Still pity the grass and trees

In the ancestral hall of the Xiongtu Escort, there was another coffin.Guisan squatted next to Li Chengyang's coffin, wiping away tears while muttering: "Master, everything has come to light, your grievances have been cleared, and you can feel at ease under Jiuquan... I knew that Huayueying was the culprit. When I live in our house, I should try my best to kill her! I knew... I knew..."

"What are you doing?" A slightly hoarse boy's voice came from behind.

Guisan turned his head and saw a figure against the light, not tall, with his hands behind his back, and a serious expression on his small face.

"Young master," Gui San paused, and said, "I... I'll come and see the young master."

"Oh." Li Cheng also stood there, and after uttering a word, there was no more to say.The sunlight came from behind, drawing a outline like a bamboo pole.

In just a few days, he lost a lot of flesh. The chubby, cute little fat man before suddenly became taciturn, sad and mature.

But majesty also grew together. When he stopped smiling and began to inquire about the internal and external affairs of the Escort, the servants and Escorts suddenly realized that there was no doubt that he would be the future Patriarch.

The two were silent for a while, and Li Cheng also said, "Go to the kitchen and ask them to stew a bowl of bird's nest and send it to the East Wing."

Gui San agreed to leave, and after leaving the ancestral hall, he looked back and saw the young master holding the coffin, tiptoeing, his clothes collapsed at the thin butterfly bones, forming a dark shadow.

East wing.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the person on the bed pulled the quilt over his head and curled up like a silkworm chrysalis.

"Ayin," Xie Wufeng put the hot bird's nest on the mahogany table beside him, stepped forward to lift his quilt, "get up and eat something."

There was no answer, only a silent struggle, the blue brocade embroidered with flowers and birds was crumpled into a ball, the people underneath were kicking and kicking, but they refused to show their faces, two hands that were so hard that they turned blue grabbed the quilt cover, resisting to death.

Xie Wufeng argued with him for a while, couldn't bear it, let go of his hands and sat down on the edge of the bed, sighing.

"You've been lying down for days."

The person on the bed didn't respond, and he said again: "This morning, there was news from the Crane Palace that the Night Demon fled into the mountains near Jingzhou and killed dozens of innocent people along the way."

It was a dry and cold day, the sun was hanging high, bright and far away, a little sunlight climbed up the window lattice and stayed on Ji Tanyin's chest.

Xie Wufeng waited for a while, and used the provocative method: "You forgot your master's last words? The night demon is raging, do you want to stand by and watch?" He stretched out his hand again to grab Ji Tanyin's quilt, and the other end pulled slightly , and finally relaxed.

The brocade was slipped off, revealing a haggard and absent-minded face.Ji Tanyin's eyes were swollen like peaches in early summer, and her skin was so thin that it was almost transparent, as if she would burst into tears when she rubbed it lightly.

"I just want to be alone," he said hoarsely.

"You are avoiding pain," Xie Wufeng bent over and hugged him like a baby, sitting up with his arms around him, then took the bird's nest, scooped a spoonful and fed it to his lips.

Ji Tanyin leaned weakly against the carved railing at the head of the bed, looking like he was being slaughtered and lifeless. He stared at Xie Wufeng for a while, then opened his mouth to hold the spoon in his mouth.

After taking a few mouthfuls in silence, Xie Wufeng said: "Actually, that day... I was standing directly opposite your master. When the poisonous arrow came, I saw his ears move. Looking back now, maybe he was able to Dodged, but he didn't dodge."

Ji Tanyin's movements froze, he didn't know whether this was the scene Xie Wufeng saw with his own eyes, or a story he made up to let himself feel relieved.In short, it was as if a needle had been stabbed in his head, and the distinct pain drew him closer to this milder explanation.

He thought for a long time, then asked softly, "But why?"

"I don't know, maybe, when you reach his age, you will understand."

Ji Tanyin suddenly became angry, and said angrily: "No! I will never understand!"

Xie Wufeng smiled shortly, not because of happiness, nor did he mean to ridicule.

Ji Tanyin glanced at him, his expression became listless.He recalled countless nights at Wenling Peak, when thousands of birds returned to the forest and the mountains were silent. An oil lamp was lit in their hut.He couldn't bear the loneliness, and often plunged into the woods, wielding his knife and gun at the birds and birds that were huddling together affectionately on the dark branches.

Crashing, the resting birds were startled flying again, half of the mountain echoed with the sound of flapping wings, mixed with crisp and clear calls one after another, the noise was very lively, and it took a long time to stop.Ji Tanyin had a great time playing, and went home sweating profusely. Every time he opened the door, he could see Ji Heng squinting his eyes and leaning on the grand teacher's chair, with his chin slightly raised, staring at the vines on the beam.

At that time, I couldn't understand what it was like to be in it. Looking back now, Master must be very lonely.Although he has himself as his companion, they are father and son, master and apprentice, and they are not lovers after all.

After drinking the bird's nest, the maid Xiaoyu brought a bowl of bitter and blackened concoction.Xie Wufeng stirred it with a spoon to disperse the heat on the water surface, and told Ji Tanyin that this is the antidote sent by the old man Gongqian. If he wants to completely remove the poison of Jiuzhuan Yinyang grass, he needs to take it for three days.

Ji Tanyin was rare and meek, and he drank the dark antidote cooperatively. When he lowered his head, a few strands of jet-black hair fell down, making his complexion paler.

Xie Wufeng stretched out his hand, held one side of his cheek, and rubbed the tip of his nose twice with his thumb.

"Will you leave me too?" Ji Tanyin asked nonchalantly.

Xie Wufeng didn't expect him to say this, he was slightly taken aback before he opened his mouth, Ji Tanyin suddenly turned his head, tucked his hair back behind his ears as if nothing had happened, and said, "I want to avenge my master."

The voice is hoarse, but the eyes are sharp.

Xie Wufeng agreed softly, talking about the whereabouts of Yemo and Huayueying, they fled from Xiangyang to Jingzhou, and escaped into a local mountain called Taibie. Yanshan Villa and Hengshan faction are organizing manpower to search and arrest.

Ji Tanyin nodded, and the room fell into silence again.Xie Wufeng wanted to answer his previous question, but the time had passed, and it seemed a bit stiff to mention it again, so he lowered his arm, touched Ji Tanyin's fingertips holding the quilt, and gently covered it.

The two were thinking about their own thoughts, and occasionally their eyes met, like two pieces of duckweed that met unexpectedly on the turbulent river, before they had time to explore each other's mind, they just cuddled, approached, warmed each other, and then parted.

"Uncle Xie." Someone called out from the courtyard.

Since Ji Heng passed away, Ji Tanyin didn't eat or drink for three consecutive days, and never went out of the room, so her mind became a little dull.Hearing this strange title, I just felt it was funny, and couldn't help but twitched the corners of my lips.He felt the voice of the person outside was familiar, and asked, "Who is it?"

Xie Wufeng stood up and said, "Chengyi."

He doesn't call you master anymore?Ji Tanyin had doubts in his heart, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.

Xie Wufeng walked into the yard, chatted with Li Chengyi, and returned to the East Wing after less than a stick of incense.

"It's about your Uncle Huang," Xie Wufeng relayed to Ji Tanyin, "His body has been parked for some time, although there are a lot of spices in the coffin, it cannot stop the decay after all, and now there is a corpse smell. Li Escort sent six black-headed bodyguards, planning to set off tomorrow to send him back to his hometown for burial."

He spread out his palm, and there was a white ball lying on it, which he found from Ji Heng's pocket, and was buried with Huang Chiu.

Ji Tanyin sniffed, took Yunzi and clenched it tightly, and said to Xie Wufeng: "I'll go see Uncle Huang again."

There were three coffins neatly arranged in the ancestral hall, and Ji Tanyin walked towards the leftmost coffin without looking sideways.After the tooth-piercing "squeak", the lid of the coffin was opened, and a strange sour smell came over the face.

The corpse did not rot on a large scale, at least the appearance of the iron-armed yellow-chip was still dying, with his eyes wide open and his upper lip raised, as if he was about to drink violently in the next moment.

Ji Tanyin placed Bai Zi'an in Huang Chiuxu's left hand, and felt dazed after finishing, and stood at a loss, staring at the corpse in a daze.Want to say something, such as the oath of revenge for him, or the comfort of Jiuquan's peace, but what's the use?

Especially when he felt the two coffins behind him, like two pairs of eyes in the dark night, watching him, attracting him, and condemning him, he felt thorns on his back and his limbs became stiff.

Seeing him standing stupidly, Xie Wufeng started to close the coffin lid.

"Wait!" Ji Tanyin thought for a while, leaned over into the coffin, tentatively touched Huang Chip's brow bone, and pushed down with his palm.

It was a futile attempt, but when he straightened up, he found that the face of the corpse had changed, the eyes closed naturally, the lip line became straight again, and the expression changed from fierce to serene.

The two looked at each other in surprise.

After waiting for a while, no more strange things happened, Xie Wufeng closed the coffin tightly and said, "Let's go."

Ji Tanyin turned around hesitantly, his eyes fell on Ji Heng's coffin, and he looked away quickly as if he had been scalded.

Xie Wufeng asked: "Do you still want to see your master?"

Ji Tanyin shook his head, Ji Heng's body was livid and died, his remains were unattractive, like a stone covered with moss.He refused to accept such a master, let alone recall the nightmare scene that day.He would rather be ruthless and hard-hearted...if he could do that.

They left the ancestral hall and walked slowly along the bluestone path, stepping on countless withered autumn chrysanthemums.Xie Wufeng asked Ji Tanyin if he wanted to personally escort Ji Heng's coffin back to Yushan: "What I mean is that your body has not recovered yet, so it would be more appropriate for Xiong Biao to send the coffin back to you. According to the news from Second Senior Brother, he has returned from the Western Regions and will arrive at Wenling Peak in the next day, when he will meet Biaotou Xiong and arrange the burial."

Ji Tanyin didn't answer, and there was no fluctuation in the thin side face, Xie Wufeng explained: "I don't care about the relationship between you as a teacher and student, but—"

"I understand," Ji Tanyin squeezed out a dark smile, and his slightly raised voice was self-deceiving and free and easy, "The dead are dead, and it is more important to avenge the master than to help the soul return to the hometown."

When he spoke, a wisp of white steam exhaled from his mouth, which quickly dissipated in the cold air.Xie Wufeng draped his shoulders, pulled him into his arms slightly, and asked, "Is it cold?"

"A little bit," Ji Tanyin saw the coffin belonging to Ji Heng from the corner of his eyes, it slowly backed away, and finally disappeared behind the floating white curtain.When he came back to his senses, he blinked his misty eyes and asked blankly, "Is it going to be Lidong?"

"There are still two days."

"Well," Ji Tanyin held Xie Wufeng's arm, and said out of words, "It's so fast."

Passing through the flowerbed, I saw the hibiscus that had caused their quarrel, all flowers gone, and only the weak, dull-colored stems and leaves were left totter.

Behind Mu Furong came the discussion of a few servants, they had good ears and could hear it from a long distance away.

"Persuade and persuasion but not to leave, what should I do... I don't dare to push and push, if I get hurt, ouch, Xuandaomen will definitely not let me go!"

"Yeah, master, it's hard for us to do it."

"Then Miss Zhai is also true. Even if the young master wasn't killed by her, she still has something to do with it, and she dared to come to the door!"

The young servants complained one after another, their tone was quite troubled and wronged, and their words became more and more violent.Ji Tanyin and Xie Wufeng walked slowly behind them, when there was only one step away, another voice came in, and immediately, all the servants stopped talking.

"What's going on?" Li Cheng also raised his face and looked at the servants. He was born with sparse eyebrows and drooping eyes. When he was fleshy before, his face looked festive and cute, but now he looks thin and out of shape. Serious and gloomy, the maids and servants didn't dare to tease him like before.

A little servant said: "Go back to the young master, Xuandaomen...Miss Zhai, please see the master's wife, the master told us to drive her away, and it is not good for us to do anything to her..."

Li Cheng also frowned slightly, and asked, "What did my mother say?"

"The madam is sick in bed, the master will not disturb you."

Li Cheng also nodded, and after pondering for a while, he said: "You go and invite Miss Zhai in, and I will serve you with tea. I will see her later."

The servants are not used to listening to him give orders, and Li Conning clearly ordered to drive Zhai Yingshi away, they dare not disobey, so you look at me, I look at you, hesitating.

Li Chengyi was a half-grown child after all, seeing that his words were not working, his face turned red with anger, he stomped his feet heavily, and stared round his eyes: "Hurry up!"

The servants dispersed in a rush, Li Cheng was panting heavily, his thin chest heaved, he turned to Ji Tanyin and Xie Wufeng, showed a pitiful smile, and asked: "Brother Ji, are you feeling better?" Is it?"

Ji Tanyin nodded, the two looked at each other silently for a while, and he said, "Look at you, you look good now."

Li Cheng also scratched his nails, and slowly lowered his head: "Who said that the elder brother is not here..."

But he quickly raised his face again and put on an ugly smile: "My father said that he would take me to Shaolin Temple to worship Abbot Fang Shao as a teacher."

Xie Wufeng gently joked: "No wonder you don't recognize me as a master."

Li Cheng also stuck out his tongue at him, and waved to Ji Tanyin: "I'm going to see Miss Zhai. The medicine that old man Gongqian brought is cooking in the kitchen. Brother Ji, remember to drink it on time."

After saying that, he hurried away, his thin back bumping on the path.

Ji Tanyin looked at it for a long time, and grabbed Xie Wufeng's hand vigorously, without saying a word, just sighed.