I practice ruthless way

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There were no lights in the courtyard, but the stars and the moon shone brightly.

Yan Wushu sat cross-legged on the roof, his hair was tied up casually, his posture and expression were lazy and leisurely.He held a bamboo strip between his slender fingers, folded and twisted it again and again, and after a while, a delicate bamboo deer appeared in the palm of his hand.

He strung a rope around the deer's head, and propped up a pole. He lowered the line like fishing, and put the bamboo deer under the eaves, right in front of Xiao Man's eyes.

Xiao Man was practicing a formation, and Xiaolu's shadow happened to be reflected in the place where his next stroke was going to fall.Xiao Man raised his head and raised his eyebrows at Xiao Lu.

The bamboo deer moved forward, gently rubbed against Xiao Man's face, and said, "Little Fenghuang, in a few days, a flower that you have never planted will appear in Lin'an City."

The sound is coming from the deer, not from the top.Yan Wushu still did not give up the idea of ​​coaxing Xiao Man down the mountain.

"There are many flowers that I have never grown before." Xiao Man replied lightly.

"Then you don't want to take a look?" Yan Wushu said.

Xiao Man didn't want to, and said: "If you want to see it, you can go by yourself, or ask others to go with you."

Hearing this, Xiao Lu fell from mid-air, buried his head in Xiao Man's arms, and arched it twice, vividly interpreting his sadness.

Yan Wushu suddenly understood why the apprentice brought out by Xiao Man would be so twisted when talking with others.

Xiao Man is a master who can't go down the mountain when he is beaten to death. His apprentice will definitely not run to the city often. There are only two of them on this mountain. Xiao Man doesn't like to talk. Qing, there is no need to talk anymore, even if the child is not a boring gourd, he will become a gourd.

The bamboo deer circled in Xiao Man's arms and sighed faintly.

Xiao Man glanced at it, and continued to deploy his formation.The deer lay in his arms for a while, then got up to help.

The moon gradually rises to the mid-heaven, and it is not nearly fifteen days old. It is a semicircle, and the floating clouds slowly pass by, tracing a side of it gently.

After Xiao Man finished the formation, he folded a small figure out of paper and threw it in to try the formation. The bamboo deer returned to his arms, lying on his side, pretending to be sleepy.He put it down, straightened it, looked at it for a while, and suddenly said, "When will I go?"

It is to ask when to go to Lin'an.

On the roof, Yan Wushu's eyes lit up.The little deer at the bottom immediately turned around and asked in his own voice, "How is tomorrow?"

"Yes." Xiao Man replied.

Xiao Man originally thought that Yan Wushu would set off in the early morning, but never thought that Yan Wushu would flick his sleeves until sunset, and said let's go.

——The reason given was that the sun was bright during the day, and Xiao Man was afraid of being exposed to the sun.

When we arrived, the moon hung in the sky, and the city of Lin'an was full of lights.

Huaguang shines like a sea, and the long street is crowded with people like a tide, which reminds Xiao Man of the city of Shenjing during the festival many years ago.

Yan Wushu took Xiao Man to the street.

Jugglers spouted flames, attracting applause from the onlookers; gongs and drums were sounded on the stage, and martial arts students began to juggle guns; vendors yelled and hawked in different ways, louder than louder; tourists were laughing, and even children were playing. noisy.

The crowd was full of people.

Xiao Man stood amidst the din of people, all in white and cold.He looked at the street and the people on the street, Yan Wushu held his hand, his eyes only fell on him, after a while, he asked in a low voice: "Do you still think it's noisy?"

Xiao Man pursed his lips, narrowed his eyes and said, "It's okay."

They followed the flow of people, from the street to the end of the street.

There is a hundred-year-old tree growing here, as thick as several people embrace.At this moment, the branches are covered with red silk, and under the red silk, there are paper sticks hanging up and down with the wind.Xiao Man glanced at the paper money, and found that all these wishes were for marriage.

On the far bank of the river, there were still people putting up lights.Colorful lanterns are floating on the river, and young men and women stand side by side.

Even though he has been hiding in the mountains for many years, Xiao Man can still tell what day it is, no matter what day it is.

On the seventh day of July, magpies build a bridge to send the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl to meet each other.

Tanabata.

Xiao Man said nothing.

Yan Wushu leaned against the blue wall of someone's house, playing with Xiao Man's lock of hair blown up by the wind, and said earnestly: "Baby, we are already so old, we don't play with these children's things."

"I didn't intend to." Xiao Man said.

He turned and walked down another street.

Before turning the corner, Yan Wushu casually glanced at the river bank.

There are no fewer people on this street than before. Most of them sell food, but there are also small things.

Xiao Man stopped in front of a stall. The stall was full of lanterns, not lanterns, but lanterns.

He picked out a lamp with a carved deer, and was about to pay for it when Yan Wushu came over and said, "I want one too."

Xiao Man glanced down, picked up another one, and paid the bill together.

Yan Wushu got the lamp that Xiao Man gave him, inspected it contentedly, brought the lamp in front of Xiao Man, and asked, "Do you think it resembles you?"

The sculpture on his lamp is a cat, yawning lazily, with its eyelids barely lifted.Xiao Man didn't think he resembled him, but Yan Wushu was as lazy as a cat these days.

"I'm happy." Yan Wushu hummed and said again with a smile.

"Where are the flowers you want to see?" Xiao Man asked, he did not forget the reason why this man coaxed him down the mountain, although it might be just a pretext, there are no flowers here at all.

Yan Wushu used some spells to make the two lamps float in the air, and walked forward by himself, and answered Xiao Man slowly: "No hurry, I will see it in a while."

The lamp seemed to lead the way, Yan Wushu dragged Xiao Man to walk leisurely behind, from the crowded long street to a secluded place.

There is a stone pavilion standing here, under the pavilion is a river, flowing slowly, and the wind makes waves like scales, sprinkled with stars and moons.

Yan Wushu didn't bring Xiao Man into the pavilion, but swept him and pulled him to the top of the stone pavilion.Xiao Man stood in front of him, Yan Wushu raised his hand to cover his eyes.

Xiao Man blinked, his eyelashes brushed against Yan Wushu's palm, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Xiao Man didn't like this, his body was a little stiff, and he struggled uncomfortably.

Yan Wushu kissed the back of his neck to comfort him until he gradually relaxed.After a while, he finally took his hand away and said softly to Xiao Man, "Baby, open your eyes."

Xiao Man raised his eyelids.

At this moment, smoke rose into the sky, and one after another, they bloomed into gorgeous flowers.

The fireworks are fleeting, but the long river reflects the sky, and all the light falling from the sky flows into the river, depicting another kind of brilliance.

Xiao Manqing's black eyes shattered into Huaguang, but his expression was slightly dazed.The cause and effect that was interrupted at a certain point in time seems to be continued.

"Little Phoenix."

Yan Wushu stretched out his arms to hug Xiao Man, put his chin on his shoulder, and called softly.

Then he said, "I'm not going anymore."

Xiao Man blinked again.

The night sky and the Qinghe fireworks are all in sight.

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