Grandpa is such a bird

On the second day, One Man, One Bird and Lian Yinge parted ways in the woods outside Qiao's town. The emperor's men besieged Wan Haifeng to Lian Yinge as the commanding officer. He and Lingjiang went to find Yan Chu's whereabouts.

Until the carriage went far away under the scorching sun, Yin Chenglan couldn't believe that he just agreed to the words of a little bird that was not as old as a mouse, and left with him.

The carriage was swaying, and when the door curtain fluttered, one could see the light yellow back of the horse riding on the shaft. Ling Jiang stepped on the seat with one leg, and with a weed in his mouth, he swayed back and forth with the carriage, looking in a good mood.

Yin Chenglan looked at his proud back, feeling a little itchy in the root of his teeth.

"Huh?" Ling Jiang turned around suddenly: "It is estimated that it will take five or six days to arrive at the agreed place. Are you bored by yourself? Come out and drive with me."

Yin Chenglan's lips twitched, so, who is bored?

Pavilion Master Yin decided not to spoil him so much, and pretended to sit in the car with the attitude of "my father is of good character, and I will never go out to mess with you", then Ling Jiang grabbed his waist and dragged him out forcefully.

The shaft of the car was not wide, and two big men had to squeeze together to sit on it. Yin Chenglan was forced to stick shoulder to shoulder with Lingjiang, raised his eyebrows, and said unhappily, "It's squeezed to death."

Ling Jiang smiled and said nothing.

Pavilion Master Yin was very reluctant to be dragged out, so he didn't like anything, touched the hard shaft of the car, kicked his nose and complained on his face: "It's hard and crowded."

Ling Jiang flicked his horsewhip lazily, tilted his head to look at the man's handsome features, and said, "Why don't you sit in my arms?"

Yin Chenglan choked to death with one more complaint in his throat.

It is an official road, and there are deep mountains and canyons on both sides of the road. Even in autumn, the forests are still green and lush, and there are faint sounds of birdsong and streams.

The blue sky above the head was like washing, there was no cloud in the thousand miles, and the breeze was blowing slowly, as if it could wipe away the old illness in Shen Ke's body, and his heart suddenly became brighter.

Yin Chenglan held back for a while, and said, "Why don't you sit in my arms."

The corners of Lingjiang's eyes twitched, he rubbed the reins in his hand vaguely, and moved his face closer: "I wish for it."

Yin Chenglan put his hand on his head and pushed the bird back.

Don't argue with hooligans, he endures.

"Why did the ghost old man say that I saved you?" Ling Jiang asked, but he didn't have time to mention it two days ago.

Yin Chenglan also heard what the old man Guigu said, so he thought about it with him when he was free.

"What did he misunderstand?"

"It's not clear yet."Yin Chenglan shook his head: "By the way, I've always wanted to ask, what on earth are you... what are you? Birdman?"

Ling Jiang was speechless, and wanted to peck him on the forehead, Mr. Bird, he is not half human and half bird.

"There are many birds and beasts in the world, and thousands of species, but in fact these are all named by humans. As for birds, we don't need to use titles to distinguish groups. Like humans, if the voice is beautiful, then It’s so stupid to ask yourself that you’re called a lark.”

Yin Chenglan said: "Then please tell me, Mr. Lingjiang, in a non-stupid way, which ethnic group do you belong to?"

Lingjiang gave him a resentful look.

"I don't know. I have been in the Yellow House of Yufeng Pavilion since I broke the shell. I have never seen a talking bird except me."

Yin Chenglan was surprised, "Then your ability?"

Lingjiang said: "When I broke my shell and saw the world, I understood human nature. Listening to people's words, I understood human language. After a few years, I knew that I could transform into a human being. Other than that, I was no different from the bird in your pavilion." It's different."

How did he know what he was.

Yin Chenglan thought that he could hear some stories about revenge and revenge from Shan Hai Jing monsters, but he didn't expect it to fade away like the protagonist of the story. His mouth was dull for a while, after thinking about it, he asked tentatively: "Why don't the master of the pavilion help you find out?" Check your background?"

Afraid that Lingjiang might suspect that he had bad intentions, he added: "At least you must know what that old man Guigu misunderstood you for."

Lingjiang hummed, satisfied with his obedient little daughter-in-law, waved his hand, and generously asked him to find a way to investigate.

"Also, the old man Guigu is very likely not to die this time, so you should be mentally prepared." Yin Chenglan said.

That day the old man gritted his teeth and said "I must get him", which made Yin Chenglan very unhappy. No matter whether Lingjiang is a treasure or not, even if it is a stupid quail in his pavilion, no one is allowed to covet it after he covers it. .

Besides, Lingjiang is much more energetic than Quail.

"Don't worry." Ling Jiang relaxed his body and leaned on him, "I must kill this person."

At this time, under Wanhai Peak, where sea winds and waves have been turbulent all year round, when autumn is deep and foggy, and the sky is hazy, a group of killers wrapped in black appeared quietly from a small fishing village, lurking in Wanhai Peak holding unknown broadswords and long swords. Down.

Wan Haifeng, proudly independent in the vast ocean, is easy to defend and difficult to attack. The mountain wall is slippery and there is nowhere to climb.

The leader searched for the way up the mountain with a serious expression.

A gust of sea breeze blew by, and the black iron chains tied to the shore and the top of the mountain floated out of the mist.

The men in black looked at each other with joy, and touched the hidden black iron chain from the low mountain woods on the bank.

The leader gave an order in a low voice: "After going up, no one will be left alive."

The rest pulled up their masks, revealing only a pair of murderous eyes.

One end of dozens of iron chains swayed above the clouds, the iron chains had thick wrists, cold and slippery, and they were the entrances to one of the few passages in and out of Wanhai Peak. The man in black was overjoyed and ordered his men to climb the chains into the mountain.

On the top of the cliff, a man stood with his hands behind his back. The mountain wind bulged his robe, and it flew up like a wave.

Lian Pressing the song looked down at the bottom of the cliff as high as ten thousand ren, in the mist and mist, some black spots trembled slightly, it was the chains that slanted between the sky and the earth.

Qi Ying appeared from behind, pointed to the points according to the song, and said, "The fish is hooked."

Immediately he raised his hand, and suddenly a bird flew out from the mist, like a vulture, brown-black, with stubble feathers, the beak was huge, protruding inward, with two sacs outside.

Lian Pressing Song stroked the bird's back, and said warmly, "Go."

The black bird suddenly flew high and rushed into the thick fog.

In the sea breeze, the men in black climbed up the chain from the foot of the mountain, like a group of black ants, swaying with the chain and hanging in the air, under their feet was a huge surging wave, howling to swallow everything up, and above their heads passing through the thick The fog could reach the peak and cliff, the man in black clenched the wet and slippery chain, swallowed his saliva, and stretched his arms.

At this time, a bird landed on the chain not far from his head.

The man in black raised his head and reprimanded the black bird a few times, but the black bird did not move. The man in black who was still following him asked loudly about the situation, so he freed up one hand, intending to drive the black bird away.

The eyes of the black bird stared at him, reflecting an ominous gleam through the lingering mist. Under the gaze, he felt a chill all over his body. Just as he was about to say something, the black bird suddenly exhaled a pungent At the same time, a little light came out of the corner of his eyes.

Before he could realize what the light was, a wave of heat suddenly exploded in front of his eyes, and the slippery liquid on the cold chain ignited when it met the fire. In a short while, the black iron chain hanging between Wanhai Peak and the coast burned into red. Flame, like a dozen flaming dragons swaying in the wind.

The men in black on the chains were covered with that mucus, turning into a gorgeous and cruel fireball, screaming like dumplings, and falling into the vast ocean one after another.

The emperor's eyes were bloodshot in the capital of Dajing, and he threw a memorial on the Golden Pillar Hall of Kowloon, and said coldly: "This was played by the prefect of Linbin City two days ago. Such a murderous organization appeared in the rivers and lakes. If the imperial court continues to ignore it, only the people of Linbin City will suffer, and I want the Ministry of War to send troops to suppress it immediately, do you have any objections?"

Prime Minister Zuo lowered his head and picked up the memorial, opened it and looked at it.

"...The phoenix is ​​in the city, the rivers and lakes are chaotic, the grievances are right and wrong, and the anger is overwhelming. As soon as he ruled, he seized the knife and killed his son, and the bloody corpse was horrifying. With governance, Linbin will be restored to stability..."

He closed the memorial with a solemn expression, thought for a moment, and said: "Your Majesty, the Yufeng Pavilion has been famous in Jianghu for more than ten years, and I have heard of it. It is engaged in the business of intelligence and information. I have never heard of any disputes with Jianghu sects." , Could it be that something went wrong in the middle?"

The emperor sat in the golden hall, his expression dimmed under the gilded crown: "Prime Minister Zuo thinks that the prefect of Linbin made a mistake, or did I make a mistake in my decision?"

Prime Minister Zuo has been an official for dozens of years, when he looked up at the emperor's face, his heart skipped a beat, knowing that he had said something wrong, even though he didn't know where the mistake was, he had already lifted his robe and knelt down, sticking his head to the cold hall On the ground, the blink of an eye has taught him to think clearly about what the emperor said just now.

... His Majesty is not asking for their opinions, but has already made up his mind.He fell on the ground and said: "I remember wrongly. The causes of grievances and grievances in the Jianghu are complicated and difficult to trace. Even if the affairs of the Jianghu are different, if it hinders the daily life of the people, there is no reason for the government to intervene. Moreover, in recent years, there have been many sects and families in the Jianghu. Disputes with the imperial court, by suppressing Yufeng Pavilion, killing chickens to make an example to monkeys, it is also a good thing."

The emperor's face softened, and he looked around at the civil and military officials in front of the palace: "Does Aiqing have any objections?"

All the officials bowed, but no one made a sound.

The tall emperor looked at the crowd bowing their heads and proclaiming their ministers. His eyes passed through the majestic hall and fell on the splendid mountains and rivers outside. He showed a conceited and satisfied smile, narrowed his eyes slightly, and stared at some unknown place in the distance, like a puller The hunter with a long bow seems to have aimed at the prey, just waiting for his fingers to be released, and the flesh will be pierced.

When Yin Chenglan received the news, it was already five days later. After reading it, he calmly threw the note into the dying bonfire, and the bonfire suddenly rolled up a cluster of sparks, engulfing it in an instant.

Ling Jiang supported his cheek with one hand, picked up a small wooden stick with the other hand and drew it in the fire, smashed the scraps of paper into the campfire, and asked, "Why did the emperor do this?"

Yin Chenglan opened his hands, warmed the fire, and said indifferently: "Send someone to stir up disputes, create the illusion of fighting in the rivers and lakes, and then use the prefect of Linbin City to find a legitimate reason to attack Yufeng Pavilion, my brother, Even for killing people, you have to have a high-sounding reason before you do it, for fear of leaving a little stain on history."

In the wilderness, the bonfire was burning firewood with the sound of 'bozi', Ling Jiang didn't listen to it, but asked instead: "Do you want to be famous in history too?"

The fire light illuminated half of Yin Chenglan's face, rendering his handsome facial features with a touch of deep ink and heavy color. He suddenly withdrew his hands warming the fire and pressed them on his legs. After a moment of silence, he said, "I used to think about it, but now I don't want to."

Shaking off the cloak to cover her body, she lay back on a piece of dry straw, with her hands as pillows behind her head, and looked up at the galaxy in the night sky: "Didn't you say, what's the use of thinking so much?" , It’s better to sleep well and have a good dream.”

After speaking, he closed his eyes.

Ling Jiang dropped the small wooden stick and walked to him and squatted down.

Yin Chenglan raised his eyelids to look at him, and said helplessly, "What do you want to teach, you little bird?"

Lingjiang pushed him: "I want to ask you, do you want to sleep in my arms, or let me sleep in your arms?"

Hearing this, Yin Chenglan's previous drowsiness dissipated immediately, crossed his hands vigilantly, pulled his cloak, and said with an awe-inspiring posture, "I want to sleep in my own arms."

Ling Jiang said: "It's very cold at night, it's the best idea to hug a group to keep warm."

Yin Chenglan said: "The cloak is too small to cover two people."

Ling Jiang said: "I can turn into a bird."

Anticipating that he would say this, Yin Chenglan replied: "You have become a bird, how can I hug you to keep warm?"

Lingjiang immediately turned into a ball of yellow, flew to Yin Chenglan, stepped on Yin Chenglan's chest with his claws, and said, "It's okay, I will be warm this way, and you can still cover the cloak by yourself."

Saying that, he aimed at a gap, got under the cloak, and found a soft and comfortable place to lie down in his arms.

Yin Chenglan looked at the bulging area of ​​the cloak covering his body: "..."

As for the face, do you want it?