Yan Lin had a long, long dream in which there was a timid little boy standing in a temple with a suona. The little boy was very thin, his clothes had faded, and there were patches on them. He seemed to have a feeling of recovering from a serious illness, a little weak and not frightened. There was a stain on her white face, and a pair of clear eyes looked around.

At this time, a woman came in a beautiful way, the woman was dressed in white, spotless, squatted down in front of the little boy with a kind smile, and asked, "Little junior brother, what is your name?"

The boy said shyly: "Yan ...... Yanlin. ”

The woman smiled gently: "My name is Jiang Duan, you don't have to be afraid, this is your new home." I'm your senior sister, and you'll follow me in the future, okay?"

Xiao Yanlin nodded like pounding garlic, but he still didn't dare to look at Jiang Duan's eyes.

Jiang Duan also held Xiao Yanlin's face and gave him an encouraging look. She pointed to the suona in Xiao Yanlin's hand and asked, "Why are you holding the suona?"

Xiao Yanlin hesitated: "If someone in someone's family dies, I ...... I'll play suona to them, and they'll give me money, and I'll be able to buy steamed buns to eat. ”

Jiang Du also smiled like a flower: "You blow a song to my senior sister." ”

Xiao Yanlin looked at Jiang Duhuan uncertainly, as if asking if she really wanted to listen. Jiang Du also smiled and nodded, and Xiao Yanlin pursed his lips and picked up the suona. Xiao Yanlin blew a suona in a full breath, Jiang Duan was still used to listening to the guqin and the cave flute, and was startled when he suddenly heard such music.

It was also at this moment that the roar of Mrs. Ciyi came from inside the house: "Get away and blow, noisy!"

Jiang Du also hurriedly fled with Xiao Yanlin. The two ran for a long time, out of breath. Xiao Yanlin looked a little aggrieved, but Jiang Du also said: "It's okay, blow it in a place where the master can't hear it, and the senior sister likes to listen to it." As he spoke, he smiled at Xiao Yanlin again.

Xiao Yanlin grinned at this time, and his eyes smiled like a pair of crescent moons.

However, at this time, Jiang Duan in the dream suddenly appeared with a dagger in his hand, poking at Xiao Yanlin, who was smiling, and just stabbed his dantian.

......

......

A sharp pain hit his whole body, and all the scenes in the dream dissipated. Yan Lin was awakened by severe pain, he covered his dantian and sweated, his body trembled slightly, and he was dizzy. The pain lasted for nearly a stick of incense before it eased slightly, allowing him to open his eyes.

He found himself in a valley, surrounded by lush hundred-year-old trees, with pine branches hanging out above his head. By this time, the rainstorm had stopped, but every now and then a drop or two would drop from the leaves.

He recalled the scene before he fell unconscious, and only remembered that he was forced to take "no injury" at that time, which was very painful. It was as if a monk had saved him, but he didn't know who he was.

As for why he fell in this valley, his memory was not very clear due to the pain of the poison at that time. I vaguely remember as if a boulder had struck him, pushing him miles away.

Just as he was thinking, he looked to the left, his muscles tightened, and he found a woman in black curled up not far away.

The woman's face was beautiful but quite cold, and she looked at Jiao Shuyu when she looked at it.

Yan Lin was still reminiscing about that dream at this time. Thinking of his senior sister, his hatred for the people of Baili Jiuzhai was difficult to suppress. Yan Lin thought to herself: "She is defenseless at the moment, if she kills her, it can be regarded as avenging her senior sister." ”

Yan Lin got up cautiously, his internal and external injuries were all in unison, and he almost fell straight down. He held onto a boulder between the two of them, and found his sword in the place where he had been lying. He drew his sword, a cold glint in his eyes.

He stabbed Jiao Shuyu with a sword in the chest, and Jiao Shuyu suddenly opened his eyes as soon as he was halfway through the stab. I saw her roll away sideways, and Yan Lin's sword was stuck in the dirt.

In the next second, he felt that his neck was wrapped around the whip, and as long as Jiao Shuyu exerted a little force, he would be killed immediately. Yan Lin's eyes closed, and he thought: "Death is death, anyway, I have already been hit by 'no injury', so it is better to die than to die in pain." ”

However, Jiao Shuyu did not exert any force.

Yan Lin's eyebrows swept over him: "Why don't you do it?"

Jiao Shuyu's whip was still wrapped around Yan Lin's neck, and she whispered in his ear, "I'm not a murderer. ”

Yan Lin sneered contemptuously, his expression was in disbelief: "You people from Baili Jiuzhai slaughtered my home, and now you say that you are not a person who loves to kill?"

Jiao Shuyu actually laughed at him at this time: "You Yanlin are stupid, are you all stupid in Wanyin Temple?"

"Don't insult my master!" Yan Lin was furious.

Jiao Shuyu chuckled, and his voice was like a drop of rain falling into a calm pond. She suddenly let go of Yan Lin, Yan Lin fell to the ground softly, and her body began to ache faintly again. At this moment, Jiao Shuyu on the side also stumbled, and she hurriedly held on to the boulder to stabilize her body.

Yan Lin realized that there was a large blood stain on her back. Yan Lin asked, "Are you injured too?" Jiao Shuyu said lightly: "It's okay." ”

Yan Lin propped himself up with his elbows, thinking about Jiao Shuyu's words just now. Although this sounds annoying, the truth is thought-provoking. "What you said also has some truth, it is true that not all people in Baili Jiuzhai are evil. He said, "But Wanyin Temple is in trouble, and the girl dares to say that this has nothing to do with you?"

Jiao Shuyu didn't even look at him, and said lightly: "It's not completely unrelated." Although I don't agree, I was there when I discussed the strategy, and I sent it when I sent the army, and it was indeed Baili Jiuzhai who raised me for so many years. If you insist that I am your enemy, I have nothing to say. ”

"You!" Yan Lin hated her attitude, but there was nothing he could do about her. He was so angry that he tried to support himself with his sword, but he failed, and his back hit the ground.

Jiao Shuyu took his sword at this time, ignored Yan Lin's shouting, used the sword as a crutch, frowned and walked to a corner, and took out a wrap of banana leaves from it. When I opened it, I found that it was a mashed herb.

Just when Yan Lin was wondering what her series of actions meant, Jiao Shuyu handed the herbs to Yan Lin: "It's okay if you wake up, I have an injury on my back, and I can't reach it, you can help me apply it." ”

Yan Lin was stunned for a moment, but after reacting, he threw the banana leaves aside, and became even more angry: "Miss Jiao is really big-hearted, aren't you afraid that I will stab you from behind?"

"It's just the two of us here, and you want to watch my wound become infected?"

"Why not?" Yan Lin asked rhetorically.

Jiao Shuyu looked at him for a long time, and Yan Lin had goosebumps all over his body: "What are you looking at?" Jiao Shuyu said: "Are you really stupid or are you pretending to be stupid?"

This is already the second time that Jiao Shuyu has taught him a lesson in this short period of incense, Yan Lin is extremely unconvinced: "Miss Jiao is scolding people indiscriminately, I'm afraid she has lost her mind?"

Jiao Shuyu said: "Han Yao's game in the Thousand Birds Pavilion, a discerning person knows that it is a trap at a glance, but you don't hesitate to throw yourself into the net." Isn't that stupid or stupid?"

Yan Lin was angry: "He used my senior sister to lure me into a trap, don't you say that he is insidious and cunning, but you say that I don't use my brains?"

In fact, the age difference between Jiao Shuyu and Yan Lin is only one or two years, and they are only seventeen or eighteen years old. First, women tend to be more mature at this age, and secondly, the growth environment is different, which makes Jiao Shuyu look much calmer than Yan Lin, who is still impulsive.

Her eyes burned, and they were full of reproach. This reminded Yan Lin that when he was in Wanyin Temple, Jiang Duan also stared at himself who had done something wrong with such eyes. Thinking of the senior sister, Yan Lin suddenly felt sad in his heart, and his nose was sour due to grief and indignation, and he quickly lowered his head.

Jiao Shuyu certainly captured the young man's emotional changes. Looking at the handsome young man bowing his head slightly, remembering that he often said "senior sister" in his mouth even when he was in a coma, he suddenly felt that this young man might just be affectionate and righteous, and care was just chaotic.

When Yan Lin lowered his head, his nose moved slightly, and his eyelashes drooped, which made people resonate when he looked at it. Jiao Shuyu's tone softened slightly: "That trap was not given to you at all, it was prepared for people who had been following Han Yao all the way from Wanyin Temple. Han Yao, he didn't even see the figure of the person who was following the person, can you do it with this little cultivation?"

At this time, Yan Lin was not convinced, and wanted to interject, but was stopped by Jiao Shuyu with a look. She continued: "I was a little puzzled when I found out that the person who fell into the trap was a hairy boy like you, and it was only when Master Ichibana came that I realized that there might be someone else who was following him. In this way, you are also a genius among the 'prey'. ”

Yan Lin looked up in surprise: "Are you saying that the person who came to the torture room to save me is Master Yihua?"

There are three people who have the highest cultivation in this world. The first is Yu Junjian, the head of Dai'an Peak, the second is Han Casting Sword, the leader of the Baili Jiuzhai League, and the third is the monk I saw before, the master of Yihua of Jinshan Temple. Yan Lin never expected that he would be rescued by him inadvertently.

"With flowers in one hand and relics in the other, how many monks do you think there are in the world?"

Jiao Shuyu is probably right, Yan Lin thought to himself. With his lotus flower, he can hold himself up, and he is also comfortable in the face of the immortal array of Baili Jiuzhai, his cultivation is really unfathomable, and the possibility of ranking among the top three in the world is also very great. Although I don't know why Master Yihua is tracking Han Yao, it seems that he is right.

Yan Lin pouted: "But what does this have to do with my unwillingness to help you apply the medicine?"