Rivers and lakes

Han Lu: "Do you have time later?"

"Classes won't start until after the fifteenth day, so naturally I have time."

Han Lu took a deep breath, pretending to be casual, and said: "Then let's go to practice swords?"

"Okay."

There is a hillside in the backyard of Yijian Valley. Outside the hillside, there are piles of clouds in the boundless sky. Several unknown big birds fly by in a row.

The two brothers came to practice swords on the hillside.There is no green on the bare hillside, but there is a century-old pine.

This pine is strong and powerful, with a dense cluster of pine needles on the top of the pine tree.When he was young, Gu Wuyou often climbed up old pine trees, like climbing on the body of a hale and hearty old man.

Yijiangu's nephew named Ouyang Yi is good at playing the flute, he has learned from whom he can speak venomously, and also learned the romantic posture of a literati, and he likes to stand under this old pine and play Qu Yangguan tune the most.

Ever since Ouyang Yi once blurted out "I don't compete with you, I'm not as cheap as you", everyone in Yijian Valley stopped talking about sword fighting, and changed their words to practicing sword.

Although there is no difference in essence between the two.

Before Han Lu entered Yijian Valley, he already had a foundation in kung fu, but he didn't have systematic teaching.I heard from the head that Han Lu seemed to be oppressed because of being a concubine, and for some reason was chased and killed by the family members, and escaped to travel the rivers and lakes until he met the head.

Gu Wuyou has been practicing martial arts since he was 15 years old, but he has never practiced internal strength, only moves.Fortunately, Gu Wuyou is talented and intelligent, and his second senior brother Yifeng taught him swordsmanship carefully, which is not bad.

The two began to make moves on the hillside.

The same swordsmanship has different flavors when used by different people.Han Lu's sword was as cold as his men, hitting the vital points every step of the way, and every move carried a bitter wind.

Gu Wuyou didn't have the finale of internal strength, and relied entirely on his superb swordsmanship to attack and resist.He is friendly, but his swordsmanship does not compromise, fast and accurate are the descriptions of his swordsmanship.

After several rounds, Han Lu showed his approval.He was worried that Gu Wuyou would soften his heart when using the sword, and if the Demon Cult really attacked, the little uncle would be at a disadvantage.Now it seems that he is completely paranoid.Immediately, he restrained his mind and concentrated on fighting with Gu Wuyou.

Even though Han Lu suppressed his internal strength, Gu Wuyou was still no match for Han Lu.After a few gestures, Gu Wuyou wondered: "Why do I feel like every time I want to draw my sword back..." Gu Wuyou didn't know how to describe it, so after thinking about it, he said, "It feels like my sword is like I was stuck by your sword, but it wasn't too sticky, but I missed the best time to draw back the sword."

There was a broken smile in Han Lu's eyes, as if a few stars were falling in the boundless black sky. "Do you still remember the water I told you last time? This is what I realized by myself in the past few months."

Gu Wuyou's eyes lit up, yes, he can realize the way of swords by himself.He didn't ask at the moment, just said: "Okay, I'll practice with you again."

It is Han Lu's ability to comprehend the way of the sword by himself, so of course Gu Wuyou would not ask him what kind of way of the sword he has comprehended.

Han Lu opened his mouth without any grievances: "After the last time, I felt that the nature of water was different, but I couldn't find the right way. Later I realized that I was wrong. Don't you feel that you took the sword from mine? When you move away from your body, is it a bit like pulling your own sword out of a thousand layers of water?"

Gu Wuyou thought about it carefully, but this is the reason.

The two practiced happily for more than two hours, and when they returned to Yijian Valley, they missed the girl they picked up——Nangong Mu, listening to her cry and tell the experience of smelling sad and listening to tears.

It took a day for Han Lu to see the girl.

If Zuo Luo is the heroic and handsome, and Feng Yan is the charming Li, then Nangong Mu is the poppy that grows on the top of the snow-capped mountains, clearly as charming as a rose, but as cold as a snow lotus.

Two kinds of stark contrasts gather on her body, appearing contradictory and alluring.

Han Lu didn't like Nangong Mu when he saw her for the first time, because her eyes lingered on Gu Wuyou's body all the time, as if she wanted to see through her soul to see through Gu Wuyou.

It was said that her family was in decline, bullied by bullies, and seriously injured. Anyway, no matter what the reason was, the head of the sect let her stay.After seeing the girl for several days, Han Lu was very dissatisfied and expressed his opinion tactfully.

Zhang Kailing clicked his tongue: "At least let her recover from her injury before leaving. I heard that she helps with laundry and cooking every day. Your seniors and sisters like it very much."

"What kind of injury did she get?"

"internal injury."

Han Lu's face darkened, this time has been worn out.

After the ancestors came out of the mountains, for some reason, the Four Books and Five Classics, etiquette, spring and autumn, were not discussed anymore. Usually, the teachers and uncles taught the sword manual, alchemy and medicine, and various poisonous plants in class.

The massive amount of lectures given by the elders made the disciples very fulfilled every day, and at the same time, the gloom that had been diluted by the Chinese New Year resurfaced in their hearts.

The actions of the elders are reminding them that there is still a demon sect that moves frequently in the rivers and lakes.

After morning class, everyone went to the kitchen to eat together.

Just thinking about having to eat the cabbage tofu cooked by Zhao Xinhe even when they were hungry, everyone sighed in their hearts——Zhao Xinhe's cooking skills are famous for the three difficulties: unpalatable, ugly, and smelly.But what can I do? Today is just his turn to cook.

Unexpectedly, I could smell the strong aroma of vegetables before I even got to the cafeteria.Duan Ze touched his growling stomach, and said loudly: "My stomach tells me that today's food is very delicious, and no one is allowed to snatch it from me later!" After finishing speaking, he rushed into the kitchen alone.

As soon as he stepped into the kitchen, he saw a graceful figure.Nangong Mu got up in front of the stove, wiped the sweat from his brow and said, "Lunch is ready, and there is still a post-dinner sweet soup in the pot."

Duan Ze blushed, he hesitated and said, "Why, why are you cooking, where is Zhao Xinhe?" The young Duan Ze had never seen a mature woman like Nangong Mu, and every time he saw her, he would feel uncomfortable. Excuse me.

"You all practice martial arts very hard. Anyway, I'm fine, so I came to help."

After the ancestors and a group of elders sat down, the disciples rushed forward to serve the meal.Just as Gu Wuyou was about to serve rice, Nangong Mu handed a bowl of rice to him.

Gu Wuyou was startled, then suppressed his confusion, and said with a smile, "Thank you."

Although Nangong Mu's coming to Yijian Valley is a new person and something new to Gu Wuyou, it doesn't mean that he will accept her with joy, especially when the undercurrents are surging in the rivers and lakes, and the demonic sect is swaying.

When Duan Ze saw this scene, he couldn't stop laughing beside him.Unexpectedly, he was too complacent, and as soon as he turned his head, he met Han Lu's eyes that were as sharp as a hook and as ice as a pool of cold pools.Duan Ze shuddered suddenly, the smile froze on his face.

For a whole day, Han Lu lowered the air pressure around Gu Wuyou, and Gu Wuyou was always baffled.So try to please.

Gu Wuyou: "Do you want to practice swords?"

"Don't go."

"Shall we help third uncle clean up the pharmacy?"

"No time."

"Your fourth uncle's flower garden is about to loosen the soil, do you want to go?"

"Don't go."

Gu Wuyou really didn't know what happened to him, so he reflected that he hadn't offended him, so he said, "Well, I'll go by myself."

"Wait a minute." Han Lu stopped him behind him, and said after a while, "I'll go with you."

After a few days, Gu Wuyou finally explored the sable's cave one afternoon. Not only did he see the sable, but he also saw three young sables, which seemed to have not been weaned yet.

The three furry little guys are so cute together.

Gu Wuyou's heart trembled at the cuteness of the three little guys, and he was about to stretch out his claws when the sable, who was eager to protect the calf, rushed over from behind and scratched Gu Wuyou firmly.

Gu Wuyou's claws stretched out to the little sable were immediately covered with several strong red threads.

Gu Wuyou, who was defeated before the battle, ran away cowardly.

Before Gu Wuyou returned to Yijian Valley, the right hand caught by Sable was already swollen into a big steamed bun.

Gu Wuyou put his hands behind his back, pretended to be calm and steady, and after entering the elixir room, he shouted in a flattering tone: "Third Senior Brother~".

Gong Tai came out of the small room, holding the exploding head that was formed after the elixir was blown up, and asked angrily, "What's wrong?"

Gu Wuyou was taken aback for a moment, he knew that he was asking for help from others, and he really didn't want to, but...

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Gu Wuyou burst into a hearty laugh, because the current palace is not only unkempt, but also ragged, with holes everywhere.

Even the usual imposing lion head looked like it was crawling out of the mud.

It's just an enlarged version of wild dogs, the kind with fried hair.

Of course Gongtai knew what he was like now, and immediately said angrily: "Don't laugh!"

Gu Wuyou rubbed his stomach that ached from laughing, and said, "I don't laugh, I don't laugh, hahahaha..." Before he finished speaking, the laughter couldn't stop floating out.

Gong Tai was about to teach this little junior brother a lesson when he suddenly saw his hands that had gained weight several times.

No, not only have I gained weight several times, but I have lost the shape of my hands, like a lump of meat.And the meat is still purple, it is estimated that once it is steamed in a steamer, it will be the purple sweet potato bun made by Zhao Xinhe.

As a result, the furious Gongtai also became: "Hahahaha...."

After Gu Wuyou realized what the third senior brother was laughing at, he immediately stopped laughing, put his hands behind his back, looked at the palace stage and said word by word: "I look at you and smile."

"I, no, hahahaha..."

Before Han Lu entered the pharmacy, he heard the third uncle's laughter, wondering if he had failed in refining the medicine, so he opened the door and saw a tall and straight figure.

But at this moment, what attracted Han Lu's attention was not this familiar tall and straight figure, but his lavender hands that were two or three times fatter than ordinary hands behind his back.

When Gu Wuyou turned around and saw Han Lu, he subconsciously wanted to put his hands in his sleeves.But firstly, the hand was too fat to shrink in, and secondly, Han Lu's gaze was fixed on that hand, for fear that Gu Wuyou would not know that he had noticed that hand.

Gu Wuyou stretched out his big purple hand, and said with dejection, pretending to be magnanimous: "Look, look, laugh as soon as you want to laugh, and get me the medicine after laughing. It hurts me to death."

Han Lu didn't smile, but his deep pool-like eyes were as bright as stars, and like a lake that thawed in the middle of the night.There was a cool smile like water.

This hurt Gu Wuyou more than if he laughed directly.

After Han Lu put the herbs in his hands on the table, he walked over and took Gu Wuyou's hand to look at it, and carefully asked: "How did you hurt?" The contact between hands caused ripples in Han Lu's heart.

"I was caught by a mink. I didn't expect that mink to be so poisonous, and it would become so swollen all of a sudden."

Han Lu's hand lightly touched Gu Wuyou's swollen big hand, although the latter was completely swollen and completely numb, but Han Lu couldn't help but gently clenched it.

The warm palm felt ripples in Han Lu's heart, and he said after a while, "I'll get you the medicine."

Gong Tai had had enough of laughing, hummed a little tune triumphantly, and walked back to his room with three steps.

After a while, Han Lu came over with the cream.The two sat at the table, Han Lu put Gu Wuyou's hand on the table, took out the plaster and wiped it gently.

The milky white plaster had a strange fragrance, which lingered faintly between the two of them.Gu Wuyou looked at Han Lu who was gently blowing on his hand, his ears turned red inexplicably.