After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

Song Shu thought for a moment that the hand on his neck would tighten, and then mercilessly snatch away all the remaining breath in his throat.

However, he soon returned to his senses.

Master Song will not kill him, at least the current Master Song will not.

Song Shu was so sure, even though he couldn't understand why he had such confidence in him.

Obviously, in the part of the memory he got, it was Master Song who personally sent himself under the nose of the assassin.

Obviously right now he is leaning in this person's arms, and his wealth and life are entrusted to him, as long as he gently withdraws his hand...

But as he thought, Master Song quickly let go of his hand, supported his arm, bowed his head and said to him: "If this is an actual battle, my hand is a dagger, then you have died just now."

Song Shu replied calmly, "Even if you don't have a dagger, you can strangle me immediately if you put your hand on my neck."

The two looked at each other, and Master Song withdrew his other hand from his waist.

A thought flashed through his mind: his waist is soft.

Song Shu's character should be like this, calm and rational, cold and out of the dust, instead of pretending to be weak and pitiful.

When Master Song read the original work, he was so innocent and innocent in front of his elder brother before, but his revenge was dark and terrifying later.

The innocence was real at first, but later it was like putting on layers of fake skins, and no one could pry into his heart any more.

Song Shu probably also realized that he had exposed the innocent image he pretended to be in front of him. He originally only had that kind of character in front of Master Song, and because of his extreme trust, he would open his heart defenselessly. The heart has been closed, and the disguise will not last long.

He simply turned his head away from looking at Master Song, pinched the handle of the dagger in his hand, and softened his tone again: "I lost."

Master Song put his arms around his arms and said with a half-smile, "Is your self-esteem frustrated? Are you still here?"

Song Shu nodded: "Come."

The two quickly fought two more rounds, and for the last time, Song Shu finally blocked him, stabbed backhand, and the dagger reached Master Song's waist.

He pointed at Master Song with the hilt of the knife, smiled and took a breath and said, "Brother, I won."

It was an eye for an eye, an eye for an eye, he was very stingy, Master Song pinched his waist, and he wanted to stab it back exactly, even the position of the dagger was exactly the same as when Master Song struck.

Master Song raised his eyebrows and smiled, raising his hand to signal his surrender.

And the next moment, he quickly turned sideways to avoid the handle of the knife, turned lightly to get behind Song Shu, and reached out his hand to grab the dagger in Song Shu's hand with lightning speed, but Song Shu reacted quickly and turned his back to him With a merciless elbow thrust back—

While Master Song dodged his elbow, he quickly knocked out the dagger in his hand, but Song Shu didn't care about Bu Xue who let go of his hand, and took advantage of this short few seconds to turn around quickly, unlike when he just attacked The same short body stretched his legs and swept away.

Master Song tipped his toes and jumped up to avoid it, causing his clothes to fly up. However, when he landed, he saw Song Shu's legs were placed where he was about to fall.

If he stepped on it, he might not sprain his ankle, but Song Shu would definitely break his bone.

Master Song retracted his feet and wanted to fall to the side. The result was that he failed to balance the weight in time, causing his center of gravity to become unstable, and Song Shu seamlessly connected him again when he landed. The sweep made him unable to react for a while, and he fell directly. Go down, and even put Song Shu who was about to get up under his body.

This embrace is very warm, if it is not that he is the one who is pressed down now.

Song Shu closed his eyes subconsciously, but he didn't feel the expected severe pain. He just felt a light tap on the back of his head, as if something warm was cushioning him.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and saw Master Song's head buried slightly on his neck.

Master Song regained his strength, propped up his left arm, the other hand was still under Song Shu's head, and when he saw Song Shu looking at him in a daze, he hissed: "What are you looking at? You are ruthless enough, and you are not afraid of hitting your head with a cushion, so you want to win?"

The Martial arts arena has a large open space, and the sand is also full of hands.

For a moment, Song Shu's mind was blank, and only the sound of his own difficult breathing was heard in the world.

He wanted to ask why, but after a pause, he felt that it was unnecessary: ​​in the future he foresees, all the good things Master Song did to him were because he wanted to gain his trust, so that he could do what he said later, and once he didn't If you are obedient, Master Song will soon lose patience.

It's just a deliberate means.

So he finally calmed down, put on a mask that Master Song was familiar with, with a half-truth and a half-truth in his eyes: "Brother, how is your hand?"

Master Song raised his leg and moved away from him, stretched out his hand to pull him up while lying on his side, then withdrew his hand and looked: "Yo... it's bleeding."

Song Shu looked at the hand he raised. The back of the hand was worn out by sand and stones, and it looked bloody and bloody, which was very bluffing.

The hand by his side tightened unconsciously, and his heart tensed slightly: "...I'm sorry."

Master Song heard a bit of sincerity from his words, and raised his head in surprise: "What?"

Song Shu looked at him seriously: "I really want to win too much. My fault."

I want to win so badly.

I've lost once in the future I've seen, so I want to win so badly.

Both Wu Gong and you are like this...

It's a pity that I lost, and I always hurt both sides.

Master Song was silent for a moment, and just as Song Shu wanted to get up, he reached out and put his clean palm on the opponent's head again, and said softly in his surprised eyes: "You are not wrong."

"There's nothing wrong with wanting to win."

After all, Song Shu was the one who suffered the most.

Master Song got up and picked up the dagger that had fallen to the side, scratched the outline of the kitten smiling slyly on the hilt with his thumb, and returned it to him: "I'll go and treat the wound myself, and I'll stop here today... If you still want to Practice, I will ask Jing Xiu to accompany you in the fight."

Song Shu took the dagger and hesitated for a moment: "No need." Although he really wanted to practice more, but he was very good at martial arts, so he felt sorry for giving him, a novice, Xiaobai, as a training partner.

It's not like everyone is like Master Song, so he can't wait to train with him until he's exhausted.

Master Song raised his eyebrows, raised his chin and turned towards the gate of the courtyard: "He is very idle."

Song Shu followed his line of sight and saw a figure squatting at the gate of the courtyard who was so bored as to pull weeds, facing their direction, the eyes under the bamboo hat were resentful, full of naked/naked "you don't take me when you play" accuse.

Song Shu: "..."

It does look very idle.

Master Song asked someone to ask for bandages and medicine. He just rolled all over the mud in the martial arts arena, and now he didn't bother to pay too much attention, so he sat directly on the steps and watched them practice martial arts by the way.

In fact, the wound is not serious, it just looks scary, but in winter, the temperature is low, and the wind blows the bones along with the blood and freezes. he.

He washed the wound with warm water, and after applying the medicine, he bit the bandage and wrapped it around himself.

It's hot on the field.

Master Song's weapon is a whip, and Jing Xiu's natal weapon is the wooden sword that he holds in his arms every day, named peach wood.

His weapons are the same as people's, they don't know how to adapt, they don't look sharp enough, the wooden sword is easy to break, and it's very heavy, at most it hurts, it can't do much damage at all.

So Song Shu was actually a little curious about how Jing Xiu would use this sword, but Jing Xiu never pulled out the sword from the beginning to the end, but used it as a shield to block, so that all Song Shu's attacks failed to fall. Real place.

Jing Xiu said: "My sword is a shield. The young master said, you can treat me as a sandbag, find an easy point to attack, and get familiar with the basic skills. Don't worry about me, you can't hit me."

The most powerful thing about Jing Xiu is lightness kung fu, and the other is defense. As long as he is around others, this wooden sword is invincible. No one can touch his clothes, but in other people's hands, it is just an ordinary wooden sword , has no such effect.

It can only be regarded as his extraordinary talent, and this sword is a natural match.

After practicing for half an afternoon, Song Shu was also tired. Zhang Wushou, who came over halfway, stood by the martial arts arena and ran to someone to pass the dinner.

For the next few days, Master Song no longer avoided Song Shu, and would spare some time every day to practice martial arts with him in the martial arts field, but nothing happened.

Until the day of leaving Beijing.

King Jingkang didn't come out to send them off, in order to fulfill the "serious illness", but Butler Mo came out and sent them to the mansion outside the city.

There are two places in the diplomatic circles of Yandu. The north gate of the main road of Kyoto is connected to Changzhou. This mansion belonging to Prince Jingkang’s mansion is near the east gate, so they came out from the east gate, which happened to be from the east gate of the mansion. It's very far.

Song Shu and Song Master's luggage is similar. It is common for Song Shu to bring books. He has a talent for reading, and he also has to prepare for the later palace exam. Song Master carries it to learn more about the background of this world.

Master Song is very interested in weapons and equipment, and if he doesn't practice regularly, his remaining six-pack abs will be gone. As for Song Shu-he is practicing martial arts recently.

Things moved into the mansion, Master Song brought only one Jingxiu, and Song Shu only brought Zhang Wu, there were maids and servants in the mansion, so don't worry about not having someone to take care of food, clothing and daily life.Butler Mo helped them arrange these things and went back soon.

It's still early.Master Song went to the city guard camp a few days ago and walked around. He didn't see many people, which is enough to show how lazy these people are.

Now that he is going to officially start his job, he has to go there today because of emotion and reason.

He only brought two servants with him, and he was going to inquire about the location of Tianguang Temple on the way back, and if he stopped by, he would also go there, but as soon as he got on his horse, Song Shu took Zhang Wu out.

The two looked at each other, Master Song's right eyelid twitched subconsciously, and as expected, he heard Song Shu take the initiative to ask: "Brother, is he going to the city guard camp?"

He smiled and said, "Xiaoshu wants to go and have a look together, can I?"

Ordinary people are not allowed to enter the school grounds of Mochengying, but Song Shu is not an ordinary person, and...

Today's moat camp doesn't have so many rules anymore, no one cares about it, and even the barracks are a mess.

He was already practicing martial arts, so it was reasonable to make this suggestion, and he didn't mean to make things difficult. Master Song didn't know what he wanted to do, but he couldn't refuse.

He rides a horse, and Song Shu can't ride, so he can only ride a carriage.

Before getting into the car, he glanced at Master Song's hand. Following his gaze, Master Song noticed his scabbed scars, smiled indifferently, and covered the back of his hand with the movement of shaking the rein: "If you want to ride a horse, I will teach you later."

He didn't dare to accept Song Shu's occasional abnormal and inadvertent care, just like Song Shu couldn't believe that he would suddenly hurt his hand for himself for no purpose.

Song Shu's eyes moved to his face, paused for half a second, opened the curtain of the car and went in.