honey with flowers

【"Your apprentice looks more handsome than those seven. If he is not as heartless as you, he is just right for my disciple from the ancient tomb."】

——It's like a tiger meeting a leopard in the forest, the kind of gnashing of teeth that suddenly finds that the other party is equal in strength to oneself, so they circle around with the other party but dare not act rashly.

But unexpectedly, there is some sympathy for each other.

However, now Hua Manlou can't think that much anymore, because he has been completely washed away by the amount of redundant information from Yu Luocha's mouth at this moment.

"..." Hua Manlou was silent for a while, looking at Yu Luosha with black eyes, and asked with an inexplicable and funny expression, "My master?" Why did he suddenly have a master? ——He grew up in Hua's family since he was a child, and he learned mostly family martial arts, so there is no master.

Yu Luocha saw that his expression was surprised and mixed with doubts. It didn't look like a fake, and he was a little uncertain in his heart. After thinking about it, he asked solemnly: "The sword technique you made today is called the Quanzhen sword technique?"

——Although he was questioning, his words had already fully affirmed it.

Hua Manlou was taken aback immediately, and he couldn't help being surprised at this moment—the Quanzhen swordsmanship was learned by Xiao Longnu from the ancient tomb, could it be that outsiders really know it?

Hua Manlou nodded, pondered for a moment, and asked tentatively: "That's right, what I'm using is the Quanzhen swordsmanship...but it seems that this swordsmanship has never been circulated in the world, so I wonder how Master Yu would know it? "Quanzhen swordsmanship, after he and Long'er practiced it, it was only the first time he used it in front of outsiders. It's not easy for others to say if they have seen it, let alone someone who can call it by name-Jade leader, and Does Long'er's sect have anything to do with it?

Although Dazhi Datong said that the Ancient Tomb Sect was in the Ming Emperor’s dream, the little dragon girl actually existed. Hua Manlou really wanted to know if there is still an Ancient Tomb Sect—he had promised Long Er that he would help her find the ancient tomb sect. Tomb pie.

"Of course I know it." Yu Luocha snorted coldly: "The sword technique you use can emit colorless sword light when it breaks through another layer. Obviously, you have obtained the essence of sword technique. The realm can't reach such a level at all... That old guy attaches great importance to inheritance, he is not a disciple he values, how can he pass on his internal strength at will, right?"

Hua Manlou smiled and shook his head, of course not.

"Forget it, don't be too busy denying it—it must be because the old guy doesn't want you to say his name, which saves you a lot of trouble." Yu Luocha turned from top to bottom with a cold face again. He looked down at him, but no matter how he looked, he couldn't find any faults. At least he had never seen such a person with such a high mind and good intentions during this journey—it seemed that he could feel it as long as he got closer. To a strong warmth.

Some people are surrounded by the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, while others are surrounded by warm spring flowers. This is different from person to person, and there is no similarity due to differences in temperament and mentality.

No one will refuse warmth, and no one is unwilling to be treated tenderly in this world.

So a person like Hua Manlou is almost perfect, even Yu Luocha has nothing to criticize at all.

Hua Manlou sighed, and rubbed the center of his eyebrows helplessly, but after all, it was only the moment when he raised his hand, the little green in the eyes of the opposite leader Jade suddenly became darker - the stern phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, originally dark His bright eyes seemed to be separated by a thick layer of fog. He didn't even move his hands, only relying on a pair of eyes, the thick fog slowly swirled, and gradually one or two superimposed phantoms appeared in those dark and deep eyes Before he fell into a coma, Hua Manlou tried his best to suppress his almost exhausted nerves, but it seemed that he heard someone whispering in his ear——

"Since you are his apprentice, I'll just be a good person..."

In Hua Manlou's understanding, when a person who is used to doing whatever he wants all the year round suddenly wants to do a good thing, he will not be very successful-maybe he will be complacent about the final result after finishing it, but Often, it should not be considered a good thing for the people in it.

At least Huamanlou didn't think anything good happened to him.

There was a crackling sound of burning dead wood, and there was still faint black smoke rising upwards, and orange flames jumped around, imprinting the last touch of hot temperature.

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Lu Xiaofeng has a friend who is the successor of Master Lu Ban, Zhu Ting, he can make many exquisite things, everything that flies in the sky, swims in the sea, and even the organs of the palace and palace are all designed by him, he is both famous and not famous , at least now he is just the owner of a small shop, and married a wife who is beautiful enough to attract attention—the proprietress.

The proprietress has curving eyebrows with willow leaves, moist eyes, and full lips that look extremely attractive.She always speaks softly to outsiders, like a girl who grew up in a water village.

Zhu Ting has a neighbor.

To be exact, this neighborhood already existed before Zhu Ting moved here. No one has ever seen the owner of this house, and even the people around him don’t know whether this neighbor is male or female, old or young, and no one knows. Been into this neighbor's house—some say it's empty and unoccupied.

So many people later thought so.

The bluestone road extends from a long distance, and the wrong way is around the house. This is a very dark vermilion house. There is no sound inside, no wild cats and dogs, and no sound of people walking or talking. .

This day the proprietress washed a large pot of clothes and walked step by step on the dark green moss on the bluestone road to the door of the house. The sound of the wheels of the carriage behind her gradually approached along the road when she came. The driver was a skinny old man. , with a messy beard, after a lot of air-drying, a pair of small eyes that were deeply sunken into the eye sockets were amazingly bright, and the proprietress could almost tell at the first sight that this person was a master—and many people who came to Zhu Ting to work as a mechanism A human-like master, even looks weirder.

The clothes and accessories of the Central Plains people, but the particularly tall nose bridge and darker skin look just like the Central Plains people. His movements of driving the carriage are always large enough, and his eyes In the scorching sun, some other colors are faintly visible.

- The carriage was parked in front of the 'uninhabited' neighbor's house.

But the proprietress is not curious about these at all.

There are people or no one in the neighbor's house, and why are there foreigners coming in and out? What does it have to do with her?

She held the wooden basin for washing clothes and pushed open the back door of her house. It was obviously a wooden door that looked so old that the paint was peeling off. When she pushed it open, there was no 'squeak' sound, but soon she stopped in her tracks.In the extremely simple carriage, two people came out with an unconscious man on their backs. The robe on this man looked simple but exquisite in design. The complicated pattern on the clothes meant that the garment maker's care and preciousness were comparable to it. Its value is the kind of luxury that people in the countryside should never see.

What the proprietress paid attention to was not his clothes, but the familiar face.Among Lu Xiaofeng's best friends, one is the seventh son of the Hua family. Zhu Ting once designed the secret passage for Master Hua, and also contributed to the Baihua Building built by the seventh son of Hua. The proprietress naturally knows this elegant nobleman. son.

It's just that the current situation doesn't look good.

The skinny little old man walked ahead imposingly, standing in front of the vermilion house, suddenly raised his head to the sky, and chanted softly: "Nine heavens and ten earths, all gods and demons come into my door, only Destiny is your destiny!" The little old man is very small, and his height is only five feet, but when he recites in his mouth, his voice is loud and can be heard very far, not to mention the proprietress standing outside his house, even inside the house. Zhu Ting, the big boss who was sitting on the bench and was doing carpentry without saying a word, also heard it, but he didn't stop the carpentry in his hand, but became more concentrated, as if what happened outside would not affect him in the slightest. [1]

The proprietress put away the clothes and came over, her soft voice was like chatting about family affairs on weekdays, and she said indifferently: "There is a young lady outside, there is a problem."

Zhu Ting heard it.

The proprietress turned her face and looked sideways at him: "What are you going to do?"

"I really have the foresight. It seems that there is something that can be used as soon as it is made." Zhu Ting stopped the carpentry and proudly raised the things in his hands. He turned the wood in his hands over and saw it from the front. It was an exquisite wooden bird, resting quietly in his palm - what he had just polished was the wooden bird's wings, and every feather was as lifelike as it really was.

There was still the lingering sound of the vermilion house just now, and the call signs of the skinny old man seemed to be all vacated, and no one answered inside.He stood still for a moment, remembering the previous explanation from the Lord, and then restrained his temper, raised his hand and knocked on the door three times, one time not too much, one time not less, with even force——

"Is the real person here?"

The door opened with a "squeak".

"The person you are looking for is not here, please come back." A frosty voice spread out softly, the voice was not loud, it was just a flat voice without ups and downs, but it sounded like it was whispering right next to the ear General - Even if you cover your ears, it rings directly in your heart.

"Miss, can you tell me where the real man is? The lord ordered me to return the disciple of the real man... If the real man is not found, I dare not let him go." In the face of unknown strength, the thin old man's calm and proud posture once again dropped a level , if he was asked to shout the slogan again at this time, I am afraid he would not dare.

"His apprentice——" the woman's voice stopped abruptly, and a piece of cool white silk scattered the carriage, gently rolled up the flowers in the hands of the two behind them, and quickly retracted them.

In the house full of rhododendrons, only the quiet wind swayed the lush flowers.

The woman quietly looked at the person wrapped in the white silk, and said in a cold voice without a trace of anger: "This apprentice of yours looks more handsome than those seven, if you weren't so heartless and heartless, you are just right for my disciple from the ancient tomb." .”

The Taoist robed man behind her seemed to be accustomed to her remarks, but looked at the unconscious Hua Manlou and frowned slightly, with a hint of doubt in his tone: "I have never accepted a disciple since I came here... .”