"Students" Conspiracy

breaking Dawn.

The jerky fish-belly Baifang struggled in the darkness, and the mist on the branches had condensed into dewdrops.

A ray of sunlight spread mightily from above the sea level, and the water sparkled and trembled.By the pier, there are already sparse crowds.

"Go to the entrance of Qianzhiling." The man was wearing a bamboo hat and a large black robe that covered his whole body, and he was carrying a girl in his teens on his back. He lowered his voice and talked with the boatman.

The boatman glanced at the man's attire.These days, it is not surprising that most of the people who take the black boat early in the morning are so mysterious.Instead, he took a second look at the girl lying on his back, wearing a crooked veil, hooking his neck with a sleepy expression.

Because of the strong fishy smell by the pier, Jing Che half-opened his eyes, covered his nose with one hand in disgust, and waved Baili Fengjian's robe impatiently with the other to urge him.

Father and daughter?It doesn't look like either, the boatman secretly speculates about the relationship between the two, is it a child bride?

But no matter what the relationship between the two is, one can tell at a glance that they must go to Qianzhiling.And this kind of people, there are nothing more than two kinds, with huge treasures, or rebellious officials and thieves, anyway, no matter what kind, they are rich people. The place: "It's too far away, I don't want to do this business."

"Ten times the price." Interrupting his words, Baili Fengjian said in a lazy and wealthy tone.

"This—" the boatman was happy when he heard the price, but he still had a businessman's face on his face, pretending to be hesitant and thinking, and it took him a long time to agree, "Okay."

But I already laughed in my heart, I didn't expect this person to be so generous.This offer, not to mention going to Qianzhiling, even if it is the business of Zhenyi people, he also does it, while saying: "You two pay twice the deposit first, and I will prepare fresh water and food, and then we can set sail. "

Without saying a word, Baili Fengjian gave him a money bag, and boarded the boat with Jing Che on his back.

The boat is not small, and the cabin is divided into three compartments with simple wooden boards, one for sundries, one for the kitchen, and one for the large bedroom.

Although there are several beds scattered all over the bedroom, it is spacious, but going to Qianzhiling requires at least three nights of floating on the sea, and it is really embarrassing for the master and apprentice to squeeze into one room.

Most of Jing Che's drowsiness had faded away, his eyes rolled around, and he didn't feel anything wrong. He pointed to the bed by the window, fearing that others would snatch her away, and announced arrogantly: "I want to sleep. This one."

Baili Fengjian put her on the bed, picked a bed at random and sat down, and habitually took out the wine gourd hanging from his waist.

After waiting for a while, the boatman boarded the boat, and the boat slowly left the shore in the direction of the rising sun. The rising sun swayed more and more enthusiastically on the window paper, which was divided into strips of gold by the carved window.

He was finally on his way home, and he was relieved to be far away from the Lincang people's territory.

The past few days have indeed been quite thrilling, even if he is as conceited and lazy as him, his nerves are tense.

The most worrying thing is the little apprentice who is too hot-tempered and has no strength to restrain the chicken.Second, he also wondered why this Jiangnan, which has always been relatively peaceful, has been experiencing various turmoil recently.Not only did he face-to-face with the Lincang army, but even the Southern Restorationists who had been hiding their power for so many years were starting to make moves.

Moreover, too many sudden and strange things happened in the past few days that he couldn't figure out.

Gu Zhan, the demon king who was sealed in the stone sculpture of the bird, is the bottom of the imperial tomb mentioned in his mouth the same place that Sui Sheng asked Ah Che to go to?And what is hidden at the bottom of the imperial mausoleum, and what does it have to do with Ah Che?And what is the relationship with the Zhenyi people?

Gu Zhan insisted on giving Ah Che the antique mirror boundary stone with complicated patterns, engraved with the word "Zhen Yi", could it be the key to enter the bottom of the imperial mausoleum?

And that senior named Su Yue who was expelled from the Sword Saint Sect, and so on... Su Yue?Baili Fengjian suddenly thought of something.

The Wangchuan Underground Palace was originally the Mausoleum of Concubine Yue, and Concubine Su Yue was the concubine of Emperor Yaohe Yuanji, and the stone carving of the bird was from the same era as Emperor Yaohe, so is this Su Yue and that Su Yue the same person? ?If it was really the same person, the disciple of the Juggernaut Sect entered the palace as a concubine, it would really be a very appalling thing.

But everything was just speculation, and he couldn't think of any clues.

That's right, aside from other people's affairs, the inexplicable seal on his shoulders is enough to bother him...

Like a mystery slowly rolling into a snowball, he tried to peel it off layer by layer to see clearly, but suddenly found that he was already in the snowball, trying to pry into the core of the secret with the posture of spying on the leopard.

Well, he's not self-obsessed either.Let's just muddle along and make all plans after returning to Jiahuang Mountain.

Unknowingly frowning, he was about to lift the gourd to take a sip, and when he raised his eyes, he saw an enlarged face in front of him. The pink and fair skin was still visible through a veil, and the girlish face in the golden sun was shining. The soft down on the upper body is faintly visible, and a pair of hazy peach blossom eyes are looking at him with a malicious expression.

"Master, didn't I finish your wine? Why are you still drinking?" He looked like an adult, with his hands behind his back and his body slightly bowed. decent.

But when it came to wine, Baili Fengjian tried his best to restrain the urge to pinch her face and lift her up and throw her directly into the sea.

He hadn't brought this matter up to blame, but the little apprentice started pointing fingers.Today, the wine in the gourd was made by him from the restaurant, and the taste was so bad that it could barely enter the throat.The wine that she unceremoniously poured out in the Wangchuan Underground Palace before was Luo Fuchun, which is hard to find in the world, and now only his Yunqin Peak has more than a dozen jars buried in the back mountain.

At that time, he was really overwhelmed by the little apprentice's involuntary anger, but now that he thought about it, he began to feel distressed.

He did not deny that he was a drunkard.He even took this as a reason for his depression.

Seeing that his face was slightly restrained and he did not speak, Jing Che quickly snatched the wine gourd from his hand, held it high above his head triumphantly, and said, "Master, if you drink too much wine, your mind will become confused. Reluctantly help you down."

"Do you dare?" He narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a biting and dangerous breath in his slow tone.

Anyone who knows how to watch words and expressions knows that if someone who used to be serious and foolish shows this kind of expression, it is a sign of anger.

Thinking that there was a precedent of the teacher and apprentice having an extremely unpleasant quarrel over alcohol, Jing Che would not do whatever he wanted this time.But Baili Fengjian underestimated her again.

To say that she doesn't know how to restrain herself is really too objective.

Jing Che will never be in this group of ordinary people.She does her own way, is bold and reckless, and has never developed the habit of looking at people's faces since she was a child, and naturally she doesn't now.What's more, if she thinks what she has done is good, she will never waver.

It was because of drinking that the master lost his fighting spirit and could not even save the world.He clearly knew that so many people were waiting for him, longing for his sword to be drawn for his people, but he refused to eat hard, only knew how to drink, only knew how to be a shrinking turtle.

He said it was because he was afraid of death, so she didn't believe it.If he was really afraid of death, he would not have faced the enemy alone in the Red Dust Inn, nor would he have fought the demon king Gu Zhan for her.He always looked drunk and didn't care, but she knew that he cared about a lot.

In her eyes, the world is divided very simply, either black or white, love or hate.She couldn't see the twists and turns of hidden secrets, she only knew that all living beings were looking forward to him, and he had this ability, so he should go to save the world.But he just drank too much, which led to occasional delirium.

So she wants to help her master.

Stretching out his hand out of the window, the wind made his robe rattle.The wine in the gourd swayed against the roaring sea wind and fell on the churning sea.The sea breeze poured into the cabin with a fishy smell, and was soon covered by the menacing aroma of wine.

However, Baili Fengjian watched what she did in an unusually calm and expressionless manner, neither smiling nor angry, and there was a layer of compassion in his eyes for no reason.

Not for anyone's pity, but for himself.

"Ah Che," he called very casually, but it sounded very solemn, not the tone used by elders to juniors in the past, but like a heart-to-heart talk with a bosom friend who has been with him for many years, "It's useless."

Don't save him anymore, it's useless.

Every word of his seems to be fished out of a wine jar that has been brewed for a hundred years, and it is filled with sadness.The numbness brought on by the wine had penetrated every inch of his bones.

A person who drinks alcohol firmly admits that he is drunk, so is he really drunk?

Captured by such a sad expression on his face, Jing Che was also taken aback.

She didn't know if she did something wrong.She just wanted Master to stop drinking.But why does Master have such an expression?

Walking over, she squatted down beside him obediently like a docile rabbit, resting her elbows on his knees, just in time to see all his expressions clearly.

This beautiful and vicissitudes of life face is as handsome as an ancient sword.However, the scabbard of the Excalibur was covered with rust spots, and it was desolate and desolate.His slovenliness, his carelessness, his indifference, and his drunkenness are all his cover-ups.All his ambition and fury, all his talent and passion, were wrapped in the scabbard.

They are all original intentions, never corrupted.

Excalibur refuses to draw itself out of its sheath, and no one in the world can pull it out.

"Ache just wants to help Master, and then Master will save the world." The little girl's eyes were burning.

He stroked her long hair lightly, with a tragic smile on his mouth: "But, Ah Che, do you know that Master has no way to deal with the extra bloodshed in this world because of me."

Staring at his dark pupils half understanding, the sea breeze was bitter.