The unfortunate me

Cao Wutian was woken up by an overly gentle touch, as if someone else was watching him.He moved his fingers instinctively, wanting to grab the heat source, but he didn't want to miss it.A sense of loss fell overwhelmingly, and he finally opened his eyes.There was no one around, but the scene was completely different from before——

What about the dusty roof covered in sheepskin felt?How did it become a huanghuali bed wood carved with gold and jade?

He froze for a while before realizing that this was Meng Jin's residence in Luoyang.Now that the position has changed, the shell probably has changed too... He immediately got up and got out of bed, and took a picture in the bronze mirror beside him.Eyebrows are affectionate, her color is like a spring peach...

Very good, the master control intelligence made troubles while he was not paying attention!

As if hearing this kind of slander, the incoming line tone of the main control intelligence sounded at this moment. "Someone is looking for you," it said straight to the point, "and two more."

I also know that it is impossible for a person who can work for himself to deal with it. "Who?" Meng Jin didn't talk nonsense, and straightforwardly stated his guess: "Yan Tianhuo? Or Feng Weisheng?"

The main control intelligence also didn't play tricks. "Half right, the latter one—plus Le Taiping."

Meng Jin thought for a while, and suspected that Yan Tianhuo might not have recovered from the blow so quickly, and it was reasonable to be out of range.Le Taiping probably went to him for food and drink; as for Feng Weisheng... "Don't tell me that I am also an old acquaintance with him in my identity?" He asked suspiciously.

"Old acquaintances are not counted, but they do know each other." The master control intelligence said lightly, "Otherwise, why do you think his painting scroll came into your hands?"

The more Meng Jin heard it, the worse it became. "Wait, are you implying that he came to me to raise a question?" Like sending scrolls to players of hostile forces without permission?

"Probably so." Master Control Intelligence didn't want to say more, "He'll be here soon, you prepare."

Before the words fell, Meng Jin heard the sound of a young boy running all the way outside, and he knew that the announcement was coming.He waved his hand in the air angrily, "Go away!"

Dare to visit early in the morning, not be turned away, and receive an overly warm reception, few people in Xiaoyao can have such treatment, Feng Weisheng is one of them.

After Meng Jin washed and dressed in a hurry, he hurried all the way to the hall.Although he didn't want to deal with Feng Weisheng from the bottom of his heart, but with Meng Jin's status, he couldn't make it through, and he still had to save face.When the door curtain was opened, he immediately saw the white-haired man in red sitting on the main seat, sipping a teacup.

Is this guy so rude?Come up and directly take his place?

Meng Jin was suddenly full of suspicion.If he is not mistaken, Feng Weisheng has always been synonymous with being gentle, courteous and thrifty, and everyone has a good impression of him, so it is theoretically impossible to do such a thing.The master control intelligence also said that they are not familiar with each other, so the only remaining possibility...

Could it be that Meng Jin is Feng Weisheng's subordinate?No matter how bad it is, it is still a fan level?

Although his head was full of question marks, Meng Jin still walked forward slowly and greeted him respectfully. "I don't know that the master of the Fengmen came to the humble house, and Meng is not far away to welcome him."

Feng Weisheng raised his eyelids from the dense mist, and stared fixedly at Meng Jin's face.After a while, he said softly: "I haven't seen you for a few years, you seem to have changed."

Meng Jin was already suspicious of the way Feng Weisheng looked at him—it was too strange and too long—when he heard this, a layer of white sweat appeared on his back.Can he say that he didn't know what happened before? "Master Fengmen's words are too serious, people will always change." He replied with force, trying to be sloppy.

"Really?" Feng Weisheng still stared at him without blinking.

Now, Meng Jin really doubted their relationship.It's weird, ordinary friends wouldn't make Feng Weisheng so aggressive, right?The subordinates and fans who guessed before couldn't justify it, but it was more like... more like...

"Forget it, it's meaningless to get to the bottom of it right now." Feng Weisheng took the lead to look away, "I'm here today because I just want to ask you something."

Meng Jin wiped the sweat from the bottom of his heart.No matter what the reason is for Feng Weisheng to give up, as long as he doesn't reveal his secrets on the spot, that's fine. "Master Fengmen, please tell me, Meng must know everything and say everything."

There should be no problem with what he said, but Feng Weisheng took another look at Meng Jin. "I made four scrolls at random before, and put them away for you."

Simply afraid of something, Meng Jin's scalp tingled. "Yes."

Feng Weisheng stared at him researchingly, tapping on the armrest with his slender fingers. "Then where are they now?"

"There is an ancient saying that a BMW should be matched with a hero, and a fragrant car should be given to a beautiful woman." Meng Jin could only continue to bite the bullet and talk nonsense, "The calligraphy of the master of the sect is still a pearl and dust if it stays with me. It is better to give it to a bosom friend."

"So you are sending it away?" Feng Weisheng's voice was still very warm, "Or is it for the person you think is a bosom friend?"

But there was no need for anyone to remind him, alarm bells were already ringing in Meng Jin's head. "Yes," he tried to calm his mind and not let the tension show on his face, "the master of the door has been missing for several years, and only one person found it here. This is more or less destined, and Meng gave it to him."

This reason is probably reasonable, Feng Weisheng was silent for a moment. "You know he can find me?"

"No," Meng Jin hurriedly shook his head, "But Meng feels that no matter who it is, there is some hope."

Hearing this answer, Feng Weisheng remained silent for a longer time. "You mean that whoever is more hopeful than yourself?"

Meng Jingang was glad to hear such an explosive speech within two seconds, and his face became numb for a while.

It is true to say so, but Feng Weisheng has another meaning when he asks this!Isn't he holding the scroll for pure collection?Did Feng Weisheng think that he would follow the hints in the painting to find him?

At this moment, Meng Jin had to face the reality - he was neither a friend nor a subordinate, but he was probably a fan of Feng Weisheng; or worse, a suitor.

... What kind of difficult cheating plot is this!

Although he complained wildly in his heart, Meng Jin couldn't show the slightest dislike on his face. "Meng is not talented, and there is a negative sect master entrusting him."

This is undoubtedly admitted.Feng Weisheng's eyes flickered slightly, and then he got up. "The number of times you called me the master of the sect today is more than all the previous ones combined."

Meng Jin could only complain secretly.Who knows what you two called each other earlier?At this time, he said too much and made mistakes, so he could only lower his head and look at his eyes, nose, nose and heart.

"Speaking of it, your talent is worse than Infinity." Feng Weisheng said again, "Although you only learned the superficial lightness kung fu and swordsmanship from me, but compared to these, Infinity is far inferior to you."

Well, the case has been solved. The reason why he successfully fooled Le Taiping with Wu Cao Wutian's swordsmanship was that he had indeed come from the same source...Meng Jin continued to keep a blank face.So the real position of this identity is Feng Weisheng's apprentice?Or the kind of ex-apprentice who was kicked out of the door because he had other thoughts about the master?If this guess is true, everything today has a reasonable explanation...

"It's just..." Feng Weisheng seemed to want to say something, but he swallowed it halfway. "The matter has come to this, it is useless to say more."

Meng Jin very much hoped that Feng Weisheng would act as if he would leave without hesitation, but the sky failed, and the other party stopped talking and had no intention of leaving immediately.It seems that he must say something...

"Master Fengmen is very right." Meng Jin said dryly, while searching for safety sentences, "If you have offended me in the past, please forgive me, Master Fengmen."

Hearing this, Feng Weisheng stared at Meng Jin for a while. "It seems that you really let go." He sighed softly, "If so, would you still consider coming back to Weiyue? You know the infinite temper, he will never make it difficult for you."

Hearing this suggestion suddenly, Meng Jin's heart almost went cold.What kind of proposition is this!If he returns to Weiyue, he will have to deal with Feng Weisheng frequently; if he doesn't return, wouldn't it be a disguised admission that he had pretended to clear the distance before, but in fact he still has thoughts about Feng Weisheng?Anyway, one is dead, can he choose neither?

It was too late to say it, and then it was fast, and suddenly the sound of the zither sounded outside, shooting into the space between the two of them like a sword.Sensing the power contained in it, Meng Jin reflexively dodged back, barely getting a bloody wound on his body.Feng Weisheng's reaction was faster than his, and his toes were already on the table in the blink of an eye. "Who is coming?"

"It's just a luthier, don't bother me to listen to you." Following these words, Le Taiping appeared with a few movements, holding a guqin in his hand. "I just can't listen to it any longer—with the talent of the sect master, don't you really know that you are forcing people to make a dilemma just now?"

Feng Weisheng's eyes fell on the piano. "The gods are idlers, and they have heard the name for a long time." He raised his eyes again, "Even if what you said is true, what does this matter have to do with you?"

Le Taiping laughed loudly. "Since the master of the door knows that I am the idler of God, how can he like to meddle without knowing that idlers are nosy? No matter what kind of grievances my friend has with you before—" He quickly glanced at Meng Jin, with a hint of innocence in his heart. So thought, "But since he is in trouble, I can't sit idly by."

"You really value love and righteousness." Feng Weisheng stared at the luthier in the middle, with no emotion in his tone. "It's also his blessing that my apprentice can make friends like you."

Le Taiping frowned, and turned to look at Meng Jin. "So you are under Weiyue's sect?" Before Meng Jin could answer, he turned his head again, facing Feng Weisheng and said decisively: "Even if he was your apprentice, you can't force him to go back now!"

In this kind of verbal confrontation, Meng Jin suddenly felt that he was the one caught in the middle, and his body was full of arrows.He only wanted to say one thing, you guys have to fight out!

However, such a good thing only exists in the imagination.Facing the four stares, he could only smile awkwardly, trying to smooth things over. "You two don't know each other, how about sitting down and having a cup of tea first?"

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