Brilliant thorn

The young man slapped the two mischievous hands away, his cheeks burning hot.

Because he has no name and surname, many people will give him nicknames, such as "one-eyed dragon" and "blue-eyed monster", mostly with strong irony and ridicule.The most moderate address is "that who", and there is a sense of indifference in the ears.

Today, this person called him "Little Dumb" on a whim, and obviously he also planned to play tricks, but these three words came out of that mouth without any offensiveness, but rather like a nickname.

He bit his lip and did not refute Fu Shaoyu calling him that.

He knows good and bad.

"Stop talking again?" Fu Shaoyu lowered his head and leaned towards him, seeing his eye circles were red, he said amusedly, "You won't cry, will you?"

The little mute shook his head, and passed the sword forward again: "Continue."

Fu Shaoyu took a step sideways, and from another angle, he saw the bloodshot eyes under the clear moonlight, which was scary and pitiful.

He took the sword, inserted it back into the sheath, opened his mouth wide and let out a big yawn.

"I won't play with you anymore. I'm almost sleepy after staying up late for several days. You should go back to rest earlier."

A trace of disappointment flashed across the young man's face, but he was too embarrassed to pester Fu Shaoyu, so he could only obediently walk back with him.

Fu Shaoyu clasped his hands on the back of his head, strolling in the wilderness at night, glanced at the drooping head beside him from the corner of his eyes, couldn't hold it back, and stretched out his hand to rub it.

"Learning martial arts is not accomplished overnight, continue tomorrow."

The little head swished up, and looked over with bright eyes.

The palm was rubbed by his slightly rough hair, and it was a little itchy, Fu Shaoyu withdrew his hand and continued to walk lazily.He joked: "I didn't expect you to be a martial arts idiot. I should take you back to my grandfather. His old man likes to watch the juniors practice martial arts the most."

The little mute was startled for a moment, and extracted a key message from his words: "You want to go?"

"Ok?"

Fu Shaoyu didn't realize it at first, but he quickly figured it out. The little mute was assigned to live with Tang Yun, and he could only show his fists and legs. He must have just arrived at Taxian Pavilion not long ago. I don't know that he just came to live in the mountains for half a month. envoy of the month.

It is estimated that he regards himself as a fellow apprentice.

Fu Shaoyu teased him and said: "If I don't leave, do I want to stay and ask you to learn all my unique skills? How can there be such a cheap thing in the world?"

The little mute lowered his head again, no matter how much Fu Shaoyu struck up a conversation with him, he refused to say a word.

Before parting, he stood under the eaves and glanced back at Fu Shaoyu, looking at each other, an inexplicable emotion swayed on that fair face.

Seeing that Fu Shaoyu's palms began to itch again.

He turned around and went back to his room, only to hear a low-pitched moan from the opposite bed: "Brother Qing, why don't you... I'm so afraid of the slaves in the middle of the night..."

Fu Shaoyu twitched his brows, picked up the boots he had just taken off and threw them to the opposite side.

Chufeng said "Ouch", pulled the quilt up to cover his head, laughed a few times, and fell asleep again.

"Pig." Fu Shaoyu cursed secretly, lying on the bed with all his clothes on, with his head resting on his hands and staring at the roof in a daze.

After a long time, muffled thunder rolled from the sky, and Chufeng's snoring sounded in his ears one after another, and he gradually fell asleep.

When I woke up the next day, it was windy and windy outside, and the sky was groggy like night.

Fu Shaoyu sat up abruptly and asked, "What time is it?"

"Sishi," Chufeng sat at the table with his legs crossed and fiddled with teacups, and asked with a smile, "what do you think about Shishi? Do you have an appointment?"

Fu Shaoyu lay back down again, closed his eyes and said, "No."

"Your Excellency, do you really think I'm a pig?" Chu Feng walked over to the bedside, and poked Fu Shaoyu's shoulder with great interest, "Tell me, who did you sneak out for so many nights?"

Fu Shaoyu quietly opened his eyes and looked at him without saying a word.

Chu Feng laughed and said, "Don't be shy, it's human nature at this age."

"Can't I go to inquire about the news?" Fu Shaoyu asked without answering.

"If you're going to do business, why don't you take me with you?" Chufeng blinked, and smiled even more wickedly, "What's more, every time the young master goes out, he is smelled of flowers when he comes back." He moved closer, raised his eyebrows and continued to encourage, "Let's talk about it, who is the beauty who makes my young master's heart spring up and makes me want to have a tryst every night?"

Fu Shaoyu heard him talk more and more irrelevant, and kicked the person away: "There are only a few ordinary maids in the whole mountain, where did the beauties come from?"

"There isn't one on the mountain, but there might be one on the bottom of the mountain." Chufeng said with a smile, "My lord will spend the whole night in one slip, and if you take the time to go back and forth, you can spare almost an hour and a half. It's enough to have a tryst with a beauty. But I have to remind you..."

He leaned over mysteriously, ignored Fu Shaoyu's disgusted expression, covered his lips with his hands and whispered in his ear, "It's understandable for me to want to play and sing every day, but I have to know how to control myself," he solemnly clapped Patted Fu Shaoyu on the shoulder, "The future will last forever."

Fu Shaoyu's ears turned red, and he pushed the person away angrily: "You are dirty! It has nothing to do with what you think..."

"My lord, you don't need to explain, I understand, I understand." Chufeng smiled with joy, young man, who first met Fengyue, was ashamed to speak, and was very innocent.

"What do you know!" Fu Shaoyu hit him with a pillow, "I don't think I can sleep in bed, I just go out to relax, do you think everyone is as flirtatious as you?"

Seeing that he was about to get annoyed, Chufeng put away his jokes, hid himself from the pillow and sat at the table again, playing with his teacup.

At night, the wind and rain had not yet stopped, and Chufeng lay on the bed shaking his legs bored.

"I heard that there is a lot of rain in Sichuan, but it hasn't cleared up for several days. I don't know when this rain will last."

Fu Shaoyu pushed the window open a gap, the slanting wind and cold rain hit his face, it only took a moment to wet his clothes, he frowned and closed the window again.

Chufeng was still talking to himself: "It would be a pity if the entry competition was delayed. I really want to see Xiao Tangtang's demeanor winning the first place."

Only then did Fu Shaoyu look at him and asked, "What competition?"

"I knew you didn't listen to me just now," Chufeng said. "The surname Cui has collected a group of half-grown children in the past few months. They are all lonely and hopeless wretches. With a backing, food and shelter, and the ability to practice martial arts, how can there be such a good thing in the world?"

Fu Shaoyu frowned and said, "Get to the point."

"The important point is that they will be dragged to kill each other after practicing martial arts for a hundred days. Those who can survive naturally have some talents. These talents have the opportunity to be cultivated by the surname Cui."

Fu Shaoyu frowned even tighter.

Chu Feng thought he was worried about Tang Yun, and comforted him, "Don't worry, those novices who only know how to flamboyantly embroider their legs can't match Xiao Tang Tang's one finger."

Fu Shaoyu asked: "Is this the tradition of Taxian Pavilion?"

Chu Feng nodded.

Fu Shaoyu asked again: "How many will be left in the end?"

"Ah, I'm not too sure about this," Chufeng thought for a while, "There must be ten."

A bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, and thunder rumbled across his head. Chufeng changed his posture to chat with Fu Shaoyu to relieve his boredom. He talked dryly for a long time, but when he got up to drink tea, Fu Shaoyu held down his hand.

Chufeng wondered: "What's wrong?"

Fu Shaoyu said: "You can't fall asleep after drinking tea at night, please bear with it."

Chu Feng: "..."

This night Chufeng was very excited even without tea. The person who was about to go to bed at Xushi on weekdays dragged Fu Shaoyu to talk about his romantic affairs for an hour.

Fu Shaoyu's left ear went in and out of his right ear, his thoughts had already drifted into the wind and rain.

With such a heavy rain, the little mute probably wouldn't go to the back mountain.

He lay on the bed tossing and turning, and when Chufeng's snoring became regular, he picked up the half silver mask, opened the umbrella and went out.

Bean-sized raindrops crackled on the umbrella surface, and poured down along the eaves, forming small streams of water in front of Fu Shaoyu's eyes.

The road to the back mountain was extremely muddy, Fu Shaoyu walked with a shallow foot, a little regretful.

He has only known the little mute for a few days, and he doesn't even know the name of the other party, so there is no need to come to the appointment in the rain.What's more, the weather is so bad, the little mute may be sleeping soundly in his room.

At least before you come, you should go to Tang Yun's room to see if anyone is there.

It's really out of place to act impulsively for a stranger.

But when he thought of last night's parting, when the little mute looked back in the corridor, the itching in his palm came up again, and Fu Shaoyu quickened his pace.

Xu Shi walked eagerly, but when he arrived at the open space and saw the tall and thin figure practicing sword in the rain, Fu Shaoyu's chest thumped too fast, and it took a long time for him to settle down.

"Little dumb."

The sound of the rain overshadowed his low calls, and the frail young man had no energy to get close to him, so he didn't notice his arrival at all.

Fu Shaoyu held the umbrella tightly, raised his voice and called him again: "Little dumb!"

The figure in the rain froze for a moment, then turned his head and looked in this direction.

It was clear that the sky was raining and the mountains were full of mist, and it was difficult to distinguish five fingers in the night, but Fu Shaoyu just felt that the little mute smiled at him.

He waved and shouted, "Come here."

The tall and thin boy held a beautiful sword flower and trotted towards him with his sword in hand.

This move of closing the sword was taught to him by Fu Shaoyu yesterday, he did not expect to learn it so quickly.The water droplets hit the blade and burst, and the sword flower was beautifully twisted.

Fu Shaoyu was a little relieved, he suddenly felt the mood of his grandfather teaching him martial arts.

Although his student is definitely not as well-behaved and cute as the little mute.

The little mute ran over and stared at him with bright eyes. Fu Shaoyu dragged the drenched man under the umbrella and said, "Are you stupid? It's raining so hard, and you still have to come here to practice swords!" .You can’t die if you miss a day of practice.”

After finishing speaking, he thought of that cruel so-called "tradition" again, and felt a little inexplicably heavy.

As far as the little dumb is concerned, if he misses a day of practice, he may really die.

The little mute wiped off the rain on his face, handed the sword to Fu Shaoyu, and looked at him expectantly.

Fu Shaoyu looked at him in a mess, with a timid smile in the beautiful different pupils under the disheveled hair, and sighed: "There is no apprentice like you."

Beautiful, fragile, persistent, stubborn, and crazy.

But the little mute thought of what he said last night.

——If I don't leave, do I want to stay and ask you to learn all my unique skills?How can there be such a cheap thing in the world?

He bit his lip, as if he had made up his mind, suddenly knelt down on one knee, and hugged one of Fu Shaoyu's thighs with his two thin arms.

He raised his slender and fragile neck, looking up at the half masked person under the umbrella.

This is his lifeline.

"Please, teach me."

Fu Shaoyu's breathing stopped suddenly, and the thing under his chest suddenly lost control and jumped up crazily.