sea ​​ballad

Chapter 77
###077 Old friends meet
Excluding the hummingbirds that carry messages back and forth between the various stations, there are a total of 21 hummingbirds staying in Qixia Mountain.

There is a green hummingbird outside Xunwu Pavilion where An Zhuyan lives temporarily. From the first day he came, he has never left Xunwu Pavilion.He didn't care that there was a bird watching him all the time.Over time, I developed some affection for this hummingbird.

It seems that he is just a doctor who treats diseases, and he has been alone for so many years. Now he has a smart and beautiful bird to accompany him every day, and he is happy in it.

But now, the little bird is not on any leaf, but curled up and prostrate on the ground.

An Zhuyan walked quickly to the tree, and gently lifted the dying bird.After being lifted up by An Zhuyan, the little bird flapped its wings feebly twice, as if it also recognized this person who accompanied him every day.

An Zhuyan was confused for a moment, the corners of his mouth trembled, and he burst into tears like a child, feeling even more anxious.No matter how good your own medical skills are, so what?Nowadays, he doesn't say anything about not saving the bird in the face of death, but he has the intention to save it. Humans and animals are different, but his skills can't keep the bird alive for a moment.

"The spring waves are cold and gentle, the east and west of the Han River,

How can I endure it, how boring my heart is, tomorrow will be more important, I can't stay in front of the window for a month.

Can't keep it. "

The little bird seemed to understand his sorrow, and struggled a few more times. Suddenly, its body tightened, and its soft feathers instantly became rough. An Zhuyan felt only a few drops of warmth in his hands. When he looked at the bird again, he had closed his eyes. A stiff dead bird.

The two bits of blue-gray left on his hand didn't smell strange when he got close to them. An Zhuyan was a doctor, so he naturally understood that birds, like humans, looked the same when they died.

Even when the emperor died, he was just like ordinary people.

It's just that the hummingbird died strangely, with no wounds or poisoning on its body.There were only a few feathers around the right eye that seemed to have been burned by tiny needlepoints, two little hey-hey dots.

If it weren't for the bright and neat coat of this hummingbird, this little difference would be hard to notice.However, this bird was born to perfection, and An Zhuyan was observant of every detail, so this small injury did not escape his eyes.

An Zhuyan's face was serious, but his fingertips were as light as feathers. He touched the wound and exclaimed, "It's not good."

Before he finished speaking, a man was seen floating in front of the mulberry tree. With a flick of his robe sleeves, a strong wind blew out.An Zhuyan hurriedly jumped back. Before he could see clearly who was coming, he flicked again, and streaks of silver passed in front of his eyes.

An Zhuyan dodged towards the east, and when he landed gently, he saw only a few stars on the ground. Under the starlight, all the vegetation withered in a matter of seconds.

“The colorful clouds have gone and never come back, and the fish and insects have no place to stay.
The lonely soul in the east mountain looks up, and the wild ghosts in the west forest weep.

White dew and withered weeds meet each other and share the same underworld,
There is no road here, only broken souls. "

"It's really you."

An Zhuyan hummed in a low voice: "Life is bitter and death is sorrowful. It is not as good as a cup of warm wine to break the soul."

"Oh? I thought you had forgotten me." The man said, "Are you satisfied with this meeting gift?"

An Zhuyan stepped back a few feet, four feet away from the man, and said, "I wonder what Master Ming Poison is here for?"

The man known as the Poison Master had a sad face, his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be put into a narrow box, huddled together in a ferocious manner, and then suddenly let go, regaining his heroic appearance.

"You look better with a beard than your original grimace. Yu Wenchang, I'm living happily here, and I haven't done anything to bother you. Why did you come here today?"

Although An Zhuyan didn't want to get close to that person, he had no fear in his heart.If I usually feel flustered when I think of him, now that we see each other today, there is nothing to hide from.There is no need to go to the Three Treasures Palace. Since you are here, you must not be able to spend it casually.

It's better to see what wine is in Yu Wenchang's gourd today and what medicine is hidden in the sleeves of his robe.

Yu Wenchang said: "My father died because your father stood by and did nothing. Do you think there is a grudge between you and me for killing my father?"

"I don't know what happened in the past. I was only six years old at that time."

"An Zhuyan was already proficient in pharmacology when he was six years old. There is no injury in the world that you cannot cure, and there is no disease that you cannot treat well. You can also cure the dead people."

An Zhuyan laughed loudly after hearing this, shook his head and sighed: "It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous, it's really ridiculous. If you didn't think about seeking revenge on me all day long, and spent more time reading books about sages, you wouldn't have said it now. These are words that a three-year-old kid will laugh at. It seems that you don’t read, and you like to study some unpopular poisonous things. You and the insect dancer are the ones who have the same interests in Liuji Hall. Why don’t you go back and get married later? Let’s kill these insect sisters.”

"How could I take the trivial tricks of Yin Si and Yin Dew into consideration? There is only one nail in my eyes, and today I am here to get rid of this nail."

A gaze, a killing move.

He raised his left hand and waved his right hand, and several points of silver light shot straight towards An Zhuyan.

This time An Zhu didn't retreat but advanced, and went towards the silver light, with his left arm slashing horizontally, a strand of golden thread, ethereal and invisible.

Why is love so difficult? It's so lonely.Since the sun and the moon fly by, life and death are impermanent.

The golden thread spins around like a luan and a phoenix singing in harmony in the clouds.

64 silks are woven into a string, and the slight sound rises quickly, and then quietly swirls again, as if it is condensed with green smoke.

When Yuwen Chang saw that the 64 small arrows were used as knitting threads by An Zhuyan, he was very upset. He didn't want to show it on his face and let An Zhuyan laugh, so he could only endure the depression and said: "I didn't expect that I haven't seen you for so many years. He actually developed the ability to weave strings through the air. If the previous Supreme Medicine Master knew that you didn’t treat illnesses and save people well, and spent all your time learning some leisurely and fancy skills, I wonder if he wouldn’t be able to close his eyes even in the coffin.”

An Zhuyan landed lightly, and Youyou sighed calmly, "Now do you think you came here in the wrong way?"

"Huh, you want to stop me with this little ability?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the mulberry trees swayed, the wind suddenly rose, the sky suddenly became gloomy, leaves fell, and dust flew.

"That's enough." An Zhuyan, who usually spoke weakly, suddenly roared.

The raised dust fell into the air, wondering whether to let it fall or continue to fly.

"You and I don't have to fight anymore. It's really boring to have a business where no one can kill the other." An Zhuyan shook his head and walked forward calmly and generously.

When he walked up to Yu Wenchang, he patted him on the shoulder and said seriously: "The silver needle you shot the first time was poisonous. But the second time, none of the 64 strands were stained with poison. You clearly know I don’t want to take my life. And my Moon Shuttle can only shuttle freely on 64 silk threads at most. If you practice to 81 silk threads, I’m afraid that even if I have the skill of Xianyun, I won’t be able to weave the night cloth star all over the body. And retreat.”

Yu Wenchang was even more angry when An Zhuyan hit his mark. His originally strong and upright face was filled with dark clouds, as if everyone in the world owed him something.

(End of this chapter)