Donglin [Quick Travel]

The reason why Qingyue hates Zhexiu can be said to be far-fetched, but she simply doesn't like it. That seemingly silly, unwarranted country boy has been recognized by the hall masters in a short period of time. Poor look, innocent and innocent face.

Qingyue has done many things, including making his house such a mess that he dared not sleep in the house, so that he squatted at the gate of Qingxuan for a night. Since then, Qingxuan has started to protect him intentionally or unintentionally; including leaving him alone He was locked in the prison where the prisoners were interrogated and let him share the same room with the vicious desperadoes. He didn't carry the fainted man back until Su Ye found out the next day. On that day, Qingyue saw Qingxuan angry for the first time. It was also the first time he felt the faint disapproval of his companions who always regarded him as a younger brother.Although the words were not fierce, they made Qingyue feel aggrieved. Since then, the two have become enemies.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. He hid the resentment in his eyes and threw a bamboo sword to Dong Lin.

"As the head of my Wushang Palace, I haven't heard anyone who doesn't know martial arts. They usually let you go. You can't escape under my hands."

Dong Lin pursed his lips and looked at Qingyue: "Palace Master, this subordinate really doesn't know martial arts." In fact, he knows a little light work, but in the eyes of others, it is a child's move.

Dong Lin looked at him with pleading eyes, like a child who has been robbed of his snacks, if he changed someone, he might have compromised, but Qingyue was furious and innocent again.

Talking nonsense, Qingyue suddenly exploded, the sword in her hand was unreserved, Dong Lin's pupils shrank, Qingyue was so fast that he didn't have time to pick up the bamboo sword in his hand, so what if he picked it up, although Qingyue's martial arts are not as good as other hall masters But it's also practiced since childhood, so it's not like Donglin, a half-hearted hall master, can compare.

Up, down, left, right, wherever you point and hit, Qingyue likes the feeling of playing with people like this, the depression in her heart is gone, and a little worry arises randomly, others will not see it.

Dong Lin staggered back a few steps, seemingly powerless to resist, the bamboo sword was extremely tricky and powerful, Dong Lin dodged a few times, and finally couldn't stand up straight and fell forward, his hand was so dead The immortal was placed on Qingyue's slender waist, Qingyue's movements froze, both of them were taken aback.Dong Lin supported his chest with his hands and was about to get up, but Qingyue moved faster, as if she had been scalded and pushed him to the ground, her face was flushed, and she was shaking with anger.

"You...you!" What are you, speak well.

With a "swipe", the bamboo sword lay across his neck, with an undisguised murderous look, and even Dong Lin's skin felt a bit chilly.The bamboo sword stretched forward half an inch and stopped moving. Dong Lin, who was sitting on the ground, propped his hands behind his back. The current position was just right for him to see Qingyue's expression clearly.Qingyue tried her best to ignore the bursts of tearing pain coming from her waist, as long as she moved, the pain would spread to her whole body, for a moment he turned pale and sweated profusely, looking at the innocent folded face propped on the ground. Sleeve, he clenched his teeth to prevent himself from shouting.

Dong Lin, who was sitting on the ground, was about to burst into laughter. Looking at Qingyue's ferocious expression, he knew that Qingyue was spoiled and spoiled. A weak chicken with good eyes can't even bark, it looks like it has eaten shit.

The two looked at each other, the panic in the eyes of the weaker boy, and the suspicion that flashed in Qingyue's eyes disappeared when she saw the other person's face at a loss, leaving only anger, damn, I can still flash when I teach my younger brother Waist, come quickly, my coach can't go down anymore.

"Palace Master, Lord Su Ye is here, waiting outside." A servant's voice came from outside the building, and both of them were obviously relieved. Lin glanced.

"Hall Master Zhexiu is not good at martial arts, so my master will not say anything. Presumably Hall Master Zhexiu is also a person who wants to save face. Let's pretend that what happened tonight never happened." After listening, Dong Lin nodded obediently, rest assured , I don't say it, other people can see it.

Qingyue went out, Dong Lin was limp on the ground, his face was pressed against the ground, his body was very tired, his health was not good, Qingyue shot but didn't show any emotion, it hurt so much, he was deflated Opening his mouth, he looked like he was about to cry at any moment.

The sound of trampling footsteps sounded, and the faint sound was still evident in Dong Lin's ears. A pair of white-bottomed black-faced boots stopped in front of him, and Dong Lin could only see the man's calf with his sight.Based on the sound of someone's footsteps, the pace of walking has already deduced who the person is. This is an indispensable skill for Hall Master Tingfeng.

Su Ye, the head of Zhulangtang, usually in Wushang Palace, Donglin has the most business exchanges with Zhulangtang, which is in charge of assassination. Tingfengtang has a huge intelligence network, and provides information for customers who can afford the price. According to the information obtained, there are few unknown things in the Jianghu, and Zhulang has to rely on Tingfengtang's well-informed information to successfully complete the mission.

"I told you not to provoke Qingyue, have you learned your lesson now?" Seeing that Dong Lin didn't speak, the man took care of his body, consciously knelt down and looked at him, and saw his appearance inadvertently But he was taken aback, "You, you are not going to cry, are you?"

After listening, Dong Lin gave a wry smile, "Su Ye, I have been wronged very much, the Palace Master doesn't like me, so I won't talk about it for a day or two."

The man snorted, but breathed a sigh of relief: "Who knows what's in your mind, brat, you're going to collapse now, and you can't go back." Speaking of it, he is one of the rare people who understand Zhexiu If Zhexiu who just came to Wushang Palace is a sheep, then he is now a wolf in sheep's clothing, restraining his claws and teeth, waiting pitifully for the hunters to drive them away when he sees other people of the same race, and then Enjoy the delicacies in the sheepfold alone.

Hey, you know me quite well, so Dong Lin raised his face, frowned slightly and looked at Su Ye, and said with a little disgust: "Brother Su Ye, Zhe Xiu knows his mistake, Zhe Xiu's body hurts so much, so you just Show kindness and take me back."

Su Ye shook off the goose bumps all over her body, "You boy, Qingyue went back without saying a few words to me, you are lucky, you can still wait for me to bring you back, come up."

Dong Lin cheered and climbed up Su Ye's back, of course Qingyue couldn't stay for long, because Dong Lin had hit his vital point just now, but Dong Lin would only say that it was a slippery hand.

Yanyu Tower is not far from Dong Lin's residence, but Su Ye took care of Dong Lin's body and did not dare to walk too fast. Dong Lin lay on top of him, and the wind tonight was very noisy.

Happily bored, this world is really boring.

"Why, sleepy."

"kindness…"

Hearing the thick nasal voice behind him, Su Ye tilted his buttocks and adjusted his position, "Ninja, go back and ask the dumb slave to apply the medicine for the wound on your body."

Dong Lin tried his best to get up and looked at the slowly receding trees on both sides, "Su Ye, I want to go to Jiangnan."

It was midnight when the person was delivered, and Su Ye threw him down and was about to leave. The dumb slave quietly applied medicine to Dong Lin, and there were hideous bruises on his fair skin. Although the dumb slave moved very gently, But Dong Lin was keenly aware that he was angry.

"Okay," Dong Lin laughed, "I'm really going to be seriously injured if you keep acting like this." Although those injuries looked serious, they were also due to his physical condition, causing slight touches to cause indentations. To be honest, it doesn't hurt much now.

Hearing this, the dumb slave quickly stopped the movements of his hands and checked carefully to see if he was using too much strength. A big man looked nervous, and didn't stop until he heard Dong Lin's wanton laughter, and didn't apply the medicine anymore. Just stood aside sullenly.

Seeing him like this, Dong Lin knew that the matter was serious, and immediately restrained his laughter and asked, "What's the matter, why are you angry like a child?" That's right, in Dong Lin's eyes, the dumb slave is just a child, Just tease him if you have nothing to do, Donglin doesn't always hide his thoughts and pretend to be a weak person unlike other people.

Dumb slave is actually very handsome. When Dong Lin saw him two years ago, he was already poisoned and lay dying in the cave. He saw him as soon as he entered, but he didn't like the man who was following him all the time. So he didn't intend to save him.Probably because Wushang Palace is really boring, Donglin feels sad when he thinks about the future, after turning around, he finds that he is not dead yet, and saves him with a move of compassion.The dumb slave is a person who knows how to repay his kindness. When he woke up, he knelt down to Donglin without saying a word, and then he has been by his side until now.

The man pursed his thin lips, obviously not wanting to say anything more, Dong Lin looked at his tangled face with interest, and couldn't help laughing again.It felt like I had a small pet, although the man's size didn't quite fit.

The dumb slave's lips moved, and finally he uttered a sentence with difficulty, "The dumb slave just doesn't want the master to get hurt again." His voice was hoarse and rough, as if each word was squeezed out of his throat. Those who said this could feel the pain of speaking, the voice was really not pleasant, it reminded Dong Lin of the feeling like iron nails passing through glass, but Dong Lin just felt distressed.

"Mute slave, don't talk in the future. When your voice gets better, say what you want to say. At that time, even I can't control you."

But the dumb slave just thought that he was about to be abandoned, so he hurried forward and knelt down in front of Donglin, "Master, the dumb slave's life was saved by the master, and even the voice was given by you. The dumb slave will do everything the master wants to do. A dumb slave never leaves its master."