farce a ups and downs

In the middle of the night, Shen Feiyu huddled in Luo Wenchu's arms. Luo Wenchu's chest was covered with his tears, and Shen Feiyu was still crying and hiccupping.

"Feiyu! Feiyu, Shen Feiyu!" Luo Wenchu ​​patted Shen Feiyu's face vigorously, not knowing what terrible scene Shen Feiyu saw in the illusion. If he continued to sink like this, he would definitely be hopeless.

"Woo." Shen Feiyu hiccupped, grabbed Luo Wenchu's lapel with both hands, kept bumping his head into Luo Wenchu's arms, and hit Luo Wenchu's collarbone again. The pain was so painful that he almost threw him off his body. .

"I'm not a wall." Luo Wenchu ​​supported Shen Feiyu's face, and moved towards the edge of the bed cursingly, "Our chest is only a little harder than tofu, no matter how hard you hit it—hehehe! Ancestor let go , you can't bite, you can't bite."

However, Shen Feiyu was blocked from "hitting the wall" and began to bite his fingers. He put all his strength into it, and there were two rows of bloody teeth marks when he bit down.

It took Luo Wenchu ​​a lot of effort to pry open Shen Feiyu's mouth, and when it was not closed, he grabbed the thin silk and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

Shen Feiyu held the thin silk in her mouth, with tears in the corners of her eyes, looking inexplicably aggrieved: "Huh?"

"Woo fart, woo woo again, I'll kick you down."

"Woo... hiccup."

It sounds even more aggrieved.

Luo Wenchu ​​was deeply afraid that Shen Feiyu would spit out the fine silk and then attack indiscriminately like a mad dog, so he raised his hand to grab his neck, touching the wet and delicate skin with his fingertips, Luo Wenchu ​​took a tight breath.He squinted his eyes, rubbed his fingers unconsciously twice, and regardless of whether the person in the nightmare could hear it, he covered the other's ear, and the airflow from the jet burned the ears.

"Shen Feiyu, listen, before I agree with you to withdraw from the sect, you will always be a disciple of my Lingjue sect. You must not fight privately, and you must not disobey the order of the master. I told you to go east and you cannot go west. Now, I want you Wake me up."

Luo Wenchu's babbling whispers seemed to really be able to reach Shen Feiyu's nightmare, he straightened his neck and let out a moan, with a deep gully between his brows.

After Shen's mother threw out the truth, she dragged Shen Mingyu out of the confinement room.

In the darkness, only Shen Feiyu was left. He grabbed the ground with his head just to relieve the dull pain in his heart.

I knew it a long time ago, but when I heard it again, it still hurts so much that I can't help myself.

This is Shen Feiyu's nightmare, and he doesn't know when he will wake up.

"Little baby, how old are you this year, and you still cry?" I don't know how long it took, the wall facing the wooden window was filled with thin moonlight, followed by the young man's rising voice, "Are you ashamed?"

Shen Feiyu sniffled and choked, "Who are you?"

"You little heartless, I waved to you this afternoon."

In the last match of the day, Luo Wenchu ​​held his sword and dropped nine words on the statue of the God of War, and then waved to the spectators majesticly, wishing that the eyes of the whole world would fall on him, who knew what he said Whether it's the truth or a lie, Shen Feiyu puffed her cheeks and kept her eyebrows in silence.

"I didn't expect the young master of the Shen family to be a crybaby, and so stingy." Luo Wenchu ​​shook his head.

Shen Feiyu asked crisply: "Who is being stingy?"

"You," Luo Wenchu ​​smiled and gestured, "How can you be so big when you're so small?"

Shen Feiyu was angry.

What Hongying said is right, people like Luo Wenchu ​​are indeed the most troublesome, even if they don't provoke you, they will still make things difficult for you.

"Young master, go on."

In the next second, something fell on the ground and made a crisp clicking sound. Shen Feiyu groped to pick it up: "Is this a bell? What are you giving me a bell for?"

"Since this happened to me, I can't ignore it, but after all, it's your family business, I don't think it's better than this. When you can't stay here any longer, you can bring this thing to Feiping Mountain Lingjue Sect to find Luo Wenchu , That is to say, at that time, even if I have nothing to do with my sleeves, I will definitely do my best to build a shelter for the young master and let you live in it. So, do you think it is okay?"

Shen Feiyu froze on the spot, biting his lips tightly, the string of bells was clutched in his hand, which made his palms ache.

After not getting an answer for a long time, Luo Wenchu ​​asked again patiently: "Is it good or not, please tell me, young master."

"……it is good."

This is the shimmering spark that shone into his nightmare, igniting a corner of the darkness, tearing apart the night with a ferocious roar.

"Shen Feiyu, Shen Feiyu, is there a lover in the dream, or is it a hidden secret book? Did it tell you to sink and lose? Or, do you want to disobey orders? Then do you know what punishment you will receive? Let's talk first, let's decide with a few whips It's not enough, you—”

Luo Wenchu ​​stopped talking.

The eyelashes of the person in front of him trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Luo Wenchu ​​withdrew his hand abruptly, staring at Jingying's hands, and wiped Shen Feiyu's body again before he woke up.

"Master?" As soon as Shen Feiyu opened his mouth, the thin silk slipped out, Luo Wenchu ​​shook the quilt, and the thin silk fell to a corner where Shen Feiyu could not see by the air current.

Shen Feiyu's eyes were filled with shattered light, and her lips were slightly parted, as if talking in her sleep, as if asking herself.He escaped from the treacherous nightmare, and there were familiar human voices in the dream, and the first thing he saw when he woke up was Luo Wenchu, Shen Feiyu suddenly fell into a trance, thinking that he was the six-year-old child in the dream.

Luo Wenchufu gently hugged him into his arms again, and patted his back to comfort him: "It's fine if you wake up, if you don't wake up again, I plan to leave you behind."

After saying that, the skirt of his clothes was suddenly tightened.

Luo Wenchu ​​paused, and his voice softened: "I lied to you. You did a good job."

Shen Feiyu blinked, his mushy brain was still mushy no matter how much he stirred it, he was extremely tired, he was tossed enough in both dreams and dreams, he closed his eyes again shortly after waking up, and fell into a deep sleep.

Feeling that the breathing rate of the person in his arms was steady, Luo Wenchu ​​heaved a sigh of relief, and when he raised his hand to wipe it, sweat dripped down his face.

He muttered: "You little brat, what the hell did you dream about? It's really a toss."

Shen Feiyu, who fell into a dark and sweet dream, tightened the skirts in his hands, like a dying person grabbing the only piece of driftwood. He nestled in Luo Wenchu's arms, and a familiar voice came from his ear, and Shen Feiyu subconsciously rubbed his face Rubbing Luo Wenchu's chest, he replied inarticulately: "In my dream... I have you."

"Huh? Who is there in the dream?" Luo Wenchu ​​came to his senses and coaxed, "Xiao Feiyu, be good, say it again."

Shen Feiyu had fallen into a deep sleep, and Luo Wenchu ​​couldn't pry out another word.

He thought to himself: This brat is too annoying.

His eyes moved down, and he almost went astray in one breath.

The person in the arms really can bear the four words of boundless spring, his fair and handsome face is flushed, cold sweat and tears are intertwined and wet his forehead hair, which sticks to his forehead and cheeks, and there are a few tears on his red lips. Skinned.

As if withstood...

Luo Wenchu ​​turned his face away guiltily, but his eyes were uncontrollably stuck to Shen Feiyu's sharp chin, where a drop of sweat rolled down, across the delicate and fragile neck, dripped down along the collarbone, and fell into the eyes. out of reach.

In order to keep Shen Feiyu warm, both of them only wore single clothes, but there was actually little difference between whether they wore them or not.

The drenched white undershirt clings tightly to the thin body, as if wrapping a lonely soul with nowhere to go.

Luo Wenchu ​​stretched out his hand to grope in the quilt, and soon found Shen Feiyu's ankle, and couldn't help but be speechless: It doesn't matter that the wrist is thin, but the ankle is also thin, less than a palm, and can be easily held in the hand.

A beautiful woman can stay calm while sitting in her arms, that is a gentleman, not Luo Wenchu.

It's so exhausting.

in various senses.

Luo Wenchu's eyes were blurred, and after a long time, his hand slowly put on Shen Feiyu's shoulder.Shen Feiyu moved her head, rubbing Luo Wenchu's chin with Faxuan, shrinking herself into a ball, with a little dependence on her face.

The moonlight outside the window is sultry, and the firefly filled with the indescribable part of people's hearts dances and dances when they hear the wind, when it comes and goes, until the morning light is faint, the melancholy settles down.

When the sun was three poles high, Shen Feiyu woke up leisurely.

Opening his eyes, he met Shang Luo Wenchu's smiling eyes, "Good morning, Xiao Feiyu."

"morning."

Shen Feiyu sat up from his arms in a daze, her black hair poured out, covering half of her bare shoulders.Luo Wenchu ​​twirled the black silk and wrapped it around his fingers to play with, and put the other hand on Shen Feiyu's waist, still looking at him with a smile.

Shen Feiyu felt something was wrong.

...nowhere is right.

Two people, wearing only their underwear, slept on the same bed, and one woke up in the arms of the other—if it was a man and a woman, the chaotic relationship of the night before could be basically confirmed.

"Master Luo, last night, you and I...?"

"You want to ask what happened last night?" Luo Wenchu's hand on Shen Feiyu's waist moved back, touching the bony joints, climbing up bit by bit.Shen Feiyu's eyes were rounded, and she looked like a white rabbit whose hair exploded after being frightened.

The evil hand finally clasped the back of Shen Feiyu's neck, the warm palm wrapped around the protruding spine, the intimate caress was fatally alluring, just like Luo Wenchu's deep voice, "Last night, you and I shared the same bed , as if some firewood meets a raging fire, it will be out of control."

"It's like this."

The hand clasped on the back of the neck suddenly exerted force, and Shen Feiyu was completely unprepared. The two looked at each other, and both saw themselves in the other's eyes. Their breathing blended, as if they had become one.

After a while, Shen Feiyu recovered his voice: "Master Luo, please respect yourself."

Luo Wenchu ​​snorted, pulled off his collar under Shen Feiyu's ashamed and angry eyes, pointed at the "criminal evidence" left last night for him to see, "Look, could it be that I bit it myself? Then How talented do I have to be to bite my own chest?"

The place Luo Wenchu ​​pointed to was green and purple, and one could tell that it had been treated inhumanly.Shen Feiyu only took one look, then blushed, and lowered her head to bury Luo Wenchu's neck, revealing only a pair of blood-red ears.

"Master Luo, I'm overstepping, I'm sorry."

An apology as thin as a mosquito came from his neck. Luo Wenchu ​​was in a good mood. He circled his body grandiosely with a thin waist, tilted his head, and his lips touched Shen Feiyu's earlobe. He deliberately lowered his voice to tease Said: "If you really feel guilty, then promise me one condition, so as to comfort my injured body."

As soon as Shen Feiyu heard the word "injured", she wished she could find a slot and stuff herself in, completely unaware of someone's mopping up behavior.

"Well, how about you come to be my closed disciple?"

"what?"

Shen Feiyu looked up, only to see Luo Wenchu ​​smiling slyly at him.

"Sword skills are hopeless, but I can teach you to close the door."

After eating too much breakfast, Shen Feiyu thanked Luo Wenchu ​​again when she learned about her situation in the past few days.Luo Wenchu ​​told him that the members of the Demon Cult had been beaten away, and Shen Feiyu woke up like a dream, looking around for the letter that Lu Jiming had handed to him.

"Looking for this?" Luo Wenchu ​​raised his hand, and Shen Feiyu's gaze immediately followed.

"Don't look, there's nothing on it."

Shen Feiyu was silent for a while, "Eldest brother...why did Lu Jiming do this?"

Luo Wenchu: "This is a long story, we might as well talk as we walk."

"Go?" Shen Feiyu was vigilant, "Where are you going?"

"Of course it's back to school."

In the end, Shen Feiyu escaped to no avail, and was picked up by the "physically injured" head of Luo, and pressed on the horse's back.

Luo Wenchu ​​got on his horse, put his arms around Shen Feiyu's waist from behind, rode the horse and swung his whip, and left in the dust.

On the way, Luo Wenchu ​​and Shen Feiyu talked about Lu Jiming's origin.

Back then, he led the martial arts decent faction to encircle and suppress the Demon Sect and returned from a great victory. On the way back, he rescued an eleven or twelve-year-old boy. This person was Lu Jiming.

According to Lu Jiming, both his parents died at the hands of the Demon Sect. Luo Wenchu ​​took pity on him for his loneliness, so he accepted Lu Jiming as a direct disciple of the head of the sect, and also a senior brother in the sect.Lu Jiming is indeed a good seedling who is diligent and hardworking, and he knows everything, so he doesn't need Luo Wenchu ​​to teach him anything.On weekdays, if Luo Wenchu ​​had any inconvenient things to come forward, he would take care of them, and Lu Jiming completed them without any mistakes.

It was not until seven years ago that he finally showed his feet.

"That year the Demon Cult tried to counterattack and attack the Buzhou Clan. The old Buzhou Clan master asked for help. It was at that time that I accidentally discovered that he was transmitting information to the outside world." I don't know if it was Shen Feiyu's illusion. The voice came mixed into the wind, with a slight sternness, "After that battle, I started to pay more attention. Three months later, I confirmed his identity as the devil's disciple."

The trust built up in three years was completely disintegrated in just three months.

Speaking of this, Kong Yu let out a sigh.

"The reason why he is kept in the sect is nothing more than to monitor at all times and to bring wrong information to the Demon Sect." The horse was jolting, Shen Feiyu deliberately straightened her back, but still bumped into Luo Wenchu's arms from time to time, Luo Wenchu ​​was in a hurry Yilan said in a low voice, "During your coma, your uncle wrote a letter saying that he should be told to escape after all."

Shen Feiyu turned slightly uncomfortably: "Then why did he come to me this time?"

Luo Wenchu ​​rested his chin on top of his head, and said with a smile, "Maybe it's because you are easy to bully."

"..."

Or maybe, there was no superfluous meaning, it was just that Shen Feiyu just appeared at this moment, which constituted a part of his escape.

While speaking, Feiping Mountain was right in front of him.

Different from other majestic mountains around, there is no grass on Feiping Mountain. When you step into the foot of the mountain, you can smell a faint smell of sulfur. This is a toxin buried deep in the soil. It has not been decomposed and digested for ten years, just like human The abscess skin ringworm on the body cannot be cured for a long time.

The mountain road was difficult to walk, and the two got off their horses and walked on foot. Luo Wenchu ​​looked at the boy's fair side face. Unlike his naturally upturned smiling eyes, the corners of the boy's eyes were not upturned, but round and blunt, looking innocent He's easy to bully, but it's just such a young man who looks easy to bully, and broke the formation of the Demon Cult.

That gaze was too blatant to feel it without concentrating.

Shen Feiyu turned her head sideways: "Is there something wrong with the head?"

Luo Wenchu ​​didn't play tricks with him: "Feiyu, can you tell me now how you broke the formation that day?"

Shen Feiyu thought for a while, and said truthfully: "When the formation first appeared, I felt familiar. I remembered that there was a similar formation mentioned in a Jianghu martial arts chapter. As a way to kill people, those members of the Devil's Cult modified the formation, but it was only superficial. In the formation, there must be a "formation eye" to control the overall situation. This person must first have a good overall view, and secondly, the eye Observe the six directions, listen to the insight of the eight directions, and then predict the enemy's actions and give instructions."

Having said that, he caressed his ears and smiled to cover up the redness in his ears.

However, Luo Wenchu ​​saw it, and he didn't tell the truth, he pressed his folding fan to his lips, and smiled more and more maliciously.

Under such gazes, Shen Feiyu's neck was flushed, and he faltered and spit out the following: "This disciple knows that his martial arts are low, and it is a dead end to face them, but the opponent still chooses to suppress them with numbers. Caution is one thing, and another On the one hand, it can be guessed that they are actually not confident in their own martial arts, and when the trapped magic array is used, it cannot reach the power mentioned in the book, and it is easy for people to find flaws."

Luo Wenchu ​​clapped his hands and smiled lightly.

He couldn't "easily" see the flaw, but let a young disciple with low martial arts see it, and said it so easily, whether it is non-jade or rough jade, he will have to think carefully in the future.

Shen Feiyu was so embarrassed by the laughter, and now even her cheeks were pink: "Sorry, master, it's the disciple who is proud."

He lowered his head, only revealing his hair: "The disciple is the bait used by Lu Jiming to escape, so why not those people."

"Don't underestimate yourself." Luo Wenchu ​​put his palm on the top of Shen Feiyu's head and rubbed it gently.

The whole body was caught off guard by bursts of numbness, and Shen Feiyu raised her eyes in a panic, and was instantly sucked in by those eyes that were as calm as the surface of a lake.The warm lake water soaked his skin and penetrated into the meridian, gentle and delicate, yet irresistible, until only Luo Wenchu ​​was left in his heart and eyes.

His youthful and frivolous appearance, his flirtatious expression, his drunken eyes... all of them moved his heart.

Shen Feiyu bowed his head again, the world was so quiet that it seemed that only his heartbeat was the only one.

Luo Wenchu's voice came a step later: "You are like this, very good."

I am afraid that no one in the world will say "you are fine" to Shen Feiyu.

The mistress of the Shen family, who regarded him as a plague and wished to be expelled, would not, nor would the father, who was afraid that his wife would dare to show too much warmth to him, and even the seniors in the Lingjue sect just shook their heads and sighed, "After all, you are not a jade." .

Luo Wenchu ​​seemed to be able to see through all his thoughts at a glance, without any force in his hand, he twisted his "tortured" face severely: "You... as for jade, if there is a little flaw, it is almost It is useless, but if a person has no flaws, can he still be called a 'human'? So, Feiyu is good, Feiyu is very good, very good, it can't be better."

Shen Feiyu listened helplessly to his pointed nonsense, but couldn't hide the smile on his face.

Seeing him smile, Luo Wenchu ​​couldn't put away his four-six appearance. He bowed his head and pressed it between Shen Feiyu's forehead, his eyes met. ,I like."

"...Master, don't make fun of your disciples." Shen Feiyu tried to break free, but couldn't, and finally had to show Luo Wenchu ​​with his eyes that this was still on the main road, and all the passers-by looked at them curiously.

Not to mention, when I didn't think about it before, Shen Feiyu was at best a young disciple with a tender face and delicate eyebrows. Now that I have fun, the more I look at it, the more interesting it is. A treasure has been discovered, and this treasure blooms only in front of my own eyes.

As for others?

"Even if you tell them to look at it, it's not bad to let them envy the skins of our master and apprentice." When did head Luo care about the eyes of others?He twisted the spine on the back of Shen Feiyu's neck, and said in an unpredictable tone, "It's just that you have become my direct disciple now. Although the apprenticeship ceremony has not yet been held, and your name has not been corrected, it is still the same. Little Feiyu, nothing else. Say, first call Master to listen?"

Shen Feiyu pondered for a long time, until Luo Wenchu's patience ran out, and then she called softly: "...Master."

As if this is some kind of awkward word.

Luo Wenchu ​​frowned, very dissatisfied: "Speak louder, show your breastfeeding strength."

As soon as this was mentioned, Shen Feiyu's complexion became a little bad, his face turned from red to black, and finally he became angry, and he lifted his foot and crushed Luo Wenchu's instep. Luo Wenchu ​​felt the pain and let go, Shen Feiyu took the opportunity to run Turn around and run away.

"...Hiss, this brat, is there any elder?"

About an hour later, the gate of the Lingjue faction appeared in front of the two of them. Regardless of the little disciple's struggle, Luo Wenchu ​​put most of his weight on him, complaining endlessly: "Oh, it hurts so much, it hurts to death .”

Shen Feiyu: "..." I was the one being crushed, why are you hurting?

Luo Wenchu ​​pointed to a figure in front of the door: "Here, did you see that, your uncle is waiting to grab me at the door, if I don't pretend to be seriously injured, he will definitely not let me go."

While talking, Luo Wenchu ​​laughed: "But having said that, your uncle hasn't changed at all. When I was young, my junior sister and I sneaked down the mountain to buy cold cakes, and left him alone in the mountain. Every time we come back, we can I saw him standing outside the door waiting eagerly."

Shen Feiyu was surprised.

Didn't expect such a mean little uncle to have such a past?

Getting closer to the sect, Luo Wenchu ​​tried harder to pretend to be sick, "Feiyu, I saw your uncle in a while, and without a word, I hugged my thigh and cried a few times before apologizing and admitting my mistake. You went down the mountain privately this time, but If you break the disciple agreement, I can't protect you even if I want to."

In fact, it is difficult to protect itself.

Shen Feiyu nodded, feeling bitter.

He Zhixiao took the punishment, and almost all the disciples in the faction have eaten his whip.Shen Feiyu remembered the time when he passed out immediately after coming out of the Discipline Hall. The whip hit him, it was really painful, and the severity of the injury depended on He Zhixiao's mood.

"Are you back?" He Zhixiao glanced at Shen Feiyu with a cold face, "I want to talk to the master, and you go and receive the ten lashes yourself."

Before Shen Feiyu could say anything, Luo Wenchu ​​felt unhappy: "Bajie, you're doing this to my apprentice who I've worked so hard to recover? Look at me, I'm hurt like this."

"Disciples?" He Zhixiao rolled the words on the tip of his tongue and sneered, "Your good disciple Lu Jiming injured more than ten disciples and escaped. Luo Wenchu, you really taught a good disciple. .”

There was a bit of sarcasm in the scrutiny of his eyes that fell on Shen Feiyu: "You don't accept disciples too picky, you just pick up all crooked melons and cracked dates in your pocket?"

"Zhi Xiao." Luo Wenchu ​​shouted, eyebrows drawn and solemn.

He had never shown such a face in front of He Zhixiao.

"Finally stop pretending?" He Zhixiao raised his eyebrows and scoffed. His targeting of Shen Feiyu was not without source. At first, it was because Shen Feiyu's own talent was limited, and he was always at the bottom of the group. Later, it was because of the deficit economy, Shen Feiyu then Among the first batch of tailoring disciples that He Zhixiao thought of, in the end, people ran away and ran away. Luo Wenchu, as the head of the sect, had to go after him personally. The sect lacked a large force, so Lu Jiming could almost be said to have no obstacles escaped from Feiping Mountain.

How can this make him angry?Especially just now, when he learned that Shen Feiyu had become Luo Wenchu's No.5 direct disciple, He Zhixiao looked at Shen Feiyu who was hiding behind Luo Wenchu's side timidly, his heart turned cold, and he said three words expressionlessly: "Two Ten whips."

"Brother, you..."

"Thirty whips."

Luo Wenchu ​​stared and was speechless.

"Still leaving? Do you want to receive ten more lashes?" After He Zhixiao finished speaking, Shen Feiyu hastily left.

After Shen Feiyu left, Luo Wenchu ​​frowned and reproached, "You scared my fish away."

He Zhixiao: "..."

After a while, he put away his uneasy look and glanced at Luo Wenchu.

Luo Wenchu ​​straightened his face immediately: "What exactly happened, you didn't explain clearly in your letter."

He Zhixiao looked at the overgrown Feiping Mountain, and a gust of wind swirled close to the ground. His voice seemed to follow the gust of wind, fluctuating up and down, making it difficult to fathom the emotion in it.

"Senior brother, I'm afraid this martial arts world will not be peaceful anymore."