【Xue Xiao】Desolate City Crossing

After a few vertical leaps, Xue Yang's black back quickly melted into the night deep in the forest. The wind around Xiao Xingchen gradually stopped, and the sleeping tent fell from the tree trunk to the ground. But he couldn't settle down.

He rebuilt the fire that had been disturbed by the wind, picked up the soft branches supporting the sleeping tent and stuck them back to the ground, condensed a small wind at his fingertips, and blew the white cloth of the sleeping tent back to the original place.

My mind was in a mess, and I didn't even think about how Brother Chen could sleep so soundly, and he didn't even turn over.He set up the sleeping tent and sat next to the fire again, gently stroking the white gauze between his wrists.Left and right couldn't fall asleep, so they took out another book to read, their eyes glanced over the words but couldn't take them into their hearts, they looked at the night sky again and again, counting the time, and occasionally saw one or two gray shadows of wraiths, looking towards Floating in the direction where Xue Yang's back disappeared.

An hour later, Xue Yang did not come back.

Presumably it must be the same as before, exhausted after the backlash, collapsed on the spot, and fell asleep in a coma in the wilderness.

Xiao Xingchen thought for a while, lit a stick of incense with the help of the fire, closed his eyes slightly, and silently recited the incantation:

"The old dream is three thousand miles away, and the dust is gone to find the way back. My whole life is an illusion, and the bright moon sends the soul back."

He stretched out his index finger to draw in the void, a blue spiritual flow overflowed from his slender and clean fingertips, and wrote two words in mid-air: Xue Yang.

In a few breaths, the blue light in the darkness became more and more bright, twisted and deformed, and slowly fell to the ground, outlining a human silhouette on the ground. After the light faded completely, a ghost with a broken arm shrank and fell asleep in the place where the blue light disappeared.

When the sun rose in the east, Xue Yang woke up and found himself in the sleeping tent. Everything around him was as peaceful as before falling asleep last night. The white sleeping tent, Chen Xibao whose face was covered by the cloak, and the vacant space on the other side.It seemed that no one had slept in the empty seat, but when you touched it with your hand, you could feel the residual warmth of that person, and even the lips and the top of the head seemed to still have the real touch of that person.

Xue Yang raised the corners of his mouth contentedly, engraving this heart-rending night in his heart.

"Ah—I slept so well." Chen Xibao yawned and sat up, and greeted the white-clothed fairy who happened to open the sleeping tent to wake them up, "Xiao Xingchen's long morning, huh? Why is the fairy's lip broken?" ?”

Xiao Xingchen blushed when he heard the sound, and hurriedly exited the sleeping tent without saying anything. Xue Yang picked up the cloak covering his body and threw it at Chen Xibao.

"The sky is dry, the lips are cracked, don't ask!"

Chen Xibao, who was trying to cover up everything, was quick to see through it. The evasive look in the eyes of the fairy elder was in stark contrast to Xue Yang's complacent look on his face. Chen Xibao understood: Xue Yang, a disciple, must have been there last night. Indecent Xiao Xingchen has grown up!

He was only angry for Xiao Xingchen, not surprised.Since traveling together, the ghost looked at Immortal Elder Xiao Xingchen with hot and domineering eyes, and it was obvious that Elder Xiao Xingchen had evil plans.

Chen Xibao was filled with righteous indignation: Immortal Xiao Xingchen has a pure heart, asceticism and integrity, how could he break the precepts casually?It was definitely the sneak attack by the little hooligan!If you like it, you like it, but if you sneak attack or force it, it is always wrong!But why did I sleep so dead last night without noticing it?

On the way down the mountain, Xue Yang did not walk with them, but leaped up and down the treetops without seeing the figure, and occasionally heard the swaying of the branches and leaves, caught a glimpse of a corner of black clothes in the shadow of the tree, or dropped an ugly monster not far away Only then did he realize that he was following not far away.

"Immortal Elder!" Chen Xibao held Xiao Xingchen back and asked in a low voice, "Do you know a kind of fruit, purple-black, very sweet..."

Before he finished speaking, the ghost walking among the branches and leaves jumped down from the tree, squeezed between the two of them to interrupt his questioning, and stretched out his hand to show what he was holding: "Master Taoist, what do you think this is?"

Chen Xibao staggered a step due to being squeezed by him, but his eyes were attracted to him.On Xue Yang's hands lay three fresh plants that had just been pulled out of the soil, with bright red leaves and golden rhizomes, they were extraordinary at first glance.

"Dragon Beard Ginseng?" Xiao Xingchen picked up a plant and smelled it, "Is it really Dragon Beard Ginseng? This medicinal herb is hard to find anywhere in the world. Did you find it in this Unexpected Mountain?"

"Yes, I found it when I was wandering around yesterday." Xue Yang turned to Chen Xibao and said, "Give it to Brother Chen, this is really hard to find, if you take it out and sell a plant, you can turn yourself into a rich man!"

"Oh--"

Chen Xibao understood, there was indeed something wrong with the fruit yesterday, Xiaoyou Xue wanted to gag him.He took those three plants and looked at them again and again, thinking that since Elder Xiao Xingchen said that these things were rare, it must be true.

"Xue Xiaoyou gave it as a gift, then I will not be polite." He wrapped the three ginseng plants in cloth and put them away carefully, and suddenly felt that Xue Yang was no longer a little hooligan, but with deep affection, and he couldn't help it.The immortal leader is so powerful, if he really hates someone, it is impossible for him to get close to him, so there is no need for him to worry in vain.

He took a peek at the face of the fairy in white again, and found that he was not sullen in the face of Xue Yang, but when his eyes swept over the wound on the fairy's thin lips, the fairy would pretend to calmly turn his head and look away, Little do they know that the pink earlobes and neck have betrayed themselves.

Xiao Xingchen said: "Brother Chen, what did you want to ask? What kind of fruit? Can you describe it in detail?"

"Ah? I asked casually, I forgot, it's not important, hahaha." Chen Xibao winked at Xue Yang.

The few people walked to the foot of the mountain, and Chen Xibao said goodbye and thanks on the way down the mountain, before leaving, he patted the dust off his body, and bowed solemnly to say goodbye: "Let's send it here, the elder, and you can walk the rest of the way by yourself. "

"Okay, there shouldn't be any danger ahead. Brother Chen should be able to get home in two or three days along the road. Take care along the way."

"Take care, Elder Immortal, take care, Xiaoyou Xue, we will meet again in the future, I hope that the villains of the Duoshe organization have been wiped out, and I will treat you two well!"

After saying goodbye, Chen Xibao took two steps, but turned around as if remembering something.

Seeing that he hesitated to speak, Xiao Xingchen tried to persuade him, "Brother Chen has something to say, it's okay to speak up."

Chen Xibao said: "Then I'll just say it straight. Although I look like I'm in my 20s, I was actually 35 before I was killed by the robbers. I'm older than both of you, so I want to ask you a few words. Xiao Xingchen is a pure, kind and generous person, which is a good thing, but in the world there are people who have sinister hearts, and it is impossible to guard against it. When something happens to the fairy, you can listen to the opinions of this little friend Xue and discuss it. Although he is naughty, he is right. The fairy chief is very important, and people are cunning, ordinary people can fool the fairy chief, but they may not be able to fool him."

Xue Yang was complacent: "Did the Taoist hear that? The world is dangerous, you must never leave me."

Xiao Xingchen knew that he was not deeply involved in the world, and that he was not as good as Xue Yang in certain aspects, so he lowered his head and smiled embarrassedly: "Thank you brother Chen for speaking out, I will keep it in mind."

Chen Xibao rolled his eyes, and approached again: "Actually, besides being wary of others, the Immortal Elder also needs to be wary of this little friend Xue."

Xiao Xingchen's handsome facial features are full of confusion, he doesn't know why Chen Xibao's words are contradictory.It was Xue Yang who understood first, frowned his thick eyebrows, and pretended to be fierce: "Not yet—" The remaining rude word twirled around on the tip of his tongue, and replaced it with a slightly euphemistic word, "—Go! Go not fast! Don't want to see your wife and children?"

"Xiao Xingchen Immortal, you should pay more attention to your diet!" Chen Xibao laughed and left the last sentence, and ran away before Xue Yang hit him.

Xue Yang said: "You say that he is older than us, I don't think this guy is serious at all, even if he is old, he is not serious."

"When you were trapped in the illusion, Brother Chen gave a helping hand, carried you, and took care of you." Xiao Xingchen said, "At least you still remember his kindness and know how to give him something."

"I'm not thinking of him, it's just a matter of convenience." Xue Yang turned around and stretched out his hand again as if offering a treasure, "Daoist, look, I left this for you, didn't you spend a lot of money to help me nourish my soul?" Spiritual power? It’s just to make up for it.”

In his hand was another large handful of Longxu ginseng, each of which was thicker than the ones given to Chen Xibao.

Xiao Xingchen couldn't help laughing, just now he wondered how Xue Yang could be so generous all of a sudden, and gave all such precious things to Chen Xibao, it turned out that there were still some in stock.

Holding a plant of Longxu ginseng, he thought about it: "In the future, the mountains will be high and the road will be far away. I don't know what changes will happen. Let's save this elixir first. Let's see if there are any other Ganoderma lucidum in this unforeseen mountain. A little, in case of a contingency in the future.”

"No, you have to consume at least three ginseng plants, and save the rest."

"Okay, let's take three plants to make soup tonight." Xiao Xingchen heard the firm concern in the young man's voice, his heart warmed up, and there was a trace of sadness in his brows, "It's a pity that you are a ghost, so you can't absorb these things." Elixir, I am different from you, I can't give you a lot of spiritual power at once, otherwise you won't always be so weak, and you will be unconscious for a while after the daily backlash."

Xue Yang himself didn't care about this: "With the care of the Taoist priest, I am not afraid of being weak at all." He paused, and then said: "It is better to be weak, I am in pain, and the Taoist priest can care about me more."

"Nonsense, there is no one who doesn't love himself for the sake of others."

"No nonsense, I am willing to get hurt because of the care of the Taoist priest."

"You just don't get hurt..." Xiao Xingchen stopped halfway through his speech.

"You care about me even if you don't get hurt?" Xue Yang turned his head and smiled to complete the words, "Don't just say half of the words every time, Daoist Priest."

Xiao Xingchen looked at the lifelike ghost in front of him, and his heart beat a few times quietly.Although they didn't promise Xue Yang anything last night, they always felt that after this night, their relationship was clearly extraordinary and they got closer, as if certain things were taken for granted and self-evident.

Supporting each other, not wanting to be separated, and having skin-to-skin relationship... What is the difference between this kind of relationship and the Taoist relationship between Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian?

"Master, where are we going next?"

"Cough..." Xiao Xingchen coughed and recalled his thoughts, "Going to the northwest, Qinghe Nie, Mr. Wei and the others are already on their way to their first destination, we have to hurry up."

He took out a map and spread it out on the ground, "Under Nie's rule, there are four strongholds of house-robbing gangs. I don't know which one is better for us to go first."

Xue Yang said, "Did Wei Wuxian and the others confiscate a ledger later?"

"Yes, but the account book was seized by Mr. Wei and the others when we returned to the secret room after we left Lanling, so I haven't read it."

"Where's the animal skin for the subpoena? Ask Wei Wuxian to make a copy of the account book."

Xiao Xingchen also took out the animal skin that Wei Wuxian had given him, spread it on a piece of paper, took a brush and used water as ink, and communicated the need, and then spent an hour copying the ledger.

The sun in early winter was not dazzling, but it was warmer and more comfortable under the sun. Xiao Xingchen and Xue Yang sat on the ground together in the green mountains and forests under the warm winter sun, fiddling with pen and ink.The handwriting on the animal skin is sometimes upright and elegant, and sometimes flamboyant. At first glance, it seems that Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji have different handwritings. The two handwritings are occasionally interspersed and mixed in a line of words. Seriously copying it, Xue Yang looked at the two mixed handwriting with distaste and clicked his tongue, wondering how tired of those two people being together.

The account book recorded the money exchange between a dozen strongholds of the seizing gang, large and small, and Lanling's lair within five years. Xue Yang repeatedly reversed the order of the pages copied by Xiao Xingchen, sorted and compared them according to different rules, and Xiao Xingchen copied them. After finishing the entire account book, ask him: "Should I go to the stronghold with the most money first?"

The dementing incense in other strongholds are all purchased from Lanling's lair, so the stronghold that has handed in the most money in previous years must also be the one that consumes the most and harms the most people.

Unexpectedly, Xue Yang shook his head and said, "No, you should go to the base with the least amount of money."

Xiao Xingchen was puzzled: "Why?"

Xue Yang rubbed his chin and said, "The money handed over by these strongholds seems to be uneven and irregular every year, ranging from hundreds of thousands of gold to tens of millions of gold, but if you change the order of arrangement, you will find the rules." He said Divided the papers under his hand into three stacks, "Look, Daoist, this stack is the stronghold on the territory of the Lanling Jin Sect, this stack is the Qinghe Nie Sect, and this stack is the Yunmeng Jiang Sect. Flip it over like this, Can you find anything special?"

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