His women's clothing dumps all beings

Walking quickly into the torture room, Zhen Weiliang stood in front of the leader of the Demon Cult, and said coldly, "Where did you take Awei?"

After being questioned for a round, the boy who was only seventeen or eighteen took a few breaths and said with a smile, "Who knows, it might be hell."

Zhen Weiliang's eyes darkened, ordered his subordinates to intensify the interrogation, turned around and walked out of the room.

Yan Xing was definitely killed after being questioned by him.After his death, Zhen Weiliang made a special trip to clean up all the other members of the Demon Cult who had been informed of his residence by Yan Xingjue.But now it's clear that they've found it again.

The hidden guards had split up to inquire about the whereabouts of Awei and the four hidden guards. Zhen Weiliang didn't go back to the inn, but temporarily stayed in Yuanzhou City - he wanted to receive information from everywhere as soon as possible.

The few prisoners of the Devil's Cult were too strict with their mouths, and they couldn't pry their mouths open even after exhausting all means.As the days passed, Zhen Weiliang became more and more anxious day by day.

For a majestic demon sect, it is reasonable to ask for the lives of his four hidden guards. What do you want a little apprentice like yourself to do?

——Three days later, Zhen Weiliang finally got the news.

When he arrived on ink, Avi was still unconscious.The corpses of the four hidden guards and the corpses of the seven members of the Demon Cult were all scattered.But Avi was not injured.

Zhen Weiliang stepped forward silently, only glanced at Awei, then walked straight over, closed the eyes of the four hidden guards, and carefully sorted out their corpses.

His face gradually turned serious.

"Incompetent fool, who has been practicing martial arts for many years and has no power to protect himself, but let others die for you!"

He stood up without looking at Awei, and ordered the hidden guard: "Compose the corpses of the brothers, and I will prepare the paper money for the coffin myself. Life is difficult, and you should enjoy some blessings after death."

The dark guard bowed his head, answering softly.

Zhen Weiliang stood on the spot for a while, knelt down slowly, kowtowed three times to the body of the hidden guard, and then galloped towards the city with Mo Mo without looking back.The dark guard watched him leave, turned to look at Awei, but saw that he woke up at some point, stared blankly at the direction Zhen Weiliang left, and murmured a little aggrievedly: "Master..."

One of the hidden guards touched his nose and took a few steps forward: "Young master, this way please, this subordinate will send you back."

……

Awei's "transcript" was completed by this hidden guard, and Zhen Weiliang didn't show up the whole time.According to him, the demon sect abducted them and tortured them for a few days before throwing their bodies here. They didn't kill him because the hidden guards tried their best to protect him. The demon sect finally let him live.

The funerals of the four hidden guards were somewhat crude.They had no time to hold a grand funeral for their dead brother.But Zhen Weiliang had spent huge sums of money to buy the best coffins in the city for them, and invited eminent monks outside the city to recite scriptures for them for a day.

Except for ordering Awei to kowtow to the four hidden guards on the day of the funeral, begging for their forgiveness, Zhen Weiliang never said a word to Awei.

In fact, Awei did not see Zhen Weiliang for a month.

He ordered people to send Awei back to the inn, and Zhen Weiliang went to the Demon Cult alone.

One person, one fan, that's all.

However, on that day, the mountain road and the gate of the Demon Sect were dyed red.

"If you hurt one of my subordinates, I will kill ten of you; if you kill one of my subordinates, I will kill a hundred of you." Zhen Weiliang stood outside the door without entering.Dozens of corpses lay beside him, and a trail of blood snaked behind him. It was impossible to count how many lives he had reaped.

"I remember, I have already told your teacher?"

I don't know who was huddled inside the mountain gate, but still said angrily: "Your people are only allowed to kill our holy church members, and we are not allowed to hurt you? How can there be such a reason!"

Zhen Wei sneered, and slightly raised the folding fan with pieces of meat and blood clots stuck in his hand: "Of course."

"Who made me stronger than you."

……

While the arrogant words were spreading, Zhen Weiliang returned to the inn.

The Devil's Cult lost four hundred congregants—one was not many, the other was not, and the last one was a small leader, and intermediate or even senior leaders were not uncommon—obviously, the world has ushered in a big change.

Unknowingly, there were two young men with quick hands and feet in the inn. Zhen Weiliang called them Seventeen and Nineteen respectively.In this way, Zhen Weiliang no longer has the need to talk to Awei, and even the daily diet is no longer done by himself.

Chinese New Year will be here soon.The two guys took Avi into the city to have him made a new suit, grinning so hard that his mouth reached his ears.Zhen Weiliang just joked with the buddy, completely ignoring Awei.

Occasionally, Awei ran into the master and whispered to the buddy not to reveal any secrets to Awei.

He endured for a week, and finally knocked on the door of Zhen Weiliang's room with a few sheets of rice paper filled with writing.

"Come in."

Avi swallowed, and pushed open the door.

I saw that the master didn't raise his head, and his voice didn't fluctuate: "Is there something wrong?"

Awei bowed his head and said: "I was practicing calligraphy, and the master said that I can come to see if I have any problems."

Zhen Weiliang finally raised his head and gave him a slight nod. Awei hurried up and carefully presented the rice paper.

Dead silence.

Awei anxiously waited for Zhen Weiliang's evaluation.After a long time, he finally heard Zhen Weiliang's voice: "The structure is acceptable."

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's just, why do you have so much hostility?"

Avi gasped for breath.

Zhen Weiliang looked at him indifferently, and threw the rice paper aside casually: "The hostility is gone, come to me again."

Awei: "...Yes, Master."

Zhen Weiliang picked up the medical books he had just snatched from the rivers and lakes again, and stopped talking.Avi bowed his head and backed out.

On the second day, he knocked on Zhen Weiliang's door again.This time, Zhen Weiliang only glanced at it before throwing the rice paper out.Awei lowered his head, picked up the rice paper one by one, and exited the door.

On the third day, Zhen Weiliang didn't answer the connection, glanced casually, chased the guest and said: "If you bring something like this over here again, you don't have to come."

Avi blushed and lowered his head.

The two hidden guards acting as buddies couldn't stand it anymore, so they came out early in the morning when Zhen Weiliang went out to practice martial arts, and advised Zhen Weiliang not to be angry with the little apprentice: "After all, the deaths of those brothers can't be completely blamed on him." Well."

Zhen Weiliang just shook his head helplessly: "You don't understand."

The clerk couldn't figure it out, he saw Zhen Weiliang unfolded the folding fan, and then walked into the shop.

In the past, the time for Awei to practice martial arts was squeezed out of the gaps. After all, he had to take care of the shop and was very busy.Recently, with the help of Seventeen and Nineteen, he has a lot of free time, and his martial arts training time is fixed in the morning.Seeing him enter the bamboo forest with the sword in his arms, the dark guard carefully chose a place that was not far from the master but could not see each other, he couldn't help sighing.

Awei's martial arts is really the best among his peers.

He is so diligent, and his achievements in the future will be amazing.

But Zhen Weiliang still seemed dissatisfied.

"He's unsteady." Facing the buddy's question, he said calmly.

"If this continues, you'd better return the sword to me and find another way to make a living." On the eve of New Year's Eve, after eating the dinner made by Awei, Zhen Weiliang wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, so said.

Avi's eye circles suddenly turned red.He immediately knelt down and said in a crying voice, "Master..."

Zhen Weiliang didn't even look at him, turned around and went upstairs.

When Awei knocked on the door with rice paper, he didn't get a response from Zhen Weiliang.He frowned slightly, pleaded guilty and pushed open the door to go in, only to see that the window was open and Zhen Weiliang was nowhere to be seen.

There were no signs of a fight.Awei only frowned and guessed where Zhen Weiliang was going.He went to fetch Zhen Weiliang's cloak, put it away carefully, and held it in his arms.

The cloak was extremely warm and could be seen to be of great value.But an innkeeper can't afford to wear such nice clothes, so Zhen Weiliang doesn't often wear them.

The clothes in his bosom belonged to Zhen Weiliang's scent, which entered his nose.Awei didn't dare to bow his head, he just jumped out of the window, performed lightness kung fu, and ran towards the bamboo forest.

Zhen Weiliang was indeed there.He is sitting in the mountains, leaning on the bamboo, surrounded by cups.He casually picked up the flagon beside his hand, raised his head, and poured the clear liquor down his throat.He closed his eyes and tilted his head to look at the moon.

Awei bowed his head and stepped forward, calling softly, "Master."

He subconsciously hugged the clothes in his hands tightly, and the scent became more and more obvious, even the smell of spirits could not penetrate.

Zhen Weiliang tilted his head slightly, his voice after drinking was a little more magnetic than usual warm: "Awei?"

Awei answered yes, and stepped forward to wrap Zhen Weiliang in a cloak.With his arms wrapped around him, he realized for the first time that his master was so thin.

Fragrance and wine mix and linger on the tip of the nose.Avi bowed his head and took two steps back.

Zhen Weiliang leaned back, squinted at the moon, and didn't speak.Awei didn't know what's so good about the moon, so he said in a low voice: "Master, don't drink anymore...how about, apprentice go and prepare some appetizers for you?"

Zhen Weiliang lazily shook his head: "No need."

The left hand on his knee was taken back by him.He put it on his head, sighing softly.

At this time, long, long ago, if he dared to drink, his mother would dare to wring his head off.

Later, in the first few worlds, although he lived in a mess, he was still stable.In the future, he spent a long time alone, getting used to loneliness and wandering.

In his life as a jurist, he was also lonely all his life, but every day was fulfilling.Being involved in that inexplicable game, shouldering the responsibility, and being accompanied by Brother Wei, it was a good time.

However, every New Year's Eve, Zhen Weiliang would feel a little homesick.

That home has a small courtyard paved with cement, on which the chickens and ducks defecate freely and then are washed clean.When the season comes, a large area of ​​rice will be spread, and the yellow color is very gratifying.The toilet is next to the pig house, and there is no flush toilet installed so far, and mosquitoes fly everywhere in summer.There is a field next to the house, which is dedicated to growing vegetables for the family, and other fields have to walk for a few minutes.The family is diligent and they plant a lot of things, but they can't sell them at a good price all the year round.

Kind of like my current home.

In other words, Zhen Weiliang tried his best to restore the appearance according to the memory.

Awei quietly looked at Zhen Weiliang's profile, without speaking.After a long time, Zhen Weiliang asked, "What are you doing here?"

His tone was no longer as calm as before, and there was a little more unnoticeable displeasure.

Awei immediately knelt beside Zhen Weiliang and kowtowed deeply: "I ask Master to enlighten me, what did I do wrong?"

Zhen Weiliang's eyes were clear, without any drunkenness: "You really don't know?"

Awei gritted his teeth secretly: "Tuer is stupid."

"Then just be dull." Zhen Weiliang poured the last sip of wine into his mouth, wiped the sides of his mouth casually, and stood up.

Avi still knelt on the spot.Zhen Weiliang walked down the mountain leisurely, without even looking at this apprentice.

Avi pressed his head firmly to the ground, and it took him a long time to stand up with a dazed expression.

After returning home, Zhen Weiliang went to bed after washing up casually, and had no dreams all night.Waking up in the early morning, just after changing clothes and leaving the house, I saw two guys whispering there.

"What's wrong?" He raised his eyebrows slightly.

The two muttered a few more words, and one of them boldly said: "Shopkeeper, Awei has been kneeling outside the door all night."

Zhen Weiliang frowned slightly upon hearing this, and strode out.But he didn't stay by Awei's side, but walked over directly, and went straight up the mountain to practice martial arts.

Seventeen and Nineteen looked at Awei who stood blankly outside the door with an aggrieved expression, and hid in the corner and shook their heads quietly and sighed.

"Are you still wronged?" Zhen Weiliang's cold voice suddenly sounded.The two guys looked at each other. Seventeen gritted his teeth and stepped forward, knelt down and clasped his fists and said, "Leader, please let Awei get up. It's cold and cold, if you hurt your knees, it will not be good for your martial arts in the future."

Nineteen also knelt down, clasped his fists and said nothing.

Zhen Weiliang sneered: "Why, you knelt down and forced me together? Awei, Awei, you are really calculating, and you put me in a lonely situation so easily."

Awei's voice was a little weak: "Tuer is not!"

The clerk also hurriedly said: "The leader misunderstood, how dare the subordinates persecute the leader, but Awei really shouldn't be punished like this."

Zhen Weiliang asked: "I told him to kneel?"

"No, it's just the leader..."

"Kneel if you like." Zhen Weiliang walked towards the bamboo forest expressionlessly, "I don't know what is right and what is wrong, so I got into chaos. It turns out that I have failed so badly."

Awei lowered his head, and refused to get up no matter how much the two buddies tried to persuade him.

After a while, Zhen Weiliang, who finished his martial arts practice, went down the mountain.Seeing that the three of them were still kneeling in place, he said with disgust: "It's unlucky to kneel together on New Year's Day. Get up and work."

When Awei got up, he staggered, and was helped by the assistant before he managed to stand still.The clerk was about to ask Zhen Weiliang to show Awei's legs, when he saw Zhen Weiliang walk out the door, called the names of the two clerks, and ordered: "Follow me to go to the training."

After finishing speaking, he didn't look at Awei whose legs were trembling, and just casually pointed in his direction: "You stay and look at the store."

Awei replied palely: "Yes, Master."

——This is the first Spring Festival he spent with Master.

They met in the spring, and the master accidentally saved his life and accepted the apprentice reluctantly.After spending more than half a year together, he finally offended the master.

With a sore nose, he refused the assistant's support, and limped back to the house by himself.

People who practice martial arts, how can it be so easy to leave long-term injuries, especially the characteristics of his internal strength are quite special.This point, he and Zhen Weiliang are clear about it, but the two guys know nothing about it.

After doing the exercises several times, the pain and coldness in the legs have faded away.He got out of bed to sweep the floor, waiting for the master to return.

But he didn't expect that the master, who never left for more than five days in the past, would go away for fifteen days this time.

The Lantern Festival has finally passed completely.After waiting for a day, Awei looked at the Lantern Festival he had specially wrapped in advance, and threw them into the boiling water one by one.

Not too many and not too many four bowls were picked up.He picked up one of the bowls, scooped up one, and bit down expressionlessly, his eyes sore.

After eating two big bowls of Lantern Festival, he was too full to move.But he still went to serve the third bowl.

The liquid dripped on the gradually drying Yuanxiao skin, and quickly disappeared.