Rivers and lakes

In the early morning, Gu Wuyou went to morning class with a tired face.

How much punishment Feng Yan received for being a junior uncle, she walked over and asked with concern: "Little uncle, what's wrong with you, are you okay?"

Gu Wuyou yawned, leaned on the table and said, "It's okay." No matter who insists on listening to something that they don't understand at all all night, it must be torture.It's a pity that Han Lu listened very seriously last night, and even analyzed it with his ancestor.

Watching their discussion, Gu Wuyou really wanted to say that the two of you continue to chat, and I will leave first.After all, no shame.

This class was taught by Gongtai on alchemy and medicine, the teachers and nephews listened carefully, but Gu Wuyou couldn't help but yawned.

After class, the nephews and nephews rushed out of the classroom to do their own business, got up coldly, and wanted to go to the alchemy room with Gu Wuyou to try what they learned today, but when they turned around, they saw the little uncle sleeping soundly on the table.

A young man in a blue gown, with long black hair scattered on his back, lying on the table.

Han Lu's heart suddenly felt warm. He looked around and saw the two senior sisters who were still packing their things.So he quickly withdrew his mind and pushed Gu Wuyou very seriously.

Gu Wuyou, who was sleeping soundly, sat up in shock, his face was pale, and he was panting heavily.

It took a while to realize that I was having a nightmare, so I came back to my senses and asked with a sigh of relief, "What's wrong?"

In the dream just now, Gu Wuyou dreamed of a lot of blood.Like rain, the sky was covered with a miserable red, the air, the ground, and the body were all covered with bloody water that exploded from the body.

I haven't had this dream for many years.

Han Lu noticed his abnormality, and asked with concern: "What's wrong?"

Gu Wuyou shook his head, stood up, put the things in his bag randomly, and said: "It's okay, I'll go find my ancestor." After finishing speaking, he went straight out of the classroom.

In the room, Gu Wuyou lay on the bed, closed his eyes and said, "After so many years, I thought that dream would never appear again."

The old ancestor sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand to get a few needles on Gu Wuyou's body, and then said: "Acupuncture and moxibustion can only concentrate the mind. If you want to suppress the nightmare, you can only rely on yourself."

Gu Wuyou frowned, and said softly: "But I think that scene is too real, not like a nightmare." After a while, he asked again: "Is it caused by my injury yesterday?"

Ancestor: "Yes." He always thought that with Gu Wuyou's current disposition, he could suppress the evil spirit in his body, but he didn't expect it to rebound after a small injury.

This is also the reason why the ancestors did not let Gu Wuyou go down the mountain.There were too many changes at the foot of the mountain, and if there was a slight mistake, the evil spirit in Gu Wuyou's body would explode.

The ancestors didn't know that Nangong Mu made Gu Wuyou drink the blood she extracted more than once in various forms.The soul in blood extracted from a large bowl of blood water.

On the second day of February, the dragon raises its head.It's a good day.

It was a sunny day with a clear sky.Gongtai took a few disciples down the mountain, firstly to buy daily necessities, and secondly to walk on the rivers and lakes as usual.

After Gu Wuyou sent them off, when he returned to the yard, he happened to see Han Lu and Nangong Mu talking together.

Han Lu has a cold temper, when he first came to Yijian Valley, he ignored everyone.It was later that Gu Wuyou took him as a senior uncle, and Han Lu walked with all the senior brothers and sisters.According to his temperament, he would never talk to Nangong Mu, an outsider of unknown origin.But now the two are...

Gu Wuyou was about to step forward when he suddenly heard the voice of the fourth brother Qiu Zhan.

"Worriless, come and do me a favor."

Gu Wuyou looked towards the source of the sound, and saw Qiu Zhan walking out with a flower pot in his arms.Gu Wuyou knew that this was to show the plants light, so he responded and walked over to help.

On this side, Han Lu said with a cold face: "I don't care what your reason is, but please stay away from Wuyou."

Although Han Lu had never called his name in front of Gu Wuyou, but he blurted it out at this moment, as if he had already said it thousands of times in his heart.

Nangong Mu didn't take his warning seriously at all, and said flatly: "When will it be your turn to take care of the matter between me and Wuyou?"

As soon as Nangong Mu opened his mouth, he said Wuyou, Han Lu didn't dare to call him like this in front of Wuyou, and he felt sore right away.

If Nangong Mu's tone was softer, Han Lu would not press the woman step by step, but when she said this, Han Lu said unceremoniously: "Then you can see whether he chooses Yijiangu or you. "

Han Lu's original intention was to ask Nangong Mu to keep a distance from Gu Wuyou.

Leaving aside Gu Wuyou's lack of brain, he didn't notice that Nangong Mu treated him differently from others. Even if there was, in Han Lu's opinion, the two senior sisters Zuo Luofengyan were much cuter than Nangong Mu.

But when Nangong Mu heard this, he thought that the people in Yijiangu already knew the purpose of her trip.Then he said, "Then I really want to see which side Wuyou is on."

Her provocative words undoubtedly made Han Lu's misunderstanding worse, and Han Lu walked away with a cold face.

After Nangong Mudai Hanlu left, his face darkened.

In the past few days, she used various reasons to stimulate the blood in Gu Wuyou's body, but Gu Wuyou didn't seem to have any abnormalities.

If this goes on like this, either the contents of Gu Wuyou's body have been digested by him, or they have become useless.

Either result is not what Nangong Mu wants to see.

Thinking of this, Nangong Mu decided that he had to find some time to check on Gu Wuyou.

One day later, Gu Wuyou was practicing swordsmanship in the backyard, and Nangong Mu came over generously.Knowing that it was her who came, Gu Wuyou didn't stop practicing his sword posture, but his heart beat non-stop, very irritable.

These days, Gu Wuyou has this feeling every time he sees Nangong Mu, which makes him feel very uncomfortable, as if there is a hole in his body that will be opened by this woman of unknown origin, causing a torrent to pour out like a mountain.

Then it got out of hand.

I don't know where this dangerous feeling comes from, and I don't know how to get rid of it.Gu Wuyou didn't want to see her, so he hastily withdrew his sword, pretended not to see her, and walked out from the other side.

Looking at Gu Wuyou's leaving back, Nangong Mu frowned.

When Han Lu saw Gu Wuyou again, the latter was standing in front of the desk practicing calligraphy.A tall and tall figure was leaning over the desk, and several of them were scattered in a ball of white paper under the table.

Han Lu picked up one of them and opened it. The handwriting was thick and vigorous, with a hidden edge.

Han Lu was very familiar with Gu Wuyou's handwriting, even the books he used were transcribed by this little uncle himself.

Not only Hanlu, several books used by the seniors were all handwritten by Gu Wuyou.

Wuyou's characters have always been in italics, smooth and regular.But I have never seen his running script, with the free and easy and artistic conception of cursive script.

The more Han Lu looked at it, the more he liked it. He folded the crumpled piece of paper carefully and put it away, walked in and asked, "Did you go to class this morning?"

"Well, I told my ancestors." The latter replied without raising his head.

It was only then that Han Lu noticed that Gu Wuyou's tone was not very good, and he approached and asked, "What's the matter?" His voice became much softer unconsciously.

Gu Wuyou's gesture of holding the pen is tight, and he writes with extra weight.He tried to calm himself down in this way, but he became more and more impetuous, unable to calm down at all.

He put down his pen, rubbed his eyebrows and said, "It's nothing."

Hearing this, Han Lu's eyes were a little sad. As a little uncle, he was kind to everyone and would never express his unhappiness on others, but... Han Lu didn't want Wuyou to treat himself as someone else.

So instead of leaving, he stood by.Gu Wuyou smiled and said: "Aren't you going to practice? It's so free."

"Don't go."

Gu Wuyou rubbed and didn't write, and couldn't hold back his mind.He really needs someone now, he hesitated for a moment and said: "If there is nothing wrong, please do me a favor."

Inside the closed door, a refreshing and meditative incense was lit, which wafted in the corner and smelt faintly in the room.

Gu Wuyou was lying on the armchair, with his hands resting on the sides of the armchair, looking casually at the cold road next to him.

Han Lu sterilized the silver needles on the flame, and asked, "Did you use acupuncture to control your agitation before?"

"Well, my ancestors and the head of the sect have always helped me, but since I was 12 years old, there is no more."

Han Lu turned around and stuck two needles into Gu Wuyou's sleeved arm, "Then why do you need acupuncture now?"

"I don't know, it's just that I've been very irritable recently. My ancestor told me not to use acupuncture, but I can't calm down." After finishing speaking, he frowned and closed his eyes.

Han Lu stopped talking, and gave needles with peace of mind.The slender silver needle pierced Gu Wuyou's skin through the material, and slowly penetrated into it.

After seven or eight silver needles went down, Gu Wuyou's brows were already relaxed.Han Lu looked at Gu Wuyou, who tilted his head on the chair pillow and seemed to be asleep.

The whole Yijian Valley knows that the little master has three good things, good character, good looks and good temper.Especially for such a quiet Gu Wuyou, Han Lu suddenly had the idea of ​​hugging.

Han Lu's eyes unscrupulously lingered from Gu Wuyou's forehead to his sword eyebrows, closed eyes, high nose bridge, and red lips under the nose bridge.

As if no matter how you look at it, you can't get enough of it, especially the red lips, Han Lu can't help but want to pry it open and go in.

Han Lu leaned over in a strange way, lightly touched Gu Wuyou's lips, then took his entire mouth in his mouth, and then gently bit his lips with his teeth.The thin mouth skin was torn open, and a bloody smell came out...

The pain of his tongue being bitten by his teeth made Han Lu suddenly come back to his senses, Gu Wuyou was still leaning on the recliner as if he had fallen asleep just now, and his tongue smelled fishy from being bitten.

Han Luchang heaved a sigh of relief, he thought he really... Who knows, the scare was not over yet, Gu Wuyou's sudden words startled him again.

"The needle is in the wrong place."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Han Lu quickly regained his composure, and pulled out the wrong needle. There was already one in his hand, and the two were held together and had to be separated. Han Lu suddenly became a little flustered.

The guilty Han Lu hurriedly put the two silver needles back into the needle pouch, and then breathed a sigh of relief.As soon as he raised his eyebrows, he met Gu Wuyou's seemingly out-of-focus but ignorant eyes.

A heart suddenly seemed to have stepped into the mud and sank deeply.

Gu Wuyou just opened his eyes, let go of his thoughts, and slowly closed his aimless pupils, but saw Han Lu looking at him without moving, so he asked: "What's wrong?"

Han Lu blinked, pretended to be changing the needle, pulled out the needle, and asked casually: "It just suddenly occurred to me that you are twenty, and it is time to talk about marriage. Is there anyone you like?"

Gu Wuyou was taken aback, as if he had never considered this issue before.So he acted like he was thinking hard.

Han Lu quickly turned his ears upside down, wishing he could stick to him and listen, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

After a while, I heard a name from Gu Wuyou's mouth. "Zuoluo..."