farce a ups and downs

When I heard that Shen Feiyu returned to Shenzhuang, Shen Mingyu was checking the ledger.

The moment Shen Mingyu heard the news, she dropped the account book and rushed back to the village, but just after entering the door, she heard his father say "unfilial son" full of anger.

Taking a closer look, isn't the one who was kicked out by Shen Minglang the eldest brother?

Shen Mingyu asked Ah Cai: "What's going on?"

Ah Cai rubbed the back of his head and said hesitantly: "Today, the eldest young master told the master not long after he came back that he has a sweetheart."

Ah Cai said the last three words very lightly, but Shen Mingyu still heard them clearly, staggered and almost fell down.

Shen Mingyu: "..."

After a while, he found his voice: "Is that what my brother said?"

Ah Cai: "Yes, he also said that person is the head of the Lingjue Sect, Luo Wenchu." Ah Cai's expression was blank for a moment, "Now everyone in the village knows, the young master is really amazing."

Shen Mingyu kicked him, "Keep your mouth shut. It's none of your business here, go down."

On the other side, Shen Minglang was still in a fit of anger, and he picked up the cane to whip people. Shen Feiyu used to be docile like a little sheep, but now he has a stubborn temper. Bloodstains soon appeared on the white clothes, Shen Mingyu hissed, and stepped forward to stop him: "Father, don't hit me, you won't change your mind if you hit my brother again."

Hearing this, Shen Minglang almost wanted to smoke him together: "You already knew, didn't you? Why didn't you persuade your brother?"

Shen Mingyu: "Isn't it... not persuading me?"

Shen Minglang glared at him, and Shen Mingyu immediately fell silent.

"Father, I know what I'm doing. I came back today just to share the news with you."

The implication is that "I have made up my mind, so there is no need to say more."

Shen Minglang clenched the cane tightly, his eyes were red, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Let me ask you, did your idea appear after joining the Lingjue Sect, or did it come before?"

Shen Feiyu was silent for a moment, "I was the one who had unreasonable thoughts about Master before."

Shen Minglang was so angry that his hands shook, and he said "you you you" a few times, but the raised rattan did not fall down after all.

All of a sudden, no one spoke in the reception room, the atmosphere was dignified, and needles could be heard.

After a long time, Shen Minglang waved his hand wearily: "You are also tired from the long journey, go back and rest first, today..." Having said this, Shen Minglang choked up, "It's the Mid-Autumn Festival, a day for family reunion, I really shouldn't say these things A spoiler."

"Feiyu understands."

Shen Feiyu was supported by Shen Mingyu back to her yard.

The two brothers haven't seen each other for two years since the last sword-questioning meeting.

The two years have polished Shen Mingyu to become more and more stable. Shen Minglang often assigns him some tasks, and he can complete them excellently. The only time he lost his composure today was when he dropped his account book and rushed home.

Although Shen Feiyu had previously sent a letter to her home saying that she would come back this year's Mid-Autumn Festival, Shen Mingyu was still a little excited when this day really came, but this joy turned into bitterness the moment she returned home.

"elder brother."

Came to Shen Feiyu's small courtyard, the courtyard was cleaned spotlessly, Shen Feiyu turned her head when she heard the sound, and hummed: "What's wrong?"

"Did you come back today just to announce that?"

Shen Feiyu pursed her lips, suddenly raised her hand to pat the back of his head, and then went straight back to the room.

Standing in the yard, Shen Mingyu couldn't figure out the deep meaning of elder brother's actions just now.

I couldn't figure it out until night.

Shen Yu was also there at the family dinner in the evening, she had no expression on her face, and sat quietly next to Shen Minglang.

Two years ago, after the sword-seeking conference ended, Shen Minglang admitted his mistake to the people of the world, and voluntarily handed over the right to host the conference. Many sects were embarrassed by this, and finally decided that the three sects would hold it in turn. Flower Palace, Wutong Pavilion, and Ling Jue School.

No one knows why the Ling Jue faction, who has always avoided the world, made a big play as soon as it made a move.

After the turmoil subsided, Shen Yu seemed to have lost interest in everything, even if Shen Feiyu sat in front of her, he could eat the whole bowl of rice without changing his expression.For this lukewarm attitude, Shen Feiyu thought it was normal. The previous experience destined that there would be no deeper communication between the two of them. Shen Yu would not apologize for what he had done. Even if he apologized, Shen Feiyu would not need it.

The wound on her body seemed to be open. After dinner, Shen Feiyu found an excuse to retreat and went back to the room to reapply the medicine.

He was holding a medicine bottle in his hand and was about to take the medicine when the door was pushed open.

"Who?"

Shen Feiyu yelled sharply, took down the soft sword hanging on the wall, and before he could see who was coming, he was pulled into a slightly cooler embrace.

"The apprentice is disheveled, is he inviting you to be a teacher?"

The familiar embrace and the familiar voice made Shen Feiyu put down his guard, "Why is Master here?" He said as he straightened his clothes casually, but was held down by both hands.

"Your father beat you?"

Luo Wenchu ​​hugged him and sat on the side of the bed: "Give me the medicine bottle."

Cold fingers rubbed around the burning wound, soothing the pain. Shen Feiyu rested her chin on Luo Wenchu's shoulder, hanging on him in the posture of a koala.

This posture is so intimate that each other can immediately perceive each other's physical changes.

Shen Feiyu smiled inexplicably: "Master, the disciple is injured, why don't you let me this time?"

Luo Wenchu ​​thought for a while, and replied: "Okay, I'll let you once tonight."

The next day, when Shen Feiyu woke up, Master was no longer by his side. He rubbed his sore waist and sat up, feeling extremely melancholy.

After washing up, Shen Mingyu came over: "Brother, Luo Wenchu ​​is here, dad asked you to come over."

"understood."

Shen Mingyu approached and looked up and down: "Brother, do you already know that he is coming?"

Shen Feiyu: "..."

"Your face..."

"Cough cough!"

The two brothers came to the living room, Luo Wenchu ​​was explaining to Shen Minglang about next year's sword-questioning conference, and sincerely invited Shen Zhuang to participate.

There were frequent accidents in the sword-questioning meeting two years ago. The contest between Li Changqing and Shen Feiyu was pushed back and forth, and finally came to a fair contest. As a result, both of them collapsed due to exhaustion. This time the contest was a tie, and neither had the chance First, there is one person left who is automatically promoted to the first place.

That man was a disciple of Xiehua Palace. After hearing that he had won without a fight, he euphemistically expressed his dissatisfaction with the result, voluntarily gave up No.1, and asked Li Changqing and Shen Feiyu to compete in three years.

This was the first time this happened in the sword-questioning conference, and the deeds between the three were widely circulated, and the world enjoyed talking about it.

For a while, no one paid any attention to the magical soldiers that Shen Minglang had produced.

And when it came to the second stage, in all the fights between the major sect masters, every match against Luo Wenchu ​​was a disastrous defeat.

In particular, Mr. Chu Xi suffered the worst defeat, and his clothes became rags after the competition.

Luo Wenchu ​​used his strength to prove to the world that no matter how long it has passed, he is still the well-deserved No. [-] in the world.

According to the rules of previous years, No.1 can get a thousand taels of silver.

Countless missions and invitations came one after another. The Lingjue faction closed the gate for half a year, and then changed their previous attitude of avoiding the world. The disciples accepted the missions softly.

Facts have proved that the Lingjue faction is not poor, it just didn't want to be rich before.

As for the reasons for not wanting to be rich, there are different opinions, and there is no definite answer.

Two years is enough to bring a sect from decline to glory, and it can also cause a sect to decline rapidly.

Li Changqing was unable to return to Kunlun due to physical reasons, so he was expelled from the sect in a disguised form.Little Kunlun lacks elite disciples of the younger generation, so it has become more and more quiet in the past two years, but the Lingjue faction has risen in one fell swoop.

Cooperating with the Lingjue faction was originally a win-win, but during Luo Wenchu's speech, Shen Minglang kept his face dark, neither agreeing nor objecting.

When Luo Wenchu ​​talked about the reform of the sword-questioning conference, the heads of the three sects finally decided to relax the restrictions on participating knights. In the future, knights who have no sects to rely on can also participate in the conference.

"Luo has finished what he wanted to say."

Shen Minglang nodded, put down his teacup and was about to speak when he heard Luo Wenchu ​​say: "I hope my father-in-law can give Luo an answer as soon as possible."

Shen Minglang laughed back angrily: "You want an answer? I can tell you right now - there is no door! There are no windows! Don't even think about it!"

In the end, Luo Wenchu ​​was kicked out by Shen Zhuang's servants.

He shook his head, turned his eyes slightly, and saw a certain familiar figure sneaking out from Shen Zhuang's side door.

Luo Wenchu ​​walked over and tapped the man's head with a fan: "Master Shen, why did you come out?"

Shen Feiyu said confidently: "I was kicked out of the house by my father."

"Oh?" Luo Wenchu ​​blinked and took his hand, "Then the young master is homeless?"

"Yes, Master, do you want to take me in?"

"It's natural." Luo Wenchu ​​took Shen Feiyu's hand and put it on his heart, "From now on, you will live here."

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