farce a ups and downs

On the other side, as soon as Luo Wenchu ​​and He Zhixiao entered the door, they both straightened their faces.

"It's not clear in the letter." He Zhixiao lifted his clothes, sat down first, poured two cups of tea, looked up at Luo Wenchu, "tell me carefully."

Luo Wen took a sip of tea at the beginning, thinking about where to start.

After a while, he put down his teacup, spoke slowly, and told He Zhixiao roughly what happened on the road. When he talked about going to the Demon Sect to find Ye Han, He Zhixiao raised his hand to interrupt him.

"Wait, wait," He Zhixiao said incredulously, "How can you be sure that the disciples of the Devil's Cult who are active in the Central Plains are not sent by Ye Han? What if he has joined forces with Lu Jiming to set us up?"

"The water is not muddy enough now." Luo Wenchu ​​tapped the edge of the table lightly, and turned his gaze to He Zhixiao, "If he made a move, the current situation would definitely not be like this... There is still room for change."

Moreover, Ye Han might not be interested in disrupting the Central Plains, he didn't say this, for fear of making his junior brother unhappy.

Sure enough, He Zhixiao raised his eyebrows as soon as he heard it, and his tone was harsh and bitter: "Are you raising the enemy's ambition?"

"No, just tell the truth."

"Luo Wenchu, don't forget, we have a sworn feud with the Demon Cult!"

"But Junior Brother," Luo Wenchu ​​lowered his eyes, "The object of our hatred should be the Demon Cult led by Ye Fei."

"The Devil's Cult is the Devil's Cult!" He Zhixiao suddenly raised his voice, "Luo Wenchu, let me remind you, you are the head of the Lingjue Sect, the top celebrity list, and a leader in martial arts, and you should never be with him."

"Zhi Xiao, you yell so loudly, do you want the whole world to know?"

"You——you are such a bastard." He Zhixiao was furious, and the person in front of him always maintained an indifferent appearance, which was even more irritating. Before he could continue talking, the door opened A small gap was opened, and Shen Feiyu poked half of his head in.

"I talked to your master about secrecy in the sect, so don't go out yet!"

As expected, the apprentices taught by the casual masters are not big or small. He Zhixiao casually picked up the teacup on the table and threw it towards the door.

As soon as the teacup was out of his hand, Luo Wenchu ​​raised his hand to stop him: "Zhi Xiao, the teacup is innocent."

He Zhixiao: "..."

"Feiyu is also innocent," Luo Wenchu ​​said, "He knocked on the door just now, but you didn't hear me, so I let him in."

"..."

Does this guardian apprentice dare to be more daring?

He Zhixiao rolled his eyes, didn't bother to talk to him, got up to leave.

"Zhi Xiao no longer sit around?"

"Anyway, you've always had ideas since you were a child, and I'm too lazy to care about them," He Zhixiao walked out of the gate and passed Shen Feiyu, "I can't care about it either."

When Shen Feiyu entered the door, her expression was still a little uneasy: "Master, did I disturb you and uncle?"

"It's okay." Luo Wenchu ​​pulled him to sit beside him, "Your uncle has always been like that, and if there is anything wrong with it, his eyebrows will go up to the sky... Your beauty is gone?"

"It's not a beauty." Shen Feiyu corrected, "It's a green plum."

Luo Wenchu's face remained unchanged, "Oh, childhood sweetheart, childhood sweetheart, I understand it as a teacher."

Shen Feiyu squinted, eyes full of narrow smiles, "She is still my disciple's fiancée."

Luo Wenchu's expression finally changed.

"The family is married, and my father wanted to point her to Mingyu, but Mingyu refused, so Mrs. Shen asked me to replace him." Before Luo Wenchu ​​could speak, Shen Feiyu took the initiative to explain, "I made an agreement with Yang Xian, When the two of us are adults, we will come to the door and withdraw the engagement."

Luo Wenchu ​​became jealous calmly: "Then what if she refuses? My little Feiyu is so nice, doesn't it mean she doesn't like it at all? By the way, there is also the former Qingwan, the daughter of Yangzhou Fangfu... …Oh, and Lin Sheng’s younger sister. Tsk, there are quite a lot.”

The color on the little apprentice's face suddenly became very exciting.

Luo Wenchu ​​thought: This aged vinegar tastes quite delicious.

Shen Feiyu was actually a little helpless, and he had been secretly troubled by this. Sometimes it is not a good thing to be too attractive, especially when the person next to him is still an invisible vinegar vat.

"I really don't know if I like it or not," Shen Feiyu carefully considered his words while looking at Luo Wenchu's face, "They may have friendship with disciples, but this friendship is not like that of Master."

"What am I like?"

Shen Feiyu was very clear about what the other party had in mind, and she didn't want him to do so.

"It's not as good as Master, who attracts women's love."

Luo Wenchu: "..."

"The few duels at the master's sword-questioning meeting back then were shocking, and the women who liked and loved you lined up from Liuzhou to Yangzhou," Shen Fei sighed, "Feiyu is really ashamed of himself."

Luo Wenchu: "?"

The apprentice's wings are stiff and dare to ride on the head of the master?

After a while, Luo Wenchu ​​squinted his eyes and smiled brightly: "It's not jade."

Seeing the other party's face getting closer and closer, Shen Feiyu shook her body and motioned the other party to look out the window, "Master, it's still daytime, so it's necessary."

Who knows that the other party sneered and stretched out his long arms, "When the love is strong, when can't it be?"

Half an hour later, a spirit fox that was out looking for food jumped in through the window, licked the fur on the back of its neck, and after licking for a while, found that the room was empty, then looked at the bed curtain that had been put down, tilted its head, and began to focus on nothing else again. licking fur.

He Zhixiao sent his disciples to Shenzhuang to send greeting cards, firstly to inform the other party that the Lingjue faction had arrived in Liuzhou City, secondly to provide the list of participants for the meeting, and thirdly to ask about the start time of the meeting.

The time of each conference is not fixed, most of which are due to weather factors, Shen Minglang will ask people to survey and calculate, and after confirming a good day, they will distribute invitations to each sect uniformly.The number of competitions will be announced the day before the conference.

In the evening, the disciple returned to the inn, and at the same time brought back Shen Zhuang's entry card.

The meeting was scheduled for three days later, and if it was later, the weather would be completely cold, and the sects that were far away from Liuzhou City would have to go back through the wind and snow.

At night, the lights of each house were turned off one by one, and Liuzhou City gradually became a quiet city. Shen Feiyu climbed to the roof of the inn in a coat, with a spirit fox in her arms. Two months later, the body of the spirit fox gradually elongated , the fur was glowing finely, lying on Shen Feiyu's stomach like a blanket at this time, the fluffy and soft tail was gently resting on the side of the waist, arching and arching, as if it was tickling Shen Feiyu.

Shen Feiyu grabbed its restless tail, Luo Wenchu ​​took over and tied it.

Linghu opened his mouth, and bit his small fangs on Luo Wenchu's clothes, poking two holes. Luo Wenchu's hands were itchy, and he lifted Linghu from Shen Feiyu's arms.

"Hiss—you little bastard."

Linghu groaned and swung his limbs, trying to break free from the opponent's grip, but to no avail, he stretched out his front paws to reach Shen Feiyu.

Shen Feiyu held its paw, and lightly swept over the tip of the paw. Linghu looked at him innocently: "Aw, aw."

The sound is a bit like a baby crying.

"Master, let it go." Xu Shiyefeng was too cold, so he realized that he was hoarse when he opened his throat.

Luo Wenchu ​​threw away Linghu in disgust, took off his coat and put it on for Shen Feiyu, "It's late at night, I must come up to see the stars."

"Didn't Master say that?"

"Did I say that?" Luo Wenchu's appearance fully explained what it means to be stupid, "It's impossible for me to say that."

Shen Feiyu blinked, because Luo Wenchu's chest was close in front of him because of the cloak, Shen Feiyu thought for a moment, then suddenly raised her head and gnawed on the other's smooth chin.

It is rare for an apprentice to take the initiative, but Luo Wenchu ​​was more surprised than surprised at this time.Lowering his head to meet Shen Feiyu's gaze, Luo Wenchu's gaze shifted, and he peered down from the other's loose skirt. The bruises on the fair skin gradually became clear as his gaze deepened.

Luo Wenchu ​​looked up and coughed twice, "Are you satisfied?"

Shen Feiyu let go of him, twitched the corners of her lips, and said with a bit of aggrieved tone, "Master let me at least once."

Looking at this appearance, Luo Wenchu ​​couldn't help but wonder if the little apprentice had become a coquettish and arrogant.

"Let you what?"

Shen Feiyu didn't speak, but his eyes were presumptuously looking at his chest and abdomen hidden under the thin coat.

Luo Wenchu ​​reacted with an unpredictable smile: "Next time."

Shen Feiyu paused, and muttered, "Master's mouth is a deceiving ghost."

"What did you say?"

"I said yes, Master must remember what he promised today."

"Well, I remember it all." Luo Wenchu ​​smiled softly, and an unknown storm was brewing in his eyes as dark as the night.

Shen Feiyu, who was in the center of the storm, seemed to be aware of it, but after being presumptuous for half a day and blowing the cold wind all night, his mind was filled with mud, and he turned around and forgot about the slightest thing that was wrong.

"By the way, Master, how many people are there in this faction participating in the meeting?"

Luo Wenchu ​​handed over the matter of the list to He Zhixiao, and only asked for one thing, "I asked your uncle to add your name."

"Me?" It's impossible not to be surprised, Shen Feiyu has no obsession with becoming famous, not to mention, he doesn't want to appear in front of Shen Minglang and others under such circumstances.

"Doesn't Feiyu want to test his achievements over the past three years?"

"I can't do it," Shen Feiyu said subconsciously, "I'm the tail of the crane in the sect, and I'm even less practiced after leaving the sect..."

There was a sudden pain in his forehead.Shen Feiyu hugged her head and hid a little away.

"return."

Shen Feiyu paused, then moved back to the original place with her head in her arms.

"Do you still remember what I said to you as a teacher?" Luo Wenchu ​​put on a straight face, his eyes were contemptuous, "Don't be arrogant and complacent, and don't underestimate yourself."

"Then master thinks, how many rounds can the disciple survive in this conference?"

The sword-questioning tournament has always been an elimination system, and only with continuous victories can one build success.

Luo Wenchu ​​stroked his chin and spit out a word: "Two..."

Shen Feiyu's eyes widened, and she couldn't believe that this was how Master made things up.

"Ten rounds."

Shen Feiyu: "..."

The conference with the largest number of people in the history only had ten rounds, but his master was good enough to directly complete thirty rounds.

"The disciple went back to his room to sleep first, and the master also went to bed earlier."

Luo Wenchu ​​didn't stop him.

When the wind blows enough, Luo Wenchu ​​slowly got up and went back to his room, but he didn't find Shen Feiyu's shadow. He walked around the corridor and found the young apprentice in the courtyard.

The darkness of the sky faded away, and a ray of light dispelled the thick blackness. The light spread and reflected on the blade of the sword, like a ray of snow, covering the entire line of sight.

Shen Feiyu in the courtyard raised his head as if feeling something, just in time to see the back of Luo Wenchu ​​leaving.

The young man in white pursed his lips, put aside distracting thoughts, and united his mind and mind. The soft sword in his hand turned into a dragon and snake dancing wildly again, and the sword moved like the wind.

When Luo Wenchu ​​came back, he had an extra jug of wine in hand.

In this dark morning, before dawn, Luo Wenchu ​​sat leaning on the railing, drinking for himself, his gaze sometimes fell on the wine cup, and sometimes looked at the sword practitioners in the courtyard.

The light finally illuminated the entirety of the small courtyard, and the sunlight shivered and poured, all of which fell on the young man in white who was practicing sword.

At this moment, he seemed to have become a light.