As soon as Gu Tiannan heard the words "burn the knife", the confusion and anger on his face immediately dissipated.

The burning knife is produced in the north of Youzhou, the taste is extremely strong, the entrance is like a knife, the children of the well-off family generally prefer the soft and fragrant apricot blossom wine or the daughter red, the knife licking the blood of the rivers and lakes grass and mountain bandits and horse thieves are very fond of this cheap but masculine spirit.

After a long absence, Gu Tiannan owed the "Dead Sparrow" a great favor as soon as they met, the two held each other's hands, and the "Dead Sparrow" was half an inch taller than Gu Tiannan, and the look between his eyebrows and eyes was breathtaking.

Although he was covered by this shabby beggar-like ragged clothes, "Dead Sparrow" is still a graceful and turbid son.

Although the friendship between men is rarely tender, the eyes of both of them are slightly moist at this time, Gu Tiannan stretched his head over, and asked softly in the ear of the dead sparrow: "Sparrow, what about the few long shirts I gave you before, were they used by you as copper coins to buy books?"

The "dead sparrow" blinked, his face full of "everything is in plain sight".

He stretched out two fingers, tugged at the coarse linen shirt on his body, and grinned: "The five-flowered horses and daughters are all things outside the body, and only poetry and books are enough to please yourself." I don't have the opportunity to travel with you to travel the rivers and lakes, if I don't read more, won't I be a frog at the bottom of the well for the rest of my life?

After speaking, the "dead sparrow" bowed to Lin Yuehua, waved his hand to Gu Tiannan, and then turned around and squeezed into the pilgrims rubbing shoulders, and walked slowly down the mountain step by step against the crowd.

The pilgrims, who looked more frightened than surprised on their faces, hurriedly made way for the "cloth scholar" who scared away Shunjiehou, and people wondered if this kid had used some demonic magic to control the mind of Si Qingchen.

Could it be that this kid is a demon cult demon who eats people's hearts and livers, otherwise who else can scare Xi Qingchen into that virtue?

Qi Zhipu, Wang Dameng and several other Hongxuanzong disciples standing beside Gu Tiannan seemed to be no different from those unknown pilgrims in the eyes of this "dead sparrow", and they didn't even have a look.

Qi Zhipu, Wang Dameng and other Hongxuanzong disciples have long been accustomed to this kind of scene, and the "dead sparrow" in Gu Tiannan's mouth is named Lin Fengming, not only in Dongcang Pavilion, but also in Hongxuanzong is a maverick "weirdo".

Qi Zhipu They just heard that Lin Fengming's talent is very strange, rare in a hundred years, and the master Ancestor Qingce Tianzun favors him, and even directly accepts him into his door.

Therefore, Lin Fengming is the same generation as Gu Tiannan's master Gu Fan and uncle Ning Yuan.

Whether it is in the temple or in the rivers and lakes, Hongxuanzong is in charge of teaching Qingce Tianzun is a well-deserved old immortal of the Daomen, and it is a great blessing to be accepted as an apprentice by Qingce Tianzun, how many children of the rivers and lakes and temples dare not even dream of it.

But this Lin Fengming, who didn't know the blessing in the blessing, after worshipping Qingce Tianzun as his teacher, he had neither the heart of Taoism nor the way of the sword, but every day he went into the Guanyun Building, which had countless ancient books and collections, holding a huge volume and reading hard. There is a posture of "three watches and five watches, which is exactly when boys are studying".

Although Lin Fengming was obsessed with the sea of books, he did not have the slightest pedantic atmosphere on his body, and occasionally talked with Qingce Tianzun for a long time, and sometimes even discussed with Qingce Tianzun all night.

The disciples of Hongxuanzong are puzzled by this, if you want to read the sage book to gain fame, you can go to the university palaces of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, where there are Hongru giants full of wealth, why bother to come to the Daomen Ancestral Court Hongxuanzong who cultivates immortals and practices swords?

It is strange to say that Qingce Tianzun, who has always been strict, never cares about the words and deeds of his junior disciple Lin Fengming, let alone asks half a word, and even lives in the Zixiao Palace on the Little Lotus Peak is Lin Fengming's own request.

Lin Fengming's "strange things" are far more than that, this person's personality is extremely arrogant, and being cold as frost is the most common expression on his face.

After going up the mountain for five years, except for Qingce Tianzun and Gu Tiannan, Lin Fengming almost never talked to others, so that many disciples of Hongxuanzong thought that this bookish guy was a mute.

None of the disciples of Dongcang Pavilion knew how the senior brother subdued this Lin Fengming, who was not good at oil and salt, and the two were like brothers and sisters, and they called each other pumpkin and sparrow respectively. If it weren't for Gu Tiannan's presence today, Lin Fengming, who has always been cold and arrogant, would definitely not bow to Lin Yuehua, at most he would just nod.

"Let's go, go back to Little Lotus Peak to meet your master first, and then settle accounts with your uncle!" Lin Yuehua had already experienced Lin Fengming's withdrawn character, and today she was both surprised and happy when she saw Lin Fengming bow to herself.

Lin Yuehua walked into the pilgrim team with six disciples, passed the "Xuanyue Gate", walked slowly for half an hour, and saw from a distance that there was a gray Taoist robe running with a sword on the steep mountain road ahead, and there were several Hongxuanzong disciples in silver and white robes more than ten zhang behind him.

The gray-robed Taoist with a smart body has fluttering sleeves, swaying forward and backward, very dusty, making the pilgrims dazzled for a while.

When he ran in front of Lin Yuehua and Gu Tiannan, all the pilgrims saw the appearance of this gray-robed Taoist clearly, only to see that he had long eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and a sparse four or five beards on his chin, which was quite a bit of the elegance of a scholar. Before the gray-robed Daoist could speak, Gu Tiannan and several Hongxuan Sect disciples knelt down on one knee and shouted respectfully: "Master!"

It turned out that this gray-robed Taoist was the Pavilion Master of the Dongcang Pavilion of Hongxuanzong, Gu Fan.

Gu Fan has a weak nature, and he usually wears out a lot of seven emotions and six desires when he participates in Zen and enlightenment, but Gu Tiannan is like a father and son with him, how can he not worry about his stomach after not seeing him for two years?

Today, Gu Fan heard his disciple Zhao Tianyang say that Lin Yuehua and several disciples were trapped at the foot of the mountain by Shunjie Hou Si Qingchen and others, and he was so anxious that he hurriedly ran with his sword in his hand, and now he saw that a few people were safe and sound, and he was so happy that he almost shed tears in his heart.

Gu Fan stepped forward and helped Gu Tiannan up, patted Gu Tiannan's shoulder and said, "It's dark, it's strong, it's ......."

Lin Yuehua snorted coldly and said, "What about Ning Yuan? Tiannan almost lost his life in the bamboo spring forest in Wenyang, your senior brother Ning who is excellent in swordsmanship actually has the heart to drink tea with Song Taishou, where is he hiding? I will settle this account with him sooner or later!"

Gu Fan clenched the long sword in his hand, bowed his head and said nothing, his expression gloomy.

Gu Tiannan saw that Master's face was gloomy, and hurriedly said, "Master, the matter of Zhuquan Forest is all to blame for the recklessness of the disciples, and it has nothing to do with Uncle Shi. During this two-year trip down the mountain, my uncle treated me and my junior brothers meticulously, and many times I disregarded my safety and went into danger alone......"

Before Gu Tiannan could finish speaking, Lin Yuehua interrupted the conversation and said angrily: "Tiannan, the more you defend Ning Yuan, the more angry I become! Gu Fan, where is Ning Yuan? I'll go find him now!"

Gu Fan turned around and muttered, "He's on Little Lotus Peak, he can't go anywhere......"

Gu Tiannan faintly heard that there was something wrong with the master's tone, but now that the master was angry, he didn't dare to ask more.

Gu Tiannan was hesitating, and the panting Zhao Tianyang and several other Hongxuanzong disciples ran over from the mountain: "Master, what about the little bastard with a purple shell? The third master ancestor is not in the Zhenwu Palace, I only found the master, and the little bastard who was hit by a thousand knives ran away?"

Lin Yuehua didn't pay attention to Zhao Tianyang, she and Gu Fan have been married for decades, and the two of them can see each other's intentions with one look.

Seeing Gu Fan's gloomy face and low voice at this moment, how could Lin Yuehua not see that he was full of thoughts?

"Ning Yuan is in Little Lotus Peak, he can't go anywhere, isn't it ......" Lin Yuehua chuckled in her heart, tore off her sleeves to tie the wound, handed the long sword in her hand to Gu Tiannan, and said to the disciples behind him: "Let's go home!"

On the ninth day of the ninth month of September, the Zixiao Palace of the Little Lotus Peak, the bright moon is like frost, the good wind is like water, and the clear scenery is infinite.

Dongting Mountain stretches for more than 100 miles, the mountain road is steep and tortuous, and there are many pilgrims from all over the country during the Double Ninth Festival, it was already night when Gu Tiannan returned to Little Lotus Peak, and Lin Fengming, who had finished buying wine and copying the trail, arrived half an hour earlier than Gu Tiannan.

After returning to Zixiao Palace, Gu Tiannan saw that the tired master did not rush to find Ning Yuan, but let all the disciples rest early, and a stone in his heart finally fell to the ground, he only hoped that the place where his uncle was hiding was secret enough, and he would not be scolded by his master because of himself.

Unexpectedly, when Ning Yuan, the Kaiyang Sword who was quite famous in the rivers and lakes, was also afraid, it could really be said that one thing fell to one thing.

Gu Tiannan lay on the comfortable bed after two years of absence, with mixed feelings. In the past two years, he has traveled to the rivers and lakes, and I don't know if Uncle Ning Yuan did it intentionally, Gu Tiannan rarely spends the night in the inn, and it is common for him to sleep in the wind and rain and sleep in the wilderness at night, and once he was driven to the cemetery by Ning Yuan to sleep for a night because of drinking.

"Come on, come on, I bought a plate of good fried peanuts, and two jars of the strongest burning knives, let's talk about wine, you tell me about the thousands of miles you have traveled in the past two years, and I will tell you about the ten thousand books you have read in the past two years!"

Lin Fengming pointed to the two jars of spirits on the table, a plate of peanuts, full of confidence, as if he had prepared a table of appetizing mountain and sea delicacies and jade liquid elixir for Gu Tiannan.

Gu Tiannan glanced at Lin Fengming, and before he could say sarcasm, he suddenly realized that there were many missing objects in this house, two bronze incense burners, an eight-leaf pine screen, a "Ten Mile Mountain Spring Map" sent by Zhao Tianyang, and other various furnishings were all gone.

Except for the table, chairs, and two beds, all that remains of the room is a dense but neatly arranged collection of books.

Gu Tiannan jumped up from the bed, lined up on the table with one palm, and said angrily: "Sparrow, you deceive people too much! I can't care if you exchange your things for copper coins, how can you take my things as well! If I don't come back, will you have to split this table, chair and bench and sell it as firewood?"

Lin Fengming nodded apologetically, looking at Gu Tiannan, who was angry, but didn't dare to say anything.

Gu Tiannan sighed as he looked at a room of books of different thicknesses, pushed open the window, a cool mountain breeze blew, and the night in the distance was vast, and everything was silent, completely devoid of the hustle and bustle of the day.

At this time, the quiet and beautiful Little Lotus Peak seems to be far away, far away.

Lin Fengming patted Gu Tiannan, who was staring at the distant mountains in a daze, and said with a smile: "Pumpkin, do you miss your little sister Cangxue?" I know that you are a heavy color and light friend, and if you get drunk with me tonight, I will go down the mountain tomorrow." ”