Young man, rich and easy to talk

Whoosh!Whizzing!

A few tiny arrows brushed around the newly erected wooden stakes in the courtyard and hit the stone wall behind them, but due to insufficient firing force, the arrows were bent and fell to the ground crackling.If you look closely, you can see that there are many broken arrows and broken arrows under the edge of the wall.

"Hey! It's off again, why is this so difficult to practice..." The young man held up an arm-length machine crossbow, muttered something, and then bent down to pick up the arrows on the ground and fill them into the arrow slots.

Tang Wuming sat on the side and looked at him, "You are only using this weapon, and it is common for you to miss the aim. If you practice hard for a period of time, you will definitely improve a lot in the future."

Ning shot sideways again. He ran over to look around the stake, and found that he had been shooting for a long time from morning to afternoon, but he hadn't hit a single shot!Suddenly depressed, he returned to Tang Wuming holding the crossbow, thinking that it was impossible for him to hit it.

Tang Wuming took the light wooden crossbow from Ning's hand, and it was a little light in his hand. He lifted the body of the crossbow with one hand and narrowed his eyes slightly. only sparrow.Seeing his movements, Ning also stared with bated breath, and in a moment he heard the spring core spring in the crossbow, and a small arrow suddenly burst out.

The sparrow squeaked and fell down from the top of the wall.

Ning just wanted to clap his hands in admiration, when he heard an exclamation of "Ah!" from outside the wall, guessing that he was hit on the head by the falling sparrow.

"Who?!" The guard outside the door heard the movement, and rushed over the two of them first.

Tang Wuming heard the shrill voice of exclamation somewhat familiar, but before he could think about it, he saw the two guards, each holding a little girl in with one arm, holding a small basket in one hand and a bag in the other. The long strip wrapped in homespun kicked its feet restlessly, shouting, "Put me down, let me down!"

Sure enough, it was Amon.

"Let her down, she belongs to the master of Guiyin Hall, you can't afford to mess with her." Tang Wuming put down his light crossbow and said.

The two guards looked at each other, and then looked at the haughty face of the little girl who was carrying it. After thinking about it, it seemed that they had seen her with the master of Guiyin Hall in the grand ceremony of the gate, so they hurriedly threw her down. , After saying a few words of disrespect, he withdrew to his original position.

A Mang stuck out his tongue at them, jumped on Tang Wuming's body again.Tang Wuming didn't care about her familiar temperament, so he raised her hand and made her sit upright on his lap.

"I'm here to deliver snacks to brother Wuming!" Aman held up the small basket in his hand and stuffed it into Tang Wuming's arms with a smile.

Tang Wuming protected her from sitting down and fell off, and he didn't have any extra hands to lift her up.Amang introduced everything knowingly: "This is the grape sponge cake I told you last time, this is the taro cake, and this is the qiqiao snack..." Small and slender fingers pointed over one by one, pointing The last one frowned, "This is just an ordinary sweet-scented osmanthus cake, there's no need to make it to make up the numbers."

"Taste, taste!" As he said, he picked up one and was about to stuff it into his mouth.

Tang Wuming was caught off guard, unable to speak, but his eyes were fixed on the most common sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

Amang also caught his sight, pouted and put down the most proud grape sponge cake he had picked up, replaced it with osmanthus cake and filled it for Tang Wuming, "Hmph, I don't know good stuff, but I actually like this! "

Tang Wuming took a bite with a smile, the soft and glutinous glutinous rice melted into his mouth, the sweetness of osmanthus lingered on the tip of his tongue, he rolled a few mouthfuls and said to Aman: "I have eaten osmanthus cake before, it is better than this It's delicious, the fluffy one is sweet but not greasy."

"I don't believe it, it's impossible to have something more delicious than what I made!" Amon said in disbelief.

"Really," Tang Wuming picked up one and smiled while biting, "Next time I have a chance, I'll take you to try it. His family not only tastes delicious osmanthus cake, but also makes white jade dumplings."

Amon was curious: "What are white jade dumplings?"

Tang Wuming thought about it carefully, the original name seemed very difficult to remember, until he had all the sweet-scented osmanthus cakes in his hand, he managed to remember it, "It's called... Thousand Years of Longevity."

He remembered that night when Qiongzhou was full of fireworks, the man sat him in front of him, with his slender fingers holding a porcelain spoon rimmed with blue thread, he scooped up a smooth dumpling at the bottom of the bowl and handed it to him with a smile. Between the lips... "Wu Ming, try it, it's called eternal life."

"...How can you get it on your mouth after eating? Don't move, I'll clean it up for you."

"...What do you want to play? I'll accompany you."

Amang didn't know that his thoughts had gone away, and he was still laughing: "Haha! What a millennium lasts, it sounds terrible! Why don't you call it a millennium tortoise!"

"Eternal existence..." Tang Wuming murmured suddenly.

"what?"

"That's called eternal life."

Amang saw that his expression was very indifferent, and his eyebrows were lowered as if he was very sad, so he gradually put away his ridicule, lowered his head and said: "Don't be angry, I don't laugh at that thousand-year-old bird... Bah, Qianqiu lives forever! If you like to eat it, tell me which store it is from, and I will make it for you when I come back from the mountain to learn!"

Hearing what she said, Tang Wuming smiled wryly and sighed, "That's not a store, and besides, you can't go that far, but it's in the south of the Yangtze River."

Jiangnan, it's indeed a bit far away, even if she can go, she can't leave the hall master who can't speak!Amang was also worried for a while, and in a blink of an eye, seeing Tang Wuming looking down at the sweet-scented osmanthus cake as if he was looking at something, he suddenly realized it.

She put one hand on Tang Wuming's shoulder and patted him softly, and sighed at him with an old-fashioned look who knew everything: "I know Brother Wuming, Xi Shi is in the eye of a beholder, I'm sure I can't learn from your little girl." Qing'er's craftsmanship! But don't worry, you can go wherever you want when you become a right envoy!"

She said it lightly, as plainly as saying that you can go to the street after you put on clothes, as if it wasn't her who told him to kill Fang a while ago.

Speaking of this, Tang Wuming was a little bit stuck, pushed Aman off him, handed the snack basket in his arms to Ning, bowed his head and said: "I have eaten the snacks, you should go back."

Amang was awkward for a while and refused to leave, suddenly remembered that there was an object in his hand, and hurriedly opened the package and stuffed it to him, "This is a black iron sword, a promotion gift from our hall master." Hearing this, outside the door The guard poked his head in and took a look.

Tang Wuming held the icy cold long sword in his hand, and awkwardly rejected her: "Don't be kidding, I don't know how to use a sword."

"Oh, you just take it, otherwise how can I go back and deal with the hall master!"

Tang Wuming didn't know what to do with the sword, the naughty little girl had already waved her hand and ran away from the courtyard, ran up to the two guards who had framed her and accused them aggressively: "You two, next time you have to fight again! If you dare to be disrespectful to me, I will tell our hall master to go! Hmph!"

The two guards were stunned.

Tang Wuming turned around and entered the room, removed the earthen cloth wrapped around the sword body, and a dull long sword lay before his eyes.The streamlined and low-key waving pattern, the black cloth-wrapped hilt, when the blade is drawn out is a hoarse silence, not the ordinary sound of a long sword coming out of its sheath.The whole sword revealed a kind of obsoleteness that had been placed for a long time, even the sword was mottled with a few spots of rust, and the blade was not very sharp, not to mention, there were two or three potholes in several places.

Not to mention why, the blade could not be fully sheathed, leaving a small section exposed.

There is only one place that has been well maintained and looks brand new—the tassel hanging from the sword hilt, made of white silk thread, and a small and exquisite moon-shaped jade pendant.

If you don't look carefully, you can't see it. There is also a small character engraved on the jade: leisure.

How strange!Tang Wuming sat at the table and looked at this strange sword carefully. The Hall Master Guiyin wanted me to use this crippled sword to assassinate Fang Youli, right?It would be better to go directly to die!

"Your envoy, Guiyintang is here to curry favor with you for sending such a dilapidated sword." Ning came in with the tea and snacks he had served, and he put the snacks sent by Amang on the table. Xin, he poured warm tea and handed it to Tang Wuming. He sized up the long sword on the table, "This sword is so broken that it can't be closed. Could it be that something fell into the scabbard?" Come to get the scabbard, "Give it to me, I'll show you."

Waking up with a word, Tang Wuming protected the long sword, stabbed the sword back, took a sip of tea and said: "No need! Although this sword is useless, it is still pretty good, anyway. I don’t know how to use a sword either, so it’s fine to hang around.”

Ning didn't have any doubts. After tidying up the tea tray, he quit and went to practice crossbow by himself.

Hearing that the courtyard started to shoot arrows again, Tang Wuming raised his voice and shouted to the door: "I'm sleepy, take a nap, don't come in to serve me!"

"Hey!" The young man answered without hesitation.

Tang Wuming pulled out a slender wire from the bottom of the bed, then hid the sword in the bed, and pretended to put down the bed curtain.He squinted and stared at the scabbard for a long time, but it was so dark inside that he couldn't see anything, so he didn't care, took out the wire and hooked it in for a while.

It felt like there was indeed something under the wire, but it was stuffed too far to the bottom, and it took me a while to pick it out—it was a few crumpled white silks handwritten by hand.

"The dantian returns to the qi, supervises the floating and sinks; the big and small Zhoutian, warms and nourishes a stick..."

Swish... Tang Wuming quickly rolled up the silk.Even if he doesn't know how to use swordsmanship, he will naturally understand what the thing on the silk is—couldn't this be some kind of cheat book?The master of Guiyin hall is so generous, he will give cheat books as gifts when meeting!

Tang Wuming swallowed his saliva, and turned to the last one. At the end, there was a small name embroidered with white thread, called "Tang Xian".

He lay on the bed and looked at these pieces of silk over and over again, but he always felt that there was something wrong with them.If it is said that the master of Guiyin Hall wants to ask him to kill Fang Youli, so he gave him a cheat book, that is also reasonable, but these few books do not say that some sentences are strange, making the whole text difficult to understand. Moreover, the intervals between a few sheets are inconsistent, and there seems to be some leaks.

Did Guiyintang give him an incomplete cheat book because they wanted to test him?This is not right either.If Guiyintang didn't believe him, he wouldn't have ordered him to kill Fang Youli in the first place. If Tang Wuming really wanted to inform Fang Youli, he would have told Fang Youli long ago, how could Guiyintang be allowed to be happy for so long.

If it wasn't a temptation, why did it happen?

Cough, even if this cheat book is so difficult and so profound, with Tang Wuming's aptitude that he can't use the sword, it is impossible to practice this sword technique in a short period of time!

Tang Wuming rubbed a few balls of silk and rolled on the bed thinking, but he just didn't have any clue.Ghost Hall approached him inexplicably, and only asked Amon to deliver the news. It was clear that the hall master did not want to wade in by himself, but Amon was his confidant, and if something happened, the hall master would be the first to escape suspicion. .

What on earth is Guiyintang planning? Could it be that he wants to seek power and usurp the throne, but judging from the way the Guiyintang master has lived in seclusion in the past few years, he doesn't seem like a person who has any big plans for power.Sometimes he disappeared for a long time, and some people even wondered if the hall master died somewhere.

And this Tang Xian.Both the sword book and the sword should belong to a person named Tang Xian, and this Tang Xian, Tang Wuming has never heard of it, but for some reason, he always feels vaguely kind.Is it because his surname is also Tang?That's unreasonable, Tang Liu is also surnamed Tang, but he feels uncomfortable when he sees that person!

Alas, one thing after another.His courtyard is so tightly guarded that he couldn't even investigate what happened in the Valley of the Evil Spirits four years ago, not to mention that so many other things have happened out of thin air in recent days. So what is the reason for the right to approach Fang?

Tang Wuming thought for a while, and quietly hid the sword manual in the gap between the open threads on the edge of the pillow. After touching it and feeling nothing strange, he lay down with peace of mind, closed his eyes and rested.

There are too many chores, it's too brain-burning for him, a young man who is waiting to die in the outer door, so he might as well get a good sleep first.

The curtain of the bed was dim, and after falling down for a while, he actually fell asleep. The regular sound of shooting arrows outside the window gradually faded away in his ears. He was lying on the bed, but it seemed that the things in front of him had been drifting to the south.Over the mountains and ridges, across the ditch and across the lake, until the small island surrounded by mist.

The island is colder than the outside, and the ginkgo is golden.

He sank down in front of the small pavilion near the lake where he was used to, staring at the closed door for a while, it was clearly a dream, and he was supposed to go to the great restaurant and shop at the bottom of the mountain to have fun, but why did he come again here.Remembering that he had slashed that person with a sword, I don't know how it's been so many days, how he's recovering, whether there will be scars left, a flawless person like him can't bear an ugly scar on his body.

But there is also Dr. Wen in the village who has unparalleled medical skills, so it shouldn't be so.

Since this is a dream, it must be dreaming of the person he wants to see, Yuan Le should also be in this dream.

Tang Wuming withdrew his hand that was about to push open the door of the pavilion, and flew towards the Mo Pavilion as soon as his feet floated.

The feet were only two feet away from the ground, and suddenly they couldn't fly anymore.Tang Wuming looked down slowly, a pale and cold hand tightly held his ankle, he didn't move, the hand gradually pulled him down, from feet to legs, and finally both hands held tightly his waist.

Tang Wuming quietly looked at the very familiar face in front of him, and said, "I don't want to see you, why do you still appear in the dream?"

The other party smiled bleakly, "It must be because you miss me that you dream of me, right?"

The man's eyes reflected the golden brilliance, but Tang Wuming couldn't say anything cruel for a while. He followed Qin Xichao's face, stretched out his hand and pulled the man's skirt, and stretched his head to look at it. The bare chest inside, "Is the injury okay?"

Qin Xi nodded: "Okay, there is no scar left."

How do you know I'm wondering if I have a scar, oh, this is my dream, he can naturally know.

Tang Wuming also nodded, "That's good, let me go, I'm leaving."

"where are you going?"

"I'll go..." After a pause, he actually didn't know where to go, it was just a dream, and he didn't even have a place where he wanted to go, and there was no one he wanted to meet. Tang Wuming looked at the lake behind the pavilion from a distance, "I It doesn't matter where you go."

"Don't go." Qin Xichao hugged him, "I miss you, don't go."

"..."

Tang Wuming suddenly couldn't speak, and even looked at Qin Xichao with a more frozen gaze.Qin Xichao's eyes were still so deep, so deep that he thought that sooner or later he would be trapped by such eyes and never come out again. He saw those watery eyes suddenly jump twice, and the stagnant hand on his waist began to Moved slowly.

From the waist to the back, he needs to stay on the spine for a while, and he can't help trembling when he touches the back of the waist. When the Adam's apple is caught and lightly bitten, he will whimper softly. The skin between the shoulders and neck is very tender. It doesn't take much rubbing to make it soft and red - Qin Xichao knows this clearly.

Tang Wuming didn't know why he couldn't move even a single step, instead he was hugged by him and fell to the ground.

The autumn was swift and fierce, and when the clothes were opened wide, he shivered suddenly, but Qin Xi covered her warm body, but she was hot and scalding, as if she would never be cold again.

Qin Xichao fiddled with his hair, and kissed one after another between his brows. He held the tiny piece of flesh in his mouth and made bright red marks, from his neck all the way down, and his hands wandering around his body didn't stop.His technique seems to be better than before, but it's so terrible, just these few teasings can make the little Wu who is under him turn upside down.

Tang Wuming panted carefully, he almost suspected that he might have to confess to him before he got down to business.

This will not work.

Tang Wuming grabbed the hand that was only going to sneak down, and pulled him back a little.

"Qin Xichao, don't...don't be like this..."

The other party avoided his restraint, bent down and gently pecked at his ear.

"Wait... Ah, Ah Chao..."

"Relax, I will make you comfortable, Ming."

Tang Wuming's eyes widened immediately, he turned his head and neck to avoid his soliciting kiss, his chest heaved several times and asked under his throat, "What did you call me?!"