[Thunderbolt] Wandering without a home, where to return

"What's the matter with you, but do you have something to tell me?"

After being stared at by Juan Shoutian with hesitant eyes for a long time, Yuan Wuxiang finally couldn't help asking.

"No."

No?Yuan Wuxiang looked at Tired Shoutian suspiciously, but he didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he looked away considerately, but in the depths of the gentle eyes, there was a trace of cold and impenetrable light like mountain clouds .

Just like that, Yuan Wuxiang read the letter quietly with the letter in his hand, and he no longer received the eyes from time to time projected by his side, until a vulgar visitor came to visit.

"Xun Zing, welcome Xuan Shou in."

"Yes."

With a reply, Mo Xunzong walked out, and not long after, he brought Chief Xuan in with a displeased face.

"Offended?"

"Master." He called out in a low voice, after all he was worried about the other two, Mo Xunzong just called out and stopped talking.

"This is also part of the practice of life."

Mo Xunxing kept his face sullen and said nothing, Yuan Wuxiang smiled lightly and said, "Actually, you can get out of the way just now and let them come in. After all, the teacher only said to let you welcome Xuanshou in, not to ask you to come in." Stop those people."

"Master!"

"Okay." Yuan Wuxiang patted Mo Xunxing's shoulder, which is his usual gesture to comfort or encourage his disciples: "My Yuan Wuxiang's apprentice is naturally not a cat or a dog who can show his face, and I will do it for you later. The teacher will definitely help you get back both face and lizi."

Xuanshou: "..."

Tired Shoutian: "Ahem..."

"Well, Xuanshou came here to find Juan Shoutian, please go ahead." Interrupted by Juan Shoutian's cough, Yuan Wuxiang gave Xuanshou his attention, and then he was about to go outside.

"Are you going to save face?"

"My friend, misty rain and setting sun are not places where people can be repeatedly provoked. Even if Yuan Wuxiang is a useless person, he cannot tolerate others' contempt."

This is not true!

Tired Shoutian, who had identified the authenticity of these words at the first time, pursed his lips habitually, seeing Yuan Wuxiang who had already walked several steps, and followed suit.

"Since this is the case, I will naturally walk side by side with my friends."

Yuan Wuxiang paused on his toes, his warm and cool pupils shrank slightly, but he smiled when he turned around: "My friend, are you planning to give others a way out?"

"You two, I wonder if I can let this matter go for the sake of my face? After all, although Dong Jun has resentment in his heart, he has not lost his sense of proportion."

"Dongjun? Mu Zhengrong?" Hearing the name at first, Tired Shoutian suddenly looked at Yuan Wuxiang: "You always knew?"

Naturally, he knows that now, in this misty, rainy and setting sun, there will only be things he doesn't want to know, but there will be absolutely nothing he can't know. What's more, it's a big living person, but the question is, do you want to say you know it, or do you say you don't know it?

"Original no hometown!"

Yuan Wuxiang felt that the crown of his tooth was suddenly a little sour, because when Tired Shoutian yelled these three words, he swore he heard the sound of teeth grinding.

"I know now."

Looking at his good friend with a pure face, Tired Shoutian deeply realizes that Yuan Wuxiang is the only demon in his life.

"If I don't follow, are you planning to just make a break with him instead of me?"

Tired Shoutian has always been transparent, but he is too clean. Breaking rape with strength is naturally a simple and clear method, but this method will be shackles due to various people and things around him when he is not high enough The price to be paid after this, the people involved cannot control...

Yuan Wuxiang smiled: "There is no 'things that shouldn't be' between you and me, so what's the matter if I stand up for my friend?"

"Dong Junfei is the kind of person who doesn't distinguish between right and wrong. There must be a chance for Xiang Jun's affairs to be turned around."

Yuan Wuxiang's smile didn't change, but he didn't make any distinctions about what he knew: "Xuan Shou's words are not unreasonable, but Yuan Wuxiang is reckless, but after all, it takes time to see people's hearts."

This was fine before, but the last sentence was too reserved. Cang brows frowned and wanted to say more, but Yuan Wuxiang waved his hand and issued an order to drive away: "Xuan Shou and Tired Shoutian should go outside and talk to them. , I, an outsider, is not suitable to listen to Daoist affairs."

"Yuan Wuxiang." Thinking of Yuan Wuxiang's assertion that he couldn't trust Murong Zhengrong before, Tired Shoutian grabbed Yuan Wuxiang who had already turned and walked back: "You promise, you will not let Get involved in these things yourself."

Yuan Wuxiang seems to be pleased by the innocence of Tired Shoutian again, and the eyes that were originally cold because of talking about Mu Zhengrong did have a smile mixed in, but it is a pity that it is not the warm color that Tired Shoutian likes.

If a person insists on asking you to give a guarantee, it means that this person has expectations for you but has no sense of security. Yuan Wuxiang's slightly cold eyes are embedded with a look of scrutiny, as if he is judging you What is Shoutian looking forward to, or what motive does this expectation start from.

Such a look... Tired Shoutian unconsciously tightened the hand that was holding Yuan Wuxiang.

"Okay, friend." Yuan Wuxiang felt a little pain brought by Tired Shoutian, and the indifference in his eyes faded: "I will not offend if I am not attacked."

Although he didn't agree directly, Juan Shoutian let go because he knew that this was Yuan Wuxiang's biggest concession.

"Okay, let's talk about it tomorrow."

"Jian Shou Tian, ​​I think Yuan Wu Xiang seems to have misunderstood Dong Jun."

"Xuan Shou don't worry, Yuan Wuxiang won't mess around."

"Then I don't know how you will handle the matter with Mu Xiaohan?"

"Did Xuanshou think that Tired Shoutian did something wrong?"

It’s not wrong to be wrong, but... Cang slightly deliberated and said euphemistically: "Bei Xiu dealt with the matter of Mr. Xiang a little too quickly."

"I only do what I think I should do, it has nothing to do with who this person is, and it has nothing to do with what power is behind this person."

Cang sighed softly, and didn't say another word until he walked out of the range of the protective formation.

"Tired to harvest the sky, the three lights have appeared, and the relationship between you and me should be over."

"time and location."

"There are fellow Taoists present here, and this place is the residence of Zeng Daozhen Nanxiu No. 1. From what I see, this place is very good. The famous sword is nameless and tired. What do you think?"

"It's rare for Dongjun to love you, and he understands that you have a disability in your lower body and it's inconvenient for you to travel far to watch your friends duel. What's the problem with your friends here to welcome Dongjun?"

The gentle and smiling voice seemed to come from the top of the head from top to bottom, and everyone was stunned. Tired Shoutian frowned but still responded as he said: "So, please!"

Yuan Wuxiang watched the duel he had seen before until the end in the misty rain and setting sun, his eyes were as cold as a snowstorm passing through.

"If people don't offend me, I won't offend others. Tired of God... my friend... In my heart, you are me, and if you offend me, you are offending me. Only for this point, when will you understand, when will you be able to understand?" Not so naive anymore?"

Yuan Wuxiang looked at the seemingly open-minded Mu Zhengrong, and sighed at Tired Shoutian... What's more... Yuan Wuxiang, whose eyes dimmed suddenly, looked at the pair of intact hands in front of him, but saw the pair of flawless white hands. The palms and arms began to faintly show signs of blurring.

The perfect falsehood has always been accompanied by the stench and decay of the real. Since it has been filthy, and since it has been repeated...so be it...how many times, the madness that appeared in the black eyes of the original Wuxiang was killed by him again Death suppression is finally calm.

"It's so naive, it really doesn't look like the so-called Mingsu of Taoism."

This is naturally a good thing to say, but the mockery in the tone is a bit mean, Yuan Wuxiang turned his head to look at the apprentice who had finished watching the duel, put his hands behind his back and said helplessly: "You can see the tiredness after a duel. Really?"

"Why is there such a duel? You can tell a thing or two from the words he left just now." After he finished speaking, he still snorted coldly: "If people don't offend me, I won't offend others. There are only a small number of people who abide by this commandment in the martial arts world in a difficult situation, and I think in the eyes of the master, I am afraid that there is nothing wrong with Tired Reaping the Sky."

"In the eyes of a teacher, there are few things wrong with tracing." Yuan Wuxiang saw that the apprentice he had raised with his own hands was obviously unhappy, and Shou Tian also stretched out his hand to smooth his apprentice's hair in a good-tempered manner.

"Master, you will coax me like this, I am no longer a child." Having said that, Mo Xunzong's complexion was indeed much better than before, but the disapproval in his eyes still did not disappear.

"Tell me, if you are walking and dancing in the martial arts world alone as a teacher, how long can you be quiet?"

After a moment of astonishment, Mo Xunxing murmured: "The silver dart is in charge, the famous sword is nameless..." The words were still exhausted but he didn't continue, but shook his head. Originally, Wuxiang had no peace for a day, not because of those grievances he didn't know about, but because his master couldn't let go of Tired Shoutian, who had a peak cultivation base but a pure temperament.

"Master, I always feel that if the hatred of blood relatives in this world can be put down so lightly, then in this difficult martial arts world, people like Rusu Zhenzhen are not allowed to work hard and forget their lives."

Yuan Wuxiang sneered: "You can see it clearly." It's a pity that others have to pay a painful price to understand this truth.

"It's not that Xun Xing can understand, but because Xun Xing is not in the game, no longer Daoist, and doesn't know them, so the bystanders are clear, and I don't know what Master's plan is?"

"Ha." With a noncommittal smile, Yuan Wuxiang did not answer, his eyes fell on the crimson sky that had already set, his thoughts were unpredictable.

Seeing this, Mo Xunzong didn't ask any further questions. He just quietly looked at his master who was standing upright with his hands behind his back. He couldn't help thinking to himself, maybe... who can say that Tired Shoutian's innocence is not because of his partner? Is it just that there is no hometown?

Thinking of the Tired Shoutian who had been standing silently outside the door when the master confessed his heart, and the Tired Shoutian who pretended not to know and still got along with the master as usual, Mo Xunzong couldn't help guessing in his heart: Maybe he Master Jia may not be unrequited love?

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Tomorrow, it will be very enjoyable to watch Wen Huang Lu standing up! ! !great! ! !

In fact, this is a story where you lied to me, I lied to you, and I lied to me ╮(╯▽╰)╭wow~~