Shi Yun Ⅱ Sings Crickets Last Night

Xiao Hansong doesn't hit Zhuo Yingtian's board, it's not because he is selfish or has a secret love for him at a young age.It's just because of the difference between master and servant that he can't beat others.

It should be said that in Hongjianzong, no one with the surname Yu would dare to beat someone with the surname Zhuo.

——The little master is the stern and selfless Master Duan Shui, how could he be partial to this brat with a bad face?Xuan Zifeng thought to himself.

The Yu family has assisted the Zhuo family, the patriarch of the Hongjian Sect, for generations, and is also the most powerful subordinate family in the Hongjian Sect.All Yu family men will recognize the suzerain as the master and a Zhuo family heir as the young master on the day of reaching the crown, and will assist the Zhuo family heirs by their side.

Although Xiao Hansong is still young and has not yet participated in the recognition ceremony, he is still regarded as a retainer of the Zhuo family and has no right to punish Zhuo's disciples.

"Fang Shixian, if you can't keep silent for a single word, you will stand by a foot. Do you want to compare with the ruler to see who is stronger?"

Every disciple of Hongjianzong who came forward to receive corrections was done two or three feet one by one, and the most were only five or six feet to the sky. Who would have thought that this guy would be silent for a long time.

The sound of the ruler being drawn in Xiaorou's hand continued, making the scalps of all the disciples in the room tingle.

It wasn't until Fang Shixian's hands swelled into small red buns, and he cried in front of everyone, that he had had enough, and Xiao Han let him go back.

"Thanks... Xie, Han Song, hiccup, my lord." Poor Fang Shixian lost face when he was executed in public, and he had to cry and hiccup to thank Xiao Hansong according to the rules.

Zhuo Yingtian was the next one to receive corrections.

Xiaohan said in a deep voice: "The third son made a mistake in two words, please go back and correct it."

After finishing speaking, he bowed his head slightly as a courtesy, not only didn't slap anyone, but also allowed Zhuo Yingtian to turn around and leave without even saying "thank you".

Although the little master has taught everyone not to use force against children, Xuan Zifeng still has the heart to fight against Zhuo Yingtian.

——Such a little thing with its nostrils facing the sky is not afraid of falling itself.

Suddenly, snowflakes flew.

The illusion flowed forward uncontrollably at an extremely fast speed, and everyone's figures turned into fast-moving blurred afterimages, until the continuous thick snowflakes covered everything with pure white.

Among the snow particles dancing all over the sky, Xuan Zifeng saw the translucent body of Xiao Hansong.

Xiao Tuanzi, who was not much taller than the wooden sword, picked up the sword as if he was a different person, his eyes were as calm as a deep pool, revealing firmness, and his momentum was as vigorous and powerful as pines and cypresses entering rocks.

The world's number one Hongzheng swordsmanship, in front of Xuan Zifeng, showed its full picture that lived up to its reputation.

At the beginning of the posture, Yu Hansong was just a doll holding a small wooden sword, but as the sword's edge became more and more complicated, his figure also continued to grow.

Xuan Zifeng saw that the wooden sword in his hand gradually became longer and heavier, and was replaced by an iron sword; he saw that he lost the baby fat, grew taller, and changed into new clothes; , using blood and sweat to polish the sword to perfection.

In the gaps between the flying snow, he can see the figure of him smelling chickens dancing and lighting lamps in the middle of the night, day after day, year after year.

Until Yu Hansong was 14 years old, he became the chief disciple of Hongjianzong's younger generation.

The heavy snow gradually receded, and the flow of the illusion slowed down again.

Xuan Zifeng looked at Yu Hansong, who was already a teenager, and felt a little strange.

The man with black hair and brown pupils obviously still had a green and immature face, but his words, deeds, and thoughts were not as youthful as he should be, which made Xuan Zifeng feel weird and contrary.

Suddenly, Xuan Zifeng understood.

Mr. Han Song at that time was not the open-minded and transparent Mr. Song Yun.His young mind was engraved with the three cardinal guides and five constant principles, red tape, and a cavity of morality and foolish loyalty.

But the good thing is that Han Song is still young, and there is always some unconcealable and inextinguishable light in those eyes.

"Brother, congratulations on becoming the chief." The second younger brother Yu Sijian held a sword as a congratulatory gift, "If I am half as good as my elder brother, maybe I can be less talked about by my father."

"Thank you, Sijian." Yu Hansong couldn't see any joy on his face, but he tied the sword immediately after receiving it.

Yu Sijian saw everything in his eyes, shook his brother's arm and said with a smile: "It's just as long as elder brother likes it."

It seems that the relationship between their brothers is good.

Although Yu Sijian often complained to his elder brother about his father's strictness, in fact, Yu Sijian was reprimanded at most, and he even refused to receive the punishment, but he didn't know how many beatings his elder brother had endured.

Yu Zhongting's attitude towards his second son, Yu Sijian, is more like cultivating the eldest son and heir.

——Besides, this distinction is a bit obvious, right?

Xuan Zifeng sneered inwardly as he chanted the names of the brothers from the Yu family.

The second younger brother Si Jian, the third younger brother Si Qi, and the youngest younger brother Si Xing, they are a neat family.

Except "Han Song".

Probably in the eyes of Yu Zhongting, Yu Hansong is no different from his daughter who is not valued, and they are not considered as heirs of his Yu family.

"Brother, today you taught in class that 'a hundred studies must first be determined', but I still don't know where my ambition is." Yu Sijian followed behind his elder brother and asked, "I don't know where my elder brother's ambition is, can you give me a reference?"

Yu Hansong caressed the saber at his waist, and said solemnly: "I would like to assist the master to carry forward the Hongjian sect, go through fire and water, and do my best."

"...Well, that's it." Yu Sijian dared not say the word "boring" in front of his elder brother.

But Xuan Zifeng was very courageous, so he dared to complain about everything.

——Anyway, little master doesn't know.

I have to say that Yu Hansong at this stage is really not very cute. Xiaotuanzi's old-fashioned appearance is quite cute in contrast, but now...

——Like a walking little ancestor tablet.Xuan Zifeng was quite helpless.

At the same age, it was when Xuan Zifeng was a trainee student in Baoyucheng. At that time, he was surrounded by lively classmates with different personalities, and it was very lively.In comparison, Yu Hansong's life is lonely and gray.

But Xuan Zifeng was still able to find cuteness in little master.

——For example, Confucianism.

The men of Hongjianzong wear a single tassel belt around their waists. The long tassel tassels are placed in the middle of the back, and the two ends are tied with double money knots in front of the body.From behind, it looks like the little master is dragging a small tail, swaying with his steps.

Obviously this belt can be regarded as the daily standard equipment of Hong Jianzong, everyone has it.But it was only on the little master that Xuan Zifeng felt extremely cute.

At this moment, Xuan Zifeng's displeased voice came from behind.

"Senior Brother Han Song." A handsome young man with short black hair called, running towards this side.

——Yo, Mr. Zhuo San is here.Xuan Zifeng felt a little strange.

"Hello, third son." Yu Hansong turned around and saluted.

Zhuo Yingtian smiled and said: "Brother, hello! The short hair in the Western Regions is easy to manage and neat, so I cut it off. I don't know what brother thinks, does it look a little strange?"

"It's really good, very suitable for the third son." Yu Hansong's expression still looked rigid and serious.

But Xuan Zifeng could see that Yu Hansong was actually happy, there was a little slack in his body, not as tense as in the lecture hall.

Yu Hansong supervised his homework in the Hongjianzong Academy since he was a child. Disciples of the same generation began to feel guilty and trembled when they saw him, and subconsciously reflected on whether there were omissions in the schoolwork. It is a scourge, not a brother of the same generation.

Therefore, Yu Hansong has no friends, and no one to chat with him outside of schoolwork.

But he is not only the supervisor and the chief lecturer, but also a 14-year-old kid. How could he not yearn for friends and not like to have fun?

Zhuo Yingtian took advantage of this loophole.

"Senior Brother Han Song, I heard that the night market in the nearby city has ice and snow cold yuanzi with lychee paste, as well as Jinsi Dangmei and mustard melon... Senior brother happens to have no class tonight, how about going with me? "

Yu Hansong was even flattered by this invitation, his eyes showed a little imperceptible expectation and surprise, "Thank you, I will go with the third son after receiving the late work."

Only at this time, Yu Hansong is like a child of this age, who will be attracted by the snacks at the night market and look forward to dating with his peers.

"Brother is willing to accompany me out, I should thank you." Zhuo Yingtian smiled and walked beside Yu Hansong.

——Hmph, why didn't the third son Zhuo be so attentive before?Xuan Zifeng couldn't help snorting coldly in his heart.

There is a year difference between the two, so it can be considered that they grew up in the same school since childhood.

But Zhuo Yingtian was arrogant and disdained to be close to the retainers, and even ignored Yu Hansong who was not favored by the head of the family.

Wasn't it after Yu Hansong became the chief, he learned that the other party was intelligent and wanted to win him over, so he started to get close, and even called "Senior Brother Hansong" one by one to get close.

It made Xuan Zifeng feel sick every time he heard it.

How could the undercover chick, who has heard about thousands of corners and known countless conspiracies, not see Zhuo Yingtian's little plan?

——This is to compete with the brothers for the position of the young suzerain!

Zhuo Buqun, the patriarch of the Hongjian Sect, had had six sons born on the same day.Zhuo Yingtian was originally ranked fifth, but two of the four older brothers died young, leaving only the eldest brother and the second brother, so he became the third son of Zhuo Yingtian.

The eldest brother Zhuo Wutian was eighteen years old, but unfortunately he was a good-for-nothing who couldn't support the wall with mud.

The second elder brother Zhuo Shaotian was sixteen years old, he was very talented and fast in cultivation, if Yu Hansong hadn't suppressed him, the position of chief disciple would have been his long ago.

As the youngest son, Zhuo Yingtian has obvious disadvantages.

Therefore, Zhuo Yingtian's fight for the position of the heir of the sect urgently needs a powerful helper, someone who stands behind him and works hard for him.Give him prestige, strategize for him, do tedious work for him, and even do some shady dirty work.

Although Yu Hansong is not valued by the head of the Yu family, but Yu Zhongting will step down one day.It is true that Songyun's three younger brothers are favored, but they are still young, and they are far behind Hansong.

In addition, Yu Hansong has a high reputation, is deeply loved by his elders, and feared by his peers, so he is obviously an excellent candidate for his retainers.

"Senior Brother Han Song, I can't always do the ninth form of the Hongzheng swordsmanship. Just now, the master said that my strength is weak and the edge of the sword is crooked. He scolded me for a long time before stopping in front of everyone. The face of the third son of mine is not good. I lost it all. I hope my senior brother will not hesitate to teach me."

——Not only play with the little master, but also leave a good impression of being diligent and inquisitive.

Xuan Zifeng has a clear understanding of Angel Zhuo Ying's tricks, after all, he was the same way to seduce Song Yun back then.

——No wonder Master has never been tempted.

Thinking of this, Xuan Zifeng couldn't help feeling a little lost.

"I don't dare to teach, but I can learn from each other." Yu Hansong did not reprimand him severely, but comforted him: "Mr. is short-tempered, and he is so strict because he has high expectations of his disciples. You don't have to blame yourself too much, Third Young Master."

"Thank you, Senior Brother Han Song! If Senior Brother is fine, shall we go to the backcourt?"

The two walked together to the backcourt where the disciples were practicing martial arts.

"The wrist is too tight and not flexible enough. Relax a little."

——It turned out that the master had also taught others how to practice swords.

"Follow the trend, the sword's edge cannot be reversed, come again."

——Why teach me to knock with a bamboo pole, and teach others to hold hands.

Xuan Zifeng felt a little apprehensive, but he had no choice but to stare blankly, watching their relationship become more and more intimate.

……

Night, Zhouqiao Night Market.

Thousands of lights are scattered, reflecting the night like day.

The cries of hawkers along the street came one after another, and the aroma of all kinds of snacks rushed to the face.

Yu Hansong had only been to the night market when he was a child, and he hadn't seen such a scene for a long time. His eyes were shining brightly, and he was attracted by the dazzling array of products.

"Chirp"!

A series of gentle birdsong sounded.

Yu Hansong followed the prestige and saw the ceramic painted bird flute in the peddler's mouth.

The bird flute was specially molded into the shape of a small bird, painted with colorful feathers, with a round hole the size of a rice grain on the top of the head, and an extended tail to make a whistle.The bird flute is hollow inside and can hold water.When air is blown from the whistle, the water in the bird's belly turns up and down in waves, and the airflow rushes to the small hole on the top of the head, and the crisp bird's song jumps out.

It is clearly something for children, but Yu Hansong has never been coaxed by the elders as a child, so he has never seen this kind of toy before, so it is very novel.

"Boss, here's a bird flute." Zhuo Yingtian possessed himself and threw a few Lingjue coins to the boss, then turned around and waved to Yu Hansong, calling him to choose, "Senior brother Hansong, which pattern do you like?"

Being seen to like such naive things, Yu Hansong was a little embarrassed, but he still stepped forward to pick out the bird flute he liked.

"Thank you, Third Young Master." Yu Hansong was also embarrassed to play the bird flute in the street, so he had to treasure it into Rong Ling.

Seeing this, Zhuo Yingtian smiled and said: "Senior brother Han Song likes simple and elegant patterns, I will remember that."

In fact, Zhuo Yingtian was quite surprised that Yu Hansong, known for his ruthless face, could show such an expression.

"Senior brother, is there anything else you want to eat or play with?" Zhuo Yingtian conveniently bought two bowls of icy and cold Yuanzi with lychee paste.

Yu Hansong took the ice-cold bowl and said, "It's been a long time since I've been to the night market. I didn't expect this place to change completely. I don't know what I want anymore."

"Ah! I got it." Zhuo Yingtian ate up Leng Yuanzi in two or three bites, and put down the bowl, "In that case, let's go through the stalls one by one."

"The night market is so big, if you really go door-to-door, how long do you have to go? Just pick the store that San Gongzi likes." Yu Hansong felt helpless.

Zhuo Yingtian propped up half of his cheeks, tilted his head and smiled and said, "It's okay, go to as many places as you can. If we didn't shop today, we will go next time until we finish shopping. Anyway, the night market is not only open for one day."

Under the warm orange and yellow light of the lantern, the face of the young man in brocade clothes also looked warm, and the light and shadow changed with the movement and the evening wind.

Even Xuan Zifeng had to accept this operation.

Not only did he succeed in meeting his preferences, Zhuo Yingtian also very naturally made an appointment for the next outing, which is really a scheming one.

Sure enough, Yu Hansong did not object, and nodded in agreement.

Zhuo Yingtian smiled even more happily, "When it comes to winter, there will be hot steamed buns, pan-fried scallops, and crispy crystals... At that time, you won't be cold even if you hold roasted sweet potatoes in your hands while shopping." .I have an appointment with Senior Brother Han Song."

"Yes. We have an appointment." Yu Hansong nodded and ate the last yuanzi in the bowl.He chewed the extreme sweetness of the lychee and the softness of the yuanzi, and always felt that the yuanzi was extra sweet.

"Brother, have you finished eating?" Zhuo Yingtian got up, "Let's go to see sugar paintings, sugar kneaders, dough kneaders, candied haws sellers, and then there are jugglers and folk performers. Brother, we will make a decision today." Have a good time."

At first, Yu Hansong was still a little bit reluctant, and didn't know what kind of posture he should take to "play".

But with Zhuo Yingtian at his side, he thoughtfully rescued him when he was at a loss, demonstrated how to play various games and how to eat special snacks, and Yu Hansong quickly integrated into the atmosphere of the night market.

I don't know what kind of festival this is in summer. There are lanterns floating in the river, and they go away as the candles flicker, like flowing fireflies.The fireworks along the coast leap into the sky, as if they want to show off the excitement of the world to the cold moon palace with the most magnificent fireworks.

"Third Young Master, look, there is a fire-breathing show over there."

Yu Hansong smiled naturally.

With a faint but intoxicating smile, he turned his head to look in Zhuo Yingtian's direction, with the windmill in his hand pointing at the juggler in the distance, with the sachet fan he just picked out on his body, and his lips moistened with cherry pearls and honey reddish.

In an instant, Zhuo Yingtian was slightly stunned, and subconsciously raised his hand to cover his chest.

He originally thought that Yu Hansong couldn't laugh.

He didn't know that this person actually looked like this when he looked back and smiled lightly.

It was obviously just an ordinary moment, but there was a certain feeling that Zhuo Yingtian couldn't describe.

"Third Young Master?" Seeing that Zhuo Yingtian didn't answer, Yu Hansong approached him and asked, "Why, are you tired? If we are tired, we'll go back and rest, and come back next time."

Zhuo Yingtian came back to his senses and shook his head, "No, I just thought about something."

"What is the third son thinking?" Yu Hansong asked.

Xuan Zifeng looked at Zhuo Yingtian, he thought, he knew what Zhuo Yingtian was thinking.

I want to leave a little pink on that slender jade neck, I want to use this kind and hazy affection to cover those clear eyes and imprison the person who is as pine as jade.

It can be seen that at first Zhuo Yingtian probably just wanted to find a reliable retainer, but at that moment just now, Zhuo Yingtian changed his decision.

So, Zhuo Yingtian replied: "I was thinking, the elder brothers at home have never played with me like this. I always feel that they don't like me very much, and they don't want to communicate with me."

The competition for the position of the young suzerain is fierce, and the relationship between the brothers of this generation of the Zhuo family is tense, and Yu Hansong also knows it.

Seeing the always proud young man slumped, Yu Hansong stroked Zhuo Yingtian's head as if comforting his younger brother.Xiyu's short hair stuck in Hansong's palm, making it itchy.

Seeing this, Xuan Zifeng's heart tightened even more. Even though he knew all kinds of things that might happen in the future and guessed Zhuo Yingtian's actions, he still felt extremely difficult at this moment.

Zhuo Yingtian sighed, and said helplessly: "Sometimes, I really envy Si Jian and Si Qi. If only I were like them, it would be great if I could have a brother like Senior Brother Han Song."

The hand that was stroking the hair stopped, and Yu Hansong didn't know how to respond for a moment.

"Senior brother." Zhuo Yingtian raised his hand to hold Song Yun's finger on the top of his head, and gently pulled it to his cheek. With bright and kind eyes, he looked at the person in front of him slightly moistly, "in private , can I call you brother?"

Yu Hansong pondered for a while with downcast eyes, then nodded in agreement.

Suddenly, the rippling eyes quickly narrowed the distance, and slid away to the side before they were about to hit.

It was Zhuo Yingtian who hugged Yu Hansong and rested his chin on Yu Hansong's shoulder.

"Brother Han Song."

Zhuo Yingtian tilted his head slightly, whispering in that white ear.