farce a ups and downs

When the symptoms of fever subsided, Shen Feiyu stopped lying down and practiced martial arts and swords according to the schedule in the school. I realized something beneficial to myself in my actions and words.

On this day, Xie Weihe sent his disciples to find him. Luo Wenchu ​​went out for a trip, and when he came back, he had two jugs of wine in his hands.

"Thank you, old man, for knowing my heart."

The other party squinted and smiled, just like a fox that stole fish.Shen Feiyu paused, swallowed the disappointing words, and asked why the Xiehua Palace disciples appeared here.

Luo Wenchu ​​had a drink, his expression fascinated: "This matter is a long story."

A few days ago, before Luo Wenchu ​​entered the bandit village alone, he sent a message to no less than five Jianghu sects: "The nearest one is Xiehua Palace, and the second is Liangding Temple. As long as they lead their disciples to help the prefect of Qingzhou, Both the numbers and combat power are far superior to Huntian Village."

"As expected, the bald... eminent monks from Xiehua Palace and Liangding Temple will definitely not refuse." The ending was unexpected, not only these two sects, Wutong Pavilion, Wangyoumen, and Wanjianzong all came.

Although these sects secretly poked at Luo Wenchu ​​after meeting each other, after this battle, the prestige of these five sects among the people rose sharply, and Xiehua Palace even got rid of the negative influence brought about by the black-clothed swordsman , Successfully resolved a public relations crisis.

As for Luo Wenchu ​​himself, he has deep merits and fame.

"How is it, are you a good teacher?"

"Master is amazing."

"How powerful?"

Shen Feiyu thought about it, smiled and shook her head.

"You child, speak up if you have something to say." Luo Wenchu ​​stood up holding his fan, making a gesture to knock him on the head, but Shen Feiyu took a wrong step to dodge, still looking at him with a smile.

After a long while, Xu Shi realized that his problems and actions were very naive, Luo Wenchu ​​laughed himself, sat down again, and poured himself a drink.

A red dumpling jumped in from the window and landed firmly on the table.

In the past few days, Shen Feiyu fed it with various snacks every day. In just a few days, Linghu's wounds healed, and its fur became smoother and more shiny.

At this time, it was tilting its head, looking at Luo Wenchu ​​who was drinking.

When Luo Wenchu ​​saw this, he took a chopstick, dipped it in some wine, and brought it to the little guy.

The fox was fed so much that it got used to it. When it saw something being fed to its mouth, it opened its mouth and licked the chopsticks without even thinking about it. It was immediately stimulated by the spicy wine and sneezed. Putting on the nose, flicking the ears unceasingly, sweeping the fluffy and soft big tail.

"Jiu Jin" passed, Linghu bared his teeth at the person who made the trouble, and rushed to Shen Feiyu, and began to roll and act coquettishly.

Shen Feiyu picked up Linghu and tapped its paw with his fingertips, and Linghu came over to rub his fingers.

Under the cover of fiery red fur, the slender fingers are even more white and jade-like. Those who look at it can't help but recall the scene of these hands being clenched and then forcibly opened. The looming knuckles and pale pink nails are constantly strengthening visual impact.

Luo Wenchu ​​picked up the wine glass and walked in front of Shen Feiyu, lifted the other's chin with one finger, held the wine in his mouth, and leaned over to kiss him.

Knowing Luo Wenchu's preferences, the wine sent by Xie Weihe was not at the same level of spicy as ordinary drinks. After drinking a glass of wine, Shen Feiyu, who was more able to drink than others, also had flushed cheeks, drunken eyes and blurred eyes, as if fainted by a puddle of water , the moment he raised his eyes, the water rippled slightly.

There seemed to be a fire in Luo Wenchu's eyes, struggling and clamoring to burn himself and the person in front of him.

The wine glass threw a curve in the air and landed perfectly on the table. Afterwards, the door opened and closed, and there was a little fox outside the door.

Inside the house, the bed curtain was put down again, and it was never lifted from early morning to sunset.

Three days later, Shen Feiyu learned about the aftermath of the disaster from Luo Wenchu.

After the successful suppression of bandits in the yamen, the prefect of Qingzhou became famous and was promoted directly.And the evil bandit forces that have been circling in Qingzhou for a long time, not to mention uprooted, have also been severely injured.

The credit will go to Xiehua Gong who is extremely active in suppressing the bandits.

At the beginning, Yan Linsheng almost destroyed a cottage, but now the entire Xiehua Palace has put all its strength into it, disturbing the bandits' peace and "fleeing from their homes" one after another.

It is conceivable that no bandit village can rise like Huntian Village in decades.

All the captured villagers were rescued safely, and the magistrate luckily comforted the family members of those who died under the knife of bandits this year.Now, there is no more misfortune hanging over the head, and the villages are full of joy, just like the New Year, and the flowing water mat was set up for five days and five nights to entertain the officers and soldiers of the Qingzhou Yamen and the upright heroes of the martial arts.

At this point, things are over in Qingzhou.

The master and the apprentice looked for the black-clothed swordsman again, and finally got the news from the population of a certain village that three suspicious-looking people from the rivers and lakes were heading for Yangzhou in half a month.

Linghu didn't want to leave, so Luo and Chen simply picked up the little fox and set foot on the ship bound for Yangzhou.

As soon as the two left, Ren Sheng and Ren arrived in Qingzhou after his death, and took the youngsters to the Yamen to register.

The prefect of Qingzhou solved the outstanding case again.

For a time, Qingzhou became a hot candidate for office.

It is said that fireworks go to Yangzhou in March, but Yangzhou in July has a different scene.

Standing by the embankment and looking into the distance, several painted boats and small boats are shrouded in the morning mist. The ten-mile lotus is in full bloom, and the lotus leaves in the sky are full of dewdrops, like a rich wine.Turning around, there is a small road paved with bluestones, willow trees line up on both sides of the road, and tens of thousands of green silk ribbons are slightly swaying in the wind.

Walking along the path, beautiful or fantastic garden landscapes come one after another. Nine-curved corridors, pavilions, waterside pavilions, and rustling bamboo shadows, in the eyes of everyone, are just like layered landscape paintings. After one layer is removed, there is another layer, which is breathtaking. .

Luo and Chen came at the right time. At the beginning of July, another garden competition started. Luo Wenchu ​​took Shen Feiyu to visit several gardens. He seemed to have completely forgotten the original intention of coming here. Even the letter from He Zhixiao was read. Put it aside at a glance.

In the letter, he asked Luo Wenchu ​​when he would return to the sect. The holiday period for the disciples in the sect was approaching. Already disciples had returned to the mountain one after another. They were gearing up and looking forward to the sword-questioning meeting in two months. The water is coming.

It took half a month for He Zhixiao, who was thousands of miles away, to receive a reply, just two cursive words: no reply.

He Zhixiao: "..."

Fortunately, someone had a conscience, and sent back a letter not long after: Bajie, you can figure it out. We will meet in Liuzhou two months later.

After He Zhixiao finished reading it, he almost crushed the page on the spot.

The master and apprentice in Yangzhou don't have any psychological burden. The little fox is very smart and doesn't need to be watched all the time. So the two walk around the scenery during the day, the wind and the brocade sing in harmony, and at night Going back to the room is like swimming in the water, disturbing a pool of spring water.

Meng Lang stayed like this for several days, and one day, when the sun was setting, the streets that were usually cold at night became lively for no reason.

Shen Feiyu tidied up her clothes, opened the window, thousands of lights came into view, and the whole city of Yangzhou was surrounded by dazzling lights.

The lights were bright, and the voices were full of people.

A pair of powerful arms clasped his waist tightly from behind, and a deep and pleasant voice sounded from above his head: "I actually forgot that today is Qixi Festival. Would Feiyu want to go out and have a look?"

Shen Feiyu didn't answer.

Luo Wenchu ​​looked at his side face, and that expression clearly meant what he was thinking.Pinching the lower abdomen of the person in the arms, he said distressedly: "... Feiyu is still so thin, why can't she get fat?"

In the next second, the cheeks of the person in his arms seemed to be illuminated by the lights, and his cheeks were as bright as peaches and plums.

Shen Feiyu slowly took away Luo Wenchu's hand in front of him, "It depends on what Master is feeding."

Luo Wenchu ​​was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed out loud, grabbed Shen Feiyu and stamped it forcefully, "I'll deal with you when I come back."

As soon as the two appeared on the street, they immediately attracted countless eyes, and they were always the focus of the crowd wherever they went.

Before going out, Luo Wenchu ​​deliberately changed clothes for himself and Shen Feiyu, which would cause such an effect, he was not surprised at all.

His apprentice was originally elegant and handsome, but now he changed into a light ice-blue robe, and the snow-white trim embroidered with elegant patterns made his skin more like suet jade.The long hair is pulled up and fixed with a pear wood hairpin carved with a fox holding wine.Looking back and staring in the brilliant lights, there seems to be a bright galaxy in the eyes, and the arc of the lips is quite youthful and wanton.

Luo Wenchu ​​thought in a trance: This is my boy.

It was rare for him not to be vigilant about his surroundings, and he didn't know that there were more eyes on him around him.

The black robe, with a hollow hibiscus border exposed inside the robe, a jade belt around the waist, a wooden fan in hand, and long hair combed, but it looks more majestic, handsome and handsome.Every look and every movement is like a bright moon and a cool breeze.

Girls love such a handsome and suave character more than the young man with red lips and white teeth beside him.

The two walked ahead to enjoy the lantern festival, followed by a beautiful young girl.

Shen Feiyu put down the lantern, turned around helplessly, and found that there were more people following them than before.

"Why bother with others."

"But……"

"Hush." ​​The man in the brocade suit and black robe locked his young man and rode away with the wind.

Leave the stunned crowd in place:

"My God, was that a fairy just now?"

"What a god! You are really in a daze, it's clearly the lightness kung fu of a martial arts hero!"

"Don't lie to me, whose light function is so good, I'll screw my head off!"

"..."

The two landed on the ground, and the girl behind them was separated from them by the crowd, so they couldn't get through for the time being.I saw Luo Wenchu ​​shaking his head: "Feiyu, what do I want his head for?"

"Perhaps it's because Master's lightness kungfu is outstanding in the world. Looking at the entire martial arts world, no one can match him. Moreover, Master has not appeared in front of the world for a long time." Everyone seems to have forgotten that Luo Wen, who wrote that he was the only master in the martial arts world. early.

This rhetoric made Luo Wenchu's body and mind clear, and what he thought before was indeed correct, his little apprentice was indeed sweet, and the sweetness went all the way to his heart.

"Someone is throwing a hydrangea to choose a husband!"

Someone in the crowd yelled, and the crowd that was originally like a stream of water suddenly surged rapidly, but everyone who had nothing to do in their hands crowded into the pavilion not far away, looking eagerly at the third floor.

The Qixi Festival originally carries the beautiful wishes of lovers, and it is reasonable to choose relatives at this special time.

The master and apprentice followed the crowd to the back of the crowd, intending to join in the fun.

On the third floor of the attic stood a man who looked like a butler. Seeing that the atmosphere was getting hot, he went in to welcome his lady.

There is a light veil hanging on the young lady's face, only revealing a pair of Jianshui Qiu pupil, full of blue waves, absolutely not as charming as her glance.

"Huh." Luo Wenchu ​​was puzzled, with probing eyes, "Feiyu, did you see it?"

Shen Feiyu nodded: "Miss, he is..."

While the two were talking, the young lady had already thrown the hydrangea. Surprisingly, the hydrangea was thrown high and scattered, turning into a red silk, which seemed to attack the end of the crowd consciously.

Before Shen Feiyu could finish speaking, red silk was wrapped around her waist and bound her hands.

Everyone gasped, only to see the young lady leap lightly, stepping on the red silk on her toes, slide to Shen Feiyu's eyes, raised her arms, and was about to go to the chin of the selected "husband-in-law".

Luo Wenchu ​​inserted a hand horizontally, raised his hand and turned his wrist to hit the opponent's wrist.

The opponent reacted very quickly, stepped on the red silk and turned over in the air, retreated quickly, reached the roof, grabbed the red silk with one hand, and ran away.

"court death."

Everything around was frozen with these two words, and the scorching night was actually colder than winter at this moment. Everyone didn't see what the black-robed man had done, so they could only keep rubbing their hands and hugging their arms, sighing that they were really gods. also!

After chasing him for less than a mile, Luo Wenchu ​​was stopped by a long sword.

The blade is extremely narrow, less than two fingers long, but the edge of the sword is three points sharper than ordinary weapons, and the light of the sword shimmers slightly, just like Kunlun Snow.

Luo Wenchu ​​certainly recognized the sword, his brows furrowed, and he slowly uttered two words: "Broken Cold."

As if responding to his words, the long sword trembled slightly and made a clanging sound.