farce a ups and downs

The night is deep, the moon is dim, and the night wind is cold.

Listening to Xiao Lou, the disciple in white looked flustered.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk."

The door was knocked, and there was a rush of syllables.

Not long after, He Zhixiao, who was only in his coat, opened the door with a worried face: "What's the matter?"

After saluting, the disciple reported: "Master Uncle, someone left the sect without permission when the guarding disciple was in a bad mood." He Zhixiao raised one eyebrow, and the disciple lowered his head when he saw this, "Before this disciple left, he learned from Senior Brother Lu Jiming took an object in his hand. It was too dark for the disciples to see what it was."

It is said that the gatekeeper disciples are mentally weak, but in fact they are tired and used to it, and they don't even know that some disciples leave the gate without permission.He Zhixiao frowned silently, and said after a long while: "Go and wake up the head first, I will be there soon."

"Yes."

The disciple led the order to the Feizhu Hall, but there was no answer when he knocked on the door, so he pushed the door open on his own initiative, and what caught his eyes was Luo Wenchu ​​who was half leaning out of the bed and was about to fall to the ground.

Luo Wenchu ​​had a belch, shrugged, and just fell like this.

The disciple realized the adjective he had added, and lightly palmed his face: "...sin, sin."

He helped Luo Wenchu ​​up, trying to move him back to the bed.

This matter was extremely tiring, Luo Wenchu ​​was tall and straight, and he was especially heavy after drunk, and the fact that he kept moving made it even more difficult.

I really don't know how the little juniors usually take care of the drunk head, it's really not something ordinary people can bear.

Finally put Luo Wenchu ​​back on the bed, the little disciple felt very relieved.

A quarter of an hour later, the well-dressed He Zhixiao walked into the door. When he saw Luo Wenchu ​​who was lying on his back, he grabbed him down without saying a word.

Little disciple: "..." I feel bitter and can't tell.

Luo Wen, whose head hit the ground for the second time, hissed at the beginning, opened his eyes and looked at the culprit, then crawled back to the bed with all fours, pulled the quilt over his head, and said in a low voice, "Please blow out the lamp, I'm going to sleep."

This time, He Zhixiao chose to kick him.

"I said Bajie, why are you so muddled?" Luo Wenchu ​​cried out incessantly, and jumped off the bed clutching his buttocks, "I don't sleep in the middle of the night, so I come here, maybe it's because I want to sleep with my brother, A story of brotherhood?"

Regarding his joke, He Zhixiao didn't move: "Shen Feiyu has gone down the mountain."

Luo Wenchu's expression froze slightly, but in an instant he returned to his previous unscrupulousness: "You should know when you see the food box outside the hall door at noon, why is this kid so honest, and you still take it to heart when you eavesdrop I won’t really drive him down the mountain.”

"The last person he saw was Lu Jiming."

Luo Wenchu ​​paused slightly, and said to the little disciple who shrank at the end of the bed, "You go out first."

Before leaving, the disciple took a sudden glance and saw the word serious on Luo Wenchu's face.

The head of their family used to have a hippie smile and no seriousness, how could he have a serious side?It must be an illusion, well, an illusion.

The door closed, and the silhouette of the candlelight jumped suddenly, and gradually calmed down.

Luo Wenchu ​​rubbed his drunken and aching head, sat down at the table, poured tea and drank it down in one gulp, pouring the cold bitter tea into his throat, to suspend a series of uncomfortable symptoms after being drunk.

"Is he finally going to act?" He Zhixiao also sat down, and he couldn't wait to speak as soon as he sat down, "We have been trying to find out whether he has other helpers in the faction all these years. It's Shen Feiyu."

Luo Wenchu ​​rubbed the rim of the teacup with one hand, and tapped the table rhythmically with the other, which was his usual action when thinking.

He Zhixiao looked at him deeply: "You said, put a long line to catch big fish, and now the big fish has appeared under your nose, it's time to draw the net."

"No, not necessarily."

"How to say?"

The knocking stopped.

"The other party hasn't passed any news through others over the years. Why did he hand it over to Shen Feiyu this time, just because Shen Feiyu is going down the mountain? This is one. Second, I think he is deliberately guiding us, Bajie, are you really Think he won’t notice the eyeliner we put around him? It’s not like he hasn’t done this kind of thing that interferes with our sight in reverse,” Luo Wenchu ​​sighed and shook his head, “Bajie, you’re too Tender."

"Don't call me that name!"

"Okay, okay, if you don't bark, don't bark, it's up to you."

He Zhixiao almost squeezed the teacup out of shape.

Luo Wenchu ​​is a man who has the ability to make people angry, and anyone who puts one foot in the coffin can make him angry.

He Zhixiao took a deep breath: "What about the third one?"

Just as Luo Wenchu ​​knew how to be angry, he could hit the pain point the most, so he also knew that Luo Wenchu ​​still had something to say.

"Third," a gust of wind leaked in from the window, and the candle flame jumped violently, almost extinguishing it.In the changing light and shadow, Luo Wenchu ​​narrowed his eyes, and the light in his eyes flickered, "I still know Feiyu. He is pure and kind. Although he doesn't know anything about swordsmanship, he is hard-working and full of tenacity. I don't think he will be that child." fish."

"If he's not a fish, what is it?"

"Maybe it's the obscuring smoke, or the bait, or... the discarded children that can be seen everywhere."

He Zhixiao took a tight breath: "What do you mean?"

Luo Wenchu ​​put down his teacup, stood up and said, "Anyway, his current situation is very dangerous."

A few miles southwest of Feiping Mountain, there is a city shrouded in smog all the year round, called the city of smoke.

When Shen Feiyu entered the city, it was early morning when the fog was thick, and the overwhelming smog followed like a shadow. A trace of smoke was brought out by his walking, and it merged into the surrounding environment in an instant.The fog cuts off the skylight, and when you look up, there is only a piece of gray, which makes people feel a little panic out of thin air.

Early-rising peddlers shuttled back and forth in the fog with their loads on their shoulders, walking very slowly.

Shen Feiyu called a peddler to stop.

Knowing that he was going to the old house on the outskirts of the city, the peddler's face changed, and he looked at Shen Feiyu with strange eyes.

Probably because of Shen Feiyu's tender face and young age, the peddler frowned and babbled in a mumbling local dialect. Shen Feiyu listened carefully for a while, only to realize that the other party was warning him not to approach the old house.

"I can't go, I can't go!" The peddler waved his hand and said, "What is Xiaowa doing there? People died in that place, and all the people who lived there died. Now there is no one there."

Shen Feiyu was suspicious, but still said: "I am entrusted by others, and I have to bring things with me as a matter of loyalty."

Seeing that Shen Feiyu refused to change his mind, the peddler sighed, pointed out the direction with Shen Feiyu, then picked up the burden, and disappeared into the mist step by step.

The ancient house is located in the northernmost desolate suburb of Yancheng. All eyes can see three people embracing thick trees that block out the sky and the sun. Among the mountains and greenery, the cornices and black tiles of the ancient house reveal a corner of thick ink.Under the tree grew a tall weed, densely packed, covering the road leading to the old house.

It looked like the peddler said it hadn't been lived in for a long time.

With no way to go left or right, Shen Feiyu had to wade through the weeds. On the way, a blood line was drawn on the palm of his hand by some kind of sharp-leaved plant.

Shen Feiyu wiped away the blood, but didn't pay attention.

Passing through the weeds, a mottled wooden door appeared in front of my eyes. I poked lightly with my hand, and the door panel fell to the ground with two bangs, stirring up dust.

Shen Feiyu: "..."

A lesson can be learned from heaven and earth, he didn't intentionally break down other people's doors.

"Is anyone there?" Shen Feiyu tried to knock on the wall twice.

No one answered.

Could it be that the senior brother lied to him?Or was he in the wrong place?

While meditating, there was a creaking sound in the courtyard, as if someone pushed open the old wooden door.

Shen Feiyu asked again patiently, but still no one answered.

Perhaps the wind had blown the door open just now, he thought.

Just as he was about to leave, there was a sudden sound in the courtyard: "Cough cough cough."

Shen Feiyu suddenly turned her head and stared at the courtyard.

It can't be that this is also the wind, so the wind is so scary.

After thinking about it again and again, Shen Feiyu decided to go into the hospital to have a look.

This is a two-entry courtyard house, the middle courtyard is very spacious, and there is nothing missing at first glance. There is only one stone table and three large water tanks.When I got closer, I saw that the water tank was full of water, and the surface was floating, and there were no people or the bottom of the water.The water tank has obviously been placed in this position for a long time, so long that the bottom of the tank is covered with blue moss, mixed with the peeling brown shell of the tank, and the colors are disorderly.

Shen Feiyu turned around and walked a few steps, intending to go into the house to have a look, and suddenly remembered that it hadn't rained in Yancheng for the past two days, where did the water in the tank come from?

After a while, Shen Feiyu rushed towards the door, but before he could approach, dozens of figures jumped out from the house and bushes one after another, blocking the way.

The person who came was dressed in black clothes, held a pair of knives, and showed a strange snake-shaped tattoo on his wrist. He was actually a member of the Demon Cult!

Turning his head again, three people appeared in the water tank, forming a front and rear entanglement with the Demon Cult blocking his way. Shen Feiyu had nowhere to escape, and unconsciously squeezed the letter in his arms.

He would never have thought that the elder brother asked him to come here to kill people?

Why did Lu Jiming do this?What kind of enmity do the two of them have?

"Hand over the things." The leader of the Demon Cult stepped forward and stared at Shen Feiyu fiercely.

Shen Feiyu moved his hand away, resisting his horror and said: "What? I'm just here to visit relatives, and you are occupying the magpie's nest, and you still ask me for something? I don't know."

It sounded calm, but the trembling voice still betrayed him.

The man sneered coldly: "Don't pretend to be stupid, aren't you sent by Ling Jue? You can still be so calm until now, do you think this is a joke made by your elder brother?"

Shen Feiyu's heart sank when she heard the words, but her face remained calm: "I have heard a little about the Lingjue faction you mentioned, especially Luo Wenchu, the current head of the Lingjue faction, who led the martial arts decent faction to repel the demon sect a few years ago. The Jianghu martial arts are peaceful, and they have made great achievements." His impartial remarks just hit the sore feet of the people of the Demon Cult, and just when the leader was about to explode, Shen Feiyu changed the topic, "But everyone, please see, I am unarmed, but a scholar with two sleeves, no matter how you look at it, he is far from the people in the rivers and lakes who wield knives and guns, there must be some misunderstanding in this."

Everyone in the Devil's Cult looked at it, and indeed, the young man in front of him had three parts of the gentleness of Jiangnan people, with bright eyes and white teeth, a fair face, and a gentle and delicate appearance.

All the Demon Cults stared at Shen Feiyu suspiciously, and discussions gradually arose.

"Doesn't it look like it? She's so fair and tender, how can she look like someone who knows martial arts?"

"Didn't the leader say that this group of idiots from the Central Plains have a sense of justice? If he is really a disciple of the Lingjue sect, how can he tolerate me waiting and rushing forward as soon as we meet?"

"If he's not from the Lingjue faction, wouldn't it be normal for him not to recognize our identities?"

"..."

While talking, she actually got into a quarrel by herself, Shen Feiyu suppressed a smile in her heart, while looking for an opportunity to escape.

"Shut up, Lao Tzu!" The leader of the Demon Cult was quarreling one by one, he clicked his tongue, raised his knife, and pointed the point at Shen Feiyu, "I almost forgot just now, this family has been dead for several years, the ancestor eighteen We've wiped out my whole life,—you said visiting relatives, what kind of relatives are you visiting?"

The last sentence was directed at Shen Feiyu who was about to escape.

Shen Feiyu secretly said "Oops", and went straight into the house.

Everyone in the Devil's Cult yelled angrily: "Don't run! Stop!"

With the sound of sword wind in his ears, Shen Feiyu twisted his body and lifted up the burden. The soft cloth wrapped around the long knife that was coming at him. With a twist, it was a disarm. Shen Feiyu didn't care about fighting at all. One person rolled over on his crotch|down, got up and stepped on the edge of the wooden table, and when the person behind him approached, exerted force under his feet, the wooden table bounced up, and hit the person's head with a touch.

The devil's sect was smashed with stares in his eyes, and his anger came from his heart: "Ge Laozi, didn't you say that you are a scholar? A scholar who knows martial arts? His grandma dares to lie to me, look at the knife!"

Shen Feiyu thought while running, the uncle always said that the people of the Demon Cult don't look very smart.

Looking at it like this, it's really not very smart.

"Immortal is stern, you still dare to run!"

The house is only that big and the space is limited, so not all the people from the Demon Cult entered the house. Shen Feiyu used the decorations in the house to deal with people, and used up all the things that could be smashed and used. In the blink of an eye, the people in the house The ground was in a mess, and Shen Feiyu inevitably had a few cuts on his body. He took a breath and broke out through the window.

The Demon Cult outside had expected it a long time ago. The moment he landed, several long knives were pressed against his neck, forcing him to dare not let out a breath.

"Young man, is it fun?"

Shen Feiyu stiffened her neck and said nothing.

The leader of the Demon Cult spat, and was about to take the next step, when suddenly there was a strong wind, and the lingering mist was completely dispersed, and the dust raised made people have to squint their eyes. Shouting, they fell to the ground one after another, clutching their chests and yelling.

Only the leader of the Devil's Cult had detected the unkind aura of the visitor in advance, and stepped back a few meters from Shen Feiyu's body.

"Who is here?" He shouted, "Pretending to be a ghost, come out!"

"God? Don't dare to be, but—" the visitor let out a very light laugh, "It's more than enough to kill you ghosts."

Shen Feiyu raised his head suddenly, and after the smoke cleared, he saw a familiar face with a cynical smile.

It was Luo Wenchu.

This person always rushes in with a gust of breeze when he is desperate, and like a moon breaking through clouds, it sprinkles bright moonlight, illuminating the confused way forward.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Luo Wenchu ​​left the demon cult members lying on the ground and walked towards Shen Feiyu.

Before Shen Feiyu was ready to face him, she was caught off guard by a bullet on the forehead.

"Hey, it hurts."

"Why run around when you know it hurts? I have to find you back in person, Shen Feiyu, you are so proud of me."

Shen Feiyu covered her forehead, shrank her head, and immediately lost three points of momentum: "Master Luo, I have already quit the Lingjue faction, you must... you must not..."

"What's wrong? Hmm?" Luo Wenchu ​​rubbed his face in disorder, "Is this, or is it like this?"

Shen Feiyu was soon bullied by him until she was tearful and speechless.

Luo Wenchu ​​finally pinched Shen Feiyu's face before stopping, "You said you quit the sect, did I agree? Your quit application hasn't been handed over to me yet."

"I know..."

"I do not see it."

"..." Very angry.

The fallen Demon Cultist caught a piece of news from the conversation between the two—it was Luo Wenchu, the head of the Lingjue faction, who had arrived!It was the Luo Wenchu ​​who killed the old leader and deserved to be cut to death!

They looked at each other, knowing each other.

Suddenly, Luo Wenchu's expression of joking faded away, he turned around with a flick of his sleeves, and completely protected Shen Feiyu behind him.Shen Feiyu was horrified to discover that this group of Demon Cultists had surrounded them at some point, and the anger and resentment in their eyes were so intense that they were about to condense into substance.

"Luo Wenchu, take your life!"

A person struck with a sword, Luo Wenchu ​​waved his sleeve to use his strength to brush it away, the sleeve folded and fanned out, the wooden fan bone was able to stand up to the blade, the other party quickly sensed Luo Wenchu's teasing intentions, and became more and more ignorant.While protecting Shen Feiyu, Luo Wenchu ​​confronted the members of the Demon Cult, and then he realized that these people had no interest in Shen Feiyu at all, and kept staring at him, but that was fine.Luo Wenchu ​​smiled slightly, and raised his palm to hit Shen Feiyu's chest. He controlled his strength and only pushed people out of the encirclement without hurting Shen Feiyu.

"Master!" Shen Feiyu shouted hastily before he could stand still. He actually hid a soft sword in his waist. If Luo Wenchu ​​didn't come just now, he planned to fight the other party to the death. There is nothing in it except a folding fan, not even Luoshui. It can be said that the empty-handed and white-knife fight back and forth with the Demon Cult. That's not the case at all.

In desperation, Shen Feiyu drew out his soft sword and threw it at Luo Wenchu, "Master, catch it!"

However, he didn't know whether it was because he was not accurate enough or the sword was too soft and light. The sword fell straight down halfway through the flight, almost stabbing a Demon Cult disciple's toe.The Demon Cult looked at the weapons falling from the sky, and without thinking, he drew his sword and rushed into the battle.

The soft sword is difficult to deal with, and the sword moves are constantly changing. Luo Wenchu ​​had a little difficulty in dealing with it. He rushed to Shen Feiyu and said, "Xiao Feiyu, I understand your desire to help, but can you stop delivering food to the enemy? Just wave the flag and cheer for us over there, will you come on? That's it-hehe, you are awesome, Sect Leader, you beat the Demon Cult to the brim."

Shen Feiyu silently covered her face.

The picture was so beautiful that he dared not look at it.

Everyone in the Devil's Cult was so angry, "Kill him, you bastard!"

Luo Wenchu ​​smiled: "I'm sorry, your father and I live longer than Nanshan."

Luo Wenchu ​​adhered to the principle that you can't lose your momentum when you lose, and always dealt with everyone in the Devil's Cult with a smile on his face. If someone else is here, I am afraid that he will really be deceived by him.

Don't look at him with ease, in fact, the encirclement of the Devil's Cult is not simple, but a flexible and changeable knife formation, divided into three layers, everyone is constantly wandering, confusing the sight of the people in the formation, and can't think of it at all. Where will the next blow come from? That is, martial arts masters like Luo Wenchu ​​can distinguish their positions by listening to the sound of the air flowing to avoid them. Advantages, not to mention when to attack, how many times to attack, and where to attack, all depends on the opponent. If he uses lightness kung fu, the opponent will quickly form a human wall to block the way out.

After walking around for several times, Luo Wenchu ​​got a few wounds on his body, not deep, and none of them hit the vitals.

The time was almost exhausted, Luo Wenchu ​​was thinking about how to break the formation, and at this moment, Shen Feiyu's calm voice came from behind him: "Three from the left, one into one."

Luo Wenchu ​​was slightly stunned, but he shot very quickly, almost at the moment Shen Feiyu said, he came to the location he said, and reached out to grab it.

The person in the middle of the three-layer encirclement obviously didn't expect that he would be caught out, and neither did the others.Shen Feiyu's calm and calm voice was like a series of reminders, which kept coming: "Back two to the left, five to the right, three to the right, five to the right—bow your head!"

Without Shen Feiyu's deliberate reminder, Luo Wenchu ​​slid backwards, with his toes on the ground, he jumped up, his clothes fluttered, like a cluster of snow-white flowing fire, he stood on his sword, only heard a "chuckle", and the blade of his foot fell Broken directly.Luo Wenchu ​​didn't wait for anyone to react, the folding fan had hit his neck, directly picking up the sword-wielding person.

This series of actions all happened in the blink of an eye.

Luo Wenchu ​​lightly landed on the ground, stood with his hands behind his back, waved his folding fan to fan the wind gently, waited for a while, but didn't hear the next instructions, so he couldn't help but tilt his head and asked, "Xiao Feiyu, why don't you continue?"

When he tilted his head, he looked straight into Shen Feiyu's stunned eyes, which were moist like cat's eyes, and the admiration and embarrassment in them had not faded away in time.

Shen Feiyu quickly reacted, and lowered her head to stare at her toes, not letting the other party notice his strangeness.Luo Wenchu ​​was used to it, every disciple in the Lingjue Sect would look at him with the same eyes after they first learned that he was the head Luo Wenchu.

Everyone in the Demon Cult knew that the general situation was over, Luo Wenchu ​​could beat them to death with just a folding fan, and with the addition of Shen Feiyu, a freak, he could see through the characteristics and weaknesses of the knife array in less than a quarter of an hour, the leader thought a little , simply pointed the tip of the knife at Shen Feiyu, and flew out of the battle with an unstoppable momentum.

Shen Feiyu was still staring at her toes in a daze, unaware of the imminent danger.

There was a soft "poof", and the sound of the blade sinking into the body brought back Shen Feiyu's mind.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he was completely shocked by Shang Luo Wenchu's cold gaze.

The leader of the Demon Sect lowered his head slightly, and saw the long knife piercing through his chest, with his blood on the tip, which was gradually cooling down.

Before he died, he thought sadly: Damn Lu Jiming, didn't he say that Luo Wenchu ​​no longer knew how to use a sword?

Shen Feiyu stared blankly at the Demon Cult lying at his feet, unable to speak for a long time until his forehead ached.

"On the battlefield, how can you let your mind wander?" Luo Wenchu ​​withdrew his hand, without even looking at the completely dead Demon Cult, he threw the knife in his hand casually, clapped his palms, and said to the leaderless Demon Cult crowd, " I’m in a good mood today, I’ll let you go, if you don’t want to die, get out of here and get out.”

The rest of the Demon Cult members looked at me and I looked at you, and turned to leave.

"Eh wait."

So they had to stop and looked at Luo Wenchu ​​in silence, as if they were condemning him for going back on his word.

Luo Wenchu ​​put his hands on his hips and said, "I told you to go, but I didn't let you go. Go away, go away, can you understand people's words?"

"Understandable, understandable." Everyone in the Devil's Cult hurriedly lay down and rolled away.

Luo Wenchu ​​just turned around, intending to settle with Shen Feiyu for his "farewell without saying goodbye". The disciple made an appointment, and if the disciple quit the sect without the permission of the master, how much liquidated damages would he have to pay?