Eaglewood Crumbs Chapter 29: Special Dragon Boat Festival·Yumo Zongzi and Fish (Part 2)

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Five people sat down around the table. The lotus heart is pouring the wine in a coarse porcelain jug, and the wine syrup poured into the porcelain bowl is light red and strong in medicine. Yan Dan looked at the porcelain bowl in front of him, her eyes straightened: if she didn't make a mistake, this wine is a realgar wine that has seen its shape after smelling its name, but still has no taste.

"This wine is brewed in-house. The wine won't be too strong, please feel free to drink it, Miss Yan." Lian Xin said immediately when she saw her expression. The old white-haired woman sitting on the side also answered: "This medicinal material is prepared by ourselves, but the rice wine is from the village head. Alas, there are no males in our family, and life is a bit difficult, so... this You can't buy some rice wine. If you don't like it, girl, don't drink it."

Yan Dan shook her head quickly: "Why do you dislike it? The Dragon Boat Festival is to drink realgar wine to ward off evil spirits." She tremblingly picked up the porcelain bowl, smelling the choking realgar smell, and was about to move her throat. Pour in, stretched out a hand diagonally, took the wine bowl in her hand, and drank it by herself.

Yan Dan was stunned: "Yu Mo..."

Yu Mo said lightly: "She doesn't know how to drink, she will get drunk after a sip."

Yan Dan said blankly: "You..."

"She will only play fools when she gets drunk, so I'll drink it for her." Yu Mo picked up the wine bowl in front of him again, and drank his head straight up.

Yan Dan murmured: "Two bowls, warding off evil spirits, it's too late..."

The old woman squinted her eyes, and the wrinkles on her face stretched out: "Little girl, this son is really kind to you, you should keep it in your heart." Yan Dan shook her hand and saw she stretched out her chopsticks and picked up a yellow croaker. , Put it in the remaining ink bowl: "Eat more while it's hot."

Yan Dan turned his head to look at Yu Mo, he just frowned slightly, his face calm. She hurriedly stretched out her chopsticks and said softly: "My son, will you give me the fish in your bowl?"

Yu Mo looked at her with a tick at the corner of his mouth: "Are you too lazy to pick thorns?" He drew out the largest fishbone, and picked out the smallest thorns. He was about to clamp the fish into her bowl, and saw lotus heart. I quickly added a yellow croaker to Yan Dan, removed the skin and bones, and said with a little shame: "I should have picked a larger fish, and the thorns should not be so thin."

Yan Dan opened his mouth, and a thousand words turned around his throat and went down again.

"What else did you say about the biggest fish? Sister, you waited until everyone else picked the ones that everyone didn't want before you picked them up!"

Lian Xin's face flushed to the roots of her ears, and she whispered: "You two, I'm really sorry, I, I..."

Yan Dan said hurriedly: "Small fish are more delicious, but too big it will not be as easy to taste." She tasted the fish in the bowl and smiled slightly: "It's delicious, really."

Yu Mo hesitated for a while, and Wei Yi raised his head to see the ardent gaze of the old woman, so he had to slowly drop his chopsticks. Yan Dan watched him slowly deliver the fish to his mouth, sympathy arose.

But seeing Yu Mo slowly eating a fish, the old woman immediately asked, "How do you like it?" Yu Mo nodded and said, "Very tasty." The old woman reached out and added another fish for him. He smiled and said: "If you think it is delicious, eat more!"

"...cough." Yan Dan choked.

"Are you... are you better?" Yan Dan stretched out his hand and gently stroked Yu Mo's back, who was retching on the ship's rail. "I have made tea. You might as well take a few sips while it's hot. Digestion." When they came out of the family, Yu Mo still looked as usual, but he turned a corner. He immediately turned pale, staggered to the stream, and put his fingers in his throat to dig his heart and lungs. He retched.

Yu Mo grabbed her fingers and slowly applied force. That strength was so painful that Yan Dan almost cried out in pain. Ten fingers connected to the heart, being held in this way by him makes it uncomfortable even to carry her.

"You have a lot of cold sweat on your forehead," Yan Dan touched his forehead, and gently wiped off the sweat with his sleeve. "Lord of the mountain, should you lie down inside?"

Yu Mo shook his head, unable to even speak. Yan Dan thought to himself that after drinking two bowls of realgar wine on the Dragon Boat Festival, he also ate fish that could not be touched. It would be good to be able to support him without an immediate demonization. She sighed. After all, one of the bowls of realgar wine was drunk for her: "I'm sorry... I shouldn't bother about it at all."

Yu Mo slowly turned his head to look at her. There were faint blue-black sporadic scales appearing on his side face, and a black totem like a flame spread up on his neck. He closed his eyes, his dark eyes turned slightly red, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Are you embarrassed too..."

Yan Dan stared at the totem on his neck intently, and couldn't help but touch it with his finger: "You... are the survivors of the ancients, no wonder..." Yu Mo suddenly held her hand and took her Protect under your body. This was too fast, and his movements were very powerful. Yan Dan only felt a few drops of warm liquid splash on his cheeks, and his eyes were also blood red. Where she can reach, there are so many blood stains slowly spilling out on the boat board.

Yu Mo didn't even wrinkle his eyebrows, holding the dagger in his sleeve, turning back and stabbing it out.

Only hearing a bang, a man with black water was bleeding from his heart and fell into the Huanhua Creek, spreading layers of red blood on the water. Yu Mo knelt on one knee on the bow, his sleeves flicked, and saw a blue firework blazing across the stream, and the man's corpse immediately turned into ashes.

Yan Dan stretched out his hand and pressed it on his back, softly chanting a spell, only to see the pale light slowly fainting, but Yu Mo's wound just stopped bleeding, not even a scab was knotted. She stayed, remembering that it was the Dragon Boat Festival today, and their sorcery was greatly damaged, and her healing spell was useless.

Yu Mo sighed lightly: "I'm also responsible for not expecting that, when we say that it is not good, there will be assassins coming, let's go into the cabin."

Yan Dan replied, took out a jacket, tore it to wrap the remaining ink, and the remaining cloth strips wiped the blood on the boat board.

Yu Mo looked at the curtain in the hatch of the ship and said softly: "Pull up the curtain a little and hang it up."

Yan Dan hung up the curtains, and gently dragged the blanket over him: "Mountain Lord, take a break, and I will deal with it if anything happens."

Yu Mo looked at her for a while, smiled and said, "Also."

Yan Dan sat beside him, propped his chin and thought, when will they get into such a big trouble, someone will send an assassin to chase them? After thinking about it, the only time I met Pei Luo and the others. The blood stains were also cleaned up, and the assassin's corpse was also burned by Yu Mo. Yu Mo asked her to hang up the ship curtain, which was nothing more than an empty plan.

She turned her head to look at the remaining ink curled up in the blanket. She only felt more headache. If Bai Ling saw that he had an extra injury on his back, would she miss her alive? This, it should be for sure... But the most important thing right now is to spend the Dragon Boat Festival safely. As long as she stayed up until midnight, she wouldn't worry about the dozens of assassins.

Yan Dan thought for a while, put Yu Mo's dagger in his sleeve, then took out a tub and stuffed some clothes in, and walked to the bow to slowly wash the clothes.

Seeing the sun slanting west, the sky is dazzling at sunset, and tomorrow will be another sunny day. Yan Dan wringed the washed clothes dry, then spread them out and straightened them. When doing these movements, his body naturally revealed many flaws. As far as martial arts mortals are concerned, when the two sides confronted each other, they had already calculated the distance, strength, and timing of the shot. After the shot, it was definitely aimed at the weakness of others. But to Yan Dan, none of this makes sense. She is not a mortal and has never practiced martial arts. No matter how she hides it, there are a lot of flaws in her body.

As soon as she put the flat clothes in the tub, she felt a strong murderous aura. It's finally here! Yan Dan dodged sideways, only to hear a shudder, a soft knife as thin as a cicada's wings was slashing at her side, seeing if the momentum was chopped off, a piece of meat would really be chopped off. Yan Dan stretched out his hand to hold Yu Mo's dagger, hesitated, but rolled to the side. The black-clothed assassin saw that she just dodged but didn't fight back. He was already cowardly thinking about coming to her. His aura became stronger, his blade flashed, and he almost hit her several times.

Yan Dan saw that the knife was misaligned again and was about to strike the wooden basin with clothes. Suddenly, with an idea, he flicked at the wooden basin, and the scream of the basin turned into an iron plate in broad daylight. The assassin didn’t react at all, and slashed on the iron plate. When the blade and the iron plate were connected, there was a clear sound of gold and iron. Sparks splashed around. The blade was originally thin, and suddenly broke off. The flying end hit the man. Belly.

Yan Dan sighed and murmured: "So, you must wear a thick-backed hoop sword for this costless business, although it's a bit ugly..." As soon as the voice fell, the iron plate whizzed back again. Up the tub. The Dragon Boat Festival is really extraordinary, and even her magic can not last long. She watched that half of the man fell into the stream, slowly moved over, pushed his weapon into the stream, and pulled out the blade that was stuck in his abdomen, and blood splashed on her clothes. It was a little bit red. Yan Dan casually wiped his face, touched the dagger in his sleeve, and felt calmer.

According to her current strength, she can't fight against a mortal man at all. There is only one chance for a sneak attack, but what about three or five people later?

She was distressed, and saw a woodcutter coming far away with a bundle of firewood tied to her back. At this time, it would be nothing unusual for villagers to come here, but for Yan Dan, it was a wave of unrest, one after another. The woodcutter approached, staring at the floating corpses in the Huanhua Creek and the turquoise water that was dyed pink. His legs became soft and his face turned white. He shook his head on the ground for a long time and said: "Mom. , Damn... You, you... The King of the Mountain is forgiving..."

Yan Dan hummed twice, sinking his face and said: "Am I like a mountain king?"

"No, no...yes, it's a female hero!"

Yan Dan smiled slightly: "It's pretty much the same." She just finished her voice, and she sullen her face as a bully: "If you want to survive, you will come and go. Don't shout!"

The woodman crawled on the ground for a while, crying and said: "Female, female hero, the little one can't climb..."

Yan Dan sighed. Just now at the critical moment of life and death, she was able to support it with one breath. Now that she vented this breath, she didn't even have the strength to stand up. It's not time to take care of yourself at this moment, how can there be this free time to care about the life and death of this mortal? She slowly calmed down and thought about countermeasures, and at a glance, she suddenly saw a black figure coming along the Huanhua Creek. The man walked slowly, with a wonderful rhythm between his steps. He saw the corpse floating on the stream, his eyes jumped slightly, but he didn't stop, and slowly walked to the boat.

Yan Dan couldn't help thinking, looking at that person's body, he must be more capable than the one just now, and he must be more cautious. If he plays some cleverness, he will definitely be exposed. But this kind of person is cautious and cautious, for fear of being too suspicious. She smiled at the black assassin, and her face became more beautiful for a moment.

The assassin was taken aback and took two steps back. Yan Dan sat on the boat board, staring at him without blinking: "I am no longer your opponent, can you give me a happy one?" The man was even more astonished, cautiously stepped forward, and suddenly. The sword struck her arm, and then backed sharply. Yan Dan snorted and stretched out his hand to cover the wound, but there was still blood leaking from his fingers. The assassin saw her like this and still did not move. Knowing that she was really not his opponent, he walked forward with confidence: "You want me to give you a pleasure?"

Yan Dan bit her lip and glanced into the cabin: "I am lowly capable, not as good as my son. You have to deal with me with just one finger."

"Would it be better if I use you to force your son to come out?"

Yan Dan hurriedly said: "My son is sick, otherwise, how can you be presumptuous?" After she finished speaking, she hurriedly covered her mouth.

"Sick? Okay, I'll give you a good time!" The tip of the sword pierced Yan Dan's heart, and she suddenly rushed over. The sword fell to the sky, but she was already close at hand, it was impossible to turn the sword around and hurt her. Yan Dan drew out his short sword and thrust it into the man's chest. She thought it would take a lot of strength, but she didn't expect Yu Mo's sword to be so sharp that it pierced several points all at once.

Yan Dan panted hurriedly. Before he could push the assassin away, he suddenly heard the cold wind coming from behind his head. When she turned around, she was almost crushed by her body. Yan Dan looked at the sword blade that stabbed into his lower abdomen in disbelief, and slowly looked up along the blade. The woodcutter was looking at her with a smile: "You really have no skill, but you can kill me. Two companions, great." He retracted the long sword, casually wiped the blood on the blade with his sleeve, and turned to lift the curtain outside the cabin.

He was about to bend over and walk in, suddenly a cold on his back, followed by a sharp pain slowly overflowing his body. He turned his head and saw Yan Dan struggling to stand up, his arm slightly raised, and the short sword in his hand had already been thrown. The man was self-supporting, rushed in front of her, and raised his sword to cut down on her.

Just listen to Yan Dan raising her wrist, her pale green sleeves slipped to her elbow, a stream of blood dripping from her thin white arm, forming a drop of blood dripping from her elbow: "The only injury I suffered ," She lifted the arm of the corpse on the board: "The sword you just stabbed here."

Yan Dan's tone was flat: "You want to know why I could see that you and the two assassins are in the same group, and are you still the leader?" She looked directly at each other and said slowly: "There is no malicious intent. People are not so careful when they are close to others. If there is no harm, if you are just an ordinary woodcutter, how can you beware of me?"

The man couldn't help muttering: "So that's it..." As soon as he spoke, he let out his breath, spit out a few mouthfuls of blood and fell to the ground. As soon as he fell down, Yan Dan coughed again and again, and it took a long time to come back, muttering: "Obviously I am almost out of breath, and I have to hold my breath to talk to him, cough...cough cough, terrible. ......"

The setting sun finally settled slowly, and the cool evening breeze brought damp water vapor over. Yan Dan stretched slightly, and began to feel that the magic on her body was slowly recovering. She raised her wrist, first healed the wound with a spell, then replaced the blood-stained coat on her body, pushed the two corpses into Huanhua Creek, and brought a basin of water to wipe the blood stains off the boat board.

She packed up everything in front of her, knelt down on the side of the boat, looked at the three corpses floating on the stream, put her hands together, and whispered softly: "Leave the dull and innocent people away from obscurity and greed. , Not bound by sound, dust and emptiness..." Huanhua Creek is lingering, and the white flowers bloom slowly, and the fragrance is elegant.

"Make the dangerous road as calm as possible, without suffering...six roots disappeared." She released her tightly closed palms, and saw large patches of lotus slowly withering, and a pale halo on Huanhua Creek. Together with the three corpses, they turned into dust.

Yan Dan looked down on the side of the ship and couldn't help but said: "I used to think this kind of spell is difficult and useless, but now it seems to be surprisingly beautiful..."