The Devil and the Flower

The second son of Wu is wild and violent, no one can control him, but he is only afraid of two people - one is his brother Wu Yi'an, and the other is Qinghui Daojun Fengyue resigning.

Compared with Mr. Wu's sternness of always making people kneel down in the ancestral hall, Feng Yueci never said a single harsh word, he just looked at you with no smoke and fire, and he was able to calm down even the most irritable person.

Wu Shuangya gave Jiang Huan a listless look, and obviously blamed Jiang Huan for the beating and humiliation.

Jiang Huan returned the eyes of his grandfathers who cared for the mentally handicapped.

Wu Shuangya: "..."

Lin Yanlan said softly: "Okay, Shuangya, don't quarrel with Mr. Jiang. Please, your Dapeng bird, take us for a ride."

Wu Shuangya reluctantly turned his head, raised his hand and whistled loudly. After a while, he saw a huge shadow swooping down from a high altitude, with the whistling wind and overwhelming momentum.

Lin Dongling held her face in both hands: "Wow!"

Wu Shuangya was about to say a few words, but Qingniu had already yelled happily, and with Feng Yueci behind his back, clouds were forming under his feet, and he ran up.

Jiang Huan's figure flickered, and before everyone could see clearly, he lay on the roc and went to blow the wind.

Wu Shuangya: "Hmph!"

The roc bird spread its wings and flew into the air, Lin Shaozhuo and others waved their hands below, Lin Dongling shouted: "Be careful all the way!"

The blue sky is boundless, fluffy clouds float by, and the magnificent scrolls of mountains and rivers are slowly unfolding in front of you.

Lin Yanlan took out a snow-white fur cape, shook it off gently, and put it on Feng Yueci.

Before he had time to thank him in the future, Feng Yueci coughed again.

"It really looks like a delicate flower!" Jiang Huan propped his hands behind his head, thinking to himself, then knocked on it, and instantly erected an invisible barrier to block the wind.

Seeing this, Lin Yanlan smiled and said, "Young Master Jiang is really cold-faced and warm-hearted."

Jiang Huan said: "You are right, I am actually very kind."

Lin Yanlan just laughed, and when she heard Wu Congying calling her over there, she went over to show Wu Shuangya the injury.

"Young Master Jiang." Feng Yue resigned and closed his clothes, saying, "Thank you very much."

"You have thanked Daoist Lord many times," Jiang Huan said, "Why don't you say something else?"

Feng Yue resigned, "What does Mr. Jiang want to hear?"

Jiang Huan smiled, and said: "The Taoist voice is nice, and the storytelling must also be very nice."

Feng Yueci lowered his eyes slightly, took out a thick book and handed it to him, saying: "The book contains ancient and modern events, which are far better than what I can say alone. If Mr. Jiang is boring, you can read it."

Seeing that the book was thicker than a palm, Jiang Huan closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Feng Yueci put the "General History of Ancient and Modern" beside him, and took out a "Biography of Emperor Jiang" to read it.

Jiang Huan opened one eye and glanced at it. When he saw the title of the book, he was suddenly interested. He got up and sat next to him to read it. By the way, he kicked the well-named "General History of Ancient and Modern Times" far away.

It is written in the book, "After the construction of the Jiuchongtian Pagoda, His Majesty Jiang Di lived alone in Wangfu Palace. Someone offered his beauty to him, but His Majesty was angry and punished him. At that time, people guessed that His Majesty had something to belong to, but he never had a wife or concubine in his whole life..."

Jiang Huan said: "I thought Taoist would not read this kind of unofficial history."

Feng Yue resigned: "There is no distinction between high and low in books."

Jiang Huan said, "Where are people?"

Feng Yue resigned, "It's the same."

Jiang Huan laughed, "Hey Daojun, your speech is really nice."

Li Mianxi couldn't help listening to it, and reminded: "Senior Jiang, this "Biography of Emperor Jiang" was written by Wangchuan Jiang, and it is the most comprehensive book that records the life of His Majesty Jiang so far. It’s a book. It’s not unofficial history!”

Jiang Huan's legs were crossed, his idle appearance was in stark contrast to the upright Feng Yueci next to him.He said casually: "If I were Emperor Jiang, if I knew that the younger generation arranged themselves like this, I might die with anger."

Feng Yue raised his eyes and said, "Young Master Jiang, be careful with your words."

His eyes are undoubtedly extremely beautiful, not as sparkling as a peach blossom, not as radiant as a pearl, but they are extremely clear and bright, with a hidden divinity, which makes people indulge in them and forget the worldly worries.

Low-grade beauties have a charming appearance, high-grade beauties have bones, and top-grade beauties have their own charm.

Now Jiang Huan has to sigh: above the disaster, there is wind and resignation.

He cleared his throat and said: "...Okay, I won't talk about this. Compared with Emperor Jiang, I am more interested in the legendary devil king. Have you written a book about him?"

"No!" Wu Shuangya stared at him. Wu Congying was jealous of Jiang Huan, afraid that what his second son might say would offend others, so he hurriedly said, "Master Jiang, His Majesty the Demon King is mysterious and unpredictable. It's a good idea."

"Besides, the Ye family is notoriously aloof and arrogant, so it's fine if you don't write it yourself, and no one else is allowed to write it!" Wu Congshan became angry when he said it: "Tear one book after seeing it!"

When they were young, they could always hear the names of Demon King and Emperor Jiang from their elders.No matter how the Hundred Clans develop and grow, no matter how powerful the Four Monarchs are, they cannot replace the old legends.

The brilliance of the "emperor" is as bright as the sun and the moon, and it will never disappear even through the ages.

It's just that there are very few historical materials for these two. Emperor Jiang still has the life stories written by the Jiang family, and the Demon King can only rely on everyone's imagination and compilation.But the Ye family was extremely disgusted by other people's scribbling, thinking that it would damage the reputation of His Majesty the Demon King, so they beat each other until no one dared to write.

For example, the biography of the Demon King that Wu Congshan chased when he was seven years old has not been written yet, which makes him complain to this day.

Wu Shuangya always wanted to say something, raised his neck, and commented brazenly: "The Jiang family is not a good thing either. It's shameless to brag about Emperor Jiang for thousands of years! Aww—sister Yanlan, be gentle!"

Wu Congying begged him to shut up quickly.

Jiang Huan was happy to hear the gossip, and motioned them to continue.But everyone didn't want to talk anymore, so Jiang Huan sat back and followed Feng Yueci to watch "Unofficial History" to relieve boredom.

The roc was extremely fast, and it flew half a month's footsteps in one day. Li Mianxi followed the memory to guide it, and soon landed in a mountain.

Everyone came down and looked around, only to see that there were many and lush weeds, growing up to the ankles, and there was almost no place to stay.The trees are old and mottled, and cobwebs can be seen at a glance between the leaves.

Very desolate and dilapidated.

Wu Shuangya said with an unbearable expression, "What the hell?"

"That day when I woke up, I was lying here," Li Mianxi pointed, "I searched for a radius of hundreds of miles, and there was a small town in front of me. Three days before entering the unnamed town, Senior Sister Ji and I passed by this place, in a restaurant in the city. Had lunch."

After that, he looked at the three members of the Wu family.

Wu Shuangya said: "We definitely haven't walked through the barren mountains and mountains!"

Wu Congshan said: "Exactly!"

Wu Congying was heartbroken, and smoothed things over: "Mr. Li, we need to take a look into the city to make sure if we have passed this place."

Li Mianxi nodded.

Lin Yanlan turned around, pricked everything with a silver needle, and said, "There is nothing abnormal here."

Feng Yue didn't say anything, and let them discuss.Most of the time, he is in a quiet and mysterious state.

Jiang Huan stood beside him, looking casually, but suddenly reached out to catch a dead leaf that was about to fall on his shoulder.

Feng Yueci tilted his head to see that Jiang Huan threw away the dead leaves stained with mud, and said nonchalantly, "Let's go."

All the way down the steep slope, until the foot of the mountain, I saw people walking around. There were several teahouses beside the road, with simple wooden sheds outside. The people went straight into the city without stopping.

Compared with Shangnan, Lanxi and other clan places, this place is relatively dilapidated, but there are vendors selling goods in the two roads, and there are people who come and go, most of them are simple and kind, and they live in peace and enjoy their work.

Wu Congying looked at it for a moment, then suddenly said: "We have been here before! Second son, do you still remember that the roc was tired after flying all day, so you said you wanted to find a place to rest. Because it was getting late, we didn't Paying too much attention to the surrounding scene. But I remember that Congshan was frightened by the night cat and bumped into the pavilion over there."

Wu Congshan immediately said: "I'm not scared!"

Wu Shuangya glanced around, hummed heavily, but acquiesced.

Li Mianxi said: "Then there must be something wrong with this place."

Wu Shuangya said: "All fools know it! Li Yangyang!"

"It's Li Mianxi! Second Young Master Wu, if you do this again, I will really get angry!"

"I'm afraid of you!"

Seeing that they were getting more and more noisy, Jiang Huan laughed instead.

Wu Congying was trying to persuade the fight: "Mr. Jiang, what are you laughing at?"

Jiang Huan said: "It's good to be young, look at me, I can't even quarrel if I want to."

The children who grew up in these ivory towers always reminded him of the years he lived on the earth a long time ago.Compared with many fellow villagers desperately wanting to go back, he actually doesn't miss that kind of life.

I just occasionally think about it and think it was a good time.

Wu Congying didn't know what he was thinking, but couldn't help thinking: I don't think you are good at quarreling, but you seem to be able to hack people to death with a knife!

Jiang Huan has a daunting aura, like a demon sword sleeping quietly, blood will be seen when it is unsheathed.No matter how unrestrained and unruly he behaves, he can't be underestimated by others.

A group of juniors may not be able to see through him, but they also have the instinct to seek good luck and avoid evil.

Qingniu shook his head and called "moo moo" twice.

Feng Yue resigned, "The wind is blowing."

As soon as the two in front couldn't care less about the quarrel, Li Mianxi hurriedly said, "Are you cold? I'll find an inn right away!"

Wu Shuangya suppressed his voice, and muttered: "I wanted to bring the snow velvet coat from home, but unfortunately my brother has been urging me for a long time, but I still haven't had time to finish it."

If it is said that their "respect" for Jiang Huan was out of fear and jealousy, then their "respect" for Feng Yue Ci was due to their sincere admiration.

Jiang Huan saw that Feng Yueci was still wearing the white fur clothes brought by Lin Yanlan, and felt that this group of people were really crazy, and that they were not so appropriate to offer sacrifices to their ancestors. "Raise your heads and look at the sky. He is here Remind you—the wind is blowing, and it’s going to rain, my mother is going to get married. Lead the way, hurry up, do you really want to become a ruined chicken?”