[Comprehensive Martial Arts] The system forced me to secondary school

In the autumn of September, the weather was not beautiful, and the clouds gathered suddenly. After a while, there were two thunderclaps, and then it rained heavily.

Lin Mo carried Lu Xiaofeng back to Wudang, and placed him in the Tingzhu Courtyard where distinguished guests were received. The bed was soft, and Lu Xiaofeng was lying on it, brows furrowed, sweating coldly.Lin Mo looked out the window, and saw that the rain was pouring smoke. It would be more appropriate to say it was pouring rather than pouring rain.

The Taoist priests were taken by the evil power of the big devil, and they dared not say anything, and they had already rushed to ask for a doctor.

There were other people in the room, of course.

Tie Jian, an eminent monk in Shaolin, Ten Pockets of Wang, the elder of the Beggar Gang, Flying on the Yangtze River, Eagle-eyed Lao Qi of Twelve Links... and Hua Man Lou.

Hua Manlou untied Lu Xiaofeng's pinched acupoints, and slowly wiped off the blood on his face with a wet towel, his eyes were full of worry.

"He's not a murderer, by no means."

Of course not, smart people can already see that if Lin Mo hadn't gone in time, he would have been silenced.

Hua Manlou said: "From the very beginning, he was chased and killed by Ximen Chuuxue was a plan he and the head Shi Yan made, in order to find out the truth about Ghost Villa."

Of course, this was for the Wudang disciples in the room.The thunderstorm bursts, unable to annihilate the power in his words.

Lin Mo asked him what happened at that time.

Hua Manlou said: "At that time, he came back from the outside and gathered us here, saying that he had already guessed who the old knife handle was. He only needed to open the purple gold crown on Shi Yan's head and take out the secret hidden inside to verify this guess. However, Shi Yan said that the secret was not in the purple gold crown, but in the hilt of the seven-star sword, and the sword that symbolized the master's status was not with him. People never come back, and when they searched for the past, Shi Yan's sect master had already passed away, and his heart was hurt, which is the unique trace of Lingxi Yizhi."

Lin Mo said: "It's clear that someone set the blame on. Lu Xiaofeng isn't crazy, why did he kill your head? Even if he wanted to kill, why use his famous stunt to kill?"

A Wudang disciple said: "But it's a fact that the master died beside him, and the fingerprints on the master's chest are also true. Who else in the world can have a consonant finger except Lu Xiaofeng?"

There are quite a few people who practice fingering skills in the world, but the injury left by Lingxi's finger is the most special, and it is easy to recognize.

Hua Manlou immediately said, "I will."

Lin Mo followed, "I will too."

Both of them were taught by Lu Xiaofeng hand in hand, they looked at each other, and there was only one meaning in their expression, one point of consonance can be imitated, just like Wudang's unique skill Lai Yun Zong, didn't Lu Xiaofeng learn it just by looking at it?Why can't you imitate his intuition?Do you have no confidence in yourself?

Hua Manlou continued: "This person must be from Wudang, at least he has lived in Wudang for many years, so as long as you open the Seven Star Sword and compare the hatchback, the real culprit will naturally surface."

What followed was a series of debates about whether to open the Seven-Star Sword, who would open the Seven-Star Sword, and who was qualified to hold the Seven-Star Sword. Lin Mo was not interested and just stared out the window.

Did Yu Luocha save Ximen Chuuxue and the others?Why hasn't the person who went to ask for a doctor come back?

At this moment, the door suddenly rang, and a wet Taoist came in, shaking his body and saying, "A corpse... there is a corpse at the foot of the mountain, he..."

"Is he right?" Lin Mo stood up and said, "I killed this man pretending to be a Taoist Mu Taoist. You should find out if he is from Wudang, and Houshan... also find someone to collect the body Go." She stared at the Taoist priest who came in to report the news, "Come with me."

Facing the curious eyes of the whole room, the two went out one after the other.

The barrier is on top of the head, deep in the dense bamboo, Lin Mo said: "What about people? Why don't you bring them here?"

The Taoist put away his timid look, and asked back: "Are you sure you want to bring it here? It's not impossible, anyway, it's not my face that makes people see it. What about the antidote?"

The Taoist priest was naturally pretended by Yu Luocha. He didn't ask Lin Mo how he knew it belonged to him, nor was he in the mood to ask. He settled the two seriously injured people and came back almost half an hour later. I don't know if it was psychological As a result, he felt his dantian began to burn, and his bones ached.

Yu Luocha whispered: "If I die, I promise you will never see them again!"

Lin Mo rolled his eyes, and casually gave him two Kidney Treasure Tablets. Once the medicine was swallowed, his dantian was no longer uncomfortable, and his bones were no longer painful. Then Yu Luocha smiled and said, "Come with me."

In the village at the foot of the back mountain, there is a hidden thatched hut filled with thatched grass. Ximen Chuuxue and Ye Gucheng nest in the grass nest, staring at the leaking thatched grass above their heads in a daze.

It was raining heavily outside, and it was raining heavily inside. The bedside room was leaking and there was nothing to do. The feet of the rain were like hemp, and the body was injured, but it was even worse than Du Fu and his old man.

If it weren't for Lin Mo's barrier to block it in time, the thatched roof might be swept away by the howling wind, and two first-class swordsmen probably couldn't compose a poem like the song that the thatched house was broken by the autumn wind, they could only lie down and sigh.

As soon as Lin Mo stepped in, he said to Yu Luocha: "It's hard for you to find such a place."

Yu Luocha frowned, but dared not speak out.Obviously Lin Mo's barrier is enough for two people to shelter from the rain, but she didn't, she covered herself tightly and exposed him, but he couldn't show his anger, so he had to explain: "I sent the two of them in It didn’t rain that much when it was here.”

Lin Mo could no longer hear his explanation, and could only see that Ximen Chuuxue's face was pale and ashen, and the wounds on his body were washed away by the rain, which was even more horrible.

She knelt down beside him: "Does it hurt?"

Ximen Chuuxue shook his head, his throat was injured, and his voice was worse than that of a duck whose neck had been stepped on, he didn't want her to hear it.

Lin Mo didn't ask any more questions, and opened the medicine box he brought, took out the medicine powder, and then went to lift Ximen Chuuxue's clothes.

This kind of thing is familiar once and twice, people can't stay here, they have to do emergency treatment before leaving, but Ximen Chuuxue grabbed his hand, he pressed his collar, and shook his head again.

Lin Mo said softly, "Don't you want me to touch you?"

Ximen Chuuxue didn't speak, didn't even nod and shake his head, but closed his eyes directly, as if falling asleep.

If you don't take it off, don't take it off, Lin Mo carefully fished out his clothes, and slowly squeezed out the water inch by inch: "You rest first, and we can talk about it when you can go."

Ye Gucheng watched eagerly from the side. He was also very wet and had many injuries. Some of them seemed to be infected, and they were hot and painful. He didn't mind taking off his clothes for emergency treatment, but Lin Mo couldn't see it. Without looking at him, with his pride, it is even more impossible to ask her to come and help.

Fortunately, Lin Mo set up a fire here, and he, a single dog, gained a little warmth from the sour smell of love.

Beside the fire, there were people leaning on each other and others eating food. Yu Luosha felt that no one was paying attention to him, so he got into the rain again, and after a few ups and downs, he couldn't see it.

The torrential rain didn't stop until midnight. The fire was still burning one second, and then went out in the next second.

This is the fire controlled by Lin Mo with the ghost way. She fell asleep and the fire went out naturally.

In the dark, Ximen Chuuxue opened his eyes and took a nap. His body recovered somewhat, and there was a warm fragrance beside him. Lin Mo's hair fell on him, and his hands were itchy. He reached out and stroked her messy hair Okay, put your arms around her waist, wrap her around her, let her lean into his arms, and move very gently.Lin Mo's breath hit his neck, almost scalding that inch of skin.

What he thinks about is the moment when she was pressed down by her that day, and he was turned upside down on the bed, over and over again.

In the end he couldn't hold back, he put her face in his hand, lowered his head and planted a kiss on her lips, a very shallow kiss, he backed away without even touching her, his heart beating rapidly.

He has always been withdrawn and arrogant. He has never been so cautious and at a loss in his life.Holding her like this, secretly and quietly, he took her hand and interlocked his fingers.

Warmth spreads all over the body.

……

The next day was a sunny day. Lin Mo rubbed his eyes and sat up from the haystack. Michelle Bingcheng looked much better, at least he could stand up and walk.

The three of them were walking on the road, Lin Mo was talking about Lu Xiaofeng, saying that he was seriously injured, and he didn't know if he was awake now.

Ye Gucheng suddenly said: "Taoist Mu is an old swordsman. He broke the precept back then and married a wife and had children outside, so he lost the qualification to be the head of the sect. Later, his apprentice Shi He also violated the same rules and was expelled from the sect. Wudang."

"Shihe?" Lin Mo suddenly stopped: "Does he have no face?"

Ye Gucheng said: "Not bad."

"It's broken! Lu Xiaofeng is in trouble!" Lin Mo slapped his thigh and ran away without a trace.

Ximen Chuixue asked, "Why?"

Ye Gucheng turned to look at him: "You are very simple."

Many times, pure meaning is not just pure meaning, it may be another euphemism for the word.

Ximen Chuuxue turned his head, not even wanting to say a word.

The Seven Star Sword is empty, and the so-called secret inside has long been destroyed. When Shi He's body was found, there was another theory.

Shi He is an old swordsman, the mastermind of Ghost Villa. He disguised himself as a wooden Taoist and attacked Shi Yan and framed Lu Xiaofeng. This also explained why the head of the house died so silently.

Who would guard against the most respected elder in their own family?

No one has ever seen the true face of the old knife, and speculation has never been used as evidence.

All the people in the ghost villa have been silenced, only Lu Xiaofeng has seen the old knife handle and Shi He appear at the same time, they must not be the same person.

Now Wudang has completely fallen into Mu Taoist's hands, leaving him alone here to recuperate, Lu Xiaofeng is like a baby chicken in a weasel's nest, he may die at any time.

In the evening, the mountains are full of orange, and flocks of birds are flying against the setting sun.

Lin Mo knocked on the door of Yunfang with vegetarian food and wound medicine.Ximen Chuuxueben lay comfortably on the chair. When Lin Mo came, he immediately sat up straight.

He was bandaged all over his body, and sitting upright was obviously uncomfortable.

Originally, Lin Mo would not have noticed such details, but now she has all her heart on him, and she noticed it immediately.

He also suddenly understood why he refused to undress and bandage him.

He didn't want her to see him as weak, he wanted her to feel that he was an omnipotent god all the time.

This is the impression every proud man wants to make on his beloved woman.

"How is Lu Xiaofeng?" He asked.

Lin Mo put down his things: "Fortunately, I was thinking too much, and no one shot him."

Ximen Chuixue said: "He will be fine. If someone wants to harm him, it just proves that there is someone else behind the scenes. If he is fine, it will be hard to win people's trust in his words."

As he said this, he glanced at Ye Gucheng who was sitting beside him, and gave a cold snort lightly.

You are simple.

"Ah, I forgot that there is still medicine in the medicine jar! Just wait for me." Lin Mo ran out, and Ximen Chuuxue leaned back on the chair.

"You like her." Ye Gucheng said suddenly.He was never a gossip person, Ximen Chuuxue was a little surprised when he said this, not how he saw it, but why he said it.

Ye Gucheng continued: "Since you like her, you shouldn't let her think you are a broken sleeve."

The word "broken sleeve" made Ximen Chuuxue's face look pretty, like the color of a rainbow after the rain.After red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple flashed one by one, he frowned and asked: "Broken sleeve?" He emphasized: "Does she think I'm a broken sleeve?"

Ximen Chuuxue had the eight words "What nonsense are you talking about?" hanging brightly on his face.

Ye Gucheng sighed, got up and went out, obviously, he didn't want to talk about this topic with him at all, and he didn't want to get too close to him, so as not to cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

After all, when the person who rescued him said without thinking: "Why did she call you Michelle Bingcheng?", Ye Gucheng's expression was really not good.

He took out the booklet with his name on it that he carried with him, opened it, and sighed deeply.

As long as he can get rid of the name Li Si, even if he is called Ye Bingcheng, he will recognize it.

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The author has something to say:

Cherish this weak-looking Fubuki, the days are numbered.

I'm stuck, every time I finish, I have to get a text, alas