[Bao Lian Lantern Heart] Lu Yao Returns to Dream

People are not very literate, and every five days when they receive greeting letters, they can only ask the servants in the house who can read to read them for them.

The news that Ao Cunxin was staying in the Yang Mansion naturally reached Xiaoyu immediately.Xiaoyu was already worried about the situation in the Yang Mansion, but now she couldn't sit still, and didn't know how to speak to Chen Xiang and his son, so she found another way to go down the mountain, but in fact, she went straight to the Yang Mansion to visit.

Xiaoyu couldn't help being sad to see her uncle's lingering illness, but she also felt a little relieved when she saw that Yang Ao and Ao were relying on each other for comfort.

Earlier, Yang Jian had ordered Ao Cunxin to work hard by her side, and only invited her to talk when she was in better spirits, and what she said were irrelevant and trivial matters.

Ao Cunxin felt sad: If sister Ruochan saw her second elder brother sick like this, how sad she would be.I can't do anything else but do my best for her.He wanted to see me, but he didn't want me to think that he was greedy for my service, so I took care of him while he was asleep, guessing that he would go away when he was about to wake up, so he wouldn't mind if he couldn't see him.

The penetrating wound was horrific, because he often struggled in his dreams, and the shoulder bones were difficult to fix, and the arrowhead hadn't completely healed, and the clotted blood and medicine powder mixed together and turned dark brown, which was soaked by Ao Cunxin. Wipe clean with a soft cloth in warm water.Jiao Quan and the two fought beside him, and they couldn't help feeling that it was the girl who struck softly, and the master didn't even frown.

Yang Jian often fell asleep and rarely woke up, so it was difficult to drink the medicinal soup.Since Ao Cunxin came, he sent the two Jiaogou away and took the medicine by mouth.With the guaranteed dose of medicine, Yang Jian's condition quickly improved.

In the afternoon of this day, the sky is like a wash, and the eyes are full of fresh green washed by the rain. The water curtains are densely hung under the eaves, and the winding paths in the courtyard are facing the wind.

The boy in light yellow clothes quickly walked around the corridor on the pond and headed for the main house. Under the shelter, the clothes, which were as dry as new, were slightly loose, which made the boy's haggard complexion even more gloomy.

Agarwood visit

The overwhelming rain enveloped the center of Shu, and also enveloped the Yang Mansion, washing down a dense curtain on the edge of the eaves.

"Agarwood is here? Come in." A hoarse voice came from the house, blending into the sound of rain, it was as pleasant as a string.

Chen Xiang pushed the door and entered, and immediately saw Yang Jian leaning on the couch reading a book.Yang Jian only wore a plain white jacket, the clean and stiff cotton cloth was folded into beautiful folds at the crook of his arms, his thin dark red lips turned slightly blue, and his eyes like a deep pool smiled slightly when he looked at Chen Xiang.

His complexion suddenly darkened, Chen Xiang moved a wooden stool and sat down beside the couch, deliberately avoiding Yang Jian's face.

It was only just now that he realized that his uncle's face was similar to his mother's.

Every night, whether in a dream or not, as soon as he closes his eyes, he will see his mother's frown and smile, and the face that came into his eyes just now clearly shows three parts of his mother's shadow, and his heart is instantly filled with infinite sadness.

"What book is uncle reading?"

"Shan Hai Jing."

"Oh?" Chen Xiang was rather surprised, this kind of book of ghosts and monsters is probably liked by teenagers more. "Is there any interesting story?"

Yang Jian closed the scroll and placed it on the desk next to the couch, "There is a kind of 'fishwife' mentioned in the Great Wilderness Classic, who revives after death."

"Oh..." Chen Xiang accompanied him with a wry smile.

"How's it going?"

Chen Xiang couldn't help but glanced at Yang Jian, and when he saw those clear eyes, he was no longer surprised that he could guess what he was doing in the dark.Uncle knows everything, so this little trick can't be hidden from him.

Chen Xiang no longer hid it, and opened the skylight to speak frankly: "After the incident, I personally sneaked into Qishan Mountain to find the gossip Gu formation, and sure enough all traces were cleaned up. Last month, the Buddhist and Taoist families jointly wiped out Qishan , won a complete victory, all the monsters of the Black Lotus Sect retreated to the west, and I went to search carefully again."

"How?" Yang Jian looked deeply at Chen Xiang.Not seeing him for half a year, the child's originally round cheeks were slightly sunken, as if he had aged ten years.

"Nothing." Chen Xiang forced a smile, "The only one who may know the truth now is Uncle Jiao, but he insists on saying nothing."

Yang Jian also smiled indifferently, noncommittal. "How is your father? I should go to Huashan to see your father and son."

"My father... he's just out of shape." Chen Xiang glanced up again, and saw that the majestic uncle in the past was just sitting on the couch leaning on the bedpost. Although there were not many signs of serious injuries, he still felt uncomfortable I felt a dull pain, and faintly burned an unknown fire from my stomach.

He, Liu Chenxiang, was fighting against the ground and the sky. He had not been defeated like this for many years.

He almost went to Lingjiu Mountain with a small ax to do a big fight, but was stopped by his wife Xiaoyu on the way, as if a pot of cold water was poured on his head, and he realized that he had passed the age of pleasure and enmity. Blood debts have to think twice.

In addition, another faint hatred is also dormant in the body.

He really couldn't comfort himself, no matter how deep the trick and the biggest trap were, the person who took his mother with his own hands was none other than someone else, but someone who was inextricably linked to the man in front of him.And that person, with the deep seed of demon breath, can't get rid of the crime no matter what.

"Chen Xiang, there is another possibility."

After a moment of silence between each other, Yang Jian leaned over and stretched the skirt of his clothes that were too irregular for him.

"Such an evil formation, such complicated trigger conditions, may have ulterior motives, and its purpose is unthinkable. It is simply child's play and incredible to say that it is just to create a shocking public case in a serious war. However, if their The target is the lotus lamp, which makes perfect sense. Moreover, as long as their goal is the lotus lamp, they will not easily harm your mother before they exert their power. In other words, your mother is probably still alive, It's just being imprisoned by them, maybe it's in their lair on Lingjiu Mountain right now. As for Cun Xin, it probably wasn't in their original plan, it was just Feng Yunyao's impromptu intention to frame her..."

"Uncle!" Chen Xiang stood up abruptly, interrupting Yang Jian's rare and pleasant persuasion, tears filled his bloodshot eyes, "Have you finally said it? You have analyzed so many falsehoods back and forth. Guessing, it’s all to excuse that Ao Cunxin! There are no gods’ names in the book of life and death in the underworld, and there is no way to find them. You have given me such a huge hope so lightly, how do I know if it will become more cruel? despair?"

The branches swaying in the wind outside the window cast shadows on Yang Jian's pale face, "I will give you an answer soon, trust uncle."

Looking at that face that was too calm, Chen Xiang's internal organs were about to explode with anger, and rushed to the window frantically and pulled the two windows open, the swishing cool wind immediately poured in.

"Look outside, you are sick in Yang's mansion, you don't know what's going on outside, right? It's spread all over the world, the widow of the God of Judiciary made a big fuss in the Tianting Barracks and the San Shengmu brandished a knife! It's even worse. Yes, the third princess of Xihai surrendered to the enemy with a grudge, and killed the sister who betrayed her husband to vent her anger!" Roaring, salty tears rolled wantonly on his cheeks, Chen Xiang squatted under the window and cried, "I can be a law-abiding junior , you can see that you don't take the life of that cruel woman for your sake, but I, Liu Chenxiang, will never forgive her for harming my biological mother!"

Snapped--

A piece of West Sea Amethyst was smashed to the ground by him and instantly shattered, sending purple residue flying.Chen Xiang's eyes suddenly fell on the dark gray curtain in the corner of the room, because a corner of amethyst stone slag bounced back immediately when it hit the corner of the curtain.

What kind of hard curtain is this, which does not even move after being hit by gravel?Or, is there something hidden behind the curtain, for example, a pair of feet?

"Chen Xiang!" Yang Jian stopped Chen Xiang before he could move.

Chen Xiang looked at Yang Jian with murderous eyes, like a wild horse trying to break free from Yang Jian's shocking eyes.

Staring at each other is a violent swing between obedience and disobedience.

The torrential rain soaked the window edges, and the cool breeze came into the room little by little, flipping the scrolls on the desk randomly.

Yang Jian suddenly bowed his body and coughed muffledly, his pale thin lips moved slightly, before he could cover his mouth, a glaring blush burst out, dripping on the snow-white shirt, spotting a few vermilion plums.

Chen Xiang was terrified, and even rolled and crawled to Yang Jian's side to caress him, pointing his sword at a distance to close the window, wiped the tears all over his face with his sleeve, and said panickedly: "Uncle, don't be angry, it's all My fault, knowing that you are injured, I still contradict you..."

Yang Jian closed his eyes and endured the pain, the qi and blood in his internal organs were surging, and he couldn't answer for a while.

Chen Xiang knew that it was blood stasis when he saw the dark color of blood, and it was not a bad thing to spit it out, so he felt relieved.After being frightened by this, he became much more sober.

That's right, who is uncle? It's a mountain that he seems to be unable to overcome in his entire life. Even if he has not recovered from his injuries recently, he will keep everything in his heart. What happens outside does not need him to talk about it in white clothes.Uncle's face is not revealing, it is also a consistent style. No one knows how much pain he has suppressed. He doesn't want to be considerate. …

"I listen to you, and I won't think about going to Lingjiu Mountain alone to settle accounts anymore. When you recover from your injuries, we will call on Brother Nezha, the Bull Demon King and his son, as well as Fighting Victory Buddha and Master Guanyin, and we will step down together. Black Lotus Sect. As for those conspiracy theories, do you know why I don't believe them?" Chen Xiang paused, and his clear eyes became even more gloomy. "Because the Baolian Lantern needs Xiaoyu's blood to make lamp oil, and after more than five months, no one has troubled Xiaoyu at all, but