Jianghu are all masters

232.

Before dawn on the second day, Zhang Xiaoyuan woke up.

He felt like he was a thief. When he fell asleep last night, all he could think of was that if someone saw him sleeping in the same clothes as his elder brother when he got up late the next day, he would inevitably be grabbed and chewed Gen, that feeling of embarrassment, he really didn't want to go through it again.

Because of this, he had to get up before everyone else, so that he could return the clothes to the elder brother.

And when he opened his eyes, he saw Lu Zhaoming looking at him.

Lu Zhaoming seemed to wake up earlier than him, but he didn't wake him up. He just looked at him without moving. The two looked at each other. Zhang Xiaoyuan's face was inexplicably hot. He coughed lightly and said, "Good morning, senior brother."

Before the words fell, Cao Zilian on the side had already muttered: "You guys like to hide it from me!"

Zhang Xiaoyuan was taken aback, and didn't dare to breathe, but just looked at Lu Zhaoming with wide eyes.

Lu Zhaoming said softly, "Talking in a dream."

Zhang Xiaoyuan: "..."

Why is this guy talking so intensely in his sleep?

When Cao Zilian yelled, Zhang Xiaoyuan felt even more uneasy, and even moved cautiously. He sat up and handed back the clothes on his body to Lu Zhaoming. Seeing Lu Zhaoming put on his outer robe silently, his mind suddenly twitched, and he also I don't know what I'm thinking about, it's just that the picture in front of me...why does it look like...like... cheating?

Zhang Xiaoyuan was silent for a long time, just thinking about it, he inexplicably felt his heart beating even harder. He was so embarrassed that he didn't dare to look at Lu Zhaoming's face, so he had to move his eyes down and stop on the hand of the elder brother who tied his belt.

It seemed that it was the first time for him to look at the elder brother's hand so carefully. He thought that it was indeed the hand of a martial arts practitioner, with slender finger bones, but it was not as good-looking as the pampered hands of those rich men.Eldest Brother's hands obviously have thin calluses that can only be obtained from years of sword practice. After careful comparison, these hands seem to be stronger... Zhang Xiaoyuan hurriedly looked away, and even shook his head vigorously, trying to shake off the thoughts in his mind go out.

He was thinking about something.

Zhang Xiaoyuan turned his eyes away, looked down, he had slept on the ground all night, his clothes were messy, he was absent-minded, and was about to raise his hand to tidy up, when the thought just came to his mind again.

How does this look like...

Zhang Xiaoyuan stood up, pretending to be calm with a sullen face, and said softly to Lu Zhaoming: "Brother, I'm going out first."

He should really be thankful that Lu Zhaoming didn't have his unique ability to see what he was thinking, otherwise his face would really be lost.

Of course Lu Zhaoming didn't know what Zhang Xiaoyuan was thinking, he frowned slightly and asked, "Have you rested enough?"

Zhang Xiaoyuan wished he could sneak out immediately. He pretended not to hear Lu Zhaoming's words, and ran out of the ruined temple in a hurry. Suddenly, he saw Lu Yanfeng and Hua Liuque sitting outside to watch the night—to be exact, the two It seems that they are talking together crookedly.

Zhang Xiaoyuan was a little far away from them. Although he couldn't hear what the two of them were saying, he watched helplessly as the words on the top of their heads jumped out one after another. Lu Yanfeng still couldn't communicate with Hua Liuque in normal sentences, so he looked at Poems popped out of Lu Yanfeng's head one after another.

Lu Yanfeng: "Do you still want to go back to the teacher's school..."

Hualiuque: "Huh?"

Lu Yanfeng: "...the flowers on Moshang are blooming, and you can return slowly."

Hualiuque: "I'm having a good time here."

Lu Yanfeng: "Thinking of you is like the full moon, and every night is less radiant."

Hualiuque: "I... I will go back and have a look when I have time."

Zhang Xiaoyuan stood by the gate of the ruined temple, in a dilemma.

He watched helplessly as the prodigal son of the love scene, the flower-picking thief Hua Liuque, blushed after saying that. How could Hua Liuque blush?No, how did he develop to this point in one night?

What happened last night? !

Before the two of them found him, Zhang Xiaoyuan decided to sneak to the deserted small courtyard on the other side of the ruined temple, it was better than staying here and watching the two of them cut off their love between uncle and nephew.

At this moment, the sky had just turned pale, and he touched the deserted small courtyard against the wall. Lu Yanfeng and Hua Liuque, who were addicted to love, did not notice at all. He was relieved, and before he could let go of his heart, he suddenly Then I found that there were people in this small yard.

It was Pei Wuluan.

Holding the long sword in his hand, he closed his eyes slightly, his expression was as calm as the waves, but suddenly the sword thundered, and every move was as fierce as the wind. He should just be practicing swords in the morning, Zhang Xiaoyuan was slightly relieved.

Fortunately, this place is only for middle-aged and elderly people doing morning exercises, so he can stay here for a while longer.

As soon as the thought passed through his mind, he suddenly saw Pei Wuluan take a few steps back, raised his long sword, and swung a short blade, the hilt sank into the trunk of a dead tree beside him, followed by a black shadow in mid-air , the two figures intertwined, swords and swords, Zhang Xiaoyuan was so frightened that he pasted it on the wall again.

I'm sorry, but he shouldn't underestimate the love life of middle-aged and elderly people.

He should have thought of it earlier.

Tianming Pavilion also threatened the Demon Sect, so Mo Wentian would of course appear here.

But for him, it was a bit difficult.

He can't stay in the small courtyard, is he going to sneak back into the ruined temple again?

The two in the courtyard seemed to have decided the winner, Pei Wuluan's sword point was on Mo Wentian's throat, and Mo Wentian's sword point was pressing on his lower abdomen.

No matter who goes further, it will kill the other party.

Pei Wuluan was the first to laugh, put his sword back into its sheath, and said: "Tie, it's okay, you and I are not old yet."

Mo Wentian didn't answer, he also took back the weapon, and then turned his gaze towards Zhang Xiaoyuan, it was icy cold, Zhang Xiaoyuan was so frightened that he leaned against the wall and jumped back a few steps.

The two of them seemed to have noticed it a long time ago, and they knew Zhang Xiaoyuan was watching from the side.

Pei Wuluan simply waved to Zhang Xiaoyuan and said, "Xiao Yuan, come here."

Zhang Xiaoyuan hesitated in his heart.

Pei Wuluan didn't mind either, and said bluntly, "I woke up this morning and saw you and nephew Lu Xian..."

Zhang Xiaoyuan: "..."

Pei Wuluan practiced sword here early in the morning, that is to say, Pei Wuluan got up earlier than them, of course he saw everything.

Pei Wuluan said again: "The three of you and I are talking in the courtyard, if it is louder, the others may be woken up."

Zhang Xiaoyuan had no choice but to walk over.

He walked up to the two of them, and just heard Mo Wentian Liangliang answer: "You asked me to come here to find you. If other people are woken up, I will take your sacrificial knife first."

Pei Wuluan laughed harmlessly to people and animals, made a gesture of invitation to Zhang Xiaoyuan, lowered his voice, and said: "It's about my family and life, let's go further away before talking."

Zhang Xiaoyuan: "..."

Zhang Xiaoyuan didn't know why Pei Wuluan called him over, but he had no choice but to follow the two of them out of the small courtyard of the ruined temple and walked a little further, then he heard Pei Wuluan say, "Xiaoyuan, Mei Ling'an once told me I, Lin Yi, are the elders of Tianming Pavilion, and he has something to do with Tianming Pavilion."

Zhang Xiaoyuan couldn't help nodding.

Pei Wuluan asked: "You told Brother Mei about this, right?"

Zhang Xiaoyuan simply admitted: "Yes."

"Apart from Lin Yi and Li Ersi, who else do you know is related to Tianming Pavilion?" Pei Wuluan frowned, "Do you know who the owner of Tianming Pavilion is?"

Zhang Xiaoyuan told Pei Wuluan all the identities of the people he saw around Tang Henghuai in the capital, but he didn't know who the owner of the Tianming Pavilion was. Lin Yi never seemed to think of it.

But he also felt a little strange.

Normally speaking, when Li Ersi mentioned the owner of the Tianming Pavilion in front of Lin Yi, Lin Yi would have thought of the identities of some of the owners of the Tianming Pavilion, but he never found out, and what was even more strange was... After contacting Tianming Pavilion several times, all orders received by those in Tianming Pavilion came from Lin Yi.

Lin Yi issued all orders on behalf of the Pavilion Master of Tianming Pavilion to guide the actions of his subordinates. The Pavilion Master of Tianming Pavilion is more like a person who does not exist in this world, which is always a bit strange.

Pei Wuluan whispered: "Maybe he didn't exist in the first place."

Zhang Xiaoyuan paused and looked at Pei Wuluan.

What if there is no pavilion master in Tianming Pavilion, but only four elders?

Lin Yi is the head of the four elders, so he is naturally the leader of Tianming Pavilion, so he is the one who gives orders.

"It's useless to talk too much." Mo Wentian said, "If you grasp it, you'll understand."

"He is the head of a well-known orthodox sect. If there is no evidence, it will be easier said than done." Pei Wuluan clicked his tongue, "If we can catch the current situation, or someone will testify—"

Mo Wentian: "Isn't Lisi enough?"

Pei Wuluan was startled, as if he just remembered this matter.

Mo Wentian sneered: "Why, reluctant?"

"I'm not..." Pei Wuluan said helplessly, "But what if she doesn't speak?"

"If you hand her over to me." Mo Wentian said, "She will definitely speak."

Pei Wuluan: "... If I hand her over to you, she might lose her life."

Zhang Xiaoyuan weakly raised his hand, indicating that he had something to say.

"I think I can give it a try..." Zhang Xiaoyuan whispered, "If I can see the weakness in her heart, it should be easy to trick her out."

Pei Wuluan nodded and said, "You can give it a try."

It was already daylight, and they heard someone start to talk at the ruined temple. Then Mo Wentian raised the long scarf covering his face, and whispered to them, "I'll take a step first."

Pei Wuluan nodded, and was about to say goodbye, but Mo Wentian seemed to be hesitant, he paused, looked back at Zhang Xiaoyuan, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Other people's words are nothing but falsehood to you."

Zhang Xiaoyuan was taken aback: "What?"

"One life is only a few decades." Mo Wentian said, "Since this is the case, what do others think and say has anything to do with you?"

After leaving a few words, he turned around in a hurry, and left without further words.

Zhang Xiaoyuan was puzzled, turned his head to look at Pei Wuluan, and wanted to wait for Pei Wuluan to give him an explanation.

Pei Wuluan smiled wryly, and said: "He talks a bit without beginning and end, but he is still willing to say these things to you, which shows that he still likes you very much."

Zhang Xiaoyuan was full of doubts: "He... what does Senior Mo mean?"

"This is what brother Li told me back then." Pei Wuluan said, "He just relayed this truth to you."

Zhang Xiaoyuan paused, and suddenly understood.

Pei Wuluan told his elder brother that Li Hanchuan was the "matchmaker" between him and Mo Wentian.

It may be inappropriate to say that they are matchmakers. Now it seems that it was not Li Hanchuan who introduced the two to meet. Tian turned to tell those words to himself——

How did Mo Wentian know about this? !

Zhang Xiaoyuan turned his head to look at Pei Wuluan, but Pei Wuluan coughed lightly and looked away.

Is the mouth of the martial arts leader so big!

Zhang Xiaoyuan didn't want to talk.

He was just beginning to fall in love, and he hadn't spoken it out yet, nor had he developed this feeling to a deep level, but both the leaders of good and evil knew about it.

Not only that, but Palace Master Mei must have seen it. Eldest brother took the initiative to tell his uncle about it. Xiao Mobai seemed to have guessed it too. With the speed at which this matter spreads... in two days, I am afraid there will be more More people need to know.

Zhang Xiaoyuan couldn't help but raised one hand to cover his face.

So... so embarrassing.

This kind of thing... these little feelings... He doesn't want to be known by so many people at all.

"You don't have to think too much, just let it be." Pei Wuluan still comforted him patiently in an elder tone, "At least as far as I know, your master doesn't care, and your parents may have known about it long ago. gone."

Zhang Xiaoyuan: "..."

Wait, what?

Did father and mother already know about this? !

He looked numb, wiped the corners of his eyes, his hands trembled, wanting to cry but no tears.

what happened!

How could father and mother know about this!

Who the hell said it!

He's going to tear that person's mouth and throw the sword!