###077 See each other

Excluding the hummingbirds that sent messages back and forth between the post stations, there were a total of 21 hummingbirds left in Qixia Mountain.

There was an emerald hummingbird outside the Xunwu Pavilion where An Zhuyan temporarily lived, and he hadn't left the Xunwu Pavilion for a day since the first day he came. He didn't care that there was a bird watching over him all the time. After a long time, I have a little affection with this hummingbird.

He was just a doctor, and he had been alone for so many years, but now he enjoyed it every day with a bright and beautiful bird.

But now, instead of being on any leaf, the little bird was curled up and crawling on the ground.

An Zhuyan walked quickly to the bottom of the tree and gently held up the dying bird. After the little bird was lifted up by An Zhuyan, it flapped its wings twice weakly, as if it also recognized this person who accompanies him every day.

An Zhuyan was out of proportion for a while, the corners of his mouth trembled, and he burst into tears like a child, and his heart was even more anxious. Now, don't say that he can't save him when he dies, but he has the heart to save him, and there is a difference between man and beast, but his skills can't keep the birds alive for a moment.

"The spring waves are cold, and the Han water is good,

What to stay, how to be bored, tomorrow is still heavy, and the moon in front of the window can't stay.

Can't keep it. ”

The little bird seemed to understand his sorrow, and struggled a few more times, suddenly his body tightened, and the soft feathers instantly became coarse and hard, An Zhuyan only felt a few drops of warmth in his hand, and then looked at the bird, which had closed its eyes and became a stiff dead bird.

The two points of blue-gray left in his hand, there is no strange smell when he gets closer, An Zhuyan is a doctor, and he naturally understands that this bird is the same as a person, and it is the same when it dies.

Even when the high-ranking emperor died, he was the same as ordinary people.

It's just that this hummingbird died strangely, and there were no wounds or poisons on its body. Only a few strands of feathers in the right eye seem to have been burned by the tip of a tiny needle, two hehehehe.

If it weren't for the bright and neat coat of this hummingbird, the slightest difference would not be noticeable. It's just that this bird was born perfectly, and An Zhuyan was observant, so this small injury did not escape his eyes.

An Zhuyan's face was solemn, but his fingertips were as light as a feather, he touched the wound and exclaimed, "It's not good." ”

Before the words fell, I saw a person fluttering in front of the mulberry tree, the sleeves of his robe flicked, and a gust of wind rolled out with the momentum of the blow. An Zhuyan hurriedly jumped back, and before he could see who it was, it was another flick, and the silver in front of him was smooth.

An Zhuyan dodged towards the east, and when he landed gently, he saw a little starlight on the ground, and the grass and trees under the starlight were unpretentious, and they all withered in a moment.

"The clouds don't return, the fish and insects have nowhere to go,

The lonely soul in the east mountain looks, and the ghost in the west forest is crying.

White dew withered weeds, see the yellow spring,

There is no way here, only the broken soul intestines. ”

"Sure enough, it's you. ”

An Zhuyan whispered: "Bitter in life and sad in death, it is better to break the soul with a warm wine." ”

"Oh, I thought you had forgotten me. The man said, "Are you quite satisfied with this greeting gift?"

An Zhuyan retreated a few feet away, four feet away from the man, and said, "I don't know what the Poison Master is here for?"

The man known as the Poison Master had a sad face, his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be packed into a narrow box, and he was huddled together in a terrible way, and then suddenly let go, and regained his heroic appearance.

"You've got a beard that looks better than your old grimace. Yuwenchang, I'm having a good time here, asking myself if I didn't do anything to get in your way, why did you come here today?"

Although An Zhuyan was reluctant to approach the man, he was also fearless in his heart.

If you think of him on weekdays, you feel flustered, but since we see him today, there is nothing to dodge. If you have nothing to do, you will go to the Three Treasures Palace, since you are here, you must not be able to send it at will.

It's better to see what kind of wine is in Yuwenchang's gourd today, and what medicine is hidden in the sleeves of his robe.

Yuwen said: "When my father died because of your father's inaction, do you think there is a grudge between me and you to kill my father?"

"I don't know what happened in the past, I was only six years old. ”

"An Zhuyan was already proficient in pharmacology when he was six years old, there is no injury in the world that you can't cure, there is no disease that you can't see, and you can cure the dead person alive. ”

An Zhuyan laughed when he heard this, shook his head and sighed: "Ridiculous, ridiculous, really ridiculous, if you don't think about looking for me all day long, and have more time to read the books of sages on weekdays, you won't be able to say the words that these three-year-old dolls will laugh when they hear it." It can be seen that you don't read it, so you like to study some things that don't go into the stream, and you and the insect dancer are the most interested in the Liuji Hall, so why don't you go back and marry this pair of insect sisters later. ”

"How can I put those carving insect skills in my eyes, there is only one nail in my eyes, and today I am here to get rid of this nail. ”

A gaze, a momentary kill.

With a wave of his left hand and a wave of his right hand, a few points of silver light shot straight towards An Zhuyan

This time, An Zhuyan did not retreat but advanced, facing the silver light, his left arm crossed horizontally, a wisp of gold silk, ethereal and shadowless.

How sleepy, lonely. Since the sun and the moon are like a shuttle, death and life are impermanent.

The golden silk swims and turns, if Luan Feng and Ming play in the clouds.

Sixty-four silks are woven into a string, the slight sound rises quickly, and suddenly it swirls quietly, and the ocean is like condensing green smoke.

Yuwen Chang saw that the sixty-four small arrows were used as knitted threads by An Zhuyan, and he was depressed in his heart, and he didn't want to let An Zhuyan laugh at it on his face, so he could only endure the bitterness and said: "I didn't expect that after many years of not seeing, you actually practiced the ability to weave strings in the air." If the previous extreme medicine master knew that you were not good at healing diseases and saving people, and you learned some idle and fancy skills all day long, I don't know if you will be in the coffin and you will not be able to close your eyes. ”

An Zhuyan landed lightly and sighed calmly, "Now do you think you're doing the wrong thing?"

"Hmph, you want to stop me with this little ability?"

As soon as the words fell, the mulberry trees swayed, the wind rose suddenly, the sky was instantly gloomy, the leaves were falling, and the dust was flying.

"Enough. An Zhuyan, who usually spoke weakly, suddenly yelled.

The dust raised fell in the air, and the fox wondered whether to fall or continue to fly.

"You and I don't have to fight anymore, it's really boring to have a business where no one can kill anyone. An Zhuyan shook his head and walked forward calmly and generously.

When he walked in front of Yuwen Chang, he patted him on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "The silver needle you shot for the first time is poisonous. And the second time, none of the sixty-four filaments had venom on them. You clearly don't want to take my life. And my hand can only shuttle freely on sixty-four silks at most, if you practice to eighty-one, I am afraid that even if I have a trick of the clouds, it will be difficult for me to weave the night cloth star. ”

was hit by An Zhuyan's thoughts, Yuwenchang was even more angry in his heart, and his face, which was originally tough and upright, was covered with dark clouds, as if everyone in the world owed him.

(End of chapter)