Zhuxian Ertianhuo

Yan Xiaoan was not in a hurry to be happy, but wiped it with his hand and put it under his nose, sniffed it, but he didn't know what else he could smell besides the smell of pastries.

Yan Xiaoan was stunned for a moment, frowned slightly, then suddenly smiled and said, "It's all right, she's safe."

Yan Xiaoan straightened up, and heaved a sigh of relief, feeling relieved, with a hint of happiness.

"That's really great." Zhou Xiaohuan also became happy and said with a smile.

Yan Xiaoan nodded and said with a smile: "It should be taken away by an expert, and there is no malice."

Yan Xiaoan handed the letter to Zhou Xiaohuan, and continued: "Look carefully at the writing on it, it was definitely not written by Su Zhixin. First of all, the handwriting is beautiful, and she couldn't write it without practicing for more than ten years. It was written in ink, but directly written with fingers by virtue of Taoism."

Zhou Xiaohuan took it over and saw that it was indeed the case, and immediately admired: "Ah, you are so careful."

"Haha, no way." After confirming that Su Zhixin was safe, Yan Xiaoan was in a good mood, scratched his head and smiled sheepishly.

Zhou Xiaohuan smiled and looked at this handsome young man who was a bit stubborn on the hill just now, but there was a trace of inexplicable bitterness in his eyes.When no one was looking, sighed softly, softly

"Cough." A light cough.

Yan Xiaoan looked sideways, but Zhou Yixian coughed and took a step forward leaning on a green bamboo stick, and said, "Since there is nothing wrong, can I ask you a few questions?"

But Yan Xiaoan waved his hand and said, "No hurry." He pointed to the coffin beside him, his gaze fixed, "Help me find a place with a good geomantic omen, bury her first, and then leave here as soon as possible."

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Naturally, Daoist Wild Dog became a coolie under Zhou Xiaohuan's signal, carrying the coffin instead of Yan Xiaoan along the way.

Daoist Wild Dog is weird, maybe he is not happy to be a coolie for no reason, he always looks at Yan Xiaoan with vicious eyes, and occasionally he mutters alone, but inadvertently looking at Yan Xiaoan's eyes seems to be still There is a touch of fear.

Yan Xiaoan only had four words to comment on this: Epilepsy is not mild!

Fortunately, he was obedient to Zhou Xiaohuan and could still be controlled, otherwise Yan Xiaoan wouldn't go with them even if he was killed.

Along the way to the north, among the undulating mountains, Su Zhixin's mother was buried on a barren hill.

Zhou Xiaohuan said that this is a treasure land of geomantic omen, nest wind, facing the sun, front slope, back hill, there is a spring at the bottom of the slope, and the water in the spring is prosperous.Facing south and backing north, the east mountain is higher than the west mountain, and the blue dragon overwhelms the white tiger.The burial man is full of gold and jade, and the burial woman shades the children and grandchildren.

Yan Xiaoan refused the help of Taoist Wild Dog, digging the tomb, putting the coffin in, and planting the soil, but did not leave a tombstone.

During the whole process, including Yan Xiaoan, no one spoke, the three of them just watched quietly.

Under the night sky, in the night wind, everything is over.Yan Xiaoan stood in front of the tomb in a daze for a long while without moving, no one knew what he was thinking.

Is it Su Zhixin?Or the mother I have never met?Or...other.

Until Zhou Xiaohuan patted him on the shoulder lightly, regained his senses, and the group of four continued to go north.

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It was another morning with a cool breeze blowing, with a bit of humidity and chill.

The sun in the distant sky gradually poked its head out, and its vast rays of light sprinkled on the sky and the earth, illuminating the world.In the ordinary world, people start to hear chickens, and smoke rises from the kitchen. In the quiet mountain forest all night, the crisp chirping of birds begins to ring out, welcoming this new day.

Luyang City in the distance seems to be bathed in the brilliance of the rising sun, covered with a layer of dazzling golden clothes, it stands there, standing silently and quietly

To the north of Luyang City, in a mountain depression, among the rocks and weeds, there were nearly ten corpses of black-clothed men lying here and there. There was no blood on their bodies, and there were no obvious wounds on their bodies. Something terrible happened.

A middle-aged man looked at the scene in front of him, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and his eyes seemed to burst into flames.

Standing two steps behind the middle-aged man is a scholar, but his face is indifferent, and there is a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

The scholar took two steps forward, stood side by side beside the middle-aged man, looked at the pile of dead bodies, and said slowly, "All the people who didn't return last night are here."

As he spoke, he glanced at the middle-aged man, and said, "How should I explain this to the clan?"

The middle-aged man clenched his teeth and remained silent.

The scholar didn't look at him again, and walked away like a walk, saying: "I have advised you not to pamper your worthless son too much, and also, when that woman came to ask for the bones, just give her a box." Ashes and a little silver are enough, but you have to do everything. Begrudging money lacks resourcefulness and wisdom, and is arrogant and domineering."

The middle-aged man was taken aback, turned his head abruptly, stared at the scholar angrily, and shouted: "Li Mo, you are presumptuous!" It seemed that he had never expected that the person who was usually submissive to him would dare to treat him like this.

"Hum..." the scholar curled up his mouth, and smiled contemptuously, "Zhuzi, it's not enough and tricky."

As soon as the words fell, a gust of wind rose from the ground, forming a wall of air three feet away from the scholar.

As soon as the scholar raised his hand, a clear light burst out and turned into a blue fairy sword. He raised the sword and dropped it, and a frightened and angry head rolled up into the dust.

The scholar didn't even look at the headless corpse that fell to the ground and sprayed blood, "I don't know how much your head is worth."

Stepping on the fairy sword, stroked his long sleeves, and walked away.

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Having been busy all night, cultivators are physically stronger than ordinary people, and casual cultivators like Zhou Xiaohuan are running around, so the fatigue is naturally not a big deal.

The strange thing is Yan Xiaoan, even though the mist rises and falls in the morning, the grass and trees in the forest are already covered with a layer of frost.I usually feel that I am dying of cold, so I have to do morning classes to drive away the cold, to draw spiritual energy into the body, and to transform the qi into the body to generate yang.Now, instead, I feel like my whole body is full of strength, and the injury from last night has disappeared without a trace.But the most relaxing thing was psychologically. After burying Su's mother, Su Zhixin was rescued by an expert. It was already dangerous to go north to Qingyun by himself.

The mist is rippling, the morning light is faint, and a small house is looming on the horizon ahead, with a yellowed cover hanging on the eaves, swaying back and forth with the breeze.

A lonely tavern on the side of the official road is also a simple inn.To entertain businessmen and hawkers coming and going, especially for those businessmen who leave or go to Luyang City, this is the only way to pass.

In the border of Youzhou, such a place can only be seen to the north of Luyang City, otherwise, who would dare to leave the city and come out alone in the border where monsters and beasts are rampant.

The tavern looks quite dilapidated from the outside, and I don't know how much wind, frost, rain and snow it has experienced.

Daoist Wild Dog stepped forward and patted hard on the broken wooden door, shouting loudly, his tone was very blunt: "Is anyone there? There are guests coming. The door will not be opened early in the morning, do you want to do it?"

Yan Xiaoan frowned as she watched, the broken door was about to be overwhelmed, and the red blessing characters faded after the wind and rain had rotted into pieces and fell down rustlingly.

After a while, someone inside hurriedly responded: "Here, come, guest officer, wait a moment."

After a while, a 40-year-old man pushed open the door. He was the waiter and the owner of the shop. He was obviously disturbed in his sleep, and his eyes were hazy. There were few customers in autumn, and there was no one in the shop. Even in the season when businessmen come and go frequently, few people are willing to live in such a simple place.Looking up, four people actually came early this morning, they looked like fortune tellers, there were both men, women and children, and the combination was strange.

Taoist Wild Dog pushed the shop owner away with one hand, and entered the door with a fierce look on his face.Yan Xiaoan bowed his head to the shop owner with a smiling face and went in, only to see that although the house was dilapidated, it was very simple and tidy, and the shop owner was also a hardworking person.

The room is not big, with four square tables, a few benches and a few wine jars on the counter.

The four of them sat down, Zhou Yixian and Yan Xiaoan sat opposite each other, Yan Xiaoan was on the left with Taoist Wild Dog, and on the right was Zhou Xiaohuan.

The owner of the store was obviously in a bad mood, but he didn't dare to neglect the guests, so he had no choice but to go up to him and said: "The guest officer came too early. Unfortunately, there is no food yet. If you want wine, I can warm it up for you." pot."

Without waiting for others to speak, Yan Xiaoan untied the gourd from his waist, and said first: "You boil the wine in this gourd of mine first, then cook some meals quickly, and refill my gourd by the way."

As he spoke, he handed the gourd to the shop owner, who took it and said yes.Yan Xiaoan seemed to have suddenly remembered something, raised his head and said: "You don't have to be afraid of being late for the meal, you must cook it well and try to make it as rich as possible. Money is not a problem."

The store owner glanced at Yan Xiaoan and smiled, then turned and left

As soon as the shop owner turned around, Yan Xiaoan put the bag on the table, opened it, and said, "Let's eat some dry food and dried meat first, and the food may have to wait for a while."

Zhou Yixian and Zhou Xiaohuan smiled, nodded, and picked up the dry food.But Taoist Wild Dog on the side didn't care about other things, just picked it up and ate it, Zhou Xiaohuan who was sitting opposite him immediately gave him an angrily look, Taoist Wild Dog slammed his whole body, and almost choked.

Yan Xiaoan thought it was funny, turned his eyes and glanced at the opposite side, and saw Zhou Yixian picked up a piece of dry food, but didn't move his mouth, as if he was thinking about something.

Zhou Yixian quickly noticed his gaze, and the two looked at each other, as if they couldn't wait any longer, put down the dry food, smiled and said: "Little friend, can I ask you a few questions?"

As soon as this remark came out, Daoist Wild Dog and Zhou Xiaohuan stopped eating at the same time, and looked at Yan Xiaoan together, it seemed that what Zhou Xian asked was of great importance.

Yan Xiaoan looked left and right, and all three of them had serious faces, especially Zhou Yixian, who looked focused and serious like an old pedant, who was no longer the charlatan that Yan Xiaoan saw through when he first saw him. There is a stark difference.

Yan Xiaoan thought that they seemed to have something to ask since last night, so she nodded.

Zhou Zhouxian pondered for a while, as if he was thinking about how to speak, and after a long while, he slowly opened his mouth and said, "Do you know a person named Bi Yao?"

The wild dog Taoist and Zhou Xiaohuan on both sides straightened up unconsciously, staring at Yan Xiaoan,

Yan Xiaoan was startled, and was about to answer that he didn't know each other, but when he looked up again, he saw the eyes of the three of them were fixed on him.Yan Xiaoan blinked, not knowing why they were looking forward to it so much, but she couldn't answer without thinking, so she thought for a while, but there was still no memory of the person named 'Biyao' in her mind.

Yan Xiaoan pondered for a moment, and the three of them became tense, and Zhou Xiaohuan's hands were tightly clenched into fists in his sleeve robe.

"I don't know." Yan Xiaoan could only shake his head.

Suddenly, the three of them frowned almost at the same time.

"Boy, don't lie to me." Taoist Wild Dog's complexion was unfriendly, his eyes were wide open, like a vicious dog about to devour people.

It was rare that Zhou Xiaohuan didn't stop him, and after being surprised, he looked thoughtful.

Yan Xiaoan shook his head again, and said, "I really don't know you."

Taoist Wild Dog opened his mouth, wanting to say something else, but Zhou Yixian raised his hand to stop him, and said, "Then can you tell us about yourself? What are you going to do in Luyang City?"

Daoist Yegou stopped, and didn't dare to make any radical moves. He looked at Yan Xiaoan viciously, as if saying: Let's see how you can answer.

Yan Xiaoan leaned to Zhou Xiaohuan on the right, and at the same time put his hands under the table to take the fang magic weapon from the right sleeve to the left sleeve, and said: "I'm just passing through Luyang City, and I have to continue going north."

"Where?"

"Qingyunmen." Yan Xiaoan said without thinking.Originally, he didn't intend to hide his whereabouts.

"What?" Daoist Wild Dog was startled, yelled, and stood up straight away, almost knocking over the table.Looking at the other two, they also had expressions of shock, almost like a wild dog Taoist.

Yan Xiaoan shook his hand, and almost thrust his fangs into Taoist Wild Dog. Fortunately, Taoist Wild Dog stood up and stared blankly at Yan Xiaoan with wide-eyed eyes, showing an incredulous expression, and did not move.Otherwise, he would have been poisoned and died at this moment.

After a while, Zhou Yixian pressed his hand down, signaling Taoist Wild Dog to sit down.

Daoist Yegou didn't pay attention to it, and didn't even look at Zhou Xian, but looked deeply at Zhou Xiaohuan. Under her horrified face at the beginning, there were complex and indescribable emotions in her clear eyes.Taoist Yegou slowly closed his eyes, then suddenly opened them again, flung his sleeves, turned around and left, and said loudly: "I won't listen." After speaking, he stood at the door and looked into the distance.

The moment he turned around, even Yan Xiaoan could tell that it was boundless loneliness and desolation.

Yan Xiaoan frowned tightly.

Zhou Yixian didn't care about the actions of the wild dog Taoist, his eyes stayed on Yan Xiaoan all the time.

In Yan Xiaoan's heart, Taoist Wild Dog looks vicious, if Zhou Xiaohuan hadn't saved his life last night and helped him bury Su Zhixin's mother, otherwise Yan Xiaoan would never have sat down with Taoist Wild Dog so close.

Judging from this period of time, it seems that he has epilepsy or not, but it seems that he is emotionally unstable and has a violent temper, but he will fight himself at any time.But now even though he walked away, Yan Xiaoan was not happy.Yan Xiaoan felt that there must be something in it that she didn't know.

Yan Xiaoan gradually withdrew his gaze.

Zhou Xiaohuan stared blankly at Daoist Wild Dog, staring silently at his tall body, like a loyal and resolute soldier standing at the door, the morning light passing through the sky, stretching his shadow long.

From the beginning to the end, she never said a word, and after the surprise, there was only indifference and a little bit of unspeakable bitterness.

"Little friend, I don't know why you went to Qingyunmen?" Zhou Yixian said with a smile, but there seemed to be some strange light shining in his eyes.

Yan Xiaoan just glanced at Zhou Yixian, and said: "My name is Yan Xiaoan, I come from Qilidong in southern Xinjiang, I am from five ethnic groups, I have no father or mother, and I have learned some Taoism and witchcraft from wizards. This time I went to Qingyunmen to learn from my master art."

After hearing this, Zhou Yixian nodded, narrowed his eyes slightly, and fell into silence.

Yan Xiaoan had already prepared this set of excuses on the road, in order to respond to Qing Yunmen's interrogation, but he passed it here first.

But he also knew that it was impossible to evade Qing Yunmen with just these two light words.

Since my uncle never told me how to pay homage to Qingyunmen or how to disguise my identity from the beginning, after thinking about it carefully along the way, uncle may not want me to be a comfortable Taoist boy in Qingyunmen, chanting After practicing Taoism.After all, Yan Xiaoan felt that it was very strange for him to go to the Qingyun sect, a leader of the righteous way, with his status as a disciple of the Demon Cult, and without any undercover mission.

If Qingyunmen wants to prove their lies, they can only go to Qilidong.It doesn't matter whether the uncle is fake or not, it just takes a long time to go back and forth.It is enough for him to find an opportunity, find that Gui Li and Zhang Xiaofan, deliver the letter, and heal himself. No matter what method he uses to heal himself, it will not rely on advanced cultivation, so he has the confidence to learn it Come here and sneak away.

Yan Xiaoan planned this for himself in Yan Hui's plan.

But at this moment, after Yan Xiaoan said this, she also fell into silence, thinking to herself: a Jianghu physiognomist, a villain, and an innocent girl, who are they?The strange thing is why he treats himself differently. Is there anything special about him?

Several people in the field had their own thoughts, and fell into silence for a while, and no one made a sound.

Only Daoist Wild Dog stood alone at the door, and the shadow behind him moved slightly like a sundial with the sunlight almost invisible, still telling the passage of time.