Peerless Junior Uncle

In the position where he was at, several circular potholes were smashed into the ground in an instant, which seemed to be caused by a circular hidden weapon the size of a thumb. He Tingge did not deny that if he was even one beat slower, this thing would at least break a few of his own. rib cage.

Quiet, the courtyard at this time can only be described by this word. He Tingge held the gun in front of his chest with one hand and looked around vigilantly. The next second, there was the same trembling sound, this time, it was a rush The number of those who came from the door was obviously more, and they even sealed the blind spot where He Tingge avoided. It seemed that the other party had clearly found He Tingge's retreat. Although the speed of the hidden weapon was much worse than that of the bullet, it still All of this absolutely happened within a second. Just when He Tingge had no choice but to retreat, a blur suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and a plain white figure appeared in front of him. In the next moment, only a few crashing sounds were heard, and several people appeared on the ground around him. Xiaoyuan Pothole

Fu Qingcheng stared at the surroundings under the precise night with a solemn face, with a few black iron beads sandwiched between the folding fan in his hand,

I will forget you

"Bring the carving five steps ahead on the left." Fu Qingcheng said softly. He Tingge looked at it according to his words and found that it was a few inches long. He leaned against Fu Qingcheng and asked, "What's going on?"

"Someone came in. I don't know him. The woodcut is the trigger to start the formation, forcing him out."

Although He Tingge didn't understand formations, he would not doubt Fu Qingcheng. Whether it was a habit or nature, no one could tell.

Fu Qingcheng watched the movement in the pear orchard under the night gradually change, and said softly but absolutely neither humble nor overbearing, "He who comes is a guest, why don't you show up and meet each other, so that I can show the friendship of the landlord."

He Tingge leaned his back against Fu Qingcheng, looked around vigilantly, and sighed in his heart, what kind of world is this, where people can be like ghosts? A document, the three secret agent killers mentioned in it, one of them code-named "Yufeng", seemed to have such a method, but at the time I didn't care much about the description, I thought it was just an exaggeration, how could people fly over the wall , even if you have some skills, you won't be "like a ghost", but after experiencing it personally now, you are a little bit shaken by your own thoughts

Suddenly a whistling sound interrupted He Tingge's thoughts, but Fu Qingcheng swung a few black iron pillars forward with his folding fan, and then some mechanism was activated in the folding fan, and a few thin needles flew out.

There was a muffled hum in the darkness, Fu Qingcheng jumped up and chased in the direction of the sound, He Tingge frowned, and followed closely for two steps, but Fu Qingcheng disappeared in the night.Gritting her teeth secretly, he thrust the gun into the ground fiercely. It turned out that He Tingge didn't have much skill, and anyone could put him in real danger.In this world, he is still a weak person who needs to be protected by Fu Qingcheng, just a weak person,

In his hand is the woodcut, a few inches long, very simple carving, not many tricks, but the work is very delicate, gradually grasping the woodcut, his eyes are a little more firm, he wants to become stronger, at least, no longer is a protege.

About a quarter of an hour later, with a soft sound, Fu Qingcheng's thin figure came from outside the door. Seeing the figure under the candlelight in front of the table, Fu Qingcheng's footsteps were light, and then he said softly, "What's wrong?"

He Tingge looked at the candlelight without looking back, but asked, "Who is that?"

"I don't know." Fu Qingcheng sat in the wheelchair, urged the mechanism to come to He Tingge's side and said, "But he should be from the valley, of course, he must have sneaked in."

"Same as me?" He Tingge asked with a slight tilt of his head, and Fu Qingcheng nodded without surprise when he heard the words: "It's not impossible."

"Why so sure?"

"No reason, intuition." After finishing speaking, Fu Qingcheng blew on the lamp and said, "Go to sleep, I'm fine."

He Tingge didn't say anything, and according to his words, he got on the bed that he hadn't slept in for a long time. Fu Qingcheng didn't show the slightest surprise, and urged the wheelchair into the inner room.

This night, from the initial shadow of swords and swords, it returned to calm again.He Tingge was lying on the bed, looking at the pitch-black roof, but he could not calm down. No matter what the reason was, when he came to this strange place, he actually returned to the Northern Qi Dynasty thousands of years ago. Before he could go back, he had to let himself survive in this place full of strong men, he had to make himself stronger.

The next day, everything was as usual. It seemed that what happened last night was just an ordinary dream. Fu Qingcheng didn't mention a word. It seemed that such uninvited guests were not uncommon here.

In the lake behind the bamboo house, there was a sound of water from time to time, and the mist filled the air. The tall and straight figure of He Tingge was indistinct. At this time, the boy who was only fifteen or sixteen years old had put away his previous confused state of mind, just like a spear in his hand. , Gradually become tough and sharp.

Fu Qingcheng looked away from the window, a faint smile hung on his lips, He Tingge, you are still He Tingge after all, you are the only He Tingge I know.

He came to the desk with his hands behind his back, picked up the pen, his eyebrows were slightly clustered, and then he wrote in a smooth and flowing manner. The handwriting was as handsome as his own, leaving a trace of ink fragrance wherever the pen passed.

"He Tingge!" The third time Fu Qingcheng saw half a basin of fish in the kitchen, he still couldn't help shouting to the boy outside the door who was wiping his sweat with a towel.

"En?" He Tingge turned his head, his handsome eyebrows frowned slightly, "What's wrong?"

Looking at the young man in front of him who seemed to be a bit stronger and taller, Fu Qingcheng said helplessly: "You are not afraid that the Dragon Lord will punish you."

"Why?" He Tingge put down the towel, supported the door frame with one hand, and asked.

"Hey!" After speaking, he picked up a steamed bun and stuffed it into He Tingge's mouth.

He Tingge took a bite of the steamed bun and leaned against the door frame: "Speaking of Lord Dragon, Fu Qingcheng, do you believe that there is a god in this world?"

"I don't believe it. Why do you ask this suddenly?"

"I don't believe it either. However, people always have a belief. In this way, even in the face of desperation, they will not feel lonely. Having a god in their hearts that they can believe in is the only motivation that can support themselves and not give up easily in desperation. "He Tingge bit his steamed bun and said softly. He seldom said something so seriously. He used to not believe in the existence of gods. If there were gods, why would the entire land of China become miserable and full of wolves? "I don't believe in God, but before that I had faith, at least I knew why I was fighting, but now, after leaving that situation, suddenly, I have no faith, and I still don't know what I want to do. These days, I always feel that I want to become stronger, but when I become stronger, what else can I do besides protect myself?"

The calm statement, without any emotional tone, Fu Qingcheng looked at He Tingge who had said so much in surprise, and suddenly the corners of his lips curled up, and his hands kept washing the fish: "Why do you care so much? If you really feel that you need a belief to make you feel at ease, then treat me as the god in your heart."

He Tingge paused when he heard the words, and then sneered: "Aren't you under any pressure?"

Fu Qingcheng didn't change his face: "The problem of pressure is something that people without ability think about."

He Tingge raised his handsome eyebrows: "Little uncle is very confident."

"No and no." Fu Qingcheng shook his head, and washed the blood stains on his hands in the clear water beside him: "It's just that the person is you."

He Tingge naturally understood what he meant, and said with a wry smile: "Forget it, I will only stay with you for a few more days, and my little uncle will remember to protect me for these few days."

"Then don't forget the three pillars of fragrance in the morning and evening."

"That's natural."

Fu Qingcheng wiped the water from his hands with a towel, and said, "Don't worry, little prince, even if you leave, Uncle Wei will miss you occasionally."

"I will forget you." After finishing speaking, He Tingge took the steamed bun and left, ignoring Fu Qingcheng's wry smile behind him.

【Sorry for not updating. The explanations are superfluous. I will update as soon as I have time. I am also looking forward to the development of this story. Let's watch it together. 】

dark fire

The spring rains are always so frequent, and the sun is still shining brightly in the morning, but it gradually changes in the afternoon. He Tingge moved the medicinal materials from the yard into the house with ease, and seeing Fu Qingcheng who was flipping through the books, he finally asked: " What are you doing to post these things? I haven’t seen you use them.”

"It doesn't have to be useful to do it, not to mention, how do you know I'm useless." Fu Qingcheng didn't raise his head.

He Tingge pursed his lips unobtrusively, too lazy to argue with him, patted the dust on his hands and said, "Is there any leather?"

"What?" Fu Qingcheng raised his head and cast a questioning look.

He Tingge asked in a different way: "Is there something like a soft cloth that doesn't leak?"

"No."

"Forget it." He Tingge didn't ask any more questions, and went out the door instead.

"Where are you going?" Fu Qingcheng looked at the young man's back and asked.

"Play."

Fu Qingcheng watched the young man outside the door take the bow and arrow from the outer wall of the house, then walked towards the forest behind the bamboo building, without asking any more questions, turned around and put the book in his hand aside, and held the ink-stained pen in his hand. In his hand, after a little thought, he wrote it on the paper.

In the evening, a muffled thunder sounded outside the main building, and with a cold wind rushing into the bamboo building, Fu Qingcheng looked up at the gloomy weather, and frowned slightly, why did he go out for almost two hours and didn't come back, so he didn't know what to do what went.

Finally, the sound of raindrops hitting the bamboo board rang in my ears, Fu Qingcheng