[Qinyang] is the hand that moves the bamboo shoots first

Xie Jianshang felt that he might be dying.

A while ago, he took a mission from Chunyang to Shuzhong to destroy the local bandits, and completed it skillfully. However, he got lost in the purple bamboo forest in the middle of Shu, without a compass on his body. Passing through the gaps between the towering bamboo branches, counting the spots of light leaking from the gaps between the bamboo leaves, he knew that the time went from noon to dusk, and then into night, but he couldn't move.

The miasma in the depths of the mountains in the Shu region is the most severe. I don't know how many people have been buried in the misty clouds for thousands of years.He was careless and didn't think about it, because he didn't carry the medicine to overcome the miasma with him, and the mountains are sparsely populated, and even the footprints of animals are rare. I'm afraid no one can save him

Are the dignified disciples of the Pure Yang Sword Sect going to be trapped in the miasma in Sichuan?

Xie Jianzhang had thought of many ways to die before, either he died under the horses of the two armies in the war, or he died because he could not ask the question and turned back. Died in the miasma in Sichuan.

He smiled wryly, trying to sit up straight with his back leaning against a purple bamboo plant, the hidden hole slipped down with his movements, he tried his best to grab it - death is okay, but it would be a great shame for a disciple of Chunyang to lose the sword in his hand.

People who are on the verge of death will have many hallucinations, and even look back on their own life in a short period of time. Xie Jianshang is probably still a little away from death, and this situation has not yet occurred.He just opened his eyes slightly, looked at the Bieyoudongtian on his lap, and touched it lightly with his hand. The pattern of the sword was so familiar. He remembered that he was holding the sword, wearing a blue and white pure yang Taoist robe, and he was very energetic. Passing the challenge from his junior brother—as if it was so far away from him, as if it had happened in his previous life.

Xie Jianshang coughed and spit out a mouthful of black blood.This is the manifestation of being poisoned by the miasma, and the surroundings are quiet, not even the chirping of birds and cicadas.The only thing that proves that time has not frozen in the twilight is the darker and darker shadow of the sun, and the rustling wind that penetrates the bamboo forest.

He was getting weaker and weaker, and the sword he was used to holding seemed to be extremely heavy at this moment. He had to use all his strength to hold the sword in his arms, and gradually lost consciousness and strength in the company of the cold sword. .

Yang Chuyue wants to eat bamboo shoots today.

Although it was getting late, he had already prepared dinner, but he just wanted to eat bamboo shoots.

He used to eat bamboo shoots in Changgemen, but he just felt that the bamboo shoots in Sichuan were more delicious, and he couldn't help himself because he was addicted to bamboo shoots. He played the piano, read books, meditated, and then looked for bamboo shoots to eat.

In his letter to the head of the sect, he praised the place he found, why is it far away from the Central Plains in the middle of Sichuan, being in the deep mountains is convenient for practicing and suppressing demon nature, the environment is beautiful and easy to read, and it is deserted, and he will not hurt people if he loses his demonic nature— —But it’s all nonsense, that is, he walked west and ate bamboo shoots in a nearby town. He thought it was so delicious. After asking where he dug it, he moved it directly to the bamboo forest for the convenience of eating bamboo shoots.

Having not eaten bamboo shoots for two days, Yang Chuyue decided not to treat herself badly, let's eat later, eat bamboo shoots!So he carried a bamboo basket from Wanhua Gushun and went out to dig bamboo shoots.

Digging bamboo shoots should also follow the basic law. Yang Chuyue never digs bamboo shoots within a radius of one mile, and does not dig any bamboo shoots that have been dug, so he picked a path that is rarely visited by people, and walked in a direction that he had never been before.

As the sun gradually set, the unique coldness of the bamboo forests in the middle of Sichuan came up, and the miasma also permeated the air.Yang Chuyue carried a special sachet with her, but she was not afraid of miasma. Seeing that this week's weight should be enough, he prepared to turn back with satisfaction——

Wait, someone is nearby!

The habit of martial arts practitioners made Yang Chuyue stop in place and hold her breath—is it an enemy or a friend?Very few people come to this purple bamboo forest, who is it?

He stopped in place, carefully feeling the breath around him.

It's very weak, very small, if it's not that the hidden person is too powerful, he can only feel so much even if he is possessed, or it's - this person is dying.

If it was the former, he, Yang Chuyue, asked himself that he had no enemies, and that being possessed by a demon was an accident. Not only was it an accident, but he also found a nest deep in the mountains and old forests for fear of harming others. For no reason, which martial arts master with higher martial arts than him wanted to kill him?The hatred of Changgemen is even more impossible. He was the leader of Changgemen before he became a demon. After becoming a demon, his five senses and spiritual consciousness are more agile than others. No one will come to seek death, let alone find him.

If it was the latter, the sage books he read told him that it was impossible to ignore death.

After weighing it for a while, the breath on the other side became weaker and weaker, and it was about to disappear!

Yang Chuyue no longer doubted that there were indeed dying people nearby.He hurriedly followed his breath to search for the past, and after a while, he found someone beside a clump of purple bamboo.

The light was dim and his face could not be seen clearly, but Chunyang's military robe and the famous Chunyang sword held in his arms were unique, and none of them could make people confirm his identity: Chunyang's disciple.

The Chunyang sect still has a high prestige in the world, and the Changge sect is courteous to the disciples of the Chunyang sect. Yang Chuyue didn't care about why a disciple of Chunyang suddenly appeared in the deep mountains of Shu, so he hurriedly tried his breath.

Still alive, but very weak, there is help, and I came in time.

He breathed a sigh of relief.However, in this situation, he can only take him back to his own residence, wait for him to wake up, ask about the situation before sending him away.Thinking about it, my demonic nature will not show up in a short period of time, so it should be safe.

He wanted to take the sword from this person's hand, but he hugged the sword very tightly even though he was almost out of breath.Presumably all disciples of Chunyang cherish their swords like their lives, and he is no exception.Yang Chuyue had no choice but to give up the plan to carry him away, straightened the bamboo shoot basket on her back again, and tried to hug him up. She thought she was dead and dead, but secretly used some real energy in her hands, but the hugging was much lighter than expected few.

Yang Chuyue sighed, counting herself as unlucky, she could only hold the fainted Chunyang disciple and walked slowly back to her residence.

There are people in the room, and their martial arts are not inferior to theirs.

This was Xie Jianshang's first feeling when he became conscious.

In fact, Xie Jianshang woke up quite early.Yang Chuyue brought him back, there was very little miasma near his residence, he was poisoned by miasma, and he gradually improved after leaving the miasma.In addition, the incense in the house contains ingredients to restrain miasma, but it woke up in half an hour.

The first thing I do consciously is to find the sword—oh, it’s in my arms, it’s good, I haven’t lost it.

The second thing - who saved me?

He maintained the posture thrown on the bed by Yang Chuyue, and closed his eyes to feel the breath in the room.

There are people, very powerful people.

It has incense and is not poisonous.

...and the smell of stewed bacon with bamboo shoots filling the whole room.

Xie Jianshang swallowed unconsciously, he was hungry.

But he didn't remember that his limbs were limp and limp, and even his eyelids seemed to be leaden, and he couldn't move.

Strictly speaking, he can't wake up like this, but his consciousness has recovered, and his body is still sleeping.This feeling is amazing, you can wake up and feel everything in the room as normal, and because you can't see with your eyes, your senses are infinitely magnified and more sensitive than usual.

He heard the sound of dishes being placed on the table, the sound of a spatula hitting the pot, the rustling of clothes, and the slight hollow sound of soft shoes on the bamboo floor.Someone walked towards him, getting closer, getting closer, and stopped about a foot away from the bed——

"Why haven't you woken up yet?"

It's hard to describe this kind of sound, it's as clear as pearls and jade tapped on jade utensils, it's as light as a guqin made of high-quality paulownia wood, and it's more like the soft rustling of the wind blowing through the bamboo forest in the mountains, I can't help but It makes people want to see what kind of person this is.

"It stands to reason that the miasma is fascinated, and I should wake up now. This is how long I have been haunted by the miasma." The sound of lifting the cover of the censer, the small collision sound, seemed to be something added to the censer, and the people in the room The medicinal fragrance is heavier.

Xie Jianshang opened his eyes.

What caught the eye was a simple bamboo bed, with green gauze hanging around the window, very ordinary.

He moved slightly, and tried to sit up, but his hands hung limply by his sides, and the Bie Youtian, who was hugging tightly, hit the bed with a bang, but was hugged too tightly for too long, and his arms completely lost their strength.

The movement here attracted people who were tinkering with the incense burner.Another voice with a slight smile: "The Taoist priest is awake, and the Taoist priest is still lying comfortably in Yang's bed?"

Xie Jianshang lowered his head and closed his eyes to wake up for a while before slowly sitting up.His head still hurt, he gently supported his forehead, and looked at the smiling person standing at the end of the bed adding incense.

The dark embroidered qin pattern on the green and white clothes, the glazed peach hairpin, and the small jade pendant between the eyebrows all tell Xie Jianshang that this is a disciple of Changge.

The breath of the south of the Yangtze River that should not appear in the middle of Sichuan, every move seems to be coming across the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the blue clothes seem to be still stained with the misty rain, the long sleeves drag the ground, and the complicated cloth materials rub each other to make a nice sound when walking, People can't help but imagine how beautiful he would be holding on to a roll of bamboo slips, standing beside the moon cave gate, reciting poems softly.

——However, as a disciple of Chunyang, at the same time, I can clearly feel that there is a demonic aura in this person.

The demon here is not the demon of the gods and demons, but an aura that is incompatible with the surroundings exuding from the inside out. He just smiles like this, but it seems to be a world away from you.

He is paranoid, wild, and is not tolerated in this world.

Such a person is really strange.

"Don't dare to talk about whether you are comfortable or not. I would like to thank the chivalrous man for saving his life." Xie Jianshang didn't say anything, but just answered according to his words, and gently cupped his hands.

"I don't dare to talk about the grace of saving my life. It's great that the Taoist priest is safe with a little effort." Yang Chuyue covered the lid of the incense burner, walked towards him, and said with a smile: "The Taoist priest woke up in time, so I just came to taste it. This is a bamboo shoot in Sichuan."

Xie Jianshang didn't have the strength to stand up, Yang Chuyue also saw it, and hurriedly said: "The Taoist should rest for a while and get up again, the soup is still hot, don't worry."

Xie Jianshang nodded and sat by the bed, Yang Chuyue also came over and leaned on the end of the bed and looked at him: "I haven't asked the Taoist priest's name yet, please don't hesitate to sing a long song to Yang Chuyue."

"Chunyang Sword Sect, Xie Jianshang." He announced his name, "Thank you Mr. Yang for your kindness, and I will report it someday." After confirming that he was a disciple of Changge, he changed his address from "chivalry" to " Sir" to show respect for Changgemen.

"It's unnecessary to repay the favor, it's not a big deal. But dare to ask this desolate place in the middle of Sichuan, why did the Taoist priest take risks alone and get lost in the miasma? If Yang is not a glutton and went out to dig bamboo shoots today, I'm afraid the Taoist priest is I can’t go back to Chunyang.”

Xie Jianzhang said: "I came here to carry out the mission of the division. After killing all the bandits, I accidentally strayed into the purple bamboo forest. I lost my way without a compass on my body, and was haunted by miasma."

"No wonder, the Taoist leader is lucky, Yang also thanked the Taoist leader for suppressing the bandits on behalf of the people." Yang Chuyue gave a light bow.

The way he salutes is very good-looking, the long-sleeved flowing clouds and green shirt are untidy, and his light movements are extremely elegant.

Xie Jianshang regained some strength, turned around and took his own sword, still rubbing it in his hand: "Then why do you live in this place full of miasma in Shu, sir? And—"

"The Daoist might as well drink some soup first. The epiphyllum planted by Yang is likely to bloom tonight. The long night is long, and it's elegant to visit the flowers at night with candles. Will the Daoist give this face?" Yang Chuyue called suddenly Cut off his words, but still looked at him with a smile.

Xie Jianshang was a little taken aback. Yang Chuyue's smile was very pretty. It was different from the healthy and hearty smiles of her brothers and sisters in Chunyang in the past, but warm and soft, with a little Jiangnan water vapor and a little smile. The elegance of the scholars makes people can't help but take a few more glances.

He stopped talking, nodded, got up, put the sword behind his back, and walked slowly towards the table by himself.

There are steaming three dishes and one soup on the table, which are stir-fried bamboo shoots, soaked bamboo shoots in cold sauce, steamed tender bamboo shoots, and stewed bacon with bamboo shoots.

——This man really saved himself by digging bamboo shoots.

"Rough tea and light food, Taoist priest, don't dislike certain craftsmanship." Yang Chuyue sat down opposite him, and shared his chopsticks with him, "Shuzhong is so delicious, but this bamboo shoot is the best taste in the world." While talking, she picked up the bowl and lifted it up. He scooped up half a bowl of soup and handed it to Xie Jianshang, "Chunyang must have eaten lightly. Although this is stew, I only put a little more. The Taoist priest should still be able to eat it."

Xie Jianshang took the bowl, and saw that the color of the soup was very good, with a slight yellow in the milky white, fragrant but not greasy, and a little green onion floating in it, and there were indeed only a few pieces of meat floating in the bowl, and bamboo shoots were the majority. After stewing for a long time, I nodded and drank it.

This disciple of Changge didn't brag, the soup was indeed delicious, with the unique fragrance of bamboo shoots, and the long-lasting meat fragrance of bacon smoked with cypress wood.Because it has been stewed for too long, the bacon melts in the mouth, and the meat is not strong, probably all stewed into the soup, but it is just right, neither fat nor thin, which is amazing.Xie Jianshang couldn't help gaining an appetite, and lost his speechlessness when he saw a table of bamboo shoots.

Although three dishes and one soup seemed a little too much for two people, but one who had been hungry for a long time and a bamboo shoot maniac got together, not only finished eating what was on the table, but also brought out all the soup left in the pot.

Xie Jianshang praised: "Sir, the craftsmanship is good."

Yang Chuyue cleaned up the dishes and put them in the sink to wash, and replied with a smile, "That's fine if the Taoist priest thinks it's good, and I'm grateful that the Taoist priest doesn't dislike the bamboo shoots on this table."

Although the poison of the miasma dissipated, Xie Jianshang's body was still a little sore and limp. He saw that Yang Chuyue didn't get up after washing the dishes, so he took off the sword and groped carefully.

Seeing it, Yang Chuyue asked casually: "The Taoist priest seems to love this sword very much. At that time, the Taoist priest passed out of a coma. After taking it for a long time, he didn't take it off, so he had to let the Taoist priest hold it."

"I am a disciple of the Chunyang Sword Sect. The sword is my way. The sword is with people, and the sword is dead. My death is just a speck of dust dissipating in the sky and the earth, but the soul of the sword is eternal, and it cannot be lost no matter what. What's more, this sword is one of the swords of the Chunyang Town School, if you lose it, I will have no face to return to Chunyang." Xie Jianshang rubbed the sword lovingly.

"The same is true for Changge Yuqin. Thanks to his teacher's love, he got Qingyuliu and Dongxianyin, and he usually loves them very much. According to the Taoist master, this is probably the 'Tao' of Changge's disciples." Yang Chuyue said. Wipe the water on the bowl with a soft cloth and put it away, and take care of the basket of bamboo shoots just picked.

Xu is that anyone who plays the piano has beautiful hands, but his hands are as white as onions, slender and long.The slender hand was originally used to describe a woman, but it couldn't be better used on him.Ruyu's fingers gently peeled off the shell of the bamboo shoot, exposing the heart of the bamboo shoot, and then placed it in the Shau Kei next to it, her movements were methodical.

Xie Jianshang realized that it was a bit impolite for him to stare at him like this. Although Yang Chuyue concentrated on peeling the bamboo shoots and didn't notice him, he still coughed in embarrassment and lowered his head: "Mr. He is also a leader of the Changge Sect, but why is there such a devilish energy in Mr.?"

Yang Chuyue stopped moving.

Xie Jianshang thought he had misunderstood, and quickly explained: "I'm going to be abrupt, sir, he learned from Changge, he must be an upright gentleman, and there must be other reasons for his obsession. If it is convenient, please tell me that I, Chunyang, may have a way to dispel sir's demon nature."

Yang Chuyue shook her head slightly, still chuckled, "Thank you for your kindness, and also thank you for being a disciple of Chunyang, but not killing people who are possessed by demons. Probably the Taoist priest can’t do anything about it.”

"There is always a solution to the problem." Xie Jianzhang looked up at Yang Chuyue, and Yang Chuyue happened to be looking at him too, his cheeks blushed imperceptibly, "Sir, why don't you tell me how you became obsessed."

Yang Chuyue sighed: "It's not a long story, but one day when I was discussing piano skills with my junior brother, I played a piece, and I never thought that I would go crazy after playing halfway. It took me over to restrain me, and I regained my sobriety in a short time, but I was possessed by a demon, and I would flare up from time to time. If I stay in Changge again, I am afraid that I will hurt others, and it will not be good for Changge's reputation, so I bid farewell to the sect master I came out to travel and only settled here a few months ago."

"This enchantment is still strange. Mr. has a clear mind, but unfortunately, he was once obsessed with evil energy. And after becoming enchanted, he still does not want to hurt others, which is awe-inspiring." Xie Jianshang heard the words and clapped his hands, "I would like to try the pure yang kung fu for the sake of Master draws out the devilish energy and dissipates it, but what I am practicing is Chunyang Sword Sect, and I am not proficient in the inner family method, so I can only try it."

"Don't bother the Taoist priest. If the Taoist priest's life or the whole body's cultivation is involved in Yang's matter, then Yang would rather die." Yang Chuyue shook her head again and refused.

Xie Jianshang was a little anxious: "Sir, you can't belittle yourself. Saving the common people is one of my pure yang responsibilities. It doesn't matter if I die next time. I'm afraid that my husband's condition will not improve by then, so I will continue like this. Do you often have demon attacks? "

"It's not very often, it happens once from time to time, and it doesn't last long. It's okay to play the piano at ordinary times, but if it happens, you can't play the piano. Because of the Changgemen technique, the sound of the piano is extremely lethal, and it can be controlled after being enchanted. It’s even more frightening if it doesn’t work. Once I took my piano to the cold pool deep in the bamboo forest to play the piano, and somehow I suddenly had a seizure. When I realized it, all the bamboo forests in that piece had fallen down, and every root was broken. I think it was caused by the strong magic sound. .” Yang Chuyue smiled wryly.

"It's good if it doesn't happen often—Sir, would you like to go to Chunyang Palace with me? Maybe the head has a way to try it." Xie Jianshang changed the subject and invited him to Chunyang Palace to have a look.

Li Wangsheng, the lord of Chunyang Palace, is well-known all over the world - indeed, he really has a way to get rid of the demonic nature.

Yang Chuyue couldn't refuse this invitation because of emotion and reason - she had saved Xie Jianshang's life, if she couldn't make him do something to feel that she was repaying her, this Chunyang Daozi would be in trouble; and he really wanted to heal Take care of his demon nature, after all, the bamboo shoots in Sichuan are delicious, but he misses Changge's lakes and mountains even more, with vast hectares of blue waves.

So as expected, Yang Chuyue lowered her head and peeled the bamboo shoots. After she finished peeling slowly, she nodded, "Then respect is worse than obedience. Thank you, Taoist priest, for your invitation."