farce a ups and downs

After the first day of the Sword-Questioning Conference, the Lingjue Sect has advanced to the next round with as many as 15 people, which is far beyond the expectations of other sects. In their view, Luo Wenchu ​​retreated to Feiping Mountain and did not care about world affairs. No matter how polished he is, the disciples trained by him should be similar to him, but it is the Lingjue Sect's intentional isolation from the world that makes the disciples of the sect able to endure loneliness and boring life.

Without any entertainment, you can only practice swords, practice swords, practice swords.

There are few opportunities to compete with outside masters, so the internal sect fights each other, and the monthly intra-pai competition is the best step for all disciples to progress.

As the head of a sect, Luo Wenchu ​​had dereliction of duty, but the existence of He Zhixiao filled in all possible loopholes in the sect.Therefore most of the disciples in the sect were afraid that He Zhixiao would surpass Luo Wenchu.

Tonight was supposed to be the celebration night for the disciples of the Lingjue sect. They had been bored in the mountains for too long, and almost forgot that the original intention of joining the sect was to practice peerless martial arts and become famous all over the world. Today, they suddenly became popular. Seeing the livid faces of the other sect masters, let alone how happy they were, after drinking for three rounds, just when the wine was in full swing, He Zhixiao called out coldly "Tomorrow will not compare" to bring back the minds of all the disciples.

The cruelty of the Sword Asking Tournament does not lie in its elimination system, but in one round after another, without any rest at all. If you try your best in the first competition, even if you win, it may be difficult for you to perform well in the next few competitions. due level.At this point, Shen Feiyu fought steadily, neither making a killer move nor getting overtired, the time for the test was much less than the usual time for sword practice, and the opponent was slightly inferior, so his physical strength was also saved.

After being reminded by He Zhixiao, all the disciples became more awake.

Luo Wenchu ​​took a sip of wine, "Although spirits are good, drinking too much can hurt your health."

Shen Feiyu gave him a sideways look, and Luo Wenchu ​​hastily put the wine glass away, and while the others weren't paying attention, he took the little apprentice's hand and clasped it in his palm.

In the intimate touch in public, Shen Feiyu moved her fingertips uncomfortably, and being held down firmly, she kicked Luo Wenchu ​​under the table involuntarily.

Zuo Ermao hummed: "Who kicked me?"

Someone next to him replied: "Who kicked you when you were full?"

"I clearly felt someone kick me."

Luo Wenchu ​​covered the corners of his mouth and smiled, and said to Zuo Ermao, "Perhaps a wild cat from outside jumped in."

The head of the sect has spoken, Zuo Ermao can only keep his doubts in his stomach no matter how confused he is.

After paying for the wine, Luo Wenchu ​​and Shen Feiyu deliberately stayed at the end of the line.

"It's not good to kick people casually, don't you think, little wild cat?"

The ambiguous breath was close at hand, provocative enough, Shen Feiyu's ears turned red bit by bit, and the light shone on, a crimson color, which aroused imagination.

Luo Wenchu ​​felt itchy at the first glance, and caught a glimpse of a dark alley diagonally ahead, and was about to turn someone into it, when He Zhixiao walked over.

At this moment, Shen Feiyu broke away from Luo Wenchu's restraint, quickly caught up with the senior brother in front, and blended into the team.

Just now at the checkout, Luo Wenchu ​​saw He Zhixiao's heartbroken expression, and after thinking about it, he understood what He Zhixiao wanted to say.

"How much more?" he asked.

"Support one month at most." Paizhong's deficit economy has never improved, otherwise He Zhixiao would not have moved his mind to cut out disciples at the beginning, "If you can win the final victory in the second stage, then the current poverty will be counted. Nothing."

"What if I lose?"

"I will kill you." In the darkness, He Zhixiao stared directly at Luo Wenchu ​​with icy eyes, and said word by word, "Then disband the Lingjue faction, and then commit suicide."

"Junior brother can't," Luo Wenchu ​​spread out the wooden fan with a bang, and moved away from He Zhixiao, "I already have my own heart, and this action of junior brother is a sacrifice for love. You don't need to care about your own reputation, but I can't."

It was the first time He Zhixiao told a bad joke after living for so many years: "...can you try saying something again?"

Luo Wenchu ​​coughed twice, and was about to speak, when the line ahead suddenly stopped, Luo Wenchu ​​swallowed his unspoken words, his gaze swept across the crowd, and fixed on the person blocking the way.

The visitor wore a brocade and jade robe, and the silver thread embroidered on the sleeves flowed quietly like the moonlight in the dark night.

He had a good appearance, but his expression was too cold, his eyes were slightly upward, exuding a sense of arrogance.

Shen Feiyu looked at him helplessly, "Mingyu."

Shen Mingyu snorted: "Father asked me to come find you."

At this time, someone has already recognized Shen Mingyu's identity, and thinking of the exclamations from the audience stage from time to time, the expressions of the disciples of the Ling Jue sect were as if they suddenly learned a shocking secret, and there was a bit of inconceivable surprise in their astonishment: they are usually meek and soft. The little junior brother who was bullying turned out to be the eldest son of Shen Zhuang!

Shen Feiyu didn't care about the raging fire of gossip in the eyes of the senior brothers, pursed his lips, and said, "Is there anything you can talk about after the meeting is over."

"Shen Feiyu, you—" the arrogant young man's expression almost burst into flames, and he was worried that the other party had a brother from the same sect present, so he dragged him into the dark and whispered, "Do you know that today you almost couldn't Got promoted."

To Shen Mingyu's surprise, the eldest brother just lowered his eyes and sighed: "I guessed it."

"Wen Renke, Xu Weng, and Liu Chuifeng were bribed by mother, so they wouldn't give you any points," Shen Mingyu said with a smug smile on his lips, waiting for Shen Feiyu to ask, but a second, two seconds passed... Shen Feiyu was still With that tepid expression, Shen Mingyu was discouraged, "Don't you want to know why Xu Weng gave you points?"

"Since you said it, it must have something to do with you," Shen Feiyu looked at him calmly, "If you want to persuade me to go back because of this, I—"

Before he finished speaking, he was pulled into an embrace.

The arrogant young man in front of outsiders held his waist tightly, buried his head on his neck, and said in a muffled voice, "I don't want to threaten you, I just want you to go home...Brother, it's been three years, I beg you!" You, come back."

At the end, there was a trace of weeping.

Shen Feiyu only felt that the softest part of her chest had been squeezed hard, and her whole body was about to be overwhelmed by the tide of guilt.

After a while, he slowly raised his hand and patted the young man on the back.

Ling Jue, who watched the excitement around and didn't think it was a big deal, whistled and lamented the deep brotherly love. Only Luo Wenchu's face turned dark. He came to the front of the team, just in time to see Shen Mingyu raised his head from Shen Feiyu's neck. The moment her eyes were glued, Shen Mingyu raised the corners of her lips and mouthed to him:

"Brother is mine, don't even think about it."

Luo Wenchu: Tsk!This bastard.

In the end, Shen Feiyu agreed to his younger brother to go home and see his father, and he would return soon.No matter how dissatisfied Luo Wenchu ​​was, he could only respond with a smile.

When the two brothers left, Shen Mingyu turned a hand behind his back and gave him a middle finger. It was obvious that Luo Wenchu ​​wanted to rush up and break his finger off.

Shen Zhuang has hardly changed.

The grand and vast venue like the Sword Discourse Arena, which can accommodate thousands of people, is just an inconspicuous place in the village.Living in the village for more than ten years, Shen Feiyu has not been able to figure out every corner of the village. At this moment, Shen Mingyu deliberately picks the way to lead him away. The scenery in front of him is like an unfolding scroll, and he never knows what will happen in the next second.

"Brother, sweet-scented osmanthus is planted over there. I remember you like to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and you have asked someone to make it."

"Brother, you always say that summer is too hot. Look over there. I purposely opened up a pond and built a gazebo. In summer, you can still see water lilies. It's not far from your yard... By the way, I I also transplanted a nest of grape vines in your yard and made it into a green shed for shade, and, you are afraid of the dark, I..."

Shen Feiyu couldn't help interrupting him: "You did all of this?"

"of course."

Shen Feiyu glanced behind him.

Shen Mingyu didn't understand, so: "Brother, what are you looking at?"

"See if your tail is up now."

Under Shen Feiyu's gaze, Shen Mingyu curled her lips: "Okay, the servant did it, and I will provide ideas."

The three servants of Shenzhuang who were patrolling the night with lanterns saw Shen Mingyu standing side by side, bowed their heads and saluted: "I have seen you, young master." The three of them saluted and were about to leave, but they were stopped by Shen Mingyu. What are your orders?"

Shen Mingyu put on a straight face: "Why don't you say hello when you see Eldest Young Master?"

The three servants raised their heads in a daze. Most of Shen Feiyu's body was blocked by Shen Mingyu. I know Mount Tai, but I don’t know that the young master is back, so I ask the young master to punish him.”

These three people were all working under Shen Yu's subordinates. Shen Mingyu was about to take the opportunity to remind his mother, but was unexpectedly grabbed by Shen Feiyu.

"Brother, what do you want for them?" Shen Mingyu said dissatisfied, "It's just a servant."

Shen Feiyu frowned and said nothing, Shen Mingyu muttered something, waved and let him go.

"Brother, don't always be so gentle and gentle. You are too soft-tempered and easy to be bullied."

"Isn't it you who bullied me the most when I was young?"

Shen Mingyu called eagerly: "Brother! I was young at that time, so many years have passed, so please forgive me."

Suddenly, Shen Mingyu thought of something, his face changed, and he grabbed Shen Feiyu's hand suddenly, "Brother, that Luo Wenchu ​​didn't bully you, did he?"

Shen Feiyu glanced at him: "He is bullying, what can you do?"

Shen Mingyu's face turned pale, and when he thought of a certain possibility, he gritted his teeth angrily: "That bastard—"

The anger stopped at one finger of the elder brother.

"Shh, don't make a sound."

Shen Feiyu dragged Shen Mingyu behind him indiscriminately, drew his sword and slammed into the bushes three steps away.

The blades of grass swayed and rustled, and the lantern shone, but no one was seen.

"There seems to be someone here just now."

"Brother, are you dazzled?"

Shen Feiyu shook his head. He didn't tell the other party that during the three years in the Lingjue Sect, and along with his master, his judgment on breath became more and more deepened. There was clearly a third person's breathing in the bush just now.

"Go, take me to see Dad."

Originally, he wanted to joke with his elder brother and talk about his life experience in the past few years, but upon hearing that, Shen Mingyu had no choice but to quicken his pace.

After the two left, a thin black shadow walked out from behind the fake rock less than a foot away from the bushes.

The man in black glanced at the direction in which the two brothers left, made a note secretly, and then followed the three servants of Shenzhuang who had passed by on night watch.

The three servants were cursing something in a low voice at this moment.

When they got closer, the people in black could clearly hear them scolding Shen Feiyu.

For a moment, the man in black didn't know what expression to make. It was Shen Mingyu who scolded them, and it was Shen Mingyu who threatened to punish them. In the end, it was Shen Feiyu who took the blame.

"...Didn't you say you disappeared three years ago? Why did you come back again?"

"As long as it has anything to do with him, the young master's temper will become more and more elusive. These years, the young master has lost his temper a lot because of him. We are not the ones who suffer. What a disaster."

The man in black felt curious. These people were only "young masters" and not "second young masters". It seemed that they had tacitly agreed that Shen Zhuang would only have this one master in the future.

"Hell, not long after he was born, his mother died of illness, maybe it really came with disaster."

When this person said this, his expression was calm, while the other two also had normal expressions. The man in black squinted his eyes and looked in the direction where the Shen brothers were leaving.