Although I am weak, my friends are super strong

Once Zhou Qiong got so close, Yu Lansong could see the difference between him and Zhou Ying.

Like Zhou Ying, he was picked up by the master. The master changed their names to follow the master's surname. The intention of the two masters can be seen from the names and the different martial arts taught to them.

Zhou Ying practiced swords, simple and blunt, and his martial arts moves tended to be a steady attack and defense. Zhou Qiong practiced swords, showing his sharpness, and his moves are elegant and elusive.

Zhou Ying is a year older than Zhou Qiong, and is Zhou Qiong's senior brother. Zhou Qiong is more cheerful than Zhou Ying by nature. When he smiles, his eyes narrow into arch bridges. After the corners of his mouth are raised, there are two arcs of smile on his face, which will make people laugh. People feel very friendly appearance.

There is a straw in his bun, and the long belt will dance with his movements. He has experienced many life and death at a young age, but there is no vicissitudes on his face. Instead, he looks like a young master who has just entered the rivers and lakes to experience life. .

It's just that people don't know what kind of heart is hidden under that skin.

Those dark eyes stared at Yu Lansong closely, like stars dotted on the night sky, it was a very deceptive appearance, if not knowing a thing or two about his bad temper, Yu Lansong would have almost thought he was What a shame.

Zhou Qiong stared at him for a while, suddenly felt bored, and pursed her lips, "Although I am very unhappy that you two are close, but if I kill you here, my senior brother may fight me desperately."

There was a loud noise outside, Xiao Lizi pulled out two of their horses from the stables, put the carriage on the horses and raised the windshield of the carriage, "Is there anything else you forgot? If Without it we're going."

Zhou Qiong waved to him with a smile, "Let's go."

The only thing he has with him is the Yuchun sword. He walks in the rivers and lakes on weekdays, and he walks away as soon as he says he wants to walk with one sword, acting in a chic and comfortable manner.

Yu Lansong asked curiously, "Why did we leave in such a hurry?"

It didn't look like he was discovered, but rather because of some other things.

Zhou Qiong snorted with a smile, "Because your elder brother Zhou Ying killed a lot of people, and he didn't kill ordinary people, but the youngest son of King Beihou, who has a noble status."

Yu Lansong was taken aback for a moment.

Xiao Lizi, who heard their conversation outside, wiped the cold sweat from his brow, "Master, don't talk nonsense, if other people listen to it, we really won't be able to leave."

Facts have proved that this is indeed the case. As soon as they stepped out of the city gate, Beihou Wang issued an order to seal the city to find the murderer and not allow anyone to go out until they found someone.

Although this young master is ignorant and licentious, but he is the son of Beihou Wang's favorite concubine, and he is a son of old age. Now he was killed under his nose, and the murderer has not been caught yet. Already furious.

After leaving the mausoleum, they went straight to the northwest. In order to avoid people's eyes and ears, they chose the waterway. The waterway transportation in this area is the most inconvenient, but compared with the official road, it is also the most sparsely populated.

In the past, some smugglers or those who transported stolen goods liked to walk along the river.

They rented a large passenger ship, and the man at the helm was an old boatman from the area, and they charged them a lot of money, promising to keep their itinerary secret.

For Yu Lansong, taking a boat is not much more comfortable than riding a carriage, but when the weather is fine, he can sit on the bow of the boat and enjoy the breeze, which is much better than being in an airtight carriage.

He also had a chance to see Zhou Ying and Zhou Qiong fight.

According to Zhou Qiong, the master asked them to learn from each other when they were very young. The martial arts of the two have always been comparable, but Zhou Ying will work harder than him on weekdays.

When the master is away, Zhou Qiong will sneak out to play, lie on the roof to tease the birds on the tree, but Zhou Ying will stay alone in the room and read the sword manual, or practice in the yard.

...Zhou Qiong was simply cornering the corner and boasting that she was smart, she was really shameless.

The two were fighting on the deck of the boat, and Yu Lansong was sitting on the bow watching the two of them. He couldn't describe every move in the middle of swords, lights and swords in detail. If he had that ability, he would write martial arts novels.

It can only be said that the commotion of the two people was quite loud, and even Xiao Lizi ran out to watch the excitement.

In the end, I don't know who was having fun, a sword shadow slashed towards the river, the splashed water was higher than the pole of the boat, and it all fell on the boat with a clatter.

Xiao Lizi, who had quick eyes and quick hands, hid in before the disaster, leaving only Yu Lansong, who was unresponsive, who was splashed all over by this innocent disaster, and raised his hand dullly to wipe his face.

Zhou Ying walked up to him, beads of sweat still glistening on his forehead. He hadn't met an opponent who could match him for a long time, and this time he fought heartily, with sparkling eyes.

A little less mature than usual, a little more youthful, and said to Yu Lansong as if asking for credit, "I won."

Zhou Qiong smiled while holding his sword. His sword pierced through the air, pulled out a beautiful sword flower and received it behind him, "I'm not convinced! Senior brother, come again!"

Yu Lansong was happy to see Zhou Qiong, a bad guy, slacking off. Seeing that he didn't hit him, he immediately clapped his hands and praised in cooperation, "Zhou Ying is so good!"

When he looked up, there were still drops of water on his eyelashes, his hair was wet and stuck to his neck, and his clothes were also stuck to his body. He was a little embarrassed, and he smiled foolishly, looking very cute.

Under the sun, that fair little face seemed to be shining, with red lips and white teeth.

Zhou Qiong who was standing behind Zhou Ying was stunned.

Only then did Zhou Ying notice that Yu Lansong was soaked all over, he frowned, suppressed his excitement, and pulled him up, "I'll take you to change clothes."

Yu Lansong felt bad when he heard this.

Sure enough, Zhou Qiong was dissatisfied immediately, "Brother, you haven't changed my clothes since I was a child."

Zhou Ying showed a disgusted expression, "If you are bored, go practice your sword again. If Master Quanxia knows that you have regressed so much these years, he will definitely jump out of the coffin and hit you on the head."

"I just won once, I will definitely not lose next time," Zhou Qiong muttered in a low voice.

Yu Lansong was a little curious about what kind of magical figure their master was, who could bring out two people with completely different personalities.

Zhou Ying took Yu Lansong to change clothes, Zhou Qiong was bored alone, lying on the place where Yu Lansong had just sat, blowing the river breeze, with the sword on his chest and his hands behind his head.

Xiao Lizi came out with two jugs of wine, walked up to him and threw one to him, "Drink?"

Zhou Qiong unscrewed the mouth of the jug, sniffed it lightly, and said with a smile, "I never thought I could drink Jiangnan wine here."

Xiao Lizi's eyes lit up, and he sat cross-legged next to Zhou Qiong. These days, Zhou Ying didn't let him drink, and he was almost suffocated. Now he met a bosom friend, "I brought this from Beihu, I lost a lot of things along the way, but this wine is the only one I can't let go of."

Zhou Qiong raised his head, and the clear wine in the jug flowed into his mouth, and part of it flowed down his white chin into the skirt of his clothes, and he didn't care.

Xiao Lizi took a sip and smacked his lips in satisfaction, "The wine in Beihu is clear and sweet, just like the girls in Jiangnan, gentle, beautiful, and understanding."

Zhou Qiong wiped her chin with her sleeve, squinted her eyes and looked at the shining sun above her head, and suddenly the girl with red eyes like a rabbit huddled in the corner appeared in her mind that night.

The reaction of the brain eroded by alcohol was a little sluggish, and it took a long time to remember, oh yes, he was still disguised as a woman.

Tsk, why would a man wear a woman's dress and put on rouge? He really thought it was some delicate and pretty lady, just like a little white rabbit.

She is exactly the Goddess in his dream, what a pity, what a pity.

He pretended not to care and asked, "My senior brother...what is the relationship with this young master you want to protect?"

"Uh... this..." Xiao Lizi's face froze, and he unknowingly put down the flagon in his hand. After a long time, he scratched his head, "Actually, I'm not sure either."

"Oh?" Zhou Qiong raised her eyebrows with a smile, "What do you mean?"

"That's what it means," Xiao Lizi clasped the dead skin on his hands, his face was tangled for a while, and then he suddenly moved to Zhou Qiong's side and lowered his voice, "You know, that... the young master had I've been ill, so I don't understand anything."

"Brother Zhou takes special care of him, but I don't see anything right, hey, don't tell Brother Zhou."

"I think... Brother Zhou may have moved Fan Xin."

After finishing speaking, Xiao Lizi chuckled to himself, "But, that person's identity is unusual and unreasonable. Even if Brother Zhou likes him, it's impossible."

"Besides, the young master is like that. Even if he has a face like a fairy, his temper is like that of a child. What's the point of making it happen?"

Knowing that Zhou Ying has someone he cares about, Zhou Qiong felt mixed feelings for a while, he was silent for a while, and then suddenly smiled, "It's only interesting to play with a temper like a child."

"..." Xiao Lizi's expression suddenly became colorful.

He didn't expect Zhou Qiong to look at her elegant appearance and look like a dog in white, but she could say such perverted words.

Zhou Qiong, however, seemed to be joking, and turned the matter over after she finished speaking, as if she didn't take it to heart at all, and raised her wine gourd in the air to pay respects to him.

The two started drinking in a muffled voice.Yu Lansong slept on the boat at night, and in the middle of the night, a sudden thunder woke him up. The sound insulation on the boat was not good, and he could hear Xiao Lizi's snoring from the next door.

After the thunder rang, it began to rain heavily outside, and the raindrops made fierce noises on the deck of the ship.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes, burrowed into the bed, and was about to go back to sleep, when he suddenly found a person standing beside the bed, and he almost yelled out in fright.

Yu Lansong covered her mouth, and with the light from outside, she could see clearly that it was Zhou Qiong who came.

He remembered that Zhou Qiong and Xiao Lizi drank a little too much during the day, and they were reprimanded by Zhou Ying, after which Zhou Qiong slipped away to sleep early because of the headache.

Zhou Qiong's face was a little pale, he pursed his lips tightly, his shoulders trembled, he looked at Yu Lansong in panic, "Why are you?"

Yu Lansong felt that his current state was not right, so she shrank back into her bed again, "Zhou Ying is not here."

Zhou Qiong nodded in a trance, turned around like a wandering soul, and was about to leave when another thunder sounded outside. Before Yu Lansong could react, he quickly got into his bed.

Burying his head on Yu Lansong's neck, he put his arms around his waist, like a big dog that was drenched in the rain and eager to find his master to act like a baby, but felt that he was ashamed like this now, and he was too embarrassed to say anything with his mouth tightly shut. .

Yu Lansong's waist was hugged by him. He was wearing thin clothes when he was sleeping, and the two of them were almost stuck together.He pushed him twice, and patted his shoulder hesitantly, "Are you afraid of thunder?"

After a long time, he heard Zhou Qiong's muffled reply, "Yes."