The world's first fairy gate

Chapter 42

Hong Lan's point was stopped, leaving Xie Qiuhan a lot of leeway.

On top of this leeway, the youth is already full of thoughts that are about to overflow.

It was full of unspeakable fear and uneasiness.

He dared not think about it.

The moonlight moved west quietly, and the sounds of insects overlapped one after another.

Xie Qiuhan sat down at the table and wanted to write a letter to Yunfang, but he forgot to write and didn't know how to write it.

Before I knew it, it was late at night.

Xie Qiuhan couldn't help laughing bitterly.

It's only been a few days of restful sleep, why is it like this again.

He put down his pen, heaved a long sigh, rubbed his sore shoulders, it was okay.

At this moment, a fluffy piece of paper fell from the sleeve. The paper was fine lacquered paper, but it was creased and creased, making it inconspicuous.

He committed himself to picking up the note.

This is what Wei Jin secretly slipped to Wei Jin when he had a conflict with Wei Jin in front of the Xu Huai Hall during the day.

Xie Qiuhan had already read it, but it was just the word "be careful", so he didn't take it to heart.

It is natural to be careful, and Weijin doesn't need to add more points.

Xie Qiuhan needs to adapt to the changes of these days, and Wei Jin needs it even more.

This person understands good and evil in his heart, and he is unwilling to succumb to sophistication, but he is also unwilling to deviate from his current position, so he appears to be struggling.

Xie Qiuhan himself is in a mess, and he doesn't bother to talk about other people's affairs.

He picked up the note, stuffed it casually, and got up to rest.

Just at this moment, he suddenly heard some small voices coming from behind.

That was the rustling sound of shoes stepping on fine snow and frost, coming from the flat ground outside the Immortal Pavilion.

Who is coming to the Immortal Pavilion in the middle of the night?

Xie Qiuhan hurriedly opened the window and looked underneath.

I saw that the two were neatly dressed, with serious expressions, walking one after the other.

It was Hong Lan and Jin Lin.

It turns out that it is not coming, but going.

Xie Qiuhan's heart tightened: What is the important thing that made these two people go out in the middle of the night?

The two of them also heard the sound of opening the window, turned around and met Xie Qiuhan's nervous eyes.

Hong Lan and Jin Lin stopped and looked at each other.

Soon, they saw that the upstairs window was closed again, the boy disappeared in front of the window, and a series of hurried footsteps sounded.

Jin Lin hesitated, "This?"

"Wait for him," Hong Lan said lightly.

Jin Lin understood that he planned to take Xie Qiuhan with him.

But after a while, Xie Qiuhan came in front of the two of them.

Xie Qiuhan knew that he was reckless, but he was really uneasy, "Brother, real man, where are you two going? But there is news from Yongzhou?"

He guessed right, and Honglan didn't take it too seriously, and replied directly: "A letter from Yongzhou, Yunfang is injured, and the two of us are about to go."

Xie Qiuhan was shocked.

Jin Lin hurriedly added: "But that was a matter of the day. I wrote to you that Xianzuo is fine now. I have already informed you and me that you don't need to worry. I am just afraid that the situation in Yongzhou will be different, so I went to help."

It also didn't make Xie Qiuhan feel at ease.

The night was dark and the temperature plummeted.

Xie Qiuhan was wearing a thin cloth robe, and he didn't have time to tie his hair. His black hair was draped behind his head, and his outline looked very soft in the blurred night. Coupled with his flustered expression, it made people a little unbearable.

Honglan said: "Go and add a robe, come with us."

But Xie Qiuhan didn't have any thoughts about adding clothes. He heard Honglan say that he could take him there, so he wished he could fly there now.

Seeing that he was in such a hurry, Hong Lan didn't say much, and summoned a section of mist to envelop the three of them.

The mist flickered in the darkness, and disappeared with the three of them.

Yongzhou is located in the northwest, the climate is bitter and cold, and it is more icy than the mountains. The cold wind that hits the face is like a knife, piercing into the cracks of human bones.

Yun Fang was lying in the tent, listening to Bafang's supernatural powers didn't bring him any good experience, instead it made him listen to the sound of snoring in his ears.

The place is simple and cold, and for many days, except for a group of big and three thick men, he has never seen any tender and pitiful living things. In addition to the confrontation between the two armies, King Xiao's side frequently made cheap moves, which made him full of irritability.

Thinking about it this way, the stubborn old men in Zixiao Mountain also look cute.

When Yun Fang was sighing, his ears moved suddenly, and he heard the sound of swords and soldiers colliding with gold and stone not far outside the tent, and his expression froze.

He moved his body at will, and just as he thought of it, he had already reached the source of the sound.

I saw the two little soldiers who got up at night slumped and sat on the ground, their swords were broken in half and fell to the side.

And the victim who made them tremble stood in front of them.

A group of three people, weathered and frosty, stood side by side, obviously they were reinforcements, but they looked like they were here to kick the hall.

Bonfires were lit in all directions, the snoring became quieter, and countless soldiers followed the sound, shouting to inquire about the situation.

Nie Mingyuan followed Yunfang closely, saw this scene as soon as he arrived, and immediately sent an order to let everyone go back.

Seeing Xianzuo intimately pulling a handsome young man into the account, the bystanders were suddenly curious, and asked in a low voice, "Who is this?"

Nie Mingyuan smiled and said: "Go and rest, it's the young master of the Xianzuo family who is here."

In the main tent, Yun Fang felt that he was extremely spiritual now, and he could do whatever he wanted.

Just thinking that I haven't seen such a delicate and pitiful creature for many days, this little thing was delivered to my door.

He pulled Xie Qiuhan to sit down and asked, "Why are you here?"

Xie Qiuhan opened his mouth, and Jin Lin spoke for him first: "Is Xianzuo in good health now?"

Yun Fang felt surprised, "What can I do wrong?"

With a glance, he took several subordinates to their positions.

Immediately, someone knelt down and said: "Bai Ri Xian Zuo fought against the Fox King, and my subordinates were worried, so they decided to send a message to the Demon Lord."

Hong Lan was taken aback, "Fox King?"

It turned out that Yunfang had some bad luck today.

In today's battle, King Xiao's side sent a few monks to use thunder talismans to summon the wind and rain, and the ordinary soldiers were defeated. It happened that Yun Fang had been here for many days, and he either talked with the general or listened to reports from his subordinates, and was about to fade out. Bird, when he heard that someone wanted to tickle him, he was naturally extremely positive, and he changed his identity as an inner disciple of Zixiao Mountain, and went to help.

Originally it was fine, but as soon as he made a move, the other side resigned successively and was about to finish.

Unexpectedly, at this time, there was suddenly a Qingqiu fox family in mid-air, and the fox king was among them.

The fox king's eyes were sharp, and when he saw that there was a disciple of Zixiao here, he immediately started to fight regardless of the three sevens and twenty ones.

On the one hand, Yunfang was indeed ashamed of Qingqiu, but on the other hand he was unwilling to reveal his identity, so he pretended to be invincible and went back to the tent.

But the Fox King seemed to be competing with him, and now he is living in King Xiao's army.

Honglan heard this, thought for a while, and said, "This is my fault."

Yun Fang waved his hand, "Don't say these things are useless."

Honglan said: "How do you deal with this matter?"

"How to deal with it?" Yunfang smiled when he heard the words, and hugged Xie Qiuhan affectionately, "Xiao Qiuhan, there is a special dish in Yongzhou called Hot Soup, which is made from a five-compartment dyeing stove, and small charcoal is burned underneath it , put different spices on the top five compartments, cut the meat into thin slices, put them in the grid to rinse, it tastes good and keeps the cold out, if it uses the meat of a thousand-year-old fox, the taste will be even more delicious."

"........."

It's the second time Xianzuo boasted that he wanted to eat shabu-shabu.

Yun Fang and Xie Qiuhan got closer, only to find that there was a layer of icy chill coming from his body, presumably it was the wind and frost that came all night.

He frowned, took off his cape, and wrapped Xie Qiuhan up.

Xie Qiuhan was startled.

He is not afraid of the cold.

By the way, Yun Fang didn't know that he had enlightened and formed alchemy.

But the heat from the cloak held him tightly, and he couldn't say anything.

Even those drafts typed up on the way and the steady and sensible gestures prepared were thrown into the clouds.

He remained silent, staying beside Yunfang, listening to him talking to others.

Honglan listened to Yunfang's words, although he was joking, but he was more or less unhappy. He was really afraid that he would get angry and wipe out the Fox Clan, so he said: "The Fox Clan is going out of the secret realm at this moment, they must be collecting supplies for the winter, Qingqiu The secret realm cannot be opened for a long time, and it must be gone in a few days."

"Okay," Yun Bin said, "I'll just wait for a few days, I don't believe he hasn't returned home yet."

Honglan nodded, and it happened to be a coincidence to send the drowned fox in Bairi.

It's just that Fox King's intrusion in this way doesn't know whether it will affect the overall situation.

He asked again: "What is the current situation between the two parties?"

"Extremely boring," Yun Fang replied.

Honglan knows the temperament of this junior best. If he encounters a difficult impasse, he will be full of interest, as if encountering a great event, but if things go well, he will be in the current state of lack of interest.

Yunfang was not interested in analyzing the battle situation, so Nie Mingyuan said for him: "King Xiao has been planning for a long time, stationed 30 troops, and relied on the Hexi Corridor to pull down the triple town in one go. The defenders of Jizhou retreated in successive defeats, and now they have avoided Yulin and camped outside the city, staring at Zhenbeitai."

"The grain and grass haven't arrived yet?" Hong Lan tilted her head, "Before I came, I heard that Zhou Shen sent people to escort the grain and grass to Yongzhou. Why didn't you follow?"

"Following up," Nie Mingyuan showed a regretful expression, "I heard that I accidentally lost it."

He is also an old fox in a bookish skin, and the word "lose" has a very profound meaning.

Honglan understood, and asked again: "When I came here, there were only ten thousand people here, what about the rest of the army?"

This is the secret report in the army, Nie Mingyuan raised his eyes to ask Yunfang for instructions.

Yunfang was busy teasing Xie Qiuhan.

Nie Mingyuan: "...the soldiers are divided into three groups to encircle Yulin Xiao Wang's army, and they are on their way now."

Hong Lan nodded, knowing that the battle situation was under control, so she didn't ask any more questions.

A few people said a few more words, they came in a hurry because they heard that Yunfang was injured, but since he was the one who fooled the Fox King, they were all relieved.

While they were talking, the subordinate who claimed to deliver the letter was still half-kneeling on the ground.

Yunfang didn't have the slightest intention to make people wake up.

The ground was bitterly cold, Nie Mingyuan glanced at it a few times, he couldn't bear it, and said: "Xianzuo, the night is getting dark, do you want to prepare the guest tent, please rest?"

Yun Fang nodded: "Go."

So his subordinates asked Hong Lan and Jin Lin to go out.

Jin Linduo looked at Yunfang several times, wanting to say something, but he pressed down because he was concerned about the distracted eyes and the wrong timing.

Xie Qiuhan wanted to get up, but was held down by Yunfang, "Hey, where are you going?"

Xie Qiuhan looked at the curtain that was being lifted at the door, and then looked back at him puzzled.

Yunfang: "You sleep here with me."

Xie Qiuhan: "I..."

It was common for the two of them to fall asleep in the past, but today...he has a guilty conscience, so he can no longer maintain a normal heart.

Honglan asked him what was on his mind, but he didn't dare to think or say it at that time, seeing this person, how could he not know the answer.

At this moment, Yunfang suddenly raised his hand to hold his shoulder, and pulled him over. Xie Qiuhan panicked, and met Yunfang's eyes——

There was a flash of white light in his eyes, and a bit of energy like a cold star shot out over Xie Qiuhan's shoulder.

There was only a thud, coupled with the pain, one person fell to the ground and fell to the ground.

This person was the subordinate who knelt down. He was going out following Daliu, but he was hit by Xianzuo's strength as soon as he reached the door.

Everyone stopped and looked over.

Nie Mingyuan suddenly understood something, frowned and looked at this person carefully.

This subordinate struggled to support the ground with his hands, half kneeling up, "This subordinate is punished."

Yun Fang took a stroll in the courtyard, walked up to this person, and said condescendingly, "Where did I punish you?"

The man kowtowed again, and said respectfully: "Please be punished by Xian Zuo."

"Okay," Yun Fang said while raising his hand, and the sword intent stabbed mercilessly.

How can ordinary people resist his sword intent, this person never thought that Yun Fang could really make such a ruthless attack, he bent down to dodge with a startled expression on his face.

His waist was bent backwards, forming an arc that is impossible for ordinary people to bend, almost touching the ground.

, and quickly rolled to the side, the sword intent only sliced ​​off half of his arm, which was regarded as saving his life.

All the people in Yunfang watched their hearts and minds, and no one dared to disobey him and stand up for others.

It's just that I can't help but feel that this move is too cruel.

But at this moment, they discovered that there was not a drop of blood left on the man's severed limb.

Taking a closer look, the person's body was completely empty.

The man received a sword and quickly ran out of the tent.

It's just that Hong Lan was standing at the door, and said in a serious voice: "Where do you want to go?"

Then the black mist carried countless skulls and swallowed him in one gulp.

The black mist dissipated.

A paper figurine made of lacquer paper fell lightly, and the broken arm next to it turned into a small rectangular paper strip.

Only then did everyone know that this person was not their companion at all, but a paper figurine transformed by magic.

Hong Lan recruited the paper figurine into her hands and stared at it carefully.

Yun Fang said: "How about it, have you seen the truth?"

Hong Lan shook her head with a serious expression, "Do you know what this is?"

"I don't know," Yunfang said boredly, "I just tried him, and he showed up. Let me just say, my people don't have such idiots."

Hong Lan was speechless.

This person deliberately sent a letter to him to lure him over, with unpredictable motives.

With a look from Yunfang, Nie Mingyuan immediately took the paper figurine over, and several of his subordinates showed their magical powers, chanting mantras and flipping through books, trying to find out the origin of this thing.

But they tried their best, but they were all defeated.

Only then did Yun Fang stand up, raised his eyebrows and said, "Can't find out?"

Nie Mingyuan said: "This paper is a batch of illuminated paper produced during the Taiwu period, but what is attached to it is a rootless soul. Without a shelter, it immediately disappears without a trace. There is really nowhere to trace it."

Yun Fang thoughtfully, put the lifelike paper figurine on the table, looked at it carefully for a moment, but really couldn't feel anything.

Rootless soul?This is a fantasy.

All souls have roots, and even the peach tree branch that Yunfang left for Xie Qiuhan back then is a trace of his soul.

The soul can't be pinched.

How can there be rootless souls in this world?

But this thing is indeed in front of him.

They discussed for a while, but no one could tell the truth.

In the end, Yun Fang took the paperweight and pressed the paper casually, and waved his hand: "Okay, this matter will be discussed later, let's all go back to sleep."

When the others heard the words, they all left without saying a word.

Xie Qiuhan stayed in the tent because Yunfang had kept him.

There were only the two of them in the tent, Yunfang had already rested on the couch, but Xie Qiuhan and the others came to let him get up.

At this time, he nestled back into the messy bed, hiccupped, and waved to Xie Qiuhan: "Come."