[Comprehensive martial arts + sword three] My subordinates are ghosts and gods

Yuan Yuan couldn't see the distorted expression of the person under him, so naturally he couldn't feel anything wrong.He maintained this posture with a smile on his face: "Don't be afraid, Mr. Du, I'm here to cooperate with you."

Together, do, what?I'm even more afraid when you say that, okay? !

Du Xiaohe struggled and said, "Sit up straight first, and talk properly."

Yuan Yuan sneered: "Why are you so particular about talking to you?" He took out the knife under Du Xiaohe's pillow, put it lightly on Du Xiaohe's neck and said, "Just say you are willing?"

Du Xiaohe frowned, and said, "Why are you so excited!" He glanced, and finally noticed Minglu who was thrown by Yuan Yuan at the end of the bed and had passed out, "What do you mean by bringing him here?"

Yuan Yuan's face was calm: "I said it, I want to cooperate with you, he is a witness."

Du Xiaohe snorted coldly: "I don't want to cooperate with you. Besides, what is there to cooperate with? Don't you want me to let you down at the sword test meeting?"

The light of the knife flickered on Yuan Yuan's fingertips. He played with the knife and was silent for a while, then suddenly with a flick of his wrist, he nailed the knife into the bed rail beside Du Xiaohe's head.

Du Xiaohe was startled by his sudden move, his eyes flickered for a moment, but he didn't show fear, his brows were full of the arrogance of a family member: "Yuan Suiyun, the world spoke so well of you, I thought What an excellent person you will be! I didn't expect that, and that's all!"

Yuan Yuan sighed when he heard the words, and there was a little agreement and sincerity on his face: "You are right, the rumors in this world are always biased. Just like who can believe that the dignified Master Xuexian is actually a low-ranking man?" A young man who wins with poison?"

Du Xiaohe sneered: "If you want to commit a crime, why don't you have any excuses? It's too ridiculous for you to come here with a young man and want to convict me? Not to mention that I haven't done it at all, even if I did, it's too ridiculous. How many people will believe you who speak without evidence?"

"Maybe." Yuan Yuan lowered his head and approached Du Xiaohe's ear, and said softly, "However—even if it's empty words, do you still have to believe it?"

Du Xiaohe: "..."

Yuan Yuan said slowly: "This kind of life-threatening thing must be believed rather than not believed. I just don't know, if everyone takes precautions against this, do you have any alternatives?"

Du Xiaohe's throat twitched, but he didn't respond.

Yuan Yuan smiled, and said again: "So, let's cooperate?"

Du Xiaohe restrained his arrogance, and fell into entanglement and contemplation. After a long while, he said: "What do you want?"

Yuan Yuan's thin lips parted slightly, and just as he was about to speak, the other party interrupted him suddenly: "Wait! I'll make mental preparations first!"

Yuan Yuan: "..." What are you going to do?

Du Xiaohe took a deep breath, and his face was slightly red: "Okay, tell me."

Yuan Yuan: "..." Something is wrong?

"Cough." Yuan Yuan cleared his throat and said, "If my guess is correct, what you are looking for should be the gift prepared for the leader this time, right?"

Du Xiaohe didn't expect him to mention this suddenly, the redness on his face faded in an instant, and replaced with a cold face.

There is a tradition in the Sword Trial Conference. All the forces that come to the conference must bring a gift, and these gifts will be sorted according to the degree of preciousness, and the most expensive one will be awarded to the champion as a prize.

It seems that it is very unusual for Du Xiaohe to take such a risk and strive for one or two!

Yuan Yuan pursed his lips, and didn't probe into it, he just said: "You are for the profit, I am for the name. No matter what the prize is, I don't want it. But this leader, I want to decide!"

Du Xiaohe smiled and said: "With your ability, you may not lose even in a real competition, so why come to this muddy water! Don't forget, on the day of the official competition, the poisoning will definitely be exposed. I can't guarantee that they will suspect you and me."

Yuan Yuan didn't care: "It doesn't necessarily mean that you will lose, but it doesn't mean that you will definitely win. Besides, you are not afraid, what am I afraid of?"

Du Xiaohe took a deep look at him and said, "Okay, deal! I'll let you win, but I will exchange the prize for a fake one."

Yuan Yuan smiled: "There is no evidence for what you say, what if someone between you and me breaks the contract?"

Du Xiaohe's eyes were also full of smiles: "In the rivers and lakes, don't you just rely on the word 'gambling'? Anyway, you are not poisoned, and you have taken precautions. At worst, you and I will compete alone when the time comes."

Yuan Yuan thought for a while, nodded and agreed: "Yes. But, who are you going to poison?"

Du Xiaohe replied: "If everyone is poisoned, the matter will be too big, so I only prepared this poison for a few people who are likely to win the championship. In addition, this poison is extremely difficult to find out, and It will only take effect when internal strength is used. Even if they find something is wrong, they may not be able to produce evidence."

"Very good, then I'll leave it to you." Yuan Yuan got up, took Minglu who was still unconscious into his hand, and walked out the door.

But after walking a few steps, he stopped again, without turning his head, and said quietly, "You agreed so quickly... as if you already knew that I would make these requests."

Du Xiaohe said indifferently: "You have made these requests very calmly, as if... you are very sure that I will agree."

In the night, both of them laughed lightly.

Yuan Yuan said: "It seems that we have met our opponents! Fortunately!"

As soon as his voice fell, he disappeared into the night.

Du Xiaohe stared at the direction he was leaving in a daze. After a long time, he sighed deeply.

***

On the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, it was the sword-testing meeting held every four years.

In previous years, only the thirteen famous kendo sects who were able to control the situation in Jianghu were the only ones who participated in the sword test meeting in previous years, but this year there was another Fusong Sword Sect who hadn't shown up for a long time.

The Fusong Sword Sect has been silent for many years, and the temptation to participate in the meeting this time is full of meaning, so naturally they dare not make too much publicity.It wasn't until the fourteenth day of the twelfth lunar month that the people of the Fusong Sword Sect arrived in Yanlong City, and they only brought two followers with them, they were a little pitifully cautious.

This time, the one who came to embarrass himself on behalf of the Fusong Sword Sect was the eldest son of the Fusong Sword Sect, Mu Qinglang.

Mu Qinglang was born of the original spouse of Mu Zefeng, the master of the Fusong Sword Sect. After this original spouse died of illness, Mu Zefeng married another one.

Mu Zefeng and his first wife were married on the fingertips, so they didn't have any feelings for each other, so naturally they didn't care much for the eldest son, not to mention that they later added a second son, Mu Qingxuan, who was known as a genius since childhood with Xu Xian.

Mu Zefeng's actions this time confirmed the rumor that Mu Qinglang was not favored.The son of a dignified family is forced to come here to accept these gossips, if someone else is arrogant, he will definitely be pissed off.

But Mu Qinglang is not an ordinary person. Even if he was assigned to the courtyard with the worst environment, he still has no mood swings and is very calm.

He was calm, but the servant was very upset about it.Although there were only two people accompanying him this time, they were all Mu Qinglang's confidantes. After tidying up the room for him, he was not in a hurry to leave, and felt resentful for a while.

"This Xuexian Pavilion is really deceiving people too much! We are assigned to such a simple courtyard. Although our Fusong Sword Sect seldom walks in the rivers and lakes, we will not be humiliated like this!"

Mu Qinglang held the scroll with a slight smile, and gently turned a page: "This is nothing more than a humiliation, it's just a rule. Besides, this courtyard is pretty good, I like it very much."

The little servant was helpless: "Young master! You are so temperamental!" He was very anxious, but he couldn't say any more, so he could only swallow all his complaints.

Mu Qinglang made a fist with his left hand, pressed it against his lips, and coughed lightly.He has always been in poor health, and this time he was exhausted, which naturally made the situation worse, and now his lips are faintly blue.

Seeing this, the other servant hurriedly said worriedly: "My lord, I'll go to the pharmacy and get you some medicine!"

Mu Qinglang said: "Alright." It's better to do something than to be sulking here.

The servant misses him, so he goes quickly and returns quickly.

As soon as he entered the door, the color on his face became much more vivid. He rushed in and handed the herb bag to another boy, motioned him to decoct the medicine, and then said to Mu Qinglang excitedly: "My lord, I saw Wu That former son of Zhengshanzhuang!"

Seeing that he was so happy, Mu Qinglang also smiled and said, "Is it the same as the rumors?"

The boy couldn't help himself with excitement: "It's better than nothing! It's really good-looking, and its demeanor...it's like a fairy! And when I went, he was getting medicine for his boy, and he was so kind-hearted. It's too good to say!"

Mu Qinglang smiled helplessly: "I've only met him once, and I'm admiring it so much. If I meet a few more times, why don't I run away with him?"

The boy curled his lips: "You know I don't mean that." His eyes darkened, and he sighed, "It's just... such a good son, it's a pity that he is blind." What's more, he has such a pair of eyes. nice eyes.

The same is true of my own son, who is good-looking and talented, but he has an unreliable father, and the hardships have come to this end.Is there really such a thing as "Heaven is jealous of talents"?

Seeing the boy's silence, Mu Qinglang guessed that he was thinking wildly again. He quickly reached out and touched his head, and comforted him: "Fortune depends on misfortune, and misfortune depends on blessing. Everything in this world depends on the way it works. God, you and I mortals don't need to worry about this."

The sad look on the boy's face did not diminish, but he still nodded: "En."

After a while, the servants sent by Xuexian Pavilion to replace them had arrived, and the two servants from Fusong Sword Sect reluctantly followed the leading maid and left.

The new boy saluted Mu Qinglang respectfully, and said, "Yao Guang has seen you, Young Master."

Mu Qinglang said softly: "You don't need to be too polite. I don't have much to tell you here, you can go down and rest first."

Yao Guang saluted again, and said: "Mr. Xie." He complied with the order, but did not retreat immediately, but took out a sword tassel from his bosom, "This is the one that Mr. Yuan asked Yao Guang to give to Mr. .”

Mu Qinglang was stunned: "Master Yuan? The one from Wuzheng Villa?"

"Of course."

Mu Qinglang took over the sword tassel, the tassel was blue in color, and the pendant was made of beautiful jade.

The act of presenting the spikes of swords had the meaning of making friends in Lu Nan, and the spikes of swords are so exquisite, which shows the sincerity of the other party.

It's just that his family is in decline and he is not favored, so what would he do if the other party made friends with him?Could it be that Yuan Suiyun is really such a humble gentleman as the rumors say, seeing that he is in a pitiful situation, he sent charcoal in a timely manner?

Mu Qinglang took the saber with serious eyes, and untied his own sword tassel and handed it to Yaoguang: "Then I would like to ask Yaoguang to return a gift for me."

Yao Guang took Jiansui, responded, and said, "Young Master Yuan, I have something else to tell you."

Mu Qinglang's eyes flashed: "Oh?"

Yao Guang whispered a few words, then backed out.Only Mu Qinglang was left staring at Jiansui for a long time, and suddenly smiled.

The author has something to say: Du Xiaohe: Just as soon as you made a promise with me, you went to hook up with others?Do you have morals?

Yuan Yuan (doesn't matter): Anyway, you are not my wife.

Zhengshi Xiangshuai: Oh ho ho~ Is there anything you want to explain?

Yuan Yuan: Cough.