Travel thousands of miles in my life

pines and cypresses

In the small censer on the table, the fine goose pear steamed agarwood has been burned out, leaving only a furnace of ashes and a tip with red stars still shining. The warm air still has a light fragrance.

The young man in a robe slowly got up, got off the bed and opened the door.

The cool wind swirls in, and then comes out with an ambiguous air as if fleeing.The young man shook the drop of water that fell on the tip of his nose, and wrapped himself in his robe.

In the early morning, after the rain, there was no cloud in the vast sky. Wen Shuqiu stood at the door stepping on wooden clogs. He smelled the fresh rain in the air. It seemed as if the troubled thoughts of last night had been washed away by the rain. Like.

The sunlight reflected on the young man's face, gradually outlining the outline of his face, the lines were extremely clear and meaningful.

It was such a picture that was imprinted in the eyes of the man behind him.Yan Wuyi just woke up, still a little dazed.At this time, he was sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze, propping his chin and looking at the young man.He raised his hand, trying to block the dazzling light source, and his five fingers cast shadows on his face.The young man turned around and was amused by the man's childishness when he saw him acting like this.

"Why do you wake up so early?" Wen Shuqiunahan said, didn't they always stay awake until the sun was up in the past.

"I can't sleep anymore." Yan Wuwu shook his head and became much more awake, "I woke up just now."

"As you get older, you feel less. This is normal." Wen Shuqiu said with a smile.

"I'm still old? I'm at the right age!" Yan Wuwu said helplessly: "It's rare to get up so early, why don't you practice your skills later? I only looked at the general idea before, this time I will try something else."

"Are you talking about sparring?" Wen Shuqiu was a little hesitant. After thinking about it carefully, he asked cautiously, "Are you using weapons?"

Yan Wuwu was wiping his face with water, when he heard this he raised his head in surprise, and said in disbelief, "Have you never competed with others before?"

Martial arts have always been used to make friends in Jianghu, and there is no need to go to war simply to exchange martial arts experience.

It's just...Looking into Wen Shuqiu's eyes, Yan Wuwu was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, lowered his head and continued to wash his face.

He seemed to understand a little bit, Yan Wuxin suppressed the conversation, smiled, lowered his head and continued to wash his face.

Neither of them mentioned the conversation last night, as if they had forgotten everything before.

Seeing his normal expression, Wen Shuqiu breathed a sigh of relief, hesitated for a long time before softly saying: "Okay."

But what is the reality, but people feel at ease.

Yan Wuyi quickly tidied up. He is an old man, so he just washed his face and rinsed his mouth with green salt.

"Let's go!" Rolling up his sleeves, he planned to drag someone into the courtyard.

"Wait a minute." Wen Shuqiu pulled him over with rare force, put some grease on the man's face, and then pushed it away vigorously, "Put this on."

"Hiss, take it easy, take it easy!" Yan Wuxin grinned as he rubbed her teeth, and kept dodging.

"Washing your face with cold water all day long makes it chapped." Wen Shuqiu held a small porcelain box in his hand, which contained a fragrant ointment, he stuffed the box into Yan Wuyi's hand, and told him, "Apply it every day. "

"Don't want it? This looks good..." Ladies, Yan Wuwu consciously omitted the rest of the words, obediently took them and put them away, and said with determination like a strong man cut off his wrist: "Okay, I'll wipe it off."

"It's good for you. It's not rouge and gouache. Is it so difficult?" Wen Shuqiu was funny and helpless when he saw his dislike and dared not say it clearly.

After Yan Wuwu finished wiping, he raised his eyes and found that the young man had rolled up his wide cuffs, and his hair, which was usually half loose, was all tied up high, so that the vigorous attire made him less bookish and more human It also looks a few years younger.

"Hey, you look like you haven't reached the top yet." Yan Wuwu squeezed Wen Shuqiu's shoulder, "Why are you so thin?"

"Actually, it's quite strong." Wen Shuqiu laughed, he combed all the broken hair from his temples, his face was a little soft, which made him look so small.

"Let's go, let's practice!" Yan Wuxin got up and pulled him to the small courtyard in front of the door. It was not yet the time of day, and the guests had not yet got up, so the surrounding area was very deserted.

Wen Shuqiu was staggered by him, and said helplessly, "Is your injury okay?"

"It's really important to hold on any longer." Yan Wuxin shook his right hand at him, where there was a scar that had just scabbed over.

The flowers and plants in the courtyard are still covered with dew, and the sky is a mixture of fish belly white and morning blue light, which is extremely refreshing.

The surrounding wind stopped, and even the leaves stopped their long-lasting swing, and everything returned to silence.

Wen Shuqiu laughed, and gestured please to the man over there.

The standing posture of the two seemed to be extremely casual, and they didn't make any gestures, but their momentum was astonishing.

The smile on the corner of Yan Wuwu's mouth subsided at some point, he looked at the young man in front of him seriously, and was lost in thought for a moment.

The young man's eyes are undoubtedly the most brilliant part of the whole face, the pupils are shining like black pearls sunken in mercury, the bridge of his nose is straight, neither high nor low, and his face is soft, not like his own The lines are sharp and aggressive.

His trance was only for a moment, and the next moment he heard almost undetectable footsteps, the young man on the opposite side has seized the opportunity to attack!

"Good boy!" Yan Wuwu laughed and dodged to avoid the sharp move. He turned around and slapped the young man intently.

Of course Wen Shuqiu wouldn't take the palm abruptly, as if he had eyes in the back of his heart, he avoided it with a twist of his waist, and counterattacked back with the undissipated internal force of Yan Wuwu's palm. Secretly frightened, Yan Wuwu's internal strength was too high, and his moves seemed random, but in fact he didn't dare to exaggerate and force any move.

The two people's clothes fluttered and brought up the wind, and the fallen leaves around them floated further away.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, blowing some petals.

While the moves were intertwined, Yan Wuwu suddenly realized that something was wrong. Why did the young man become more and more crazy?If it was said that the two of them were just exchanging moves and feeding each other moves, then now it is Wen Shuqiu who is attacking unilaterally.

Yan Wuxin didn't want him to get hurt, so he could only seal his way with his hands.

Moreover, Wen Shuqiu's moves were also a little strange, as if he didn't know how to defend at all, and could only attack blindly.Yan Wuxin looked at the plain white face looking at Wen Shuqiu distractedly, only to see that pair of gentle eyes, but now they were as cold as swords.

"Shu Qiu?" He frowned and called out during the fight.

There was no one answering, and there was only the rustling of the wind around him. Yan Wuwu took a closer look and was taken aback. He saw the young man pursed his lips tightly, his eyes were bloodshot, the veins on his neck were bulging, and his expression was a little painful and tangled.

"Hiss!" Yan Wuxin was distracted, forgetting that the wound on his right hand was not fully healed, so he rushed to pick it up with his bare hands. The young man's internal force just hit the wound, and his face turned pale from the pain.

This muffled snort seemed to be a slap in the face, pulling the young man who was still in the nightmare out.

"No intention!" Wen Shuqiu glanced at his hand in disbelief, quickly withdrew his internal strength, and took the man's hand.

The wound opened again, and some blood oozes out.

"You, what are you..." Wen Shuqiu was so anxious that he was at a loss, took out a clean white handkerchief from his arms and wrapped it around him, and hurriedly dragged the man to apply the medicine.

The candlestick on the table had been burning all night, and now there was only a small flame left.After opening the windows in the room to ventilate, the ambiguity in the morning disappeared.Wen Shuqiu lowered his eyes, found a small bag from the drawer, and applied the medicine on him.

Yan Wuwu was also very helpless. Although he was in a cold sweat from the pain, he still said firmly, "Don't you cry?"

Wen Shuqiu didn't speak, but just raised his head and glanced at Yan Wuyi.

"Qiu, I found your martial arts are a bit strange." Yan Wuwu followed the young man like a tail, and he followed the young man to fetch water and wash his hands, and kept muttering: "It's not the same as usual. "

Still being discovered, Wen Shuqiu said helplessly, "Yes, I didn't learn serious martial arts."

"If I'm not wrong, it should be taught for some secret activities." Yan Wuxin stepped forward and leaned intimately on the young man's neck.

Recently, he has become more and more unable to control his movements, and he always unconsciously rubs up against Qiuqiu's shoulders.While Yan Wuwu reflected, he sniffed the fragrance of the young man's hair vigorously.

"Did you scare you just now?" Wen Shuqiu was tickled by the man's warm breath, tilted his neck, and said apologetically, "I've never sparred before, and I don't know how to do it..."

Yan Wuxin heard the words, and suddenly had some thoughts, his mind turned in a circle, and he asked: "Could it be that you will kill people as soon as you make a move?"

"Not all, but it won't be easy anyway." Wen Shuqiu washed his hands over and over again, his fair skin had already been vigorously rubbed with red marks, which were extremely glaring.

"What is this for?" Yan Wu didn't comment, and quickly took out the small bottle just now, dug out a big lump of grease, and applied it to the young man's hands.Recklessly, and clumsily as he could, the big lump almost emptied the vial.

"Dirty." The young man said with a pale face.

Yan Wuxin shook his head, carefully spread the grease evenly, melted the paste in his warm palm, and dripped onto the ground along his palm.Yan Wuwu's palms are very broad and thick, with rough calluses all over the palms, while the young man's hands are white and slender.Yan Wuxin looked at those hands, thinking for no reason that he had to be more careful, otherwise it would hurt his mind.

Yan Wuxin thought this way, and did so, and the movements of his hands became softer and gentler.

After applying the ointment at the end, Yan Wuwu suddenly felt a rush of heat rising to the ears and rushing to the head as he looked at the hands that were held in his palms obediently like a slender bird.

He quickly let go of those hands, and then felt regretful.He couldn't stop thinking about those white hands in his mind, he blushed so much that he wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say, so he had no choice but to rush out under the puzzled eyes of the young man.

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