What are you making a fuss about?

Chapter 68

I'm so happy, everything will fall on me this time around. "

"Sister, don't make fun of me," Ting Lan made a face. "No one knows that you are a celebrity before Mr. Jing. How can I work for you? Mrs. Zhang takes all my work."

"It's a good thing you still remember my sister," An Zhi stretched out her hand to scratch Ting Lan's waist, "tell me quickly, what the owner is up to these few days."

Ting Lan half bent and laughed out of breath, "Zhuang... the owner is bored in Zhaohui Building."

"My good sister, let me go, hi..." Ting Lan took a few steps back and whispered, "The owner is probably writing a book."

An Zhi couldn't help opening her eyes wide, and muttered: "No wonder I can't see anyone."

"A few days ago, I went to Zhaohui Building to deliver nectar incense, and the owner of the village took a booklet to write about painting. I asked if I should burn it. I asked two or three times, but I didn't answer. I was fascinated."

"The landlord is so impatient that he can write a book, don't you think it's strange. I guess, I'm afraid it's for your son again, so you should pay more attention." Ting Lan laughed while supporting Anzhi's shoulder.

An Zhi couldn't help frowning, "This is a strange thing, I don't see him much on weekdays..."

"Okay, I don't want to tell you, I have to go and count things when it's late," Ting Lan greeted the boy who hung the lantern, "Sister, take a break earlier, let's talk about it tomorrow."

"Go slowly." An Zhi sent someone out, and she couldn't help but feel worried. Every time the owner of the villa got happy, he made the young master unhappy, and now there would be another trouble.

An Zhi let out a long breath, turned around and entered Mu Shuangju.

Jing Yun was sitting in front of the desk fiddling with the key to enter the mountain, An Zhi turned off the lights in the yard, and walked into the house with a bowl of ancient black tea.

"My lord, it's getting late at night," An Zhi handed the tea bowl to Jing Yun's hand, "Let's rest early."

"Hmm." Jing Yun stared at the topographic map of Xuanming Villa in a daze.

An Zhi retreated in response.

The steaming black tea created a circle of mist, and Jing Yun took a pen to draw on the rice paper.

After another two days in peace and harmony, it finally came to July [-]th, the Ghost Festival.

"Lie down." Xie Xiao handed Jing Yun a bowl of clear juice, "Drink this medicine."

"What is this?" Jing Yun stared at him suspiciously, why did he still need to take medicine after taking blood.

Xie Xiao opened the Gu cup and handed it to Jing Yun, inside there was a bloody centipede jumping around, "It will be detoxified."

"You want to use... this thing to get blood?" Jing Yun's expression was sour, and his spine felt a chill.

"Among the several medicines, it is the most aggressive, you have to get used to it first." Xie Xiao closed the Gu cup with a "click", and said: "It will be fine in a while."

After finishing speaking, Xie Xiao brought the bowl in front of him, watching him quietly with a wave of blue waves.The night sky is covered with Bitan, and the stars are bright and sad, with a bit of charm.

Jing Yun and him looked at each other for a while, finally took the bowl of medicine and poured it down, Xie Xiao raised his left eyebrow, and the corner of his mouth curled up a smug arc, stepped forward to cover his eyes, and said in a low voice: "One Just a little while."

Suddenly, there was a tingling pain on the wrist, and the pain and itchiness staggered and climbed up.Jing Yun shivered for a moment, but was pushed down by Xie Xiao again.After a while, the whole arm went numb.

The smell of fresh blood rises up, spreading over the tip of the lips, teeth and nose.After an unknown period of time, Jing Yun's consciousness gradually lost, and the sparse sounds in his ears disappeared.

"Go to sleep." Xie Xiao whispered in his ear, with some inaudible joy.

Jing Yun opened his eyelids with difficulty, a bowl of bright red blood was gently rippling in the bowl, the last clarity dissipated, and he fell into the abyss of hopelessness wrapped in disappointment and unwillingness.

A roll of pictures is suddenly opened, the peach blossoms are burning inside the roll, the spring breeze is blowing on the face, and the young man in fresh clothes and angry horse jumps vividly on the paper.

"My surname is Xie, my name is Xiao, and my name is Yushen. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"So you still have another word, Lan Yin, Lan Yin, Lan Yin... I will call you Lan Yin in private."

"If you don't mind, you can travel with me. If you mind, I can follow you."

"Lan Yin, do you eat grapes, green or purple, sweet or sour?"

"Don't always stand outside the house at night. It's dewy and windy, and you get sick again. You're poisonous, and you don't pay attention to it."

"Do you like to watch the night view of Kyoto? I'll take you to sneak out of the palace. You can see such a big moon in the Rue Xiang loft."

"Don't associate with that Zhao Zexu, he has impure thoughts."

"I will help you sit on the throne, but I want Jing Xiuming's life."

"It's not what you think. I just met your emperor brother by chance, so we chatted a little more."

"Come home with me, Lan..."

Jing Yun didn't know how long he slept, and his temples felt swollen and painful. When he woke up again, it was a mottled sunset, and the clouds outside the window were crushed into the sky.

There was no one in Mu Shuang's house, and Jing Yun looked down and saw the knots on his wrists, and was filled with sadness and joy for a moment.

Xie Xiao still took his blood, betting up to now, losing a mess.

He sighed deeply, leaning against the head of the bed, not wanting to move.

The furnishings of Mushuang's residence were completely imitated from his old bedroom. There were some glazed bells hanging on the head of the bed. Opposite was a table with a pile of books he had read in the palace. Xie Xiao took these objects Also learned together.

If Xie Xiao just wanted to use him, there was absolutely no need to do this.

At the right time, there was a knock on the door, "Master..." An Zhi walked in, "Finally woke up," he said, and came to touch Jing Yun's forehead, "The owner, please go to him when you wake up."

"Where is he?" Jing Yun picked up the water in hand and took a sip, "How many days have I slept?"

"It's been two days." An Zhi patted her chest, "The owner is waiting for you in Weijin Palace."

"He..." Jing Yun's heartstrings tightened, "Forget it, I'll go in person."

Xie Xiao might want something else.

"Xiu Ming." It was Meng Qiyue who sat in the hall.

"senior?"

"Xiu Ming came just in time." Meng Qiyue twisted her neck and swaggered down the hall, "Hurry up and persuade Xie Yushen, this ghost energy will shorten your life if used indiscriminately."

Meng Qiyue was not as lazy as usual, with a flustered look on her face, she scolded: "I haven't paid attention for a few days, and you guys are doing such unnatural things."

"Senior, what did you say?" Jing Yun was slightly surprised, Meng Qiyue didn't know about the ghost eyes.

"Everything in this world is in order. If you mess around, you will be punished by God." Meng Qiyue looked serious, "The Xie family guarded the mountain for hundreds of years, just to prevent the spiritual energy from leaking out. Fortunately, he guarded himself and stole it. "Meng Qiyue became angrier as she spoke.

Jing Yun frowned, "The Xie family are the mountain guards?"

Meng Qiyue froze and swallowed.

Jing Yun asked, "Is Xie Yushen a descendant of the Mountain Guard?"

"You don't know?" Meng Qiyue yelled "Oh my god", "Xie Yushen is really not a thing."

"Why do you think he came here?" Meng Qiyue picked up a fan and shook it vigorously, "He was born here."

"The guardians of the mountain are not allowed to marry. Their blood will seal the jade eye. If it is mixed with the blood of the most yin, it will lose its effect."

"Back then, Xie Xiao's father was a mountain guard, but he eloped with his mother." Meng Qiyue showed regret on his face. Human life. His parents had no choice but to join hands and die together in the ghost eye. The lesson from the past is not enough, you still go to toss that thing."

Jing Yun's eyes dimmed, and he said sullenly, "How did you know?"

"Xie Yushen told me personally, don't worry about the reason, ghost eyes can't be opened." Meng Qiyue hurriedly dragged Jing Yun to the ghost building, "Go and persuade him, what kind of panacea should be made? move that thing..."

"I'm afraid it's already too late." Jing Yun thought blankly.

Before approaching, a violent wind swirls, the air duct in the building is strange, and there are harsh sounds from time to time, such as ghost chants, and the skull is blown to the point of collapse.

The blue spiritual mist enveloped Zhaohui Tower, and a dark red spiritual wave floated above the largest ghost skull, swaying in the wind.

"The ghost eye has not been fully opened yet, so there is still time to close it." Meng Qiyue's anxious voice rang in her ears.

Jing Yun's mind is in a mess, and he will not be able to stop his ghostly eyes. It is a way against the sky and he will be punished by heaven.

Xie Xiao opened the ghost eye to refine medicine, and the purpose of refining medicine is to detoxify himself.

Xie Xiao took his blood to make a deal with Jing Hui, that is to use him, that is to use why detoxify.

What did Xie Xiao want to do by leaving him alive?

"Lane?"

Jing Yun's heart skipped a beat, Xie Xiao frowned and stood on a skull, gesturing this way.

"Why did you come here?" Xie Xiao strode to the ground with one stride.

"Who told you to get this thing? Close it soon." Meng Qiyue greeted him aggressively.

Xie Xiao was taken aback, "Old Ghost Meng, don't interrupt," he said, pulling Meng Qiyue away and walking towards Jing Yun, "Nothing will happen, nothing will happen."

Mountain Keeper 4

Xie Xiao walked up to Jing Yun, "You don't have a fever, do you?"

"Is something wrong?"

"What's wrong?" He raised his hand and shook it in front of Jing Yun's eyes.

Meng Qiyue stood between the two of them, and just about to speak, Jing Yun took a step back abruptly, Xie Xiao's hand brushed against his forehead, barely stopping in mid-air.

"What's the matter?" Xie Xiao was stunned for a moment, then took his hand back.

"When will the antidote be ready?"

"It will be done by this time tomorrow."

"Hurry up." Jing Yun sighed softly.

Xie Xiao stopped talking, and turned his head to look at the blue smoke above the ghost building.

"It's all right." Jing Yun dropped this sentence, then turned and left.

Meng Qiyue, "What the hell are you doing..."

"It's all right..." Xie Xiao raised his hand and pressed his temple, "It's fine as long as there's nothing to do." His tone was sincere and determined.

……

There was a light slanting sun on the horizon, and the attic was bathed in light. Jing Yun leaned lazily on the railing, overlooking most of Xuanming Villa.

A breeze blows, not far away