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When he came to the guest room, Xiaoer greeted him and withdrew.

The room is not big, after all, it is the last one left, there are no shortage of desks and chairs, and there is only one bed.

"Brother Qing, you can sleep on the bed at night. I'll just make a bed on the floor. It's not too cold anyway." Han Tuo offered to put it forward. In his eyes, neither sleeping on the floor nor sleeping with others is suitable. Qingming's temperament.

"Brother Han, why bother to see outsiders? We're both men, so it's fine to sleep together."

"Eh?" Han Tuo's eyes widened in surprise.

"Is it necessary to be so surprised?" Qing Ming glanced at him indifferently.

"With your bearing, it doesn't look like you will sleep in the same bed with someone."

"That's just what it looks like. I used to squeeze into the same bed with my senior brother." Qing Ming explained lightly.

"Brother?"

"Well, a brother who treats me very well." Qing Ming said reminiscently.

Seeing his slightly softened expression, Han Tuo felt inexplicably blocked, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Really, what is there to care about, I didn't know Qingming for a long time, it's normal to have a brother who has a good relationship... Moreover, I will become one in the future, who can make Qingming show this kind of expression good brother.

Thinking of this, the strangeness in Han Tuo's heart quickly disappeared without a trace.

Because his emotions changed quickly, Qing Ming didn't notice it. As for what Qing Ming didn't elaborate on, he shared a bed with his senior brother when he was eight years old. He had just gone to the teacher's house and the room had not been tidied. What happened, and it was only for one night, and there was no experience of sharing a bed with another person after that.

When Han Tuo remembered and asked about this matter, it was already a long time later. Only then did he understand what the strange feeling in his heart meant.

After wandering around Yucheng for two days, it was the day when the martial arts conference was held.

The two found a location with an excellent view early on, ordered a pot of good tea and a few plates of pastries, and waited for the start of the competition.

The martial arts conference is similar every year. First, the leader of the martial arts will give an opening speech that is not too long, and then those who are willing to become the leader of the martial arts will come to the stage by themselves. Of course, there are also some people who take the opportunity to compete in martial arts. To become the leader of the martial arts directly, but to add two other martial arts masters or people with high reputation in the world and recommended by the martial arts sects to become candidates for the leader of the martial arts, to accept the test of the major sects together, and finally to be awarded by the various sects of the rivers and lakes. Only the one with the most support can officially take over as the leader of the martial arts alliance.

Therefore, the martial arts competition is only one day, but the trial of each sect lasts for a week. During the entire martial arts conference, any martial arts person can try the trials of each sect. If they have the opportunity, they can enter the corresponding sect and become an official sect. Disciple, therefore, the trial of the leader of the martial arts is also a means for the various sects to recruit talents.

For those who are interested, the purpose of participating in the martial arts conference is precisely the trial of that week.

Soon, the contest began.

"Young brother, who do you think will win?" Han Tuo looked at the two people on the competition stage and asked boredly.

"The one in black..." Qingming looked at it for a while and said decisively.

"Replacing defense with offense, it's more than enough. It should be that there is still a back move." Han Tuo added what he hadn't finished.

Qingming raised his eyes, still smiling softly, "You don't know, but you still ask me."

"I just want to know if your judgment is consistent with mine." Han Tuolang laughed, "Sure enough, heroes see the same thing."

"What about these two people?"

"Using a big sword..." Qing Ming was calm and composed, waving a folding fan in his hand, and talking freely.

Han Tuo listened carefully, occasionally adding a sentence or two.

Full of tacit understanding.

……

There are people who come on stage and step off stage, and finally stabilize on one person.

Someone at the next table was discussing:

"That young hero has extraordinary martial arts skills, and his bearing is even superior to others. I wonder whose son it is?" A asked, pointing at the people on the stage.

"You don't know about this, you are so ignorant..." B made a fool of himself, and then said, "That is the eldest son of the martial arts leader, Yun Mo."

"The eldest son of the martial arts leader? How come I've never heard of such a big name entering the rivers and lakes?" A's tone was full of doubts.

"Speaking of the eldest son, he not only inherited the martial arts of the old leader, but also has a chivalrous heart. He has made a lot of efforts in eradicating demon cultists and resolving disputes in the Jianghu. Using a pseudonym, except for the big shots who have a deep personal relationship with the leader of the martial arts, basically no one knows his real identity."

"Then how do you know?" A asked curiously.

"After all, there is no impenetrable wall in this world. After a long time, someone will always inquire about it, and it will be leaked without knowing it. I only found out by chance." When it comes to the last sentence, A's tone is quite proud.

"..." B was dissatisfied with his smug look, and rolled his eyes at him, "Speaking of which, when you mentioned it this way, I remembered it. In recent years, there seems to be a young hero named Mo Yun who has a high reputation. It must be him."

"That's right, it's him, and his alias is Mo Yun." Jia nodded repeatedly.

"Tsk tsk... Fate is really good. He was born as the son of the leader of the martial arts. After many years of careful training, it is almost certain that he will be the next leader."

"Who says it's not, if it's someone else, maybe you have to worry about whether you can pass the next trial, but he is no one else, he is the son of the leader of the martial arts, and he has dealt with the heads of various sects with his father since he was a child. , it shouldn’t be difficult for him.”

"It seems that there will be no changes in the next martial arts leader..." The two toasted and drank, and stopped talking about this topic.

"Tch, it's ridiculous. If I wasn't made of that material, what would I be the son of the leader of the martial arts? I'm not mud that can't support the wall." Han Tuo was rarely mean, and he despised the words "fate is good".

"But it's also true that his fate is good." Qing Ming's smile faded a little, and his eyes were slightly closed, covering the strange color in his eyes.

"That's just speculation by others. Only those who are really in that position can know whether they are carrying good luck or a heavy burden. The proud son of heaven always has to bear some responsibilities that ordinary people can't imagine." Han Tuo looked at the hands With a teacup in his hand, his dark eyes were deep, and a gloomy atmosphere shrouded his whole body.

Hearing his words, Qingming's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his heart skipped a beat.

He knew that Han Tuo was talking about Yunmo on the surface, but he was actually thinking of himself, but at this moment, those words also reached his heart.

To a certain extent, they have similar lives, they are both the proud sons of heaven, they are also highly anticipated by everyone, and they are also destined to shoulder burdens beyond ordinary people's imagination: he is in charge of military power, defending the country; Jiangshan, Anbang Dingguo.

It has been many years, this is the first time since he became sensible, he feels that he is understood by others, even if he doesn't know who he is now, and what kind of burden he bears, he doesn't intend to relieve him.

"Sorry, Young Brother, it's boring to talk about such a heavy topic all of a sudden." Han Tuo came back to his senses.

"It's not boring. On the contrary, I'm very interested, even a little happy." Qing Ming smiled gently, feeling a lot lighter in his heart.

"That's good, then let's watch the contest."

"Ah."

There is a lot of noise all around, but this place is the only place where you occasionally talk, laugh and whisper, forming a world of its own, with an atmosphere that no one can intervene, harmonious and natural.

The martial arts conference lasted eight days, but Han Tuo didn't have the patience to finish it all. Qing Ming also felt that the next few days were not interesting, so he left Yucheng early in the morning on the fifth day of the martial arts conference.

After leaving Yucheng, the two went straight to Tangzhen.

The begonias in Tang Town are famous all over the world, but the word "Tang" for Begonia is not used, because this town was developed from a village with all Tang surnames. People came to settle, so it became "Tang Town", which not only shows the origin of Tangjia Village, but also implies the reason why the village developed.

When they arrived in Tang Town, it was already late, so the two directly found an inn and stayed in it.

In the morning of the second day, after Qingming got up and washed, he opened the window of the guest room, and there was a crabapple outside the window, with bright red buds among the green leaves, it seemed that it was still a few days before it bloomed.

Go downstairs.

"Young brother, here!" Before he got downstairs, he heard Han Tuo's clear voice.

Following the sound, Han Tuo had already ordered breakfast and was sitting at the table.

Qing Ming nodded with a smile and walked towards him.

Sitting at the table, seeing the hot breakfast already set on the table, he knew that he had timed it well and asked Xiaoer to bring it up; the style was also what he usually liked and was used to eating.

This man!Sometimes he is careless and carefree, with a chic and unrestrained appearance, for example, he is already familiar with him, but he still hasn't guessed his identity; sometimes he is delicate and considerate, such as when playing chess, and Along the way, he arranged for Dajian to stay at the restaurant, order food and play, and everything was as he wanted, without any discomfort.

"Brother Qing, why don't you eat? I remember wrongly. Did the food you ordered not suit your appetite?" Han Tuo had already raised his chopsticks to eat, but seeing Qing Ming not moving, he sat there staring at the food in a daze, and asked hastily.

"Ah...no," Qingming recovered and smiled, "You remember correctly, these are all my favorite food, but I was just thinking about something."

"That's it, don't delay eating when you think about something, it won't taste good after a while." Han Tuo said, grabbing a pair of chopsticks and stuffing them directly into his hands, "Come on, eat quickly, and eat again after eating." think."

Qing Ming tightened the chopsticks in his hands, "Okay."

"I heard that starting tomorrow, there will be a half-month Begonia Flower Fair in this town. This time we can feast our eyes." Han Tuo said the news he had heard.

"Really? That's really good." Qingming listened with interest, "Let's go to the street to have a look after dinner."

Although tomorrow will be the Begonia Flower Festival, there are already small vendors selling flowers on the street today, and of course there are some things related to Begonia, such as Begonia Scented Tea, Begonia Flower Stakes, Begonia Flower Seeds and so on.

It is different from the situation of the martial arts conference.

The streets of Yucheng are full of people from the rivers and lakes with weapons in their hands, and occasionally there are not many chivalrous women. The whole street has a fierce atmosphere; while the streets of Tangzhen are just the opposite. After all, it is a flower market. There are a lot of young women, in twos and threes, most of them are ladies with maids, of course, there are also wives from aristocratic families, celebrities, and speculators. The atmosphere is warm and gentle.

Among them, Qing Ming and Han Tuo are the ones who are more heterogeneous.

You must know that among the people who appreciate flowers, although there are many young men, most of them come with their relatives, or bring their entourage to buy new varieties. There are not many men like them who simply come to enjoy flowers.

In addition, they are all young talents with extraordinary bearing, and they happen to have two different styles, which naturally attracted the attention of many women.

Faced with these enthusiastic gazes, Qing Ming was quite indifferent, still waving his folding fan, smiling softly, occasionally making eye contact with a certain lady, and nodding politely, being gentle and refined, which attracted many girls' comments.

"Tsk tsk... This is right here. If you were in the northwest, you wouldn't see a woman's reserved look. When she saw a handsome man, she would go up to her and confess her love. You wouldn't see such a timid expression at all," Han Tuo said with emotion. road.

"Oh? It seems that Brother Han should have quite a lot of experience. He must have been confessed many times!" Qing Ming teased him amusedly.

"Don't talk about me, young brother will definitely be more popular than me if he goes to my place, and he will have much more experience than me by then." Han Tuo teased back unwillingly.

"No matter how good I am, I can't compare to Brother Han's long-lasting attraction."

"Young brother, why should you be modest!"

After the words fell, both of them laughed, and immediately attracted the attention of many young ladies.