Water lanterns and dreams in 1 nights

To no longer able to support the weight of standing.Its weight and itself make a tiny snapping sound day and night—that's what happens in the first place when a tree falls.

Brewing is just the beginning of enlightenment.If it was really just to get rid of his alcohol addiction, what he went down the mountain to buy that day was not the materials for making wine, but came back with a full stomach.I take it as a signal, a hint of provocation.

Now the ants have come to build their nests.I look forward to seeing more.

"What are you plotting?"

Yanwu asked such a question on the third day after we secretly drank.He came back from dealing with business the day before and continued to teach me how to practice.I haven't disclosed the news for the time being. Naturally, Xiuwen will not take the initiative to tell him what we are doing. He wants to keep such a small achievement.

"there is nothing."

Hearing my answer, Yan Wu's eyes were a little strange, but he couldn't see anything wrong when he looked closely.He took my arm from behind and corrected my posture mistakes one by one.

"He was very active."

I turned my head to look, and Xiuwen was practicing sword obediently on the sidelines. He didn't pout his lips in pain like usual. The alcohol gently soothed his mood. Now he looks relaxed and at ease, with the armbands swinging freely, Sword light flows like autumn water.

"It's not a bad thing for him to be happy."

"That's right." Wuwu said perfunctorily, as if he was in a bad mood.

"As soon as one is happy, the other will take a turn for the worse. You two are like an hourglass."

"Perhaps twins are like this." Yan Wu responded casually, "One will grow and the other will grow. We are always in an implicit competition."

I was surprised by his words. "Since when have you been so honest?"

The military-weary and gentle reply: "Because I want to win you."

"You're taking me for a lottery."

"Don't put it harshly...you are a very important friend I want to win."

The important reason is that he doesn't want me to be closer to Xiuwen than to him.

"Why are you always so incompatible?"

"No way. It's an instinct brought down from the mother's womb. I heard that some babies were born with two heads or three hands, but they all failed. Those who really succeeded absorbed the nutrients of their brothers and sisters in the womb, leaving only one six It’s just a toe, or a mole. Now that he’s born, I can only keep him alive.”

"Then you weren't the one who pushed him into the river?"

Wuwu smiled and remained silent, as if forgiving, without answering.

From time to time, Xiuwen sent a look, feeling melancholy at the closeness between us.Strange to say, they have the same face, but Yanwu looks handsome, while Xiuwen is a lazy and lively young man, and his anger is not scary.

"When your parents were still alive, they must have loved Xiuwen very much. His temper..."

"Slick-tongued, clever and good-looking, he can't be better at it. Isn't this kind of innocence and cuteness what the elders want?" There seemed to be thorns in his praise, and it was blurred whether it was praise or derogation.

I originally wanted to hide it from him according to Xiuwen's intentions, but at this moment, I suddenly felt that it would be more interesting to temporarily change the formation, so I changed my mind immediately and quietly leaked the secret: "We brewed a few jars of wine."

Yanwu seemed to have understood what tricks we were playing, but he graciously stopped mentioning it and asked, "I have already taken three pills, how do you feel?"

"Very good. It's getting better and better. I doubt that there will be such a miraculous pill. Doesn't it cost you?"

"Pillions also have limitations. One of them is hard to come by. The first time you need ten years to increase your internal energy for one year, the second time you need 20 years, and so on. After that, it will be rare. At most, you can only eat seven or eight pills. That's all."

"What's the name of the medicine?"

Yan Wu lowered his eyelids and jokingly said, "People's hearts."

Occasionally, like Xiuwen, he made inappropriate jokes that were not funny at all.

"Thank you for your expense. In fact, don't bother, I didn't expect to practice well."

"It doesn't matter." Yan Wu said, "Inheriting that property, I'm considered to have little assets."

Since he said it was fine, there was no reason to worry about it any more.

"You are too considerate to me."

"I have to be nice to you." Yanwu replied with a smile, "Every time you talk small things with Xiuwen, I will be jealous. I don't want to be a lonely ghost with longing eyes."

Xiuwen was sweating profusely, went into the room and took a gulp of water, and walked up to me with the cup, "Are you thirsty?"

"A little."

He held the cup close to my lips, as if he was drinking from a small bird. I took half of the teacup and stuffed it back to him. He drank the other half, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and patted me on the head solemnly. , "Well, practice hard."

I lazily pulled out the sword hanging from his waist and threw it across his neck. He jumped back and shouted, "Brother! Our friendship is deep, why use weapons!"

With a twist of my wrist, I handed back the hilt to him, "Let's go after the rest."

But he didn't leave immediately, he cast a glance at Wuwu, and begged, "Brother, come and see if I've made any progress."

"How long have you been practicing?"

"Please take a look." Xiuwen insisted, "Maybe it's unexpected to you."

Wu Yan stared at him inscrutably, as if he had a new head popping out of nowhere, and that new head was talking.They stalemate for a while, Wuwu finally rewarded me, I was tired from practice, so I followed suit.

76. Twins 14

Even though I am not a martial arts practitioner, I can see that Xiuwen has practiced well.

What he wields is a sword, compared to the thickness of the knife, it is better than the lightness, he is indeed light and light, like a light white dove, the sword flickers in his hand, but he can Inspired the whistling sound of piercing the sky.

Yan Wu and I watched from the side, and couldn't help asking softly: "Is this a new sword move he learned? How did he practice it so well?"

"He didn't practice martial arts every day or two. He laid down his foundation when he was a child, and learned by analogy. He was always faster than others."

"Compared to you?"

There was a sneer beside the martial-weary quarrel. "If he is not as good as him, you will not see me alive now."

I don't think Xiuwen is as stupid as he said.

Yan Wu doesn't want to praise any of Xiuwen's advantages. I don't know whether it is because he thinks that Xiuwen really has no benefits at all; or even if he knows it well, he doesn't admit it at all.He hit Xiuwen's self-esteem in every way.This approach is very effective. No matter how cheerful and lively Xiuwen looks on the surface, he already regards himself as a penniless person in his heart, subconsciously ignoring his own advantages, and demanding himself according to the picky standard of martial arts.

While talking, Xiuwen's sword swiped down and then turned back, and it was directly in front of me.I was startled, and looked intently, only to see a flower crooked on the tip of his sword.Facing the weariness of martial arts, Xiuwen said with a bit of flaunting: "Not bad, right?"

I picked the flower, only to notice a dodder sunflower growing under a nearby tree.The only one it bloomed was sent before my eyes.

Xiu Wendang's silence of distaste for martial arts is the default, saying that his body can't bear it, and he asks to further reduce the amount of practice.

"If you want to die, try it."

The hint of "death" appears several times.The martial arts warning is now hanging brightly above his head, Xiuwen seems to be unaware, he frowns, and asks if he can take a break every other day and practice for an hour less.

Yanwu didn't say no, but Xiuwen thought it was a promise.

What happened today is undoubtedly a provocation to Wu Yan, it is Xiuwen who is testing his authority, he is clearly angry, but in the end he backs down, I think his backing down is punishment instead.Xiuwen neglected to practice, if he couldn't deal with the danger that came in the future, it would be his own fault.

It's hard to say whether Yanwu attaches great importance to Xiuwen, sometimes he can put him in a dangerous situation, and sometimes he will take care of it, the mutual conversion of love and hatred not only happens between the two of them, but also happens in each of them. , like the flickering candle flame of a scented candle, sometimes soaring, sometimes so thin that it is almost extinguished, and I smell the aroma of oil when the candle is burning, and the dark fragrance grows stronger when the candle is flickering, almost refreshing.

Xiuwen pointed at me with his finger and made an inch of it: "Brother, how about I teach him martial arts from now on?"

"If you have something to teach." Yan Wu said lightly, without showing anger, but I knew he was indeed angry.I don't mind adding a little fire to the top.

"I see, you can teach me how to use a sword, if you like," I said.

"Can you?" We looked at Yan Wu together, and he nodded slightly without making a sound, which meant agreement.Even though we were not willing, we practiced pretending not to know, he stood by for a while, and finally went back to the house.

Once his figure disappeared into the room, Xiuwen immediately took a long breath, making a mischievous expression, "Finally, he is no longer in the way here. He is always uncomfortable by my side."

I said, "He's actually been kind to us."

I said it casually, Xiuwen listened to it casually, and said "yes, yes" indifferently, neither of them took it to heart.

"When can we have another drink?" he asked.

"Anytime. The wine is getting more and more mellow. If you want to have a better flavor, it doesn't matter if you put it in summer."

Xiuwen thought for a while and made up his mind, "Just wait until summer." He said, "Save the good things for later."

"Wait until summer," he imagined, opened a jar of wine, soaked it in the water to get cold, went to pick some mulberries, sipped the wine with each mulberry fruit, and looked up at the cool starlight.

"Back then you were lying on the ground, dirty like a mud monkey. I didn't expect you to have such an elegant mood now."

He chuckled, "This moment is that moment."

"Did you really want to die?"

"Of course it's not a lie. Survivors are guilty of the dead, and they always feel guilty when they are alive; but if they really say that they are going to die, it is difficult to attack themselves, so they are more self-conscious because of this cowardice.