Su Fu's arm moved slightly, and a short knife slipped from his sleeve into his hand. He has been on the cusp of life all these years, and if he didn't have a sword at his side, he wouldn't have been able to sleep at all.

After a long confrontation, the murderous aura on Xiao Song's body suddenly leaked, leaned over and said in Ran Yan's ear, "However, since Seventeen Niang begged each other, I can have no principles, but ......"

Xiao Song curled the corners of his lips slightly, glanced at Su Fu, did not finish the next words, turned around and walked out of the courtyard.

But what? Ran Yan turned to look at the shaking door, a little distracted.

Su Fu quietly put back the short knife, propped up the wall, and said to Ran Yan, "Thank you." ”

Ran Yan retracted his thoughts, walked down the porch, reached out and pinched Su Fu's wrist, and probed his pulse, "Finally out of danger." ”

The two sat down under the porch, and the people in the courtyard were horrified by Fang Cai's murderous aura, and silently went to do their own things.

"What are your plans for the future?" Ran Yan tilted his head and looked at his handsome side face with a pale face.

"Prepare to bring my mother's bones back to her hometown." Su Fu looked at Ran Yan's half-side face and hid the strangeness that swelled up in his heart.

For Su Fu, staying in Datang means that he can only live the days of hiding in Tibet, especially since his old enemy Xiao Song already knows his identity and appearance, and it is a hundred times easier to arrest him again than before. Xiao Song never does meaningless things, so he is willing to sell a favor to Ran Yan so easily.

"Your injuries need to be recuperated and find a place to retreat, which is a good thing for you." Ran Yanken's way.

Su Fu bowed slightly, got up and went back to the house, "Thank you, I owe you this favor, Su Fu will pay it back in the next life." ”

In this life, most of the people involved with him will not end well.

Ran Yan sat on the porch, looking at the mess in the courtyard, and after a few breaths, Su Fu's voice suddenly sounded again, "You know that I am a person full of right and wrong, why do you want to save me?" ”

Ran Yan raised his head and said with a smile, "Then when you came to me, why did you think I would save you?" ”

Su Fu was dumbfounded, this was purely an intuition, Ran Yan was so similar to him, the only difference was that the blood on her hands was a dead person, and he specialized in harvesting the lives of the living.

After dinner, Ran Yan received a letter from Ran's house, saying that she would be taken back to her house the day after tomorrow.

This news is absolutely only surprised but not happy for Ran Yan, Wan Lu and Xing Niang are also mixed with joy and sorrow, and the only happy person is Ge Lan, because she wants revenge, and only by getting close to the Gao family can she implement the revenge she has planned for a long time.

The hand-to-hand battle must be very exciting. Ran Yan was particularly happy to see this excitement, so he could only adjust his mentality to the most peaceful state.

When night falls, the sky is high, the moon and stars are scarce, and the clouds at the foot of the mountain come from the faint sound of chanting from the temple.

For Jinghui, this kind of voice may not only not be able to calm down, but is like a spell.

Ran Yan sighed, lay on the couch, and slowly closed his eyes.

In the early morning of the next day, before dawn, there was a small commotion in the courtyard, Ran Yan listened quietly for a while, and didn't hear anything, so he said loudly, "Xing Niang, what happened?" ”

After a few pauses, hurried footsteps sounded on the corridor, and Xing Niang came in with the curtain, "Lady, the Lang Jun you saved is gone, and only a letter is left." ”

"Hmm." Su Fu would leave was also expected by Ran Yan, she sat up, but for some reason she felt a little lonely in her heart. Stretched out his hand to take the letter, and when he opened it, there was only a piece of paper inside, and the handwriting was like his person, revealing a coldness, and the pen was sharp.

Say goodbye tonight, goodbye indefinitely, don't forget.

The payment is: sub-period.

The only hazy drowsiness that Ran Yan had left disappeared in an instant, and the image of him standing in the moonlight and smiling slightly came to mind.

What does it feel like?

"Lady......" Xing Niang couldn't help but worry when she saw her stunned appearance.

Ran Yan shook his head, "It's okay, you go out first, I want to sleep for a while." ”

Xing Niang saw that she was lying back again, so she retreated and closed the door.

Ran Yan reached out and touched the long flute next to the couch, pulled out the short sword inside, the cold light fell on her face, and she unconsciously narrowed her eyes.

It wasn't until the morning light came through the cracks in the lattice window that she put away the patient and lay down for a moment before calling Wanlu in to serve and freshen up.

After breakfast, Ran Yan lazily sat under the porch and breathed according to the book given by Su Fu, and after finishing the work, he moved the round waist chair to read the medical book, for the case of elopement and murder of men and women, Ran Yan has lost interest, and how to toss next is a matter for the government.

Evening Green was punished for copying scriptures, and Ge Lan taught Phantom Kong to practice calligraphy on the ground with a tree branch.

The day before returning to Ran Mansion, Ran Yan spent time doing nothing like this.

In the early morning of the second day, a government soldier came up to inform Ran Yan that Master Huaiyin's cremation was held in advance, just at noon today.

Ran Yan thought that the way to force Jinghui to show her feet, she was afraid that Jinghui's madness would be detrimental to the illusion, so she took the illusion and everyone to Yuncong Temple to watch the ceremony.

In the eyes of Buddhists, death is not the end, but a new beginning, especially for a monk like Huaiyin, who has a good understanding of the Dharma, death is the fulfillment of merit.

Enter the Yuncong Temple, the ancient temple of dead trees, a solemn group. Ran Yan thought, do these monks know the truth?

The weather was fine, and a fire had been set up in the open space, and Huaiyin sat on it, surrounded by monks chanting sutras. Xiao Song, Liu Pinrang and others stood on the periphery.

Ran Yan also found a remote place to stand.

"Master Huaiyin is still so good-looking." Phantom Void's gaze fell on Huaiyin's face, his expression full of admiration, "He must be the reincarnation of the Buddha." ”

"What do you say, if you say that you are good-looking, Xiao Shilang is also good-looking, is it also the reincarnation of the Buddha." Evening Green muttered quietly.

"It's different." Phantom Void argues.

It's different, Huaiyin's temperament of cutting off the red dust is different from everyone in the world.

The sun rises, the temple bell rings for a long time, ** constantly, and the brazier has been lit all around.

Ran Yan carefully observed Huaiyin, he was indeed not dead, otherwise it would never be possible to look like life two days after death.

The bell rang eighty-one times, but the chanting did not stop, but became more and more urgent. Seeing that the sun was approaching noon, Ran Yan was a little anxious, if Jinghui didn't come, would he really burn Huaiyin?

"Fire." The old monk standing in front said in a hoarse voice.

The little monks standing on the four sides have already lit the torches, chanting in a high-pitched voice, and the sound of wooden fish, which makes people extremely nervous.

Liu Qingsong frowned tightly, Xiao Song and Liu Pin were outrageously calm, as if it didn't matter if they really burned Huaiyin.

"Ignition." The old monk raised his voice.

When the four monks heard the sound, they put the torch close to the fire, and with a bang, the torch in the south corner fell to the ground.

Ran Yan frowned, followed by the second and third, and there were constantly monks falling.

Liu Qingsong hurriedly stepped forward to check his pulse, and found that they were only unconscious, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

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