Chapter 384: Xuanyuan Codex is not turbulent

Without the bone folding fan, Yan Huan would definitely not be able to find Xuanyuan Mausoleum.

When he was imprisoned by Song Xiaomin, he once entrusted Zhang Yaochuan, the youngest son of King Xu, to hand over the bone folding fan to Ye Mushen for himself.

Zhang Yaochuan and Yan Huan have been friends since childhood.

The latter also often teaches some skills of walking the rivers and lakes to this little boy with a skin to the sky, which can be regarded as his master.

The reason why Yan Huan was able to successfully escape this night was also thanks to Zhang Yaochuan's secret help.

Soon after Yan Huan was arrested by Song Xiaomin, he contacted Zhang Yaochuan through various channels.

In any case, the Seven Stars Bone Folding Fan could not fall into the hands of Yanagi Ming.

Ling Shang's whereabouts were uncertain, so he could only sneak it on Ye Mushen.

Yan Huan made this decision somewhat selfishly - he figured it out somewhat, Ling Shang had long recognized Ye Mushen; If he sees his broken bones fanning Ye Mu Shen's body, he may be able to find his whereabouts from the clues in it.

Although Zhang Yaochuan had never seen Ye Mushen, it was not difficult to find a handsome and indifferent white-haired man in one of the few inns in Yan'an City.

With some tricks, he can easily stuff the bone fan into his arms.

Later, this bone fan did come to Ling Shang's hands.

But Ling Shang didn't care about the tips from above, and only concentrated on solving the mystery of Xuanyuan Tomb.

And Yan Huan's ancestors and grandchildren, who had no hope of being released from prison, were taken out of the dungeon by Zhang Yaochuan's clever plan to hide from the world - of course, judging from Yan Huan's injury, that strategy was not very good.

Ye Mushen listened to Yan Huan roughly smooth out the ins and outs of the bone folding fan, and couldn't help frowning.

"You're saying that without that fan, you wouldn't have been able to find Xuanyuan Tomb?"

Yan Huan vomited out a mouthful of dark blood again, and his expression was already extremely weak, "Don't mention the bone fan...... If I can't find Hou Ye again, I won't be able to see the sun tomorrow morning. ”

"Is there no one else who can save you but him?"

Yan Huan gave Ye Mushen a look of "this is not nonsense", "My grandfather and I have been relying on his antidote for nearly a month to continue our lives." I'm not a fool, and I've asked a lot of Chinese medicine doctors in private this month. If I can solve this seven-star begonia, can I still do something for him? ”

He let out a long sigh again, "The last time I met Hou Ye was near a hugging tree not far away. I wondered if I could try my luck and rush here...... I didn't expect to see Master Hou, but I saw you. ”

Ye Mushen finally wiped away the chill on his face, "In this way, you can go back to Suxinguan with me for one night to recuperate." Tomorrow I will ask the monks in the temple to pay attention if they see Ling ...... Master Hou, please come back and detoxify you. ”

The three of them walked halfway, and Yan Huan collapsed.

Ye Mushen carried him back to Suxinguan.

In the past two days, the monks have received nearly 100 sick people.

They have no cure for the time being, so they can only use some harmless and heat-clearing prescriptions to relieve the pain of the patient.

The space for Suxinguan is limited, and there is no extra room to arrange for Yan Huan's grandchildren.

Ye Mushen generously let the two of them share the room with him.

After cleaning their wounds briefly, they went to the stargazing platform to find Su Yan.

Su Yan seemed to have been waiting for him for a while.

His eyes are like morning stars, his white eyebrows are in his sideburns, and he twists his beard and smiles, "Although it is said to be deep, is there no turbulence?" Words and thoughts are gentlemen, and they are not harmful. ”

Ye Mushen smiled bitterly, "I'm not here to talk to the Taoist chief. ”

Su Yan smiled lightly, "The layman wants to ask me where the Hou Ye is." ”

“…… Hey......"

Ye Mushen thought of the man's abyssal eyes, and his throat was full of bitterness.