Thirty Questions about Feather's Nostalgia

The "Cicada's Wing Flying Slashing Method Cheats" that was originally handed over to Jia Minggong was written by him all the way.Yuren Feixie thought about it for a while and said, no wonder you handed over the cheats so easily back then. With the level of education of Jia Minggong and his son, it should take a lifetime to fully translate a book.

Shouluo looked at Yuren seriously and said: "Practicing calligraphy can improve your health and improve your wrist strength. I suggest you practice it frequently in the future. It will also be good for your sword use."

Yuren frowned: "Why do I feel that you are implying that my handwriting is ugly?"

"I didn't mean that, your handwriting is also very good." Shou Luo hurriedly shook her head in denial.

"But it's really not as good as me." He added.

Yuren Feixi was silent for a while, then nodded in agreement.

"Zhang Xu's "Stomach Pain Post" is repeated a hundred times a day."

"Huh?" Yuren Feixie suddenly had the urge to vomit blood.

Sorrow Luo Anchen looked at him with contempt: "The full text is only thirty characters in total."

Therefore, Yuren Feixie began a five-day calligraphy practice program in the only wish house.

Shouluo Anchen enthusiastically bought a large amount of rice paper, pens and ink for him, and said: "This kind of thing is the same as your practice of knives. You must persevere. When you return to Luoxia Gudeng, you must also remember to practice calligraphy every day. You take these back."

"Hands are so sore." Yuren Feixie was copying No. 30 and nine sheets at that time, his brows were deeply wrinkled into a "Chuan", and he couldn't help complaining to Sorrow and Darkness.

"I'll get used to it after a while." Sorrowful Anchen said.

Yuren turned back and continued writing.

In the end, he escaped when he wrote No.70 eight.

Sorrowful Anchen looked at his swaying back and shook his head and sighed: "This trick again?"

At night, Yuren Feixie came back again, holding his erhu in his arms, with a gloomy expression on his face.

Take a closer look, there is only one string left in that erhu!

At that time, Shouluo Anchen was sitting firmly in front of the desk, holding a few white feathers in his hand, not knowing what he was doing.

"Why did your friend come back again?" Shouluo tilted her head to look at him, and asked slowly.

Just pretend!

Yuren walked over generously and put his erhu on the table: "The other string, come back up!"

Sorrowful Anchen stretched out his middle finger and tapped the pile of papers next to him: "There are 22 more."

"I'll finish."

"Yuren Feixie, don't keep trying to run away, or I'll use the feather that fell on my only wish to duster next time!"

"Isn't it more suitable for you to wear a duster?"

"Ok?"

"Cicada with a pile of chicken feathers on his sleeve, a killer with a feather duster!"

"...The string is still with me, are you sure you want to say that?"

"It's not up to you."

"Isn't it just for you to practice calligraphy, how can it be so difficult. It's the same for you to learn swords from your master?"

"It's because of my master that I am like this!"

"...Famous teachers produce great disciples!" Sorrow Luo Anchen sighed.

In the end, Yuren Feixie stayed behind to finish writing the rest of the words, while Shouluo Anchen hugged the erhu and slowly tuned it.

When he was practicing calligraphy, Yuren took a sneak peek at him, and felt that such a peaceful time was not bad, so he should just bear with the soreness of his hands.

Five days passed, and Yuren tried to practice the sword in the only willing house, and found that he was more comfortable with the sword.

"It's getting stronger and stronger." Shouluo Anchen stood beside him and nodded.

"Wings of Cicada want to compete?" Yuren Feixie was very excited at the moment.

"No, I'm not your opponent anyway, go find someone else!" The other party had no intention of making a move at all.

"Sorrowful dark dust, thank you!"

"No need! You are a magic sword in the martial arts. The stronger you are, the more responsibilities you have to take on." Sorrow frowned, "I just hope that you have a better chance of winning against the enemy, so that I can feel at ease."

Yuren was a little moved.

"If I become more and more powerful because of this, you won't be able to threaten me in the future."

"When did I threaten you? Besides, you haven't seen all the methods of Sorrow and Dark Chen!"

When he left the only willing house with the Four Treasures of the Study, he looked back at the maple forest around him and made up his mind that since he decided to take on those responsibilities, since he had a knife in his hand, Yuren Feixie would definitely do his best.

only……

"I thought that the more powerful I was, the more I would be able to make the only one wish to stay clean." Yu Ren Feixie tightly grasped the yellowed "Stomach Pain Poster" on the table.

"But in Yundu Mountain, I still failed to protect you..."

星空

I used to look up at different people in different nights, when they were young.

"In the Pit of Sin, I stayed at the master's house when I practiced swords late. There was a hole in the roof. At night, the wind blows in and I can see the stars." Yuren said while drinking.

"In Youyan Zhengfu, when I was tired from training at night, I would lean against the tree and stare at the stars in a daze." Shou Luo said while pinching the wine pot in her hand.

Most of their childhoods are unbearable in the eyes of others, but they have always been honest with each other.Especially after drinking, the repressed emotions often need to be vented, and those buried secrets are easily revealed.

The only wish is that one night, the feathered man played the piano on the roof, and the sorrowful fell in the courtyard chopping firewood.After that, they sat and drank together, watched the night fall outside, and went out to watch the stars.

Yuren walks a little wobbly, clearly he is still sober and does not look like he is drunk.After stepping out of the yard and walking a few steps forward, he leaned back and lay down on the lawn, lazily raised his head and closed his eyes, the jug of wine in his hand was not spilled at all.

Shou Luo followed behind, frowned and pulled him up, took off his cloak and spread it on the ground.

"It's very cold at night, and dew will condense on the grass, so be careful to catch a cold."

Yuren didn't thank him, just lay down on the bed, took a sip of wine, and closed his eyes.

"Didn't you want to watch the stars?" Shou Luo kicked him to the side and lay down herself.

Take the ground as a pillow, and open your eyes to see the sky.

Hearing the sound, Yuren slowly opened his eyelids, remembering the stars he saw in the Pit of Sin.

He poked the drinking buddy beside him with his elbow, and started talking slowly.

When I was a child, I beat and scolded my mother, bullied my children, and the only master who treated me well...

He kept talking and talking, but he didn't know what he was talking about, so he drank.

"Hey! Are you listening?"

Yuren looked at Shou Luo next to him, with his eyes closed as if he was asleep.Then he opened his eyes tiredly and looked at himself, and nodded seriously.

"Listening."

So Chou Luo also turned back to talk about her own affairs. Jia Minggong exchanged his life with Gui Liang Tianxia with a cheat book of "Five Disabilities". Afterwards, he became a killer and was hated by his comrades.

This is not a complaint, but a simple confession.However, they didn't make a sound to comfort each other, as if they were really that strong.

"When the sky is fine, you can see a lot of stars even when the solitary lantern is set." Yuren suddenly remembered.

"Let down the solitary lamp? That should be very beautiful." Shou Luo nodded with her eyes closed.

They took a sip of wine tacitly, and then looked at the starry sky and quieted down.

Even though the sky was dark and the lake in the distance was misty, the starry sky was clear.

Friends said that the galaxy is vast, and looking at it makes people open their minds.

Yuren doesn't think so.

He just felt so quiet, the starry sky was silent, the cold night was silent, this kind of silence made him feel a little at ease.

It seems to be quiet for a long time...

After Yuren finished drinking the wine in the jug, he finally felt the chill around him.

"Chouluo!" Yuren called him softly, intending to enter the house together.

However, there was no response.

did not hear?

He turned his head and saw the drinking buddy next to him with his head tilted to one side, his eyes closed, a slight snoring sound coming from his nose, and his brows were habitually frowned.This sleeping face actually looks a bit childish!

"This slob!" Yuren stood up and looked at him, shook his head and sighed, suddenly he didn't dare to move, and lay down quietly.

When Chou Luo was a killer in her early years, she developed a bad habit of disordered day and night work and rest, and she began to change slowly after she retired to the only place she wanted to give up.

When Yuren first came to only wish to give up, Chou Luo couldn't help complaining to him that Jun Lian had to make him go to bed early and get up early, feeling miserable.

Although the tone sounds aggrieved, the expression is full of satisfaction.

Yuren was secretly funny, so at night when Jun Lian was sleeping peacefully in the back room with his name, Yuren chatted with Shuluo who couldn't sleep in the outside room all night.

Also because he was a killer earlier, even if he fell asleep, Shuluo would be easily awakened, which made Yuren dare not move around after he fell asleep.Of course, it would be great if he could fall asleep before him.

I was thinking wildly in my mind how to bring someone into the house without waking up Chouluo, or just lie outside for a night, when a voice suddenly came through my ears.

"It's late, let's go in!" A sad voice said.

When did you wake up?

Yuren turned his head in surprise, and found that Shu Luo's eyes were indeed open, and his expression was normal.

"Aren't you asleep?"

"Where is it?"

Shou Luo has already stood up neatly and patted the dirt on her body.

The traits of a killer, sleeping and waking up at any time?

Yuren stood up helplessly, and picked up the sad cloak. The clothes were soaked in dew, cold to the touch, unbearably wet, and wrinkled.Just like his own clothes at the moment.

"The stars are good tonight." Yuren lay on the grass with his eyes closed, "If you're still here..."

needle

Those were stained with rust, and the needles were slightly bent, obviously abandoned for a long time.

It should be Jun Lian's old thing back then, but Chou Luo still kept the sewing basket.

The old man is dead, and the story will never be forgotten.

Earlier, the clusters of needles were as bright as new, and the delicate fingers nimbly passed through the balls of various colors to thread the needles.

"Engong's clothes are torn in a few places, let Jun Lian help you to sew them." The young woman in pink sat at the table and looked at him with a smile.

"Don't bother." He was a little embarrassed all of a sudden.

"Yuren, I'm sorry." A sad voice came from the inner room, as if holding back a laugh.

Then I hit when I was sad