Comprehension: Grinding the Gun

The sound leaked out of the window more slowly, and everything was silent.

Hu Bugui hid in the bed, pretending to be sleeping peacefully, and when the servants outside were snoring slowly and evenly, he turned over and sat up conveniently.

This child was only ten years old and was only covered with a layer of dark, rag-like tulle over his middle clothes. The breath of his figure suddenly became blurred, making it difficult for ordinary people to distinguish.

Hu Bugui jumped off the bed without a sound, and gently opened the window at the back of his bedroom, his figure slipped out of the gap like a fish, and followed the gap where the guards of the Holy Palace were patrolling, covering up all the way. , Arrived at the study in the front yard.

In the dead of night, midnight had already passed, and there was only a faint yellow light in the study room, reflecting the shadows of the people in the room like souls.

Hu Yanfeng's black clothes were open, and he was reclining lazily in an armchair. His black hair was scattered like a waterfall, and he was not as serious as usual.

On the wooden table next to him lay seven or eight pitch-black wine jars and two porcelain bowls lying here and there, and he was pouring himself a drink.

The smell of alcohol was so strong that even Hu Bugui, who was hiding outside the window, had his small eyebrows slightly wrinkled. He couldn't help rubbing his nose, resisting the urge to sneeze.

Hu Yanfeng didn't notice it, he poured two more bowls of wine, and said softly, "Yuan Zhao, why don't you drink it? You still... blame me?"

Then he smiled suddenly again, held the wine bowl, and sighed, "Yes, why don't you blame me?"

Hu Bugui heard his father's deep voice, like a blunt sword being broken in the darkness, it sounded hoarse and distressed.

"My original intention was to wait for your defeat and arrest and imprison you. If you can't figure it out for a year, you'll be locked up for a year. If you can't figure it out for ten years, you'll be locked up for ten years. As time goes on, one day I will let you understand my painstaking efforts..."

"After all, you are beyond my expectations... It is better to have a piece of jade than a piece of tile."

"...The shaken ones are easy to break, and the bright ones are easy to be stained. Master Taifu wrote these two comments for you, and I don't want them to be a prophecy."

"Yuan Zhao, Yuan Zhao, Yuan Zhao...you... answer me, okay?"

Hu Yanfeng was already drunk.

"People in the world should know that long dreams are rare, and every inch of lovesickness is equal to an inch of blood."

The man sang and cried, as if a steel nail had been driven into Hu Bugui's heart.

Hu Bugui curled up his small body under the study window, sobbing softly.

He didn't understand his father's complicated and heavy thoughts, because today was his tenth birthday, and his father just sent someone to send a gift, but he would rather hide in the study and get drunk than go to see him.

The more Hu Bugui thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, and he cried louder, leading the patrolling guards over.

The guard was so daring, he reached out and pinched his nose without asking any questions.

Hu Bugui became more and more depressed, and finally opened his eyes suddenly, and saw a familiar face as if reflected in a mirror close in front of him, with a narrow expression, holding his nose with two fingers, who else is it not Xia Tongsheng?

When Xia Tongsheng saw him open his eyes, Shi Shiran withdrew his hand just now, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Little Gui, what kind of sleep do you want to sleep on a happy day, and quickly follow me to the front hall to welcome guests."

Hu Bugui turned over and sat up, and said angrily, "Don't call me little turtle!"

Xia Tongsheng sat down on the Eight Immortals chair in the room, crossed his hands, raised his face and said proudly: "Daddy said, you are my long-lost brother, if you don't like little turtle, it's okay to call you brother turtle. "

Hu Bugui was even more enraged, he drew his sword as if he was gesticulating, but felt empty in his waist, clenched his fists again, and shouted: "Where did the bastard come from, and he is worthy of being called brother and brother with this son, you want to die!" Xia Tongsheng punched him on the head.

Hearing his flattery, Xia Tongsheng couldn't help being furious, slipped his foot, dodged Hu Bugui's fist, and hit his armpit hard with a sharp elbow, then hit the snake with the stick, and grabbed the little prince's wrist It was cut behind the back, Hu Bugui's throat was embedded in the tiger's mouth, and he sneered: "What persimmons and oranges, Hu Yanfeng is not your biological father, your biological father and mine are named Xia."

Hu Bugui fought with Xia Tongsheng every day these days, but he was never an opponent. He was kicked a few times, and his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. New and old grudges accumulated, which made Hu Bugui secretly hate himself for not being able to do anything, and the training became more and more serious. Focus on.Now being restrained by Xia Tongsheng again, he wished he could bite off a piece of that guy's flesh.

It's just that when Xia Tongsheng declared so naturally, he couldn't help but feel his heart tremble, and he forgot to struggle, and whispered: "Xia is... the surname of the country."

Xia Tongsheng smiled nonchalantly and said, "People from other places like me, how can we avoid these trivial matters? The royal family of Xuanchang is named Xia, so why should my own father not be named Xia? Xiaogui, you have been in the world for a long time, and you are so As timid as a turtle."

Hu Bugui's youthful character, how can he stand up to his repeated ridicule, he raised his head suddenly, and bumped into Xia Tongsheng's face, Xia Tongsheng was hit by a hammer unexpectedly, the tip of his nose was burning and painful, he let out a scream, let go of the restraint, Take two steps back.

Hu Bugui took advantage of the situation and exploded, turned around and punched Xia Tongsheng in the abdomen, shouting angrily: "If you dare to call me a little turtle, I will beat you into a turtle!"

Xia Tongsheng laughed loudly and said, "Good brother, you have the guts, I will beat you to death today!"

The two teenagers were fisting and kicking, and they were having fun in the bedroom. Suddenly, a figure broke into the room, grabbed one in each hand, dragged the two out of the wing, and threw them left and right.Tuan Tuan and Yuan Yuan had been waiting outside the house a long time ago, and now they had enough time to catch each other, and Shi Shiran pressed them under the bear's paw.

That person was Xu Wenli who had recovered from his illness. At this moment, he was wearing an orange-red luxurious gown. Standing under the bright sun, he said angrily: "On the day of Changsheng's great joy, instead of helping, the two of you will only add to the chaos. I'm not afraid of provoking Master Bo Lei's anger." Are you angry?"

Xia Tongsheng trembled, lost his energy immediately, and lowered his head, said: "I... just come and call Xiao Gui to welcome the guests together, but this brat is just disobedient, and he is disobedient, and fights with me, brother!"

Hu Bugui refused to succumb under the weight of the bear's paw, he braced himself fiercely, and said angrily, "Who is Little Turtle... Overjoyed?"

It wasn't until this moment that he noticed something strange in the valley.

Everyone is well-dressed, and everyone is beaming. The houses are decorated with lights and festoons, and the red silk is like waves in the wind, and there are patches of red everywhere.

Hu Bugui faintly recalled the "big and good things" revealed in the words of the dragon-slaying man who guarded him a few days ago, and then connected it with the current situation, and suddenly asked: "Who wants to get married?"

As soon as I asked this sentence, I saw that Xia Tongsheng also lost his previous domineering arrogance, and said dejectedly: "It's daddy... the same master."

The combination of Taoist couples and dual cultivation only depends on their aptitude and spiritual roots, and has nothing to do with men and women. Hu Bugui was fascinated by it when he was a child and lived in the Xiangxian Palace. When I was young, I didn't feel a sense of loss.

Seeing Xia Tongsheng's dejected expression, Xu Wenli couldn't help laughing, knelt down and patted the shiny black hair on the back of the boy's head, and said with a smile, "It's just a ceremony, and your father won't be taken away by Zhan Long seriously."

Xia Tongsheng frowned, and said bitterly: "Three days ago, my father took me to headhunt the red-haired fox, and it was so easy to pester him that he agreed...The uncle then intervened and snatched my father away!"

Xu Wenli said: "The twenty spirit foxes in your yard, could it be that they fell from the sky?"

Those were the spirit foxes that Zhan Long and Zhan Changsheng hunted together afterwards, and they gave all of them to Xia Tongsheng as comfort.

Xia Tongsheng said angrily: "Who cares about that stinky fox fur! What I want is Daddy to accompany me!"

Xu Wenli frowned, and said in a low voice: "Tongsheng, when did you learn to be so vexatious?"

Hu Bugui listened clearly from the side, and immediately felt a sense of sympathy with me, so he couldn't help but interjected to distinguish for him: "Although treasures are like a mountain, how can it be worth the affection between father and son?"

Xu Wenli glanced at Hu Bugui in surprise. Although this young man spoke old-fashionedly, his words made sense. He didn't feel thoughtful, and laughed again after a while, "It makes sense, so I'll persuade him for you."

Xia Tongsheng was overjoyed when he heard the words, and also felt a little grateful for Hu Bugui. The two teenagers looked at each other, but suddenly each felt a little embarrassed, let out a vicious "huh!!", and turned their heads away from each other.

Xu Wenli looked at these two people like fighting cocks, and couldn't help but recall the scene when he got along with his senior brothers when he was young.It's just that now...but I can't go back.

He felt sore and bitter for a moment, stood up, looked up at the lights and festoons in the front hall of Xiuye ​​Valley, reflecting half of the sky brightly, and said in a deep voice: "The auspicious time is approaching, let's go quickly."

The front hall of Xiuye ​​Valley is crowded with people, except for a few disciples who are running around, thousands of monks gather here.

Even though the Five Clans Alliance was watching, there were still an endless stream of guests from the Ten Continents and Three Kingdoms in Zhanlongmen, congratulating the two of them.

When people are happy, the world is happy; when people are worried, the world is worried.

For thousands of years, Zhanlong has traveled the three worlds, and he has long been used to all kinds of flattery, honey, and swords, and even more used to the resentful look that everyone is in danger, afraid of hatred, and wished he could not be disposed of.

At this time, the people who came forward to congratulate, although they couldn't hide their fear, they all greeted each other with smiles, joy and joy, most of them came from their hearts.Or say: "I wish you two will be united forever." Or say: "It really is a match made in heaven." Or say: "May the two zithers be harmonious and never leave."

Zhan Long saw that Zhan Changsheng was wearing a big red shirt, which made his handsome face even redder and whiter, fresh and delicious, and his smile was like a long river with no end in sight.It's just that always laughing like this to others, Zhanlong's heart is thorny.

He couldn't help frowning: "Are you... so happy?"

Zhan Changsheng didn't know Zhan Long's thoughts, but he turned his head and grabbed his hand, still smiling happily: "Brother, everyone says that you and I are a match made in heaven, so I am naturally happy."

Zhan Long intertwined with him, weaving through the crowd, there was an endless stream of congratulatory people, Zhan Changsheng was blessed by the Golden Elixir, Zhan Long had always been domineering, the two of them didn't feel tired at all, on the contrary they became more and more excited.

Zhang Yi, Liu Zhong, Feng Yao, Fu Xuanzhi and the others also came forward, their faces were red, their eyes were warm, like the spring sun shining on the snow, the Bufa Daxian was crying, and he frequently raised his sleeves to wipe the corners of his eyes .

The fierce anger in Zhanlong's heart melted away without a trace like summer ice falling into the water.

"Junior Brother." He called out, but only tightened his fingers, and put Zhan Changsheng's hand between his fingers.

"Senior brother," Zhan Changsheng replied softly, and when he turned his head to look at him, his eyes were clear and bright, like stars in the endless night, "Senior brother does not mourn for the common people, but there are times when everyone rejoices for you and me. "

Zhanlong looked at all the guests, and suddenly realized that these quails were not only edible, but also pleasing to the eye.

A few whistling sounds exploded outside the hall, instantly reflecting the room in colorful green, deep purple, purple red and bright yellow. It turned out that several monks released magic weapons, and suddenly the celestial maidens danced in mid-air, colorful phoenixes fluttered, and the four o'clock The flowers are blooming, and the rays of the sun are gushing like springs, presenting an illusion of auspiciousness in the fairy family.

Everyone cheered and drank happily, unknowingly treating this big pawn as a noisy event, toasting and mingling with each other, very unhappy.There seemed to be no trace of the life-and-death battle a few days ago.

Zhan Changsheng and Zhan Long had already left the table, and they were standing side by side in the wing room that Feng Yao had deliberately arranged, looking out the window.The light illuminated and went out, and the figures of the two were thrown together on the ground behind them, becoming one.

"Changsheng," when Zhan Long called him, he gently pulled out the ebony hairpin on his head, and three thousand black hairs fell down his shoulders. Already soaked in the spiritual power of the divine spring, it is hard to separate them from each other, "Since you are planning for those quails wholeheartedly, it's up to you."

Zhan Changsheng took great pains in arranging this grand ceremony, although it was somewhat selfish, but in fact, he just hoped that Zhan Long would be more involved with the world he wanted to protect with all his heart.Now that Zhan Long said it out, he was afraid that he might misunderstand, so he raised his head and said, "Senior brother, I..."

But Zhanlong held him in his arms, clasped the back of his head, and lowered his head to cover his lips.

Zhan Changsheng immediately "There is a deep meaning in this, I forgot to say it if I want to distinguish it", and let Zhan Long's warm lips and tongue roll in and out, entangle him repeatedly, and slap him violently, until he is pressed against the wide-open window to do whatever he wants.

He only had time to plead half of his breath: "I want...brother to be happy..."

Zhan Long's deep black eyes locked on his flushed cheeks and sweaty shoulders, his voice was soft, but his actions became more and more rough: "I am naturally happy."