Grandpa is such a bird

In the early morning of the second day, he knocked on the door outside the bedroom even according to the song, and when he got permission, he walked in, with dark circles under his eyes, looking like he hadn't slept all night, holding a bowl of freshly brewed soup in his hand, Put it on the table, turn around and say seriously: "Master, yesterday released thirteen carrier pigeons, and received news this morning that old man Guigu has entered the Central Plains."

Yin Chenglan leaned against the head of the bed, his long hair was untied, and he was wearing a black robe: "How long has it been?"

A look of shame flashed across Lian Song's face: "More than half a month."

Yin Chenglan hummed, straightened his cuffs slowly, and said, "I last night..." But he stopped.

After pressing the song and waiting for a while, before the second half of the sentence, he raised his eyelids to look at him, and saw a momentary blankness on the face of his shrewd Nineteenth Master. Looking carefully, Yin Chenglan has returned to normal, and said: "The 'Ji Yushan' we met yesterday who changed his face is very likely to be the lonely old man. You can go to the city to inquire again today... No, there is no need, he He will take the initiative to come to us, just wait.”

He pressed the song to answer, glanced outside the door, and said in a low voice: "Master, who is the person you brought back yesterday?"

Yin Chenglan's gaze fell from Lian Presse's face to the quilt, and he pulled off the corner of the quilt calmly: "I'll explain later, you go first."

Lian Song's heart was empty, sure enough, his little padded jacket is old, it is not warm anymore.

After the conversation, Yin Chenglan raised his brows and put his hand on the corner of the quilt, seeing that he was still on the spot, and asked in a good-tempered manner, "What else is there?"

The corners of Lian Song's lips twitched, what did he say, accusing him of liking the new and disliking the old, or that he wanted to be jealous?

No matter what you say, it's weird.

Lian Songge loosened his shoulders, rubbed the center of his brows, took a sip of cold water from the table beside him, shook his head and said, "It's okay, I just feel that...my Lord is not the same recently."

Yin Chenglan let out a groan, a strand of hair fell in front of his eyes, he stretched his hands behind his ears, his demeanor was handsome and unrestrained, he smiled, and asked leisurely, "What's the difference?"

Lian pressed his arms around the song and leaned against the wall, seeing the warm soup brought in by himself on the table, he said: "Every time my master was emotionally aroused, he had to take the soup for two or three days to stop it. I saw my grandfather had poisonous hair last night, although I reminded him, but according to my temper, I must have been confused and tossed and tossed at night, but when I came this morning, I saw that my grandfather was in good spirits, and seemed to sleep very peacefully last night. ...not quite like Grandpa."

Yin Chenglan was stunned for a moment: "I have to stay awake at night, thinking about the poisonous death they think is appropriate?"

Lian pressed the song and hurriedly said no: "This is very good."

Yin Chenglan gave him a look of "If that's the case, why are you still standing here talking nonsense", and coaxed Chief Lian away.

After the people left, Yin Chenglan suddenly fell silent, but he was not as gloomy and cold as usual, but surprisingly calm between his brows. He naturally knew what Lian Song wanted to say, just when he suddenly stopped. , he noticed.

That's right, he shouldn't have slept so peacefully last night, because the road ahead was suddenly split, and the person who made the poison and the person who administered the poison were right in front of his eyes, and he could touch his crippled hands with his hands. When he looked up, he could see the thorns and sharp stones on the road of revenge, and when he turned around, he saw the introduction of two unknown medicines that were holding him back, but he just slept peacefully and dreamlessly all night.

It shouldn't be like this, Yin Chenglan thought to himself, when he heard a moan from under the corner of the quilt that he was holding down.

Yin Chenglan moved his hand away, and saw that his quilt was pushed away, and a fluffy mouse-like bird crawled out, raised his head to meet his eyes, folded a wing against his chest, and coughed "tweeting" Twice, Youyou complained: "You are pressing my wound."

Yin Chenglan said without sincerity: "Sorry."

Ling Jiang transformed into a human form, sat up cross-legged from Yin Chenglan's bed, looked at him carefully, saw the breeze in his eyes, and heard the conversation between him and the chief executive in the early morning, so he knew that he was so meddled last night, It was really not in vain, so I wanted to reach out and pat him on the shoulder contentedly.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, Yin Chenglan grabbed his wrist and pulled him forward violently.

Unexpectedly, Ling Jiang threw himself on Yin Chenglan's leg, hitting the wound on his chest. He whimpered, and was soon supported by Yin Chenglan's back to change his face.

Lying on his back on the brocade quilt in front of Yin Chenglan, Ling Jiang took a few breaths with a pale face. After his breath calmed down, he frowned and accused: "Be gentle, don't break me."

Yin Chenglan looked down at the young man on his lap, and said with a smile: "This sentence is not appropriate here."

Ling Jiang twitched the corners of his lips, not intending to turn back, but raised his head slightly to look at the man intently, his eyes were astonishingly black, as if he had cast a star, and when the light and shadow flowed, there would always be a faint gleam. Light.

Yin Chenglan had never seen such eyes staring at him like this, and the smile on the corners of his lips was restrained, and he whispered almost in a whisper, "On purpose?"

He uttered a sentence without beginning or end, but Ling Jiang understood it, and rested comfortably on his leg, raised his hand to grab the black hair on his temples and wrapped it between his fingers, and said nonchalantly: "I want to make you happy, I think so much. Nothing to do?"

Yin Chenglan blinked slowly, and pressed his dishonest paw: "Does it matter if I'm happy?"

Ling Jiang nodded seriously.

Yin Chenglan looked at him and fell silent. A pair of usually unfathomable eyes drooped down. The large black eyelash feathers blocked his pupils, making his eyes extraordinarily slender. A clear feeling, like some kind of loneliness that you can't get after traveling through mountains and rivers, but it's very shallow and thin, sticking to his trembling eyelashes, as long as he blinks lightly, it may disappear without a trace up.

Ling Jiang raised his hand to pinch his chin, and turned his gaze to himself: "It's not that complicated. If anyone is sorry for you, you can kill him. After killing him, if you have a good dream at night, wake up the next day and kill him." He forgot all about it, can't he live well?"

Yin Chenglan seemed to be unable to open his eyes because of the shallow loneliness on his eyelashes, so he closed his eyes, and a bitter smile poured out from the corner of his lips: "You don't understand, killing him will kill tens of millions of people in the world. I'm dead, but turbulence, alienation, and flames will come one after another, and I still can't sleep well listening to thousands of people crying down here."

Looking at his appearance, Ling Jiang felt so distressed that he just wanted to hold him in his arms and coax him. In the past, he didn't admit that Yin Chenglan was pitiful, because the man standing there was the pillar of Jingtianwei, but now he is holding on from Yin Chenglan The sadness hidden in his blood can be seen in the back of his shoulders.

The person he hates is right in front of him, he can't kill him, and he has to pave the way for him for generations to come, so that when this person dies, the country will be peaceful and the people will be safe.

He seemed to see Yin Chenglan holding a formidable broadsword on the emperor's neck. With one turn of the blade, he could cut the head, but he didn't do it for a long time. He tried his best to maintain the distance between the blade and the emperor, and waited. Someone can take this pot of dirty blood, don't splash the land of Dajing, and guard your own knife, for fear that when it falls, it will bring up the flames of war.

Ling Jiang had no choice but to sigh, and bent his elbows from his legs to prop up his upper body, intending to hug Yin Chenglan into his arms, but just as he stretched out his hand, the door suddenly creaked.

"Grandpa, outside the door—" Lian Pressing the song pushed open the door and saw clearly the two people lying on the bed and sitting on the bed, the hasty words in his mouth were frightened out of his wits, half a sound None of them came out again.

Realizing how ambiguous their actions were, Yin Chenglan raised his hand and pushed Ling Jiang into the bed. He instantly changed from a pitiful little man to a beast in clothes that he threw away after eating. He lowered his head and pretended to straighten himself up. sleeves.

Ling Jiang didn't like his fake gentleman's face very much, so he came out with a posture. He first stepped out of the bed with his long legs, stood by the bed and slowly pulled up the messy collar, and smoothed every knot on his body. A wrinkle, his movements are more exaggerated than Yin Chenglan's, every move seems to be arrogant and elegant, dignified like jade, he imitated Yin Chenglan's usual nacho to a first-class transparency.

It's really "Yin Chenglan" than Yin Chenglan.

When the man on the bed saw it, the corners of his eyes twitched involuntarily.

After doing this, Ling Jiang patted his shoulder calmly, whispered something in his ear, then straightened up, leaned aside, and signaled that Chief Lian could speak.

However, even the chief executive couldn't say anything. He first witnessed his master's adultery, and before he could react, he watched his master change from the one who ate to the one who was ate. There were turbulent waves in my heart, one after another, I was so frightened that others didn't know what to say.

Yin Chenglan knew that even pressing the song was fooled by Lingjiang, a little bastard, with a pretentious move, and his eyes flicked to the side of the young man with arms crossed, a bit... a match for chess.

At this time, the sound of fighting in the courtyard came in, and a tingling rustling sound also came in. Even pressing the song, he struggled to overturn the horrified scene just now, and retrieved the half sentence he had just lost.

"Grandpa, people are coming!"

As soon as the words fell, the originally clean ground outside the house was instantly covered by a group of black and red things, thousands of them were poisonous scorpions from yesterday, but there were more than ten times more.

Ling Jiang stood beside the bed in an instant, and at the same time, his two cold eight-edged hammers appeared in his hands. He turned his head and said, "You go first."

Although it was out of date, Lian Pressing Song still couldn't help looking at Lingjiang in surprise.

Yin Chenglan didn't speak, watching a pair of feet slowly appearing in the blackness, an old man with a stooped back almost forming a circle was standing among the poisonous scorpions, with a haughty expression on his face, he licked the room with his eyes unscrupulously. people here.

Yin Chenglan also laughed, letting out a low laugh.

Lingjiang asked: "Who is he?"

Yin Chenglan said: "Ghost old man, a poison maker."

Ling Jiang frowned, glanced back at Yin Chenglan, and glanced at his immobile legs. After realizing it, he picked up the plum blossom hammer in his hand and asked, "Does he need to worry?"

Lian Presse didn't understand what he meant, just about to ask, Yin Chenglan said, "No need."

Ling Jiang nodded his head, stepped on the hard shell of the poisonous scorpion on the ground, and jumped out of the room.

Lian Chong raised his sword and swept away the poisonous scorpion under his feet: "Master, I will escort you away."

Yin Chenglan's eyes closely followed the inseparable figures in the courtyard, and he suddenly showed a smile that was almost joyful, remembering the words that he told Yan Chu before parting, let the madness surge into his eyes, his chest trembled three points, and said: "According to the song, I don't feel happy killing that person, so does this person."

Yan Chu said that the lonely old man was cruel, arrogant and conceited.But if you keep avoiding it like this, when will hatred be a big deal? It’s better to be like the little bird said, kill what can be killed, and kill it cleanly. Maybe he can sleep well. The emperor has already tied his blade, and the rest It is better to do as one pleases, and kill more quickly, so that you can endure more hatred in your heart and pave a bloody road for that person to last forever.

Thinking of this, several silver threads flew out of Yin Chenglan's sleeve, and every time it landed, the stump of the poisonous scorpion was splashed, filled with blood, the whip sounded, and the flesh and blood exploded.

Lian Pressing the song was startled, but then he understood, he danced the sword out of the sword with one hand, pulled down the green gauze curtain in the room with the other, jumped onto the table, and scattered the kerosene lamps on it.

"Master, if you want to be happy, then let's kill it today!"

After all, a blazing fire was ignited in the house, and the fire quickly jumped up to the eaves, crackling and burning in the wind.

Thousands of poisonous scorpions sizzled in the fire in the small courtyard, and scalp-numbing millipedes crawled everywhere.

Ling Jiang carried the plum blossom hammer as he walked and swept away. When he came to the old man Guigu, the two plum blossom hammers with the head of a bull had already started to drip the broken shells and flesh of viscous scorpions. He didn't even look at them. Swinging the hammer, he stared at Guigu old man expressionlessly.

He frowned slightly, remembering something.

Seeing him, Guigu old man grinned excitedly, his back was arched deeply, his head was almost sunken into his chest cavity, when looking at people, he had to roll up his eyeballs to seem to be able to see clearly other side.

Lingjiang remembered, he had seen this person outside Meixie Forest, he read his name once, and his memory gradually emerged. If he admitted correctly, the brocade he took out from Pei Jiangnan's body that day In the bag, except for the Big Dipper Stone, the vague letter was addressed to this person.

"You saw me in the forest." Lingjiang said calmly.

The old man Guigu opened his mouth excitedly, and glanced up with his eyeballs, revealing the frightening whites of his eyes: "Yes, there is such a treasure as you in the world. I have never heard of it, I have never seen it before, are you like me?"

Ling Jiang frowned, and saw the lonely old man grab a poisonous scorpion from his sleeve and stuff it into his mouth. Then, he opened his shriveled mouth to chew, and the hard shell and blood foam of the poisonous scorpion flowed out from the corners of his lips. The lonely old man laughed sinisterly, bowing his back and bending over, really like a big scorpion.

"Are you the same as me?"

Ling Jiang looked disgusted, and said coldly: "Eat them, and you can't become it."

Old man Guigu smiled, his black and yellow teeth still had the broken shell of a poisonous scorpion, and said in a soft voice: "How come, you can be a man or a bird, and I can too, little baby, let me see How did you phantom."

As he spoke, he reached out to touch Lingjiang, but Lingjiang dodged sideways, raised the hammer and hit him on the arm.

When he smashed it, he didn't hear the bones shatter, but it seemed that he only touched a piece of sleeve, and then a large number of poisonous scorpions spewed out from that sleeve like a spring, spraying towards Lingjiang.

"Get out of the way." Lian Presse suddenly rushed out, the long sword in his hand was wrapped in a veil of fire and swept away the scorpions in front of Lingjiang, "What are you thinking?"

Lingjiang's lips twitched, and quickly put away his thoughts, and rushed towards the old man Guigu under the cover of the fire of Lian Song.

But the old man seemed to show it to Ling Jiang on purpose. His hammer fell on his right arm, and his right arm turned into a poisonous scorpion. When it landed on his shoulder, his shoulder turned into a poisonous scorpion. They are all made up of scorpions, and they said triumphantly: "Did you see, I am the same as you, baby, come here, I am you—hiss."

A silver thread volleyed on the old man Guigu's face. This time, his face did not turn into the limbs of a poisonous scorpion, but splashed a few drops of blood.

The lonely old man laughed, and coldness flooded his eyes instantly. Through the firelight of the small courtyard and the black scorpions all over the ground, he saw a person sitting in a wheelchair, with scorpion corpses piled up at his feet, and a few coils of silk thread wrapped around his hands. , the light of the fire reflected on it, glowing with a golden light.

"You are……"

A gust of wind blew up, and the fire in the yard shot up into the sky. Yin Chenglan's ink hair was flying in the wind and fire, and he whispered: "Old man, long time no see."

The old man Guigu's eyes widened, and he raised his neck in disbelief, almost breaking his neck: "You are Zong...you didn't die, you didn't die after drinking my poison!"

Yin Chenglan sneered. He leaned on the wheelchair, picked up a writhing poisonous scorpion between his fingers, and critically looked at the red and black body of the scorpion: "I'm not dead, I want to tell you personally, your That's what poison is."

Seeing his move, Ling Jiang walked a few steps towards him. Just when he suspected that Yin Chenglan was going to eat the poisonous scorpion, the man pinched the scorpion with force between his fingers, raised his hand, and threw it into the mouth. into the fire.

Lingjiang: "..."

Scared him to death.

The appearance of Yin Chenglan irritated the arrogance of old man Guigu. He probably lived his whole life in fear and fear. Every time people in the world mentioned it, they said don't provoke him. He had never been threatened like this before. The old man Guigu looked at Yin Chenglan and landed on Lingjiang again. He paused for a moment and laughed loudly: "You saved him? So you saved him. You are such a treasure."

Old man Guigu walked over stepping on the corpse of the scorpion. His movements were extremely fast, and he flashed in front of Yin Chenglan in an instant, and said in a hysterical hoarse voice, "I must get it."

Ling Jiang's movements were also very fast. Before he could finish speaking, the eight-edged plum blossom hammer slammed heavily on one shoulder of Guigu Old Man. His shoulder turned into thousands of poisonous scorpions and climbed onto Ling Jiang's arm. Before he could dodge, another plum blossom hammer had already chased him in front of him, and it fell from the sky, like a dark cloud covering the top of the old man's spirit cap.

"you……"

Sticky black blood oozes from the shriveled old man's forehead, flowing from the center of his brow to his chin. Lingjiang is holding the heavy plum hammer and is about to make the final push when there is a sharp whistle behind him, and a black hammer The short arrow shot straight at his back.

Yin Chenglan saw with sharp eyes that the gossamer in his sleeve flew out, and blocked the short arrow in mid-air. With the other hand, he grabbed Ling Jiang's arm and pulled him to his side.

Accompanied by short arrows, dozens of men wrapped in black cloth rushed into the courtyard. They did not get too entangled with Yin Chenglan and the others, but grabbed the broken body of the lonely old man and quickly took him away. courtyard.

Ling Jiang still wanted to chase, but his feet were weak.

Yin Chenglan supported his arm, Lingjiang looked at the direction in which the man in black left without giving up, couldn't stand still, took a few breaths, and said: "One more hammer, and you will die completely."

His plum blossom hammer is as good as a thousand catties, but the old man is not like a man or a scorpion, so he will die.

Yin Chenglan opened his sleeves and saw a few bite marks on Lingjiang's thin arms that were bleeding black blood. Knowing that he was stung by a scorpion, he slapped him on the back: "Be honest."

Turning his head to look at the small courtyard that was completely burned, he said, "Let's go first, and we'll talk about other things later."

Even pressed the song to agree, and was about to carry the young man on his back, when the Nineteenth Master waved his hand and said to the man, "Put into my arms."

But the young man glanced at the sky, reluctantly retracted his gaze, bowed his head for some reason, and disappeared into Yin Chenglan's arms. stand up.

He stared helplessly at Yin Chenglan's chest, took a deep breath, and ended up drinking the burnt ashes in the yard, so he could only protect Yin Chenglan's withdrawal while coughing heartbreakingly and being dumbfounded in shock. In the yard, he managed to find a carriage, released the news overnight, and led people to drive dozens of kilometers away from Qiaojia Town.