Grandpa is such a bird

In order to save face, Ling Jiang said again: "I saw it when I was nineteen."

Double-click the song: "..."

He didn't know whether he should be thankful that his butt was not coveted, or sad that his butt was not appreciated.

In the end, he had no choice but to sympathize with Yin Chenglan, who was already in a wheelchair and had to be sized up by the bird.

"Where are the others?"

Lian Song's eyes flickered, seeing Ling Jiang transformed into a man, he stretched out his hand to hook him around the neck, took him to the side of the low marching table in the tent, took the jug and poured him a glass of wine, and said with a smile: "No Drink it, this is the Hu Qiang wine brought back from the frontier by the Four Great Battalions, you have tasted it and it’s not enough.”

Ling Jiang raised his head and did it, holding the wine glass in his hand, and asked, "Where is Nineteen?"

Lian pressed his own wine and filled Lingjiang again: "You need to drink two glasses of this wine to taste the taste, come on, have another glass."

Ling Jiang didn't even frown, and then he drank it in one gulp, looking at him expressionlessly.

Lian Pressing Song felt guilty, regretting that he only said two glasses, so he picked up the flagon and poured it into his glass again, laughing and saying: "I haven't tasted it, come on, drink two more glasses and you will taste it. "

As he spoke, he was about to refill it. Just as the slender porcelain neck of the jug touched the wine glass, he heard a "呲哩". The wine glass in Ling Jiang's hand climbed up many cracks like spider webs. Before pressing the song, he let go of his fingers little by little, and the torn pieces clattered and fell all over the table.

He pressed the song without any doubt, if he fell down again, this would be his end.

Ling Jiang stared at him calmly, and said word by word: "Where is Yin Chenglan?"

Lian released the flagon according to the song, put away his hippie smiling face, put his saber on the table, tapped the silver blade lightly with his slender fingers, there was no trace of fear on his face, and there was a faint expression in his expression Jin Ge and Tie Ma's awe-inspiring and reckless, said lightly: "I have important matters to deal with, so I'm not here, and my whereabouts are confidential, so I can't tell you."

Ling Jiang looked at him, and Lian Song had a peculiar temperament. When he was making jokes and making jokes, he always felt that he was kind, kind, easy to get along with and easy to bully. Every few words could blow him up, making him jump and scold, laughing and crying.However, at other times, he inadvertently reveals the deep introversion, solemnity and fearlessness, which makes Lingjiang admire, as if he can transform himself anytime and anywhere, and become the general who I used to stand still before thousands of troops, Ren Er with swords, spears and swords , but also swear to stay before Yin Chenglan.

It was Yin Chenglan's great fortune to have this subordinate. Lingjiang thought that this kind of person would force him to death, and it would be impossible to find out the whereabouts of his master. This is a good thing for Yin Chenglan, but he chased his wife thousands of miles away He didn't come here to stare at this loyal subordinate.

As a result, his thoughts changed all of a sudden, Lingjiang deserved to have a seven-aperture exquisite heart, and he thought of a way in an instant.

He just sat there without blinking his eyes, but the atmosphere in the tent suddenly changed, from a tense confrontation to another inexplicable feeling, and then, before he even pressed the song, he tasted this feeling in surprise. What is it like, seeing this menacing Brother Bird's eyes turn red.

It's not the kind of bloody eyes, nor is it the redness of a girl's family that is full of pink tears, but the redness is restrained and introverted, as if there are thousands of grievances and sorrows contained in it, but he just doesn't say it, holding on to his unstable skin , Let the heart be fragmented.

Lian Song's eyes widened, and he thought: "My mother, what's going on?"

Ling Jiang pursed his lips tightly, as if he couldn't hold it anymore, he closed his eyes unwillingly, nodded, and when he spoke, his voice became hoarse: "Okay, it's good that you also hide it from me for him."

Staggeringly stood up, took a deep breath, and said slowly: "I didn't expect it to end like this. I haven't given up yet, but he let go first. Yin Shijiu, that's what you did to me."

As he said that, he walked out of the tent in a daze.

Lian Presse looked at his heartbroken back in astonishment, and quickly went over the few words just now, and immediately played out a scene of "en love love love but because of some misunderstanding, the lovers have a deep sadomasochistic love" , my heart skipped a beat, I hadn't decided what to say, but my body was already a step ahead, and I walked up to Lingjiang and grabbed his arm.

Ling Jiang turned his head, only a gloomy look remained in his eyes.

"What's wrong with you, you and Grandpa?" Lian Presse said bravely.

Ling Jiang said: "Don't you know, what else can I say?"

He paused, frowned, as if he was enduring the pain of a needle in his heart, "He has already made up his mind to die, isn't it ridiculous that I just came back from northern Xinjiang, and I really thought he was willing to go with me to find the last Two flavors of heavenly materials and different treasures."

Lian Presse stayed by Yin Chenglan's side for a long time. Although he was not as transparent as Lingjiang, he finally knew a little bit. Besides, the Nineteenth Master once said that he was looking for the antidote just to prevent himself from dying before the emperor. And after revenge, it doesn't matter whether his poison can be cured in the end.

For more than ten years, although Lian Presse did not have Yin Chenglan's obsession, he was still focused on revenge. He never thought about the days after revenge. He heard a few words from Lingjiang, and suddenly he understood why thing.

——Could it be that the nineteenth master felt that the last two medicines could not be found, so he gave up the treatment, fearing that the little lover... the bird would be sad, so he found an excuse to abandon him, concentrate on revenge, and then wait for death?

He was trembling all over, and looking at Lingjiang's lonely expression, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible, the nineteenth master had lived half his life for hatred, which was pitiful enough, but if he wanted to die for hatred, wouldn't this life be in vain.

He was holding Lingjiang. Although this little bird is always very bad, but now it looks really sad, and he really admires Nine Lord.

Pressing the song hesitantly, thinking of Yin Chenglan's "I love you, I want you but I won't tell you", I am not sure if I should stick to myself and not tell his master's whereabouts, watching the lovers parting. , or should add fuel to the flames, follow the nineteenth master's pissing nature, be the one in the middle, and send the little yellow bird to Yin Chenglan, who 'says not to love you in his heart and die'.

Seeing his hesitation, Ling Jiang knew that this method would be effective, and that it was only a short time away, so with mist in his eyes, he said hoarsely: "Go and ask him, since you have already planned to give up, why bother?" Come to provoke me. Although Ling Jiang is not a loyal person, I hope that I will never regret it from the beginning to the end. When this happens, I can only take a step first and wait for him in Huangquan."

After speaking, he shook off his hand and walked out of the tent.

Lian Presse was startled, rushed out quickly, dragged Lingjiang back, swung down the curtain, and said with lingering fear: "You, if you want to ask, you can ask yourself, I won't go. "

Ling Jiang looked at him silently.

Lian Pressing the song gritted his teeth and sighed: "I only said this because of the unusual relationship between you and your master. Remember, don't reveal the traces of your master, otherwise, all the plans we have made for more than ten years will be ruined." In vain."

Ling Jiang said: "I would rather die than harm him."

He nodded repeatedly according to the song, listened to it, and said the name of a place.

Before leaving, Lian pressed the song and looked at the little yellow hair flying into the sky, his whole body was shining with loving light: "You have to persuade Master, you can let go of anything, except detoxification."

The little yellow bird patted him on the shoulder and said seriously: "Okay, I will tell my wife."

After speaking, he flapped his wings and disappeared into the night sky.

The sea breeze blows the distant sea surface, and the bloody and brutality a few days ago is quickly taken away by the endless sea, just like the long river of history rolling away, no matter how amazing and brilliant people are, they are just a flash in the pan. It is as fleeting as a fleeting moment, even if I have been heartbroken and weeping, I hope that one day I will be able to spend a full moon.

Pressing the song repeatedly rubbing his chin, he said meaningfully: "Madam..."

According to the address mentioned by the song, three days later, Lingjiang landed in a temple with green mountains and green waters in Lizhou. At this time, it has been snowing every now and then, but the mountains are green and hazy, and the mountains are full of plants. The green pines and cypresses and the white snow complement each other, forming a fresh scene that is free from the ink colors of the mountains and rivers.

And that temple is hidden among the green pines and white snow. Looking from a distance, it seems that there is only a touch of red tile and cornice roof left in the world, looking at the world implicitly and gently.

Little snow fluttered one after another.

Lingjiang landed quietly on the big bronze bell in the ancient temple, standing on the top of the bell with one paw, holding a pine needle with the other paw and lifting it to his head, combing his hair in a chic posture.

Really pay attention to appearance.

"Let me come, the road is slippery, Master, go and rest," someone suddenly stepped out of the Buddhist hall with a broom in his hand, and an old monk came out with the speaker.

The old monk had kind eyebrows and kind eyes, with a white beard under his lips. He put his palms together and recited a Buddhist mantra: "Kongchen, you have a very high level of understanding. As a teacher, I shouldn't talk too much, but I know that you have a fateful relationship with the world. , can't really give up, if one day you are in a position you can't live in, and you do things you can't do, and you remember that 'people have no good or evil, good and evil exist in your heart', your nature is clean, and some things don't matter. "

That man was a very young young monk, about fourteen or fifteen years old, with a hoarse voice between mature and green, he bowed respectfully to the old monk: "I remember it."

The old monk said: "Go." He turned and walked into the main hall of the Buddhist hall.

The man walked towards the courtyard, Ling Jiang was taken aback when he saw his face clearly.

This boy's face was so familiar, he seemed to have seen it before.

Standing on the top of the bronze bell, Ling Jiang looked at the snow-sweeping boy carefully, and felt that he had never seen this person before. His memory was not bad, even very good. Besides, this boy had a special temperament, so he just passed by. , Lingjiang should also remember it, so he should have met someone who looks like him.

Ling Jiang lowered his eyes to think, and the other paw slowly combed the dull hair on his head. Suddenly, a touch of silver flashed in the corner of his eyes, which was his ankle ring. Ling Jiang was startled, raised his head in shock, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

He remembered that it was nineteen.