Grandpa is such a bird

Three days later, the two of Lingjiang finally met the people from the Valley of Miraculous Doctors in the area of ​​Huaihe River.

Lingjiang was about to drive over, but Yin Chenglan pressed the back of his hand: "Wait a minute."

Lingjiang put the other hand on Yin Chenglan's hand, "Say it."

Yin Chenglan: "..."

Why does he always feel like he's being molested?

"Did you mention in your letter that it might be the old man Guigu who arrested Yan and Chu?" Yin Chenglan could only withdraw his hand and glared at him.

Ling Jiang twirled his fingers, looking at Yin Chenglan's withdrawn hand with regret, he really wanted to pull it over and touch it again, but he held back forcibly, and said: "I just learned the identity of the ghost old man from your mouth, and I don't know what to do." I didn't have time to say, the people in the Valley of the Immortal Doctor should have followed the direction in which the robbers fled to find them, huh? What's wrong?"

Yin Chenglan was sitting in the carriage, narrowing his eyes slightly and staring at a group of people coming here along the river bank. He straightened the folds of his clothes, and said in a low voice, "Do you still remember the reaction of old man Guigu when he recognized me?"

Ling Jiang pulled the rein, slowed down the horse, recalled the scene that day following Yin Chenglan's tone, and quickly picked out the abnormality from it: "He doesn't know your identity at all."

Ling Jiang paused for a moment, then said quickly: "If he doesn't know your identity, he won't know the importance of Yan Chu, and naturally he shouldn't think of using them to threaten me."

He lowered his eyelashes for a breath, and his dark eyes immediately reflected a certain cold and dangerous meaning: "You mean someone else who robbed Yan Chu, and that ghost old man was just a coincidence?"

Yin Chenglan tidied up his clothes, raised his eyes and saw the stern expression between Ling Jiang's eyebrows, couldn't help reaching out and patting him, making him turn his head, straightening the wooden feather hairpin in his hair, and said: "It's not a coincidence, the old man After seeing you, he should have followed us all the way, but because he was afraid of being discovered, he followed us farther away, and happened to see something happened to Yan Chu on the way, so he took this opportunity to send a letter to the pavilion to lead you out."

He said: "If he knew my identity, he would pretend to be Yan Chu to threaten you, not Ji Yushan, understand, after all, you are my man."

Hearing his last sentence, Lingjiang's originally cold eyes suddenly burst into a slight smile from the murderous look, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help but bend. Yin Chenglan saw it, and felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

Does he care so much about what he says?

When the two were talking, the people from the Miracle Doctor Valley had already arrived. Yin Chenglan clicked until he stopped, put down the curtain of the car and did not show up again, Lingjiang was connected at a click, restrained his killing intent, and looked at the person indifferently.

The person who joined them was the butler of the genius doctor Gu, named Wang Zhu, over half a hundred, with frost on his temples. I don't know if it was because of the disappearance of the owner of the valley, his eyes covered with age spots were slightly blue.

Upon meeting, Wang Zhu was taken aback for a moment: "You are not Manager Lian."

Yin Chenglan in the car knew that the little yellow hair of feelings was replacing Lian Pressing's identity.

Ling Jiangdao: "The chief executive ordered me to assist Miracle Doctor Gu in finding the whereabouts of Miracle Doctor."

Wang Zhu glanced into the carriage, and didn't hear Ling Jiang's introduction, so he put away his curiosity, bowed to him worriedly, wiped his forehead with his sleeve, and wrinkled his eyebrows into a furrow, and said worriedly: "We chased here, The trail is broken, I wonder if the young master has any clues?"

Ling Jiang thought for a while: "Yes, but I have a few questions to ask you. When the carriage was robbed that day, how many people were there to escort the carriage?"

Wang Zhudao: "The owner of the valley is afraid that Mr. Ji will be uncomfortable on the road, so only two people are left to drive. Secretly, there are 17 guards escorting him."

"What about these people, has none of them seen the face of the robbers? Are the robbers single-handed, or are there more people?"

Wang Zhu had a look of pain on his face, and he lowered his head in a gloomy manner: "No, people... are all dead. It was the old slave who sent someone halfway to meet the owner of the valley, only to find dead bodies scattered around the carriage, and the owner and the owner of the valley... Young Master Ji is nowhere to be seen."

A dark light flashed in Lingjiang's eyes. He was sitting on the shaft of the chariot, holding a whip in his hand. He tapped the whip lightly with his slender finger bones thoughtfully, already realizing that something was wrong.

When Guigu old man was following him, he happened to meet Yan Chu who was kidnapped, so he took the opportunity to send a letter to lure Lingjiang to appear. In this way, when Yan Chu had an accident, he would not be too far away from them, and the time interval would not be too long long.

And according to this person, they found out that he was missing when they met the empty carriage when they met the owner of the valley on the way back to the valley. From this point of view, Yan Chu's accident should not be far from the valley of the genius doctor. .

Lingjiang had an intuition that there must be something they didn't notice, but he didn't know exactly where it was. He was born as a bird, no matter how smart he was born, he still has few complex plots in the world. With a bit of twisted intestines, he had no choice but to give up, planning to throw it to the man in the carriage behind him.

He said to Wang Zhu: "Since the trace is broken here, we will search this place again."

Wang Zhu nodded, and was about to say something, when he saw that Lingjiang had already turned his horse's head and walked to the nearest village.

There are many plains and lakes along the Huaihe River, and there are no deep mountains or canyon ruins. People standing on the high gates and looking out can have a panoramic view of the three cities, six towns and eleven villages of the Huaihe River. It's really not easy to break here.

Lingjiang did not enter the city, but chose a village outside the city to settle down.

There is only one simple inn in the village where you can stay, but it is not bad for the two who have been sleeping outside for several days. Lingjiang spread his palms, picked up the small package that was the size of his palm, and took the silver ticket that Yin Chenglan had stuffed in before. out.

Yin Chenglan saw it and was surprised: "There are no flowers on the road?"

Ling Jiang stuffed the found broken silver back into the small bag, put it in his arms, asked Xiaoer to lead the carriage to the backyard to feed the grain and grass, pushed the wheelchair to the guest room, and followed along with his eyes out of the corner of his eye. The people from the Miracle Doctor Valley behind them: "Yeah."

After thinking for a while, he added, "I'm very easy to raise and doesn't cost money."

Yin Chenglan was noncommittal, thinking that it is easy to raise, but if you don't pay attention, you will be pissed off.

At the door of the guest room, Wang Zhu delivered a light dinner and said, "You two are working hard for the genius doctor Gu."

Ling Jiang took it with one hand, and stood at the door to block Yin Chenglan behind him. He said without expression: "If it is convenient for your people, go to the nearby villages and towns to inquire about the news."

Wang Zhu's brows were deeply worried: "Yes, it has been dispatched. The whereabouts of the owner of the valley is unknown. It is the old slave's negligence. If he can't find him again, the old slave will have no face to see the old owner even if he wants to apologize with death."

Ling Jiang didn't feel the same way, but sent him away politely.

There was only a bed and a faded round table in the guest room. There was an oil lamp on the table, shining a smoky yellow light. Yin Chenglan sat under the lamp, his eyebrows and eyes seemed to have a layer of warm color.

Ling Jiang put the food in front of him, looked at him for a moment with one hand on his face, then reached out to touch his face, but Yin Chenglan stopped his paw halfway.

Pavilion Master Yin pinched his wrist, and said with a half-smile, "I only show it but not touch it."

Ling Jiang took the next best thing, changed from touching his face to touching his hands, he raised his fingers and scratched Yin Chenglan's hand that was clamping him: "I've slept through it."

Yin Chenglan scratched him with goosebumps all over his body, and quickly let go of his hand, wondering how this little bird became such a virtuous person. He didn't know that when Ling Jiang silently looked at him, what he was thinking was true. fuck.

"What should I do next?" Ling Jiang saw him drinking the porridge gracefully, and took out his own small wooden trough from his body and handed it over.

Anyone who feeds birds and amuses them will always carry some feed with them, so that when calling birds to send messages, it can be used as a reward to stimulate the messenger birds. Naturally, Yin Chenglan also has them, so he took a handful of peanuts and filled them with him.

"Who do you think will benefit from the kidnapping of Yan Chu?" Yin Chenglan asked while adding.

The small wooden bowl in front of Lingjiang was just right for him to use like a bird, but now it looked small, like a child's plaything. He didn't realize it was funny, and used one finger to hook peanuts into the small wooden bowl and put it in his mouth. Li lost.

"Guigu old man is one, but he got shit luck halfway." Lingjiang chewed the peanuts and thought about it carefully: "Yan Chu is very important to you, tie him up and threaten him." You, your enemy is also one, who else?"

Seeing that he was eating with gusto, Yin Chenglan took a grain out of his small bowl and threw it into his mouth: "Do you know what are the eight kinds of natural treasures that have been handed down from generation to generation?"

Ling Jiang didn't speak, waiting for his explanation.

Yin Chenglan said: "Regenerate bones, shape flesh, renew tendons, repair pulse, improve eyesight, renew ears, detoxify, and bring the dead back to life."

Ling Jiang was surprised: "Is there such a god? Can the dead be resurrected?"

Yin Chenglan smiled: "The Big Dipper Stone stolen by Pei Jiangnan is said to be able to open up people's meridians and make their skills reach their peak."

Shangsanlu and Xiasanlu of Lingjiang looked Yin Chenglan up and down: "Really?"

Rao Yin Chenglan was a little thick-skinned, and felt uncomfortable under his blunt gaze. He pursed his lower lip and flicked his fingers out of the window. There was no response from the thin doors and windows. Ling Jiang stood up and opened the window, only to see a man outside the house. On a tree, half of the branch fell down slowly, and the cutting surface was extremely sharp, like a knife.

He has the kung fu of fighting cattle across mountains.

Yin Chenglan looked at his fingers under the lamp: "Not so magical, but it is somewhat useful. It is not enough to bring the dead back to life, but it is true to break the tendons and renew the veins, and to cure all kinds of poisons. Now, six of them are here. Yan Chu's hands."

Ling Jiang frowned: "You mean someone kidnapped Yan Chu just for these medicines?"

Yin Chenglan looked at him inscrutablely: "The news will be released tonight, saying that Han Perfume is in your hands."

One of the remaining two natural treasures is Han Perfume.

Ling Jiang agreed, and then stared at Yin Chenglan with extraordinarily bright and energetic eyes.

Yin Chenglan met his eyes lightly, controlled the wheelchair and turned around to leave. As soon as he reached the bed, Ling Jiang who followed him held down his arm.

Ling Jiang squatted in front of him, raised his head, and asked with interest: "How do you sleep tonight?"

Yin Chenglan: "..."

In the dead of night, the bulge under the warm brocade quilt moved, Ling Jiang arched out of the quilt, and flew out of the room to release the news.

The colorful tree shadows fell on the window, Yin Chenglan opened his eyes, looked at the top of the bed silently, thinking of something, felt the warm place beside the bed and lost his mind.

Warmth is really a drug addiction that is difficult to quit. He has lived in the solitary Wanhai Peak for ten years, and now he has just encountered this slight temperature, and he has an inseparable feeling like eating marrow and taste. feelings come.

He pressed his fingertips against the place warmed by the little yellow bird, like a guilty thief in the cold autumn night, greedy for the fleeting temperature.

On the second day, at dawn, Ling Jiang just came back with a shoulder of white frost.

"The news has been released, and it won't be long before someone from the Jianghu will chase after him." He was going to go to the bedside, but when he realized that he was wet and cold, he turned around and sat down at the table.

Yin Chenglan was wearing a robe and his hair was untied, leaning against the bed and nodding.

Lingjiang saw that there was tiredness in the corners of his eyes, and he looked more tired than he who hadn't slept all night, so he covered his hands in his sleeves for a while, got up and walked to the bed, and asked, "How long is your next seizure?" how long?"

Yin Chenglan looked at him lazily, and said casually: "I don't know, it will happen when it should."

Ling Jiang snorted, and suddenly reached out like lightning to touch Yin Chenglan's face. His movement was caught off guard and extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, he gently squeezed the man's face, and then retracted it.