farce a ups and downs

Shen Feiyu took a beating that was neither painful nor itchy. He was wondering, but soon, the senior brother who punished him solved his doubts: "Earlier today, Uncle He notified in advance that if Junior Brother Shen came to receive the punishment, There is no need for severe punishment. But remember to apply medicine after you go back, and don’t touch water for the first two days to prevent wound infection.”

Shen Feiyu nodded in response.Combined with Luo Wenchu's words, it made him have a different view of the cold-faced and selfless Master He.

When he came back this time, he also found something different.

The student house of the Lingjue Sect is Datong Shop, with a room of ten people. On the night when Shen Feiyu came back, he found that there were two people missing in the house. After waiting for two days, the two senior brothers never came back. Shen Feiyu asked Lin Sanquan to find out , it turned out that the two had quit the sect on their own.

That night, Lin Sanquan was sleeping next to Shen Feiyu, with his hands behind his head and a wooden stick in his mouth, and he sighed no less than ten times: "Junior brother, why are you still coming back? It's great to come back after walking like this for a hundred years. It is to suffer."

"What do you mean, brother?"

"Junior Brother Shen probably doesn't know yet, but a major event happened in the past few days when you were away."

Shen Feiyu looked at the other senior brother who was speaking.This time he left the mountain privately and it was regarded as a reason for the incident, and the brothers didn't know what happened to him at the foot of the mountain.Luo Wenchu ​​had told him not to mention this matter in front of other people. At this moment, Shen Feiyu had no choice but to pretend to be listening.

"Brother, in the past few days when you were away, senior brother, oh no, Lu Jiming, that devil sect spy, took advantage of the absence of the master, injured more than ten disciples, stole sect secrets and fled. Among the ten injured, two disciples Unable to practice martial arts in this life, Master Uncle He gave them a sum of compensation and told them to go down the mountain and go home... The disciples' agreement was clearly written in black and white. Once we enter the sect, the sect will provide protection for our personal safety. Ha, I never imagined that the majestic Lingjue Sect would actually call a Devil Cult spies to be their senior brother for nearly ten years!"

The other disciples in the disciple's house saw someone mention it at first, and they repeatedly echoed and scolded.

They had spent a few days in fear and had nowhere to vent their worries, so they cursed all the more fiercely, as if they were the ones who were hurt.

"It's been four years since I went up the mountain. If you want martial arts but no martial arts, and craftsmanship but no craftsmanship, if you know that Luo Wenchu ​​only teaches his own disciples, why would I come here?"

"Not only that, he even wants to teach the spies of the Devil's Cult. I don't believe that the dignified head will allow people from the Devil's Cult to lurk in the sect for nearly ten years. I think it was originally with the idea of ​​spreading false news to the inside of the Devil's Cult, but Facts have proved that keeping a Devil Cult spy is shooting yourself in the foot!"

The more people talked, the more excited they became, Lin Sanquan spat out the wooden stick and turned to face Shen Feiyu.

Shen Feiyu noticed that there was something strange in his expression, and asked a few words intimately.

"It's okay." Lin Sanquan stretched out his hand and pinched Shen Feiyu's face, "It's just annoying."

Shen Feiyu didn't answer the words, just watched him quietly, the moonlight poured into his eyes from the wooden window, shining brightly.

These calm eyes seem to have a magical power to calm people down.

"Tsk, I'm afraid of you." Lin Sanquan looked distressed, "The day before yesterday, my mother sent me a letter."

His voice was mixed among the angry disciples, and he was so calm that he would miss it if he didn't pay attention.

Shen Feiyu looked at him and blinked to show that he could hear him.

Lin Sanquan spoke slowly: "The letter said that my father's health is failing, and he asked me to go back to the village to learn some handicrafts from the craftsmen so that I can support the family."

"Do you know Feiyu, I don't want to go back, I don't want to go back at all." Lin Sanquan turned over again, turned his back to Shen Feiyu, and said in a dull voice, "Who didn't come to Feiping Mountain with blood and dreams of being a hero? But after all these years, you also know what kind of bird is in the door. Now, this dream is coming to an end before it begins. "

A few days ago, he was the one who told Shen Feiyu that staying in the sect would be a waste of time and leave the mountain as soon as possible. A few days later, it was he who told Shen Feiyu that he didn't want to leave.

The people who came here all had the same dream at the beginning, but the road to pursue the dream is far away, thorns are everywhere, or unexpected disasters come, blocking their dreams, or they stop, or give up and leave, and now they are still walking on the same path. People on a road... After the noise around them receded like a tide, Shen Feiyu looked around, but found no one.

Time is like water, passing quietly, and three days have passed in a blink of an eye.

In the past few days, Luo Wenchu ​​either went down the mountain to get drunk, or locked himself in the Feizhu Hall all day long. Shen Feiyu came to the door many times, but was shut out every time.

The head of the dignified sect, the promises he made are as insignificant as farting, and there is not even a shadow of the promised apprentice ceremony.If it were someone else, he would have come to ask for an explanation from embarrassment, but when this matter fell to Shen Feiyu, he didn't get annoyed or make a fuss, and he still delivered meals to Luo Wenchu ​​every day, and got up before dawn to practice his sword.

On this day, Shen Feiyu was placing the food box outside the Feizhu Hall, when He Zhixiao came with the wind, without even looking at him, he kicked the door in.

"Luo Wenchu!" His voice was stern, and the veins on his neck were twitching. "Get out of here, Luo. Leaving a piece of paper is the solution you've been thinking about for so many days? It doesn't make any sense!"

Only then did Shen Feiyu notice that He Zhixiao was holding a piece of paper in his hand, but it had been pinched and deformed by him.

"Luo Wenchu!"

He Zhixiao yelled several times in a row, but there was no response. Shen Feiyu originally planned to say hello and retreat, but when he saw this, he took a step forward and said, "Uncle, Master, he probably went down the mountain to look for wine again."

He Zhixiao glanced over coldly with a dark face, thought for a while, and raised his finger to Shen Feiyu: "You, go and get him back for me....The dignified sect master, what kind of words are so similar."

At this time, Luo Wenchu, just as Shen Feiyu said, was nestled in the tavern at the foot of the mountain, with a vase of old daughter red on the left, Qiu Lubai on the right, slightly drunken cheeks, and a drunken smirk on his lips, as if he was innocent. Lying on the table like a bone, looking at the storyteller downstairs from the corner of his eyes.

The storyteller had white hair and chicken skin, and Luo Wenchu ​​didn't know if there was a gully in his chest, but the gully was deep in his face.

Don't look at people's appearance like this, once they speak, it's called a spit, and they are in excellent condition.

"Recently there have been rumors in the rivers and lakes that a swordsman who specializes in picking knights on the celebrity list has been born. No one knows his surname and where he came from. He only leaves traces in the major martial arts sects, and once he appears, he will definitely die. Take away a life. In such a big martial arts world, he came and went as he wanted, but even the entire force of the Xiehua Palace and the Xiehua Palace failed to take this person down, and even lost dozens of disciples. Xie Weihe, the owner of the Palace of Flowers, issued a list of influencers and offered a huge reward to this person, no matter whether he died or not, but the news of the swordsman disappeared without a trace."

Some people cheered while others questioned: "What you are talking about is just rumors. Those chivalrous men on the celebrity list are all powerful people. How could they be easily killed by a swordsman of unknown origin? Besides, Xie Weihe made the list , why haven’t we received it here?” He raised his hand and pointed, the billboard standing opposite the tavern hadn’t been changed for several days, and the posts were nothing more than trivial matters, such as Second Aunt Zhang’s lost chicken, spending a lot of money to have a baby medicine, and even bachelors begging for wives.

"Although our Pingai village is a bit remote, there will always be news from outside every once in a while. Sir, are you making up stories to scare us?"

The storyteller shook his head and sighed: "The current martial arts sects have all encountered changes..."

"Cut, brag."

The storyteller was interrupted before he finished speaking.

"Let's not talk about it, it's just here, did something happen to the Ling Jue faction? No, the leader of Renluo ranks first on the celebrity list all year round. If the swordsman wants to step on the blood of others, why doesn't he come here? ?”

"That's right, I think he didn't have the guts to come, and when he encountered this difficult bone of Sect Master Luo, he'd have to grit his teeth."

The storyteller couldn't hold several mouths, so he stroked his beard and pretended to be profound: "If you don't believe me, just take a look."

The listener suddenly felt bored, but at this moment, two pieces of silver were thrown from the second floor, bounced twice on the wooden table in front of the storyteller, and finally jumped into the round bowl containing the reward.Everyone looked up, and saw a sloppy white-clothed man leaning against the railing, shaking his wine glass casually, "Little old man, the story is good, I enjoyed listening to it."

After finishing speaking, the man turned over and jumped down from the second floor of the tavern.

Everyone was amazed.

A diner pinched the thigh of a person who was traveling with him, the person cried out in pain, and then slapped him across the face: "Why are you crazy!"

The diner didn't feel any pain at all, and pointed to the railing on the second floor where the man in white disappeared: "The one just now seems to be the leader of Lingjue School Luo, Luo Wenchu."

The companion didn't believe it: "Don't fool me, I heard that the head of Luo is a famous handsome man with excellent swordsmanship. After the sword-questioning meeting that year, the women who favored him could line up from Liuzhou City to Yangzhou next door. Cheng, although I haven't heard from him for almost ten years, but the man just now is sloppy and doesn't have a sword, so how could it be Luo Wenchu."

The diner suddenly nodded: "You make sense."

In this room, the "man in white" who was talking about it in the crowd turned over and jumped down, bumping into Shen Feiyu head-on, both of them were startled.

"Master, the disciple is here..."

Luo Wenchu ​​waved his hand to cut off his words: "It's just in time, Feiyu will go, I will take you to drink flower wine for the teacher."

"Master, if you don't come back, Master Uncle..."

"Oh, what are you talking about so much, let's go, today you and I, master and apprentice, will not return if we are not drunk!"

Shen Feiyu couldn't resist in the end. Firstly, there was a huge difference in the value of force, and secondly, he couldn't refuse anything Luo Wenchu ​​said, so he just pushed halfway and was taken to Huajie.

Although Ping Ai Village is located in a remote place, there are many things that should be there.

The girls in the flower building were painted with cardamom, and when they saw Luo and Chen, their eyes lit up.

Shen Feiyu only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and countless thin silks covered with powder floated down from the second floor, covering his face, and when he lifted the thin silks, the old bustard in the flower building was looking at him with a smile: "What a handsome little girl!" Young Master, don’t you come here to hold the ‘Coronation Ceremony’.” Saying that, she wanted to reach out to grab his wrist, “Come, come, our girls here will definitely satisfy you.”

"No, I'm not..." Shen Feiyu opened his mouth to argue, but the bustard showed an expression that I understood, and immediately blocked him speechless.

Suddenly, a pair of arms stretched out from behind and embraced him, and the familiar smell immediately filled his body.

Shen Feiyu's heart skipped a beat, and the hair on her back exploded.

"No need," Luo Wenchu's voice came from above his head, laziness with a hint of imperceptible coldness, "Just find a quiet room and take us up there."

The old bustard's eyes flicked back and forth between the two of them. She had been in the building for many years and had never seen any kind of person, so she was only surprised for a moment, and called the girl to take the two of them upstairs.

Walking through the corridor where frolicking and panting come and go, I came to the deepest room on the second floor. The sound insulation effect here is average, but it is already the quietest room in Hualou. up.

Several altars of fine wine were already displayed on the wooden table in the room, Luo Wenchu ​​smacked his lips, impatient to unseal it, and the mellow aroma of the wine instantly filled the room.He took two dishes and filled them up, and at the same time greeted Shen Feiyu: "Feiyu, come quickly."

Looking up, she saw Shen Feiyu standing by the door, not intending to come and sit down at all.

"Feiyu, what are you doing standing there like a mallet, come here quickly, don't be a door god, be good."

Shen Feiyu glanced anxiously at the row of wine jars, "Master, this disciple doesn't drink."

"Don't drink?" Shen Feiyu nodded hastily. She didn't know how Luo Wenchu's brain was growing. After going around for a while, she blurted out, "Not drinking doesn't mean you don't know how to drink. Feiyu, Feiyu, don't play word games with your teacher. .”

Shen Feiyu: "..."

Luo Wenchu ​​raised his eyes, saw that he was still motionless, and a smirk floated on his lips: "Or, do you want to ask me to invite you as a teacher? Hey, well, the little apprentice is indeed more respectable than me. Great to be a master."

After finishing speaking, he really got up and walked towards Shen Feiyu.

"Master, don't! Disciple, come here now."

Who knew what would happen if Luo Wenchu ​​came over to "please".Shen Feiyu bit the bullet and walked over.As soon as he approached, Luo Wenchu ​​grabbed and pulled him with his long arms, directly pulling him to the futon beside him.

"Disobedient, come, drink three bowls first."

"Master..."

"Six bowls."

Shen Feiyu: "..."

Scabbed whiplash seemed to ache.

This familiar double tone is indeed a senior brother.

When the two masters and apprentices came out of the flower building, the crescent moon was already hanging high, and Shen Feiyu was poured with the whole altar of daughter's red, so she would not be put down, but she was still walking in a superficial way, not to mention Luo Wenchu ​​was on her body.He is like a straw swaying in the wind, which can be shaken by a mayfly.

Shen Feiyu "carried" Luo Wenchu ​​towards Feiping Mountain, but he didn't know that the man on his back quietly opened one eye, staring at his temples, sweating profusely.

Returning to the sect, Luo Wenchu ​​asked Shen Feiyu to carry him to the cold spring in the backyard of Feizhu Hall on the grounds that he needed to take a bath because of his dirty body.

The moonlight is very charming tonight, shining into the cold spring, the shining moonlight is like water marks.Beside the cold spring, Luo Wenchu ​​leaned his head on Shen Feiyu's shoulder and took off his clothes. The warm breath made Shen Feiyu's ears turn red. He felt that Luo Wenchu ​​deliberately made things difficult for him, and it would take so long to untie his belt.

Just as he was thinking, someone touched his neck lightly.

Luo Wenchu's low and hoarse voice rang in his ears, with a hint of soft nose that is characteristic of drunkenness. : "Xiao Feiyu, I can't solve it for my teacher, can you help me?"

Shen Feiyu's heart burned, and she hurriedly grabbed Luo Wenchu's loose belt. With almost no effort, the two-finger-wide silk belt scattered all over the floor.

"Then master will do it himself, disciples, disciples go to pour water for master." After finishing speaking, regardless of Luo Wenchu's reaction, he turned around and ran into the hall.

"I don't want water, I want wine! Wine!"

Shen Feiyu ran even faster.

Luo Wenchu ​​raised his hand and put it down again, thinking that he might have gone too far.

In the hall, Shen Feiyu was leaning over the table with the wine pot at his hand, but he didn't take it to Luo Wenchu ​​immediately, but stared at the moonlight falling by the window in a trance.

In that room, Luo Wenchu ​​took off his clothes and entered the water, the cold spring water poured in, from his heels to his chest and abdomen, tightly pressed against his skin, and suddenly he was mostly sober from the wine, he smacked his lips, reminiscing about the taste of the daughter's red at the bottom of the mountain.

Without wine, it really doesn't work.

How did Feiyu go for so long?Luo Wen Chu put away his doubts, and raised his voice, "Feiyu, did you throw yourself away with a drink?"

"Just come."

In the cold spring, Luo Wenchu ​​even had a leisurely time to chant poems: "The moonlight in the sky, I am the frost on the ground, look up at the bright moon, bow your head and think, think...it's not jade..."

After a while, Luo Wenchu ​​added the following: "Si Feiyu's wine, haha."

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground suddenly came from the hall, accompanied by Shen Feiyu's cry of pain, and came to Luo Wenchu's ears.

Hearing that sound, he should have kicked a table leg.

A smile appeared on his lips, and he said loudly: "Master is not in a hurry, you can still put on your makeup slowly and come back."

Shen Feiyu called him angrily: "...Master!"

Luo Wenchu ​​laughed out loud, squinted at the moon, and hummed an out-of-tune tune.

The moonlight is very good tonight, if it is paired with the shy eyes of a beauty, it will definitely become the most delicious appetizer.

Shen Feiyu in the hall was rubbing her sore calf and leg bones, and she caught a glimpse of a page under the table out of the corner of her eye.

There are some creases and damages on the paper, I think it was He Zhixiao who came to Luo Wenchu ​​with this paper today.

Shen Feiyu picked it up and took a look, it was a famous article, and the person who published the list was Xiehua Palace Master Xie Weihe.

By candlelight, Shen Feiyu glanced at ten lines, and quickly read the content on the paper, which was no different from what the storyteller heard at the entrance of the tavern during the day.

It turned out that it wasn't that some news didn't arrive, it was because Luo Wenchu ​​intercepted it halfway.

On the back of the Billboard is Luo Wenchu's handwriting.

Shen Feiyu's eyes dimmed, and then a trace of coldness appeared.

After about a stick of incense, Shen Feiyu stepped into the moonlight with the wine pot in hand.

"Master, your wine is here."

"Let's put it aside, you are tired too, go back to rest earlier, there are big things to do tomorrow."

"Yes." Shen Feiyu took two steps and then fell back, "Master, you've drunk enough today, it's best not to drink any more."

"What do you bring me if you don't want me to drink?"

Shen Feiyu said seriously: "It's good to smell the wine."

Luo Wenchu: "..."

He was speechless.

After a while, Luo Wenchu ​​waved his hand, bringing up a string of clear water splashes, "It's alright, alright, you go back first, I know what the teacher knows."

Shen Feiyu pursed her lips: "I know you won't listen to me, so—forget it, master should go to bed earlier." His voice was low, so Luo Wenchu ​​didn't hear clearly, just thought he was complaining, smiled will count as a response.

After Shen Feiyu left, Luo Wenchu ​​picked up the jug and realized something was wrong after drinking it: "Feiyu, I told you to bring the wine, why did you bring the water?"

On the other side, Shen Feiyu said: "The disciple said, Master should not drink alcohol today."

"... Tsk, you're not good. You've just entered the door, and you're starting to take care of me?" Luo Wenchu ​​stroked his lips and smiled, then suddenly raised his voice and called out, "Xiao Feiyu, come here, I have something to say to you as a teacher .”

"What can't you say tomorrow?"

"Not tomorrow, you have to know, master is impatient, if you don't come, I will get up and look for you."

After hearing these threatening words, Shen Feiyu really went and came back: "What does Master want to say?"

"Come closer." Luo Wenchu ​​coaxed, a gleam suddenly flashed in his eyes.

Shen Feiyu didn't notice it, and approached the cold spring obediently. At this moment, Luo Wenchu ​​suddenly got up, grabbed the thin white wrist, and dragged him into the water in one fell swoop.

"!!"

Shen Feiyu was so shocked that she couldn't adjust her breathing, and took several mouthfuls of cold spring water, her eyes gradually blurred.

When the consciousness was wandering, a body like a dragon was attached to it.

Tomorrow was the day Luo Wenchu ​​had planned on paper, and he hadn't seen Luo Wenchu ​​all day today, so He Zhixiao couldn't sleep, and he didn't know where Shen Feiyu had found someone.

At this juncture, the pair of master and apprentice are completely like moths.

As the moon passed, thinking that the pair of disrespectful master and apprentice should be back, He Zhixiao simply put on his clothes and got out of bed, pushed the door and went out.Taking advantage of the light of the moon, I came outside the Feizhu Hall.

As soon as he approached, he heard a violent splashing sound.

Crash, as if someone fell into the water.

But don't let his good senior brother get drunk and stumble and fall, right?

Thinking of this possibility, He Zhixiao pushed open the door with a solemn face, and after a while, there was another sound of splashing water, only this time, it was accompanied by a violent coughing sound.

He Zhixiao was even more puzzled, and hurried to the backyard, the scene in front of him stopped him immediately.

The moonlight was frosty, white mist appeared on the cold spring, and two wet figures overlapped each other one by one, and the atmosphere was very beautiful.Looking intently, he saw Shen Feiyu lying on his good senior brother's shoulder, his face flushed from coughing, his fingers clasped Luo Wenchu's shoulders tightly, his wet long hair and clothes gluing together, outlining the boyish body, like A skinny cub was held in his arms by his lower body.

From He Zhixiao's perspective, one could just see how Luo Wenchu's firm and powerful arms supported Shen Feiyu.

What a formality this is!

The corners of He Zhixiao's mouth twitched, and he saw his good senior brother take advantage of the excuse of smoothness, and openly take advantage of it, poor Shen Feiyu with a dazed face, his whole body was touched by the old rascal Luo Wenchu, taking advantage of it .

He Zhixiao raised his hand to grab the door panel, and gradually exerted force.

The master and apprentice who kept each other warm in the cold spring failed to discover his existence.

After a while, He Zhixiao threw off his sleeves and left.

This pair of master and apprentice can do whatever they like, it's none of his business!

Simply ashamed and unable to lose this mountain gate.

As for tomorrow?Let's talk about tomorrow.

In the cold spring, Shen Feiyu was still coughing lowly. Luo Wenchu ​​stretched out a hand to run along Shen Feiyu's back, whispering in his ear: "I'm sorry, Master was careless, Feiyu shouldn't be angry with Master, okay? ?”

Shen Feiyu glared at him, really speechless.

The flesh and bones under his palm were pitifully thin, Luo Wenchu ​​felt an itch in his heart immediately, and after suppressing it, he placed Shen Feiyu by the cold spring, put on his coat, picked up his belt and buckled it scribbled, and turned to untie Shen Feiyu. belt.

Shen Feiyu grabbed Luo Wenchu's hand, even speaking awkwardly: "Master, you... what are you going to do, what are you going to do?"

"It's easy to catch cold when you wear wet clothes on your body. Be good, take them off."

Shen Feiyu understood the truth, but somehow felt that there was something in Luo Wenchu's words.

"Don't bother the master, the disciple will just go back and change his clothes."

Luo Wenchu ​​had a face full of disapproval: "It's so late, you go back soaked, it will affect the rest of the brothers, why don't you stay in the Feizhu Hall tonight, the bed for the teacher is big enough."

Listen, listen.

How high-sounding these words are, summed up in four words, that is "stay overnight".

Luo Wen lowered his eyes at the beginning, and those eyes that were naturally smiling were stained with depression, "I know that I have neglected you these days, Feiyu, are you blaming my teacher?"

Shen Feiyu tugged at the neckline, and the words of decline were blocked in her throat.

He thought of the words on the back of the Billboard, and of what was about to happen tomorrow, and a sense of sadness rose from his bones. This sadness broke through his heart and lungs like ice, and even his breathing was so cold that he was tight. After a while, he heard his own voice say :

"it is good."