White-haired Demon Lord and Senior Brother

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There are several luxuriously furnished palaces in the cave. Hard vines criss-cross the stone walls, just enough to hang lamps or swords. A man in a black cloak with a black tengu mask strode into one of them and lifted the crystal at the door. The bead curtain stepped on the gorgeous and wide fringed carpet.

It looks like a study here, with four-legged wooden low cabinets, four-legged wooden low tables, long armchairs, dozens of books, large and small brocade boxes, small The pottery fou and the Four Treasures of the Study... etc. There is also a gilt lotus Boshan furnace, and the incense mist is slowly rising from the top of the furnace, which is orchid incense mixed with rosin.

A man wearing a ghost mask was sitting on the armchair, and the man in the black cloak with the black tengu mask stopped about a foot away from the table and held his hands respectfully.

The man with the devil's mask opened his lips: "I came here specially to see me, did something happen in that underground palace?"

The man in the black cloak with the black tengu mask replied: "Three people broke into the underground palace and explored the underground palace."

The man in the ghost mask asked, "Who is it?!"

The man in the black cloak with the black tengu mask immediately informed: "One of them is Jinling Pavilion Daqing Wenren Wuji, and the other two... belong to the Murong family of Yangui Island."

The man in the ghost mask couldn't help but said: "Wenren Wuji..., where is this person coming from? Ever since he took over the investigation, my plan has often been frustrated, and I should send someone to investigate his origin secretly."

The man in the black cloak with the black tengu mask replied: "I fought against Wenren Wuji, and his martial arts are actually superior to mine. His strength should not be underestimated. If I didn't have the means to protect myself, I'm afraid he would have died in his hands."

The man in the ghost mask snorted coldly: "It seems that if we want to complete the plan, we must first eradicate this person."

The man in the black cloak with the black tengu mask thought about it, and said bluntly: "Although I am not familiar with his sword moves, he seems to make me feel inexplicably familiar."

The man in the ghost mask laughed and said, "How do you feel about him?"

The man in the black cloak with the black tengu mask replied: "I have never forgotten the aura of the head of Mufeng Society. When I fought against him, I felt alike."

The man in the ghost mask immediately said, "You didn't make a mistake?"

The man in the black cloak with the black tengu mask replied: "You know the master better than me, it would be the best if you can confirm it yourself." Other than rosemary, there seems to be a hint of this fragrance."

The man with the ghost mask said: "What you said, I will personally investigate. But you'd better not let Lian Mi know about this matter, he is eager for revenge, I'm afraid recklessness will spoil the big thing."

The man in the black cloak with the black tengu mask held his hands respectfully, and said in obedience, "Here."

On Yangui Island, the autumn wind is still cool, but it can’t stop the warm sun, and the wind passing by the sun makes people feel a little warm. Yang Qingyuan sits leisurely on the recliner, facing Yang Xinsu, who is practicing martial arts not far away, In the whole yard, there were only the sound of Yang Xinsu's footsteps and low voices when he was practicing martial arts.

I don't know how long it took, Yang Xinsu stopped suddenly, slumped her shoulders, beat her shoulders lightly, frowned and said sullenly: "Uncle, can you let me rest early today? My shoulders are so sore..."

Yang Qingyuan replied: "This reason cannot be passed."

Yang Xinsu said quickly and cleverly: "Uncle's shoulder is injured, shouldn't he rest more?"

Yang Qingyuan simply replied: "This reason cannot pass either."

Yang Xinsu walked to the side of the recliner, put her legs together and bent her knees, leaned on the armrest of the recliner, and said sullenly again: "You can secretly deliver the letter for me, why can't you secretly let me relax?"

Yang Qingyuan replied: "It's one thing to send a letter, but it's another thing to make you lazy! Since I've become your uncle, I have to take on the big task of getting you out of the rookie womb and fly to the branches as soon as possible!"

Yang Xinsu began to feel dejected.

Yang Qingyuan persuaded: "Li Zhen is still waiting for you. If you are still a rookie in ten years, then you will have to add another ten years to be with Li Zhen."

Yang Xinsu said sullenly: "What else do I need to practice..."

Yang Qingyuan demanded: "Practice lightness kung fu. Jump off the roof thirty times, with one successful jump to the roof."

Yang Xinsu stood up, headed dejectedly and walked to the bottom of the nearest roof, took a deep breath, raised her strength and jumped towards the slope of the roof, fell before reaching the roof, and grasped the edge of the roof with both hands sensitively, but the tiles It was smooth, and it didn't take long for him to slide down.

In the second jump, Tianling Gai hit the beams of the eaves. In the third jump, he successfully jumped onto the roof, but he couldn’t stand still and slid down along the tiles. In the fourth jump, he jumped over his head and fell straight down. He could only catch it in a hurry. The edge of the roof, but the tiles were smooth, which made him slide down again. The fifth time he jumped, he successfully jumped onto the roof again. The posture was perfect. The sixth time he jumped, his calves were sore and he couldn’t jump. The seventh time he jumped, his forehead hit the edge of the roof. The eighth jump...

Repeated failures, repeated successes, repeated practice, before dusk, he managed to make up [-] successes, panted from exhaustion, drank more than half of the pot of warm water, wiped the corners of his lips, and when he looked back, the recliner was empty. There was no one there, and there was only a little warmth left. He looked into the corridor again, only to see Yang Qingyuan walking away slowly while holding his left shoulder.

The attendants from Murong Villa came to meet Yang Qingyuan, and when they saw Yang Qingyuan, they greeted Yang Qingyuan respectfully, 'Master Yuan', and Yang Qingyuan responded casually with 'um', without stopping.When he walked alone into a boat-shaped water pavilion located in the middle of the lotus pond, he raised the bamboo curtain and entered the house.

After a while, two figures left the boat-shaped water pavilion together. Wu Yan took Yang Qingyuan's hand and walked slowly through the corridor. After walking for a while, Yang Qingyuan suddenly opened his lips: "I want to see my brother."

Wu Yan was stunned for a moment, looked sideways at his face, and asked curiously: "What did you see him for? You clearly knew that he would suddenly bully you, in case he bullied you again..."

Yang Qingyuan caressed the back of Wu Yan's hand, and replied: "You go with me."

Wu Yan only asked: "What about the four cat children?"

Yang Qingyuan decided: "Just order a servant to take care of it for a few days."

Wu Yan simply said: "If you are really determined to meet Qing Ming, let my cousin take care of the cat. She has helped a few times before and is more skilled than others."

Yang Qingyuan didn't think about it, and immediately nodded slightly in agreement.

In Qingluan City, Jinling Pavilion closed its doors for a day off. All the young people in Jinling Pavilion cleaned the courtyard of Jinling Pavilion early in the morning and watered the flowers and plants. Shui Lingzhu was playing.

Under a waterfall as high as ten feet high, the sound of falling water almost covered the chirping of birds around. Huang Yan sat on a smooth rock with half exposed, Zhu Yanfeng stood behind him, and gently took the hair from his bun. Chai, gently spread his hair bun, and gently ran through his hair strands with the fingertips of five fingers, and then said to him: "Bow your head a little, I'm going to pour water."

Huang Yan lowered his head slightly, looked at his feet quietly, a gust of cool water flowed down from the gourd scoop in Zhu Yanfeng's hand, flowed through Huang Yan's hair roots, flowed all over his scalp, and fell down along the silvery white strands On the ground, Huang Yan only watched the drops of water falling drop by drop, without saying a word.

Zhu Yanfeng carefully poured the shampoo made from tea seed cakes on Huang Yan's head bit by bit, avoiding the edges of the ears, gently rubbed his hair roots, and gently rubbed his hair strands with both hands , Neither of them said a word, only the crackling sound and the sound of running water.

After a while, Zhu Yanfeng picked up the gourd ladle again, scooped up clear water, and poured it carefully on Huang Yan's head bit by bit as usual, avoiding the edge of the door, and did this three times, flushing away the tea seed water, only Leaves cleansing and bursts of cooling at the roots.

Gently squeezed the water droplets from his strands of hair with both hands, and dried them with a dry kudzu towel, Zhu Yanfeng said: "Okay, you can raise your head."

Huang Yan raised his head, facing the breeze blowing over, his half-dried silver-white hair was gently blowing in the wind, with a faint tea fragrance, refreshing his scalp.

Zhu Yanfeng gently took out the horn comb from the inside of his belt, started from his hairline, and slowly combed his strands of hair. The strands of hair passed through the teeth of the comb very smoothly, and could be combed in a short while.

Without putting away the comb immediately, Zhu Yanfeng hugged Huang Yan lightly, sniffed his head lightly, and smelled the fragrance of his hair.Huang Yan picked up his snow-like strands of hair and recalled: "I tried to dye my hair black with ink before, and it succeeded once. I was very happy to show it to my parents, and I ran out to play happily. But when it rained, my clothes and my hands were all black, and my hair turned white again."

Zhu Yanfeng stroked his strands of hair, and replied: "Hair color is not important, the important thing is that you are still alive and healthy."

Huang Yan smiled and said: "At that time, I didn't know what'death' was. I just saw my family members were anxious. Later, they passed away one by one, and I was still alive. Only then did I understand how anxious they were for me when I was young. It was not fear. , but a loneliness worse than fear, after you left me, I felt like I was going to die."

Zhu Yanfeng grabbed his hand and said seriously: "I'm sorry..."

Huang Yanru smiled: "I'm sorry? You suddenly apologized to me. You made me think you did something wrong to me again."

Zhu Yanfeng stroked his strands of hair lightly again, feeling that the strands of hair were dry, he combed his hair into a bun, then carefully combed the hair on both side temples and the strands of hair on the nape of his neck, and replied: "If I say' It's all over', you will think I'm heartless, it's better to say 'I'm sorry' to make you feel better."

Huang Yan said: "It's hard to take a vacation today, you said 'I'm sorry', it really ruined the atmosphere."

Zhu Yanfeng confessed: "Sometimes, I don't know how to really comfort you."

Huang Yan turned around and reminded: "Do you remember what the ancestors said? The ancestors said 'talk less, do more'. Comforting people is not just about talking."

Zhu Yanfeng replied: "Then don't say that I hurt you."

Huang Yan looked at the sky, and said again: "It's still early, how about going out for a walk?"

Zhu Yanfeng agreed without thinking: "Okay."

After a while, the two passed slowly through a bamboo forest. The dense bamboo branches swayed gently in the breeze, and there were bursts of 'rustling' sounds in the ears, which made people feel peaceful.

Huang Yan looked at the surrounding bamboo branches as he walked, as if he was a little interested.Zhu Yanfeng turned his head to see his expression, and asked, "Do you want to take some back?"

Huang Yan replied: "Bamboo leaves in this season are not suitable for making tea. What should I do with them? It's just for casual viewing."

Zhu Yanfeng only regretted: "It's a pity that the bamboo leaves fall quickly, so I can't put them in a vase to enjoy them for a few days."

There were a few tiny bugs crawling on a section of bamboo branch, it was hard to notice without paying attention, but Huang Yan noticed it and looked at these black bugs.Seeing him stop suddenly, Zhu Yanfeng also looked over, and asked again: "What is that, an ant?"

Huang Yan didn't want to be sure what kind of bug it was, but when he saw the bug, he suddenly remembered something, and said: "I went to the palace before, and I took a look at the condition of He Xiang's son."

Zhu Yanfeng was curious: "Is he sick?"

Huang Yan replied: "He seems to have been poisoned by a voodoo. He has been in a coma for a long time. I heard that he will suddenly go berserk and take people's lives. He will not be quiet until he drinks human blood. When I went to see him, Tian Yun's ten fingers were all dead. There are wounds."

Zhu Yanfeng asked: "Who put such a terrible Gu on him?"

Huang Yan replied: "It's Lian Mi."

Zhu Yanfeng asked again: "Do you know this person?"

Huang Yan confessed frankly: "He joined Mufeng Club, and his younger brother was my servant boy, and because of him, I couldn't adopt that child as an adopted son."

Zhu Yanfeng suddenly realized: "So he is that elder brother." Then he was puzzled: "He should have no enmity with Prince Ge Yunjun, why did he suddenly get a Gu?"

Huang Yan said: "Someone must have ordered it."

Zhu Yanfeng guessed: "The mastermind of the serial murder?"

Huang Yan said: "Maybe it's my adopted daughter, or maybe it's him, who has already sent someone to ask Penglai Xuanjun to heal her."

Zhu Yanfeng replied: "If it's useful, it's the best."

Huang Yan suggested: "Why don't you write a letter to the palace and ask about the child's condition? You used to be the teacher who taught him literature."

Zhu Yanfeng thought about it, and thought it was feasible, so he generously agreed: "Tomorrow." After saying that, he raised his hand to brush away the strands of hair that brushed Huang Yan's face, and couldn't help but hug him gently.

The breeze passed by, and the rustling of bamboo leaves sounded again, as if trying to cover up the subtle sound of the four petals being entangled.The two unknowingly entangled with cloves, tasting each other's jade dew, Zhu Yanfeng took advantage of the situation and robbed Huang Yan's neck, and stopped only here.

Huang Yan rested his chin on Zhu Yanfeng's shoulder, and said with a smile: "When I came back, I passed by the market, and I saw people gathered together for the second couplet. The first couplet is a bit like you just now."

Zhu Yanfeng was curious: "Like me just now...?"

Huang Yan asked: "Do you want to know? Don't regret it."

Zhu Yanfeng simply said: "I won't regret it, just tell me."

Huang Yan thought for a while, then said: "I heard they said the first couplet is 'Taoist steal persimmons and sell them in the market'. Can you hear it? Taoist priests stole persimmons and sold them in the market."

Zhu Yanfeng was puzzled: "This...is very similar to me just now?"

Huang Yan reminded him: "It's all a sudden robbery halfway."

Zhu Yanfeng thought for a while, and said bluntly: "I actually think it makes sense, but I'm curious about the second line."

Huang Yan demanded: "Why don't you try to see each other."

While thinking about it, Zhu Yanfeng said: "This Shanglian sounds quite embarrassing, maybe I'm sorry." After thinking for a while, he had an idea, and said: "Yes! The cat sees it! Persimmon is just salivating and doing nothing but messing around."

Huang Yan held his hand, continued to walk forward slowly, and replied: "It's interesting that you're right."

Zhu Yanfeng took the opportunity to ask: "I would like to know how Yan'er treats the second couplet."

Huang Yan smiled generously and said: "My second couplet is... the master is ashamed when he loses his bottle and gets wet. Master is ashamed after hearing that he dropped his wine glass and got wet all over because he couldn't follow the etiquette."

Zhu Yanfeng couldn't help but seriously said: "You'd better not tell Master, in case Master misunderstood something."

Huang Yan said with a smile: "Eldest senior brother thinks too much, so master won't think so much. Taoist priests also have their own masters."

Zhu Yanfeng thought for a while, and said: "The two lines can be connected, and if you add another line, you can make a poem."

Huang Yan raised the corners of his lips, opened his lips and said: "The guest officer engraved the lecture crown and necklace, and the guest officer bought the Taoist priest's persimmon with the crown hat and necklace after watching for a while."

Zhu Yanfeng laughed and said: "Taoist priests steal persimmons and sell them in the market, spitting cicadas in their mouths and lingering wildly, the master loses his bottle and obeys shame, and the guest officer engraves the class crown wreath. Every sentence is a real thing in the world."

The author says:

Four consecutive couplets, only the upper couplet "Taoist steals persimmons and sells them in the market" is ready-made. It is unknown who made the upper couplet, so I only continued the last three sentences.