farce a ups and downs

Like Shen Mingyu and Yang Xian, upon receiving the news from He Zhixiao, Master Luo and Chen also thought that it was Qu Jingzhi who stopped them, but when they reached the gate of the city, they realized it was not.

It was a man wearing a purple brocade robe. From the back view, there was no aura of a martial artist on his body. His lower body was floating and his legs were dangling. When he got closer, he could see his face clearly. At best, it can be said that the facial features are correct, neither white nor black, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, without any special characteristics.

The two masters and apprentices met He Zhixiao and others smoothly.

Except for those guarding the sect, the rest of the Lingjue sect disciples rushed to Liuzhou.After a few months, all the disciples couldn't help being overwhelmed with emotion when they saw the master again. They immediately shouted "Master Master" in unison, with such momentum that passers-by cast their curious eyes.

It was the first time for many disciples to come to Liuzhou City, and their eyes slipped past the vendors' stalls from time to time, and they couldn't help being startled when they fell on the master again.

How should I put it, I haven't seen him for a few months, but something has changed on Sect Master Luo.

In the past, the head of the sect always had his eyes downcast, with a casual smile on his face, and when he reached a certain level of slovenliness, he became casual and free and easy, but now, that carefree atmosphere has disappeared, and it has transformed into a more deep and introverted character. To be watched by those black eyes makes one involuntarily feel a sense of surrender.

Sweeping the audience, seeing that the disciples were all as quiet as quails, neither making noise nor glancing around, Luo Wenchu ​​smiled in satisfaction, and patted He Zhixiao on the shoulder: "Junior Brother, thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard," He Zhixiao said with a trace of embarrassment in his voice, "...but you'd better deal with this person for me."

I saw the man who called himself "Young Master of the Qu Family" screamed a few times, and then he lay down on the ground and began to beat the ground: "Ah, do you hate me so much? You didn't even take a look at me before you left. You are so cruel!"

People blocked the main road, and Ling Jue sent everyone to leave but couldn't, and a circle of good people gradually surrounded them.

"Ham, Mr. Qu looks like this, he is really a fool."

"There is no one who can misidentify people and animals."

"..."

Shen Feiyu turned his eyes slightly, and asked the people around him: "Brother Wang, you said this is 'Mr. Qu'? But that Qu from the Qu family?"

"Ah? Yes, it's Qu Rulin, Mr. Qu." The middle-aged man who was called was stunned for a while before he realized, "Little brother, how do you know my surname is Wang? Hey, that's not right—this brother, look It looks familiar, but we are a distinguished guest of Mizhuang?"

"The younger generation is just an insignificant person." With a smile, Shen Feiyu asked about Qu Rulin's background.

Brother Wang frowned, "Qu Rulin was originally a relative of the Qu family. Two years ago, his family migrated and came here to join him. The third son of the Qu family was not in Liuzhou City all the year round. The old master Qu missed his children and grandchildren, so he asked Qu Rulin to stay behind. Who would have known that Qu Rulin's black-hearted parents stole the Qu family's jewelry and jade articles and fled that night, leaving behind a foolish son!"

Shen Feiyu nodded, thinking so, no wonder he didn't even know there was such a character in the Qu family.

In the end, Qu Rulin was accepted by the kind-hearted old man of the Qu family, but his parents were hunted down by officers and soldiers and thrown into prison, and they would not be released unless they were locked up for six or seven years.

"Little brother, have we really never met?" Brother Wang still didn't give up. He was the accountant of Mizhuang and had a good memory. The young man in front of him gave him a vague sense of familiarity, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him.

Shen Feiyu showed a helpless smile, "Maybe we have really met somewhere."

In the natural disaster that year, it was rare for Mr. Shen to be outstanding. Shen Minglang covered his mouth and asked him to be responsible for the distribution of food and medicine for the refugees. Well, this Wang accountant is really powerful. I just followed him into the rice warehouse to take a look, but he still had an impression of me.

In a blink of an eye, within a few minutes of his conversation, Qu Rulin had already crawled to He Zhixiao's feet, and even reached out to pull the hem of his clothes, yelling: "Ah, ah, ah, don't leave, okay?" Okay, don't leave, just stay with Rulin."

"You try whining again!" He Zhixiao held the whip in his hands at some point, seeing the shame and indignation on his face, it was as if Lin would whine again, even if he tried his best to smash it again, he would whip him to death.

If Luo Wenchu ​​hadn't stopped him, perhaps it would be Qu Rulin's body that appeared in front of Shen Feiyu now.

After thanking Wang's accountant, Shen Feiyu hurried over and told everyone what he had found out.

He Zhixiao said angrily, "Ask, what the hell is it?"

"I asked, it was a dog raised by Qu Rulin, who died half a year ago."

He Zhixiao: "..."

With a sound of swiping, the whip pierced through the air and threw out a sharp arc.

"Okay, junior brother, why bother with a fool, don't you think so?" Luo Wenchu ​​smiled and moved He Zhixiao's hand away anxiously, so that he would not hurt any innocent people with his whip.

"Ah, you are so fierce, I won't play with you anymore, I don't want you anymore! Hmph!" Qu Rulin is only a three-year-old child now, and his eyes lit up suddenly while crying, "Jin Ge!"

Shen Feiyu didn't pay attention to it at first, until a black shadow leaped in front of him, he subconsciously pressed the soft sword on his waist, but worried whether the sword would hurt someone, the result of distraction was that he was completely embraced by Qu Rulin .

"Jin Ge, you're back! I miss you so much!" Qu Rulin was still rubbing his face.

When Shen Mingyu and Yang Xian rushed to the gate of the city, they saw such a scene.

Luo Wenchu ​​and Shen Mingyu turned black at the same time.

One drew the fan, the other drew the sword, and for a moment, the speed was even the same.

In the end, the wooden fan arrived one step earlier.

It was too late and then quickly, the edge of the fan barely brushed against the fabric of Qu Rulin's back, and in the next second, Qu Rulin slid forward, no more, no less, just ingeniously avoiding the blow.

Luo Wenchu ​​withdrew his offensive and looked at the wooden fan in his hand with a solemn expression.

The feeling just now is very wrong.Was this Qu Rulin's unintentional action, or did he detect and avoid it in advance?Is he really a fool who doesn't understand anything?

He looked at Qu Rulin, but the latter didn't respond to his inquiry at all, and hugged Shen Feiyu happily: "Jin Ge Jin Ge! I've caught you, don't fly away!"

Just because Luo Wenchu ​​stopped, it doesn't mean that the other person on the field will stop.

"Qu Rulin, let go of my brother!"

Shen Feiyu looked at the sound, took a deep breath, and snapped, "Mingyu, stop!"

The momentum of the sword is always the same.

Qu Rulin hugged him so tightly that Shen Feiyu couldn't breathe. Since he couldn't break free, he had no choice but to wrap his arms around his waist, exert strength from his back and legs at the same time, and hugged him for half a circle, avoiding him. Jianmang.

Stabbing the air with a sword, Shen Mingyu said angrily: "Brother!? You let this idiot touch you? Do you know him... How long has it been since he took a bath! It stinks to death, like a beggar, you still hug him?"

Shen Feiyu: "..."

He didn't smell anything at first, but after hearing Shen Mingyu's words, he suddenly smelled it.

Qu Rulin seemed to know that he had just been rescued by "Jin Ge", he smirked, "Jinge Jin Ge, let's make up, I will never lock you in a cage again."

Luo Wenchu ​​took a step forward with lightning speed, and knocked twice on the back of Qu Rulin's hands, wrists, and elbows. The beating with inner strength soon made Qu Rulin's arms go numb. Release the grip on Shen Feiyu.

"You stole my golden goose!"

Qu Rulin puffed up his face, and stared at Luo Wenchu ​​viciously: "I want you to die."

After saying this, everyone noticed that the surrounding air seemed to be two degrees colder.

Luo Wenchu ​​didn't panic at all, and calmly opened the folding fan, the fan surface opened bit by bit, there were 22 slight "poof" sounds in succession, the fan surface was not carved, it was so ordinary that it seemed to be just 22 sharp pieces of wood pieced together Together.

But Shen Feiyu knew what kind of killing weapon it was.

As long as his master thinks, the light brown wooden fan can be dyed a magnificent red in an instant.

No one spoke, and the atmosphere was so dull and silent that the heartbeats of the crowd could be heard. Those who didn't know would never have imagined that the head of the majestic Lingjue Sect would confront a fool for a disciple.

Suddenly, Luo Wenchu ​​moved.

He took a step forward, speaking calmly as if he was talking about today's disciple's sword practice.

"If your Excellency is looking for your life, there is still a way to survive."

"If you are aiming at the people below, I'm sorry, this way will not work."

To the disappointment of the onlookers, they failed to see the former martial arts legend make a move.

Just when everyone thought there was going to be a duel, people from the Qu family came and took away their young relative. village.

Shen Feiyu thought for a long time, and asked Luo Wenchu: "Master, what do you think the Jin Ge he is talking about?"

Luo Wenchu ​​didn't know either.

At this time, Yang Xian, who had never made a sound, said, "It's a golden eagle raised by him." After a pause, Yang Xian continued, "But after the golden eagle was caught, he broke its wings. , locked in a cage, and died within half a month."

Thinking of Qu Rulin's words just now, Luo Wenchu ​​squinted his eyes, and the cold light in his eyes flew by.

"Let's reminisce about the past," seeing Yang Xian's eye contact with the young apprentice, commonly known as "eye contact", Luo Wenchu ​​thought in his heart that if he was jealous, it would be enough for him to drink a pot. "Settle down your uncle and the others first."

"Yes."

After arranging He Zhixiao and all the senior brothers to go to the inn to rest, Shen Feiyu was dragged out by Yang Xian.

Towards noon, the sun is not very bright, passing through the corners of the eaves, and falling on the corridor corridor, in the light beam, countless fine dust flies and chases, floating is the journey, and falling is the end.

It is rare for Yang Xian to be as demure as her name: "Three years ago, what happened?"

Few of Shen Feiyu's daughters in Liuzhou's aristocratic family can talk to each other. Miss Yang Er is one of them. This girl has a violent temper since she was a child, like a wild horse that has run wild. Only when she is facing Shen Feiyu can she not stick her hooves. .Not to mention that the two of them have another layer of relationship - their parents are referring to marriage, and the family is married.

Shen Feiyu raised his eyelids and glanced at her, his tone was particularly relaxed: "Ask me if you guessed it?"

Yang Xian smashed her skills in a second, raised her leg and kicked Shen Feiyu: "I just want to get the real answer from you? I know I guessed it right, but no one is sure that it is also a kind of loneliness."

Shen Feiyu smiled and didn't answer.

Yang Xian looked at him and looked him up and down: "Shen Feiyu, I haven't seen you for a while, but you have changed a lot."

Shen Feiyu tilted her head in doubt.

"It's a good thing," Yang Xian muttered, and naturally brought up the topic, "Have you encountered any anecdotes in the past few years since you left?"

Shen Feiyu thought for a moment and said: "After leaving Liuzhou City, I went to Xuyu Mountain, where..."

The two didn't avoid anyone, the first thing Luo Wen saw was the young man leaning on the railing, talking in a low voice.

The sunlight softened the young man's eyebrows, Luo Wenchu ​​stood quietly for a few seconds, and then went to another room with He Zhixiao.

After Luo Wenchu ​​left with He Zhixiao, Yang Xian interrupted Shen Feiyu: "You divorced me a few years ago because of your master, right?"

Shen Feiyu was startled, and then she nodded and admitted without hiding.

Back then, the Shen family and the Yang family wanted to marry each other, but Shen Mingyu refused to be restrained, so the matter of marrying the Yang family fell on Shen Feiyu.

He has no affection for Yang Xian, and as it happens, Yang Xian has no affection for him either.

According to Yang Xian's words: "I only have mother-child love for you."

At that time, the two secretly came to the restaurant to discuss countermeasures because of the marriage, and decided to temporarily obey the arrangement of the family. After they became adults, they were able to control their own lives and then proposed to divorce at the same time.

Yang Xian took a sip of wine and said, "My parents' finger marriage has completely curtailed the freedom of love, so I won't do it!" After a while, as if suddenly thinking of something, Yang Xian asked, "Shen Feiyu, what about you? Why do you want to divorce? Miss Ben is such a nice person, you don't even like it? Could it be...you have someone in your heart?"

Yang Xian has a fiery personality, but she is not like those straight-minded people. She knows how to prepare dishes and has a beautiful face. She is very popular with the children of the family and has many suitors. She said this , neither of them found it strange.

The young man sitting across from her was holding a wine glass, whether he was drunk or because of the girl's words, his face was flushed, his eyes were clear and bright, filled with broken light.

He whispered: "No, there is no one in my heart."

Yang Xian squinted her eyes, swept away his wine glass, and put two wine jars in front of him: "You're not telling the truth, are you? You still want to get away with this lady?"

Shen Feiyu blinked, and a trace of nervousness flashed in her dark eyes: "Yang Xian, you know, I can't hold alcohol..."

"There's so much nonsense, you don't want to leave until you finish drinking, and it's useless if Hongying comes."

Shen Feiyu looked at the wine jar in embarrassment, then at Yang Xian, and finally resigned.

After drinking two jars of wine, the hot feeling burned all the way into the stomach.

Shen Feiyu tasted drunkenness for the first time, but he himself has no memory.

Later, I heard from Yang Xian that when he was drunk, he was very sincere, asking and answering, did anyone know clearly in his heart, Shen Feiyu knew that he had been tricked by Yang Xian, but Yang Xian didn't ask anything afterwards, which made Shen Feiyu feel relaxed Little, let’s leave this matter aside for the time being.

The only benefit of being drunk this time is probably that Shen Feiyu deliberately exercised his drinking capacity, and after a long time, he was drunk by his master and never got drunk again.

Thinking of the past, Shen Feiyu's brows and eyes softened a lot, and then thinking about what happened at the gate of the city in the morning, her face darkened: "By the way, how much do you know about Qu Rulin?"

Yang Xian shrugged: "A relative of the Qu family came to Liuzhou suddenly two years ago. His parents committed crimes and left him behind. As you can see, he is a fool. He usually kept some small animals, but they all died soon. You care about him so much, what's wrong with him?"

Shen Feiyu shook her head: "I can't tell, he gave me a very strange feeling."

"It's just a fool. Even if there is a problem, how big a problem can it be? Can it kill people or set fire to it? You came back this time to participate in the sword-questioning conference. Don't worry, now that Liuzhou City's masters are gathered, even if something happens, In front of so many masters, can you still turn out the flowers?"

Shen Feiyu raised the corner of her mouth, seeming to be convinced.