[Comprehensive martial arts] The Central Plains is too scary

July [-]th, Lingwu.

When Lu Tage woke up, it was not yet dawn, the sky was clear, and there were still scattered stars.

Ding Jun in the inner tent is still sleeping, probably because he has been really busy these few days, coupled with the bumpy arrival, the man's blue and black eyes have not faded.The young man quietly put on his robe, and in order not to make a sound, he did not wear accessories, only picked up the machete, and walked sideways out of the sheepskin tent.

For the first time in his life, Lin Cuishan got up earlier than his senior brother, sitting on the boulder in front of the Mingjiao camp, looking up at the sky, wondering what he was thinking.While Lu Tage was grooming, he glanced sideways, and saw a dark, long shadow trailing behind this always lively and unrestrained guy. The cool morning breeze made the corners of his robe flutter, but like a statue.

"What?" After tidying himself up, Lu Tage jumped onto the rock, sat next to Lin Cuishan, looked sideways at his junior brother who was stunned, "Is there something on your mind?"

"It's not a worry." Lin Cuishan had heard Lu Tage's breathing a long time ago. The young man hugged his knees and looked at Chiyang at the end of the horizon with a little horn on his head.

He said that he could return to the Central Plains so soon. Lu Tage understood what he meant. After all, among Ding Jun's disciples, only Lin Cuishan, Junior Sister Qiannong and himself participated in the battle of Daguangming Temple. The tragedy of chasing thousands of miles and fleeing back to the Western Regions, only they can understand the obsession in Ding Jun's heart.

"I still remember the appearance of the two subordinates under the Hongshui banner who protected me... At that time, when I closed my eyes, I could only hear the sound of the horseshoes of the Tiance army and the wind of the beggar gang's stick. You have been scolded." Lin Cuishan touched his shoulder, where there was still a scar left by Tiance's puncture, the young man looked at the big eagle that got up early and flew high, his voice was thin and weak amidst the eagle's singing, "I originally thought that when I returned Going to the Central Plains is a goal that will take a lifetime to complete, and I didn't expect it to be so fast."

Lin Cuishan was not from the Western Regions, he was originally a son of a slave in Chang'an, and was picked up by the Mingjiao teacher when he accompanied his master's family to visit Daguangming Temple.At that time, the Mingjiao was in full swing, and the master gladly gave Lin Cuishan's deed of prostitution to the teacher, and the boy with only a nickname joined the Mingjiao, and was given the name Cuishan by the teacher.

His name is Cuishan, it is the Cuishan at the foot of Cuishan in the morning and the Cangjiang River every night, but since he moved westward, he has never seen Cuishan again, and there is no big river Cangjiang in the Western Regions.

That teaching was on the way to Islam, and Lin Cuishan heard that he had no children, so he claimed to inherit his surname, and also regarded returning to the Central Plains as something he wanted to accomplish in his life.

"Come back now, it can only be regarded as setting foot on the land of the Central Plains." Lu Tage did not deny his words, but shook his head, "There is still a lot to do."

"A lot?" Lin Cuishan thought for a while, "When we regain Chang'an, the saint will help us rebuild the Daguangming Temple?"

Lu Tage looked at his junior brother, and subtly understood what was the meaning of the master's gaze when he looked at him back then, so he patiently explained, "That's just the first step."

Da Guangming Temple was rebuilt, but the reputation of the Ming Cult, which was destroyed by the old emperor because of the breaking of the decree, would not come back by itself.There are so many Mingjiao classics, and it is necessary to find someone who is good at the culture of the Central Plains and proficient in Persian to translate the scriptures into Chinese, and make some modifications according to the customs of the Central Plains.

Of course, the premise of doing this is that they can beat An Lushan out of Chang'an after the prince ascends the throne.

"At present, it seems that we still have a big battle to fight." Lu Tage patted Lin Cuishan on the shoulder, stood up, and glanced at the Mingjiao tents in the gradually brightening world, which happened to be the same as the one who just got up. Ding Jun met his gaze.

Feeling that the senior brother has not finished speaking, Lin Cuishan, who was quietly waiting for the next sentence, felt his shoulders lighten. He listened to Lu Tage's footsteps drifting away in a daze. Turning his head, he saw Lu Tage and Ding Jun's camp tent shaking slightly. Obviously, someone just moved He dialed it.Then look at Lu Tage, who was walking slightly fast, obviously in a happy mood to serve Ding Jun to clean up, and silently rubbed his face.

Gee, where is the sour smell coming from?

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Before the hour, almost everyone got up.

In view of today's occasion, Lu Tage wanted to return the necklace on his neck to Ding Jun, but Ding Jun refused, not only refused Lu Tage to return the necklace, but also put it aside as a teacher to symbolize the flood flag He picked up the blue sash and hung it on the young man's shoulders with his own hands.

Outside was the sound of the army's orders, and the clear and ringing footsteps of Mingjiao disciples. In the somewhat dark tent, Lu Tage touched the silk-like blue sash on his body, and looked at Ding Jun with a smile on his face. A little at a loss.

Ding Jun withdrew his hand, sat on the edge of the couch and watched Lu Tage hang the ribbon.The tent was dim, and there was no luster like flowing water on the ribbon. The three-finger-wide ribbon hung down from the young man's shoulders, rubbed against the gold ornaments on Lu Tage's chest and the bright red flame pattern, gorgeous and at first glance, on the slightly thin shoulders It's a bit heavy for no reason.

It was the same color as the youth's eyes. Since Lu Tage came back, Ding Jun smiled for the first time in his eyes. He raised his hand and took off the pendant on his forehead, and tied it to his disciple's forehead.

Realizing that Ding Jun was serious this time, Lu Tage shrank his head back suddenly to avoid the master's movement, reached out and took off the nondescript sash on his shoulders, met Ding Jun's sudden sharp eyes for half a breath, and held his hands together. Wearing a sash, he knelt down facing Ding Jun.

The ground of the tent was hard ground, Lu Tage made a muffled sound when he knelt down, and the gold earrings on the side of his face also jingled due to the collision.The young man put his hands on top of his head, lowered his head, and did not look at Ding Jun in a standard dedication posture.

It's too early, it's still too early.

The tent suddenly fell silent, the quiet Lu Tage could hear his own heartbeat clearly, and he could also hear Ding Jun's shallow breathing.The fortune wheel radiates icy cold temperature from one corner. From childhood to adulthood, whenever Ding Jun punished him, or when Lu Tage occasionally failed to complete those too heavy tasks, the fortune wheel in the house seemed to be three points colder, which made him feel cold. Young people who have learned black ice fingers feel cold at their fingertips.

After what seemed to be a very long period of silence, Ding Junfang reached out and took back the blue sash, his voice was a little heavy, "Don't want to take it?"

"It's not yet time." Feeling a light hand, Lu Tage breathed a sigh of relief.The young man didn't get up directly, but sat down sideways in this position, put his head on Ding Jun's lap, and explained with lowered eyes, "Tage's wish in this life is to accompany Master, and his wish now is to do his best to help me teach back In the Central Plains, the responsibility of holding the flag is such a responsibility, although I have long known that such a day will come..."

"Huh?" Ding Jun stretched his hand into Lu Tage's hair, stroked it slowly, and made a nasal sound to signal the disciple to continue talking.

Lu Tage has always been the one who can tell what he is thinking, Ding Jun has always seldom speculated on others, and often asks directly when he has doubts, but now he hopes that he can guess what the young man is thinking.

Do you not want to pick it up, or do you dare not pick it up because you are in the front?

"Does Master need a puppet?" Probably because he was lying on his stomach, Lu Tage's voice was quite dull, "Which one do you want to hit?"

Ding Jun laughed.

Lu Tage obviously knew the reason why he wanted to pass on the throne now. The new emperor ascended the throne by Mingzun's order. This kind of opportunity is once in a thousand years. It can be said that if he can get a person who is close to him today, he will definitely be rich or expensive in the future.Ding Jun intends to use this service to push the young man to go further in power. The young man knows, understands, does not object, but does not want to.

Because of the reason why he traveled thousands of miles, the reason why he swung his sword to fight was not for power, but for himself.

Therefore, for the sake of his flood flag, he has been learning how to be an envoy who is good enough and powerful enough to be convincing enough to follow.But this kind of important occasion, which can explain the turning point of the teaching's fate, I hope that I will stand under the Dengfeng altar who can't forget the pain of the change of Daguangming Temple.

The tent became quiet again, Ding Jun touched Lu Tage's smooth long hair with his hand, and thought flashed in his eyes.The young man didn't bother him, but obediently lay on Ding Jun's lap, enjoying the first intimacy between the two since they expressed their feelings to the master.

After a long while, the sound of drums outside the tent sounded again, which was the order for the army to gather. Lu Tage raised his head slightly, took the initiative to rub Ding Jun's hand reluctantly twice, then stood up, and arranged the forehead pendant and ribbon for the master.

When the young man lowered his head, a few strands of white hair hung down, and the golden earrings flickered between the white hair, looming.

Ding Jun watched him concentrate, stared at the bright blue eyes under the snow-white eyelashes for a moment, raised his hand, and took off the earring on the young man's right ear while Lu Tage carefully adjusted the armband for himself.

"?" Lu Tage was stunned for a light touch on his ear, and when he raised his head in a daze, he happened to see Ding Jun slowly putting the earring on his ear, and the movement of his hand stopped immediately, and the whole person stayed in place.

The golden earrings were half hidden under the man's long silver hair, and Ding Jun's side hair jingled several times.The man hadn't worn earrings by himself for a long time, and his technique was unfamiliar, rubbing the soft flesh of the earlobe a little red. Lu Tage stared at the red spot for a long time, until his eyes dimmed, and his forehead and eyebrows suddenly moistened.

Whether it is the inner anxiety, the temptation of ambition, or repeatedly pushing the youth away, it is enough.

Lu Tage is not a master of love with endless tricks, but he has seen too many of his disciples from the surface, to the heart, and then to the loyalty and love engraved into the instinct, and he has heard enough of those who are serious, but they are straightforward and honest. The absence of love.

After all, Ding Jun is not a saint either, he has already said enough that he does not want to delay Lu Tage.

Ding Jun and Lu Tage looked at each other, watching the shock in his eyes turn into ecstasy, then excitement and hesitation flashed faintly, and he finally pursed his lips and kissed him.Opening his mouth slightly, he kissed the eager young man with no skills or experience at all.

They sniffed each other and hugged each other. Ding Jun could even hear Lu Tage's overly rapid heartbeat. He closed his eyes for the teacher and immersed himself in the rare warmth for him before realizing that That drum-like heartbeat is my own.

...It's my own.