[Sword Three] [Huayang] Continues

The raised dust covered the broken logs, even though the two retreated quickly, they were covered a lot.Mu Chenfeng coughed a few times and lowered his head, the pair of white boots with silver embroidered patterns had lost their original color, and the hem of his clothes was also full of gray.

Jiang Yan slapped his sleeves somewhat displeased, his phoenix eyes lowered and he looked along the gray mark, only to see a small metal ball stuck in the pile of debris, so dusty that he couldn't tell whether it was gold or not. silver.

Mu Chenfeng followed his gaze and saw the ball. He rarely saw Jiang Yan stunned by something, and he couldn't help but wonder, "What is that?"

"Sachet." Jiang Yan replied without thinking, put on his clothes and walked over, picked up a thin chain from the sawdust.

The metal ball was tied to the end of the chain. As soon as it was lifted, the plaster was shaken off, revealing a carved and hollow appearance. The originally smooth surface had already turned black, and there were small pieces of spice residue inside, which rustled due to the shaking of the chain. Rust fell out of the ball.

Jiang Yan's attention didn't seem to be on the metal sachet. Holding the thin chain, he only glanced at it, then reached out and brushed away the fragments of the wooden frame from the ruins, revealing a small sunken pit.

Mu Chenfeng was also stunned, it was obviously a sunken handle, but it was hidden under the original shelf and was inconspicuous, even if the shelf fell down now, it would probably be ignored if the sachet hadn't rolled over and got stuck.

"It's dry and ventilated here. I think it's probably a small cellar." Jiang Yan said, reaching in without thinking and bending his fingers, he pulled out a square wooden cover that seamlessly connected with the wood grain on the surface from the large expanse of dust.

The bottom is just a dark pit, not as big as a wine cellar, and the boxes and jars inside can be seen through the dark sky.Jiang Yan reached in and took out all the remaining items inside. After confirming that there was nothing buried, he put the wooden cover back, and stood in front of the solid-looking side table with the old items in his hands.

"Every incense making needs to be stored in a cellar. I didn't know where my junior brother's cellar was before. I didn't want it to be here." Wan Hua said in a flat tone, unable to hear sadness or joy, opened the bottles, sniffed them, and put them away. She frowned slightly, "Even if it is stored in the cellar, it will probably not be usable after such a long time. Fortunately, the medicinal powder is not easy to breed insects."

Mu Chenfeng didn't have much interest in those medicinal powders, he glanced at the broken or decayed container in his hand, and finally only noticed the chain wrapped around his fingers, the sachet at the end was hanging from his sleeve On the exposed wrist, the hollowed-out patterns are surprisingly beautiful against the complicated silver lines on the cuffs.

Jiang Yan inspected those old things one by one and discarded most of them. He was opening the last wooden box to check, when he turned his head and saw Mu Chenfeng staring at him enviously, then lowered his head, and immediately saw the sachet ball. Laughing: "This is a fashionable item in the palace before the war. If you like it, I will ask someone to go to Chang'an to make one for you tomorrow."

Mu Chenfeng's original intention was not so, what caught his eyes was the beauty at that glance, maybe he liked the person who brought the incense ball more, but when he looked up and saw Jiang Yan smiling, his brows and eyes were crooked, and his excuse suddenly became powerless : "It's good, you don't need to spend money."

"It's still rare for me to see what you like or praise. The pastry is the first, and the Langhao brush is the second. This is the third. If you don't get it, how can you make Taoist Master Mu happy?" Jiang Yan saw that he was a little hesitant, and immediately replaced him. He finalized it, fearing that he would refuse again, he smiled and added softly, "Chenfeng is usually too clean, it doesn't matter to embellish it, I am also happy to see it."

"You..." Hearing that he blocked the road, Mu Chenfeng simply sighed and didn't care about it, turned around and went to the side, but Jiang Yan made some jingle bells in the brocade box after walking two steps away Come.

He looked back, only to see that the contents of the box were carefully wrapped in oiled paper. When the flat round porcelain jar was emptied, the incense pills inside rolled out intact, and a refreshing fragrance burst out instantly. Refers to bypassing the unsealed bottles and jars, pulling out a book from the bottom of the box, tearing off the oiled paper is a book of incense.

Not only Mu Chenfeng, but also Jiang Yan's expression froze, and the hand holding the booklet trembled slightly, but he never opened it.

They almost guessed one thing at the same time, that is, the secret recipe that Zheyi led people to search through the boxes and cabinets to find probably came from here. If you turn over the good paper, you may be able to see the exact record in ink and pen that can induce Gu. The only correct "Ghostland Fragrance" recipe that acts as a demon and disrupts living beings.

"Jiang Yuhan, if it wasn't just a sudden accident, did he refer to this book?" Mu Chenfeng was impatient for a while, and actually reported the name that he hadn't mentioned for a long time.

Jiang Yan's eyes darkened, he subconsciously stepped back towards him, and said, "If so, what should you do?"

He was a little wary when he asked, Mu Chenfeng glanced at the book and then Jiang Yan's dark and cold face, not knowing what to do.

"If so, there may be a method in it that can imitate Zhe Yi to attract Gu insects and manipulate puppets, and I may be able to survive like Zhe Yi by picking up the flesh and soul of living people, as long as I become a demon again and die some people. "Jiang Yan spoke out the possibility for him bluntly, squinting his phoenix eyes to look at his pale face, and said, "If not, when the fragrance in my body is gone, the Gu worms will leave the body, or the body will be damaged. I can’t maintain it any longer, at least my body and soul will bid farewell to you in a few years.”

"No...no, no!" Mu Chenfeng closed his pupils, his face paled instantly, he stepped back a few steps and bumped into the hanging broken curtain, black ash mixed with wood debris fell one after another, tearing his white shoulders and clothes Beat black.

"Who knows." Seeing him like this, Jiang Yan squeezed the incense and hid it in his arms, then walked a few steps and gently grabbed the arm he had no time to avoid, and said kindly, "Chen Feng, don't be afraid." , I was just joking. Look, didn’t Grandpa Sun survive with panacea?”

Mu Chenfeng stared at him intently, until Wan Hua raised his hand to sweep the dust off his shoulders, then nodded with a relaxed expression.

Seeing that he was still in a daze, Jiang Yan hurriedly stretched out his hand to pull him into his arms, and comforted him: "I'm not good, I scared you, you can punish me whatever you want when you go back."

Mu Chenfeng sideways avoided, shook his head almost at the same time, looked at his cold shoulder for a long time, then shook his head seriously again.

Jiang Yan sighed helplessly, glanced at the fading spring rain, and hurriedly changed the topic: "The rain is about to stop, we can catch lunch sooner. I forgot to take the medicine in the morning, and I found it for them when I went back." I'm afraid I will be scolded."

"Are you feeling unwell?" Mu Chenfeng really looked up at him after hearing this, his pale complexion has improved a lot.

"No, it's fine." Jiang Yan denied it, and finally got close to him, stroked his fair chin with his fingertips, and kissed the corner of his lips comfortingly.

The spring rain came suddenly but went lingeringly, and it took half a day for the rain to disappear.

Except for the hidden booklet, Jiang Yan only took the can of incense pills in the box and stuffed them back into the small cellar. Seeing that Mu Chenfeng was puzzled, he said, "This fragrance is well blended. It has been outstanding for many years, wouldn’t it be a waste if it’s not used?”

Mu Chenfeng didn't answer, and went to push open the dilapidated door, and saw that the dark clouds outside had dispersed, and Jiang Yuhan's unnamed tombstone stood in the courtyard, washed brightly.

Jiang Yan came out from behind him with a smile, pulled him to the front of the monument, bent down and pointed at the flattened soil in front of the tombstone, and said to him: "I will bury the box with the earrings and the old woman's belongings together. it's here."

Mu Chenfeng nodded, stretched out his hand to help him up, and folded his palms together toward the tombstone.

"You Taoists comfort the souls of the dead, should you say Taiyi Tianzun to save the suffering?" Jiang Yan stood beside him and asked.

Mu Chenfeng ignored him, bowed slightly after meditating, and said calmly, "Thank you."

Jiang Yan couldn't help but smile when he heard his thanks, and said: "He must have fulfilled his wish and was reborn into a peaceful and happy ordinary family."

Mu Chenfeng nodded: "Then say 'Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun'."

If it wasn't for Jiang Yuhan, Jiang Yan would never have met him, if it wasn't for Jiang Yuhan, he would never have met him again, if it wasn't for his earrings and identity, he wouldn't be able to get along with him, if it wasn't for his accidental promise Looking forward to his grandmother, he might not say the promise of "grow old forever" - for this reason, he came back and stood beside him as Jiang Yan.

It was almost dusk when the two of them were in the courtyard behind the chess hall around the sea of ​​flowers. One's white robe was stained with dust, and the other's black dress was stained with dust.

Since no one came to brew the new tea, Jiang Yan urged him to change his clothes and hurriedly ordered someone to reheat the meal.

Mu Chenfeng was somewhat in a trance, Ren Jiangyan told interesting things along the way, but his mind was always tied to the incense book, and he was even more absent-minded when eating after changing clothes. After moving his chopsticks a few times, Wan Hua stretched out his hand with a smile, Wipe off the rice grains on the corner of his mouth for him.

It would be fine if there was no way to go before, but now there is a sudden turning point, and two roads diverge and appear in front of you.No matter which one you take, it is wrong, no matter which one you choose, you will regret it, and it will cause indelible consequences—as Jiang Yan said.

Mu Chen didn't know how to eat, and after eating for a while, he urged Jiang Yan to take a bath to drive away the cold. When he sat in the bathtub, he was still struggling with this difficult decision, silently like a puppet.

"Chenfeng, if you don't let me add water, the water will be cold."

Mu Chenfeng was so annoyed that he didn't even realize that someone was approaching, until Jiang Yan's clear and pleasant voice sounded through the screen, and then he realized that he was standing outside, and at the same time, he heard the sound of paper flipping, and his heart sank.

"Even if I told you to see it, I can't hide it from you." Jiang Yan flipped the pages of the book, and finally coughed lightly and said, "You once said that I would not let you make a choice, but now we know that the choice is not so easy to make. of?"

"You hold grudges like this, why don't you pay me back with a sword." Mu Chenfeng said coldly in the moment of confusion, and regretted it as soon as he said it, and the trembling tail tone that seemed uncertain, not only couldn't hide the anxiety in his heart , but also full of unprecedented, exposed sadness.

"Where do I hold grudges?" Jiang Yan said nonchalantly, as if he didn't take his embarrassment seriously at all.

Mu Chenfeng was dumbfounded. He was immersed in the water and refused to answer any more, but he couldn't wait for Jiang Yan to speak again. When he turned his head, he saw a fire rising from behind. The ink wafts a scent of fragrance.

"Jiang Yan?! What are you doing?!" It was too late to stop it, and Mu Chenfeng seemed to be able to see the precious incense book burnt through the screen.

"Don't do anything, just pretend you've never seen it." Jiang Yan spoke lightly, stuffing the nearly burnt booklet into the brazier, and finally said regretfully, "One tael of gold and one tael of ink, it's a pity to waste these good materials."

Mu Chenfeng was so shocked that he sat halfway in the tub, not knowing what to do, and watched the difficult problem disappear, as if the road before him disappeared again, and the stubborn stone that was pressing on his heart just now disappeared. trace.

He was not willing to let him make a choice, and he never wanted to make things difficult for him, before and now.

Mu Chenfeng watched Jiang Yan come around the screen, wash up and stand calmly behind the steaming heat with his thin shirt half-opened. .

"How dare I hurt you? Is Chenfeng angry with me?" Jiang Yan took a bath towel, dipped it in hot water and wiped it on his cool shoulders, then raised his hand and nodded on the tip of his nose, "I'm angry, I broke my promise, I didn’t take you to Huashan to see flowers, didn’t I?”

Mu Chenfeng's throat tightened, recalling the words of forgetting each other when the flowers bloomed, he hurriedly shook his head.

"No?" Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows as if he was in deep thought, then leaned over to his ear, and said softly, "That's why I'll draw it for you..."

Before he finished speaking, Mu Chenfeng's ears turned red, he grabbed the cloth towel in his hand and pulled it back: "Get out!"

Jiang Yan caught the cloth towel that greeted him face to face, pressed the back of his head and snatched a deep kiss, and then pressed against his eyebrows, sighing: "I don't want to go out, Daoist Mu will punish me?"

Wan Hua kissed his lips again as she spoke, depriving him of the possibility of answering, her long loose hair was soaked in the water and wrapped around his waist, her cold long fingers brushed against his shoulder along the original scar Smooth back, straight to the body.

The author has something to say: Attention, the three chapters of this title are built-in extras, that is, there is no additional extras in this article

Sorry for turning on the light again~~

In fact, all the sugar is mixed with glass slag, and no one protests ==

The following is the storyline until the end