I practice ruthless way

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Yan Wushu went back to Gushan.He didn't say anything about his return, he only stayed for a moment, and handed over the magic weapon he took from Tianrong Haise to Rong Yuan, who asked Rong Yuan to pass it on to Qu Hanxing, and told that bastard to wait to be dealt with.

Then he left lightly, and went to the ancient Molan Pavilion to look for Xiao Man.

The restrictions here did not stop him, because Xiao Man knew that he couldn't be stopped.

The sun is rising in the mountains, and the insects and birds are lazily hiding in the shade of the trees, neither singing nor singing, but the summer cicadas sing one after another, and the streams are gurgling.

The sound of the sword that would last for a long time in the yard on weekdays did not resound, after all Yan Wushu also threw it to Rong Yuan, and Ah Xue.

Xiao Man didn't agree with Yan Wushu's actions at first, he didn't need to look to know what this person was up to.But Yan Wushu persuaded Xiao Man on the grounds that children should play and interact more with their peers, and that A Xue went to the restaurant that day, but dared not even order food.

After hearing this, Xiao Man was silent for a moment, then nodded.

Yan Wushu pushed open the courtyard door, and saw Xiao Man sitting under the eaves, still in the same posture as when he left, with lowered eyebrows, holding a scroll in his hand, meditating, but the book was changed.

The sun stopped half a foot in front of Xiao Man's body, and the coolness covered his body. Yan Wushu laughed and asked, "Baby, the butcher brought a sheep, how about we roast it?"

Ashe hadn't cultivated to the realm of bigu, and at the age of growing up, she couldn't miss three meals a day, so Xiao Man built a hut at the foot of the mountain, and entrusted the butchers and farmers in the city to deliver vegetables and meat at regular intervals .

Today was the day to deliver the meat, and a suckling sheep that had been handled properly was sent to the hut in the early morning. Yan Wushu saw it and fished it up.

Xiao Man didn't answer whether it was good or bad, he only raised his eyes when Yan Wushu entered the door, and now he lowered his eyes, turning the book to the next page.

Yan Wushu interpreted this as following his will, bringing the sheep into the kitchen to marinate with seasoning, and then set up a grill in the yard.After doing all this, he walked up to Xiao Man, blocking the light of the sky impartially.

Sure enough, Xiao Man stopped turning the page, raised his head and asked him what was the matter with his eyes.

"Little Phoenix, have you noticed that your attitude towards me is much better than before." Yan Wushu said seriously.

"Is there?" Xiao Man's tone was neither salty nor weak.

"Of course there is." Yan Wushu leaned forward, put his hands on Xiao Man's sides, and said with a smile, "You have learned to watch me secretly now. When I enter the door, you take a look; when I go to the kitchen, you take a look; Stand, you still watch."

Every time Yan Wushu uttered a sentence, he pecked Xiao Man's lips, and changed his words into a deep kiss. He didn't stop until Xiao Man's pale lips turned bright red, and asked with his forehead:

"Be honest, do you like me?"

Xiao Man still sat cross-legged, but his waist was held by Yan Wushu. This person was so close that he leaned back with his upper body and had to use his right hand to support his balance.

His left hand intertwined with Yan Wushu's, the book in his right hand had long since disappeared, his plain clothes were wrinkled, the shadows on the porch were deeper, and the wind blew the fragrance of lotus.

Yan Wushu stared at Xiao Man with good eyes, and the light silver pupils shimmered with tiny glimmers, as if the dark river came to the sun after years and finally flowed into a clear wave.

Xiao Man is also convinced that Yan has no books.

After a while, he turned his eyes away and looked at the flowers outside the corridor.

Yan Wushu started to kiss him again, moving forward inch by inch, causing Xiao Man's straight right arm to gradually bend, and finally unable to exert any strength, the two fell down on the corridor together.

Each other's breath is a little messy.

separated after a long time.

Yan Wushu hugged Xiao Man from behind, grabbed his hand, played with his fingers one by one, and said with a smile, "You just like me, otherwise you would have stabbed me with a sword."

"You don't care about who I am, what kind of identity I have, and how much higher realm I am than you."

He's done this before.In this world, he is the only one who dares to strike Yan Wushu with a sword at the slightest disagreement—or directly slaps him in the face.

Xiao Man remained silent, while Yan Wushu kept hugging him and playing with his fingers.Xiao Man has two universe rings in his hands, one is his own and the other is Yan Wushu's. When he was in Guanshi City, he returned it to the original owner, but the ring has been worn on his finger for several years. There is a white mark.

Yan Wushu kissed that place, and wanted to put the ring back on for Xiao Man, but Xiao Man would definitely not want it, so he could only press down on this idea—in these years, Xiao Man had never tried to open his Qiankun Ring.

After about two or three quarters, Yan Wushu put a rocking chair on the porch, carried Xiao Man in again, made him a comfortable position, then picked up the book that had fallen to the other side, cleaned off the dust, and turned to Xiao Man's previous book. The page he was looking at was put back in his hand.

It's almost time, Yan Wushu is going to roast a sheep.But Xiao Man didn't continue to read the book, he raised his head, his eyes raised slowly, and lay quietly in the rocking chair looking into the distance.

The mountains rise and fall, the sky gradually fades into night.

After Yan Wushu lived in the ancient Molan Pavilion for a while, he began to think about how to persuade Xiao Man to go down the mountain.

It wasn't that he was tired of the silence in the mountains, but one night, he found Xiao Man standing on the peak, overlooking the town lights in the night.Xiao Man watched for a long time until the lights dimmed.Although there was no clue in his expression, Yan Wushu felt that Xiao Man cared about these things.

...and longing.

Before returning from Guanshi City, Yan Wushu asked Xiao Man if he wanted to go around.

Xiao Man refused, saying that——

"Too noisy."

Why are you noisy?

He used to be able to practice meditation in a camp full of wounded soldiers crying and crying.

There is only one answer.

In the evening of this day, Xiao Man walked on the path paved with fine cobblestones behind the house, holding a bucket in his hand, slowly watering the flowers that had been thirsty all day.He has always been careful in doing this, his eyebrows are lowered, and his neck hangs in a beautiful arc.When Yan Wushu came over, the last ray of sunlight in the evening wind happened to jump on Xiao Man's eyelashes, he blinked lightly, but did not shake off.

Yan Wushu stretched out his hand, wanting to touch it, but stopped halfway, took the bucket and ladle from Xiao Man's hand instead, and watered the flowers in the rest of the area for him.

The twilight faded away from the corner of Xiao Man's eyes, and the night spread in the sky, and the stars in the summer night were like a river, slowly flowing backwards, gorgeous and bright.Yan Wushu turned around and stared at Xiao Man in the depths of the flower path, exhaled lightly, and said:

"Little Fenghuang, you have been staying here all these years. The scenery here is indeed beautiful, but it is boring after a long time. May I take you somewhere else?"

"No need."

This kind of refusal almost became Xiao Man's conditioned reflex. In these years, Qu Hanxing asked similar questions countless times.

Yan Wushu didn't expect Xiao Man to agree immediately. With a wave of his hand, he sent the barrels and ladles to where they should be, walked to Xiao Man's side, took his hand and walked back to the yard, pointing to the storage room and saying:

"Baby, let's think about it from another angle, how many silly things Qu Hanxing has stuffed for you these years, shouldn't we find something to repay the past?"

Xiao Man: "..."

This person's persuasion was really unreasonable, Xiao Man was quite speechless, glanced at him, and said: "He is your apprentice."

Secretary Yan Wu mentioned something Qu Hanxing did, twitched the corners of his lips, and sneered: "I don't have this apprentice."