Brilliant thorn

"It turns out that my little mute can talk."

The same words, like a powerful feathered arrow, pierced into Xiao Jue's heart through ten years of time.The tail feathers are especially trembling, which cannot be calmed down for a long time.

"Impossible," Xiao Jue was stunned, "You can't be him."

What he said was decisive, but he held the face under the mask and asked eagerly: "I heard that person called you the leader, what leader? Aren't you the famous Fu Shaoyu? What kind of leader can you be?"

As he spoke, he tore off the half of the silver face.

Although the light in the room was dim, it was enough for him to see the handsome face of Fengshen clearly.

Sword eyebrows and star eyes, it's his Fu Shaoyu, that's right.

Xiao Jue suddenly straightened his upper body, put his arms around the man's neck and kissed him fiercely. Afraid that this was a dream, he kissed extremely hard, even viciously.

Xiao Jue only let go of his mouth when he tasted the astringent taste on the tip of his tongue.

The moment the world was spinning, the man forcefully pushed him back on the couch, with a low smile: "The puppy has a temper, and his teeth are sharp, even his memory has been eaten by the dog."

"Quickly answer, what is the leader? Why are you wearing this mask all of a sudden?"

Xiao Jue tugged at his hair, his hands twitched so hard that Fu Shaoyu's scalp ached.

"Let's get to know each other again," Fu Shaoyu tilted his head and bit his wrist bone, and said slowly, "I'm Fu Shaoyu, a wanderer, the seventh person on the Qingyun list, the leader of the Chiyue Sect, and your sweetheart."

Xiao Jue's heart trembled: "Chiyue... Demon Cult?"

Fu Shaoyu raised his eyebrows and jokingly said: "We are a serious sect with a history of a hundred years. I don't know who gave this nickname many years ago, and it spread in the Central Plains martial arts."

"Impossible..." Xiao Jue still refused to believe this fact, and murmured: "The leader of the Demon Cult has a high status, how could he go to the Immortal Pavilion alone at risk?"

The person ten years ago couldn't be him.

Fu Shaoyu picked up the mask that was torn off, shook it in front of his eyes, and sighed: "It's been ten years, it's normal for you not to recognize my eyebrows and eyes, but you will never forget it? As for me Why did you go to the Immortal Pavilion, this matter is still caused by Feng Yan."

"Feng Yan?"

"Didn't I mention it to you? There was a period of time when the maidservants around me were poisoned one after another, and even Jueying was almost plotted." Fu Shaoyu said, "Because Feng Yan did such evil things, I was angry and depressed , After all, I once sincerely regarded him as a friend. I was 16 years old that year, and I was bored in teaching all day long, so I took the opportunity to sneak out to relax."

Taxian Pavilion originally came from the Chiyue Demon Sect. Because Chiyue Sect has kept a low profile for decades and almost faded out of the world, Taxian Pavilion gradually broke away from its control, moved to central Sichuan, and set up camp in Buzhi Peak to establish its own sect.

The Chiyue Sect turned a blind eye to this defection, and only sent two special envoys to Taxian Pavilion for half a month every year to "connect with each other". Cui Yushu would also pay some symbolic treasures and jade articles to maintain the surface peace.

That year, Fu Shaoyu was young and vigorous, and acted in high spirits. He knocked Cen Buyu unconscious and threw him into the firewood room. In his place, he went to Taxian Pavilion with Chufeng as a special envoy.

Before leaving, he even stole Cen Buyu's mask.

"Brother Cen has so many masks, why did the young master choose the ugliest one?" Chu Feng sat cross-legged on the horse with a look of disgust.

"What do you know?" Fu Shaoyu threw an apricot core on him, "This one is breathable and cool."

It was midsummer and the sun was scorching. If he wanted to wear that kind of full-face mask, his face would have to be covered to death.

"Then you have to put on your hood." Chu Feng smiled, a little gloating, "We will live in Taxian Pavilion for more than half a month, and the young master can't take off the mask to let others see your face. If you get a bad face in the sun these days, and grandpa sees you when you go home, I'm afraid the old man's beard will be crooked!"

Fu Shaoyu sneered, and heard Chu Feng ask again: "Speaking of which, why did Grandpa refuse to let the young master go out of the mountain for a long time? A good man has ambitions everywhere, how boring is it to stay in the mountains all day?"

Fu Shaoyu's eyes darkened, and he lost an apricot core: "Why are you talking so much nonsense? Am I not out of the mountain now?"

Chufeng folded his arms, and the old god was there: "Well, it came out, sneaked out."

Fu Shaoyu made a gesture to throw him away again, Chufeng put down his legs and galloped on the horse, leaving behind a series of bold laughter and ten feet of smoke.Fu Shaoyu raised his whip to catch up, and the bad mood that had been pent up for many days was blown away by the wind.

After entering Taxian Pavilion and seeing Tang Yun, Fu Shaoyu's mood improved a lot.

Tang Yun left Saibei three months ago, pretending to be a desperate little thief, successfully sneaked into Taxian Pavilion and became a would-be killer.

They were about the same age, and they had grown up together since childhood. They hadn't seen each other for three months. Fu Shaoyu was always worried about his condition. Now that he was safe and sound, he was naturally happy.

But on the surface, you have to pretend to be a stranger, and no matter how much you have to say, you can only say it secretly.

On the night of settling down, the two young special envoys couldn't hold back their temper and slipped into Tang Yun's room.

"Not bad, little Tang Tang, you are very respected here, the room is more spacious than when you were at home," Chufeng thumped Tang Yun's shoulder, threw himself on the bed and rolled around, pretending to be old-fashioned and taught , "Don't be too happy to miss Shu, forget the fundamentals."

Tang Yun kicked him: "Get up, it's not dirty!" He poured a glass of water for Fu Shaoyu, and said, "I don't live alone, young master, after drinking the water, quickly lead the lunatic let's go."

"You live with someone else?" Chufeng jumped up from the bed immediately, "Male or female?"

Tang Yun gave him a gouged look: "After you went up the mountain, don't talk about girls, have you seen the mother cat?" He changed the subject and said, "But that person's face is white and clean, and he looks better than many little girls."

"Hey," Chu Feng rolled his eyes and whistled, "Isn't Jue Ying very dangerous?"

Tang Yun became irritable when she heard the name, grabbed the teacup from Fu Shaoyu's hand, and threw it at Chufeng involuntarily: "Try mentioning him again!"

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?" Chufeng quickly hid aside, "If you don't mention it, don't mention it. If you don't mention it, will it blow up? Be careful."

Fu Shaoyu curled up his empty palms, and warned softly: "You two, keep your voice down, and attract the attention of others, and everyone will die."

Tang Jun waved his fist at Chufeng, then turned his eyes away and said to Fu Shaoyu, "Young Master, I'll pour you another glass of water."

"No need," Fu Shaoyu said, "If you are not used to being here, you can go back to Saibei with us. As for the errand of stepping on the fairy pavilion, just find someone reliable."

Tang Yun lowered her eyelashes, stared at the jade ring on her waist, and said stubbornly: "No, no one is more suitable for this job than me. I'll just stay here and not go anywhere."

Fu Shaoyu sighed, and was about to persuade him a few more words, when his ears moved suddenly, and there were footsteps outside the door.

Tang Yun quickly set up the window and urged softly: "Jump out of the window, hurry up!"

Chufeng jumped out of the dragon gate first, and Fu Shaoyu followed closely. The two walked a little farther on tiptoe, and then returned to their normal appearance. They pretended to be together to enjoy the moon, and walked side by side as if nothing had happened.

"My lord," Chu Feng pouted his chin and looked towards the door of Tang Yun's house, "Look, look, that should be Jueying's future rival."

Fu Shaoyu followed his gaze, and saw a tall and thin figure entered the room, and when he turned around to close the door, a ray of candlelight illuminated the man's face seven points clearly.

As Tang Yun said, she is pure and white.

"Did you see it? It seems quite handsome, but Jue Ying is useless now." Chu Feng smiled meanly, "Xiao Tang Tang may have to share the bed with this man for several years, the so-called proximity to the water is the first thing to do." , in case these two people fall in love with each other for a long time..."

"Shut up, you're the one who talks too much." Fu Shaoyu pushed him back to the room, "Hurry up and go to sleep, I'm exhausted."

"Okay, okay, son, don't push me." Chufeng was heartless, and soon fell asleep, but Fu Shaoyu accepted the bed. This was the first time he left home to sleep in a strange place, and he couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning .

Hearing Chufeng's snoring one after another, he lost all sleepiness and simply put on his clothes and went out.

The special envoy has his own privileges. Except for the Que Ling Terrace where the pavilion owner is located, he is not allowed to approach the other places of the fairy pavilion without hindrance.

Fu Shaoyu swayed aimlessly, and jumped onto the roof when he was tired, lying on the blue tiles to watch the moon and listen to the wind.

When he was drowsy with his head propped on one hand, a very soft "squeak" came to his ears. He followed the sound and saw someone coming out of Tang Yun's room and walking towards the back mountain .

The moonlight dragged that figure very long, Fu Shaoyu thought, this man is too thin, can he really hold a sword and kill someone?

The drowsiness was interrupted, Fu Shaoyu simply got up and followed quietly.

After all, this person lives under the same roof as Tang Yun, so he can rest assured after finding out the details.

There was a large open space in the back mountain, which was rare to be flat and wide. Fu Shaoyu hid behind the bushes, watching the tall and thin man draw his sword out of its sheath, and thrust out two swords clumsily in the moonlight.

My limbs were stiff, and I didn't know where to put my hands and feet.

Fu Shaoyu couldn't hold back, he burst out laughing.

The man immediately turned to this side vigilantly, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, and the long sword gleaming coldly stood in front of him, like a helpless and vigilant child, holding a kitchen knife that didn't suit him for self-defense.

Proper layman.

Fu Shaoyu couldn't help wondering, was it impossible to step on the Immortal Pavilion?Cui Yushu actually found a kid who couldn't even hold a sword as his apprentice.

He hid in the bushes and remained motionless, quietly watching the man approaching step by step carefully holding the sword. The moon cast boundless brilliance behind the idiot, staining that fair face with a layer of brilliance.

When the two were still ten steps away, the man stopped and stared deeply at the lush bushes in front of him.

Fu Shaoyu subconsciously held his breath.

Not to mention, although this man is a bit stupid, he has a really handsome face, prettier than all the girls he has ever seen.

Jueying is indeed a bit dangerous.

While thinking wildly, a hare suddenly jumped out from his feet, ran across the open space, and got into the opposite woods.

Fu Shaoyu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the idiot, blinked his beautiful eyes twice, and walked back to the spot with the sword in his arms, fiddling with his limbs unskillfully, practicing every move and move over and over again.

Quite hard.

Fu Shaoyu wanted to leave at first, but he was afraid of making any noise and startling that idiot again, so he just stood there without moving.

Anyway, watching him practice sword is also very interesting, after watching him, he was fascinated unconsciously.

When the dawn was about to break and the idiot was about to walk back with the long sword in his arms, Fu Shaoyu realized that his legs were numb.

He rubbed his sore and swollen legs, went back to catch up on sleep, stayed at night, and quietly left the room again.

Sure enough, the idiot practiced sword again in the back mountain.

It seems to be a little more proficient than yesterday, but it is still very stiff.

On the third night, Fu Shaoyu couldn't stand it anymore, he pushed aside the bushes and went out, seeing the idiot pointed his sword at him vigilantly, he calmly raised his hands and said: "Don't get excited, I have no malicious intentions. "

When he took a step closer, the man took a step back, timidly, but with sharp defenses everywhere, like a timid hedgehog.

Fu Shaoyu thought it was funny, and deliberately forced the person back again and again.

When there was no way to retreat, the hedgehog stabbed his sword in his chest tremblingly, warning him not to go any further.

With a smirk, Fu Shaoyu clamped the tip of the dangling sword with his two fingers, exerted light force, and with the flick of his fingers, the inferior long sword broke into two pieces.

He suddenly stepped up to the man.

At that moment, he suddenly bumped into a pair of vigilant eyes, like jumping into the turbulent ocean under the amber moon.

Fu Shaoyu choked for breath: "Your eyes...uh..."

There was a stabbing pain in his chest, and he looked down, the half-cut sword pierced through his clothes and pierced into his flesh.

The wounder pushed him away in a panic, and ran into the bushes like a frightened rabbit.

Fu Shaoyu pulled out the broken sword, checked the wound, only a little bit of skin was broken, and not a few drops of blood flowed out. He rubbed his chest, looked up at the dark woods, and couldn't help shaking his head with a smile. shook his head.

He didn't say a word, and was stabbed with a sword, what's going on?

In the evening of the next day, Fu Shaoyu went to the back mountain as usual, but he waited for a long time but did not see anyone, he walked back suspiciously, unexpectedly bumped into that person.

The man obviously didn't expect to meet him again, and ran away as if he had seen a ghost.

Fu Shaoyu started his lightness kung fu and blocked his way in the blink of an eye.

"Why are you running? I'm really not a bad person. I just want to explain a thing or two to you after seeing you practice sword hard and get no tricks."

Seeing that the other party didn't believe it, he showed his token: "Did you see it? This is the Holy Moon Order. Cui Yushu will kneel and kowtow when he sees it."

Seeing that he had no intention of running away, Fu Shaoyu raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction and asked, "What's your name?"

first name.

The boy lowered his head and bit his lips without speaking. He didn't have a name.

Fu Shaoyu only thought that he was on guard and didn't force it. Instead, he showed his saber and passed the hilt over with his backhand.

"Take it."

The other party remained motionless, Fu Shaoyu sighed, walked around behind the young man, involuntarily stuffed the sword into that warm hand, and then held his wrist upwards.

"Sword, dance like this."

Before the words were finished, the sword move was made, the elbow was bent, the shoulders were drawn back, the young man passively followed the person behind him and swung the sword to stab, stepping on the opponent's boots several times.

He pursed his lips and concentrated on practicing his sword. After finishing a set of sword skills, he ran away without saying a word.

Just before running into the bushes, he looked back at Fu Shaoyu.

Fu Shaoyu felt that this little idiot was a little cute.

For three days in a row, they seemed to have reached a tacit understanding, and every midnight they would appear in the open space behind the mountain to practice swords together.

The little idiot is actually very savvy, and under the guidance of Fu Shaoyu, he quickly mastered a set of swordsmanship.

After performing a set of sword skills alone, he took the initiative to stand in front of Fu Shaoyu, and handed him the sword and hand, his eyes sparkling.

"Want me to teach you something else?"

The pretty boy nodded.

"Okay, tell me your name first." Fu Shaoyu said.

The boy showed that depressed, wronged and solemn expression again.

Fu Shaoyu sighed and said, "We've known each other for so long, but you didn't tell me my name, and you didn't say a word. Aren't you bored?"

The boy shook his head, but remained silent.

Fu Shaoyu suddenly laughed: "If you don't speak again, I'll call you dumb."

The man looked up.

Ever since Fu Shaoyu saw his eyes that night, his left eye was covered by a cloth strip.Fu Shaoyu wanted to take it off for him several times, but he refused.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Fu Shaoyu walked around him twice, stopped behind him suddenly, put his chin on the young man's left shoulder, almost bit his ear and said with a smile: "If you don't resist, Then I really yelled, little, dumb, ba."

The scorching breath sprayed on the sensitive earlobe, the young man flinched and wanted to hide, but Fu Shaoyu had a bad idea, grabbed the knot at the back of his head with one hand, hooked it lightly, and the cloth strip over his left eye came loose, disturbing him. out of sight.

The young man staggered and fell to the side, Fu Shaoyu quickly pulled him into his arms with sharp eyesight.

"Don't move," Fu Shaoyu hugged his slender waist and praised, "Your eyes are so beautiful."

The young man lowered his eyelashes in a panic, and after a while, he murmured, "It's not pretty."

Fu Shaoyu was startled, he let go of his hands and held up his fair face with a smile, jokingly said: "So my little mute can talk."