Cangyun [Sword Net Three]

Yuanjue's words left Wu Lang with lingering fear.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the person who was afraid of disaster must be talking about Chang Shan.He is not a religious person, a materialistic atheist.The theory of fortune-telling is also laughed off, and it is regarded as a joke.It's just that he traveled to this world inexplicably, and he couldn't help but start to believe in some sayings that he was destined.

As a well-known ancient temple in the Great Shang Dynasty, Izumo Temple was very popular, not only because it was built on the top of Izumo Mountain, which is hundreds of feet high, but also because the monks in the temple were indeed masters.

More importantly, he and Yuan Jue have never met each other. If this kind of person who has half a foot in the coffin wants to plot against him, why not tell the emperor about it. If the emperor is also curious, even if it is a fire pit, he must Jump down and try it out.But Yuanjue waited until there were no idlers around before saying this, maybe he didn't mean to harm him.But who can tell that all this is not a show?

He panicked, went back to the General's Mansion, and immediately went to Chang Shan.

Chang Shan was preparing lunch in the kitchen at this time. When Wu Lang entered from the door, he was about to bring over the vegetable basket that had been placed there from the other side of the stove, but before he could move the basket to him, his whole body suddenly Trembling violently, the basket containing the vegetables shook from his hands and fell to the ground, clean and moist vegetables rolled out of the basket.

Wu Lang's eyes shrank sharply, and he walked up to Chang Shan in three steps at a time, and supported Chang Shan who was trembling all over and was about to lose his balance.

"Chang Shan! Are you okay?"

Chang Shan rolled his eyes, sweating profusely, unable to speak a word.He never thought that he would get sick at this time, and the young master would happen to bump into it.

Wu Lang held Chang Shan in his arms, a little panicked: "What should I do now, Chang Shan?"

Chang Shan blinked quickly, Wu Lang was taken aback, and asked: "Aren't you speechless now?" Chang Shan blinked.

"But you look like this, when will you recover?"

"........."

"Are you suffering from poison?"

Chang Shan blinked again.

Wu Lang felt Chang Shan's trembling body in his arms, like a live fish short of water, and would suffocate to death after struggling for a few more minutes.

It was the first time he had seen Chang Shan get sick. He was sweating profusely and his face was as pale as paper. It was Chang Shan who would never appear in front of him.According to this degree of disease state, this guy probably has been unable to control the nature of the medicine since a long time ago.

"It's okay, I'm here, young master, you won't die." Wu Lang hugged Chang Shan tightly and murmured.Now he can neither take Chang Shan to see a doctor, nor let Yang Jichuan know, he just hopes that the effect of the medicine will pass quickly.

After a while, Chang Shan struggled even harder, his muscles tensed up, his face showed pain, even his eyes that had reacted just now were tightly closed, and beads of sweat rolled down like rain.

Wu Lang was a little afraid that Chang Shan would not be able to survive, so he kept calling his name in his ear.

"Chang Shan! Brat, you are not allowed to die without the order of the young master, do you hear me?"

"Chang Shan, Chang Shan, wake up..."

Wu Lang raised his hand to attach Chang Shan's side neck, the pulsating sensation was much weaker than that of normal people.His sharp knife, his dark teeth, and his poisonous tongue, are they going to die now?

Wu Lang was a little puzzled, but there was nothing he could do.The poison in Chang Shan's body can only be seen by the top experts in the field, so he has no countermeasures.

Wu Lang hugged Chang Shan who gradually calmed down after struggling with severe pain, sitting on the mud floor in the kitchen in a daze, he didn't believe that Chang Shan just died like this, five years have not yet come, this guy hasn't done enough work for him!

I don't know how long it has passed, the water in the stove pot has dried up, and Chang Shan's corpse-like body finally started to move.

"Master..." Chang Shan's voice seemed to be burnt by iron carbon.

"You are going to scare me to death, young master." Wu Lang let out a long breath, "If you don't wake up again, I will go out and dig a hole to bury you."

"........."

"Tell me honestly, are you sure about finding the antidote?"

Chang Shan shook his head calmly, Wu Langzheng slapped him on the head: "Then you are waiting to die?"

"I'm trying to find it."

"You...you still have a few days..."

Chang Shan followed Wu Lang for many years, needless to say the tacit understanding he had cultivated, when Wu Lang asked how many days, he knew it was asking how many days he had left to live.

"Twenty days..."

Wu Lang's heart sank for a while: "I know you were originally the emperor's man, at worst I would break into the palace at night."

"Young master, you must not! The location of the organization is full of agencies, even if you enter without knowing why, you will be close to death. A humble life of a subordinate is not worth the sacrifice of the young master."

"Shit, haven't you heard that all people are born equal? ​​I just don't like the emperor."

"The young master is so kind, the subordinates will never be repaid with death. The subordinates are people who are about to die. If they can no longer serve the young master in the future, this is also fate."

"You are wrong Chang Shan. Haven't you heard a saying that my fate is up to me? I won't let you die, and you should put away your desire to wait for death."

"Master..."

Wu Lang's heart was full of clouds, Chang Shan was less than a month away, this was an indisputable fact, but Yuan Jue, can you really believe it?Wu Lang wondered if he could put his trust in Yuanjue's hands as a monk who had never masked his face.In his eyes, people who have connections with the palace are not easy-going lamps.

Yang Jichuan saw his anxiety and asked him what happened.

"It's nothing, you think too much."

"Whenever you have something on your mind, you will sit on the roof and wipe your knife."

Wu Lang paused as he wiped the Mo Dao's blade, as if he couldn't find any rebuttals to answer.Yang Jichuan stepped on the tiles, the wind blew his wide silver-red sleeves, his face was also blurred by the backlight, Wu Lang heard him say: "You don't want to tell me."

Wu Lang immediately explained: "No... I'm just..." He said it generally but was a little discouraged. Indeed, he didn't want to talk about it with Chuan'er.Because from the beginning to the end, only he and Chang Shan knew the whole story.

Yang Jichuan didn't seem to be angry, he just stepped on the tiles and walked to him, lifted his clothes and sat down.

"If you think I can help you with anything, just say it. If you think it won't help even if I know about it, then keep it a secret." Yang Jichuan spoke lightly, and he didn't seem to mind Wu Lang's blatant concealment.

"I..." Wu Lang felt a little guilty, the more open-minded Yang Jichuan acted, the more he felt guilty.

The autumn wind was rustling, blowing the feathers on their heads.

Wu Lang sighed, and his heart skipped a beat. He didn't want to hide that part of history that should have been buried deep in his heart and not told to anyone anymore.

"The first time we met was in Dongchang Mountain, right. Let me tell you, I have been traveling among the people, and I accidentally picked up Chang Shan who was dying, and saved his life. He followed me to wander around the world in order to repay me. These are all lying to you...Chang Shan is an intelligence agent of the emperor..."

"The first time I traveled to this world was in a well in the Linzi Palace..."

Everything, from being the male favorite at the beginning, becoming Lord Langhuan, meticulously planning the escape plan, encountering a series of accidents, discovering the secret of King Linzi, taking in the dying Chang Shan, and then fleeing, Chang Shan followed and loyal, they From Nanlin all the way north to Yongzhou to look for General Langqi who was rumored to be from Tiance Mansion.Finally, when they got acquainted and got to know each other again, Chang Shan's fate was not long.

Wu Lang thought he had forgotten, but now he realizes that he still remembers everything that happened in Nanlin clearly.It was as if there was a projector that clearly projected the images that had become film in his mind.The last thing that caught his eye was the sleeve of King Linzi, that's right, that wide sleeve embroidered with golden patterns.

After saying this, Wu Lang suddenly felt light in his heart, the past that was originally pressed in his heart like a mountain, seemed to fly with the wind and turn into smoke with the confidance of his thoughts.

"I sometimes feel like this is all a dream, a nightmare."

"But because I met you, I don't want to wake up. If I wake up, we are just people who met in a virtual game."

"Goro, turn around." Yang Jichuan said suddenly.Wu Lang was puzzled, turned around and faced Yang Jichuan: "What's wrong?"

At this time, Yang Jichuan suddenly held Wu Lang's face, and kissed it fiercely.Their lips and teeth were attached to each other, the tip of their tongues licked each other's lips, their breaths were intertwined, and they could no longer distinguish each other.

This kiss was not gentle at all, the two of them were like two hungry wolves, biting and tossing frantically until all the oxygen in their lungs was consumed until they were suffocated.

"Do you still think it's a dream?" Yang Jichuan gently pushed away Wu Lang, biting Wu Lang's face with his teeth.

"It's not a dream, it's not a dream... Even if it is, it's still a dream." Wu Langfu pressed Yang Jichuan's lips again, but this time it was extremely gentle, lingering and lingering, just a taste of it, "If there is no you, what would this world be like?" It's boring, Chuan'er."

Yang Jichuan raised his hand to caress Wu Lang's forehead: "Chang Shan, there is no other way."

"You heard what that old monk Yuanjue told me. He meant to ask me to go find him. But I don't believe him."

"I'll go with you, he can't play any tricks."

"Don't, if he is some kind of demon monk who can use demon magic, then we both will be tricked!"

Yang Jichuan frowned, obviously he didn't really believe in such a nonsense statement.

"Aren't you going to enter the palace to be the sixth prince's teacher? I'll follow him to find out what he has to say, huh?"

Yang Jichuan thought for a while and nodded.

"From now on, stay away from the King of Linzi." When he got off the roof, Yang Jichuan suddenly turned his head and said this to Wu Lang.

"It must, must! I have absolutely nothing to do with him!" Wu Lang hurriedly raised his watch to be innocent.

There was a deep light in Yang Jichuan's eyes, and there was a faint murderous look.He said three words lightly in his mouth, as if he wanted to smash his corpse into thousands of pieces.