Jun Bubai climbed down the wall, and there were wisps of cold air seeping out of the room into the courtyard. Frost formed on the steps and eaves, and the flowers and plants in the courtyard were stained with cold dew.
My heart tightened, worried that something might happen to Fairy Ye in the room, so I borrowed my strength and climbed up the steps, but was stopped by the voice of Fairy Ye in the room.
In her confrontation with her master Jiang Hongxue, he was not allowed to take action.
Jun Bubai retreated into the courtyard. The cold air in the courtyard was getting thicker. He was worried that the cold air would drift to the nearby courtyard. He concentrated the sword intention in his left hand to disperse the cold air everywhere.
Every time he swung the knife, the dissipated chill gathered again. The stronger the cold, the sharper his sword intention became.
Keep swinging the knife, cutting from the time of daylight to sunset.
In the room, Ye Xianzi exhausted all her skills, and the red sleeves between her eyebrows turned into red light, falling on the skirt of her cross-legged sitting. A snowflake fell from the void above her head, landing impartially on the center of her eyebrows. She saw that in a majestic Buddhist cave carved on the mountain, the corners of the fairy's clothes on the flying mural were fluttering, and the red clothes were flowing.
There is a love department in Jinling. Under the love tree, Ye Fengqiu, who has not left his small building for many years, took out the cool Ruoshui sword hidden in the box, took out the sword, and swung a sword like water from Jinling to Dunhuang.
In the backyard of the Shen family, Jun Bubai could gradually hear the sound of his own heartbeat. His mouth was dry, so he drank a jar of Immortal Drunk and braced himself. The sword intent in his left hand weakened from a torrent to as thin as a hair.
There seemed to be a warm wind blowing past the cheeks and flying silently into the room. The chill in the whole courtyard was receding.
In the room, Fairy Ye put away her power, her red sleeves turned into a dot between her brows, she didn't stand up immediately, and turned her gaze to the door.
Master finally stepped out of that small courtyard because of her.
Cold dew dripped down from the flowers and plants in the courtyard, and the sound of running water against the low wall in the corner was much more pleasant at this time. Jun Bubai, who had exhausted all his strength, was lying on the bluestone road in the courtyard, the sword finger of his right hand slightly raised to the sky, and a jar of drunken immortal wine turned into a crooked arc and poured into his mouth.
There was a sound of opening the door, and Fairy Ye walked down the steps, squatted next to Jun Bubai, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Then, she spread a sleeve of red leaves on the ground, sat down next to Jun Bubai, raised his head, and placed it on his face. On his own legs. He picked up the half jar of wine left by Jun Bubai, took a sip, held it in his mouth, leaned over, and fed it into Jun Bubai's mouth.
When the cold wine enters the throat, it is already slightly warm and still has a sweet taste. "Which of you won?"
Fairy Ye drank the remaining wine in the altar and pinched his ears with her hands. "When my master swung out his sword intention, she stopped her hand."
In the Dunhuang Buddhist Grottoes, a sword mark appeared on the tallest Buddha's body, which was instantly filled with heavy snow.
After laying down two sticks of incense on Ye Xianzi's lap, the immortal brought out from the kitchen of Shen Mansion was drunk. Ye Xianzi drank most of it and fed him the rest.
It was almost dusk, and his breath had completely recovered. Fairy Ye helped him up and reminded him in his ear: "Someone is coming!" Then she showed her appearance as an outsider and looked at the eaves with a cold look.
A butterfly stopped on the eaves. Zhuang Mengxing gently shook the paper fan and put the butterfly into the fan. He stood quietly on the eaves and cupped his fists in greeting.
When Zhuang Mengxing came to the Shen family, he was probably delivering a message for his eldest sister.
Ye Xianzi went back to her room alone. Jun Bubai climbed up on the eaves and stood side by side with him.
"My eldest sister asked you to come."
Zhuang Mengxing took out a letter from his sleeve, sighed and shook his head and handed it to Jun Bubai, "This is a letter from your eldest sister."
Seeing the crooked and twisted ink on the letterhead, Jun Bubai understood the reason why Zhuang Mengxing sighed and shook his head. The eldest sister has not liked calligraphy since she was a child. Except for the words on the water sign of Tianxialou, most of them are similar in shape.
Unfolding the letter paper, the large ink characters on the letter had fallen apart and varied in size. Zhuang Mengxing turned his head and couldn't bear to look directly at him. For a scholarly family, this was the cruelest punishment.
In the letter, the eldest sister said that the letter sent to Wuweilin had been sent away, and she specifically told him to be careful when people returning to Nongshan Villa appeared in Shen's house. There are countless relationships between Bai Xiaosheng and Shen Qinglan.
After Jun Bubai read the letter, he cut the paper into pieces with his knife and scattered them in the wind. The paper flowers flew, which reminded him of the butterflies he chased during the day. He asked casually: "I bumped into your butterfly at Zhangjia Winery today. , but to investigate the disappearance of the housekeeper of Shen Mansion at the entrance to the backyard of Tianxialou?"
Zhuang Mengxing closed the paper fan and took the entire Shen Mansion into his eyes, "I saw the housekeeper of the Shen Mansion before he disappeared. He just disappeared for no reason while going upstairs. I looked carefully at that place and there was no sign of struggle. It should be People he knew well would go to the porridge shop first and then to Shen's house. From this, we can infer that the thief hid him in the porridge shop first and then returned to Shen's house quietly."
Where can people hide in a porridge shop? Jun Bubai looked puzzled, "Have you ever gone to check that porridge shop?"
Zhuang Mengxing shook his head, "I don't dare to go, that's the boundary of Mingyue Tower. There are rumors in the world that Mingyue Tower has recently issued a reward of a thousand taels of gold, and the number one killer of Mingyue Tower, Gu Yue, has also appeared in Jiangnan."
Under the prosperous times, there are also gloomy places where the light does not shine. Mingyue Tower is in the business of killing people.
Jun Bubai's scalp became tense, and he realized that an inconspicuous porridge shop was actually the boundary of Mingyue Tower. He asked, "Is there a reward for anyone in the Shen family?"
Zhuang Mengxing opened the paper fan, and butterflies flew out from the paper, "I don't know, you should always be careful in the Shen family. The Shen family is in the most unrest right now, and Tianxialou may be targeted. I can't stay any longer. Your eldest sister is alone in the world. I'm not worried about Lou."
After Zhuang Mengxing finished speaking, he turned into a butterfly and flew into the night.
The whole city is like a dormant beast, stirring up endless ink.
Jun Bubai's white clothes gradually blended into the eaves. Chang'an Qimen Twelve Students, Mingyue Tower, and Guinong Villa seemed to be unable to avoid Miss Shen Qinglan. Shen Wanjing spared a thousand taels of gold to invite Fairy Ye to the Shen family. , what exactly is it that the Shen family wants to hide.
In the front and back yards of Shen's house, a boy in Tsing Yi used a bamboo pole to carry an oil lamp to light the lantern under the eaves. The wick swayed, and a flying firefly jumped into the flames to keep warm, and was burned into a plume of black smoke.
Outside Yangzhou City, on the canal leading to Chang'an, the water is dark and a merchant's boat is parked in the middle of the river. The cabin is filled with the best silk and tea leaves from Jiangnan.
Old Taoist Baishi took a few balls of fine silk and spread them on the deck. Baishi put them on the silk and squatted in the corner to rub the tobacco leaves with his hands. Jiangnan tobacco has been roasted with the aroma of tea. It tastes elegant when smoked and does not smoke the teeth. Not irritating to the nose.
Kong Xuan was drinking on the deck, with a roast chicken and half a pot of immortal drunkenness.
It was a cold night. Yunli was wrapped in a fox fur and walked out of the cabin on the deck. She was weak and boneless and floated next to Kong Xuan. A little monkey emerged from the collar of the fox fur. When the little monkey saw the chicken legs, he jumped off the deck, picked up the chicken in his paws and ran away. Kong Xuan stepped on his tail. The little monkey understands human nature and looks eagerly at Kong Xuan.
Kong Xuan pulled a chicken leg to it, and the little monkey smiled happily, swung up the mast, and jumped back and forth between the ropes.
"Don't drink, the immortals in Jiangnan are drunk." Kong Xuan took out a stoneware bowl from the wooden box under him, placed it on the opposite side, filled it up, and the stars in the sky were reflected in the bowl.
Yunli raised her head to drink from the bowl, put it back to its original place, and cast her gaze on the water.
Kong Xuan pulled a chicken leg and gave it to Yun Li. She had no appetite at night, so she waved her hand and refused. Kong Xuan took a bite of the chicken leg, the bones and meat were crispy and tender.
The reason why the building boat stopped here is to wait for someone.
A awning boat swung out from the river bank, with a swarthy little fat man holding an oar on the bow.
The little monkey on the mast spotted him first, jumped off the rope, and landed on the deck making gestures with his hands and feet. Kong Xuan rewarded him with the remaining roast chicken. Get up and pick up the bamboo pole on the deck. The bamboo pole entered the water and lifted the entire black-topped boat. Wujin and the awning boat smashed onto the deck together.
Seeing that the awning boat was about to hit the deck, Master Baishi threw his sheep whip from the cabin, and the awning boat turned into a fat white sheep. Wu Jin rode the white sheep on the deck and scratched his head in embarrassment.
"If it weren't for waiting for you, we would have left Yangzhou by now." Old Taoist Bai Shi's voice came from the cabin, and it was majestic and intimidating.
Wu Jin had great respect for the old Taoist Baishi. He jumped off the white sheep and knelt on the ground, "Thank you for your concern, senior."
"Old Taoist, since Wu Jin has returned, let's set off to avoid any accidents on the way." Yunli, who was silent at the side, interjected.
After spending half a day in Yangzhou, I heard something. I couldn't delay it now. Wu Jin raised his voice and said: "Senior, I heard a strange news in Yangzhou, saying that Miss Shen's family has returned to Shen's family. Didn't we come to Yangzhou to take care of her?" Will she be fine forever, and why did she let her go?"
"Miss Shen's family is here..." Old Master Baishi's voice stopped in the cabin, and there was the sound of flint knocking, and then a faint scent of tea floated out. Old Master Baishi walked out of the cabin and blew out a incomplete smoke ring, "You have stayed in Yangzhou for half a day. Have you ever seen Miss Shen with your own eyes?"
Ugin shook his head.
"Old Taoist, is the piece of white stone you brought back really Miss Shen's?" Yunli took the lead in attacking, but Taoist Baishi intervened in the whole process. She did not see Shen Qinglan's appearance when he turned into Baishi. If something really went wrong, the wounds on his body would be in vain, his lips would turn from red to purple, and his fox fur would be stained with purple smoke.
Taoist Baishi knocked off the cigarette ashes on the soles of his shoes and held the sheep whip tightly, "Li girl, can't you trust this old man?"
Kong Xuan stood up and jumped onto the bow of the boat. His reflection was reflected in the water. He bent his two fingers into his mouth and blew a whistle. The little monkey eating the roast chicken jumped on his shoulder and said calmly: "Is there a possibility? Miss Shen also has a shadow."
The mansions of powerful people in Chang'an will always have shadows. The four of them have lived in Chang'an for a long time, so they are naturally familiar with it.
Yun Li removed his power, twisted the waist of the water snake, jumped up and sat on the bow of the boat, caressed the scar on his shoulder, with dazzling red lips, "If it's a shadow, we have to go back to Yangzhou again, but we have been noticed by the Shen family once. You must be prepared, and if you want to bring out the real Miss Shen, it will be as difficult as climbing to the sky."
Old Taoist Baishi pinned the sheep whip to the waistband of his sheepskin coat, lit a pot of cigarettes, took a puff, and blew out a round smoke ring into the sky, thoughtfully.
Kong Xuan picked up the bamboo pole and scattered the reflection in the water. Water splashed everywhere, "It may also be a trick of the Shen family. The Shen family spread rumors, making us suspect that the shadow of Miss Shen was brought out, and then the real Miss Shen will be sent." When we return to Yangzhou, the Shen family only needs to set up a good situation in Yangzhou and wait for us to die."
Wu Jin couldn't bear his temper the most and shouted: "Uncle Kong, if we follow your words and ignore this matter and take Miss Shen back to Chang'an, and then the national master identifies it as a shadow, we will deceive His Majesty and be sentenced to death." "
This time when we went to Yangzhou, Old Taoist Baishi was the leader, so naturally we had to listen to him. Kong Xuan asked, "What does Mr. Baishi mean?"
Old Taoist Baishi finished one pot of cigarettes and added another. Only when he returned to Yangzhou could he tell the authenticity of Shen Qinglan and the shadow. Entering Yangzhou again, the road ahead will be difficult.
After smoking the last pot, Mr. Baishi knocked off the ash on the soles of his shoes, put the brass pot on his waist, turned to the direction of Chang'an, knelt down and bowed, then stood up, turned to the direction of Yangzhou, and said through gritted teeth in Chang'an dialect: "Go back. Yangzhou.”
The monkey on Kong Xuan's shoulder was grinning.
The fox fur on Yunli's body was stained with purple smoke again.
Wu Jin seemed to have walked out of the ink pool, his body completely black.
