Those years of bking for green tea apprentices

(Fifty)

"puff--"

Shang Fuliang spat out a mouthful of blood, and the snow-white carpet was instantly stained red with blood.

The little boy who was watching the night beside him woke up suddenly, threw down the whisk he was holding and rushed forward: "Senior Brother Shang! Senior Brother Shang! Are you alright?" The other side hastily opened the covered bowl, poured a glass of water and sent it up, "Drink your mouth water and rinse Take a rinse."

"Cough, cough, cough," Shang Fuliang coughed twice, pushed away the boy's hand, took a sip from the teacup, took a sip of tea, rinsed his mouth and spat it out, and coughed more than a dozen times before gradually recovering. "Pour another glass."

The little boy poured him another cup of tea with the kettle in his hand, stroked his back with one hand and asked in concern, "Senior Brother Shang, are you alright?"

"It's okay..." Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Shang Fuliang pressed the boy's back and stood up, then stretched out his hand to pull the boy up, looked down at the boy's lowered chest, and suddenly grabbed the boy Xiao Tong's chin, raised his head, "I don't quite remember, what's your name?"

"Why did Senior Brother Shang forget?" The little boy blushed a little shyly, "Senior Brother Shang gave me the name. My name is Yan Ming."

Shang Fuliang closed his eyes as if recalling his name: "Yan Ming? Do you have an older brother?"

"That's right." The boy pinched his chin and couldn't answer, so he said vaguely with a mouthful of saliva, "My brother's name is Yan Chu."

Let go of the boy's chin, and shook his hands in disgust, Shang Fuliang ordered with a sinking face: "Call me your brother."

"Senior Brother Shang, today my brother..." The little boy Yan Ming hesitated for a while, then gritted his teeth and mustered up the courage to say, "My brother is not on duty today."

"I don't care if he's worth the night, you just call him in. Why, do you think I'm rebuilt, so I'm not worthy to use you two?"

As if frightened to the extreme, Yan Ming knelt down with a "plop", kowtowed on the ground, "Calm your anger, calm your anger, I'll call you here, I'll call you here."

Before he could finish speaking, Yan Ming crawled to the side on his knees, picked up the whisk and limped out, the tail of the whisk flicked back and forth by his side.

Shang Fuliang looked at his back in the distance, and when he looked back, he just happened to glance at the pool of blood in front of him, remembering that he was bitten off by a leopard made of evil spirit in the Lingyun Palace, and he couldn't beat him. .Throwing away the tea cup in his hand with a wave, he let the tea splash on the floor, he kicked away the chair next to his feet and stomped hard, his teeth itching with hatred: "Fang—Yan—Chu—"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a boy who was about the same stature as Yan Ming, only slightly taller, rushing over from outside.When I came here, I hadn't dressed yet, so I pulled the belt on my side to tie the clothes while pushing open the door.As soon as the visitor entered the room, he fell to the ground with a "plop", and crawled up to Shang Fuliang on his knees: "Senior Brother Shang, do you need me? You can just tell me, Yan Ming is still young, if I offend you, don't take it to heart superior."

Seeing someone coming in, Shang Fuliang turned around and pulled up the top chair that fell on the ground, patted the dirt and sat on it, beckoning to him: "Yan Chu, come here."

Yan Chu crawled forward again, carefully leaned his body forward, and slowly rested his head on Shang Fuliang's lap: "Senior Brother Shang."

"Yan Chu," Shang Fuliang stroked Yan Chu's hair, as if stroking a piece of high-quality satin, "your hair has grown by two points."

Yan Chu stiffened his neck, and didn't dare to use any force, for fear of making Shang Fuliang angry by relying too much on it: "I don't dare to forget a word that Senior Brother Shang ordered. You said that you won't let me cut my hair, so I will do it again." No haircut either."

"You are obedient, but it's a pity—" Shang Fuliang suddenly reached out and grabbed the back of Yan Chu's neck, lifting his chin.

Yan Chu flinched like a cat, his voice trembled but he still boldly asked, "What pity does Senior Brother Shang think?"

"It's a pity that you are too timid to look like him at all."

It wasn't the first time I heard this sentence, Yan Chu listened with lowered eyebrows, looked at Shang Fuliang in front of him and said: "Senior Brother Shang met Long Youjun?"

"I see," casually throwing Yan Chu away, Shang Fuliang withdrew his hand, picked up a handkerchief and slowly wiped his hands, glanced at the handkerchief in distaste, "I just couldn't kill him."

"Brother Shang doesn't want to kill him, does he?"

"What did you say?"

"Hehe," Yan Chu was pushed somersault by him, stood up with great difficulty, walked to Shang Fuliang's side neither humble nor overbearing, still picked up the teacup that Shang Fuliang used before from the side, and poured a cup of Tieguanyin for him, "If senior brother Shang can make up his mind to kill him, why would he keep brother Yan Ming and me by his side? Don't senior brother Shang feel tired of looking at his enemy's face all day long?"

"The face of the enemy..." Shang Fuliang carefully played with the teacup in his hand, glanced at Yan Chu's face from the corner of his eye.Yan Chu's face was [-]% similar to Fang Yanchu's, and the remaining [-] points were all about his temperament. Fang Yanchu had been held up by everyone since he was born, so he naturally had a condescending temperament on his body.But Yan Chu is different, probably used to living under the fence, there is always a kind of shrinking stinginess in his body.Shang Fuliang smiled: "You think highly of you and Yan Ming too, how can you compare yourself to other saints?"

Yan Chu said: "Of course we don't compare ourselves to Lord Longyou. Yan Ming and I have never thought of this before. Brother Shang also told us before his death that we should not compare ourselves to Lord Longyou. Lord Longyou is as good as Lord Longyou. Responsibility, we have our own luck. How come Senior Brother Shang will change after he dies and rebuilds?"

Raising his eyes vigilantly, Shang Fuliang asked, "You say I'm different from before?"

"Yan Ming and I were brought here by Senior Brother Shang. No matter what purpose Senior Brother Shang had back then, it is our good fortune that Penglai Xianshan is willing to accept us as ordinary people. Although Senior Brother Shang gave us medicine to prevent us from growing up, we also Thank you, Senior Brother Shang." Yan Chu's eye circles were already red, and a tear rolled in his eyes, "Senior Brother Shang has always been polite to us, and never made me and my brother suffer a little bit of grievance. Let us hide first."

After listening to his words, Shang Fuliang pushed the cup of tea and smiled ironically: "You must be wrong, right? Why did I seek you back then, do you not know? Because you look exactly like Fang Yanchu, Even if there is another Fang Yanchu in the world, there is no such similarity as you, so I named you Yanchu. I don't let you suffer wronged not because I pity you, but because of him. Do you know? It's because of him."

"In our impression, Senior Brother Shang is an honest gentleman, aboveboard. He has never delayed anything in Penglai because of his admiration for Lord Longyou, and he died with a smile on his face when he fell under the sword of Lord Longyou."

"I adore him?" Shang Fuliang raised his eyebrows, "Yes, I do adore him, but after I re-cultivated and drank Mengpo soup, my previous life was hopeless, and now I only hate him and have no admiration at all.— -get out!"

Throwing Yan Chu out, Shang Fuliang lifted the teacup by himself and turned back to the table behind him.On the desk case are the four treasures of the study according to the old practice, together with an anise incense burner for burning incense.The incense in the censer had been burnt out, only a small pool of ashes, Shang Fuliang scooped out a little agarwood with a small golden spoon, and ignited the agarwood with one breath.

After lighting it, Shang Fuliang tapped the table three times with his fingers, and then turned the incense burner ninety degrees.There were only two crisp sounds of "click click", the bookshelf behind him suddenly cracked, and a gust of wind came out like a dragon sucking water, and the Shang Fuliang was sucked into the wall.

After the wind passed, there was no one in the house, the bookshelves were intact, and even the lit aloes were gradually extinguished.

"Da da da……"

In the dark stairs, the sound of footsteps was particularly obvious.Shang Fuliang was familiar with the way, walked further and further down, and entered a room without even turning around to turn on the light.The room was illuminated by only one fist-sized night pearl, and the night pearl was lined with silk. Under the faint light, the spells written on yellow paper and cinnabar on the wall filled the whole room one by one, making the room look like Like a haunted house.

A hoarse voice came from the shadow of the light: "Did you kill him?"

"It's not that easy to kill." Shang Fuliang replied, "Why are you in a hurry?"

The voice said again: "I'm afraid you are reluctant to do it?"

"I'm not willing to do it, it's better if you do it yourself." Shang Fuliang sneered, "Didn't you practice the Soul of Sealing Tears? Didn't you catch him easily in the end?"

"I was careless." A hoarse voice revealed his real body from the darkness. He was covered in black, even his head was covered with a black hat. Only his hands were like dead branches, and the outside of his bones were wrinkled. Stretched skin.Three of the five fingers are incomplete, and only two fingers stick out, which are more like dead branches than dead branches. "I didn't expect him to have such strength now."

"There are many things that you didn't expect. Now that he has called back the stag next to him and accepted another apprentice of unknown origin, I'm afraid things will change."

The dead tree branch replied in a hoarse voice: "Lu Jingqiao is easy to deal with. He cultivates the way of vitality, and he likes Fang Yanchu, so he can use two methods to get the underworld to take action." ——What kind of apprentice, Have you found out who it is?"

"I don't know." Shang Fuliang shook his head, "I just know that he just came this year, so he rushed to Fang Yanchu. When he came, he worshiped the master, but Fang Yanchu accepted him. He never accepted apprentices. I don't know if he likes this What happened to wild boy?"

"Accept apprentices, but be cautious."

"That's right, if you accept an apprentice like you like Lord Cantian, betray the sect and slaughter the master with your own hands after learning the skills; The gain outweighs the loss."

Facing Shang Fuliang's ridicule, the dead branches were unmoved, but a satisfied smile leaked from under the cloak: "Hehe, who made them so stupid?"