A Sword of Frost

There was rain in the sky, and the last chill of the end of spring was wrapped in it. The drizzle soaked through the roof, and then gathered along the groove to form a line, flowing down.

The woman in the red shirt pushed open the door and saw that there was only one person in the room. Then she tempted, "Master, has the son gone?"

"Yeah, gone." The ghost stab continued to touch the scar on his neck. "His temper rose against the wind, and he became more irritable."

"What about blood Ganoderma?"

"He said he didn't want it anymore!" When he mentioned this, the ghostly eyes suddenly resentment. "Do you listen, is this ridiculous?"

The woman in red shirt was also surprised: "Don't want it? The son is poisonous. He must have blood Ganoderma to solve it. How can anyone not?"

"Yeah, he had clearly wanted to be alive before." The ghost stabbed around the room, writhing a "chuan" on his brows, and mourned, "Not good, not good."

In the long alley, the bluestone slabs were wet and slippery by the spring rain, and green moss was born from the fine slits. The husband, dressed in a jacket, protected an oil lamp in his arms, knocked on the mule two times, and suddenly saw a white shadow floating on the opposite side. He was so frightened that the guy in his hand did not even need it anymore.

When Yun Yifeng returned to God, the other party was already screaming "have a ghost" and went all the way.

He rubbed his eyebrows with a headache.

...

In the backyard of the palace, Qingyue once again persuaded: "This rain will not stop for a while. Lord Wang should go back and rest."

Ji Yanran sighed secretly, got up and dangled his sleeves, and said, "If your master has something, come to the king at any time."

"Okay." Qingyue promised again and again, and sent the person to the door in person, watching him go far, confirming that he would not return, and then returned to the hospital with relief, and continued to worry about Master.

He refused to recuperate, he refused to heal his injuries, and he ran around in the middle of the night.

Really don't let apprentices worry!

Yun Yifeng was a little bit itchy with his nose sneezing, sneezing three or four times in a breath, and Venus was dizzy. He said that he was poisoned by the old thief, so he raised his head and pressed his forehead and stood in the drizzle In China, concentrate on trying to take your temperature.

Ji Yanran was almost laughed at by him, dragged his wrist, and pulled people under the eaves.

Yun Yifeng was startled: "Why is Wang Ye here?"

Ji Yanran shook open his cloak: "I guess you are going to turn the wall from here."

Yun Yifeng talked and stopped. He had to explain two sentences, but he did n’t know what to say. In the end, he simply broke the jar and let the other party wrap himself tightly, and then returned to his residence with his wrists.

Qing Yue looked at Master with sympathy.

I didn't say anything.

Yun Yifeng was helpless: "Go back and rest."

Qingyue promised, and looked at Wang Ye again, seeing him as usual, as if not angry, then said: "Then I will let the servant burn some hot water."

Spring is cold, Yun Yifeng's hair and shoulders are covered with rain, and his tentacles are cold. Only a cup of hot tea held in the palm of the palm can convey a little warmth, but this thin temperature alone is obviously not enough to dispel the coldness and fear buried in the bones, his heart tightens, and his fingers do not consciously tighten. It is almost necessary to knead the blue and white porcelain cup into powder.

Ji Yanran reached out and gently took the tea cup away.

Yun Yifeng's complexion was pale and his chest was slightly undulating, as if he had just experienced a nightmare.

"Go ahead and take a bath." Ji Yanran said, "I'm waiting for you here."

The water in the tub was very fragrant. Qingyue deliberately added soothing essential oils to it. Yun Yifeng didn't really like the strong smell, but he couldn't care much at this time. He immersed himself in the water, annoying He scratched the barrel along the back of his head-this annoyance had nothing to do with ghost thorns, and he didn't want to think about that island anymore. He was annoyed, why should Qingyue keep Ji Yanran in the courtyard, and why should he behave so blankly? Isn't it clear that there is a ghost in his heart? It is better to open the door generously and say that something is wrong with the rivers and lakes, and something more reasonable and reasonable.

Concern is chaotic, too much care can be chaotic.

He put his forehead on one hand, leaned back in the tub, and looked weakly at the roof.

The vision of the eyes gradually turned, and the wooden beams turned out of the colorful beams.

Just when Yun Yifeng was concentrating, trying to discern which colors were available, a cloth towel fell from the sky and covered his head.

There is a way to compare bandits with snatching sacks.

Ji Yanran fished people out of the cold water and took them to the bed to dry them carefully. Yun Yifeng added up before and after. He has been seen many times by him. At this time, it doesn't matter. Seeing that the atmosphere is too dull and depressed, he also kicked the other party's kick, which is quite a bit of a wicked meaning.

"Don't move." Ji Yanran held the snow white and barefoot, and asked while wiping, "Where have you been?"

Yun Yifeng calmly replied: "Green house."

Ji Yanran smiled: "Huh?"

Yun Yifeng retracted his feet: "Don't go to see ghosts in the future, he's not a fuel-saving lamp."

Ji Yanran frowned slightly: "Are you looking for him?"

"As soon as he arrived at Wangcheng, the wind and rain door received the news." Yun Yifeng said, "I know, Wang Ye has been looking for him during this time."

As long as the dark guard of Xiao Wang's Mansion searched, the disciples of Feng Yumen stopped for a long time, but they couldn't stop in the end-that Yuan Yuansi's son was also very innocent, so he couldn't help the ghost to stab the king.

Ji Yanran asked: "Is this a problem?"

"He does have a good medical skill, and he will definitely cure Yuan Shilang's son, but it won't cure me." Yun Yifeng wrapped the quilt. "There is blood Ganoderma, and Wang Ye will not bother to find it."

Life and death are fateful.

Ji Yanran handed him his robe: "The ghost stabbed you to have seventy or eighty poisons, and said that the blood ganoderma was born in thousands of bones and was irrigated with blood and resentment."

"I know." Yun Yifeng said, "It's an ancient book, just a sloppy mention, it's the only clue."

Thousands of bones sounded a lot like a battlefield, so the day Ji Yanran came to Storm Gate, he really believed that the other party had blood Ganoderma at a certain moment.

It can't be considered reckless, but it is too much to live, and no hope is too small to give up, like a drowning person, looking forward to the other side can pull themselves out of the black mud loach.

Ji Yanran put down his bed account and asked him to put on his shirt.

After a moment, Yun Yifeng showed a head: "Can you sleep?"

Ji Yanran squatted beside the bed and asked him face to face: "You haven't answered me yet, is there a problem with the ghost stab, has he bullied you?"

"He is a complete lunatic and cannot control his behavior, so it is not good or bad." Yun Yifeng said, "For a while, in order to find blood Ganoderma lucidum, he scrambled burial posts around the beam, often from the bones When I saw a fungus I hadn't seen in the crack, I was so happy that I fried the medicine and opened my mouth and poured it down. "

Ji Yanran listened, "You ..."

"Such people, don't look for it later." Yun Yifeng said, "Don't see him."

Ji Yanran still wanted to ask something, but didn't want to touch his scar recklessly, so he just rubbed his slightly cheek with his back of his finger: "Sleep."

Yun Yifeng nodded: "The prince also rested earlier."

The door clicked, and Qingyue hurried to stand upright: "Wang Ye."

"Let your master sleep well," Ji Yanran said, "you go back and rest."

Yun Yifeng was lying on the bed, listening to the two people outside the room whispering, and then went away.

The sound of rain remained rustling, like a lullaby, coaxing the upper and lower eyelids together, and fell asleep without knowing it.

At noon the next day, the old lady looked at the empty dining room and was surprised: "None up?"

"Master Ling Fei went out early in the morning, and both Lord Wang and Master Yunmen were sleeping. It is said that they were out all night." Xia Rendao, "I didn't come back until Tianming."

The old lady had some doubts and didn't return all night. If she was young and playful, don't go wrong.

The night guard was called to the dining room in full. Several people hesitated for a long time, but they reached a tacit understanding. They just said that nothing happened last night. The confession was confessed. After all, there is no evidence and it is hard to say, hard to say.

As for the disciples of Fengmen, it was naturally the first time that they got the news. Before they were surprised, they were called out by the master to be severely reprimanded, saying that the Lord and the host were intimate in the same blessing building. There is a reason, so that everyone is not allowed to gossip, and they have to find a way to suppress the rumors, otherwise it will not be light.

Ling Xing'er blindly worshiped Qingyue, and then echoed it. Well, that's it.

Lord Wang feeds the roast duck to the doorkeeper completely for the wood of the teacher brother.

None of you are allowed to question!

And just when everyone was so busy, the protagonist of the incident just got up. The afternoon sun was shining into the window, and everyone was warm. Yun Yifeng stood at the table and stretched out comfortably.

Ji Yanran knocked on the food box and knocked on the door.

Yun Yi wind said: "The king didn't go to the palace to drink and appreciate paintings?"

"Sleep to sleep now, where is there time to go to the palace, and change it." Ji Yanran opened the lid of the box, "come first to eat."

Stir-fried spring sprouts with oil and salt, duck's paw with rouge roe, beef sauce, japonica porridge, and a basket of amaranth stuffing buns, a plate of Ruyi wine stuffed cakes, all seasonal snacks in spring, appetizing. Yun Yifeng handed him the chopsticks and asked, by the way: "How is that waiter Yuan?"

"Why did you mention this suddenly?" Ji Yanran said, "Yuan Yuan thinks that he has done his duty on a regular basis, and he is not bad. He has a set of dams and bridges. He is very dependent on him, and he is expected to be promoted after two years."

"When I left Yuan Mansion yesterday, I found a token in the courtyard." Yun Yifeng said, "It's like something taught by Lianhua."

That ’s the top and bottom door in the rivers and lakes--the character is inferior, the work is also inferior, a group of black people, stealing chickens and dogs □□ Doing everything, taking shameless as a signboard, except for being too small and unable to turn out the storm, the rest Also no different from the demon.

"It is the old nest of Lianhua religion in Jindi, that should be the site of King Pingle Lixu?" Yun Yifeng said, "Prince the Lord asked me to investigate the inner traitor in the middle, this seems to be ready-made."

Or take a step back and say that even if it has nothing to do with Li Yan, Yuan Yuansi, as a servant of the Ministry of Industry, is not a good omen to be associated with these horrible scums.

"After dinner, write down everything about the Lianhua religion." Ji Yanran said, "I will send someone to stare at Yuan Yuansi to see if anyone is secretly linked to him."

Yun Yifeng drank two porridges: "It's better to leave the matter to Yumeng."

"It involves Yuan Yuansi. This is not a small matter, and the court cannot completely let it go." Ji Yanran said, "It is completely handed over to the storm door ..."

Yun Yi wind said: "I don't take money."

Ji Yanran looked at him: "Is it because the ghosts live in Yuan's Mansion?"

Yun Yifeng gently put down his chopsticks, only because of the good mood brought by dreams and warm sun, slipped again without a trace.

Secretly monitoring Yuan Mansion, it is necessary to stare at Yuan Yuansi.

The ghost thorn wants to see Yuan Zhen for medical treatment, and it is necessary to meet with Yuan Yuansi.

He didn't know what the two would say, let alone if the ghost stab found the dark guard of the palace, would he intentionally say something. After all, it was a lunatic, and a lunatic was irrational.

Ji Yanran stuffed a cup of hot tea into his hands and patiently said, "If you don't want to tell the past, I don't ask or listen. But Yuan Yuansi is a court official, and there is a Li Ye in the middle. I need to find out as soon as possible, So as to report to the emperor. "

Yun Yifeng sighed and didn't hold on anymore. He just passed him the tokens he picked up yesterday: "Sinking into the mud in the back garden, I wouldn't have noticed it if I stepped on it."

Ji Yanran received it, and saw that the token carving was exquisite, and it was also inlaid with gold orbs, which seemed expensive. Yun Yifeng saw his doubts and took the initiative to explain: "Although Lian Huajiao sounds like black smoke, it is not endless. As long as the employer pays, the group is willing to do everything, so it is rich. It is also arrogant. Within a few days, the Wulin Conference will be held after a while, and the leader will probably formally order to expel this group of people from the Central Plains. "

"Wulin Conference?" Ji Yanran put away the token. "Where?"

"Guangmingshan." Yunyi Fengdao said, "The cliffs and cliffs of Baizhang Peak are hidden in the clouds and dense forests. If you don't do a good job, you won't even be able to climb."

Ji Yanran asked again: "Every year in the same place?"

Yun Yifeng thought for a while: "Neither."

The places I picked a few years ago are good. The mountains and rivers are beautiful, and you can reach them by riding a car. However, it is because they are so easy to find. After martial arts leaders such as "Zhang Mazi Scissors Gate" in the Erzhai Village, the 18th round of the "gourd gang" old gang leader climbed as a pro-nephew, finally unbearable, unified the location in the dangerous Guangming Mountain!

Ji Yanran laughed, "Will you go?"

"Don't go." Yun Yifeng added tea to the two. "Fengmen only deals with business, and never participates in martial arts."

There was a lot of secrets about rivers and lakes, and it was finally reluctantly covered in the matter of ghost stabbing and Yuan Fu's secret investigation. Seeing that there is still a half wiper of the sun, Ji Yanran invited: "Going for a walk?"

As soon as the words fell, Wu Suosi and Jiang Lingfei coughed outside.

It wasn't obvious at all that the secret code was hit.

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