It's Shadow Guard and Bai Yueguang [Rebirth]

"Farewell, that's bad... did Master say what he was going to do?"

While relaxing, Fu Nian pretended to casually mention something.

Fu Bie: "I don't know."

Fu Nian didn't ask any more questions.

Fu Zhen mentioned to him last night that it should be dealing with the attempted assassination.

He fell silent. This man himself did it himself, and there was no one he couldn't kill.Even he couldn't stop this lunatic, let alone those shadow guards in the palace.

Fu Nian pondered for a while, and suddenly a way to escape and ascend to heaven flashed through his mind.

Fu Nian lazily leaned against the beam and said in a lazy tone, "I'm hungry. Where are the stove and the reserved food?"

"This way." Fu Bie said, leading the way.

He picked up and followed, and for all the oil lamps that he could touch on the path, Fu Nian would quietly pour out some lamp oil on the wood.

The lack of a right leg, no matter how slow the walk, can be regarded as reasonable.

"Brother, are you alright? Do I need to help you?" Realizing that Fu Nian was following very slowly, the young man couldn't help but turn his head and asked with concern.

Fu Nian put his kerosene-stained left hand behind his back and stayed there for a while before continuing to jump forward, "No need. I'm used to the prosthesis on weekdays, but now I'm just walking slower, not to the point where I need help." , suddenly sprained his foot, nearly fell, and barely stood still after supporting the ground with his hands.

Fu Bie rushed over in a hurry, "I'll help you."

"You don't need to say it!" Fu Yan deliberately raised his voice and shouted. After a moment of panting, he checked again and again that the lamp oil in his hand had been thrown to the ground, and then he got up from the ground.

After standing up straight, Fu Nian apologized in a low voice, "Sorry for yelling at you just now..."

"It's okay, it's okay, brother, you don't need to apologize! I just don't help!"

When he arrived at the kitchen, Fu Yan took a look at the structure of the stove, which led to the outside through the chimney.It's just that the chimney is very narrow and cannot pass people.There is firewood and hay on the side of the kitchen, and there is a door that opens downwards on the ground in the right corner, which should be the ice cellar Fu Bie just mentioned.

After observing enough, he sat down leaning against the wall, his eyes drooping, as if jumping a few steps was really fatal, and said weakly, "I warm the vegetables by myself, I don't need your help."

"..." Fu Bie watched him panting on the ground, constantly rubbing his left leg, swallowed what he wanted to say, opened the ice cellar in silence and climbed down.

Fu Nian sat on the spot without moving.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Huo...

But it seems that this picture of enduring the pain and trying to be brave is indeed very confusing. Thinking of this, Fu Nian quickly moved to the haystack, took a small bunch of hay and hid it in his sleeve.

After a while, Fu Bie climbed up from the ice cellar with two food boxes hanging on his arms.After putting away the food box, Fu Bie brought firewood and ignited the flint.

Seeing the blazing flames under the stove, Fu Biecai stood up and opened the food box, and poured one of the dishes down to heat it up.

The air was filled with the aroma of food, so Fu Nian stood up from the corner, purposely leaned over to the stove, and sniffed dissatisfiedly, "What is this smell?"

"Master said you like to eat..."

Only then did Fu Nian glance down at the dishes in the pot, then raised his hand and tapped Fu Bie's head lightly, "I told me to warm the dishes! This dish is steamed and eaten, even if it is reheated You can't stir fry like this, everyone says you and I will come after a short break, and you are still ruining things!"

"Senior brother, I'm sorry!" Fu Bie was at a loss when he heard this.

"Get water, you can still eat after you save it." Fu Yan ordered pretending to be anxious, and after finishing the order, he muttered again, "It was clear that cooking was a must for beginners..."

"go immediately!"

Seeing Fu Bie frantically looking for a water ladle, Fu Nian pulled out a straw from his sleeve and held it tightly.

It's now.

With quick eyes and ruthless hands, he lifted the edge of the pot with his left hand, and directly used his sleeves and straws stained with lamp oil to plunge into the raging flames.

With the numb pain from the burn, Fu Er screamed loudly, "Help! Help! What's going on?!"

Fu Nian shook his arms vigorously, trying to throw the lit straw towards the haystack.

Fu Bie hurriedly turned around when he heard the sound.

Just in time to bump into the scene where the brother was on fire on his left arm, screaming out loud, "Senior brother!" After shouting, he quickly picked up the nearest container, scooped water from the water tank, and poured it at Fu Shian.

Beforehand, Fu Nian had dipped his sleeves in oil, and splashing such a little water not only failed to extinguish it, but made the fire even more intense.

Fu Nian curled up his hands tightly, trying not to burn his joints, after all he had to hold a knife.

"This way! The water tank is over here, senior brother!" Seeing that splashing water was useless, Fu Bie shouted anxiously.

After a hasty glance to confirm that the haystack had been ignited and the fire was likely to spread, Fu Nian ran to the water tank, wishing he could jump into it.

Before the implementation of this idea, Fu Nian was ready to die. Anyway, he had already tasted death, and it was far less terrible than meeting Fu Zhen.

After getting wet all over his body, the temperature inside the room became even hotter.

With the lamp oil he had deliberately sprinkled just now, the fire spread very quickly, "Hurry up, use the remaining water to wet yourself! Let's hide in the ice cellar!"

Fu Nian's tone was urgent, and as he spoke, he poured water on the young man beside him.

"But to put out the fire! There are two water tanks in the east room—"

"Hide in the ice cellar now and maybe we can survive! Forcibly extinguishing the fire will only make us burn to death here! There are agencies outside, and we can't escape now!" Fu Nian didn't wait for the younger brother to finish speaking, and shouted, "Your age I’m still young, have you never seen a living person being burned to death? That death is much more tragic than being assassinated. If you are burned to ashes, you won’t even have the chance to be reformed in hell, and you will never be reborn. If you want to try, I don’t want to !"

"But the house—"

Fu Nian didn't wait for the other party to finish speaking, directly pressed Fu Bie's head and wet him thoroughly, "Listen to me."

After speaking, he took a deep breath, and facing the flames, he found the entrance of the ice cellar and quickly drilled in.

The ice cellar was deeper than he had imagined. When it reached the end, Fu Nian couldn't help but tremble when he touched the hot ice.

Withdrawing his hand, he realized that his body perception could no longer tell whether it was hot or ice, and even the pain was numb.

Fu Nian stretched out his fingers, and the joints could still move. The clothes from his forearm to his hand had been completely burned. Fortunately, the skin was only severely burned, and there was no festering or necrosis for the time being.

After lighting the lamp in the ice cellar, Fu Nian looked around at the supplies in the ice cellar.

There is food, medicinal materials, but no weapons.

He sighed, and walked to the medicine box beside him, "Bie, lend me the knife, the medicine box is frozen."

"Let me come, brother..."

Fu Nian didn't answer, but just stared at the slightly dumbfounded junior so coldly.

In the end, he watched as Fu Bie obediently handed over the dagger he carried with him.

"Brother, how did you burn your sleeve just now..."

Fu Nian didn't speak, but just put medicine on his burnt left hand with hand and mouth.

After taking the medicine, he silently put the short knife "borrowed" from Fu Bie into his arms.

"Brother? What happened just now? Is your injury okay?" Fu Bie's voice was still trembling.

Fu Nian took a deep breath, and suddenly turned to his junior brother beside him, with a serious tone, "Let's run away when the fire is extinguished."

Fu Bie: "Huh?"

"You think that's bad... Will the master spare us when he comes back? Instead of being discovered by him—"

"Brother. Master will not kill us. Brother Nineteen had a falling out with Master once, and set fire to the old site of Yaoyue Gate. In the end, Master forgave Brother Nineteen and returned to sleeping together. The intimacy is very close...Especially because we had a cooking accident and did not set the fire on purpose. Master is very happy with your brother’s return and will never punish you. The most you can do is to punish or beat me when you come back, because the master will never kill you He is a useful apprentice."

Fu Nian couldn't help frowning upon hearing this.

Can this... be considered a trivial matter?

No wonder the previous Yaoyue gate was as desolate as the slaughtered gate. So the tradition of setting fire to the master is also passed down in one continuous line?

"But isn't your purpose for him to be optimistic about me? Now not only am I going to run away, but you're also burning the house down."

He didn't answer, and climbed up the ice cellar on his own.

The fire outside gradually weakened, and more than half of the organs were burned, and they could not be used normally for a long time.

Fu Nian jumped out of the confines of the room effortlessly. He remembered that the prosthetic leg that Fu Zhen made for him was already a semi-finished product. The joints were not adjusted properly, but they were generally usable.

After finding the legs, before they were installed, Fu Tian heard Fu Bie chasing after him from the ice cellar.

"Brother! Where are you going!"

Fu Nian didn't answer, and continued to install the prosthesis.

After barely installing it, he stood up from the couch and walked out on his own.

Before he reached the door, he saw Fu Bie standing across the threshold, holding the hilt of his sword, blocking his way.

"Brother, Master said that you cannot go out—"

Before Fu Bie had a chance to finish speaking, he pulled out the dagger he "borrowed" just now, and laid it directly on Fu Bie's neck.

"Get out of the way," he ordered.

"no--"

This time, Fu Nian directly pressed the blade down quite a bit.

Scarlet blood drops flowed down the blade, little by little.There wasn't much blood, but it was shocking enough on the silver blade.

Seeing the blood gurgling out, Fu Nian suddenly laughed, his tone raised, very graceful. "A little deeper and it can cut your trachea."

"Brother!"

His voice became hoarse, and his Adam's apple couldn't help rolling because of tension.

Fu Nian still did not withdraw his saber, "Get out of the way."

"No! How can you—"

Fu Nian didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and stabbed the blade backhand, directly piercing into Fu Bie's left shoulder.

He watched Fu Bie resist a few times, but they were all moves he had learned before, and they were vulnerable.

Seeing Fu Bie covering his bleeding shoulder, he was still looking at him in disbelief.

"Brother, how can you..."

Fu Nian ignored him.

When he stepped over the threshold again, he thought that the other party would give in.

Unexpectedly, Fu Bie still raised his injured arm and continued to block his way out of breath, "No, Master, Master has an order to let you go out..." After finishing speaking, Fu Bie pulled out the long hair around his waist. Jian, approaching Fu Nian straight, "Brother, if you insist on leaving, you can fight me openly, and if you win—"

Seeing this foolish loyalty to recognize the Lord, Fu Nian couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

But in a blink of an eye, he stopped smiling, clamped the dagger between his fingers, and stabbed precisely at Fu Bie's hand holding the sword.

This is a throw he has practiced for many years, and it is still not a problem to deal with a little junior.

With a "bang", the sword and dagger in Fu Bie's hand fell to the ground together.

Fu Nian leaned over to pick up the dagger, wiped the blood off the blade with his sleeve, and said flatly, "Rats in the gutter can't teach an upright gentleman."