The rules of survival of the magic stick

Tang Su moved his mouth, as if choked, and frowned slightly, but after a while, he relaxed again.

Gongyifu stood for a while, and then simply sat beside Tang Su.

He originally wanted to take Tang Su to live in Daming Temple. After all, Her Royal Highness the Princess had told them to go back and live in Daming Temple today, and Gongyifu hadn’t been back to Daming Temple for a long time. With Tang Su's posture, it should be inconvenient to go to Daming Temple tonight.

Say yes to the innkeeper, who has reserved a room for them, and they will go there later.The inn was closed at night, and there were only a few candles burning in the corridors of the entire inn, bringing a little bit of faint yellow light to the entire inn.

Gongyifu went over and gently closed the carved window. In autumn night, the wind was a bit cool. Tang Su was drunk, so he was afraid that Tang Su would catch cold.

After closing the window, he has been sitting beside Tang Su, tucking the hair from his sideburns behind his ears, so as not to let the hair touch his cheeks itchy.

I don't know how long I sat there, a woman's singing suddenly came from outside the screen window, as if it came from a very far away place, this mournful singing sounded very strange in this silent night.

Gongyifu's heart was raised in an instant. It seems that Folian Town has not been peaceful recently. No wonder there is no pedestrian on the street here at night.

However, Gongyifu wanted to be calm and composed. There was something called determination in his eyes, which gave him a unique and powerful aura. As long as this thing came to him, he would definitely let it fall. A disastrous end.

For so many years in Daming Temple, he has already mastered the kung fu of seeing six directions and listening to all directions. Although he only occupies one corner of such a big inn, no matter which direction he comes from, he can't escape the palm of Gongyifu. Heart.

Sure enough, not long after, a shadow gradually appeared on the screen window, at first it was just a vague outline, and then gradually became clear, and the singing was getting closer and closer.

Gongyifu spread his hands, and a small blue flame rose from the palm of his hand. Gradually, as he used his internal strength, the color of this small flame became darker and darker.

He said in a soft and calm voice: "What, dare to come to trouble me?"

Then, he flipped his palm over and pushed it slightly toward the window, and the little blue flame flew out of the window, and happened to hit the black shadow on the window.

"Ah" sounded, and the shadow on the window disappeared.

Gongyi Fu frowned, who are these people who appeared today?He had no clue at all. The people who chased and killed Tang Su before were from Baixiang Pavilion, but today these people's way of doing things is very different from the people in Baixiang Pavilion. They don't look like people from Baixiang Pavilion at all. It is better to go back to the room and sleep.

He patted Tang Su's back lightly, and said softly, "Have you had enough sleep? Go back to your room and continue sleeping."

After a while, Tang Su came to his senses, lifted his heavy head from the table, rubbed his sore eyes, there was something different in the light amber eyes, usually when he was not drunk, His eyes are full of indifference and cynicism after everything has been exhausted. Although he is always joking and joking all day long, Gong Yifu knows that there is always a shadow in his heart that no one can fill. , and there was always something extra in his eyes.

But whenever he was drunk, Gongyifu felt that his eyes were not so complicated, and everything he wanted would be shown in his eyes, like a child, just like when he first met him, he came When Daming Temple listened to Buddhist scriptures, his eyes were full of innocence, as if there were twinkling stars.

Tang Su was drunk. Once this person was drunk, he basically didn't remember anything the next day. Taking advantage of the drunkenness, Tang Su's movements became a little bold. Touching Gongyifu's face, Gongyifu was stunned, and Tang Su's voice was hoarse: "Who are you?"

"I'm Gongyi Fu."

Gongyifu pulled Tang Su's hand off his face, but Tang Su put it on again: "Gongyifu, you were not killed by me?"

Gongyi Fu felt sad when he heard the words, he looked at Tang Su, his eyes were full of distress: "I'm fine, why did I die?"

It turned out that Tang Su was so worried about him, and when he uttered the truth after drinking, Gongyi Fu found his place in Tang Su's heart. This feeling made him feel warm, go to his reincarnated Buddha son, go to his country Master, I don’t even want him anymore, as long as I have him.

A drop of tear slipped from the corner of Tang Su's eye, flowed down his blushing cheek, and fell on the back of Gongyifu's hand, Tang Su actually cried.

"What's wrong?" Gongyi Fu asked Tang Su softly.

Tang Su's body trembled a little: "I just had a dream. I dreamed that you were killed by me. I was terrified."

Gongyi Fu hugged Tang Su in his arms and patted Tang Su's back lightly, saying: "Hey, don't cry, how could I be killed by you? Don't think too much about it."

"Gongyifu, can you teach me some self-defense skills? I don't want to be your burden, and I don't want to be able to help you with nothing next time I am in danger." Tang Su's faint eyes looked a little strange originally. He was indifferent to human feelings, but Gong Yifu saw a kind of burning in his eyes.

He hugged Tang Su even tighter. It seemed that what happened today had a great impact on Tang Su. Gong Yifu clung to Tang Su's ear and said softly, "Listen up, Tang Su, what you said My Gongyifu will only say it once, whether you are drunk or not, whether you will remember it when you wake up, I want you to know that my Gongyifu will protect you for the rest of your life, you are not dead, I will never die , so you don’t have to worry about killing me, because in order to fulfill my promise to you, I will last until the last moment.”

Tang Su's tears still couldn't stop, Gongyifu later thought to himself, if it was normal, Tang Su would definitely not cry like this presumptuously. Drinking wine, having a good cry, and forgetting all the unpleasant things along the way, it's time for him to relax like this.

Gongyi Fu waited patiently for Tang Su to vent his anger, and then carefully supported Tang Su to walk towards the third floor. The hair on both sides of Tang Su's cheeks was wet with his tears, sticking to Tang Su's face. Yifu put Tang Su on the bed, and carefully poured a basin of water to help Tang Su wipe away the traces of tears left on his face.