Record of the Missing Sect Master

Entering Sanjiu soon, the weather is getting colder and colder.

Wen Renheng found that his junior was getting lazy, especially in the morning.

When the seniors are still there, the juniors will at least get up and go to the dining room to eat.As soon as the senior left, the younger brother stayed in bed and didn't eat breakfast on time.

Wen Renheng was extremely suspicious that it was intentional that Junior Brother Tian had been wearing a mask and wandering in front of the eyes of his seniors without suppressing his instincts - because their expressions were complicated and tangled when they left. "The murderous transformation of the heart is messed up.

In fact, Wei Ding and his wife were killed, the world will definitely be shaken for a while, and there are too many follow-up things, the seniors will leave sooner or later, Wen Renheng reckons that they are spending time in the Yang family, most likely they want to persuade the younger brother to "return to the right path" , probably they thought that the younger brother deliberately made Bai Dao disgusted because he had unrevenged grudges before, but the younger brother used actions to tell them that this is the real him now, the seniors were speechless and naturally retreated.

So someone happily sent him away, and the next day he couldn't get up in bed.

Wen Renheng always pampered him, so he lay down with him, hugged him in his arms, occasionally teased him, and soon got out of control.It wasn't until someone wanted to have breakfast and lunch together that Wen Renheng felt that this was not going to work, so he dug him up.

Ye Youyou sighed: "Brother, I've been exhausted all these years."

Wen Renheng looked down at him.

Ye You said: "Besides, I was afraid of the cold when I was a child, and I feel bad when winter comes."

Wen Renheng didn't really believe it.

The younger brother has a flamboyant personality, he is not a person who hurts the spring and the autumn, and is unhappy when something happens. Even if he carries a blood feud for 20 years, he will definitely let himself live a good life, and he will not have any enjoyment or fun that he should enjoy. will fall.

He stays in bed just because he wants to.

Ye You calmly withstood his scrutiny and retreated into the bed, turned around not to look at him.

Wen Renheng had nothing to do with him, so he tucked the quilt for him and went out to serve the meal. When he came back, he picked him up, waited for him to wash up, handed him the porridge, and gently told him, "Don't go to bed immediately after eating."

Ye You maintained a half-awake state, staring at his brother's handsome face with his chin propped up, feeling more pleasing to the eye as he looked at it, and he was a little out of his wit when he spoke: "Well, listen to Madam."

Wen Renheng glanced at him with a smile but not a smile: "Master, do you want me to feed you?"

Ye You woke up immediately, took the bowl, and said, "No need."

Wen Renheng grabbed his wrist, leaned over and kissed his forehead, let him go and sat down at the next table.

There was a moist residual temperature on the forehead, Ye You knew that his senior brother was just getting close to him habitually, but for some reason, he still felt a feeling of being teased, as if that trace of temperature could seep into the skin and turn into feathers faintly Like sweeping the apex of the heart.

He squinted his eyes, got up and passed.

Wen Renheng fetched clothes and put them on him: "Aren't you staying on the bed?"

How can the bed be more attractive than you?

Ye You wanted to tease her lips as soon as she moved, but at this moment, a very soft sigh came from the courtyard: "It's snowing."

He paused slightly.

After a few breaths, there was a knock on the door.

Ye You said: "Come in."

Hearing this, Mr. Yang pushed open the door and greeted them with a nod: "Master Wenren, Master Ye."

He was still humble and polite in the past, with a decent smile on the corner of his mouth, but he was a little thinner, and there was a little shadow under his eyes, obviously he didn't sleep well recently.Wen Renheng saw a little hesitation on his face, so he took the initiative to go out, and closed the door for them thoughtfully.

The room immediately fell silent.

Ye You motioned him to sit down, and began to drink porridge slowly.

Young Master Yang went to sit beside him and poured himself a cup of tea.

Ye You noticed that his hands were trembling a little, but he finally managed to control it and took a sip of tea from the teacup. He couldn't help raising his lips appreciatively—the only good thing Wei Haide did to him in the whole thing was to put He taught very well.

Ye You couldn't be sure how this person would be trained by him if nothing happened, but he knew that no matter what, he would not be better than he is now. After all, this person has been living the life of a young master, and he is in charge of the Yang family alone. , regardless of status or ability, is beyond the reach of a book boy.

He continued to eat and didn't ask if he was okay for a while.

Mr. Yang didn't speak either.

He was silent for a while, and wanted to take another sip of tea to stabilize his mood, but he felt that his fingertips were still trembling, so he could only give up and looked at Ye You.

The eye sockets were red, covered with a layer of water vapor, Ye You took a look and asked, "Remember?"

Mr. Yang said in a low voice: "I don't know if it counts...I have had a lot of dreams these days."

Ye You let out a "huh".

When Wei Jin was injured, it took more than a month for Miao Miao and the idiot to completely remove the medicine. This was because of Wei Jin's high martial arts skills, which allowed some of the medicine's properties to be released in advance.And this person's foundation is not good, and he doesn't know martial arts at all. Even if Miao Miao and the others find the medicine, they still have many difficulties. The bits and pieces don't go away.

Besides, this person is a year younger than him.

What can a four-year-old remember?

He said: "You must be tired these days, don't think too much, take a rest first."

Mr. Yang shook his head, still looking at him, and asked hoarsely, "I vaguely remember chasing after you and calling you young master..."

Ye You said "hmm" again, remembering the old incident, and said with a smile: "You were quite round back then."

Mr. Yang's eyes were even redder.

Recently, a lot of things have been added to his mind, which is hazy.

At that time, the house seemed to be very big, and there were many people. It was very lively every day, and there were endless snacks. The tall man put him on his neck and smiled and turned around. The picture was like the first flower blooming in early spring, happy And beautiful.

But then everything turned into a sea of ​​blood, clearer and more terrifying than his original memory.

The man squatted in front of him, and said in the midst of the noise: "A Bao, our entire family belongs to the Yang family. Remember, if you are caught, you will say that you are the young master of the Yang family..."

He didn't know what happened next, only that he woke up with tears streaming down his face.

Looking at the person in front of him, he felt that this person was slowly overlapping with the beautiful young master in his mind, and opened his mouth: "...Young master."

Ye You patted him on the shoulder.

Mr. Yang suddenly couldn't restrain himself.

The hesitation and helplessness of the past few days came to his mind, he immediately covered his face with one hand, his voice choked up uncontrollably: "Master, I..."

"Needless to say," Ye You said, "I am very happy that you are still alive."

Mr. Yang's shoulders trembled slightly, and his other hand clenched tightly into a fist, and it took a long time before he managed to stop it.

He actually didn't know what to say.

In the past 20 years, under the name of the young master, he has rich clothes and fine food, and recognized a thief as his father. Although it was not what he wanted, he still felt embarrassed.

He put down his hand and asked in a low voice, "What's the young master's plan?"

Ye You said: "It's called Second Brother."

Mr. Yang instantly felt that he heard it wrong: "--what?"

Ye You said: "There are only three people left in the Yang family. How can the family be divided into young masters and young masters?"

Mr. Yang understood what he meant, and said, "But..."

Ye You interrupted him: "No but, unless you dislike me."

As soon as the address of "this seat" came out, Mr. Yang immediately wanted to wipe off his sweat.

He used to be close to Feng Xianzhuang, and under the influence of Wei Jiangyue, he really disliked Master Ye and Palace Master Xie, but now his young master is the leader of the Demon Cult, does he dare to dislike him?

No, it should be said that even if the leader of the Demon Cult is not the young master, he wouldn't have the guts to say "dislike" in front of others!

I'm afraid there are not many people in this world who dare?

Seeing that he was left speechless by himself, Ye You smiled and said: "That's it, even the monks in Shaolin have said that you are rich, and you will be in charge of the Yang family from now on."

Mr. Yang was anxious: "No, I have to follow you."

Ye You raised his eyebrows: "Go back to the Devil's Cult with me?"

"..." Mr. Yang's mind flashed through the elders of the Demon Cult that he had met these days and the rumors about the Demon Cult that he had heard before. Feeling unsure about entering the tiger's mouth, he said solemnly, "Okay."

Ye You laughed: "You should stay here."

Mr. Yang wanted to shake his head subconsciously, but he only heard the young master continue: "The roots of the Yang family are here, and Huayang City has to keep people."

He thought of the tomb outside the city for an instant, and swallowed back the words in his mouth.

Things are finally settled.

Ye You simply asked a few words, and when he heard that he could only remember a little, he didn't force him, and motioned him to go back and rest.

When Wen Renheng came back, Ye You had just finished eating.He raised his head and saw a little snow falling on his senior brother's shoulders. He got up and went to the door to have a look, and found that a thin layer of snow had accumulated on the ground, like frost.

Wen Renheng said: "Don't catch a cold."

"It's okay, I..." Ye You wanted to say that I have internal energy to protect my body, but suddenly remembered that he said that he was afraid of freezing when he was a child, so he quickly changed his words, "I can make some wine."

Wen Renheng didn't expose him, but pulled him back.

Ye You sat on the chair for a while and then returned to the bed, gradually feeling drowsy, he heard the voice of the scarred man in a daze, presumably he was looking for his brother because of the bipolar gate, but then he heard Hearing a familiar smell, he sat up immediately: "Fengzui?"

Wen Renheng came back with the jug in his hand, and asked with a smile, "Are you still sleeping?"

Ye You said: "How important is alcohol to sleep?"

Wen Renheng said: "Huh?"

Ye You walked over and kissed the corner of his mouth, and teased with a suppressed voice: "Sleeping is not as important as drinking with you?"

Wen Renheng was reluctantly satisfied, took his hand, walked to sit on the soft couch by the window, and cooked wine.Ye You opened the window a little, and the scene of the first snow suddenly came into view.

The two drank together under the first snow, as if their hearts had calmed down.

Ye You looked at the person in front of him, took a sip of his wine, and narrowed his eyes comfortably.

Wen Renheng noticed that his gaze stayed on him for too long, and asked, "Why?"

Ye You smiled and said, "It's pretty, why don't you allow me to look at it a few more times?"

Wen Renheng couldn't help smiling, looked at the disaster in front of him, drank the wine in the glass, grabbed the back of his head and walked over directly mouth to mouth.

The mellow aroma of wine mixed with the familiar taste stimulated the nerves, Wen Renheng's eyes gradually darkened, and hearing the man's low humming in his ears, he felt more and more unable to suppress the fire, closed the window, up.

At the same time, a carriage stepped through the first snow and slowly stopped at Yang's house.

The curtain of the car was lifted, and an unparalleled girl walked out first.

She turned her head and said with a smile: "Brother Shaotian, we are here."