[Comprehensive martial arts] On the rhythm of western poison eating radish

The Qiantang River near Niujia Village in Lin'an is in high tide, probably due to the continuous drizzle these days, the river floats very high, and the black cypress trees on the riverside stand against the wind. In this rainy weather, few fishermen go to the river for activities.

The weather in Huangmei was stuffy and hot, the morning sky was still gloomy, but the rain stopped falling. Several children stretched out their hands to explore, and happily agreed with their friends to catch frogs in the depressions in the village. The villagers lived and worked in peace and contentment. They are doing their own jobs, and everyone has a smile on their faces yearning for a better life in the new day.

The private school teacher in the village took the almost moldy books in the house out of the window to blow, listened to the play of the children whom he had put on vacation, squinted and stroked the short beard growing on his chin.

"Sir, sir, the Yang family boy made sister Xiwei cry again," a small head popped out from under the window, and the dirty-faced child lay on the window sill and waved to Mr. Private School.

The fingers touching his chin paused, and Mr. Private School instantly blew his beard and stared, "What is this again?"

"Wuuuuuuuuuuu... Dad..." The little girl ran back crying, pulling her messy hair, and flung the door out angrily.

"boom--"

Mr. Private School blinked his eyes, his ears were hurt by the sound, and he said helplessly, "Girl, you can't take it easy, it's unbecoming of a little girl to be so rude."

At this time, the little girl still had tears in her eyes, and when she saw the person lying on her window, she quickly closed the window.

"Oh, sister Xiwei," the kid knocked on the window a few times, seeing that there was no sign of opening it, he murmured boredly, and climbed down resentfully.

"Father, Brother Tie is pulling my pigtails again," the little girl stomped her feet, crying angrily, and ran directly to her father to complain.

"Oh, this, this, this," seeing his daughter rubbing her eyes and crying, the private school teacher was at a loss, so he could only comfort him: "That brat is bullying my daughter again, if I don't punish him, let him copy the Analects thirty times!"

The little girl's voice weakened. When she heard that her father wanted to punish Brother Tie, she didn't want to. She glanced at him timidly, and said hesitantly, "It will take a long time to copy the Analects thirty times, why don't you forget it."

"How can you forget it, he has bullied you more than once!" Mr. Private School groaned angrily, talking about how bad the Yang family's bad boy was.

Pulling on Mr. Private School's sleeve, the little girl said with red eyes: "He's just a bit poor at school, and it's not that bad. Every time there is something interesting and delicious, he will keep it for me."

"Don't you still say that he bullied you?" Mr. Private School's beard was crooked, and his head was made two big by his own daughter.

"Father... just ask him to apologize to me," the little girl whispered after a bit of tweaking.

There was a knock on the door, and the private school teacher raised his beard and said irritably: "There is no class today, let's all go on vacation!"

The knock on the door stopped for a moment, and the person outside the door hesitantly called out: "This is Mr. Bao's home? Has anyone lost a child?"

Mr. Bao frowned and muttered, "Isn't my child right in front of me?" He went up to open the door, but saw a young scholar in green cloth holding a boy waiting at the door.

"Sir," the young scholar is elegant and weak, at first glance he looks free and easy and handsome, with a bit of literati style. Mr. Bao's first impression of this scholar is quite good, and he stroked his beard in satisfaction.

"This child said he got lost at the entrance of the village. He said he was a child of Mr.'s family. Sir, can you take a look?" the boy behind.

Mr. Bao looked over, but saw that the boy from the Yang family whom he had been talking about just now was hiding behind the scholar, scratching the back of his head, blowing his beard and staring: "Well, boy from the Yang family, you dare to come. "As he said, he was about to pick up the ruler and lash it.

"Sir, I was wrong. I came to apologize to Sister Xiwei!" The boy giggled and looked into the room with a hint of anticipation in his expression.

"You still dare to come..." The ruler was raised and lowered, but it just couldn't hit the boy. Mr. Bao got angry, grabbed the ruler and chased him all the way, the air in his nose was wheezing. It didn't take long to sweat profusely.

"Ouch, ouch, it hurts, it hurts..." The boy jumped like a loach, narrowly dodging the ruler drawn by his husband.

"Father, don't waste your energy. Brother Tie has practiced the Yang family's marksmanship since he was a child. He has a thick skin, so he won't feel any pain when he smokes it." The little girl couldn't help but ran out, seeing her father was panting, constantly Chasing after the boy who was jumping up and down, he stomped his feet angrily.

Unexpectedly, when the boy saw her coming out, he stopped in his tracks, and in an instant, his ass was drawn by the ruler, and he jumped up again clutching his hot ass.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, sister Xiwei, I was wrong, ouch, it hurts so much."

The scholar in Tsing Yi stood stunned at the door, obviously shocked by this farce, two red colors appeared on his still immature face, and a little shyness was revealed in his gentle temperament.

"I seem to have made a mistake." The scholar in Tsing Yi rubbed the back of his head shyly and said, "It turns out that this child does not belong to Mr. Bao's family."

"Hee hee, it's okay to make a mistake, you've helped me a lot," the child who was climbing the window ran to the scholar and reminded him, "You'd better go, the master will smoke with you when he recovers later." , Mr. Bao has a bad temper."

The scholar in Tsing Yi was startled, "So that's the case, then this child..."

"He will not get lost, sir will send him back."

Blinking, the scholar in Tsing Yi took a worried look inside, and left after the child waved goodbye.

Seeing that the sky was about to darken, and a rainstorm was inevitable, the scholar in Tsing Yi was very annoyed, and only hoped that he could find a place to stay quickly and take shelter from the rain.

I couldn't help but mutter to myself: I knew that I should have brought more bags when I sneaked out, and if I can't, I should have brought an umbrella. I have secretly taken a few bank notes on my body now, and I don't know if they can be used after they get wet.

The sky was dark and dark, with faint flashes of thunder and lightning from CNOOC. The scholar in Tsing Yi puffed up his baby's fat cheeks and accelerated his journey.

I just hope that I can find a place to shelter from the rain before the rainstorm.

As soon as he thought of this, the scholar in Tsing Yi only felt a flash of light in front of his eyes, and his eyes were irritated and narrowed.

"Boom--!"

The deafening thunder rang in his ears, and the scholar in Tsing Yi turned pale, covered his ears that were hurt by the explosion, and looked forward uncomfortably.

Huh?

Tentatively approaching a little, the scholar in Tsing Yi flashed surprise in his eyes, there was a ruined temple not far away, it seemed that there was hope for shelter from the rain.

He didn't like sticky and wet clothes on his body at all, it would be nice if he didn't get wet.

A ruined temple suddenly appeared in the wilderness. Ordinary people would be vigilant, and the scholar in Tsing Yi was no exception. However, raindrops had already started to float outside, and it didn't take long for it to rain cats and dogs.

The scholar in Tsing Yi had to hide in the ruined temple, carefully stood under the eaves and looked into the temple, the inside was densely covered with cobwebs, and when he listened carefully, there were still human voices!

"Why did it rain when I first came here, I forgot to take my umbrella, how annoying!" There was a bit of coquettishness in the soft and waxy voice, as if it was a young child acting like a spoiled child.

"Didn't you want to come here in a hurry? I don't know that the Central Plains is still in the rainy weather." It was the voice of an adult man, who seemed to be comforting an angry child. Although there was some helplessness in the clear voice, it was full of affection. drown.

The scholar in Tsing Yi loosened his frowning eyebrows a little, and pushed open the rotten wooden board that was barely a door. With a creaking sound, the inside became quiet.

The scholar in Tsing Yi explained: "Brothers inside, don't be offended. It's raining heavily outside. I'm passing by here, hoping to take shelter from the rain and rest."

There was a moment of silence inside, and then another deep voice sounded, and there was a kind of magnetism in that low voice, like a whisper between lovers, which tickled the heart.

"Come in, there is no master here."

The scholar in Tsing Yi picked out the cobwebs blocking the way, but what he saw were two men who looked so similar that they were almost identical, and the astonishment flashed away in his eyes.

He has always been incapable of interfering in other people's private affairs, so he didn't ask questions about his doubts. He just found a clean place to sit down and collected some hay to light the bonfire.

The two brothers looked at each other with curiosity in their eyes.

Ouyang Feng felt that this little scholar was very familiar, but after looking at him, he felt strange. Although this scholar had a free and easy temperament, it was a pity that his face was too delicate, he looked like a young boy who ran away from home in his father's clothes.

He's not just a boy, he's still a "green boy" who hasn't even lost the baby fat on his face. His small hands are white and tender, and even if he picks up some hay, his fingers will be cut. The sharp-eyed Ouyang Feng can even see his smooth palms and fingers. I am afraid that the only cocoon in the room was formed by holding a pen.

Compared with Ouyang Feng's sizing up, Carrot is more upright. In fact, it is rare for him to see a short person happy. Compared with the height of the scholar in Tsing Yi, Carrot feels that he is half a finger taller than him. Immediately my affection for this scholar doubled o(￣v￣)o

The scholar in Tsing Yi stared at his tender palm with some grievances, blood dripped from the fingers that were white and tender, he really had a delicate and soft body.

"I'm Ouyang Yin at the White Camel Villa in the Lower Western Regions. I don't know what to call my brother?" Carrot had a good sense of the scholar in Tsing Yi, grabbed a branch to play with the bonfire, and turned his head to strike up a conversation.

The scholar in Tsing Yi blinked, looking unsuspecting to outsiders, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and there were actually two small dimples.

"I'm Xia Huanggu, from Quzhou," said the Qingyi scholar with a smile.

"Puff—cough cough cough..."

In a moment of excitement, he choked on his own saliva, Ouyang Feng patted his chest and coughed, and threw the water bag in his right hand to the ground.

Huang Gu and Luo Luo showed surprise on their faces, and they turned their heads to look at Ouyang Feng who had lost his image.

On this day, Ouyang Feng was smothered by the great world's thick malice.

He looked up and down the little scholar in Tsing Yi, his fair and clean face was covered with a tender mass of baby fat, Xu was frightened by his weird staring eyes, and his cheeks flushed shyly, his facial features blushed slightly. There are many appearances in memory, but now he is completely a little white rabbit, not to mention deviant, good and evil!

(σ'д′)σThis guy is his former opponent Huang Laoxie? !

Ghost letter! ! ! =□=###

The author has something to say: (づ￣3￣)づ...Tender Huang Yaoshi, I really want to tease him, mua~