Peerless Junior Uncle

Tang Yu's clothes swayed slightly in the wind, Tang Yu was startled, and it was too late to close her palm, she just felt as if she had hit the cotton with her palm, and there was no impact at all.

"Little Martial Uncle!" Everyone reacted and bowed in unison.Tang Yu turned pale, and hastily bowed to the ground: "The disciple is reckless."

He Tingge couldn't react for a while when he saw the people who appeared suddenly, and then, like the disciples around him, he got down on one knee, just looking at the sky-blue clothes in front of him, a little confused.

"What about the competition?" Fu Qingcheng flicked the hit shoulder lightly with a fan, as if he was dying from dust, and asked with a light smile.

Tang Yu's complexion turned pale. Although his palm didn't bring much force, it didn't hurt anyone, but it was poisonous. If the little uncle was poisoned, it would be over: "Yes." Tang Yu replied cautiously. arrive.

"Oh~~" Fu Qingcheng drew a long tune, nodded, and said, "Get up, everyone. The disciples in the valley should learn from each other and learn from each other."

The disciples secretly breathed a sigh of relief, He Tingge stood behind Fu Qingcheng without making a sound, just looked at the young man standing there with a smile and a smile.

"Are you the fourth brother's disciple, Tang Yu?" Fu Qingcheng seemed curious.

Tang Yu put away Zhuyeqing and said, "Yes."

"En..." Fu Qingcheng rubbed his chin: "The Tang Sect's Poison Art is really powerful. Unexpectedly, the Lord Tang Yuetian even passed on his personal weapon, Zhuyeqing, to you."

When Tang Yu heard this, her heart tightened. Although Cuigu recruited disciples, almost all disciples from families with backgrounds did not reveal their identities directly. Although Tang Yu said that she was from Tangjiabao, she never said that she was a direct descendant of the Tang family.If his identity is known, he may not be able to stay any longer.

"Could it be that you stole it?" Seeing that Tang Yu didn't speak, Fu Qingcheng asked mysteriously: "I heard that the Tang family is good at assassination, but I didn't expect that this kind of stealing is also quite powerful."

Tang Yu's face turned blue, but he didn't dare to speak directly, cursing secretly in his heart, Fu Qingcheng said earnestly: "Although the disciples in the valley are not limited to disciplines, you still have to go outside to do this nonsense. In the valley, you should restrain yourself. Okay, got it?"

Tang Yu gritted her teeth, nodded and said, "Xie, little uncle, for reminding me."

"En~~" Fu Qingcheng nodded in satisfaction and said, "What about you?"

The rest of the disciples hurriedly returned: "Xie, Junior Uncle, for reminding me."

"Then go away."

All the disciples left one after another, and Tang Yu finally turned and left with a livid face.

For a while, only He Tingge and Fu Qingcheng were left in the open space. Fu Qingcheng turned his head and saw He Tingge who had been standing behind him silently.

"Are you okay?" He Tingge glanced at Fu Qingcheng's shoulder, which was hit by Tang Yu, and asked softly.

Seeing his expression, Fu Qingcheng smiled helplessly after all: "Do you think I should be slapped until I vomit blood?"

Knowing that he was fine, He Tingge breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Maybe."

After thinking about it, he realized that the two of them were standing here, and there was really nothing to say. He Tingge said, "Then I'm leaving. Uncle Ran is waiting for me at the exit."

After speaking, he turned and wanted to leave.

"Fengxi." Suddenly Fu Qingcheng's plain voice came from behind him, and He Tingge was taken aback when he heard the words, Fengxi?The name was very strange, but he understood in an instant that it was calling him.

He Tingge looked back at Fu Qingcheng, who just smiled slightly: "It's been a long time since anyone called you that? Have you forgotten that your name is Fengxi?"

He Tingge frowned slightly, word?table word?

"It's okay, no one will call you that in the future anyway." Fu Qingcheng took a step forward, took out a book from his sleeve, and handed it over: "Take it, I'll give it to you for my uncle."

"What?" He Tingge asked, looking at the handwritten book in front of him.

"Three styles of breaking soldiers."

He Tingge frowned slightly, seemingly puzzled.

"Go back and look at it. Although the He family's marksmanship is strong and fierce, the so-called one inch is long and one inch is strong, but everything in the world has its weaknesses. Although the marksmanship is powerful, it is still not enough. If you encounter a short-sniper like Tang Yu, It’s not easy to deal with. This book, Three Forms of Bing Breaking, was researched by me based on the secret books left by my master in Liyuan, so it should be suitable for you.”

"Are you protecting me just now?" He Tingge finally asked.

Fu Qingcheng was taken aback when he heard the words, and then couldn't help laughing: "Do you need me to protect you?" Then he shook his head and said: "No, it's just that sometimes you are too stubborn, or you don't want to give in, just like you Gun in hand."

"I see." He Tingge understood what he meant, nodded and said, "I'll see."

"Aren't you afraid that what I give you will make you go crazy in practice? I wrote it silently." Fu Qingcheng asked curiously.

"Don't be afraid." He Tingge didn't say anything else, and walked out of the valley.

Fu Qingcheng looked at the back of the boy leaving, smiled faintly, turned and left.

However, not long after He Tingge left Cuigu, a group of people in black quietly approached the hillside of Cuigu. The leader was a man with a black veil covering his face under the bamboo hat, and the only eye that was exposed was looking at the people down the slope without any emotion. valley.

The rein in his hand held the black horse under his crotch, and a rhododendron flower was embroidered with silver thread on the simple black sleeve, with a little red in the center, like a cuckoo weeping blood.

"Order to go down and rest where you are." There was no ups and downs in the indifferent tone.

The few people behind nodded their heads to accept the order, and bowed back.

"Seventeen."

"exist."

"Take a group of people, go to the northwest direction, and act according to the signal."

"Yes." The black-clothed man named Seventeen immediately led a group of people and quietly headed northwest.

In the elegant carriage, He Tingge rubbed his bumpy forehead, and heard the sound of wheels grinding on the ground, creaking, like a monotonous lullaby, which made people drowsy.

This state has been going on for a day. He Tingge opened the curtain of the car and looked at the darkened sky. He suddenly felt a little confused. When he came out of Cuigu, the sky and the earth were vast, and there were occasional pedestrians passing by on the ancient road. are very strange.

"Master, there is an inn ahead, let's rest for one night, and go on our way tomorrow?" Uncle Ran opened the curtain and said

Life and death

He Tingge nodded.

The inn is very simple, and it looks like it is for the convenience of passers-by. Under the dim lights, there are a few diners sitting sparsely, drinking miscellaneous wine, and there are conversations from time to time.

Uncle Ran asked the shopkeeper for an upper room, and asked for some food, and said that it would be delivered to the room, so he led He Tingge upstairs first.

It is said that the room is clean, but in fact it is relatively clean. He Tingge is responsible for being a pampered young master. Everything is taken care of by Uncle Ran, so there is nothing wrong with him.

"Young Master, after the meeting, you should rest early and hurry up early tomorrow morning. It is estimated that you will arrive in Kyoto in seven or eight days."

"kindness."

After the master and servant had a simple dinner, they rested.

He Tingge was lying on the hard bed, with his arms under his head, looking at Xuanyue outside the window. He was drowsy at first, but he was sober at this moment.Subconsciously looked around, there was no familiar figure on the empty bed board, nor was there that familiar voice chattering in his ears.

He sighed insignificantly. To He Tingge, Fu Qingcheng is really still a child, but he always puts the two of them on the same plane. Is it because he has become naive, or is it the boy Fu Qingcheng? A mature heart under the appearance?

"Fu Qingcheng." Recited the name softly, He Tingge smiled faintly, good night.

In the middle of the night, there was a sudden knock on the door downstairs.Then came Xiao Er's sleepy voice: "Who is it?"

When He Tingge was disturbed, he frowned from his sleep, turned around and covered his ears with the quilt unaccustomed, and vaguely missed the days when he slept peacefully in Cuigu.

"Damn it, I'm so exhausted after driving in the middle of the night, damn it." Several people cursed from outside the door.

"Give me three catties of wine first, I'm dying of thirst."

Xiaoer didn't dare to disobey, rubbing his eyes that were not clear enough to get the wine, he muttered: "Isn't there an inn in Taniguchi on the west side of the suburb? It must be midnight..."

"Bah!" One of the passers-by shook the shawl on his shoulders and said, "There is no inn. If the fire burns, the entire valley will probably disappear, and the inn will be turned into ashes long ago."

"Tsk tsk. Speaking of which, what happened? I remember that old Mo Qianqiu's territory was full of well-known disciples. Why did it suddenly catch fire?" A middle-aged man said Pulling his collar, he looked incredible.

Xiaoer was shocked when he heard it, and woke up a little sleepy, and hurried over with a drink: "You guys are talking about Cuigu?"

"Isn't it? It's a dry day, I didn't expect the fire to burn to Cuigu."

"Have you seen it with your own eyes?"

"Well, at night, the fire can be seen from miles away." The man eagerly opened the wine jar and got a bowl of wine.As soon as it was delivered to his mouth and he hadn't drunk it, someone pulled him by the arm: "How long has it been burning?"

The man was furious, turned around and was about to start cursing, but saw the young man behind him with a livid face, his face was so cold that it could form ice scum, he swallowed the foul words inexplicably, and said, "It will take about one or two hours. The Taniguchi Inn is already in ruins, and I don’t know what happened to the people inside.”

He Tingge let go of the man's arm, rushed out of the inn without saying a word, pulled a horse from the firewood shed and turned over, "Drive!"

The ancient road under the moonlight was not particularly dark. He Tingge urged the horse under his crotch to return to the original road. Although he didn't know what happened, he only had one thought at the moment: "Fu Qingcheng."

When traveling during the day, the carriage