, and they can't avoid it. This makes Lingjiang understand a lot through the cause and effect, but he is not a talkative bird, and he doesn't like to meddle. Just use it.

Ling Jiang looked at Yin Chenglan who was sitting alone in the carriage and was carving something on the wood. The man didn't know what to carve, and he didn't even need to trace the shape. A budding lotus flower just took shape, but I stretched out my hand to press it, using internal force, and wiped the wood lotus flower away.

Yin Chenglan's expression is as calm as the sea wandering below the Yufeng Pavilion, and nothing can be seen from the calm sea, but only those who are familiar with the sea know the turbulent undercurrent and the turbulent Pengbai's heart.

An experienced boatman is to the sea what the Lingjiang River is to Yin Chenglan. The little yellow bird hangs ridiculously on the eaves of the door, but it has a sincere, shrewd and solemn soul that can see through the three mountains and six rivers in the world, and the dangers in the world.

"I understand him." Lingjiang said in his heart.