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For a long time, Matsushima Yuko didn't take Yan Lanyu seriously.

She always felt that the little junior was an invisible person - he followed behind the head all day long, with low eyebrows, soft and docile, almost non-existent.

She is not the only one who thinks so. In the eyes of everyone, Yan Lanyu's image remains unchanged for thousands of years: half-length, soft hair covering her cheeks, drooping eyebrows, fair skin, never saying a word, just like her shadow Kneeling and sitting behind the master, occasionally walking half a step up on his knees to light a cigarette for the master, or put on a cloak.

"It's a junior, but it's just a small surname." When the seniors occasionally mentioned him, they all took it lightly.

This is not an exaggeration, Yan Lanyu rarely accepts the teachings of the masters with his brothers, and he never even appears in front of everyone alone.All day long, he just follows the head of the sect and does some personal servant work, like a born dumb.

In the secret school where the disciples are outstanding and vigorous, Yan Lanyu's existence is like a shadow in the sun, and no one pays attention to him at all.

In the middle of winter, plum blossoms were in full bloom. One day, when all the disciples were drinking in the flower hall, the headmaster happened to pass by with Yan Lanyu, and he came in with his hands crossed, smiling: "Why, do you gather together to enjoy the flowers and read poems? It's very elegant."

Yuko Matsushima had a very high status among all the disciples, she stood up first to salute, and all the seniors also stood up to pay their respects.The head of the sect seemed to be in a very good mood, before they all stood up, he even waved them to sit down.

"It's rare to have a free day, and it's okay to drink some wine. But I got a jar of good wine that day and it hasn't been opened, so it's better to have fun with everyone today."

Matsushima Yuko and several older senior brothers and sisters hurriedly got up and said they dared not, but the headmaster laughed, and turned his head to order: "Lan Yu, go and ask someone to bring that altar of plum blossom wine, and then go and serve the pot of today's wine." The white plum blossoms that bloomed early."

The young man nodded slightly, got up and backed to the door, and just when he was about to open the paper door, the doorkeeper suddenly remembered something, and waved: "Is it snowing outside? Put on my cloak, don't catch a cold."

Yuko Matsushima lowered her head, accidentally caught a glimpse of the boy from the corner of her eyes, and saw that he was only wearing a thin bathrobe, tied around the waist with a snow-colored silk belt, which turned out to be very good-looking, and the delicate collarbone could be vaguely seen in the open neckline.

Among the disciples of the secret sect, there are many bright-colored ones, but their figures may not be as good as the one she saw.

The boy bowed his head in response, and then slowly backed out in a short while.

"Master Sect Leader dotes on him very much," the senior brother beside him teased with a barely audible voice.

Matsushima Yuko smiled, but did not speak.

"But it's true. In my impression, he looks okay, and he's a kid with a haircut. As a pastime, it makes sense."

Matsushima Yuko didn't nod, didn't speak, just smiled noncommittally.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the headmaster who seemed to have glanced here, as expected.

What a shrewd man the head is, he can hear even the slightest disturbance, not to mention such a small distance?

The senior brother didn't notice it, and said in a tsk-tsk voice: "Lan Yu must be in his teens, why does he look so young. When I saw him go out just now, his figure is no different from that of a girl."

"Brother is confused, children are like this." Matsushima Yuko paused, frowned and said: "Speaking of which, is the geothermal heating too high? Don't you all feel a little hot?"

The senior brother didn't pay much attention to the shadowy Yan Lanyu at first, but the topic was immediately changed after hearing the words.

After a while Yan Lanyu came back, first she bowed her body slightly as an apology, and then came in with her head bowed, followed by servants carrying wine and flower pots.

The headmaster saw him kneeling behind him, and asked with a smile, "Is the snow still falling?"

"Yes, it's even bigger."

The leader nodded, and suddenly said: "Lan Yu, go and pour some wine for your senior brothers and sisters."

The young man lowered his head, walked a few steps on the thick carpet, and picked up a porcelain wine bottle with a phoenix pattern on a white background to pour wine for the senior senior brothers in the front row.His movements are light and soothing, his expression is calm and relaxed, and he has a very elegant taste.When passing by the senior brother who had teased him privately just now, Yuko Matsushima's eyelids twitched suddenly, and she looked at the master from the corner of her eye.

The master is looking at them.

A chilling guess suddenly rose in her heart, forcing her to look back at Yan Lanyu and her senior brother involuntarily.

But she didn't.

She wasn't even sure if all the peeps she thought were secret had fallen into the eyes of that shrewd and terrifying man.

Matsushima Yuko's neck was stiff and her eyes were fixed, but the sound of wine being poured into the cup behind her was extremely clear.It seemed like a long, long time before she felt the voice stop, and the soft corner of the boy's bathrobe brushed by her side.

The young man slowly poured the wine into the pig's mouth cup in front of her. There was no expression on his gentle side face, his bangs drooped, his brows were calm, his eyelashes were as long as crow's wings, leaving a faint afterimage on his nose.

That was the first time Yuko Matsushima discovered that this little junior who was as taciturn as an invisible person and never paid attention to was very beautiful.

His facial features are as delicate and soft as a girl's, and every inch of his texture is as if carved from jade, without any flaws.If someone saw him for the first time, they might think he was a beautiful girl.

It's just too standard, this face.

It is flawless but has no distinctive features, and its eyebrows and eyes have grown into the way it should be, just like the girl in the painting, people are immediately intoxicated at first sight, but they can't recall it clearly in the blink of an eye.

A beauty like a model—she secretly made a comment in her heart.

"Please use."

The boy put down the empty wine bottle and leaned slightly.Yuko Matsushima only had time to look at his white nape, and spit out two words: "——Thank you."

Yan Lanyu got up and walked back behind the head.

He didn't even look at her, not even at anyone in the room.

In the deep winter of that year, a major event happened in the secret sect.

The disciples were woken up in the middle of the night by the sharp sirens.Many people hurriedly put on their clothes and ran out of the room, only to see a group of masters standing in the corridor, all of them looked like they were facing an enemy.The head and Yan Lanyu stood on the bamboo corridor in front of the court, both wrapped in nightgowns, and Yan Lanyu still held a long knife in his hand.

"The apse where the national treasure is kept is a bandit, and everyone gathers in the front yard! Repeat! The apse has a bandit, and everyone gathers in the front yard to guard the gate!"

The gong was knocked loudly in the courtyard, and several high-ranking disciples rushed up and surrounded the head.In the middle of the night, the cold wind blew the branches rustling, and the dark clouds slowly drifted over to cover the moonlight.In the dark, the headmaster suddenly asked casually: "Lan Yu, are you cold?"

The boy whispered: "It's not too cold."

The master smiled and said, "That's up to you."

The few big disciples who were close did not dare to look back blatantly, they only glanced back secretly, and saw that the young man suddenly pulled out a scroll from his sleeve, unfolded it with a swipe sound, bit his middle finger and drew a talisman with a swipe. Press down: "Tai Shang Tai Xing, exorcising evil spirits! The three souls are eternal, and the soul will not be lost! Return to life! Universal! All King Kong! Yin and Yang reincarnation, five elements reversed! —— Jiang Sanfuduo Mingwang and the gods are in a hurry Law!"

With a loud bang, countless characters meandered down from the scroll and quickly drilled into the ground.Immediately afterwards, eight flames ignited on the ground and burned in different directions, one of which climbed up the towering ancient tree and reached the top in an instant!

There was a loud crash on the tree, and then a person screamed and fell down!

The boy snapped the scroll away, and at this moment only heard bang!boom!In the blink of an eye, two gunshots rang out!

"Master—!"

Several disciples shouted fiercely, and at that moment, the young man drew his sword brazenly!

There was a sound of gold and stone colliding, which almost made people's eardrums hurt!

I saw Yan Lanyu drew his knife to block the moment the gunshot sounded, and two bullets hit the blade at the same time, knocking the young man back half a step, and the ricochet shot into the ground from different directions in an instant, one of which even pierced through the knife. out of the garden rocks!

All this happened in an instant, the paper on the scroll was flying in the air, and then it was put into the palm of the young man with a snap, and he put it away with a flick of his sleeve.

The flames all over the sky stopped for an instant, and then disappeared without a trace.Yan Lanyu put the knife back into its sheath with the other hand, leaned slightly, and retreated behind the master.

There were a few rustles on the big tree, and the person who shot before was finally seriously injured, fell from the tree, and fell to the ground with a plop.

The whole courtyard was silent for a few seconds, and the master rushed up and shouted: "Catch the robber!"

The senior disciples hurried forward, and Matsushima Yuko took advantage of the confusion to look back, and saw the young man named Yan Lanyu standing behind the head as usual, with downcast eyebrows, gentle and supple, and his slender, naked neck glowing in the moonlight. Produces delicate light.

There were two robbers in total, wearing black masks and uniforms of special forces, but they couldn't find any marks on their numbers and nationalities.

The man who fell from the tree while screaming was seriously injured, and was already unconscious during the interrogation.The one who shot on the tree later was probably in his twenties, young and strong, with sharp eyes and a calm attitude, he seemed like a leader.

No matter how interrogated, the man just smiled and didn't answer. Sometimes he pretended to be unconscious when he was pressed hard, and he couldn't wake up even if he was splashed with ice water in winter.

The torture master pried hard for two days, but he didn't get a word out of the man's mouth, so he could only return to the head in a dejected manner.

At that time, the sect master was leaning on the tatami and smoking leisurely, Yan Lanyu knelt beside him and read the letter for him.After the torture master finished asking for the crime, the headmaster knocked on the pipe with a smile, and said leisurely: "I actually know the identity and purpose of those two people."

"I'm sorry for failing to live up to the expectations of the master, I'm really ashamed..."

"No, it's okay." The headmaster interrupted him, and suddenly patted Yan Lanyu's leg.

"Lan Yu can speak Chinese, so it should be more convenient to communicate with them."

The torturer was stunned, and Yan Lanyu put down the letter expressionlessly.

"Then Lan Yu will do it for you. After the interrogation is over, come back to me in the evening."

The young man said in a low voice: "Yes." He stood up under the smiling eyes of the master, and left the room in silence.

The cell where the two men were held was located behind the execution hall, where there was no sunlight all year round, and there was only a small ventilation opening on the high wall.The sound of the iron door opening was quite ear-piercing, Yan Lanyu walked into the cell, and the dust mixed with the musty smell came over her face.

The injured man lay unconscious on the straw pile, his face was pale gray.Another figure in the shadow moved, only heard the rattle of the iron chain, said: "Hey, little brother."

He actually spoke Chinese, and his voice was smiling.

Yan Lanyu looked over silently, and saw the young man was shirtless, wearing a tattered vest, with dried blood on his face, looking very aggressive.

"Give me some water, little brother, I'm so thirsty I'm smoking."

Yan Lanyu untied the water bag and threw it over. The man quickly picked it up amidst the rattling of the iron chain. He didn't drink it himself, but rushed to feed it to his companion. After feeding about half the bag of water, he raised his head and took a few big gulps. He enjoyed it very much. Mop your mouth.

Yan Lanyu's eyes were calm, and she waited until the man was full before asking, "How do you know I can speak Chinese?"

"Guess," the man immediately lied, "I guess you are Chinese."

The young man didn't speak, and after a while he asked concisely: "—name?"

The man laughed.

"—Yu Jingzhong," he said, "Yu with two horizontal lines and one vertical line, Jing with appeasement, and Zhong with loyalty—little brother, I'm sorry, it's the first time we meet, please take care of me."