Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 181

"Congratulations Brother Jiang, congratulations Brother Jiang, today you have the title given by Senior Luo, your character and martial arts have finally become famous!"

Fan Xinghan came to express his congratulations cheerfully, among the group of people he was the one who had the happiest smile, he thought that this finally repaid Jiang Wen's previous great help, and would also push the Wuyi faction's reputation to a higher level.

Jiang Wen, who had a happy event in the crowd, was unhappy. He stared at Fan Xinghan and said in a low voice, "Brother Fan, I heard that your nickname is 'Iron Beggar'?"

Fan Xinghan waved back and forth with some embarrassment: "It's all the nonsense of the same people in the world, so it can't be true."

But the preoccupied Jiang Wen persisted and continued to ask: "I just heard what you said, and it seems that I don't like this title very much. Why don't I reciprocate?"

Then looking at Fan Xinghan with puzzled eyes, Jiang Wen seriously suggested: "Why don't we exchange half of our nicknames, my name is 'Iron Sword', how about you change it to 'Gentleman and Beggar'?"

Fan Xinghan ran away as if he had seen a ghost, and disappeared into the noisy crowd.

So Jiang Wen had no choice but to look around in embarrassment, perfunctory to the congratulatory Wulin people, and then took Zhou Long and Yuan Ziyi to find the location of several Wuyi sect disciples.

These two people had offended the Red Flower Society severely just now, and Jiang Wen was worried that they would take advantage of the chaos to retaliate.

"Luo has something else to do today, and I want to invite fellow martial artists to witness!"

Seeing that the situation was chaotic, Luo Yuantong secretly practiced his kung fu and immediately heard it all over the world. A howling sound was not only shocking, but the words he said were heard more clearly in the ears of everyone present. Only then did the famous head Jiang find the seat of the Wuyi faction, and he signaled to the musicians that they could stop -- relying on the positioning of the musicians, he finally reunited with the separated disciples.

"Congratulations to Master for becoming famous today at the Golden Basin Washing Contest."

Hong Wending said to Jiang Wen with a smile on his face. Although Jiang Wen knew that what this apprentice said was not malicious, he was suspicious. He always felt that there was another unspeakable meaning behind his old-fashioned expression.

"Wending, Master has been so kind to you and never punished you to think about it. You can't repay your kindness with revenge." Jiang Wen commanded worriedly.

Hong Wending answered without knowing it, "I dare not."

Not only Hong Wending, but the little stone behind him also murmured congratulations with everyone, his eyes had already started to wander around, maybe he was seriously thinking about where to go to line up for today's meal, since he lived in the Fuwei Escort for a while, he was very concerned about I am particularly keen on queuing for food.

Only Fu Ningdie looked at Jiang Wen with her mouth held back, as if she was full of doubts about his being called a "gentleman".

"What are you looking at, do you think I am happy to be called that, Master?"

Jiang Wen waved Fu Ningdie away, and the little girl followed Yuan Ziyi away.

He couldn't help but feel angry, thinking that the name of the gentleman Jianyue's head came from the Analects of Confucius "a gentleman is reserved but not contending, a group is not a party", let alone whether he is reserved but not competing or a dilapidated Huashan who can't compete with the Songshan School, is a group but not a party There are only two or three kittens left in the whole family without the party, but at least they have worked hard for decades to establish a personality, and even martial arts have followed a refined and refined way.

But he, Jiang, asked himself He Dehe Neng, and it’s fine if he likes to give advice, but today, let alone the sword in the scabbard, he hasn’t even shown the slightest kung fu in his fists. What are the dozens of people around him like? Seeing that his martial arts are extraordinary, he keeps saying that he wants to learn from him?If you have seen it, ask for advice!
What's even more hateful is the white bearded old man on the stage, who looks like Santa Claus. This mouth is much more powerful than his golden knife. It has a "reputation" of "Gentlemen's Sword".

But according to his logic analysis, isn't this also a bastard who is neither civil nor military?
"Young sons are old in Jianghu, and the beautiful woman in pink has freckles on her temples. After the old man washed his hands in the golden basin today, he no longer cares about the affairs of the Jianghu. All the affairs of the Luo family are handled by the old man's only daughter Luo Shuang'er. Whether it is good or bad, it is up to the destiny. The right and wrong of grievances are only what people call on themselves."

Luo Yuantong spoke very firmly, but the eyes of everyone in the martial arts field couldn't help but focus on the delicate girl beside him. It was hard to imagine how this young woman with a slender waist and a slim figure could support Tian Nanyi The huge Luo family power.

There are many schools of martial arts in Lingnan, and the Five Tigers school under the leadership of Feng Tiannan is the most powerful in the past two years, and there is a faint meaning of aspiring to the top.This is also the reason why the Feng family is trying their best to make friends with Pingnan Wangfu. Once he can replace Luo Yuantong's position in Shang Kexi's eyes, the time for the Five Tigers to rise to the top is just around the corner.

People in Jianghu originally thought that Luo Yuantong would take this opportunity to choose a proud husband for Luo Shuang'er, so as to support the Luo family's prestige in the future. Friends including Zhou Zhongying also thought so, so now they are all given to Luo Shuang'er by Luo Yuantong's shocking decision. Startled.

To break it down, it's just four words of He De He Neng.

"However, people are not grass and trees, so how can we give up the idea of ​​licking the calf. From now on, the old man's daughter will also walk in the rivers and lakes. There will inevitably be a dangerous situation, and I need the help of all the friends in the rivers and lakes. Luo is very grateful."

After finishing speaking, the disciples of the Luo family who stood on both sides removed the gold basins for washing their hands, and replaced them with a pair of pear blossom wooden boxes of more than four feet, and then retreated to the left and right, leaving only the father and daughter on the stage.

"Master Jiang, look quickly, that is the treasured sword we guarded along the way, and it will finally show its true colors today!"

Zhou Long said excitedly.

At this time, there was a commotion in the arena, and the pin-shaped seats had been readjusted, and the relatives and distances had also changed.For example, the heroes of the Red Flower Society occupied the seats next to the gate of the house, surrounded by a few small sects, most of whom were fellows from Hubei, and the Xinghan Gang, Tiedanzhuang, and Songyang factions also sat separately.

The rest of the gangs lived in the inner courtyard, they were attached to each other, and there was still a faint confrontation. Jiang Wen also found that there were several unknown Sichuan Eastern sects popping up around Fan Xinghan, and he remained silent in brown linen jackets.

At this time, more than a dozen disciples of the Vajra Sect were sitting around the Wuyi School, and when they saw that the treasured sword was about to appear in the world, they immediately clamored with pride. Their strange appearance made the surrounding people also start to be curious, making people lament that Luo Yuantong's decision to distribute invitations to this small Shanxi sect was worth more than what they paid for in their presence.

The magical weapon that wasted thousands of dollars will not disappoint.

Jiang Wen has seen the sharp weapons of magic weapons before, and they can often remain sharp after thousands of years, which is frightening, but he always thinks that the so-called dragon singing in the box and bullfighting with anger are just novelists' words, and no one in the world has ever seen a sword Those who can enter the water and turn into dragons, and take people's heads by themselves.

But before the treasured knife in Luo Yuantong's hand showed its shape, there was a clear, clear and extremely melodious sound in the wooden box first, and the sound came from the same place, like a bell at the first hearing, like a chime, but it has been heard a thousand times The meaning of turning a hundred times, closing your eyes seems to move like a thousand hectares of blue waves, and the deep grass and insects on the lakeside sing in unison.

When the sound reaches a clearer end, it actually differentiates into different meanings of high and low frequencies, as if grasshoppers, praying mantises, crickets, and moths come and go one after another in the grass during the stinging season. In it, one can hear the meaning of vigorous vitality and all things competing to develop.

The strange noise in the box whetted people's appetites, Luo Yuantong finally took out the saber, and with his right hand he took out a four-foot-two-inch long saber.The blade is three feet long, and the handle is one foot and two inches long. The blade is like a pool of blue waves and autumn water, slender and leaf-like. Holding it in the hands of the tall and burly Luo Yuantong is like child's play, but it fits Luo Shuang'er's figure just right.

Jiang Wen rubbed his chin and watched from a distance, only felt that the appearance of this knife did not conform to the shape. Normally, the other party was the famous Luo family of golden swords, so he would not have made such a mistake.

"Ji Xiao's new book.It is recorded in "The System of Long Knife" that the long knife needs to be "five feet long with a blade, and then use a copper blade guard. The handle is one foot and five inches long, a total of six feet and five inches, and weighs two catties and eight taels."

The record of the size of the long sword in the book is by no means a closed door. "Wu Bei Zhi" says: "It is said that the long sword is made of the Japanese country. It is good for walking and has not been prepared in ancient times." From this, it can be seen that the long sword of the Ming Dynasty is an imitation of the Japanese sword. It turns out that the size and ratio of the long saber are based on Qi Shaobao's insights gained from fighting with real sabers during the Japanese riots along the coast. Therefore, when this saber is really facing the enemy, it may cause a lot of inconvenience.

Everyone was either understanding or ignorant, and they were also wondering how a single sword could suddenly groan, but they found that Luo Yuantong did not stop after taking out the long sword, and continued to take out a two-foot-eight-inch long sword from the wooden box with his right hand, and a nine-inch long sword. Slender and short blade, the standard appearance is still unprecedented.

Looking at the stage at this time, I finally saw that there were two long and short knives in the box. The handle of the knife was heavily wrapped with blue silk thread, and the radiance was so bright that the blade, which was as cold as frost and snow, was also dyed blue, like a piece of green bamboo.

However, collisions and strikes can produce such a heart-pounding sound, which shows that the forging process is extraordinary, and there is still an elusive murderous intent under the magnificent appearance.

"This knife is called Hanwang Qingdao. It was made by a famous craftsman from Xiaoxiang. It is made of five colors of gold, silver, copper, iron, and tin. When it is cast, it is full of sounds. There is always a desolate spirit on the knife. Then it will turn into blue green, and at night it will be as black as lacquer ink."

Luo Yuantong said in a deep voice, as a famous sword appraiser, his eyes were full of fascination, and then the fascination disappeared, and he suddenly threw the long knife into the air.

"Take the knife!"

Luo Shuang'er moved in response to the sound, her body swayed into the air, and she caught the long knife in the air with a moving movement like a boatman's fist, and then lightly picked up the short knife thrown by Luo Yuantong, holding one long and one short in her hand like a butterfly flipping Flying, dazzled by swords and swords.

What Luo Shuang'er wields now is not the Yuanyang Dao, which can be combined with two sabers, but a kind of foot combat saber with two sabers, which seems to combine some styles of Nanyue Kingdom and Dong Dao, one long and one short as the exterior and interior of each other.

Jiang Wen suddenly discovered that the pair of blue knives mirrored the ancient bronze sword of Fujian and Yue on his waist, and the ancient rhyme of Qin and Han Dynasties was quite artistic.

Luo Shuang'er's body skills are strange, but not as eye-catching as her double-knife technique. She is light and dexterous on stage, just like two swallows flying among the willows in spring, and like a mandarin duck cutting water.I saw her up and down, left and right, turning freely, holding a white blade with her slender fingers, like holding a flower branch, with handsome eyes and a smile on her lips, she is so charming and lovable.

"Master, what does Hanwang Qingdao mean?"

Fu Ningdie's question interrupted Jiang Wen's gaze. Her focus was obviously in a very strange place, but she just caught Jiang Wen's question.

"Uh, the word Hanwang may refer to the incident of Nie Zheng stabbing Han Gui's Baihong Guanri, but whether the green knife refers to the color or the shape, I am not quite sure, Master."

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Wen continued.

"This sword technique can be used both offensively and defensively. It's exquisite and unique. What's even more commendable is that the length and size of these moves seem to be designed according to Luo Shuang'er's appearance, and the mental energy consumed in them is incalculable..."

Jiang Wen sighed in a low voice, and gave a very pertinent evaluation of this sword technique.Females are weaker in strength but more flexible. Therefore, the walking part of the body method is strengthened in the saber technique, and the hard shaking of the wide opening and closing is deleted.

However, in the long run, the prototype of this kung fu should be the strong and domineering sword technique. The moves specially designed by the famous master not only made Luo Shuang'er's youthful proficiency, but also hindered her way of learning from others. , I'm afraid it's still missing some dexterity.

In Jiang Wen's eyes, the superior saber technique should still be like "Hu Family's Saber Technique". On the surface, the saber technique is exquisite in moves, not relying on force to force, but slow and reserved moves, but there is also a yin and yang in the gentle Reasonable, introverted but also strong and fierce, his bright moves are only to crack the opponent's mysteries.

But no matter what, this kind of saber technique is really pleasing to the eye. Jiang Wen looked around, and there were already many people in the audience who were obsessed with obsession, just staring at the high platform where Luo Shuanger wielded the sword. Good guy, even Fan Xinghan, the beggar leader...

Oh no, that person is Ben Leishou Wen Tailai, the fourth head of the Red Flower Society. At this time, he also looked at Luo Shuang'er without saying a word. After dancing to a song, he couldn't recover for a long time.

"Okay, you are indeed a descendant of the Luo family! It's worth my trip to come here in the rain!"

Suddenly there was another commotion outside the gate of Luo's mansion. Through the rain curtain, I saw a tall man in Chinese clothes striding forward with his head held high. He had deep eyes, thick eyebrows and a high nose bridge. It's hard to hide her color, and her demeanor is a bit more dandy after all.

"Uncle Luo, today I'm here to propose marriage to Sister Shuang'er. The gift has already been delivered outside the door. Don't be surprised if you are a little late when you are entangled in mundane affairs!"

The voice of the man in the fancy dress was exceptionally loud, and there was a hint of alcohol in his speech, but everyone present felt like they had seen a ghost. They always felt that the same scene had just been seen before, and even the people who said similar words were shocked. Still nearby, the scene was once very embarrassing.

The slightly drunk man in Chinese clothes was dissatisfied with the martial arts fighters blocking the way, so he stretched out his hand and pushed everyone away to force his way through.As he got closer and closer, he saw that everyone was looking at him. At this time, in the seat of the Red Flower Club closest to the gate of the mansion, a white-robed scribe slowly got up and stood in front of the man in Chinese clothes who was rushing straight into the lobby.

"Brother, there are different hosts and guests in today's Golden Basin Handwashing Conference, please take a seat first and wait a while, don't make any loud noises."

Chen Jialuo said it very euphemistically. He was a little smaller than the other party in stature, but he had a sense of being neither humble nor overbearing, just like the green pines and green bamboos that have experienced frost and snow.

"Get out of the way!"

The man in the Chinese costume frowned, and stretched out his hand to push Chen Jialuo, but Chen Jialuo was already prepared, raised his shoulders and shook off the opponent's capture, and pushed back with his feet firmly planted. bumped into each other.

The heroes of the Red Flower Society stood behind them without moving, and they all had great confidence in Chen Jialuo's martial arts. However, after a short fight, they found that just as the man in the Chinese costume staggered back, Chen Jialuo moved a few steps involuntarily. There was a tinge of sickly blood on his fair face, obviously because his hasty exercise had been broken.

"This Chen Jialuo's martial arts is not good enough. Obviously, he has not achieved the state of intentional punching first, unintentional and tricky. The other chief rudder I have seen is much more sophisticated in martial arts, and he can already master a hundred styles of boxing. "

Jiang Wen was pointing in the distance, but was robbed by Yuan Ziyi and said, "Master Jiang, how many people in the world can achieve the realm you mentioned? Isn't it too strong?"

"This is what you don't know. There is no hope for this kind of martial arts practice. You must rely on external force to break through."

Jiang Wen pointed to the team of musicians behind him with a proud face, expressing that he knew all kinds of magical powers.

"If he can strictly keep the rhythm with the music accompaniment, move like a dance, and defeat the enemy under the palm of his fist, he will be able to roam the rivers and lakes like the predecessors of the ancients, and he will be almost invincible when he rarely meets an opponent."

"I don't believe it, you are lying to me."

Yuan Ziyi exposed it unceremoniously.

But Jiang Wen said very firmly: "Don't underestimate the heroes in the world, there are people in the Jianghu who will make great progress in martial arts every time they play a sonorous piece of music, and they will win without defeat."

At the end of the fight between the two, Luo Yuantong had already frowned and stared at the gate of the mansion and said in a deep voice: "Today's Jinpen washing hands meeting, the rules of the world are not to use force. Are you going to make the old man an enemy?"

"Old hero Luo, don't misunderstand, we have no intention of using force to violate the prohibition when we come here today, it's just that this hero made the first move..."

A rather slick voice came from behind the man in Chinese clothes, supported the staggering man in Chinese clothes and talked freely, and then a figure dressed as a warlock appeared, followed by two big and three rough Taoist boys.

"Nonsense, it's clear that your people used force first!"

Wu Zhuge Xu Tianhong couldn't help standing up, pointing at the warlock and saying.

"This statement is wrong. How can you say you have never practiced martial arts?"

But the magician calmly dodged his fingers, proudly stroked his beard and said lies with open eyes, "My family's son is obviously born with supernatural power."

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This heavy rain poured down, Xiaoxiao seemed to never stop, the cold water gradually rose and the alleys became quieter, a little caught off guard, but it seemed that even the bones were filled with rain, dangling under the itchy skin.

Most of the people in the city can't bear to be disturbed, and they can only hide under the eaves of an inch, looking up at the dark gray sky with melancholy.

The rainy road was slippery, and Wen Yuqin, who was closed to rest, naturally walked not fast, so he had time to pay attention to things.

Along the way, he saw a mansion full of people, and there was a roaring noise like a tsunami, and it seemed that there were musicians from a troupe, playing songs with very strange syllables and rhythms, mixed with the soaring excitement, presumably it was another group of people The warriors in the Jianghu drew their swords and smashed the pillars inside, without knowing what to say.

But the East Gate is still full of vehicles and boats, the Donghao is surging and the boats are rising, and the Quartet merchants are rushing around in the frost and rain. It is said that if they can't inquire all over the southeast, northwest, and cities in a day, they will never let go of the goods, and what's more, they will be stuck for more than a month. Ordering the whole family to tremble in the turbulent wind and rain, just to guard the goods on the vehicles and boats, this is the kind of ruthlessness.

The love affairs of the youth are always sad, and now in Guangzhou City, there are also lanterns all over the streets and the city, not to mention the skylight shining on the sable fur. It has created a romantic atmosphere in Guangzhou.

Recalling that in the past, Wuyang City, the hometown of Panyu, was proud of the heirloom of poetry and etiquette, but the hairpin tassels of the fourth generation were the most precious. Even the restaurants and restaurants were full of poetry and wine singing. Stopped and even Luoyang Zhigui.

At the beginning, Donggao was the place where Zhongming Dingshi was served, and the hometown of the Poetry Club was also here.At that time, people in the city, regardless of gender, always liked to decorate with flowers, and their hair was tied up in a cloud bun, and they must be decorated with frangipani flowers.

But in today's Guangzhou, the reckless men of the rivers and lakes dominate the city, and the scholars of literature in the alleys are struggling; Waiting for fame and fortune.

When you get old, your love will decrease, and you will be timid when you are not drinking.Wen Yuqin didn't know who to blame, maybe he could blame the past, but he became unconscious as he got older, he didn't know how to govern the world, and he couldn't manage the family. In his sleep, he always remembered the boy who was rushing for the exam together. Chun Shan suddenly scratched his head, but his hair was already gray.

Complaints are complaints after all, speaking out will only increase laughter.What's more, these grievances can only be said in front of old friends now, at least they won't be like the old wives at home, insisting on letting themselves take out the big house and green curtains that they boast about every day.

Where can I find this?I can't just say that I sold my head as soon as it was hot back then!

Thinking about it, only the ancestral house is still standing in the wind and rain, and the rich carriages and horses that have passed for decades are only the rims and horse bones buried in the wilderness?
All of a sudden, the pedestrians in the distance took the lead in panic, and the anxiety was instantly spread with the noise. I saw a group of men in brocade clothes galloping on angry horses, coming in the city under the banner of Pingnan Palace.

The horse's hooves kept running, and the water splashed when they stepped on it, and the whip was imminent any later, and pedestrians and traders always had to lie down in the piles because they couldn't dodge it.The commotion continued, but the team of people had left in an uproar without even paying attention.

The people in the alleys slowly poked their heads out, and became even more wistfully dazed, as if the wind and rain falling all over the sky were their sighs, so they didn't need to say another word all day long.

After a while of screaming, his blue cloth robe was torn with a tear, and half of his body was splashed with stagnant water. The gloomy water vapor penetrated his body along the cuffs, and the place where his ankle was bumped by the stone foundation was also a little numb. itch.The old man in blue got up from the pile, looking around in a daze.

"Hey, it's not decent..."

He staggered up from the stagnant water, hid under the eaves and checked that the bag in his sleeve was safe, and then sighed with relief, and limped towards the east.

A little stumble is not a hindrance, after all, today is the day of the poetry society meeting between him and his old friends, so we can't delay it.

He laughs at himself as a busy mouth all his life, but when he gets old, his career turns absurd.As he grows older, he feels more and more exhausted. Wen Yuqin now spends the rest of his time compiling and compiling private dictionaries, besides relying on the private school of elementary schools to earn a living. Jacket joke.

Old people are so forgetful, but only Long looked up and met with old friends on this day. He never delayed, and he was always the first person to arrive every time.

The things in the bag are Lu'an melon slices that he begged from his old wife before he went out. Although they are just some scraps sold in tea shops and not worth much, they are even cheaper than they were in the poetry society. Things, but now often wrapped in linen cloth and brewed in hot water, refreshing in cold winter and dispelling heat in hot summer, it tastes even more delicious.

Tea must be Liu'an cantaloupe slices, wine must be three spring bamboo leaves.

This green bamboo leaf wine is not rare at all, but it is an ancient recipe collected by Qing Zhuweng, a famous scholar in Taiyuan. First, he brewed rice wine and bamboo leaves together to obtain its muscle, and then sold Linfen fine wine as its bone. In addition to troubles, the old friend commented that it was quite old-fashioned at the beginning, so it is no wonder that the old master Qingzhu Weng held it and treasured it, and was willing to reveal it to others until he was drunk.

But today's wine is not easy to buy.

Shanxi Fen Liquor is still there, but I don’t know if it has been mixed with water or leaked. It always tastes a strange salty smell, which is the same as the salty wind on the beach. Therefore, at Wen Yuqin’s suggestion, it has already been replaced with Yulai. The house wine in the wine shop is ten cents a gourd.He claimed that this wine is slightly sour in the mouth and will not get drunk after a thousand cups. This is the authentic taste of Shaanxi. This is quite different from the opinions of ordinary people, and he is quite proud of himself.

Sighing that the old ones are old and the old ones are gone, whoever sleeps together will have afternoon tea.Tea and wine are no longer what they used to be. Although the old friend has never been picky, Wen Yuqin also knows that the bitterness and acidity of tea is not good for long-term taste, so he broke into a bakery in the heavy rain.

According to him, using mung beans as bait can soothe the heart and improve eyesight, and the poems to be recited at that time will be more elegant, so you might as well prepare more.

So Wen Yuqin entered the shop with a straight face, wrapped the overnight mung bean pastry, wrapped it in water-proof lotus leaves, carefully put it in his sleeves, and then walked towards the east gate half wading and half pacing.

The road got narrower and narrower, and there were fewer and fewer people. After leaving the east gate, the continuous houses of Guangzhou City finally disappeared, leaving only the towering green hills washed by the heavy rain—that is a place where pedestrians can easily walk. Gaofu, which can be seen from two or three miles away, has an elegant pavilion built on the mountain. As soon as it falls, it is the place where Wen Yuqin will recite poems with his old friends every year during this trip.

Wen Yuqin had just been knocked down by a man and a horse, and now he felt more and more pain in his ankle as he walked, so he could only pant heavily, watching the stone pavilion in the mountain continue to climb, with sweat dripping down the wrinkles on his forehead. Rolled to the ground and shattered.

In the wind and rain, he threw away the indestructible broken umbrella, pushed aside the weeds, and walked to the pavilion alone, only to find that there was a black-clothed scribe standing in it, facing the wind and rain of the city alone, silently speaking. Looking into the distance.

"Where do you come from? This pavilion is old and useful. I wonder if I can part with it?"

Wen Yuqin asked a little discouraged.

The scholar in black said with a Jiangnan accent: "The younger generation passed by Jiangmen, and suddenly encountered wind and rain and had nowhere to go. I'm afraid I will disappoint the old man."

"It's okay, the old friends haven't arrived yet."

Wen Yuqin was extremely exhausted, he could only look at the sky and the wind and rain, and talk in vain.

"Hey, I was supposed to shave my face yesterday, but it was forgotten by the heavy rain. It's really shameful."

Wen Yuqin sat down in the pavilion, still muttering, and hurriedly took advantage of the rain to comb Hua's hair. After tossing for a long time, he didn't know where to start. After all, the crown of hairpin tassels had long since disappeared, and he only touched a piece of bare scalp.

"shameful……"

(End of this chapter)