Chapter 218 There is a ferocious beast called Fei, which is indescribably disgusting

The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year.

After sending Bai Xianglian to Bai's house, Jiang Xuan dissipated his clone, gathered his consciousness back to his original body, and then opened the door.

Then, he saw the girl writing calligraphy and painting beside the peach tree, and he felt a little flutter in his heart.

"The peach blossoms shine brightly.

When the son returns home, it is suitable for his family.

The peaches are as beautiful as the peaches.

When the son returns home, it is appropriate for him to have a good family.

The peach is young and its leaves are pure.

When the son returns home, it will be a good time for his family."

Just as the mountain wind blew by, a few pink peach leaves flew and fell, and Jiang Xuan's heart palpitated even more.

As if he felt something, Lian Shanxue, who was bending down and drawing something with his sleeves, paused his pen, then turned around with his pen, brushed his hair behind his ears, and showed a bright smile to Jiang Xuan.

"Brother Jiang, are you finished with your retreat?"

His hands are like catkins and his skin is like gelatin.

The collar is like a caterpillar, the teeth are like a rhinoceros, and the head is like a moth's eyebrows.

A beautiful smile and beautiful eyes.

Perhaps he is talking about the current Lianshan Snow.

Looking at Lianshan Xue, whose eyes seemed to have light, Jiang Xuan could not help but feel a sense of trance in his eyes.

"It's been five years."

"Even the snow in the mountains seems to be twenty."

"She's a big girl."

With a sigh to himself, Jiang Xuan immediately stepped forward to Lian Shanxue, stretched out his hand and stroked her hair.

Seeing Jiang Xuan acting like this, Lian Shanxue seemed to have thought of something, and immediately blushed with shame, lowered his head, and pretended to be quail.

"The little girl who used to call herself annoying has really grown up."

Hearing Jiang Xuan's whisper, Lian Shanxue couldn't help but raise his head again, with shy and expectant emotions appearing in his eyes.

Seeing the indescribable aura in Lian Shanxue's eyes, and then looking at the drawing paper on the table, Jiang Xuan couldn't help but smile even more.

As if aware of Jiang Xuan's gaze, Lian Shanxue moved his body again, pretending to be a quail, and at the same time blocked the drawing paper, as well as the figures and animals in the painting.

Seeing this, Jiang Xuan couldn't help but reached out and rubbed Lian Shanxue's head.

"Two surnames join in marriage, make a vow together, and have a good relationship forever. They match each other and have the same name."

"In March of next year, I will marry you with three letters and six engagements, ten miles of red makeup, and a dragon and phoenix carrying a sedan chair."

"What do you think Xueer?"

Hearing Jiang Xuan's words, Lian Shanxue's ears suddenly turned red.

However, although she felt extremely embarrassed, she still said shyly:

"Parents' orders, matchmaker's words, Xue'er listens"

Before Lianshan Xue finished speaking, a dragon's roar suddenly sounded from the sky.

Looking at the sound, isn't that little girl Jiang Yao riding a mirage flying towards Zhushan?

After landing on Zhushan Mountain, Jiang Yao first looked at the mountain snow, then walked around Jiang Xuan twice, and suddenly said:

"Brother, did I come at the right time?"

After taking a picture of Jiang Yao, who looked like a brat, Jiang Xuan said angrily:

"Tell me, what's the matter with going up the mountain?"

Jiang Yao covered her head and stuck out her tongue, then hugged Lian Shanxue's arm and said cheerfully:

"Brother, third brother and Sister Hua'er made a wedding date last year, but you didn't come to seclusion at that time."

"In May this year, Third Brother and Sister Hua'er will get married."

"You must never go into seclusion again."

Speaking of this, Jiang Yao turned her eyes and said:

"My second brother also got engaged a year ago, and the wedding is in November."

"Brother, when will you and Sister Xueer get engaged and get married?"

Jiang Xuan glanced at Lian Shanxue, whose face was as red as a blush, and glared at Jiang Yao angrily:

"You are a little kid, do you need to worry about these things?"

"How can we not worry?"

Jiang Yao put her hands on her hips and said confidently:

"Sister Xue'er has been staying in Zhushan for almost five years. You have to give her a status, right?"

Reaching out and pinching Jiang Yao's nose, Jiang Xuan shook his head helplessly.

This little girl will definitely turn her elbows outward from now on.

"Your brother, I know some things well, so you don't need to worry."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Yao wanted to say something else, but Jiang Wen walked up to Zhushan with a solemn expression.

Seeing Jiang Wen's worried look, Lian Shanxue put away the scroll and immediately took Jiang Yao towards the back mountain.

And Jiang Xuan also withdrew his thoughts and turned his attention to Jiang Wen:

"What's wrong?"

"Brother, the plague has broken out in every prefecture in China."

"plague?"

Jiang Wen nodded solemnly.

"The plague first appeared in Xishan Prefecture, and then spread in all directions along the Xuanhe River with Xishan Prefecture as the center."

"After the common people contracted the epidemic, pus and sores formed, the disease spread, and the whole body suffered from extreme pain and itching, but there was no danger of life. It just made people unable to live and die."

"Even monks are at risk of contracting the epidemic."

"In addition to the plague, there are also natural disasters such as river flooding, severe drought, and the death of mountains and forests."

At this point, he was silent for a moment and then continued:

"It is said among the people that the fortune of the Ming Dynasty is related to fire. It was Master Cen who rebelled against the Ming Dynasty and caused the dragon energy of China to backfire, which caused the world to catch fire and cause a great disaster."

"However, according to my investigation, there were too many people killed and injured during the Ghost Festival on July 15th last year, and the bodies were not buried in time. There are already signs of a major epidemic."

"Today's pandemic is just a plague that was detonated for some reason."

After telling what Jiang Wen said, Jiang Xuan nodded thoughtfully.

He had calculated before that the weather in China was not smooth during this period, but it was about the same.

But now there is a severe drought and a serious epidemic that even monks can be infected with. It is not normal no matter how you look at it.

Thinking of the scene of the hanging river rising into the sky, Jiang Xuan suddenly realized something, and then he counted it with his fingers.

After a while, Jiang Xuan stopped performing the finger gestures, considered his words and then said:

"The epidemic did originate from Xishan Prefecture."

After he finished speaking, Jiang Wen's face darkened a lot, and Jiang Xuan spoke again:

"But the cause of the epidemic is not because Master Cen rebelled against the Ming Dynasty."

After saying that, Jiang Xuan stretched out his hand to summon a cloud and looked at Jiang Wendao, "How are you practicing the "Clone" technique?"

Jiang Wen showed a hint of embarrassment when he heard this, and then created a clone.

It's just that the strength of this clone is comparable to that of a second-level monk.

"Brother, my qualifications for practicing magical powers don't seem to be very good."

"Even if the jade slip you gave me contains the charm of the "Clone Technique", it will still be extremely difficult for me to practice it."

"Everyone has his or her own talents, and some things cannot be forced."

"Just like you, your level of literary cultivation has now reached the fifth and semi-holy realm."

Before Jiang Xuan finished speaking, he was interrupted by Jiang Wen shaking his hand:

"Brother, don't talk about my level of literary cultivation."

"If you hadn't let me take charge of the people's livelihood in the four prefectures, how could I have improved my literary realm so quickly?"
To be continued...