Copper Coins Chapter 68: Iron Army (3)

The writhing was just a blink of an eye, slight and short, and then stopped.

Illusions?

Xue Xian's reaction was still a little slow. He looked down at the wrinkled appearance of his robe, and didn't know if he should reach out and look at it. He seemed to be waiting to see if he would move a second time.

Dang bang.

After a while, the sound of metal bumping lightly rang out, and it was quite clear in this extremely quiet room.

"It's moving." Xue Xian said blankly, pointing to his robe, and subconsciously raising his eyes to look in Xuan Min's direction.

Xuan Min had already opened his eyes, and his dark eyes were looking at this side. He didn't know if he had just opened it after hearing Xue Xian's words, or if he had been looking at it for a while.

Because the light of the oil lamp was already dim at his place, Xue Xian couldn't see his eyes hidden in the shadow of his brow bone, but even if he could see it clearly, with Xue Xian's brain after a night of nonsense, 80% Can't tell the emotion in it.

It should be as smooth as ever...

Xue Xian repeated: "Something moved."

So, some things really have to be controlled. If you let them go too far, people will not only become lazy and don't want to move, but also stupid. At least Xue Xian's dazed appearance is absolutely abnormal. It wasn't obvious when he spoke along the lines of what had happened just now. Now he encountered an emergency, and the whole person became a little dazed.

Xuan Min sat in the semi-darkness and looked at him for a moment before answering, "Mm."

His voice was as quiet as a lake in the very quiet night. Under the wrapping of the warm yellow fire, it even lost its edges and corners and coldness. Unclear emotions come.

Xue Xian was stunned for a moment in this mood, and didn't come back to his senses until the sound of wringing in his pocket sounded again.

After three noises, he finally recovered from the tiredness and stunnedness. He lowered his eyes and reached out and touched his pocket.

The pockets were also soaked in the sweat that had been steamed earlier, and it looked slightly damp. So when he took out a thin iron card, the surface of the iron card was covered with a layer of light mist.

Dang bang.

When Xue Xian drew out the iron card, the brief and slight vibration sounded again.

This time Xue Xian can be sure that it is one of the iron cards that is struggling. He placed the 20 or 30 thin iron sheets on the table beside him, and his slender fingers ruffled through the light by the light of the oil lamp.

Dang bang.

"I found it." Xue Xian said, pointing at one of them and picking it out.

"Maybe the resentment hasn't dissipated." Xuan Mian said.

Xue Xian let out a lazily "hmmm", holding the iron plate close to the oil lamp, squinting his eyes and looking back and forth, and then carefully identifying the scratches on the back of the iron plate. After a while, he "tsk", "I don't know."

The scratches were so deep and messy that it was hard to make out the original strokes, let alone what was written on them.

Xue Xian sat up straight, holding the iron card and reaching out to Xuanmin.

Xuan Min: "What?"

"Here you are, let's get over it." Xue Xian said lazily, then turned to look at the piles of military cards, counted them, and said, "Twenty-eight, do you still have to pay? Burning incense? Then you have to prepare twenty-eight sticks."

While these words were being said, the iron card in Xue Xian's hand didn't know whether he understood it or what, and trembled twice again, as if trying to get it out of Xue Xian's fingers.

"Don't move." Xue Xian said smoothly to the iron card.

Stay still...

When Xue Xian, who had previously wanted to vent his anxiety, was pulling his hand in the fog, Xuan Min seemed to have said this, and he said it more than once.

As soon as these words came out, Xue Xian's lazy mind couldn't help thinking of Xuan Min's voice mixed in his breathing, and the words stopped abruptly. When he returned to his senses, his ears and cheeks were already slightly With enthusiasm.

He held the iron card stiffly and glanced at Xuanmin.

Xuan Min lowered his eyes for a moment, then raised his eyes again and swept across Xue Xian's face. His eyes finally fell on the iron card, and he never met Xue Xian's, and he didn't know if he just slipped past or deliberately moved away.

After the miasma had been dissipated, Xue Xian and Xuan Min always spoke in a casual and lazy tone, trying to suppress the ambiguous embarrassment by speaking in the same way as usual.

After all, although he has lived for many, many years, this is the first time he has encountered such a scene. He walked by as if he was helping out.

After a long time, the originally chaotic and hazy memory fades, and maybe it really becomes an ordinary trifle that can be forgotten at any time. As for how he and Xuan Min got along in the first place, and how they got along, there is no need to change anything because of it.

This may also be the reason why Xuanmin caused the fog and miasma in the process. Through a thick layer of fog, they couldn't see each other's faces, so they couldn't catch each other's eyes and emotions, and it was more like a confused person. The dream will not have too many unnecessary effects.

But now, when he can't help but think of those scenes because of some words, and some emotions surge up, he realizes that some things can't be revealed with a casual and natural tone...

He stared at the iron card for a moment, then his eyes moved, and when Xian reached Xuanmin, he suddenly came back to his senses.

Xue Xian twitched the corners of his mouth, trying to use a more casual tone to bring the suddenly changed atmosphere back to the right path, but found that he was laughing and was very perfunctory. So he simply stopped struggling, and said dryly: "This iron piece doesn't seem to be resentful, but rather has some other hidden feelings."

I don't know if Xuanmin lost his mind or thought about it for a while. After a while, he moved his eyes and said, "I've been in the tomb at the bottom of the river for too long, and most of my soul has been lost, and there's not much left, resentment. It's not enough to condense."

He stopped for a while, and finally got up from the futon, walked towards Xue Xian, stretched out his hand and said, "Give it to me."

When he was sitting there, he was still looking at Xue Xian, but when he got close, he didn't look at it. He just lowered his eyes and took the iron card, wrapped it with a paper talisman, and muttered again. A scripture, flicked on the iron plate wrapped in the paper talisman.

The iron card made a "hum" sound, and it shook violently between his fingers. Then, a figure with an unclear outline slowly squeezed out of the iron plate, standing in front of Xuan Min without his feet touching the ground.

Xue Xian looked at the man's appearance, his facial features seemed to be covered with a layer of fog...

Mist...

Xue Xian suddenly paralyzed his face, rolled his eyes to the sky, forcibly pushed back Lenovo, who was about to emerge, and continued to move his eyes——

Although the facial features are a bit hazy, it can be vaguely seen that the birth is decent. He was not wearing the armor of the military camp, but an ordinary or even shabby robe, except that the two sleeves were empty and draped unsupported by his side.

Obviously, with such a disability, it is impossible to fight on the battlefield. After all, he can't even hold a sword, spear and spear, so returning home is inevitable. It's just that when such a wounded soldier really returns to his hometown, his mood will be very complicated...

When Xue Xian looked at him, the figure was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head to look at his body, and it took a long while to realize that he really had an outline, so Chong Xuanmin and Xue Xian bent one knee, He bowed his head and gave an incomplete gift.

Because there are no hands to support, when standing up, the movements appear rather clumsy.

"Thank you so much for your help, Master." He opened his mouth to speak, but his voice was extremely low, as vague as his outline.

But that alone made him startled.

"I can speak again..." he murmured, "Can you hear me?"

Xuan Min glanced up and down at him and nodded.

"You are the one who has been struggling just now?" Xue Xian asked.

The man nodded, "It's me."

Xue Xian: "The last wish is not over? Or the grudges are not over yet and do not want to be overtaken?"

The man nodded and shook his head again, "Don't dare, just..."

After all, resentment and broken souls were forcibly condensed, not ordinary souls. His articulation was rather slow and jerky. He thought for a while and said, "I heard you two are leaving here..."

Hear?

Xue Xian was stunned for a moment, and thought about it for a while. Suddenly I remembered that I really had nothing to say and said to Xuan Min, "If it's all right, then pack up and go back to Fang's house", but... hear? !

"You heard? What else did you hear?" Xue Xian's face turned black and green, green and white, and changed several times. His eyes drifted to Xuan Min unconsciously.

Xuan Min glanced at him consciously, then looked back at the man, and seemed to be waiting for the man to answer this rather embarrassing question.

If this iron card is always in his mother's consciousness and can hear the movement of the outside world, then...

Xue Xian felt that his face had never been so hot in his life.

If it was just him and Xuan Min, then the two people who had been burned by ambrosia would be able to understand each other to some extent, even if they did something outrageous. Heaven knows that you know that I know, and no one else knows, so it is not impossible to bury it in the end.

But if an irrelevant third person knows about it, it will change the taste completely. There is a trace of inexplicable ambiguity in the embarrassment. down.

Xue Xian inevitably recalled the previous details again, but he still took the initiative to recall them. However, even if he scratched it again, those confused fragments did not become clear because of this, and he still couldn't remember whether he had cried out because of his impatience, let alone if he had made other random words.

There should be none, but who can tell...

Someone can tell, but...

Xue Xian glanced at Xuan Min, then lowered his eyes and pinched his brows, thinking that he might as well die, or hurry up to save this nameless ghost who can't open the pot.

And when he raised his eyes again, he found that Xuan Min took a step aside for some reason. Whether it was intentional or unintentional, he happened to stand between Xue Xian and the unnamed wounded soldier, giving the illusion of who was hiding behind his back.

Because the line of sight was blocked, Xue Xian couldn't see the wounded soldier, only Xuan Min's back, and the wounded soldier naturally couldn't see him either. Thinking of this, the heat and embarrassment on Fang Cai's face receded slightly.

Fortunately, the wounded soldier's reply rang in time: "I was already in a daze, and when I was just a little conscious, I only heard the two of you saying to leave, but...but can you do me a favor before you leave? "