The correct strategy for the master of the world

Huamanlou did not agree to live in Wanmei Villa. He is not a very stubborn person, but once he has made a decision, even if he is pulled by nine cows, he will never change it.

So he would rather stay overnight in the inn at the foot of the mountain than go to Wanmei Villa.

Lu Xiaofeng is not at ease, Huamanlou is not a person who makes people worry easily, but Lu Xiaofeng still remembers Shangguan Feiyan, that inexplicable appearance moved Huamanlou's heart and mysteriously disappeared.

Isn't a beautiful woman the easiest way to disturb a man's mind and lure him into a trap, not to mention that this man has lost his usual sense of proportion because of her.

So Lu Xiaofeng didn't go back to Wanmei Villa, he wrote a letter to tell Wen Renxi that he decided to spend the night at the foot of the mountain too.

It was destined not to be a peaceful night.

Wen Renxi burned the letter Lu Xiaofeng wrote to him on the fire, spread out the letter paper and began to write the letter.

On the other side, Huamanlou and Lu Xiaofeng were walking down the mountain. After nightfall, the weather began to turn cold, and the slight wind made people feel comfortable.

Lu Xiaofeng was talking to Huamanlou about Wen Renxi's sword. He spoke very fast and passionately.It was as if he hadn't spoken for hundreds of years, and he was about to vent his stuff.

He didn't even give Hua Manlou time to interject.

As Lu Xiaofeng's friend, Hua Manlou had already keenly sensed that something was wrong with Lu Xiaofeng's emotions, but he didn't point it out.

His smile had become a little stiff, and his footsteps slowly stopped.He tilted his ears as if he was listening carefully.

After a while, he turned around and walked towards the back of the hillside.

At this time, Wen Renxi was thinking about how to start his letter. Although Yu Luocha was annoying, as his son Ximen Chuuxue, he still liked him very much. It can be seen from his willingness to give Ximen Chuuxue advice.

And when he thought that the young leader of the Western Demon Cult is actually a swordsman who loves swords, the possibility of being willing to succeed the leader of the Demon Cult in the future is basically zero, so he especially wanted to laugh.

If you have nothing to do, you have to go to Kunlun to toss!

Let you not restrain your subordinates!

It deserves that there is no successor now!

After secretly laughing inwardly for a while, Wen Renxi began to think about how to write a letter to Yu Luocha with reasonable wording, smooth sentences, and most importantly, a letter that could conceal the gloating feeling in his heart.

Let's turn around, Huamanlou is walking faster and faster, and at the end he couldn't help but fly away.

Lu Xiaofeng followed behind, he didn't know what Huamanlou heard, but he knew it must be something very important.

One of the things in this world that Lu Xiaofeng can fully trust is Huamanlou's ears.

Gradually, he heard a burst of singing, with an indescribable melancholy and sadness.

Even the lyrics are sad, about a dying girl who confides to her lover the wanderings and misery of half her life.

But this is extremely beautiful, the voice is mellow and ethereal, and a girl who can imagine singing must be a beautiful girl.

Lu Xiaofeng didn't listen to the song carefully, he saw Hua Manlou's expression, his expression was very strange, mixed with joy, fear, sadness and hesitation.

Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help asking: "Have you heard this song before?"

Hua Manlou nodded.

Lu Xiaofeng asked again: "Who has heard it sing?"

Hua Manlou replied, "Shangguan Feiyan."

Wen Renxi over there finally figured out how to write his beginning, and he began to polish the ink, one circle, two circles, grinding and grinding, his mind was a little bit off, he thought that today he behaved a little The weird Lu Xiaofeng, especially after meeting Ximen Chuuxue, his attitude towards him can only be described as avoiding him and fearing nothing.

This made him a little unhappy.

Three laps, four laps, grinding and grinding, he thought of Ximen Chuuxue who was still standing in the small hall now, and stood frozen in that position all night, hoping that he could still walk tomorrow.

He has a deep understanding of this. When he was young, every time he provoked his master to get angry, he would basically be punished to stand up against the mountain wall all night. It was very difficult to even raise his hand the next day.

It was tough at first, but after he got used to it he could fall asleep standing up.

Thinking of this, Wen Renxi laughed, he was not a good boy when he was a child, if you really want to talk about it, the posture of teasing cats and dogs is a bit like Lu Xiaofeng.

Lu Xiaofeng could already see a solitary lamp from a distance, and the singing voice was coming from the lamp.

Huamanlou's speed increased, he couldn't see the light, but he could hear the direction of the singing.

As the lights got closer and closer, Lu Xiaofeng could tell that it was a temple, a small, dilapidated temple.I don't know whether it is the mountain god or the land that is enshrined in it.

The singing stopped suddenly, Lu Xiaofeng looked at Huamanlou, there was a bit of disappointment in his expression.

There was no one in the ruined temple. The black-faced mountain god glared at him with a steel whip. The lamp was still on.

It looked like a girl was here just now, combing her hair and singing, missing her lover.

Hua Manlou asked, "What are you looking at?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "There is a basin of water on the altar, and there is a strand of hair in the water."

Hua Manlou smiled, "I'm still in the mood to comb my hair here, she must be a pretty girl."

"And she must be a very beautiful girl." Lu Xiaofeng also smiled.

Hua Manlou said calmly: "Girls aged seventeen or eighteen are very beautiful, and they love beauty."

"Isn't Shangguan Feiyan a seventeen or eighteen year old girl?"

Hua Manlou didn't speak.

Lu Xiaofeng asked tentatively, "Have you ever touched her hair?"

The smile on Hua Manlou's face changed. There are many kinds of smiles on his face, and this one is undoubtedly the meaning of acknowledgment.

"Is this her hair?" Lu Xiaofeng handed over the lock of long hair.

The hair is soft and has a girlish fragrance.

The fragrance of ink is overflowing, the ink is the best ink, and the pen is also the best pen. After dipping in the ink, Wenren rolled up his sleeves and put down the pen.

The lights flickered.

Wen Renxi is not fast at writing letters, it can even be said that he is a bit anxious, he writes a few words, he will stop for a while, think for a while, and say a few sentences before he can write. Then put pen to paper.

A lamp like a bean, in the mountain temple, the long hair is indeed Shangguan Feiyan's hair.

In the middle of the night, why would a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl sing in a ruined temple, and she sang so sadly and sadly.

If she sang it to Huamanlou, then why did she leave when he came?

If she didn't sing it to Huamanlou, then who was she singing this sad love song for?

Lu Xiaofeng didn't know whether to comfort Hua ManLou, or to pretend that he didn't understand anything.

A gust of cool wind blew, and the glaring mountain god suddenly split from the middle.

In the dusty atmosphere, Lu Xiaofeng saw a person, who was hanging in the air, and a judge stabbed his chest straight.

There are two yellow flags tied to the judge's pen.

"Blood for blood!"

"This is an example of meddling!"

That person is Dugu Fang, who is also one of Princess Danfeng's guards.

It wasn't Liu Yuhen, it was Dugu Fang.

Xiao Qiuyu died, and Dugu Fang died.Those who wished to die had not yet died, but those who did not want to die had already been sent to see Lord Hades.

Lu Xiaofeng said bitterly: "The statue of the mountain god has already been shattered, and a dead person is waiting for us to come."

Hua Manlou's face suddenly turned pale, and he asked, "Is it Shangguan Feiyan?"

"It's Dugu Fang." Lu Xiaofeng frowned, "But why did Shangguan Feiyan come here?"

"Perhaps, she has already fallen into Qingyilou's hands."

Lu Xiaofeng sighed: "You've always been open-minded, why do you always think of the worst now?"

Probably because, when a man faces the woman he loves, he will lose his footing.

Just like Huamanlou would even go to Wanmei Villa to bother her at night, love is really a very strange thing.

He came to find Wen Renxi, if he wanted to know the good or bad luck of a person, it might be a good choice to find a Kunlun disciple to divination him.

Wen Renxi heard footsteps from a long distance away, he calmly put down his pen, and spread out the letter in his hand to dry the ink.

He wasn't worried that his letter would be seen by others, or, to him, it didn't matter if it was seen.

——A letter to Yu Luocha, telling him that his son Ximen Chuixue, who had pinned his deep hopes on him, had grown into a swordsman with superb swordsmanship "living up to everyone's expectations". It probably didn't matter if he saw it.

Wen Renxi always carried three copper coins with him. He put these three copper coins in Huamanlou's hand and asked him to throw them six times.

The candlelight was flickering slightly, the night was already very deep, the outside was so quiet that even the chirping of insects could barely be heard, the most lively thing was probably the twinkling stars in the sky.

It was another night full of stars and dim moonlight.

Lu Xiaofeng stood idly by the side, listening to Wen Renxi explaining Huamanlou's hexagrams.

Wen Renxi's tone was very gentle, at least, he had never heard Wen Renxi speak to him in such a gentle tone.

Feeling quite uncomfortable all of a sudden, Lu Xiaofeng turned his eyes away from looking at the two people over there.

All he glanced at was the ink-dried letter on the table.

The first thing I noticed was the handwriting. Lu Xiaofeng always thought that her handwriting was pretty good, but when she compared it, she was vividly reflected as a dog crawling.

Wen Renxi's handwriting is beautiful, no, it should be said to be very strong, and every word is proudly standing upright.People often speak like their own handwriting, and those who can have such handwriting must be very confident people.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that he was peeking at someone else's letter. He turned his eyes away in embarrassment, and silently said "do not see evil, do not see evil", but the three words Yu Luocha at the beginning of the letter were subconsciously memorized by him. up.

Shangguan Feiyan is of course fine now, very safe and not in any danger.Hua Manlou let out a breath, and his face, which had been stiff for most of the night, relaxed.

The next day, Lu Xiaofeng still went to find Ximen Chuuxue, because he tactfully asked Wen Renxi to open his mouth, so Ximen Chuuxue readily agreed.

Lu Xiaofeng stroked his mustache and asked curiously: "If I hadn't brought him here, would you really have to burn your house down to agree to me?"

Ximen Chuuxue said: "I don't have many friends, at most there are only two or three, but you have always been my friend."

Lu Xiaofeng's eyes lit up: "So you are willing to help me?"

Ximen Chuuxue said: "So you can come and burn my house anytime." After a pause, he added, "There is rosin and diesel in the warehouse behind me, you'd better burn it at night, that kind of flame It must be beautiful at night."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "I once asked Dazhi Datong if there is any way to impress you, they said there is no way, now it seems that they really understand you."

Ximen Chuuxue said: "It's not that you have ways to impress me."

Lu Xiaofeng asked: "What can I do?"

Ximen Chuuxue showed a smile, looked at Lu Xiaofeng's two mustaches and said, "As long as you are willing to shave off your beard. No matter what you are going to do, I will go with you."

Wen Renxi laughed all of a sudden, and he said: "Now I feel a little regretful that I opened this mouth for you. Lu Xiaofeng with two eyebrows is probably going to be young."

Lu Xiaofeng's expression instantly became very exciting.

Wen Renxi laughed for a long time, and he also selflessly shared the joke with Huamanlou, it's better to be alone than to be happy alone.

Until they were about to leave Wanmei Villa, there was still a strange smile on Wen Renxi's expression.

Lu Xiaofeng murmured rather annoyed and angry: "Smile and smile! Just laugh! Even if I shave off my beard, I'm still bigger than you!"

Wen Renxi stopped laughing all of a sudden, he stared at Lu Xiaofeng with a very subtle look for a long time, and asked, "How old do you think I am?" His voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat.

"22 is still 23, anyway it's definitely not 25." Lu Xiaofeng guessed, glancing at Wen Renxi's face.

This time, even Hua Manlou's expression became a little strange.

"Hey, what do you two mean!" Lu Xiaofeng jumped up, "Stop staring at me and not talking!"

"Haha" Wen Renxi laughed heartily, he put his hand on Lu Xiaofeng's head, and rubbed it vigorously, "Let's go."

Hua Manlou also smiled strangely and shook his head at Lu Xiaofeng, and followed Wen Renxi.

"Please explain clearly!" Lu Xiaofeng shouted from behind, "What the hell is it just smiling at me!"

The author has something to say: How old Wen Renxi is, you~you~guess~

The shaving stalk is so classic even if it’s not in the outline, it’s still forced by me □□

It is so wayward!

The outline of this chapter is "Wen Renxi wrote a letter, and at the same time the mountain temple. Lu Xiaofeng saw the letter, and Ximen Chuuxue helped." Such a sentence...

Then it was broken into such a long chapter by me, I feel that my chattering skills are really awesome

After re-watching Gu Long, Hua Manlou is absolutely in love with Shangguan Feiyan. Knowing the story behind, I just want to growl: She lied to you! ! !Wake up! ! !

Who told Hua Man Lou to be the true love of a stupid author? [Ban Shou

And Ximen Chuuxue is not only a sword idiot, at least before the decisive battle, he will joke with his friends, such as the stalk of burning the house in front, which makes me think that the sword god is also a bit cute.

It's a pity that after the decisive battle, love is cut off, it's too much to forget [sigh]

I try hard to see if I can break it back. The sword god who can make fun of friends is still very cute.

Continue to give Wen Renxi the trendy value, it seems that the brush is a bit of a failure...

The stupid author's own calligraphy is so ugly that I can't read it, and Wen Renxi's calligraphy is not very fashionable [crying]

It is really a difficult job to want Susu Susu who has IQ and logic, and strive to be able to wake up in the next chapter! 【make a fist

I'm a little happy that my collection has broken forty [Sahua]

When I think about breaking [-] in my collection (if there is such a day) I will double update [cross out]

hmm... if ever there was a day

Every day, I see that there are favorites going up, and little angels leave comments. The stupid author is super!open!Heart!

Because I haven’t written a text for a long time, and I don’t have much confidence in my writing, let alone writing as a science student...

So when I wrote the article, I was still very apprehensive, thinking about what to do if no one reads it, and what to do if someone doesn’t like making bricks.

But you have to work hard to write a good article, so I made an outline and wrote a character design for a long time. In the column, one article on comprehension and one western fantasy are written on impulse. Without an outline, no one can write a lesson. ..

Those two articles are going to wait for myself to practice more writing, and continue to write until one day I can control it. After all, these two subjects will definitely be written into a long novel...

But because of the obsessive-compulsive disorder of the stupid author, I probably won't cheat. It's super satisfying to see one after another red ones have ended!

I used to write articles intermittently due to the reason of reading and remedial lessons. For three days fishing and two days posting on the Internet, some readers will definitely be disappointed in me because of this. Now I think about it and I regret it. At that time, I probably really let down many readers who were waiting for updates. Alright, that's why I'm working hard now

Writing an article is really a very happy thing. Some readers read it and give me encouragement is the motivation for me to persevere. Little angels, thank you for your support

......Why is it like writing a postscript at the end of the article? Never mind, my little angels, I really love you so much!

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