[Cat and Mouse] Jianhe

This voice called to be well-behaved and sweet, but the woman in the green shirt barely raised her pale melon-seeded face slightly, without showing any emotion.The frost does not fade, and the melting and cold moon permeates the clouds and green silk.

As usual, Zhan Zhao accepted the gift and approached Yan Xilai, using the cover of night to stick out his tongue and said: "Master, Yutang has escaped and can't be found anywhere." It should have been thought of a long time ago, how could the rats know this? Be safe, and keep the rope firmly by your side in case of rainy days.

Yan Xilai didn't say anything, but only slightly gestured to Xue Ye not far away.

The moonlight is clear, and the white snow is as clear as a mirror.Zhan Zhao got Yan Xilai's true biography, and his eyes can see extremely far at night.The small body was lying on the snow with its back up, and its two white arms were exposed with sleeves in front of it, like the front paws of a little mink.Perhaps it was night hypnosis, the little guy was listless and half-hanging his head, unable to see his face clearly.The so-called stepping on the iron shoes and finding nowhere is easy, so Zhan Zhao leaped to his side, tapped him lightly on the forehead and said, "It's really ugly to be born like this."

Didn't recognize Zhan Zhao's voice, just felt someone invade his forehead, Bai Yutang suddenly raised his head like a frightened little beast, the peach blossom eyes inlaid on the pink jade carved face gave off a bit of sharpness.Clenching her small fists, she might jump up and greet Zhan Zhao's face at any moment.

As soon as Bai Yutang's small face was raised, the red and bruised handprints on his cheeks could be clearly seen, which was really shocking in his clear face.The handprint slanted to the side of the ear, slightly swollen, even just looking at it is painful.

"What's the matter, who hit you?" Zhan Zhao was startled, he put his hands on the little guy's cheeks and looked around, being careful not to touch the scar.

After all, Little Fist greeted him, not fast but with a fearless posture.Zhan Zhao was in a half-squat posture, absolutely still and still, and easily dodged the blow with a slight tilt of his upper body.The right hand turned the palm into a claw shape, pinching Bai Yutang's Taiyuan and Shenmen acupoints just right, and the attack disappeared without a trace.

Rao, it is difficult for people in martial arts to attack these two acupoints with palm fists.Bai Yutang struggled several times to no avail, so he covered his eyes with his other hand and muttered softly, "Smelly cat, dead cat, hurry up, I didn't see anything."

Smelly cat, dead cat, Zhan Zhao was taken aback for a moment, just now remembering that this little junior had given him the name cat.Even in the half-squatting position, one can feel the coolness of the cold snow passing through the meridians through the knees. The little guy has been lying in the snow for so long, and he has never had inner strength and mental protection. It would be bad if he was frozen.Zhan Zhao let go of Bai Yutang's hand, went around to his side and put his arms around his body, wanting to hug him.

As soon as the hand regained its freedom, he covered his eyes, and Bai Yutang's small face was completely covered by the two white and tender hands.Then he sensed Zhan Zhao's movements, and then the whole person left the ground, opened his mouth and let out a short cry of panic, and then began to punch, kick, struggle and thrash.

When the senior brother went out, there was still the younger brother to bargain. Zhan Zhao's subordinates tightened their grip on the writhing body, and placed the little guy upright on the snow.The boots touched the snow, Bai Yutang calmed down and stopped struggling, remembering what happened just now, he hurriedly covered his face with his hands.

"Why are you covering it? It's not like I haven't seen it before." Zhan Zhao tapped his outstretched fingers one by one, like spring rain soaking the stamens.The tentacles were cold, perhaps it had been frozen for too long, and Shengxue's complexion was a little red.

Bai Yutang didn't say a word, just glanced through his fingers.All he could see was Zhan Zhao's smiling face, which was close at hand, and he hurriedly closed his eyes, as if he really wouldn't open them again this time.The past is the past, the present is the present, if you don’t show it, you don’t show it.

Even though Bai Yutang covered his face with his hands, the palm marks on his cheeks could still be pieced together from fragmentary pieces.Zhan Zhao couldn't tell what it was like, but he felt depressed and wished he could know the cause and effect immediately.Opening his lips again, the tone of his voice became less joking and more solemn, the clear childish voice flowed like a river into the sea, "Yutang, who hit this, tell me."

"No!" Bai Yutang refused without hesitation, covering his face with both hands more tightly.On the one hand, there is the stubbornness of gritting the teeth and not revealing the details, and on the other hand, the innocence of trying to hide the truth and cover his face with his hands.

Zhan Zhao raised his pretty eyebrows slightly, and was about to beat around the bush to figure out the cause and effect, but suddenly heard a cold voice not far away.Who once described a woman with soft water, water can turn into ice, and the sharp ice tip can't even engrave a trace of emotion. "it's me."

The one who made the sound was Feng Suqi, the woman in green clothes like an iceberg.

I thought it was Tianluan's blind disciple who bullied the new junior brother, but unexpectedly it was Master Feng who did it.All the previous suspicions and speculations were all in vain, Zhan Zhao was at a loss for a moment, but it was only a moment.After taking a few steps, he came to Feng Suqi, leaving behind a series of footprints, one deeper than the other.

"This is Grandpa's business, why are you messing around!" Bai Yutang was finally willing to move his hands away, and saw Zhan Zhao's back like a green pine and bamboo at a glance.It's hard to see clearly in the dark night, only the majestic character is fully revealed from the childish body.The countless insults, accusations, and laughs that followed were all swallowed, and the cold wind was blowing between the lips and teeth, so they couldn't feel the coolness.

Zhan Zhao is not too tall among children of this age, and he has to raise his head to look up at Feng Suqi's indifferent almond eyes.After giving a salute, he said, "Master Feng, Yutang is new here and is unfamiliar with the place of life. If there is any offence, please ask Master Feng Haihan. If you want to reduce the crime, please ask Master Feng to let Zhan Zhao bear it. After all, it is Zhan Zhao. Incompetence failed to manage him well."

Bai Yutang rushed over like a gust of wind, lifted his foot and kicked Zhan Zhao's leg, "Whoever wants you to pretend to be a hero, you don't have to worry about grandpa's affairs."

Let the little guy's feet land on his calves, even though he doesn't have any martial arts moves, the brute force still hurts a bit.Zhan Zhao gritted his teeth secretly, he would die if he was more lenient.When this matter is over, I must drag it away and give a good reprimand before I can repay the many debts.With an unabated look of determination on his face, Zhan Zhao still saluted, and said slowly, "Don't embarrass Yutang, Master Feng."

The three of them remained motionless, only Bai Yutang's crisp voice and the howling cold wind broke the silence.Feng Suqi looked at this scene with an expressionless expression on his alluring face.

After a while of silence, Yan Xilai finally spoke, saying: "Zhaoer, Master Feng has his own judgment." Then he turned his eyes slightly sideways, and said to Feng Suqi: "In the future, Yutang will follow you and become an outer disciple."

There is a difference between the outer disciples and the direct disciples.A direct disciple is to worship under a certain master and inherit all the mantle of this master, while an outer disciple is not regarded as worshiping under the name of this master.Generally speaking, people who are not born with martial arts roots and are difficult to become masters in martial arts, and high-ranking officials who practice martial arts only for physical fitness, or who only want to learn a few basic self-defense skills will stay as foreign disciples. In Tianluan.

Zhan Zhao is the only direct disciple of Yan Xilai, the head of Tianluan, and Yan Xilai, as the head of Tianluan, has never even had any disciples from outside sects.Feng Suqi is one of the eight masters of Tianluan, and occupies the Xun position in the eight trigrams.

"Master!" Zhan Zhao called out.Naturally, Bai Yutang couldn't understand the difference. Zhan Zhao, who was born in Tianluan and grew up in Tianluan, knew the stakes clearly.Regardless of whether the outer disciples can learn the real materials, as long as the identity of the outer disciples, there are many direct disciples who look down on them, both openly and secretly.

Yan Xilai didn't pay attention to Zhan Zhao, but quietly watched Feng Suqi, his gaze was as calm as water, like a boundless wasteland with no border in sight.Feng Su Qishuang remained undisturbed by the cold, lowered her head slightly, and replied: "Yes." A gust of cold wind blew past, stirring up a bleak and lonely strand of hair on her forehead.

"Grandpa, don't follow this dominatrix!" Bai Yutang yelled, stomping his feet, and finally understood in his heart that Yan Xilai sold him to this vicious and unwanted woman with one word.He came to Tianluan to visit the mountains and rivers, if he followed this master Feng, he would still be able to play and be played.

Zhan Zhao also couldn't bear it, he didn't even care that it was in front of Yan Xilai and Feng Suqi, "Master, after all, he shouldn't be an outer disciple."

Feng Suqi glanced at Zhan Zhao indifferently, and walked straight to Bai Yutang, his almond eyes were cold and indifferent like thousands of years of ice.The corners of his pale lips raised slightly, and he said slowly, "I can't stand it, you can leave anytime, no one is stopping you." The contempt and disdain were obvious, as if he had already seen through Bai Yutang's future.

The little guy who was jumping and punching before immediately stopped making a sound, and only raised his head to look up at Feng Suqi's eyes.Qing Lingling's eyes are really immature, but there is a hint of the sharpness of a sword.The words are sharp, pouring out all the strength in the small body. "I won't leave until I defeat you."

Feng Suqi's lips and teeth moved lightly, and he said coldly: "Tomorrow is the time, Mujiaoyuan." The Mujiaoyuan she mentioned was a courtyard where Tianluan practiced basic skills. Yu Houshan.After finishing speaking, the hem of the light Ru skirt is like flowing clouds, and it can draw an arc against the soft plain snow.Picking up the broken red shirt on the snow, carefully brushing off the white snow on it, folding it properly in his hand, turning around and leaving.

"Master Feng—" Seeing that Yan Xilai was determined not to change his mind this time, Zhan Zhao gritted his teeth and said to Feng Suqi's back.Inadvertently seeing the little guy's scorching and constricted eyes, knowing that everything Yan Xilai does has a cause and effect, it is still unavoidable.

Yan Xilai stared at Feng Suqi's gentle movements calmly, and when he looked back, his voice sank, and his gentle words could not be refuted, "Zhaoer, send Yutang to rest." Then he blinked lightly indifferently, once again, once again , repeated three times.

Seeing Zhan Zhao like this, it is easy to understand that this is the master looking for him alone, and the original language has been taken back.

Bai Yutang grabbed the hem of Zhan Zhao's clothes and tugged at it, his crystal eyes shining brightly in the night, "Where are you going?" The Tianluan Mountains are rolling one after another, and the roads and houses are covered with plain snow all over the sky. It was so white that he couldn't find the way to come.

Zhan Zhao's eyes fell on Bai Yutang, and he felt something flying close to his face.With a trick of flying flowers and picking leaves, he came out with the momentum, and quickly grasped the thing flying from the air in the palm of his hand, and when he fixed his eyes, it turned out to be a small porcelain bottle tied with a light green ribbon.The plain porcelain bottle body is clean and free of stains, and it is cold in the hand.Feng Suqi's indifferent voice came from far away, piercing through the howling wind and falling into his ears, "Promoting blood and eliminating scars." After the four words fell, there was no more words.