An Lan turned her head in surprise, and looked at the road when she came and went, but only saw the rocks and grass, tamping the ancient road, and there was no figure.

"If he wanted to show up, he wouldn't hide all the way." Jing Yan patted her lightly on the shoulder and motioned for her to enter the post station, "Don't look at it." ”

"Do you know who it is, sir? Why follow us? An Lan walked into the post station with Jing Yan and asked, "Is it someone from Taohuawu or someone from Changxiang Palace?" ”

Jing Yan didn't answer immediately, Shi Shiran entered the room of the post station, slowly washed his hands and wiped his face, and then sat down on the kang. An Lan was not in a hurry to ask, after carefully washing her hands, she took out the tea leaves she had brought with her, tried the hot water in the house, felt that the temperature was not enough, asked the store for a pot of freshly boiled hot water, and asked the palace attendant to send the small red clay stove in the car in.

When the elegant fragrance of tea overflowed in the room, Jing Yan asked a little casually: "What do you think?" ”

An Lan walked up to him and sat down across the kang table across from him, and did not rush to answer, but thought for a while. She habitually lowered her eyes as she pondered, and her gaze fell on the kang. After he put down the teacup, he put his right hand next to the teacup, and his slender fingers tapped lightly from time to time, and the movements were very small and did not make a sound. During this time, she would occasionally see him do this, at first she didn't know what it meant, and even now she didn't know very well, but she thought it should be him thinking, but sometimes she felt that he was hesitating about something.

His hands were beautiful and slender, but different from the slenderness of a woman; Generous, but not as thick as a martial artist; Fair, but not without blood. Such a pair of hands. What you have in your hands. I don't know how many people are willing to sacrifice their own qiē. Follow Him and drive for Him. So it's hard to imagine that the owner of these hands is already on the line of life and death at this time, and the little time left makes her feel a little out of breath when she thinks about it, and she favors herself, and has been calm from beginning to end.

An Lan stretched out her hand, but paused again, Jing Yan did not move. So she gently put her hand over the back of his. Compared with him, her hand seemed too small, so small and cute, Jing Yan smiled at the corner of his eyebrow, and then as soon as his hand was flipped, he held her hand in the palm of his hand, and the difference between men and women immediately appeared, hard and soft, clearly distinguished.

Scorching temperature, touch of skin. and unquestionable power, all from the palm of his hand to hers. And it traveled all the way along her arm, spreading wantonly, to the heart.

It's so restrained, but it's extremely strong, and it's heart-pounding.

An Lan's eyelashes trembled involuntarily a few times, and suddenly she didn't dare to raise her eyes, Jing Yan didn't let go of her hand, and he didn't speak, but An Lan could feel that he was laughing at the moment, and that silent, deep smile must be on his lips, and even those eyes must be full of the meaning of everything in hand.

Yes, even if he only has less than a year to live, whether it is Bai Guanghan or Jing Yan, he has never shown a panicked side. However, for some reason, An Lan can always feel an indescribable vulnerability from him at a certain moment, a kind of fragility that makes her think it is an illusion, from his vulnerability.

For example, now, at this moment, he asked rhetorically with interest, he held her hand with his backhand, he smiled silently, her heart pounded for a moment, she slowly raised her eyes, followed the traction of those feelings, and looked into his eyes. Even with a smile on her face, her eyes, which were still as deep as a cold pool, suddenly turned into a whirlpool, and instantly swept her in, and there was no sound, no direction, no light, not even herself.

He tickled her palm like a cat, and the slight itching made her come back to her senses, and she was stunned for a while before she spoke: "Is it the Great Fragrance Master?" ”

"Hmm." He replied somewhat nonchalantly, as if he didn't care.

An Lan was a little nervous in her heart: "What does he want to do?" ”

Jing Yan raised his eyes: "Don't you want to know who it is?" ”

An Lan asked, "Sir, know?" ”

Jing Yan smiled and shook his head: "I don't know, I'm not sure." ”

An Lan said: "Then no matter who it is, it's the same." ”

Now that the arrows on both sides are on the strings, the moment the arrows are shot, the person who hides deeply will reveal his true face. So it no longer matters who the man who hides his head and tail at this time is, because sooner or later it will be known, unless he can never show up.

She was just worried that since she had followed them all the way, the purpose was mostly to intercept and kill them, but why didn't she do it for a long time?

"I should be tempted tonight." Jing Yan gently squeezed An Lan's hand, "Do you know what he wants to test?" ”

An Lan was slightly stunned, and after a while, she said with some concern: "Could it be ...... He also noticed that the nirvana in Mr. was attacking?! ”

"If the one who followed him all the way was the one who set up Nirvana, then it would not be difficult for him to guess this." Jing Yan let go of her hand, leaned back, her eyelids drooped slightly, and she said a little lazily, "Girl, if he comes over tonight, I won't be able to pick up his incense." ”

An Lan's face changed slightly, and her shoulders stiffened.

"Heh......" Seeing that her face changed, Jing Yan chuckled lowly, "Don't worry so much, even if he guesses it, he can't determine my specific situation, so he will only try." ”

An Lan was silent for a while, and then spoke, her voice revealing determination: "What does Childe need me to do?" ”

Jing Yan said: "You have inherited my fragrance. ”

An Lan nodded, Jing Yan looked at her with a slightly biased face and said, "At that time, it was only a moment, if it took a little longer, would you be able to bear it?" ”

An Lan thought seriously for a while, and then shook her head slightly.

"Actually, it has nothing to do with whether you are a great incense master or not, if you ......" Jing Yan smiled, paused slightly, and then continued, "Even if you enter the realm of a great incense master now, you won't be able to inherit my incense realm." ”

An Lan's eyes showed doubt, which seemed to mean that even if she became a great incense master, she would not be able to untie the shackles of nirvana for him.

"What do you mean by Childe?"

"The fragrance of the Great Incense Master is equivalent to the Great Fragrance Master himself, as well as his life." When he said this, he stopped, looked at her silently, his eyes were extremely quiet, at this moment, he was like Bai Guanghan and Jing Yan, An Lan suddenly felt a little nervous, but he didn't know whether it was nervous about his eyes at the moment, or nervous about what he was going to say next.

"So ......," he finally spoke again, "Inheriting a person's fragrance is equivalent to carrying a person's possessions, willingly, and without regrets until death." ”

The room was quiet, and Jing Yan still had a faint smile on his lips, which seemed to be casual and seemed to have a deep meaning.

"I know." was silent for a while, and An Lan suddenly spoke.

Jing Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, and there was a little surprise in his eyes.

"I know." An Lan repeated again, her voice still not high, "Don't you believe me?" ”

This time, it was Jing Yan's turn to be silent, just for a moment, he sighed lightly: "Then, if you want to bear a person, you must start with acceptance." (To be continued......)