[Sword Three] [Huayang] Continues

If you go out of the Mijin Ferry, if you go downstream, you will be able to open up after passing the Sanjiang Estuary, and then go straight to Qutang Gorge. It is a pity that the reason why the Mijin Ferry is called the Mijin Ferry is that most of the ships will get lost here.

Losing the boatman, the boat carried the two of them around the river.After a while, the river became foggy, and the cliffs along the river gradually became hazy. The boat drifted along the water for a while, and plunged into the dense fog.

Clouds and mist surrounded the sun, and the darkness was not like the day.

Jiang Yuhan hugged the sleepy Mu Chenfeng and still sat still in the cabin, not caring where the boat would go, but uncharacteristically closed his eyes and listened carefully, including Mu Chenfeng's somewhat disordered breathing, I heard it very clearly.

I don't know how long it took, a few flute sounds came from the shore, and there seemed to be people moving behind the thick fog. At first, they whimpered, and then a mournful howl echoed in the fog in the mountains, which made people's hair stand on end.

"No wonder you want to say Liqiu." Jiang Yuhan frowned slightly displeased, glanced at the "figure" that was almost indistinguishable behind the mist, and sighed worriedly, "The demon king, the Queen of Autumn, actually herded the corpse here. gone."

The Wicked Man Valley and the Haoqi League have been fighting for so long, and the two sides refuse to give in to each other, but if it is said that the one who can change the color of the conversation between the two sides, it is none other than a strange extreme demon.Not to mention the unknown name and uncertain whereabouts of this Demon Lord, just because he loves to make corpses and poison people and takes pleasure in this is enough to make people startled, not to mention that he herders corpses for three days after the autumnal equinox and does not keep alive. rumors of things.

The warning is ahead, the comer is unkind, and the rumor is that if you sit down in this misty fog, the danger is close at hand.

Jiang Yuhan was safe staying on the boat for the time being, but it was not an option to go on like this. He thought for a while, then lowered his head to Mu Chenfeng and said, "Chenfeng, we have guests, wake up? Daoist Mu?"

Mu Chenfeng was already in an extremely restless sleep, he seemed to be disturbed when he asked this question, he turned his face away in annoyance, and reached out to brush his hanging long hair, with the obvious boredom between his brows.

Seeing his childish reaction when he fell asleep, Jiang Yuhan laughed to himself. After laughing for a while, he raised his face and counted softly. Every time he counted, his fingertips tapped. When he counted to thirteen, he suddenly heard a sound. The sound of the water made the pitch of the flute a little higher.

Jiang Yuhan couldn't sit still anymore, put down Mu Chenfeng and went to the side of the boat, stepped over the boatman's shell, and looked at the visitor in the mist.After standing for a long time, he heard that the sound of the water did not return, so he relaxed a little, and said loudly towards the shore:

"I'm passing by here and won't go ashore, can you make it easier for us to go there?"

After he finished asking, there was only silence.

After a while, there was a sharp and crisp voice that came from afar: "... who are you? You're still awake?"

Jiang Yuhan paused, looked down at his black girdle, and smiled again: "I bring exorcism herbs with me, so your poisonous mist must not be effective for me."

"Huh." The other party snorted softly, and ignored him, but the flute sound was gentle, reminding him repeatedly as if calling his name.

The boat swayed violently, Jiang Yuhan's smile stopped, he took out the pen with the fork in his waist, and slashed fiercely towards the leaning part of the boat.

Sure enough, something was touched by the brush, and after being swung away, it fell into the river one after another, and the ship's tilted body also calmed down just now, bumping non-stop in the misty river waves.

Counting the sound of falling into the water, Jiang Yuhan frowned and murmured, "Ten left...tsk...it's still thirteen."

No matter what comes here, whether it is a corpse or a poisonous person, it is not a living thing. If it is not a living thing, it must not be afraid of life and death, so it is not afraid of water and fire. With Wanhua, who lost the opponent, sitting in command, it will only be a matter of time before this ship is captured.

Hearing the sound of climbing up again, Jiang Yuhan laughed at himself for a moment while clutching the split brush, figured out the direction and shot again, then turned to the other side of the cabin, beheading several "people" one after another.

It's a pity that the walking corpse didn't feel it, and touched the boat again without fear, Jiang Yuhan had to use Shang Tayun's light work to look around.

He moved a few times, but the sound of the flute on the shore stopped, and the command to climb the boat remained. The other party seemed to be enjoying a game with great interest, just waiting for him to be exhausted and torn to pieces by the crowd.

The ship carried the corpses on the deck, and was swayed by the poisonous men in the dense fog, disturbing one person's light sleep and deep dreams.

"Master, master... this apprentice is wrong, can you let me out? Woo..." The young Chunyang stretched out his hand and patted on the wooden door with all his strength. There were small scars on his palms and fingers, and his skin was gray from the cold. There were several cracks on the side of the small Taoist robe.

Xiao Chunyang cried for a long time with a hoarse voice, tears were chaotic, exhausted and no one responded, and finally leaned against the door sobbing in despair.

Half asleep and half awake, someone stepped on the snow, coughed lightly, and put something on the window sill.

"Junior Brother, don't bark at the door. Master has ordered that you cannot be let out for the time being."

"What did you say to him? Master was punished because of him, he deserved it."

"Hey, this child is not yet ten years old, he has committed crimes."

"Come on, who is not born with suffering."

"Forget it, the seal of this house is enough for him to settle down."

The people who came seemed to be seniors, and they left with a few words of dry food.

This hut stands amidst the snow in the woods, and there is wind leaking from the front and back of the house. Xiao Chunyang struggled to get up, and what he saw through the crack of the door was a vast expanse of white snow with few people in sight, and the few embers behind the door had already cooled through.

The vision in the dream is no clearer than the mist of reality, but everything is cold, piercing to the bone and tearing people's heart.

What he knew and felt overlapped, Mu Chenfeng became more and more uncomfortable sleeping in the cabin, but he frowned and curled up into a ball, but he couldn't wake up no matter what.

"Ouch? Little Taoist priest, why are you here?" Chuji after the snow, the lock that had not fallen by accident was pushed open, and a head poked out from the door, shaking with the shoulder-length braid and the bright red pendant under the earlobe, "Why are there yellow symbols posted on the outside of your wooden house?"

"You... who are you?" Xiao Chunyang suddenly raised his face from his knees, touched the clear and curious eyes of blue waves outside the door, and shrank unconsciously.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, let's have a chat?" The boy who was about the same age as him leaned halfway in, revealing his black clothes. Seeing his frightened look, he simply pushed the door open and walked in, imitating his appearance and sitting down. Looking at him with a bright smile, "I'm from the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, and I'm with my brother, you?"

Xiao Chunyang shook his head and didn't say a word.

Xiao Wanhua kept talking on her own, from the world to Taoyuan, talking about what she had and what she didn't, and finally made an agreement with him to come back the next day.

"Little Taoist priest, here I come again. Why is your master still locking you here?" The next day, Xiao Wanhua poked his head in again, "It's a pity that I can't run around casually, and I can't bring you anything."

"Little Taoist priest, my senior brother and my master are very busy, so I will behave myself, but if you make a mistake, I will tell you about it?"

"Hey, little Taoist priest, do you know how to use a sword? Let me tell you, our brothers in Ten Thousand Flowers Valley all use brushes. I also want to use brushes one day."

Xiao Wanhua appeared frequently, day after day, with a smiling face, chatting endlessly to Xiao Chunyang, who was as silent as a stone sculpture, and took no trouble.

More than ten days later, he came but didn't enter the door, but stood outside scratching his head: "Little Taoist priest, I can't stay until the evening today... I have to go, if summer comes again, I'll bring you walnut cakes, okay?" good?"

"You..." Xiao Chunyang raised his face and said for the first time, "What's your name?"

"Ah, so you can talk?" Little Wanhua was surprised and approached, "Then what's your name?"

"I..." Xiao Chunyang hesitated, and stopped talking.

"Well, tell me your name, and I'll tell you a secret, okay?" Xiao Wanhua blinked mysteriously.

"Mu...Mu Chenfeng." After Xiao Chunyang finished speaking, she lowered her head again.

Xiao Wanhua smiled, leaned close to him and whispered to him.

"Junior Brother, Master is calling you." A call came from a distance, "We should go, or you stay here?"

Xiao Wanhua jumped up, turned around and ran, without even having time to say hello: "Brother, wait for me! I'm coming!"

"You..." Xiao Chunyang stretched out his hand, wanting to ask his name again, but he didn't even touch the hem of his clothes, and saw him running towards the much taller Wanhua man from a distance.

"Jiang Yuhan, run slower, be careful and fall again." Senior Brother Wan Hua instructed gently.

"Know it."

"You have been running here for the past few days, what are you doing?"

"Hey, brother, let me tell you that there is a little Chunyang locked up by his master. I don't know why. Shall we go to the Tai Chi Hall to ask?"

"Have you forgotten the master's instructions? Don't worry about other things."

"Oh, I see. Senior brother, why don't you bring me here again in summer? I'll bring him walnut cakes."

"……it is good."

Xiao Wanhua took her senior brother's hand and never looked back.

The roof tiles inside and outside the palace were overhauled the next day, the door was locked again, a ray of sunlight was wiped out, and it was a dark time again.

Until the end of summer, Xiao Chunyang was still trapped here, alone, and only thought that the smiling face of the spring day was just a short-lived epiphyllum in the deep snow.

"……Is anyone here?"

It was heavy rain that day, the wooden door rang a few times and was pushed open a crack. Accompanied by rumbling thunder, someone reached in, stuffed a paper bag inside, and said, "Walnut cake."

Xiao Chunyang woke up from the darkness, rubbed his eyes and was still hazy, caught the paper package by the dim light from the sky, and accidentally touched the cold hand mixed with rain.

"Jiang... Yuhan." Xiao Chunyang recited his name and instinctively cupped it with both hands.

Although there was little warmth, he was not stingy, and Xiao Wanhua outside the door smiled and shook hands with him tightly: "Yes."

"Wait for me to go out...Thank you very much." Xiao Chunyang didn't talk to anyone for a long time, and he stumbled when he spoke the whole sentence.

"No need." Xiao Wanhua seemed to shake her head, her sleeves swayed, and she shook his hand again, "I'm leaving, goodbye."

When the thunder hit the ground, Xiao Chunyang's hand was empty, only the rain-stained oil paper bag was left, exuding a faint and attractive fragrance of pastries.

A dream can't last spring and summer, and a dream can't last as long as the years go on, and the sky clears and the sun fades away.

Mu Chenfeng slept a little and settled down a bit, but his vision suddenly became fragmented and changed.

"Mu Chenfeng, Master told you, you can go out now."

"Mu Chenfeng, you have good talent and high spiritual sense, but you are prone to hostility. When you are disturbed by the power of yin and yang, you can easily lose your mind. If you are not in harmony with the sect of Lingxu, you will seal your spiritual sense. Go to the head of the sect and concentrate on practicing."

"Chenfeng, why don't you thank Lingxuzi soon?"

"Chen Feng, take this sword. It is enough to meditate in ordinary practice, but you have to be more calm. Otherwise, it is very easy to make a big mistake and hurt people close to you. Remember, remember."

"Oh, he's Mu Chenfeng, don't bother with him, he won't talk to you."

"Your master is gone, and you don't want to stay. With the letter of recommendation, you can go to Haoqi League."

"The way of heaven is immortal, and the noble energy will last forever. Our Haoqi League will naturally support morality. Daoist Mu is a master of martial arts, so there is no need to cover up, punish rape and eliminate evil."

"The Taoist priest has a predestined relationship with me, and we meet again here, why don't we form a predestined relationship?"

"'Zi Chen Sword'? That's what your useless master taught you? Is there anything else?"

Heavy fragments crushed him, Mu Chenfeng was sweating coldly, and his back ached.

"Why can't I come? Didn't you say it's free today? I brought you walnut cakes, do you want it?"

After being wrapped in raised oiled paper, Jiang Yuhan smiled brightly in the dark, Mu Chenfeng struggled a bit, finally opened his eyes with a muffled grunt, sat up panting, in a trance.

The cabin is still the same cabin, but the cabin has also diffused into the fog, and there is water mist everywhere.

Mu Chenfeng propped his forehead and looked around, even if it was a nightmare, it would not be so frightening. Apart from being frightened, it was exactly the same as in the memory, and the discomfort did not diminish before and after the dream.

He sat dizzy for a while, felt the ship's abnormal pitching, and immediately regained his consciousness, hurriedly fetched the nearby sword, picked up the hilt, and saw the dead body of the boatman lying in the mist on the deck.

Looking again, corpses who were all too familiar in southern Xinjiang came up one by one around the ship's side. Jiang Yuhan copied the small writing brush, brushed over the long-haired black robe, and ink crows, and dropped them one by one.

"Chen Feng, are you awake? Come and help me." Jiang Yuhan saw him coming out with a sullen face, and didn't even have the time to laugh.

Mu Chenfeng was slightly stunned, he came to his senses, hurried to his side, drew his sword with his backhand, unsheathed the cold light, looked at the attacks around him and frowned: "What's going on?"

"I don't know what's going on." Jiang Yuhan finally emptied himself, gave him a helpless look from a distance, turned the brush in his hand, and said annoyedly, "Even if my weapon is not powerful enough, learning skills is not too much." No, no matter how hard you poke it, you can't die."

"Understood." Mu Chenfeng thought for a while and came to a conclusion. With two fingers, he pinched Zhang Fu out of the Taoist robe, and said contemptuously, "These are mostly puppets."

The author has something to say: For Taoist priests who know they are dreaming but cannot wake up, it is a typical "ghost press"

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