Lan Congxiao

I don't know if it is the handwriting left by copying the Buddhist scriptures since childhood. Xun Fei's handwriting is handsome and dexterous, with soft strokes and handwriting, just like the man himself. It is a pity that he is too careless. Written words do not enter my eyes, and your favorites cannot enter your mouth."

Xun Fei immediately straightened up and wrote the words squarely.

Lin Qi quietly walked out of the study, as long as Xun Fei was by the young master's side, he would be at ease, that guy has no other skills, only making noise is his specialty.

Returning to the study before Qiuzhu's dinner, Xun Fei on the desk had already slept soundly on it, with the article just silently written under his head.

Gently pulled out a stack without looking at it carefully, and he didn't intend to punish the child.

"Alas..." After all, Xun Fei is still young, at the age of naughtiness, he doesn't like to keep the rules in his heart, if he doesn't watch, Lin Qiusheng and the others may have already carried him over.

Hearing some movement, Xun Fei got up from the table, rubbed his eyes sleepily, his cheeks were covered with traces of ink residue.

Qiu Zhu couldn't help laughing, stretched out her hand to wipe it, and said softly, "Go and eat when you're hungry."

When approaching midnight, Qiu Zhu was about to go back to the bedroom after practicing sword in the yard, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw a small figure jumping out of the small garden.

Xun Fei sneaked out, holding the bouquet of orchids during the day, and Qiu Zhu followed all the way, and saw the child return to the place where the flowers were picked, and secretly planted the orchids back, crooked, and carefully buried them with soil several layers.

"Amitabha." He muttered words, completely unaware that there was a person behind him staring at him quietly.

Seeing that Xun Fei slipped out for this matter, Qiu Zhu felt relieved and went back.

As soon as he walked to the entrance of Xiaoyuan, he saw a masked man in night clothes leaning over on the roof above his room, as if he was about to spy on the situation in the house.

Qiu Zhu returned to the room as if nothing had happened, sat at the table, took a flannel cloth and began to wipe the sword in an orderly manner. Facing the candlelight, the sword body reflected the light, swept across the roof, shook back and forth several times, and there was a slight movement from the roof.

But Qiu Zhu remained calm, and took out a dagger from the desk, the two swords collided and made a crisp sound, picked up the jug on the side, took a big sip of wine, the two swords still couldn't move are grinding each other.

Suddenly, Qiu Zhu pointed at the small hole exposed on the roof, and then jumped up on the table, the wine in his mouth spewed out when the two swords rubbed each other, causing a string of flames, which approached the person on the roof, and the sparks flashed his eyes. The eyes rolled down after not being able to support them for a long time.

He jumped out of the window, and before the man in black recovered, he kicked him in the abdomen. A golden light shot out from the man in black's hand. Half of the trunk of the tree behind Zhu was destroyed by the undercut. If it was hooked on a person, a large piece of flesh would probably be torn off. This soft whip is too vicious.

"It's such a pity to be a gentleman with such a good skill." Qiu Zhu slashed with his dagger, restraining the upside-down swing of the soft whip, and raised his foot to step on the soft whip, making it unable to move.

"Such a good skill is Mr. Ge's apprentice." It is obvious that the visitor is not for the villa, but for him, or his master. The strange thing is that Mr. Ge has never appeared in Weiming Villa, and rarely Few people know their master-student relationship, but this person came here for it, and the person who came was not kind.

"I'm looking for Mr. Ge, I'm afraid you've come to the wrong place." Qiu Zhu frowned and stared at the man in front of her. He seemed to be only a few years older than him, and he was a young man.

"Whether it's a mistake or not, we'll have to see it clearly." The man in black flicked his soft whip, pulled out a handful of small gold thorns behind him, and stabbed at Qiuzhu.

But before Qiu Zhu could make a move, there was a "whoosh", the man in black suddenly knelt down, moved slowly twice, then fell to the ground and couldn't get up.

When it was confirmed that he would not wake up, a figure ran out of the darkness. Holding a small bamboo tube, Xun Fei walked up to the man in black and kicked him.

"I won't wake up..." He said and patted his chest, then looked at Qiu Zhu triumphantly, "Look, I'm amazing."

"What did you do?" When did Xun Fei hide in the dark, he didn't realize it.

Xun Fei held the small bamboo tube in his hand, "It was made by Lin Qi for me to play with. I painted mandala powder on it. It was originally intended to be used when Lin Qi and Lin Qi went hunting in the mountains. You don't need to be as cruel as archery to catch prey. "

Qiu Zhu heard that a long needle was pulled out from the neck of the man in black, and it was because of the needle that Xun Fei shot that he fell to the ground.

Xun Feicong knew how to apply mandala powder, but the amount was too much. Even if the man in black was tied up and thrown in the underground stone room, he was still in a coma for a long time and could not be interrogated. Moreover, his lips were purple, which looked like mandala powder. Luo San was poisoned.

"How do you know how to use mandala powder?" After bleeding the man and clearing the poison, Qiu Zhu called Xun Fei beside him to sit down, and Xun Fei was playing with a small bamboo tube in his hand, "Uncle taught me, once When my leg was injured, he crushed the Datura and applied it on my leg, saying that it could also be used as a drug.”

"Where did the mandala powder come from?" Qiu Zhu didn't take it to heart, and took Xun Fei's small bamboo tube, "You have figured out the villa in just a few days, thank you for Xun Fei's help this time." Save each other, but don't play around next time, so as not to accidentally hurt you."

"Hmm..." Xun Fei nodded obediently, and then heard Qiu Zhu talk to him carefully, "You used too much this time, if you accidentally hurt others, you will suffer disaster."

"I dare not." Xun Fei said as he stood up and pointed at the person injured by him, "I'll watch here, and I'll tell you when he wakes up."

"Are you watching?" Qiu Zhu was slightly suspicious, so don't be tricked and let go.

"It's just for one night, come and see him tomorrow morning, he must be staying here well." Xun Fei said and took two ropes and tied the man's body around again.

"Thanks for your hard work." Qiu Zhu lit all the candlesticks in the underground stone room. "If there is something urgent, pull the string by the door, and I can hear the bell."

Only Xun Fei and the man who was still in a coma were left in the stone room. Xun Fei sat beside him with his chin resting, watching quietly.

Soon overwhelmed by the influx of drowsiness, he lay down beside the wooden table and took a nap.