Following Yan Zeyu aimlessly walking in the forest, the sound of the wind in his ears came and went, causing a commotion among the bamboo leaves, the bamboo forest was dense and straight, a tree rushed straight to the far end, and the lush branches and leaves at the top bent and intertwined wantonly, like a huge green cover covering the blue sky.

The thin leaves fell with the wind, hovering and swaying in mid-air and then slowly falling to the ground, Yan Zeyu's white clothes, with a few leaves stuck to the ends of his hair, Song Ting walked behind and was about to reach out and quietly take it off, but the man in front of him turned around.

Song Ting's raised hand paused in mid-air for a few seconds, retracted silently, and Yan Zeyu's thin lips opened: "What are you doing?" ”

"You have leaves on your clothes." Song Ting touched his nose in embarrassment, this guy wouldn't think he was going to scare him, right?

Yan Zeyu stood in place and looked at her for a long time, his eyes were full of elegance, and he took a step forward, getting closer to Song Ting, and the two were only separated by two palms.

In the air lingering between the two, wisps of Su Hexiang loomed into her nose, Song Ting was the most irresistible to this seemingly fresh and pleasant fragrance, she unconsciously closed her eyes and sniffed hard at the source of the incense.

The woman in front of her suddenly approached Yan Zeyu not very comfortable, and took another half step back, a beam of sunlight cast, dispelling the damp fog in the mountains, and the half-closed black eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly wing stained with water.

Song Ting smelled the numbness of smell and was willing to stop, his eyes just opened, and there was the sound of clothes rubbing in his ears, and then his cheeks were covered with a cold, dry hand.

The heart stopped suddenly, the whole body seemed to be filled with lead and it was difficult to writhe, the big hand covered the cheek just in the blink of an eye, only to feel the fingers like a few small snakes swimming from the cheeks all the way to the inside, through the hair scattered around the ears, stopping behind the ears.

Song Ting didn't know what this man was going to do, and his thighs jumped straight until there was pain in his knees.

The cold fingertips suddenly stood up, sweeping the sensitive area behind the ear, causing Song Ting to tremble slightly, and the nails buckled on the soft skin with a little more force, and then put it down.

Is this man tickling?

It's not a disguise technique...... Yan Zeyu was surprised in her heart, withdrew her hand and lowered her eyes to see that the woman in front of her was blushing and dripping blood, but the corners of her mouth were suddenly sealed, and her starry eyes flashed quickly, past Song Ting's head, and looked behind her.

Song Ting's shoulder was suddenly held by him, and she was about to raise her head, but her whole body was quickly carried to the side by a big hand, and the silver light passed through her eyes like a meteor, and a strand of hair was cut off by a sharp blade, and then she only heard ...... "Ah!" ”……

The crunch of the punctured bamboo cracked in the ear.

Song Ting glanced at the short blade inserted into the bamboo, the end of which was inlaid with a feather feather the size of a thumb cap with silver, Yan Zeyu squinted at the bamboo shadow that was swinging rapidly in the distance, and the bamboo waves were churning towards them, and the hand holding Song Ting's shoulder became tighter and tighter.

"Let's go!"

Before Song Ting could react, he had been half-pulled and half-dragged by Yan Zeyu to flee for his life, shouldn't it be a plot of one enemy and one hundred, ten steps to kill one person, and no one left for a thousand miles!

The gentle spring breeze turned into a fierce wind at this moment, howling like a chaotic horse, and the bamboo leaves slid unscrupulously across Song Ting's face, like a sharp knife.

She closed her eyes tightly and covered her cheeks with her sleeves, and the commotion of the bamboo forest behind her was getting closer and closer, as if she heard the sound of a knife cutting down a bamboo branch. Song Ting tilted his head slightly and looked at Yan Zeyu's arm, and the five black-clothed people jumped and galloped through the bamboo forest, chasing them closely.

One of the black-clothed men waved his hand and threw out a few peacock feathers from his fingertips to pierce the wind and mist, shooting at the momentum of breaking bamboo, Yan Zeyu's white sleeves withdrew, and the sudden wind appeared, rolling up several bamboos on the ground and collapsing them from the back to block the menacing hidden weapon.

"Be careful!" Song Ting shouted.

Yan Zeyu turned around and realized that the two had run to the steep slope, the arm holding Song Ting's waist tightened, and his foot jumped into the air with the help of a piece of bluestone.

Damn! What a effort! Song Ting was so frightened that he hugged Yan Zeyu's body hard, and his whole head was fixed on his arm and he didn't dare to move.

Yan Zeyu was out of breath by her pair of vine-like hands, and roared angrily: "Light! ”

Song Ting closed her eyes, and the wind was blowing even more in the air, blowing her face bulging, and the roots of her teeth kept trembling, trembling: "I don't!" I'm scared! The spittle Xingzi was splashed around by the wind howling, and most of them were sprayed on Yan Zeyu's face, which made him very disgusted.

"I'm going to be strangled by you!" Yan Zeyu was so angry that she couldn't wait to throw the woman in front of her down.

"Don't let go, even though I smashed your ship and got a nosebleed in front of you, it's not because you're handsome!" Song Ting grabbed his hands and screamed.

"Stupid pig!"

Yan Zeyu took Song Ting up and down, through the bamboo tops, and on the top of the tree, Song Ting's whole body trembled, and he had never been so thrilling when he sat on the jumping machine.

The black-clothed man behind persevered, and kept chasing after the two, setting off a gust of wind, and flew towards Yan Zeyu with ten silver needles in the wind.

Yan Zeyu pulled out his sword, and several sword lights flashed to avoid the silver needle, only one needle pierced his neck, forcing a mouthful of stuffy blood out.

Song Ting looked at the blood stains on the back of his hand: "Are you okay?" ”

Yan Zeyu's face was pale, and there was a steady stream of cold air overflowing from the cracks of the bones in his limbs, invading the blood, permeating all corners of his body, and his lips were red and oozing, "You throw this backwards." ”

I saw Yan Zeyu take out a copper ball from his arms and hand it to Song Ting, Song Ting took it without hesitation, and threw it at the man in black with all his strength during the shot put test that year.

Rumble! There was a loud bang, and the boulder was shattered, and the stone loess was splashed, and the white smoke was filled, like a smoke cloth covering all sight.

it! Why did you go there if you had this thing!

"Anything else? I'll throw another one! ”

“……”

The perseverance of the man in black is worthy of recognition, but Yan Zeyu made a light effort, and finally got rid of the pursuit with some small tricks. However, this man seems to be dying......

Song Ting and Yan Zeyu fell outside a temple, this temple is hidden in the depths of the mountains and forests, secluded and secluded, far away from the imperial city, there are very few people who come to the temple to offer incense, most of them are traders who rush back and forth in the trade route on a few pillars of incense, add some sesame oil money.

The smoke and clouds floating out of the temple and the endless wisps of Sanskrit scriptures made Song Ting feel baptized, looking at the small door not far away, Song Ting said: "Can't we enter through the gate in the light?" ”

Yan Zeyu's whole body was weak and needed to lean on her to move around, but her face was still black and white like a ghost, full of murderous intent: "Shut up, knock on the door." ”

Song Ting pursed his lips, "If it weren't for Miss Ben's kindness, cuteness and generosity, you would have been thrown into the barren mountains and forests to feed the wolves!" After speaking, he dragged Yan Zeyu's soft body hard, dragged him to the back, and knocked on it.

It was a young monk who came to open the door, his round and bare head shining in the sun, and he saw a man and a woman standing outside the door, gray-faced.

"Hey, kid, call a few adults, he's going to die."

Yan Zeyu scolded in his heart, you are dying......

After the little monk stood up and silently recited the sentence "Amitabha", he seriously looked at Yan Zeyu, whose head was blocked by black hair, and exclaimed: "Master Yan! ”

"So you two know each other."

The little monk immediately lifted his robe and ran towards the temple.

This Yan Zeyu doesn't look like a poker face, the range of communication is quite extensive, and even the temples in the deep mountains and old forests have acquaintances, yes, it seems that eating is not a problem today.

Several young monks ran with the little monk and helped Yan Zeyu in, and there was an old abbot behind him, who ordered on the side: "Quick, carry Master Yan to the side room." Then she came over and saluted Song Ting, and she folded her hands together according to the gourd to return the salute.

Yan Zeyu had fallen into a coma when she lay on the bed, her face was pale and clear, her eyes were closed, her eyebrows were condensed, and her expression was very painful.

The abbot reached out and grabbed Yan Zeyu's head, gently exposing his neck, a silver needle was sunk into the flesh, and the skin around the needle tip had turned dark purple.

"What's wrong with him?" Song Ting asked.

The abbot finished the pulse for Yan Zeyu, and sighed in a low voice, "Yan Shi's main body of the moon cold poison has not been cleared, and the silver needle is smeared with gold stinging water, which is the best thing to stimulate the moon cold poison." ”

The abbot summoned one of the young monks, "Hurry up to the Treasure Hall, report this matter to the donor of Miaoyin, and ask her to come quickly." ”

"Okay."

Treasure Hall? Isn't it for selling antiques......

"The girl rushed all the way here, come with me to the apse for a while, the old man has temporarily sealed the blood meridian of Lord Yan to prevent the poison from spreading throughout the body, you can rest assured."

Song Ting's face turned red, and he hurriedly waved his hand: "I'm not worried about him." Immediately followed the abbot out of the house.

The backyard of the temple is planted with a number of Bodhi trees, the crown of the tree is as big as an umbrella cover, the thick green onion is thick to block the setting sun, the courtyard is dark and cool, and only a few sparse bird cries can be heard.

Song Ting sat in the Nourishing Pavilion and drank the tartary buckwheat brought by the little monk, and while drinking, he saw that the abbot was pounding medicinal mud, "Master, are you very familiar with Master Yan?" ”

The abbot stopped the pestle in his hand, looked at the afterglow of the slanting sun that drilled through the crack in the window, and his thoughts flew away: "Three years ago, if it wasn't for Master Yan to come to the rescue, I'm afraid that Lao Wei would have been an underground soul now." ”

Song Ting held the tea and listened quietly.

"Back then, Lao Ga was still the abbot of Baoguang Temple......"

She knew that Mrs. Tang, who was eating fasting and reciting Buddha, had mentioned that the temple with the most incense in Cheng'an City had heard that she had asked for anything, but it was later sealed by the emperor's order, which hurt the hearts of many good men and women.

"The saint is getting old with the years, listening to the wild words of the ghosts and gods, indulging in immortal magic, not only that, the harem concubines slip fetus frequently, the emperor thinks that there are evil things in the palace, and the Cheng'an Imperial City is under the emperor's decree, and the situation of eliminating ghosts and subduing demons is becoming more and more intense. Come to the temple to burn incense and worship the Buddha and ask for talismans of the people in an endless stream, perhaps the temple incense is vigorous news to the emperor's ears, a month later the emperor personally came to the temple to incense and cleanse himself, go back less than three days by the court and the wild traitor villain scourge infected with a vicious disease almost died, but I thought it was in my temple stained with unclean things, the monks in the temple were taken into the prison, if it was not for the second prince, Yan Shi Lord for us to overturn the case,......" The abbot sighed again and again, talking about the past bitter and bitter, can not bear to continue.

"Who wants to frame a temple that is not involved in government affairs?" Song Ting felt weird.

The abbot shook his head, "I don't know, who wants to frame the emperor has not been able to find out so far." ”

The little monk stood outside the door at this time: "Master, it's time to eat." ”

"Let's go first, the old man will apply the medicine to the Yan donor."

As soon as Song Ting heard that he was going to eat, all the questions were left behind, and he happily followed the little monk and left.