I walked through the courtyard and saw Hai Piao sitting in the hall, flipping through a book and reading it carefully, I didn't dare to stay alone by his side, maybe I was afraid, afraid that he would suddenly talk to me or something, and after crossing the courtyard, I went directly to the opposite courtyard.

The courtyard is quiet, and there is even some dust on the tables and chairs, and it seems that in the days when I am away, everyone does not get together to chat and laugh as before, and even the yard is not cleaned.

If there is no more me in the future, will they just disperse relatively silently, leave here, and find another way?

What is Song Lingjian's plan? I walked into the small hall and looked at her still closed door—

My eyes widened—

In the depths of the crack in the door, there seemed to be a green light of fireflies shining on the ground—

It's a ghost lamp again! This is the third time I've seen it in Song Lingjian's room, what the hell is she doing? Even if it's really a ghost lamp, it shouldn't be here!

I thought, if I want to go in now, I shouldn't be afraid that Song Lingjian will find out, but I'm a little scared, in case this ghost lamp is here to take me away, if I go in now, will I just fall into the hands of the ghost?

I can't care so much about it!

I closed my eyes and slammed into it, and sure enough, I didn't hit anything, and when I opened my eyes, I was already in Song Lingjian's room.

I immediately chased after the green light, and I was stunned on the spot!

Ghost!

I turned around and wanted to run out!

But no, I finally saw the source of the light of this ghost lamp, and I couldn't be scared away without seeing it, right?

Besides—

I turned my head slightly, Song Lingjian was also staring at the green light of the fireflies, could she see it?

If she can see it, it means it's not a ghost.

I turned around and looked in horror at the green light floating in mid-air, little by little, like a blur of many butterflies that could only shine, and the glowing human image was a mist, as the green light flickered and dimmed, it seemed to disappear at any time.

And these little bits of green light flew out from a stove on the ground - wasn't that stove the hand warmer that Song Lingjian held in his hand every winter? This hand warmer is so magical, can it be born with light? It's amazing!

Then I saw the green light in the crack of Song Ling's arrow door before, is it all because she is doing this trick inside?

Song Lingjian looked at this human figure seriously, it may be too vague, and he doesn't know if it is a man or a woman, could this be the soul of the secluded hand warmer, right?

Who could it be? It must be a very important person, but I have never heard Song Lingjian mention anything in the past, let alone an important person in her life.

Song Lingjian sighed lightly, the green light dimmed instantly, like a burning spark, some disappeared in mid-air, some fell back into the pot, and the humanoid disappeared in the blink of an eye, although it was only an illusory shape, the feeling of disappearing was as if this person had died, and it was indescribably uncomfortable.

"I've spent so many years just confirming that what you said back then was true. Why did you promise me? Why? Song Lingjian sat alone in the dark, hanging his head and muttering to himself.

She is trapped in her own world, chasing old dreams that no one knows.

Who could it be that makes you so concerned? Is there anyone in this world that you Song Lingjian believes in?

"Bang bang bang—" Someone knocked on the door outside.

"What's the matter?" Song Lingjian raised her head, her voice was full of unfinished sentimentality, she seemed to know who was coming.

"Let's see if you're dead." Han San laughed and shouted outside.

Song Lingjian got up slowly, picked up the hand warmer on the ground and held it in his arms, closed his eyes vigorously for a while, and opened the door.

"What's wrong with you?" Han San smiled as if he was taken aback by Song Lingjian's appearance.

"It's fine." Song Lingjian walked out, her thin body trembled stiffly in the cold wind, she was half-lying and half-sitting on the recliner, her body curled up slightly, like a weak girl. Only then did I see her face clearly, pale as paper, and the room was too dark to see her face so badly.

"Are you really okay?" Han Sanxiao felt that she was very abnormal.

"It's fine."

Han San smiled and frowned, feeling that she was weird: "You have something, say it quickly." ”

Song Lingjian stood up abruptly, taking a few steps back from Han Sanxiao, still with his back to him, refusing to look back.

"What's wrong with you? Don't want me to see you? Could it be that your face is also a cicada face, and you have been torn apart? Han San smiled and said coldly.

"I'm not in the mood to joke with you, stay away from me." Song Lingjian didn't have any intention of joking.

Han Sanxiao felt a wave of uneasiness in his heart: "You say, Yan Fei's injury can't be cured?" ”

Song Lingjian lowered his head, and there was no blood on the back of his white neck.

Han Sanxiao's heart sank: "Impossible, even if there is no Jinse, your beads have the same method, is it more important than Yan Fei's life?" ”

"It's been refined for the most part, it's not as good as before." Song Lingjian's hand holding the hand warmer tightened slightly, as if he was afraid that someone would take it away again.

"Is it not as effective as before, or are you not willing to refine it at all?" Han San smiled and narrowed his eyes and said coldly.

"Yes, I'm reluctant to refine it, so what? Even if it was refined, it wouldn't save her life. Her rust poison is like a faint cloud needle poison, and even more than that, almost growing with her blood and bones, and if you want to drain the rust, it will be equivalent to draining half of her life-"

"And what if it's Jinse?"

"No way!"

"Why not? Or do you not want to fight against Shangguan Bo at all? Han Sanxiao also raised his voice.

"Even if you snatch Jin Se from Shangguan Bo, what can you save Yan Fei? You and I both know Jin Se's power of repulsion, even if we only save Yan Fei in front of us now, the rest of her life is definitely not what she wants. ”

"What if she doesn't get this palm? Isn't it going to be okay? Why? Why did you let Zhao Shun go on the mountain? ”

Song Lingjian stiffened his back and said, "There is no reason, I don't need to explain to you." ”

"You don't want to explain, is it like Shangguan Bo said, you have some relationship with Langxia?"

Song Lingjian did not answer.

Wanderer? Shangguan Bo on the mountain seems to have mentioned this name as well.

"Your internal strength loses and gathers quickly, is it because you saved Yun Niang first, and then saved Yan Fei, so you didn't get together, so you couldn't confront Zhao Yi who disguised himself as you, so he let him-"

"Shut up! You don't have to guess about me. It's none of your business who I'm connected to! Song Lingjian said hoarsely.

Han San smiled and didn't want to quarrel, so he lowered his voice flatteringly and said, "Nothing has anything to do with me, but in the end, is everything in your hands?" I'm not trying to blame you for anything-"

"Then you can shut up."

"Where did that potion come from? I know that you are not from You Wulong, and that medicine pot is the pot of medicine protection of You Wulong's descendant, how can you have You Wulong's strange treasures—and the booklet that records rare herbs and the method of breaking poison—none of these things belong to you, including this medicine bead that looks very much like Jinse—where did you get it? Han San smiled and said seriously.

Song Lingjian trembled slightly, messing up the rhythmic heartbeat, and weakly clenched his fist.

"I know You Wulong, and I also know some things about it that ordinary people don't know." Han Sanxiao took the initiative to admit first, it seemed that he really wanted to dig out some secrets from Song Lingjian's mouth.

"Oh?"

"You have no dragon, you have no dragon, there is no dragon but the phoenix, it is a women's power village, all the men who grew up in You Wulong have only two ways out of adulthood, for the medicine slave, or for the elders of the clan. Who is this person who left your medicine pot? Han Sanxiao seemed to guess that this medicine pot was given by the man in You Wulong, and said coldly.

Song Lingjian raised his head quietly, his long hair hanging down on his back, and his undisguised casualness was so moving: "He is an outcast of You Wulong, and he has long been not a person of You Wulong." ”

"It's not so easy to leave You Wulong, otherwise You Wulong's medical path would have been rotten a long time ago. Even if you are an outcast, you can't just leave, at least I've never met anyone who came out of You Wulong. ”

"Yes, so he was the first person in You Wulong, because he did what people in You Wulong didn't dare to do, and he succeeded." Song Lingjian narrowed his eyes fiercely.

The person she was talking about, the original owner of the medicine pot she had been trying to protect, the first person she was talking about, You Wulong, could it be the green light humanoid, right?

"Amazing, amazing." Han Sanxiao's sentence "remarkable" has many layers of flavor, most of which are sour.

Song Lingjian didn't care: "When did you find out that it was You Wulong's medicine pot?" ”

"A long time ago. Only the medicine pot without a dragon in the world can be undefeated without fire. There are only nine pots in the world, sweet and warm, bitter and cold, hot and cold, salty and sour, these nine kinds are medicinal properties, medicine of the village, named nine pots after medicinal properties. These nine medicine pots are the treasures of medicine that have been passed down from generation to generation by You Wulong, and the cold medicine is cold, and the warm medicine is warm, and the spiritual curiosity can only be owned by the women of Youzhuang. ”

"Looks like you know a lot."

"No more, no less, just came in handy, no more, I'm gone, it's empty."

"Don't be modest, hypocrisy is disgusting." Although Song Lingjian was not in good spirits, he didn't hear much about what he said.

"Hmph, I didn't believe it at first, I saw that this pot was extraordinary, but you used it as a stove to warm your hands, and then I studied it carefully, its temperature is always the same, that is, it will not be too hot, nor too cold, if it is an ordinary warm pot, no matter the hot water you put in it or the hot charcoal, there is always a difference in warmth, although I don't dare to open it to see what is put inside, but basically it has been determined that it is one of the nine pots, and it is also the second of the nine pots, and the sex is mild. It is only you, Song Lingjian, who used such a treasure as a stove to warm your hands, which is really a tyrannical thing. Han San shook his head with a smile, it seemed that he knew a lot, mysterious legends, ancient factions.

"If a treasure is shelved, it is a tyrannical thing." Song Lingjian walked to the hall and sat down tiredly.

"Legend has it that You Wulong has always been trying to emulate the miraculous medicine that goes hand in hand with Jin Se - could it be that your medicine bead was developed by this person from You Wulong?" Han San smiled strangely.

As soon as everyone talked about Jin Sezhu, it was like they had fallen into some evil spell, their eyes lit up, and their expressions were nervous, even Han Sanxiao was like this.

"As I said, Jinse has no creator, and what the Hand of Heaven created is a perfect and immutable accident. No one can imitate, no one. Song Lingjian muttered.

"So where did this bead come from? It is so similar to Jinse, almost fake, even Zhao Yi has been deceived by you - a pair of Jinse has already caused chaos in the world, if anyone knows that there is medicine similar to it, it will cause even greater strife. Han San said with a hateful smile.

Song Lingjian turned his head lightly, his long hair running down his cheeks, covering his staring eyes: "Do you really want to know so?" ”

"I really want to know." Han San replied word by word.

"You beg me?"

"I beg you." It was rare that Han Sanxiao did not resist at all.

"I don't need you to beg me, you want to know that it's okay, let's exchange questions and answers, what do you think?" Song Lingjian's voice carried a silent smile.

"Yes, great." Han San gritted his teeth with a smile of hatred.

Song Lingjian was silent and said, "You close the courtyard door." ”

Han San smiled obediently and closed the courtyard door.

"Add a fire."

Han San smiled obediently and added the fire.

"Sit down."

Han San sat down obediently with a smile.

I almost laughed, Han Sanxiao's obedient and obedient appearance was quite cute, like a child begging for candy.

Song Lingjian smiled, the long hair covering the side of his face moved slightly, and he was already about to speak.