Xuan Liuyao unhurriedly put the bamboo basket on his back: "Mr. said this, because he was afraid that outsiders would casually enter the mountain and disturb our tranquility." ”

"What, are you looking at this large piece of immortal mountain that can't raise a fierce beast? You two followed me closely, and your ears listened. Shang Yang said, taking the lead out of the Lingqing Temple.

Xuan Liuyao and Ah Jiu looked at each other for a long time, and Xuan Liuyao slapped his thigh: "What are you afraid of!" ”

The two followed closely after a few steps.

The mountains and forests are dense, fruity and flowery. Shangyang first took them around the top of the Ling Mountain, and then looked for several mountains in the distance, except for the westernmost one: "No one is allowed to go to that mountain, there is a Lingzhi that cures all diseases in the mountain, but there are immortals guarding it, and no one is allowed to trespass." ”

Immortal?

Xuan Liuyao tugged at the corners of his mouth, the gods are here.

He suddenly remembered something: "Sir, can the Lingzhi cure the illness of Hu Seventeen and his wife?" ”

"This ......" Shangyang didn't seem to think about this problem, "The old man doesn't know." Even if you can, I'm afraid you won't be able to get it. ”

"How do you know if you don't try? Besides, doesn't the gentleman know how to take things out of the air? Won't you just get it? ”

Shangyang knocked a chestnut on his head: "Just you are smart." ”

I don't know if it's praise or disapproval, anyway, he threw down this sentence and strode away.

I don't have the ability to do that.

Xuan Liuyao and they walked around the mountains for several days, and they really found the scarce herb, which looked like a sugar skewer, and there were tight and full fruits under the long leaves, which meant that there were many seeds and many blessings.

Now that he has found it, Xuan Liuyao doesn't care about the Ganoderma lucidum in Xishan.

However, when passing by, I could hear a "cooing" sound from the mountain, and Shangyang said that this was the mount of the Xishan fairy - osprey.

I don't know if the beast that Mr. said is this osprey, and I haven't seen anything else.

They returned to Lingqingguan to boil the ointment peacefully, and Shangyang stared at the black foaming medicine soup in the medicine pot, and suddenly said: "Hu ...... If it is not suitable, it is called Hu is not suitable. ”

"What?" Xuan Liuyao, who added to the fire, was a spirit.

"Hu Seventeen and his wife gave birth to a child, so they named it Hu Yiyi. Why not? ”

Shangyang took it upon himself to casually recite a name for the future child of Hu Seventeen and his wife, which was like a light copper bell, knocking out in Xuan Liuyao's mind: The fox does not doubt, the fox does not doubt......

It's coming.

It's coming!

The Spirit Fox is coming!

"What are you laughing at?" Shangyang glanced at him suspiciously.

Ay?

Xuan Liuyao realized that he was grinning and smirking, and his saliva was smiling. He hurriedly sucked: "Okay...... Good name. ”

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Time passed, and at the beginning of winter of another year, the palace sent something again.

Fu Feiyan learned that the Holy Lord already knew that they were in Lingshan, so he gave a lot of food and clothes openly, and also brought a lot of gold and silver. Shangyang took away all the gold and silver ingots, and didn't leave any of them for Xuan Liuyao.

Xuan Liuyao watched as he wrapped a sheet in front of him and dragged them all away, the heavy gold and silver rubbing against each other, gurgling, like Xuan Liuyao's belly slander.

But he didn't dare say a word.

No amount of gold or silver can match the gentleman's happy smile.

His own unpleasantness is nothing. He sat depressed in the courtyard, and felt that there was something wrong with his depression. The husband should regard gold and silver as dung, and if the husband wants dung, he can as much as he wants.

But why didn't he keep a little for himself?

Not at all.

The east and west courtyards are separated by a wall, and any movement in the courtyard can be heard.

In the past few days, there has always been some sizzling sound in the west courtyard, and he doesn't know what Shangyang is doing, so he didn't come to the east courtyard. Xuan Liuyao was so curious by the sound that he couldn't help but open his eyes to peek.

I saw Shangyang sitting in the courtyard, and in front of him was a stone tripod, and I didn't know what was flowing in the stone tripod. While stirring, Shangyang threw the gold and silver ingots into it, and then picked up the red and white juice that had been burned, and hung it up layer by layer to dry.

When it dries, the juice becomes a piece of cloth, soft and smooth, with a moist sheen.

Xuan Liuyao thought about it for a long time. If it is said to be alchemy, it should be thrown away to refine gold and silver, and this is made of gold and silver to refine cloth, and I can't think of what it is for.

Since I can't think of it, I don't want to.

He sighed and rolled in to read, until he shouted in the West Courtyard: "Liuyao, come here!" ”

"Hey!"

He hurriedly rolled to the west courtyard.

The stone tripod in the courtyard was gone, there was no gold or silver, there was no cloth, it was empty and tidy, only a spring under the west wall, bubbling down the half-bamboo tube into the water tank below.

"What is the matter with the disciple called the gentleman?"

After coming to Lingshan, Shangyang said that he was no longer a prince, and he called himself a "disciple".

Shangyang sat at a table in the main room, with a robe stacked on the table, looking at the new spotless, the color was a little golden in the white, but the yellow was very light, like a little yellow after a long time of white, but because of its luster, it would never make people think about the old.

"Try it." Kamiyang raised his chin against the robe.

The robes that Fu Feiyan gave him were all in his room. I don't know where Shangyang got one for him? Xuan Liuyao lifted the robe suspiciously, and felt that the fabric was very familiar.

"I've had a lot of itchy ears these days." Shangyang said without a word.

"Oh, I'll dig it for you." Xuan Liuyao hurriedly put down his robe and prepared to find the ear spoon.

"Someone is scolding me behind my back."

"Huh?"

"Some people call me greedy for money."

"Who?"

Shangyang glanced up at him and didn't speak.

Xuan Liuyao was inexplicable, took the robe and looked at it again, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

The fabric of the robe is soft to the touch, very slippery, bright but not excessive, and the color is plain. There is also a layer of interlayer added to it, I don't know what was added to the interlayer, it was gently soft, and it was flattened when pinched, but it returned to its original state as soon as it was loosened.

The size looks about the same.

He happily changed into a new robe, the right size, very light: "Sir, where did this robe come from?" Very good. ”

"It's made of gold and silver ingots given by the Queen Mother, but it's just right, not a centimeter, and it's all used." Shang Yang said slowly.

"Huh?"

Xuan Liuyao was very surprised, a few days ago, Shangyang made this robe for him with the cloth made with gold and silver in the courtyard?

"The gold and silver robe is fireproof, waterproof, sword-proof, and the interlayer inside is made of good silk, and the down of birds and birds is added, which is thin and soft and warm. Does Xuan Xiao Zhenren like it? ”

"Like, like."

Naturally, I like it, I like it very much. Xuan Liuyao looked down left and right happily, thinking that he was growing taller at this time, and he was afraid that he would not be able to wear it next year, and he couldn't help but feel a little regretful in his heart.

Shangyang said: "The old man is made according to your adult height, you can wear it." ”

Without waiting for him to thank him, Shangyang sighed: "I've been busy for several days, I'm afraid I've been carrying grievances for several days, and the old man is tired." ”

With that, he got up and walked inside. Xuan Liuyao hurriedly caught up: "Sir, the disciple will beat your back." The disciple has never complained about Mr., let alone scolded him. Mr.'s sincerity to his disciples can be seen by the sun and the moon. ”

"Then why haven't you come to see the old man in the past few days?"

“...... I'm afraid of disturbing Mr. ”

Xuan Liuyao was quite weak-hearted, and he was in a hurry to knock on the thin back of Shangyang.

"No need. Your queen mother told you to go back to the palace, so you can go. By the way, I went to see Hu Qiqi and his wife, and it was time for their child to be born. ”

"Yes."

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It has been three years since he arrived in Lingshan, and Xuan Liuyao has left Lingshan for the first time.

He and Ah Jiu led the horses down the mountain and turned to the cave to hang the carriage.

The carriage had been placed in the cave for three years, and it was still the same as before, not even the mattress it was padded was not damp, and even the blood stains stained by Ah Jiu's injuries back then seemed to be able to turn into blood again with a little water.

In the past three years, he and Ah Jiu have grown taller.

As soon as the New Year comes, he will be ten years old. And Ah Jiu is also eighteen or nineteen years old at this time, although he has his own shortcomings, his shoulders and waist are still wider than before, especially in the past three years in the mountains, all kinds of chores and heavy work, he has done a lot, and he has been much less weak in the past, but he has shown some courage.

He put the carriage on the horse's body, and his hands and feet were sharp. Xuan Liuyao stood aside and looked at him, remembering that he had sacrificed his life to protect him, and looking at his changes at this time, he was quite touched in his heart.

Ah Jiu set up the carriage, turned around, and saw Xuan Liuyao stunned, he pulled the corners of his mouth, hugged him to the wheel, and opened the curtain for him, and after he entered the carriage, he jumped on the horse and shook the rope: "Drive!" ”

The body moved slightly, and then there was no movement.

"Drive! Drive! ”

Ah Jiu shouted and whipped the horsewhip.

Xuan Liuyao lifted the curtain, leaned out half of his body and asked, "Ah Jiu, what's wrong?" ”

Ah Jiu blushed slightly, jumped off the wheel and pulled up the horse rope: "It's okay, it's probably because this horse hasn't pulled the cart for a long time, and it's unfamiliar." ”

He didn't say it was because he was driving a horse for the first time - no.

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Along the way, the master and servant two, one concentrated on driving the horse outside the carriage, and the other closed his eyes in the carriage to recuperate. I only listened to the horse's hooves knocking on the ground, the sound of clanging, and the wheels of the wheels, only to feel a curtain of cloth, dividing the two into the south of the world and the north of the earth, silent.

In the days on the mountain, I don't know when it began, Ah Jiu became more and more silent, as if he was hiding something on his mind.

Xuan Liuyao didn't know how to be relieved. The days in the mountains are not as good as those in the palace or the capital.

At dusk, the carriage stopped.

There was a voice greeted by Xiao Er outside the car: "The guest officer stays in the hotel?" ”

Only then did he remember that he had forgotten to tell Ah Jiu to leave Hu Seventeen's village, and that he would pass by that side when he came back, and he would have to buy something to bring to them in the capital anyway.

It was much warmer in the inn.

The hall on the first floor is a place to eat, and there are several large tables, which are already half full. On the lamp, lined with the heat of the food, and then there are voices of high and low voices, all of a sudden the excitement comes out.

The two of them stood under the stairs in a daze, both with some hot eyes.

The fireworks in the world are reunited after a long absence.

"The guest officer is seated here--" The loud greeting woke them both from their bosoms.

The shopkeeper led the two to a small table in the corner of the hall, although the small table was not large, but the view was good. Sitting facing the door, you can see the visitors at the entrance of the store and the people in the lobby at a glance.

The meals were all ready, Xuan Liuyao and Ah Jiu were already hungry, and they were like flying, gobbling up.

"This little boy, let Jean." A deep voice suddenly sounded in my ears.

A knife-wielding man with thick eyebrows and long eyes and a hooked nose squeezed to Xuan Liuyao's side, raised his elbow, squeezed Xuan Liuyao, who was chewing rice, out of half a stool, and almost fell to the ground with a rice bowl, but fortunately, Ah Jiu on the side stretched out his hand and pulled it, so that he did not fall.

Xuan Liuyao stood at the table with a rice bowl and looked at the man.

The man is actually not very old, if you look closely, you are about 20 years old, and your skin is a little dark, so you look old. He was dressed ordinary, ordinary cloth robes, but he didn't look like the kind of ordinary people who lived on coolies, and he was even more majestic, squinting at the door of the store.

The most special thing is that his eyes, in the light of the not very bright candles, are black and gray, and there is also a layer of blue.