When he heard the sound of someone approaching, Shen Nanshan had already gotten up from the comfortable and warm quilt and squinted at the figure in front of him.

It was a very young woman, only sixteen or seventeen years old, holding a plum blossom oil paper umbrella in one hand, and the white clothes lined the skin as white as jade, and the facial features were delicate and picturesque.

She got into the carriage by herself, as if she didn't see Shen Nanshan in front of her, she took the reins and shook it, and the horse on the carriage was immediately ordered to run out of the mountains and forests.

Shen Nanshan's horse was specially trained in the horse farm, and he would only listen to Shen Nanshan's orders, but now that he was easily conquered by this little girl, he would inevitably feel confused and depressed.

However, these are only secondary. Who is this girl? Why did you suddenly get into his carriage?!

Just when he was secretly about to untie the large string of copper coins wrapped around his waist, the girl suddenly said, "Do you know how to go to Xuanhua City?" ”

Shen Nanshan said angrily: "Don't you drive indiscriminately without knowing anything?" ”

He crossed the girl, snatched the whip and the reins, turned the horse's head, and said coldly: "Eight hundred miles away from here, is Xuanhua City." Thirty taels for driving, fifty taels for the road. ”

After the girl said "oh", both of them stopped talking, and instantly froze.

Shen Nanshan continued to drive, while the girl sat with an umbrella and looked at the beautiful snowy scene covered in silver outside.

has been silent for a long time, although Shen Nanshan doesn't like to talk to outsiders casually, but observing the girl's appearance and clothing, and the noble temperament exuded from her body, she is not very human. A man braved the heavy snow to run into the deep mountains and old forests to find his carriage......

Very human, very human.

"My name is Ye Xiyue, Xuanhua," the girl smiled slightly and said, "What's your name?" ”

How can a girl casually exchange names with others when she goes out? Shen Nanshan sighed in his heart, and still replied politely: "In Xia Shen Nanshan, it is also Xuan...... Wait, you say you're a Xuanhua? ”

His eyes when he looked at the girl were full of suspicion and vigilance: "You are a Xuanhua person, and you don't know where your hometown is?" ”

Ye Xiyue shook her head and said helplessly: "Unfortunately, Xiyue has been practicing on Fangcun Mountain with her master since she was a child, and it is the first time she has returned to Xuanhua City. ”

"Fang Cun Mountain? Medical Immortal Su Lanyi? Shen Nanshan was surprised, "You are a disciple of the Medicine Immortal. ”

Shen Nanshan had a little more respect for Ye Xiyue.

The medical fairy Su is in blue clothes, wearing a blue coat and hanging a pot to help the world, but his temperament is surprisingly eccentric. Leaving the emperor to order the director of the hospital not to do it, he went to Fangcun Mountain to live in seclusion for many years, turning a blind eye to many dignitaries and nobles who came to seek medical treatment. In the past, Prime Minister Zhang Chaosheng came to visit with a heavy chariot and horse, begging to treat his seriously ill concubine, but he was splashed out by Su Lanyi with a cup of hot tea, which greatly hurt his face.

Although Su Lanyi offended many powerful people, he also healed countless poor people, and he had a high reputation in the rivers and lakes and among the people. When she was young, she traveled all over the mainland of Kyushu, as far as the desert snow mountains in the west, to the grassland tribes in the north, to the land of Baiyue in the south, and finally settled in Nanling Kingdom.

"However, those are the legends of the master." Halfway through the carriage, the snow was already falling heavily, Ye Xiyue and Shen Nanshan got out of the carriage, lit a fire under a locust tree, and chatted while roasting the sweet potatoes on the carriage.

"We are still young and we have to create our own legends." Ye Xiyue said lightly and summarized the full text.

Shen Nanshan peeled off the skin, took a bite of the yellow sweet potato, and said, "You're right, those old-fashioned stories make your ears calloused." It's time for a change of taste. By the way, he also handed over another roasted sweet potato, and the appearance of it being ripe made Ye Xiyue speechless for a while.

They've only known each other for a long time.

However, she had a deep feeling of meeting a bosom friend for this gorgeously dressed but outspoken handsome young man who had a fight with her, so she still took the sweet potato, tore it open and ate it in small bites.

There are also wild sweet potatoes on Fangcun Mountain, but she and Su Lanyi are both geniuses in medicine and Taoism, and stupid in cooking, and no one has ever thought of roasting sweet potatoes to eat.

The sweet and savory taste, the warm touch, and the atmosphere with heavy snow are easy to conjure.

"In my memory, sweet potatoes seem to have another name," Ye Xiyue pulled the fire with a branch, and said nostalgically, "It's called sweet potato." ”

Shen Nanshan thought for a moment, and after making sure that he had not heard others call sweet potatoes "sweet potatoes", he replied sonorously: "I haven't heard of it." Then he and Ye Xiyue stood up and said to the big man who was holding a knife around their necks while they were talking, "What are you going to do?" ”

The big man smiled arrogantly: "What else can you do?" ”

As soon as he shouted, more than a dozen big men emerged from the forest and snowdrifts, fiercely and viciously, holding knives in their hands, and climbed into the carriage one by one, Shen Nanshan just listened to the sound of them rummaging through the cabinets inside, and knew what this gang of robbers was looking for, but his carriage looked luxurious, except for a bunch of sweet potatoes and five-flowered horses pulling the cart, in fact, there was really nothing valuable.

Sure enough, after a big man who went in at the head came out, he said to the person who was the leader: "Big brother, there's nothing in here!" ”

The big man at the head was stunned for a moment, frowned and said, "No, the one who said that he was sitting in this carriage is a rich man, how can he go out without any belongings?" ”

He glanced at Ye Xiyue and Shen Nanshan suspiciously, and said with a smile: "It turned out to be on the body." ”

After speaking, he rubbed his big black hands and smirked to touch the two of them.

Then his hands, touching a lot of silver taels in the gambling house, and also touching the chastity of the girl in the deep boudoir and the hand of the prostitute in Baihualou, the wrist was cut through the skin by a flying copper coin, leaving a thin line of blood.

Then, from this blood line, a large stream of plasma suddenly gushed out.

With a very soft muffled sound, the wrist was neatly severed, and it fell to the white snow, red in white, red in white.

The big men present were all stunned.

Heart-rending screams echoed in the vast snow.

The big man's legs were sore, and he fell to his knees, staring blankly at the hands he had lost in the snow, in disbelief.

And the big men who threatened the two with knives were also knocked to the ground, and the two big knives fell with a clatter.

Shen Nanshan glanced at the bloodstained copper coin on the ground with disgust, and touched the copper coin on his waist that was still intact, and became more determined to let Ye Xiyue be responsible for the finishing touches next.

"There are thousands of dollars in the waist, and there are millions in the family! You are Shen Nanshan, the God of Wealth! One of them noticed Shen Nanshan's movements and exclaimed.

"'Shen Caishen'?" Ye Xiyue, who was standing next to her with a Momei umbrella, looked at Shen Nanshan curiously, and chuckled, "I didn't expect that you still have this nickname." ”

Shen Nanshan actually didn't like the title given to him by the Jianghu people.

Who wants to be shouted "he's rich" every day and then chased and killed every day.

But he does have a little bit of money.

The corners of his mouth twitched.

Ye Xiyue looked around, and the remaining big men looked at each other, as if they had made up their minds, and raised their big knives to slash at her.

Mo Mei's oil-paper umbrella was stretched out, and it collided with the six steel knives!

As the surface of the umbrella rotated rapidly, the blade was sharpened into flying iron filings, which smashed into the chests of the big men.

Blood, like a plum blossom, blooms on the chest.

Until Ye Xiyue took the umbrella back, Shen Nanshan was still looking at her umbrella.

Ye Xiyue stretched out the umbrella to Shen Nanshan like a roasted sweet potato.

Shen Nanshan took it, opened it, closed it, and inspected it repeatedly. It's just an ordinary oil-paper umbrella, and there is nothing special about it except for the lifelike plum blossom painting on the umbrella surface.

So he recalled the medical immortal Su Lanyi, who was said to practice a technique called "Heavenly Seamless". Could it be that this oil-paper umbrella can be intact after colliding with those blades, and it has something to do with this set of exercises?

……

Under the skillful driving of Shen Nanshan, the carriage drove into the gate of Xuanhua City.

Shen Nanshan parked the carriage in front of an inn and stretched out his hand to Ye Xiyue: "Money." ”

I waited for a long time and didn't respond. But he felt that it was impossible for the medical immortal seniors to let Ye Xiyue go down the mountain without giving her anything, so he raised his eyebrows and said, "Friends are friends, and debts still have to be repaid." ”

The people downstairs lined up to enter the city in an orderly manner under the care of the guards.

On the tower of the city, the general Xu who defended the city trembled and entertained the nobles who wanted to go around the city wall on a whim.

This noble man has a bun on his head, wears a purple waist-length skirt, a light yellow shawl on his shoulders, a little fat powder, and a plum blossom between his eyebrows, with an indifferent expression, as if he is going to the city tower to play around, which is not the original purpose.

The nobles had not yet opened the golden mouth in front of them, and Commander Xu, who was kneeling on the ground and obeying orders, did not dare to make a sound, and all the people did not dare to say anything, until a round-faced palace maid hurriedly went up to the city wall and gave her a salute: "Princess, Your Majesty has sent you into the palace." ”

The princess nodded slightly, and surrounded by a group of flower-like palace people, Shi Shiran left.

The defenders of the city finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Commander Xu wiped the sweat from his forehead due to excessive nervousness, and did not stand up until the princess's figure was far away.

This Royal Highness is the biological daughter of Her Majesty the Empress, and maybe she will be the heir to the throne in the future.

As for why the princess suddenly came to walk on the city wall, he wondered for a moment, and did not think much about it.

……

The carriage stopped in front of a Taoist temple.

Shen Nanshan complained in his heart why he became Ye Xiyue's coachman again, and his face was expressionless.

He said to Ye Xiyue expressionlessly, "Do you know what kind of place this is? ”

Ye Xiyue looked at the plaque hanging on the Taoist temple - the words written with a silver hook iron pen, stamped with a jade seal, and read aloud word by word: "Izumo Temple." ”

If Ye Xiyue wasn't a woman, Shen Nanshan would have pulled her collar and yelled three times: "You still know that this is Izumo Temple!" Even if you are a disciple of the Medical Immortal, the predecessors of the Medical Immortal will not be able to rush to save you from Fangcun Mountain, which is thousands of miles away! ”

But although Ye Xiyue is not a man, she is not an ordinary woman.

Shen Nanshan saw her holding an umbrella with a big black line, and kicked open the gate, which obviously alarmed the gatekeepers.

Everyone stopped at the door with their swords, but Ye Xiyue's face still did not change, and said: "In the lower Ye Xiyue, I ask to see Xie Lang, a disciple of Izumo Guan." ”

The person who came was a pretty girl in pink, and after hearing the name "Xie Lang", her already unhappy mood became more anxious, and she said coldly: "Is there a post?" ”

Ye Xiyue said: "No." ”

The girl replied unceremoniously, "Then please go back." With that, he closed the door tightly.

Shen Nanshan, who was sitting in the carriage, sneered: "Look, without the worship post of Izumo Temple, those Taoist priests will not let people in casually." ”

Ye Xiyue was not annoyed after hearing this, she simply sat on the stone steps in front of the Taoist temple, and leisurely admired the sunset in the distance, the merchants and vendors packed up their things and prepared to go home, the children chased a rattan ball and ran around the market, and behind them was the mother who scolded and called loudly, a warm and warm scene.

She's waiting for someone.

Someone who can take her in.

Now the people are coming.

Shen Nanshan, who looked lazy lying in the car, opened his eyes.

After the man knocked on the door, he looked back, his eyes fell on Ye Xiyue's oil-paper umbrella, and he made a move.

Ye Xiyue raised her face and smiled: "I've seen Daojun." ”

The only people who can be called Daojun in Izumoguan, except for the pink-clothed girl who refused to open the door before, are only Xie Lang and the senior brother in front of him.

The senior brother replied: "I think this is Miss Ye." ”