Author: Yan Jiu.
Copywriting introduction: Three hundred years ago, everyone knew that Xiao Yan, the god of Tianshu, fell into the devil's way, washed the sacred mountain in blood, and was about to marry his uncle, imprison him by his side, and finally died and ended up infamous.
His uncle Yan Qingchi is gentle and elegant, famous all over the world, and he is a smile to anyone, except for him.
Xiao Yan has never asked for anything in his life, and the only thing he can give is probably only a sincere heart, but he was trampled on the ground by Yan Qingchi, and said coldly: "It's just a little similar, and no matter how much you learn to look like him, it's not him." ”
On the day of marriage, three thousand children were killed in the demon cave, Xiao Yan died without a whole body, but Yan Qingchi did not shed even a single tear.
Until one day, the fire burned all the treasures of the Holy Ruins Palace, and someone saw Elder Yan rushing into the fire desperately, just to rescue a painting, which seemed to be painted by the Divine Monarch Xiao Yan, but unfortunately it burned most of it, and he could barely recognize half of his face.
It was also that day that Elder Yan, who had always been forbearant and self-controlled, knelt in the ruins, crying silently.
Xiao Yan woke up again and found that he had been reborn, but in this life, he would not choose to repeat the mistakes of the past, facing the uncle who took the initiative to send him, he sneered and said: "It's just a little bit of a posture, people like you are everywhere, and it's not a big deal." ”
Excerpt from the text: When it is ugly, the night is quiet.
The wind is whistling through the mountains, and the cold moonlight hooks the shadow of Jiuhua Mountain like an ink painting.
In the Manjushri Pavilion, the cold aura of long-term claustrophobic escapes from it.
The pavilion is spacious, the bookcase is built along the wall to the top, row by row, according to the different classics are divided into several categories, from bamboo slips to brocade silk, stacked layer upon layer, because the pavilion will be half a moon before someone comes to clean up, the shelf has fallen on a thin layer of dust, under the moonlight, you can see the dust in the moonlight pillar of light ups and downs.
The residual lamp on the table was clearly extinguished, and the dim fire was wrapped in greenery.
The aroma of ambergris became more and more intense, and the humid and sultry evening breeze blew through the open windows, beating the bamboo curtains, again and again.
The snow harrier flew in from outside, stood on the windowsill and cooed twice.
Yan Qingchi put down his pen, borrowed the moonlight, and left the Wenshu Pavilion, the lacquered gold plaque, in the shade of the moonlight tree, glowing faintly.
Tonight the sky was much whiter than usual, and the moonlight was dark.
Yan Qing walked down the stone steps leisurely, came to a small building, and stopped.
In the courtyard, the lines on the bluestone bricks are of different shades, the blue grass tips emerge from the cracks that are slightly cracked, the small building is quiet, and the white lotus blooms a few more in the lotus pond.
Yan Qingchi walked over and sat idly in the courtyard, the wind accompanied by the fragrance of lotus, blowing his clothes.
Master. A voice suddenly came from behind him, "According to your orders, I have already checked, and the matter of the walking corpses in the west of the city is indeed related to our sect." ”
Yan Qingchi raised his eyes, looked at the continuous lights in the distance, did not speak, the terrain here is above the mountains, often hidden in the mist, the people below can not see here, but the people above can take everything into their eyes, it is a quiet residence.
He always likes to sit here for a moment when he has nothing to do, looking at the lights in the distance.
Seeing that he was silent, the man continued: "You are right, those walking corpses are scattered in Yizhuang, but Yizhuang has always been taken care of by the tomb keeper, and I personally supervised the burial. ”
Yan Qing didn't answer for a long time, and only said softly: "Sit." "Other than that, there's nothing superfluous.
Thank you, Master. The man sat down opposite him.
He Yunsheng came today, still wearing a plain white robe, his face was sparse, because he had not rested for several days, he looked a little haggard, and the green stubble on his chin was denser.
It's all your own **, and you don't have to be formal in private. Yan Qingchi said gently.
Be. He Yunsheng paused, and then said, "Master, the thing about that evil thing a few days ago was too strange, I don't think that evil thing exploded by itself, but it seems that someone said it in order to hide people's eyes, could it be that the main messenger behind it was pulled to cover up the truth?" ”
Why? Yan Qingchi's gaze slid over him slightly, and he only stayed for a moment before looking away.
Didn't you find the Flower Shop earlier? He Yunsheng hesitated for a long time and said in a low voice, "There are many people in the Flower Workshop, if this is the case, it is estimated that things will be even more tricky." ”
He didn't say it clearly, but Yan Qingchi already knew what it meant, behind the flower shop is the fairy family, these people are referring to the deer as horses, and others don't dare to say anything.
Master," He Yunsheng saw that Yan Qingchi was silent for a long time, and then said, "Right now, what should I do?" ”
If you don't move them now, they will shirk their responsibilities again, and Yizhuang can just become the hub of their prevarication," Yan Qingchi raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, "There are no rules." Some people want to use the corpse of Yizhuang to refine the corpse, that is, they have violated the rules of the hundred schools of Xianmen, which involves a wide range of things, no matter which sect or faction, there is no need to condone it anymore, our sect Xuanjian faction wants to set an example. ”
He Yunsheng: "That's what you mean......."”
The evil thing should no longer be able to be checked, and there was something wrong with the last time I went back to the Flower Workshop, and it has already startled the snake," Yan Qingchi concluded, "You will send more people to keep an eye on Yizhuang in the near future." ”
Do you need to report to the boss? He Yunsheng asked again.
I'll talk to him. Yan Qingchi glanced at the waning moon in the sky, "It's not early, you go and rest first, and the rest of the things will be decided tomorrow." ”
Yes, the ** retired first, the master has every opportunity, and he should go to bed early, don't work too hard. He Yunsheng stopped saying and stood up to salute.
Waiting for He Yunsheng's figure to completely melt into the moonlight, Yan Qingchi was in silence, and lowered his eyes to look at the white lotus.
As if remembering something, he couldn't help but smile.
Then, he looked at a carp hidden in the shadow of the lotus leaf, and his smile was not gone, but his eyes were already cold.
In the south of the Yangtze River in July, it was night, and it was still difficult to get rid of the heat.
Xiao Yan raised his head and looked at the humid sky, the evening breeze carried the bloody qi on his body, sweeping through the thick night.
In the dark alley, there was no light on the side of the narrow bluestone road, only the moonlight was not very bright, and Xiao Yan wiped the blood between his fingers little by little by using the dim moonlight.
The more methodical he is, the more frightening he becomes.
The person who fell in front of him was trapped by the immortal rope, his ears were close to the ground, he couldn't move, and in the relative line of sight, he could only see the scarlet blood on the upper of Xiao Yan's shoes.
He gasped and tried to get up, but he struggled for a long time, only to let the rope tighten more and more.
I ask again, who sent you? Xiao Yan put down his handkerchief, stepped on the sticky blood stains, and squatted down.
A ho-ho sound escaped from the man's throat, and he opened his eyes and looked at the three corpses behind Xiao Yan, his companion had been cut into flesh, and the stumps fell on the bluestone bricks mixed with blood and black mud, which was shocking.
Don't be afraid, I won't kill you, and I won't embarrass you," Xiao Yan softened his voice and smiled warmly, "You have so many secrets, how could I be willing to touch you." ”
The man looked at him, feeling like he was being caged in his gaze.
Xiao Yan was smiling, but those dark pupils seemed to have been soaked in ice, and there was no emotion, only a terrifying coldness.
Let me guess whose dog you are. Xiao Yan suddenly turned the hilt of the sword and raised the man's jaw to prevent him from making other moves, "Even staring at me for so many days, ** good, you have the ability." ”
The man didn't speak, just gasped for breath and stared at him with a bloody eye.
It's a pity, it's a little bit of a point," Xiao Yan said regretfully, "Your master only sent four people, just because he didn't think he needed any skills to deal with wine bags and rice bags like me, but he still had some concerns, he was worried that my ** was not as simple as he imagined." ”
Ah," Xiao Yan said softly, "what should I do?" ”
You don't want to get anything out of me," the man finally spoke, his voice dry and dry, as if it had been burned, "it's up to you to kill or chop, and I won't be so stupid as to think you can let me go." ”
You're not right," Xiao Yan said calmly, "You're not only stupid, you're stupid to death." ”
You ——! The man's words choked in his throat.
How could you think I didn't notice? Xiao Yan interrupted him and asked puzzledly, "Why do you think that I came here to give you a chance to do something, instead of me luring the snake out of the hole and waiting for you to throw yourself into the net?" ”
When he said this, he couldn't help laughing, "You say, are you stupid? ”
The man was speechless, yes, they had been following Xiao Yan for so many days, but they didn't realize that they had already been exposed.
Your companion is dead," Xiao Yan laughed, "killed by your stupidity." ”
The man struggled out of his fear and said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, kill if you want to!" ”
Why should I kill you? Xiao Yan asked rhetorically, "It's too happy to leave, as long as your life is still there, it doesn't matter what your shortcomings are, you can go back and give your master an errand." ”
Xiao Yan's words kept ringing in his ears, and the man felt as if the two walls were falling down on him in this narrow and cramped alley, constantly squeezing him.
A feeling of suffocation that he had never felt before came to his heart, and his mouth was dry and like a fish in his throat.
Xiao Yan no longer looked at him, stood up, and continued: "* The cultivation is good, it will make sword intent, there are not many people in this world who can have such sword techniques, within the jurisdiction of Jiuhua Mountain, although there are many sword sects, but the best people who can be remembered are none other than those few." ”
You're from Xianmen, right? ”
In the dark night, the man took a deep breath, held his pain, and said in a dumb voice: "I'm not." ”
You're not? Xiao Yan repeated slowly, "Aren't you?" ”
The man and Xiao Yan's eyes collided, and the moment they looked at each other, time seemed to be stretched to the extreme.
It was obviously the height of summer, but the wind blew on the body like a knife, making people fall into the ice cave, and the whole body was cold, as if the sky was pressing towards them, making people breathless.
In this extremely short moment, he suddenly understood what it was to be fearful, his eyes moved to the broken corpse at Xiao Yan's feet, and his throat bone slid subconsciously.
I'm not. He avoided Xiao Yan's gaze, gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know what you're talking about!" ”
It doesn't matter," Xiao Yan said indifferently, "You'll find out soon." ”
What can you do to me? The man's heart grew afraid.
Don't worry, I won't let you die in vain, since you like to be someone else's dog, then I will fulfill you," Xiao Yan put away his sword and said with a smile, "The walking corpses in the west of the city have not been completely captured, and there are people behind this who are refining corpses and want to control the puppets, you should know better than me." ”
You are very good at using it as a puppet," Xiao Yan said softly, "If you see your master in the future, remember to say hello for me." ”
To be a puppet means to become the living dead, and the puppet can feel any pain from the outside world, but can no longer speak.
The dark blood slowly flowed in all directions along the cracks of the bluestone bricks, and soon flowed in front of the man, he shrank back a few times, trying to avoid it, but was blocked by the wall, he was against the wall, and cold sweat came out of every inch.
The soles of Xiao Yan's shoes trampled on the blood stains all over the ground, and this subtle sound completely broke the man's defense.
He shivered uncontrollably, sweat slid into his mouth, but he seemed to taste the saltiness of blood.
I, I'm ......Unable to bear it any longer, he muttered bitterly, "I'm from Xianmen, I am, someone asked us to keep an eye on you, but he didn't let us do it, I made the decision to arrest you and go back to ask for merit and reward, you kill me, you kill me ......."”
The man choked up in the silence of the night.
So ......Xiao Yan was silent for a moment, suddenly leaned over to stare at him, and said in a cold voice, "You were sent by Yan Qingchi to keep an eye on him." ”