Grandpa is such a bird

When the third letter bird flew back with no harvest, the weather was already very cold, and as it headed north, snowflakes began to fall sparsely.

Ling Jiang was sitting outside the carriage, looking at the snow that was rolling in and out, counting with his fingers, it has been almost three months, and Yin Shijiu didn't reveal any news to him.

He wore thin single clothes as if he was not afraid of the cold, and a thin layer of snow fell on his shoulders. He just sat in the vast ice and snow field in northern Xinjiang, pondered for a long time, and finally came to a conclusion: Yin Chenglan has planned for a long time, and nothing will happen. And there may be two reasons why he hasn't contacted himself so far - first, his poison has not flared up and he is not in a hurry, and second, he doesn't miss himself at all.

Ling Jiang frowned, dissatisfied with this conclusion, Yin Chenglan is just a hard lump of ice, he has covered it in his arms for so long and it hasn't melted, but Ling Jiang is not a very patient bird, if he can't keep it together, he will For Yin Chenglan to perform a scene where the overlord is hard-pressed, at that time, it would be unsightly to sleep under the quilt.

What he wanted was that Yin Nineteen would follow him for the rest of his life, not just for a while.

Ling Jiang pondered for a moment, then suddenly pulled the reins, the horse spouted white mist, and took two or three steps in the snow before it stopped.

The car curtain swayed and was pulled open, a gust of warm air came out, Yan Chu showed half of his face from the gap, and looked at him impatiently: "What's the matter?"

Seeing him hiding comfortably in the carriage, Lingjiang's face was flushed, and he seemed to be enjoying a good life, so he felt a resentment in his heart, and said sarcastically, "Where is Han Perfume?"

Yan Chu looked far away and looked at the white wind and snow behind him. Everything he could see was snow white, and he couldn't even see the road. He shook his head in confusion: "I only know that Han Xiangxiang is in northern Xinjiang, but It's not clear exactly where."

"..."

Lingjiang really wanted to tear his mouth open.

But he just thought about it, except for Yin Chenglan, Ling Jiang didn't have the idea of ​​touching other people's faces.

"Then Ruhe knows that Han Xiangxiang is in northern Xinjiang?" He could only swallow his breath and asked.

There was also a gap at the other end of the car curtain, Ji Yushan blushed and waved to Lingjiang: "If you are not in a hurry, come in and talk."

Ji Yushan watched as Lingjiang's shoulders were soon covered with frost and snow, and his waterfall-like hair was dotted with white flowers. The thick ink and heavy colors are like a portrait of elegant mood.

Yan Chu subconsciously rejected Ling Jiang's entry, but Ji Yushan secretly pulled his sleeves, so he reluctantly said: "You, you come in after turning into a bird."

Ling Jiang turned into a little yellow hair in a blink of an eye, flew into the carriage, and before entering the door, he tapped Yan Chu's shoulder with his little wings and gave him a disdainful look.

What to guard against, he still doesn't like it.

The carriage is extravagantly covered with thick woolen carpets, which are soft and warm for people to sit on. There are two exquisitely crafted stoves in the corner, which are roasting the carriage. I don’t know what kind of charcoal is burned inside, but there is a bit of choking smoke. There is no smell, but it exudes a unique fragrance of grass and trees.

It's windy and snowy outside, but warm like spring inside, the layout is thoughtful.

Ji Yushan poured Lingjiang a cup of hot tea and put it on the small table in the car.

The little yellow bird glanced at it, then jumped onto the rim of the cup and soaked its claws in it. It can soak in such a basin of water in winter, and the hot water overflows the claws, and the blood in the whole body seems to wake up. Mao, the comfort from the inside out is indescribable.

The little yellow bird put its hair on its head, and let out a cold sigh of relief: "Speak."

When the two people in the carriage saw it, they were inexplicably envious.

Yan Chu held the hot tea and didn't drink it. Looking at the dense heat, he said, "If you want to find out where Han Perfume is, you must first know what Han Perfume is."

Ji Yushan huddled in the corner with his knees in his arms, and asked cooperatively, "What is it?"

Yan Chu said: "The first six of these eight natural treasures are all rare medicinal materials in the world. As long as they are medicinal, no matter where they are born in severe cold and hot summer, they are also places that people can go to, while the remaining two are not. It's the same."

He also seemed a little puzzled, and his voice lowered unconsciously.

Ling Jiang asked: "What's the difference?"

Yan Chu said: "These two things are not born on the ground, but born on the body."

Ling Jiang stared at him with slanted black eyes: "On him?"

Yan Chu unconsciously touched the wall of the cup, hummed, lowered his head and took a sip of the tea, as if he was uncomfortable, and said, "It is said that Zhonghan Perfume is the blood of a snake that is as clear as ice, and that kind of snake is said to be Said to be born in northern Xinjiang, a place of extreme cold."

As a bird, Lingjiang has a feud with snakes on weekdays, but all snakes like to climb trees to steal bird eggs to eat, so the feud was formed before the shell was broken. Hearing this, he sullenly said, as if facing an enemy: "Northern Xinjiang is too big, where can I find it?"

Yan Chu said: "In a short while, the mountains will be covered by heavy snow, and you may be able to find it in the coldest place in northern Xinjiang, but this is also a possibility, because whether it is this snake or the cold perfume, it is just a legend."

Who can tell whether the legend is true or not, but this uncertain legend is Yin Chenglan's hope for survival. Ling Jiang was silent for a moment with a gloomy expression, and said, "No matter what it is, I will try to find it." .”

As he spoke, he lifted his claws out of the water, stood on the soft wool carpet, and flicked the water droplets on the bird's claws: "It's not too cold yet, there is still time, I will put you in Here, Nineteen has not heard from him, I want to go back and meet him, and then we will go into the snow mountain."

The heavy snow seems to have stopped, and the surroundings are quiet, a breeze blows by, rubbing the snow surface and making a rustling sound.

Ling Jiang was about to fly out of the carriage to find a suitable place for Yan Chu and the two, when Yan Chu suddenly said from behind: "Have you noticed that Yin Chenglan is not in a hurry to find the last two rare treasures."

The little yellow bird's back paused, Yan Chu raised his head, looked at the gray sky that was as cold as the ground, and said slowly: "Because he also knows that in the end, he might not be able to find the two rare treasures. He has been searching for ten years. Among the hardships, only he himself knows best. Since the day he came to me, he has lived for more than ten years. Now that something happened to Yufeng Pavilion, it means that he has personally cut off his escape route, so , maybe he didn't intend to look for it at all."

Ling Jiang turned into a human in a blink of an eye, standing in the icy snow, the snow was so deep that it did not reach his knees, with his back to Yan Chu, looking expressionlessly at the icy and snowy land in front of him, he moved his fist a little Hold tight.

How could he not notice, he is not stupid.

From the moment when Yufeng Pavilion's accident happened, Yin Chenglan knew the choice he made. The ten-year blood feud was like the air that followed him like a shadow, following his chest rising and falling, constantly lingering and filling his blood and bones. Can see the crippled legs and betrayed hatred, his dreams are full of ferocity and suspicion, his life has no more meaning than revenge, even if he stands in the fairyland of the world where there is no dispute with the world, pretending to be Still a dark suspicion.

Hatred is the only connection between Yin Chenglan and this world. Now he is cutting this thread bit by bit. When the thread is broken, he can leave this world without any worries.

Yin Chenglan didn't want to live long ago, Lingjiang knew it.

The corners of his lips were drawn into a sharp line, his face was pale, his lips were colorless, only his eyes were as deep as the night, he curled his lips coldly, and said: "He doesn't look for me, he doesn't understand me, he wants to understand If you want to die, you must first ask me whether I agree or not."

Yan Chu glanced at him unexpectedly: "I also hope that he is alive."

Otherwise, wouldn't all the six kinds of natural treasures before be fed to dogs, and said: "If his poison doesn't take hold, he can last for another six months. If you really have the ability to find the remaining two tastes, Yin Chenglan just wants to die. Even a miracle doctor can save him."

Lingjiang hummed lightly, Yan Chu got out of the carriage, picked up the whip, and said, "Let's go, we'll wait for you to bring him back in a nearby village."

He curled his lips maliciously: "If he doesn't come back, I'll tie him up. If it doesn't work, I'll use force. I still have medicine here, do you want it?"

Ling Jiang gave him a contemptuous look, walked into the snow field against the strong wind, turned around and returned to the side of the carriage, solemnly stretched out his hand, and said, "Give it to me."

It's better to bring some medicine, in case Yin Chenglan resists as fiercely as Huang Hua's best friend.

Lingjiang flew for seven days and seven nights without much rest, and finally returned to Wanhai Peak just in time for the first snowfall in the Central Plains.

The fire has stopped, but the mountains and plains are scorched and dilapidated. Only a few crumbling pillars of the once exquisite pavilions remain, and their stiff bodies barely stand upright, creaking and moaning in the mountain wind, and they may be buried in the sea at any time. possible.

Lingjiang fell into a piece of scorched earth, which used to be Yin Chenglan's study, and his mud bird's nest was crushed under a few pieces of rotten bricks and tiles, and it was already broken.

Ling Jiang thought for a while, pecked at a piece of mud and put it away, then no longer missed it, spread his wings and glided out.

I don't know if it was because of a battle, this year's coast is particularly desolate and chilling, and there are occasionally a few small boats floating on the shallows on weekdays, but now they are completely invisible.

Lingjiang hovered in the sky, and noticed the military camp stationed outside Linbin City with sharp eyes.

The four battalions hang the imperial flags, which are the troops sent by the emperor to encircle Yufeng Pavilion. Before he came, he had inquired along the way. Half a month ago, a big fire burned the Wanhai Peak, and the Yufeng Pavilion was completely burned down. , the imperial army captured the top of the mountain, and finally forced everyone in the Yufeng Pavilion to death on the top of the peak. Yin Chenglan, the owner of the Yufeng Pavilion, was seriously injured and disappeared, and his whereabouts are unknown. .

Against the imperial court, Yin Chenglan paid a tragic end.

Lingjiang fell silently on the treetops outside the camp. After a simple analysis of the information he collected, he couldn't figure out why Yin Chenglan planned this fight.As long as you don't have a brain, you can know that breaking the boat is not so broken.

He silently watched the soldiers walking back and forth in the camp, and suddenly a familiar figure appeared in the tent, Lingjiang Huang Xing's big head quickly reacted, jumped up from the branch, and intercepted that figure.

That figure had an unfamiliar face, but Ling Jiang rushed in front of him without hesitation.

The man's eyes blurred, and he felt a killing intent rushing towards him. He hurriedly took a wrong step aside, and the sword at his waist was suddenly unsheathed and swung out.

Lingjiang dodged the sword aura, stepped on the thin blade with one claw, and spread his small wings like an eagle, with a gallant manner.

The man looked at the little yellow hair in a mess in the wind, speechless, so he shook his sword and shook the little yellow hair away.

After a while, Ling Jiang sat in the coach's tent.

The man came in and tore off the human skin mask on his face: "How did you recognize me?"

Lingjiang said expressionlessly: "Ass."

It's too rough to walk.

Touching his buttocks repeatedly, his cheeks were flushed, and his face was full of shame and indignation: "Are you always watching my ass when you have nothing to do?"

After a pause, he shouted again: "Does the Nineteenth Lord know about this?!"

Lingjiang: "..."

Oh, you win this time.