Grandpa is such a bird

Yin Chenglan didn't let him go back to Yufeng Pavilion, and didn't tell him where he was going. Lingjiang knew that Yufeng Pavilion might never go back. He didn't know Yin Chenglan's plan and didn't want to ask. The only thing he could do was It is to guard his life-saving straw for him, and once Yin Chenglan needs it, he can immediately bring Yan Chu to him.

In the evening, with the autumn wind blowing, the shadow guards from Yufeng Pavilion and a brand new carriage appeared outside the inn.

Yin Chenglan was wearing a black cloak, almost melting into the night.

He and he looked at each other, what should be explained has already been explained, and there is nothing extra to say.

Ling Jiang folded his arms and leaned against the gate of the inn, silently watching him get into the carriage.

The carriage rolled slowly. At this moment, the curtain of the carriage was lifted suddenly, and a black shadow was thrown towards Lingjiang. He reached out to catch it, and found that it was Yin Chenglan's cloak, and there was still a warm breath on it.

"It's cold." Yin Chenglan's voice sounded across the carriage.

Ling Jiang's thin lips pursed into a line and curled up: "I won't freeze to death."

The carriage started to run, and a neither light nor heavy nor salty nor light "um" was scattered into the night with the wind, the wheels crushed the road, and rode away in a hurry.

Until the carriage disappeared into the night and could no longer be seen, Ling Jiang opened the cloak and saw peanuts wrapped in kraft paper and a few silver bills of not small denominations pressed underneath.

He stuffed the banknotes into his arms, held the peanuts in his hands, held Yin Chenglan's cloak, lowered his head and kissed it, then turned around coolly, and entered the inn.

He tied up Wang Zhu's five flowers and threw them into the original carriage. Without stopping any longer, Lingjiang also drove on the road.

The long night is long, the world has three mountains, six rivers, hundreds of thousands of rivers, thousands of miles apart, but there is always a return date to look forward to, I would like to stay in a kind of lovesickness, hope that the two places will take care of each other, as the stars move, we will meet each other in the future.

Ling Jiang stepped on the shaft of the car with one foot, put on Yin Chenglan's cloak, and hummed a strange ditty: "The cool wind has faith, and the autumn moon is boundless. Thanks to my nineteen emotions, the days are like years..."

Seven days later, Ling Jiang arrived at the Valley of Miraculous Doctors in a carriage.

The Valley of Doctors is located in the southeast of Dajing, hidden in a rolling mountain range. In the setting sun, the mountainside is dyed red by autumn, and the orange forest sea is rippled by the breeze.

As soon as Ling Jiang drove to the mountain pass into the valley, a guard appeared from the forest and stopped his way: "The owner of the valley is not here, please come at another time."

Without further ado, Ling Jiang pulled the butler out of the carriage, pressed the plum blossom hammer on his shoulder, didn't bother to say a word of nonsense, and said coldly: "Get out of the way."

The eight-edged plum-blossom hammer has a heavy burden, and it directly crushed half of the old housekeeper's body. He fell miserably at his age, and now he just wants to linger on to save his life. He has completely recognized the young man in front of him along the way. It’s really not a thing——once he was on the road, he was forced to read a book. Instead of reading continuously, he had to pick out every sentence that started with “Yin Chenglan” and read it with a rhythmic tone. Love is both strong, and once a sentence doesn't suit his heart, he won't be given a meal.

Poor Wang Zhu lived half his life, neither did he earn a good reputation by being loyal and dedicated to protecting the Lord, nor did he carry forward Miracle Doctor Valley to the world. What's even more sad is that he thought he could die well, but he didn't expect that he was actually more greedy for life and afraid of death, and would rather live with it Stealing his life, he didn't dare to apologize to the old valley owner with his death.

So much so that it is almost ridiculous to be reduced to the plaything of this harpy.

"Get out of the way." Wang Zhu waved his hand weakly.

The guard's face turned blue, he had already seen his fate from Wang Zhu, and he stepped aside with hatred in his eyes.

Ling Jiang escorted Wang Zhu into the valley, and within a short distance, a white light flashed across the corner of his eyes. Without looking back, Ling Jiang threw the plum blossom hammer with his backhand. This heavy weapon was like a thin hidden weapon. Between them collided with the white light, making a piercing sound of metal collisions, followed by a muffled groan and a heavy landing.

Wang Zhu turned his head to look, and saw the guard lying on the ground just now, with blood bubbling from a crack in his head.

Ling Jiang frowned, retracted the eight-edged plum blossom hammer from the air, and said lightly: "Yan Xiaobai, uh, I have bad eyesight."

They raised a bunch of people.

Wang Zhu was so frightened that his face turned blue. Only then did he realize that Lingjiang had treated him well. He nodded in panic, and took him to the place where Yan Chu and Yan Chu were imprisoned very courteously.

It was a stone house, the door was sealed by an iron fence, and a heavy copper lock was hung on the door. Ling Jiang squatted at the door and looked in, and immediately experienced the joy of mortals locking birds in cages to play with them.

He touched his chin, pinched the iron pillar as thick as his thumb, and felt a desire in his heart. When he was free, he would also occupy the mountain as king, build a house, lock Yin Chenglan in it, and come to deliver food and drink every day. When the sun was shining brightly, he would whistle outside, and as soon as he whistled, Yin Chenglan appeared in front of the fence, smiling coldly, Lingjiang reached into the fence and pinched his face, and then watched him take the clothes one by one. piece off.

"The expression is too obscene." Someone said coldly.

Ling Jiang raised his eyes and saw Yan Chu and Ji Yushan standing in front of the iron fence. The two of them didn't seem to be injured, but Yan Chu's expression was particularly bad.

Ling Jiang put away his smile, pretended to look at the surrounding environment, and said, "This place seems to be good."

He bent the corner of his lips maliciously: "Nineteen ordered me to keep an eye on the two of you, and I suddenly found that it seemed a good idea to keep you two inside."

Yan Chu's face darkened, and before he could say anything, he was stopped by Ji Yushan. Mr. Ji has always been good at making love, and looked at Lingjiang excitedly: "I knew you would come, this time I owe you, It will be doubled in the future.”

Obtaining Ji Yushan's promise is equivalent to obtaining Yan Chu's promise, even more effective than himself.

Ling Jiang raised his brows, he was quite satisfied, Yang Chui broke the door lock of the stone house and released the two of them.

Yan Chu's expression turned sour, Lingjiang handed Wang Zhu over to him to deal with himself, and went to the place where people lived in the valley with Ji Yushan first.

Ji Yushan was happier seeing Lingjiang than seeing his own father. He just felt that the young bird he met halfway was like a god, so he couldn't help asking: "How do you know that we are imprisoned?"

Ling Jiang started with the letter he had received from old man Guigu, and briefly said in a few words.

At this moment, Yan Chu, who had been following them silently all this time, suddenly said, "You mean you fought old man Guigu?"

Ling Jiang turned his head and saw Yan Chu's expression was indescribably weird.

Ling Jiang realized something, put away the slight smile on his face when they met again, and asked seriously, "Well, what do you mean, it has something to do with Nineteen?"

Yan Chu was stunned for a moment, lowered his head, looked at the ground with erratic eyes, shook his head after a while, and asked, "Is his body full of scorpions?"

Lingjiang said yes, Yan Chu said in a low voice, "It's true." Then he said to himself: "I told Yin Chenglan a long time ago, don't provoke him, I didn't expect to meet him."

Hearing this, Lingjiang frowned, his eyes darkened instantly, and his sharp eyes came out from under his lashes, with a dull sharpness: "He has been disabled for nineteen years, it is impossible to spare him."

As he spoke, he put his eyes on Ji Yushan, but he said to Yan Chu: "Can you do it?"

Yan Chu understood what he meant, the dragon's reverse scale should not be touched, if you touch it, you will be punished, death or injury, with Lingjiang's temperament, it is impossible not to fight him to the death.

Yan Chu showed a complicated expression on his baby face, and said, "It's not that I don't want you to kill him, but this man is very difficult to deal with. Once bitten by him, great things will be ruined."

He paused, glanced at Ji Yushan, as if only this person could make him feel safe in front of him, and said, "Have you fought against him before, did you find any problems?"

Ling Jiang thought of the old man Guigu's body that turned into densely packed poisonous scorpions like flowing water when he touched it.

Yan Chu said: "Did you find it? He has no body, only a head."

Ji Yushan on the side interjected in surprise, "Can a person live without a body?"

A strange look flashed across Yan Chu's eyes, he lowered his eyes and patted the non-existing dust on his sleeves, and said vaguely: "Well, he's alive."

After finishing speaking, as if he was afraid that they would continue to question him, he added: "Since he already knows that the eight kinds of natural treasures can detoxify him, he will definitely try to snatch them. Besides, there are two more that have not been found, so naturally he will Stopping Pavilion Master Yin at all costs, this is trouble, do you understand that it is hard to find natural treasures, and if someone obstructs it, it will only make it more difficult."

Ling Jiang immediately said: "He was seriously injured by me and can't move for a short time. Let's find the medicine before he recovers."

Without mentioning the lonely old man, Yan Chu resumed his arrogant tone, and said sarcastically: "Do you think it's so easy to find? It took Yin Chenglan more than ten years to find six kinds."

Ling Jiang glanced at him impatiently, feeling a little itchy, and wanted to slap him somersaults, but for the sake of his family's nineteenth, he held back and said coldly: "In any case, I must find it, except Besides cold perfume, what is the last one?"

Yan Chu said: "Almost no one in the world has heard of the last one, and you don't even know about it, but I have some clues for Han Xiangxiang. Let's try our best to find it before the lonely old man."

After finishing speaking, he stepped into the villa in the valley of the genius doctor, entered a room, stared at Wang Zhu with stern eyes, and the latter followed him in with a pale face, Yan Chu put his hand on the door frame, and said: " Take care of the housework, Yushan, take him to rest first."

Then closed the door.

Ji Yushan glanced at the closed door twice, his eyes were glued, Lingjiang pursed his lips in disgust, found a treetop and squatted down, took out his cloak to see things and think about others.

Half a month later, Yin Chenglan returned to Linbin City near Wanhai Peak.

The barriers outside Linbin City are heavily fortified, and there are troops camping in a radius of ten miles, and the people are not allowed to approach.Thirty miles to the south, there is a vast ocean, and you can see the cliffs rising from the sea as soon as you look up. Wan Haifeng seems to stand at the end of the mainland, like a silent and majestic sea god, watching the world quietly.

And in the dense forest not far from the imperial army's camp, there is actually a small camp. The gray-green tents are hidden among the intertwined branches and leaves.

Set up the camp at the door of the enemy's camp, move upon hearing the wind, the grass and trees are full of soldiers, have to worry about it all the time, sleep and eat, and torture yourself like this, there is no one else except Yin Chenglan.

At this time, Yin Chenglan was sitting in the camp tent, closing his eyes, as if he could hear the sound of the army's drill not far away - the stabbing of spears in the infantry battalion, the restless restlessness of horseshoes in the cavalry battalion, the loading of muskets in the firecracker battalion and The roar of the sailor pulling anchor into the sea.

Even if he is not on the front line, he can still see the blood-stained sea surface, the waves roll up the floating corpses and sink into the depths of the ocean, the sound of fighting is inaudible in the turbulent sea, and he can only see the black warship captain of the big thorn crashing into Wan Haifeng with the wind and waves Steep cliffs.

The emperor actually sent four battalions to deal with him, it was really painstaking, Yin Chenglan showed a crazy smile, what can He De, what can He De do.

Then, they moved with all their nests, held on to the danger, took the sea as their screen, the birds as their eyes, and the mountain as their body. They won three battles and three victories, and defeated the court.

More than a month later, news of the war spread to the capital of Dajing, and inside the high palace walls, the emperor suddenly woke up from his dream, breaking out in a cold sweat.

The father-in-law who was in charge of the night watch outside the hall hurried in with his little feet: "Your Majesty, do you want the servant to pass on the imperial doctor?"

The emperor thumped his forehead heavily with his hand, then raised his head suddenly and stared at the front, his eyes were bloodshot: "Haven't it been captured yet? Is it? It's been a few days, trash, all trash!"

The father-in-law hurriedly knelt down, lying extremely low, trembling all over, and dared not say anything more.

The emperor lifted the quilt and walked back and forth in the hall barefoot, tearing his hair with his arms like a madman, and the bulging veins in his temples throbbed rapidly. He stopped suddenly and said angrily, "Why can't he be killed? Why, who will tell me? How on earth can I kill him!!!"

The father-in-law was kneeling and walking behind the emperor, but when he heard this sound, he almost shook off all the fat on his body. The anger of the emperor echoed in the dark hall, and then the emperor fell silent.

The father-in-law knelt down for a while, tremblingly raised his head to look, and saw the emperor's eyes were open and his mouth was open. He was obviously hysterical, but he seemed to be holding his breath in his chest and couldn't say anything. The father-in-law went to help the emperor in doubt. The emperor's whole body trembled, and a mouthful of accumulated blood spurted out. Immediately, the man also collapsed to the ground, his eyes fixed.

"Your Majesty! This servant is going to pass on the imperial doctor, to pass on..."

Suddenly, a vigorous bell rang out from the silent night, coming from all directions, with a calmness that is as calm as a mountain without the wind and rain.

The emperor's eyes moved angrily, and he grabbed the father-in-law with his tense hands, took a breath, and said in a hoarse voice: "It is said that Shanyue is coming...don't ask the doctor, let Shanyue come."

Chan Master Shanyue entered the hall in the dark, recited Buddhist scriptures, burned incense and chanted Zen, dripping all night until dawn.

The emperor leaned on the bed with disheveled hair and looked haggard. He whispered, "Zen Master."

The sound of the wooden fish stopped, Shanyue lowered her eyebrows, and said in a warm voice: "Your Majesty's qi and blood are stagnant, it's because of overthinking."

The emperor smiled stupidly and said, "I have only missed one thing in my life."

Shanyue was slightly surprised in her heart, but her face remained calm: "There is nothing wrong with a human being, and if one can correct one's mistakes, there is nothing good about it."

The emperor said: "Change? No, it can't be changed."

His voice was hoarse, and every time he mentioned the past, there was an indescribable confusion. The emperor said slowly: "I can't change it, I can only let this mistake continue, so that I can protect the peace of the country and the people of Dajing."

The turmoil in Shanyue's heart gradually calmed down, he raised his eyes to look at the emperor, and clearly saw the gloomy sternness and killing intent between his brows.Some mistakes can be corrected, some mistakes cannot be corrected, some mistakes are willing to repent, and some mistakes are willing to be completely wrong, and they would rather kill three thousand mistakes than let one go.

Shanyue already understood.

He took off the bright red Buddhist beads from his wrist, put them in the green robe sleeves, and said in a gentle voice: "Is Your Majesty worrying about the Yufeng Pavilion?"

The emperor looked up sharply at him.

Shanyue looked as usual, and said softly: "The faction of the rivers and lakes has no basis. Although it resists for a while, it will not be able to withstand the prestige of the four armies. The poor monk has traveled to the world before and has involved in the geography of mountains. Your Majesty may listen to the poor monk. Word."

The emperor leaned over and grabbed his wrist: "Please speak, Zen Master."