Ye Gong did not like dragons, but he liked creatures that looked like dragons but were not dragons.
Similarly, the martial arts world that the second son Zhu yearned for was not the cruel martial arts world in reality, but the beautiful martial arts world written by literati. The devil in the book was the same as the devil in real life... Maybe it wasn't a devil, but no matter what kind of head it was, when Zhu Yanyin thought of the blood mist and the flying heads, he felt his stomach tighten again. This time, he didn't need the servants to hold his head down, and he was determined not to look down the mountain again.
Even though he didn't want to see it, someone forced him to see it.
The waterfall in the canyon was as loud as thunder, and the wind blew the moist water vapor, making the surroundings even colder.
Zhu Yanyin squatted in the grass, his body stiff, thinking, I'm cold.
And even cooler things are yet to come.
A drop of blood suddenly splashed and a flower bloomed on the white stone not far away.
Then came the second and third flowers, dripping profusely.
The Xiangjun Sword, which had once fascinated the Second Master Zhu and even made him want to get a similar model to place in his bedroom, was now like a monster that had drunk enough blood, hideous and cruel, with bright red blood constantly rolling down its surface.
Zhu Yanyin's gaze slowly moved upward along the sword.
Li Sui was looking at him speechlessly.
To be fair, Palace Master Li's expression at this moment was not ferocious, but more of confusion. He was wondering why he could see this fool in snow-white on the barren hill outside the city, and why it felt like they were everywhere.
Although the servants were closely guarding Zhu Yanyin, they all knew very clearly that they might not be able to withstand even three moves from the opponent, and they could not help but feel cold in their hearts. Butler Zhu Zhang plucked up the courage to step forward and bowed: "My son came here to enjoy the scenery, but he never thought he would encounter this feud. I hope that Lord Li will show mercy, and we will keep our mouths shut about what happened tonight."
Zhu Yanyin had already started vomiting again, because when the wind blew just now, the strong bloody smell on the sword spread in the air, which was really terrifying and disgusting. The spoiled young man from Jiangnan could not stand this kind of stimulation.
Li Sui: “…”
Zhu Zhang tried to probe: "Then let's go down the mountain first?"
Li Sui looked higher up again and asked coldly, "Is that one of yours too?"
Zhu Zhang was shocked. Are there other people on this mountain
Li Sui was too lazy to say anything more and flew to the top of the mountain.
Zhu Zhang breathed a sigh of relief and quickly called the servants, who helped Zhu Yanyin down the mountain, stuffed him into the carriage, and rushed back to the city without stopping.
On the way, there was another loud noise behind him, like a mountain exploding from the middle, more frightening than the roar of Tiger Roar Gorge. If the second son Zhu was willing to get out of the carriage and look back, he would be able to see the highest peaks, rocks and sand flying under the moonlight, which was a stunning scene that no scholar or writer could describe. But unfortunately, after experiencing the floating heads all over the mountain and watching the bloody Xiangjun sword up close, Zhu Yanyin wanted to drink eighteen jars of Mengpo soup to brainwash himself on the spot, let alone the roar, even if the nine-day fairy played fairy music, it would not work.
Pan Shihou was slightly injured in the fight just now. His disciples helped him sit on a rock and tore up his clean inner clothes to tie him up temporarily. After hearing the voice from the top of the mountain, he was also surprised: "Palace Master Li has a strong internal force."
"I know, I know." Pan Shihou looked at the dust in the sky, and a light shone through his cloudy eyes. "The dozens or hundreds of martial arts sects combined are not even half as good as him."
His tone was excited, and he thought of what happened more than ten years ago, and even forgot the pain.
…
As soon as Zhu Yanyin returned to the money house, he started to have a fever. His whole body felt like a piece of charcoal on fire. The housekeeper was so panicked that he didn't care about etiquette and went to the inn in the middle of the night to ask for a doctor.
Jiang Shenglin hurriedly wrapped himself in his outer robe, ordered the medicine boy to pack up the boxes for the medical consultation, and asked, "Why did you suddenly have a high fever that won't go away?"
Zhu Zhang had promised Li Sui in the mountains that he would keep his mouth shut about what he saw and heard, but he didn't dare to delay the consultation, so he had to over-elaborate the truth and said, "My son went to Tiger Howl Gorge at night. It was cold there, and he saw a ghost killing people. He was too frightened, so he fell ill as soon as he got home."
Jiang Shenglin was stunned. Tell me again, what kind of murder did you witness
Zhu Zhang said sincerely: "My son is timid, and I don't know what shadow he mistook for a ghost. Please help me, doctor!"
Why would a timid person want to travel to Tiger Roaring Gorge at night
Jiang Shenglin had a headache: "Let's go and take a look first."
On the other side, Li Sui also sent Pan Shihou back to Tianzhu Hall. Pan Shihou's son, Pan Jinhua, hurried over with his men after hearing the news: "Dad, big brother, what happened?"
Li Sui ignored the "brother" and didn't even glance at him. He just asked, "Fengming Mountain, which academy?"
Pan Shihou replied: "Chuiliu Academy."
Pan Jinhua was left out, feeling a little embarrassed, but he didn't dare to say much. After Li Sui left, he complained quietly: "Dad, you're spoiling him too much. Who is the elder after all?"
"What do you know!" Pan Shihou scolded, and then said angrily, "You have worked hard all your life, but you can't catch up with one tenth of his martial arts skills. How dare you gossip here! If you really have the ability to destroy Shangru Villa in one fell swoop and become famous in the martial arts world, would I give this opportunity to others for nothing?"
Pan Jinhua's face turned red after being told this, but he felt even more indignant in his heart.
…
Zhu Yanyin had a fever for a whole day and night and had about eight hundred nightmares before he woke up.
Palace Master Li is present in every nightmare. He is either killing people, drinking blood, killing people and drinking blood, or doing nothing but standing there without saying a word. However, the nightmare is already very direct and obvious, and it is so menacing.
Between "continue to have a fever and be drowsy" and "even though I feel unwell I still want to sleep, but when I fall asleep I will dream about a murderer which is too scary, so I'd better grit my teeth and wake up", Mr. Zhu reluctantly chose the latter. He put a cooling cloth on his head, looking like he was in confinement after giving birth, with no desire to live.
Jiang Shenglin was not at the bank at the moment, but outside the city. He was indeed a little overwhelmed recently, having to take care of Zhu Yanyin and Li Sui, and it just so happened that the two of them had different travel schedules. The second son Zhu was weak and bedridden, and it was not appropriate for him to continue traveling to the Northeast day and night until he recovered, so Jiang Shenglin suggested: "Why don't you stay in Tianzhu Hall for a few more days?"
Li Sui said: "I have other things to do."
Jiang Shenglin asked: "What's the matter?"
"It's related to Shangru Villa." Li Sui wiped the blade of the sword and recounted what happened in Huxiao Gorge last night.
Jiang Shenglin suddenly understood after hearing this: "No wonder."
Li Sui frowned: "No wonder, you already knew there was something wrong with Shangru Villa?"
"What's going on with Guan Shangru Villa?" Jiang Shenglin explained, "It's Zhu Yanyin. Last night, the housekeeper of the Zhu Mansion came to me in a panic and said that his son accidentally ran into a ghost while visiting Tiger Howl Gorge at night. He was so scared that he had a fever and was unconscious and talking nonsense. I was wondering what the ghost was, and it turned out to be you."
Li Sui: “…”
Jiang Shenglin was still sighing, you really scared him.
Two days later, all the sects left Baitou City and continued on their way to Snow City.
Although Wan Zhuyun was extremely reluctant to see Li Sui separated from the team, he also knew that he could not do anything about it. He had no choice but to place his hope on Zhu Yanyin. He personally visited the patient with two bags of snacks and repeatedly reminded Zhu that after Master Zhu recovered, he must take Palace Master Li to the north as soon as possible!
Zhu Yanyin wanted to faint on the spot just by hearing the three words "Palace Master Li".
I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense.
The housekeeper Zhu Zhang was also very worried. Seeing that his son had been drinking medicine for three days but his face was still pale and not getting better, he wondered if the bank was too noisy with so many people coming and going, and he needed to move to a quieter place.
The shopkeeper suggested: "If you want a quiet place with pleasant scenery and convenient for recuperation, then Fengming Mountain is the best. It is only five miles away from Baitou City. There are many chess clubs and academies at the foot of the mountain. They are full of scholars and elegant people. No one will play with swords or guns."
Zhu Zhang immediately decided: "Then let's move to Fengming Mountain. There is no time to lose. Let's leave now!"
Jiang Shenglin happened to go to Tianzhu Hall in the afternoon to check on Pan Shihou's injuries, so he was not at home.
When he returned to the bank, only the servants who were sweeping the room were left. They said that the second young master disliked the noise here, so he moved to Fengming Mountain to recuperate. The shopkeeper had prepared a carriage and was waiting outside the courtyard to take Doctor Jiang into the mountain.
Jiang Shenglin was stunned: "Where?"
The servant repeated it again, Fengming Mountain.
Jiang Shenglin: “…”
First it was Tiger Roaring Gorge, then Phoenix Ming Mountain, why do you two always have to get together
…
Zhu Yanyin stood in the yard, closed his eyes and listened to the melodious birdsong in his ears and the sound of reading in the distance.
So comfortable!
Refreshing!
The psychological shadow brought by the bloody murder finally dissipated a little. He was tired of lying in bed these days, so he decided to take a walk nearby. The steward enthusiastically introduced that there were four large academies nearby, each of which had thousands of books, as well as chess clubs and teahouses, all of which were good places for elegance.
Zhu Xiaosui also brought a small map showing the distribution of buildings in the area. It was the first time Zhu Yanyin saw this thing and thought it was quite rare. He walked along the route, stopping and starting, and was finally blocked by a tall mansion.
The plaque has four large characters written in cursive script: Chuiliu Academy.
The writing is vigorous and elegant, and the characters are beautifully written.
Zhu Xiaosui asked, "Sir, would you like to go in and take a look?"
"That's fine." Zhu Yanyin pressed the copper ring, and when the gatekeeper heard that they were the young master of the Zhu Mansion in Jiangnan, he hurriedly and respectfully invited the two to come in. The trees here are more lush than those outside the courtyard, which means self-cultivation. The thick shade blocks the sun, and the pink and white wild flowers are in full bloom, and the air is also fragrant.
"What a great place." Zhu Xiaosui praised, "Although it's not as good as our academy, it's also unique and quiet."
"Yeah." Zhu Yanyin had had a fever for three days and was still a little weak. The coolness stimulated him and he coughed twice in a hoarse voice.
Zhu Xiaosui used the back of her hand to test the temperature of his forehead: "It's not feverish anymore, but it's a little cold. I'd better help you go back."
"I want to walk more." Zhu Yanyin's neck ached. "It's stuffy at home, and it's uncomfortable to lie down."
"Then I'll go get a cloak." Zhu Xiaosui reminded, "Young Master, please wait nearby. Don't wander too far."
Zhu Yanyin nodded: "There are a few houses over there, I'll go see if it's the chess club."
Zhu Xiaosui trotted all the way home, while Zhu Yanyin strolled leisurely along the corridor. He would stop and read a couplet when he saw one. If he came across one with neat and clever parallelism, he would shake his head and savor it several times.
"What can I expect from traveling with the ancients? Tsk tsk, traveling with the ancients... Ugh!"
Being covered over the mouth and dragged away twice in five days, how unlucky is this
Zhu Yanyin's eyes widened. He was pressed into a small corner and was almost scared to death.
Li Sui covered his mouth with one hand, his face gloomy, and squeezed out words from between his teeth: "Shut up!"