Chang'an India

The Lost Seal is three inches long and three inches wide, with a square shape and hard to distinguish material, neither stone nor iron, and it is strange to start with.

The front side of the seal is engraved with patterned reliefs, which can recognize mountains, rivers, vegetation, and exotic animals. The carving craftsmanship is exquisite; In the records handed down from generation to generation in the treasure book, if one wants to find out which dynasty and generation the characters with complicated strokes belonged to, there is no way to test them. At least there is no record in the history books which dynasty used such complicated characters.

Bian Yonglan had never seen what the Chang'an seal actually looked like, and he didn't even know that there was such a seal in the treasure house in the palace.He thought that Tan Shan must have seen the real thing, but when asked, the eminent monk only replied two words: never.

"Okay, you haven't seen such a small thing, and I haven't seen it before, where are you going to find it?" Wan Jianghou asked jokingly, "by fate?"

Tan Shan didn't answer, he raised his bamboo stick and pointed at the mountains outside the town.

The Marquis of Wan Jiang didn't understand what it meant, so he even guessed: "Is it printed in the mountain?"

"Rely on mountain climbing," the eminent monk said surprisingly, he led the donkey and said, "Climb high and look far away, let's go."

The mountains outside the town are endless, undulating like jade silk, which is a good place for outing in spring.Among them, the most famous scenery is a high mountain called "Pengan Peak". It is luxuriant, but it is bare at the top, only strange rocks, which look like a brush inserted upside down from a distance.

There is a folk legend: In the ancient times, the primordial world was first opened, the sun and the moon were out of order, the world was full of miasma, poisonous beasts, and floods and earthquakes disturbed the people's livelihood.The golden fairy outside the sky couldn't bear to see the miserable situation of the people, so he threw the magic brush in his hand to the world, and the magic brush took root in the ground.

The Marquis of Wan Jiang himself bears a legend of good luck, but he scoffs at these fabricated folk legends.

Regardless of other things, is this how to use one stroke to determine the universe?Even he, who can fall asleep after reading three pages of a book, knows it's a fart.

"You donkey's legs are fast. Although my 'Flying Star' has not let go to run, it is not something that ordinary donkeys can keep up with."

Bian Yonglan loves horses, and there are dozens of famous horses in the mansion, and some less expensive ones are kept in the royal horse farm. Among them, the two famous horses of a compatriot are the ones he likes the most. The older brother named them "Flying Stars". ", and the name of the younger filly is "Chasing the Moon".

What makes these two horses most suitable for Marquis Jiang is not that they run fast, but that they are extremely smart.

Just because the horse is smart, he rode the horse and ran for a while and saw the clue: the flying star could not outrun the little donkey, but it dared not run in front of the donkey.

What was even more annoying was that the donkey insisted on getting close to his horse, and wanted to get closer after running for a while, but slowed down to avoid it as soon as it got close to the horse.

But can the Marquis of Jiang admit that his precious horse is afraid of a little donkey?he can not!

"Beaver slave, don't be naughty again."

Tan Shan was still dressed in a neat gray cloth monk robe, even riding a donkey would not hinder his immaculate demeanor of an eminent monk.

... Can you tell me again what is the name of your donkey?

Wan Jianghou glanced at the little beast with mottled fur, and put back the question that came to his lips.

He figured it out, since this monk can do things like "climb to the top of the mountain and look around, and find a print that is not as big as half a palm", so he can name a donkey "Beaver Slave" Nothing surprising either.

And bridle to the foot of Bigan Mountain, and then walked along the mountain road for more than half an hour, there was no more gentle road ahead, Bian Yonglan got off his horse, tied his beloved horse in a remote woods, and told: "Don't eat weeds, don't Run around."

In fact, the horse was well tied up, and he couldn't run around. He just took the horse away because he was worried that some tourists would stray into the forest by mistake.

"With the care of the raccoon slave, you can rest assured."

Tan Shan seemed to be really relieved of his donkey, he didn't tie the donkey, and went up the mountain with his bamboo stick.Bian Yonglan was about to follow, but felt his arms sinking, and when he lowered his eyes, he saw a donkey's head, which was heavily plunged into his arms.

"It turns out that you don't like my horse, you little thing, but you like me?" Hou Mingming of the Jiangjiang used to dislike it as a little bastard, but now seeing it getting close to him, he became happy again, "Little bastard" also Became a "little thing".

"The woods are densely packed, and I don't know if there are any tigers." Marquis Wan Jiang had a parental feeling about his own horse and other people's donkeys, "I'll take them both later."

"With the raccoon slaves around, the benefactor doesn't need to worry."

After Tan Shan finished speaking, he went first, and when Bian Yonglan followed, he took the initiative to ask, "Have you ever learned the art of controlling beasts?"

"No, how do you say that?"

"Beaver slaves have never been so close to others."

"That's why Ben Hou and it fall in love with each other," Wan Jiang Hou smiled, "Wen Qing often said that I have a temper like a donkey."

"..." Tan Shan thought in his heart, you have the problem of not speaking well, but you don't distinguish between the enemy and the enemy.

Bigan Peak is indeed steep, even if Bian Yonglan and Tan Shan's foot strength is different from ordinary people, it is already the end of Shenyang and the beginning of the year to reach the top of the peak.

"I really want to know, besides this vast sea of ​​clouds, what else can you see?"

The Marquis of Wanjiang calmed down his breathing, and looked up, the sun had not yet set, and there were white lights everywhere.In this group of mountains, only the top of the pen pole is higher than the top of the clouds, like an isolated island floating on the sea of ​​white clouds.

"If you want to know, then go and see for yourself."

Bian Yonglan heard the person next to him say something, turned his head to ask again, but saw the monk raised his hand in a mudra, and gently touched the center of his brow with his finger.

Martial arts practitioners shouldn't close their eyes when there is something close to them, but he closed them subconsciously, only feeling a warm temperature between his eyebrows in the cold wind blowing at the top of the mountain, which was fleeting.

Tan Shan had already opened his mind when he was climbing the mountain, and now he shared the scenery in his mind with his fellow travelers, with a soft tone in his mouth, as if he was afraid of disturbing the world, he asked him in a low voice: "Look at What did you see there?"

"........."

"That's the direction of the capital."

"So..." Marquis Wan Jiang followed him in a soft tone, and murmured, "...so there really are dragons in this world."

"There are no dragons in this world, but there is still a dragon spirit, which will last forever and never live or die."

Tan Shan and Bian Yonglan looked side by side together, and it was rare that there was a trace of turbulence in his words.He is a cultivator, and it is not the first time he has seen this scene, but no matter how many times he has seen it, it is still magnificent.

I saw a golden dragon lying on the sea of ​​clouds in the distance, using the cloud as a couch, sleeping with its eyes closed.

The body of the dragon is not a real thing, but auspicious, golden light, like mist and fog, guarding the place where the capital is located from the sky.

Many years ago, when he climbed the peak with his master and learned how to observe the energy of mountains and rivers, he once saw the giant dragon transformed from dragon energy open its eyes once.

The fetish with the same life as the heaven and the earth sees no time in the world, but he sees the vicissitudes of the world, the cold, the heat, and the prosperity.

"Yonglan, the lost square seal is actually not an auspicious thing."

Marquis Wan Jiang came back to his senses, and looked at the monk in surprise, not knowing whether it was because he suddenly called his name, or because of the words in his mouth.

"But it's true that the seal can affect the energy of a country. Look at that place again," Tan Shan pointed to the northeast with his staff, "maybe you can see the difference?"

"It's hard to see."

Bian Yonglan has never practiced any visualization method, so he can't see any abnormal phenomena there, but the sky in the far distance seems to be grayer than other places.

"Let's take a look in the direction of Youzhou," Tan Shan said after a slight pause, and then he spoke again, telling an anecdote that no one in the court has ever heard of, "This Chang'an seal has been used by my court since the founding of the dynasty. The master is kept in the palace, just to take advantage of the fate of the emperor, who is favored by the dragon energy, to temporarily suppress it and prevent it from causing trouble."

"The seal is a dead thing, and the cause of the trouble is probably a human?"

"The name of the seal is Chang'an," Tan Shan said in a low voice without answering his question, "but only by suppressing this seal can the world be safe."

The two walked faster when they went down the mountain, but it was already night when they approached the foot of the mountain.Bian Yonglan stopped suddenly, snorted coldly and said, "Will you come out by yourself, or should I ask you to come out with a knife?"

It was a word of invitation, but the invitation was full of murderous intent.

Tan Shan stood by his side, his expression was not surprised, but he also felt it.

In the dense forest shrouded in night, seven shadows darker than the night suddenly jumped out, three and four separated, four rushed away, and three surrounded Tan Shan.

The edge of the surging waves did not retreat but met. When the sword was drawn, the sound of golden cries resounded through the forest, frightening the flying birds.

It wasn't that he refused to take care of the blind monk, but he felt that the monk had nothing to take care of.

The Marquis of Wan Jiang has not forgotten that last night in the inn, Tan Shan held down his saber with one hand, and had the ability to push himself to get closer to the ghost with one palm.

But as soon as he got into the battle, Bian Yonglan had one enemy and four without losing the wind, but suddenly withdrew and retreated, running away.

He had to escape because he sensed a strong wind coming from behind his head—not that he couldn't handle the front and rear attacks, but that Tan Shan was behind him.

Under what circumstances can the three assassins who besieged the monk choose one to attack him?

Naturally, it was because the visitor discovered within a few strokes that keeping two men was enough to deal with this monk.

Marquis Wan Jiang's movement is as fast as his saber, even dragging a person without any difficulty, like a bird passing through the dense forest, he escaped a certain distance before hiding himself behind a boulder, cursing softly: "Are you really Can't see or is your brain sick? They want your life, so you talk to them about compassion?"

"I can see it, but I'm not good at martial arts." Tan Shan's tone was not like being dragged out of life just now by the edge of a knife, calm and calm.

"Ah? Then in the inn..."

"All formed ghosts have ghosts, and among ghosts, even you are no match for me," Tan Shan exaggerated and said, "But the visitors are not ghosts."

……Fine.

The Marquis of Wanjiang had nothing to say, and was so angry that he pulled his hair.

Just now, he was afraid that it would be too late to save people, so he withdrew too hastily, he would lower his head to avoid the sword attack, the blade cut off his crown of hair, now his hair is disheveled, very annoying.

"You said that you don't even have the time to save your life. If you didn't have me on this journey, do you want to save them by reciting sutras?"

"..." Before Tan Shan could answer, he felt that the other party stretched out his hand and unfastened his blindfold twice, and he heard him say: "I offended you, let me use this rag of yours."

The night was so dark that he couldn't see his fingers, but Tan Shan used his mind to see things, and he could see clearly whether there was light or not.

Marquis Wan Jiang sulked with a stern face, and the three thousand troubles softened the contours of his face, and his anger became less majestic, leaving only a skin that even the beloved concubines in the palace secretly envied.

But even the harshest and most inoffensive speech officer never said that he served the emperor in Israel once, not because he was afraid of offending the emperor and losing his head, but because he really felt that he couldn't say it—Bian Yonglan's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and he curled up neatly Tighten the hair band in a circle, then raise your eyes, and give back to the court a Marquis of the River, and give back to the Jianghu a surging knife!

He raised the corner of his mouth slightly, looked at the murderer who had been chasing him, and said with a soft smile: "Master, since you can't stop me from killing people, just follow behind and recite a sutra, and do your best to treat guests Bar."

Marquis Wan Jiang never used a pseudonym when he went out, anyway, no one who saw his face once would forget it.

Not because he is beautiful.

It is because he is as evil as Shura.

The author has something to say: a little typo has been changed, so there is no need to re-read the first two chapters.