Yangyue

Henry Zhang heard the words, broke away from Fang Wuzhu's hand and stood up, straightened his clothes, and said in a muffled voice: "Go back."

Fang Wuzhu smiled, and also stood up from the ground, molesting Henry Zhangyue was too much, he also accepted it as soon as he saw it, and asked instead: "Speaking of it, what is your plan for the sword? There is no suitable sword, You can no longer practice your seven-step Qinglian swordsmanship, right?"

"I will go to see Master at the beginning of next month." Henry Zhang replied, "My original sword was made by Master for me."

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Fang Wuzhu became interested. The founder of the seven-step Qinglian swordsmanship, Songlian Taoist priest Zhang Songlian lived in seclusion for many years, and he should be over seventy years old now. Few people know him, and Fang Wuzhu never knew , it turned out that Zhang Songlian would make his own sword.

Zhang Songlian is a reclusive master, and Fang Wuzhu has never dealt with him. If he is not so low-key, it is hard to say who will be ranked third after Fang Wuzhu and Huo Qiao.

Xiao Yangyue said to Wuzhu: "Where is your sword?"

"I?"

"That day in Jieziling, my sword was clearly cracked after you used it." Henry Zhang said indifferently, "Surely the weapon you often use is also a sword?"

Fang Wuzhu knew he was wrong, touched his nose and said, "Forget it, my original sword was broken the day I fought Huo Qiao, and it will be difficult to find another good sword in the future."

Henry Zhang: "What was the sword technique you used that day?"

"Luxue swordsmanship." Fang Wuzhu replied, "But without the sword and skills of the past, I can only use less than [-]% of it now."

"At that time..." Henry Zhang was silent for a moment, "Did Huo Qiao break Luxue's swordsmanship?"

Fang Wuzhu narrowed his eyes slightly, and smiled meaningfully: "That's right."

There is no time in the mountains, and the two have spent nearly two months in Yanjiazhuang.

In the evening of this day, Xiao Yangyue came back from practicing swords in the back mountain alone. Earlier, Fang Wuzhu went to the East Chamber of the villa with Yan Donglai and Dong Zhitao for something, so he went to practice swords by himself, and now he and Fang Wuzhu lived together. In the courtyard, I found that two hours had passed, and Fang Wuzhu hadn't come back yet.

Xiao Yangyue then went to the east side of the villa to find someone. There was a square courtyard in the east of the villa, which was specially secluded for Yan Donglai to make medicine.

As soon as he came outside the gate of the courtyard, Henry Zhang ran into Dong Zhitao who came out from inside.

Dong Zhitao was wearing dark clothes, holding a wooden basin in his hand, which was full of thick brown concoction, and the concoction exuded a strange smell.

Seeing Henry Zhangyue, Dong Zhitao stopped for a while, the medicinal juice in the basin swayed a little, she said to Henry Zhangyue: "Master Fang and Master are inside."

Henry Zhang looked at the wooden basin in her hand, and frowned slightly: "What is this for?"

"This is the concoction made by Master to regulate the pulse in Master Fang's body." Dong Zhitao replied, "Master Fang blocked part of the veins in the past, and it is not easy to recover, you have to do it slowly."

Henry Zhang nodded, pushed open the door, and walked into the room.

This is the first time Henry Zhang came here, there are no other extra decorations in the house, just a steaming pool on the ground embedded in the center, the liquid in the pool is the same as that in the previous Dong Zhitao pot.

Yan Donglai stood beside the table, which was covered with all kinds of herbs. Fang Wuzhu soaked in the pool naked, with one arm resting on the edge of the pool, with black veins like twisted rhizomes. All over his upper arms and back muscles, his hair was in the pool.

In the lingering mist, these scenes reveal a bit of grotesque evil and oppressive beauty.

Hearing the sound of footsteps behind him, Fang Wuzhu turned his head, and the muscles of his shoulders and neck stretched according to the movement, which really showed that this was a body full of strength that everyone in the martial arts pursued.

Fang Wuzhu: "Are you back?"

Xiao Yangyue stared at him in a daze, her gaze fell on the black lines on his body.

"What's wrong?" Fang Wuzhu raised his arm, "You haven't seen it before, but did it scare you?"

Xiao Yangyue has indeed never seen these unknown veins and lines on Fang Wuzhu's body. These are the traces produced by Fang Wuzhu's self-closing of the meridians. Closing the meridians is extremely painful, no less than breaking the meridians. These painful traces Printed on Fang Wuzhu's body, Henry Zhang only felt that they were dazzling and shocking.

Fang Wuzhu stood up from the pool, with a clatter, his body was indistinct in the mist, and he didn't put on his coat, he just simply wiped off the concoction on his hands, walked in front of Henry Zhang, and gently tapped him with his fingertips. The tip of the nose: "Don't worry, these veins will only appear when I use a lot of internal force in a short period of time."

Henry Zhang came back to his senses and saw Fang Wuzhu standing in front of him naked. Although he had been with him for the past two months, he would not deliberately shy away from it in life, but he saw those drops of water hanging on the tip of his hair between his eyebrows and merged into several strands. Thinly flowing down his chest, flowing through the majestic part of his body... The meridian lines on his body also add a bit of eye-catching aura, Henry Zhang unconsciously felt a bit embarrassed.

Henry Zhang turned his head: "It won't scare me... Come out when it's over, and I'll go back to the yard."

After all, Henry Zhang turned around and walked towards the door, but Fang Wuzhu reached out and hugged him from behind, and said with a low laugh: "Yangyue, are you shy? What's there to be shy, I'm you Husband, you can naturally look at it openly."

Henry Zhang said angrily: "Go back to the pool! You smell like medicine!"

Yan Donglai on the side really couldn't stand it anymore, coughed twice seriously, Fang Wuzhuquan pretended not to hear it, Henry Zhang finally broke free from him, and walked away quickly without looking back.

Fang Wuzhu went back to the pool and continued soaking. Yan Donglai brought a pack of prepared herbs and poured them into the pool. : "These medicines are very fierce. It's like being pricked by a needle after being soaked. Ordinary people can't bear it at all. You can bear the pain, and you still have the desire to tease others."

After Henry Zhang left, Fang Wuzhu let out a long breath, and there was a little bit more forbearance between his brows, and he sighed: "I can't... I'm afraid he's worried."

"Didn't you carry the golden snake fetus with you? That should be more effective, right?"

"Golden Snake Fetus is effective for suppressing Henry Zhang's Burning Bone Incense, there are only so many left, in case Henry Zhangyue relapses in the future, it will still come in handy, I can't use it at will." Fang Wuzhu said quietly, "Although I promised him not to hide it from him, I still don't want him to feel that he is dragging me down."

Half a month later, Fang Wuzhu and Henry Zhang bid farewell to Yan Donglai, Zhuang Ying and Qi Huai'en, and went north to visit Henry Henry's master. After the incident, the two returned directly to Beijing.

Dong Zhitao stayed in Yanjiazhuang and continued to study medicine with Yan Donglai. Before leaving, Qi Huai'en said to Fang Wuzhu: "Both my father and mother have passed away. The concubine and the concubine's younger brothers and sisters were not close to me. Now the Qi family no longer has any friends." For dearest relatives, the Qi family has stood in the capital for many years, and now it is indeed coming to an end. Therefore, Lord Fang can do whatever he wants. The Qi family is entirely up to Lord Fang, and I hope that Lord Fang can ask the emperor to give the rest of the Qi family a normal life. The place where you live and live, don't hurt the innocent."

The Wuming Taoist Temple where Taoist Songlian is located is located in a mountain named Yulan in Fengyang County. This is the place where Henry Zhang lived when he was a child. The Luwei Town at the foot of the mountain still exists, even a little more prosperous than then.

Xiao Yangyue would write letters to Master every six months. In order not to worry Master, most of what he wrote were greetings, and he didn’t mention too much about the situation in the court in the past two years. Master’s letters were always very Short, but in just a few sentences, it also reveals his concern and longing for him.

Xiao Yangyue hadn't told his master that he would go to visit, he and Fang Wuzhu went all the way north from Fenzhou, and nearly a month had passed when they arrived in Fengyang County.

It was already evening when they arrived in Fengyang County. Fang Wuzhu originally wanted to stay in Luwei Town for one night before going to Wuming Taoist Temple tomorrow morning, but seeing Henry Zhang looking in the direction of Taoist Temple in a daze, he thought that he was also thinking of Master. Before tomorrow morning, I went into the mountain that night.

At this time, it has already entered summer, but the mountains are very cool and quiet at night.Henry Zhang remembered the road to the Taoist temple clearly. The two rode horses and wore stars and moon, along the small mountain road in Henry Zhang's memory, and walked in the mountains for more than an hour. The Taoist temple finally appeared halfway up the mountain.

The two stepped on the stone steps and gently pushed open the wooden door of the Taoist temple. All the scenes in front of them, the dark red dilapidated archway, the eaves covered with fallen leaves and broken tiles, and the doorposts crawling with thin cracks, were still the same as Henry Zhang. No difference in memory.

After a few years of separation, Xiao Yangyue has grown from the original boy to what he is today. Although it was his own choice to leave the martial arts at the beginning, there is still a clean square inch in his heart for this quiet and innocent man. In a complicated place, under the protection of his mentor, he spent his youth without father and mother here without any problems.

In the spacious courtyard, a little Taoist boy was sweeping the floor with a broom. When he looked up and saw the two of them, he tilted his head in doubt and said, "It's so late, are you here to offer incense?"

Henry Zhang stared fixedly at the Sanqing Palace in front of him, lowered his head and said to Daotong: "No, I'm here to find Master."

Dao Tong threw down the broom, ran to Henry Zhang in twos and twos, tiptoed vigorously to look up at him, and then suddenly realized "Oops", as if he knew who Henry Henry was, turned his head and ran into the Sanqing Hall .

Fang Wuzhu and Henry Zhang looked at each other, and after a while, an old Taoist priest with white eyebrows and a long beard slowly came out of the Sanqing Temple, with a dust whisk on his elbow wrapped in an old Taoist robe.The old Taoist stared at Xiao Yangyue standing in the courtyard, and there seemed to be great relief and surprise in the old sunken eye sockets, but he was indeed old, and his wrinkled face could not make much expression.

The old Taoist priest stood on the steps, looking as simple and vicissitudes as a stone statue.

Seeing Master, Xiao Yangyue's heart was filled with thousands of emotions for a moment, and finally she couldn't help but her eyes were red.

After so many years, the master is still old after all, he no longer has the hale and hearty spirit he had when he was a child, and now he looks almost no different from an ordinary old man.

Xiao Yangyue: "Master... the apprentice is back."

With just one glance, Fang Wuzhu could see that the Songlian Taoist priest in front of him, who might once be able to dominate a party, had a state of over-cultivation in his youth and rapid aging and deficiency in his old age. Bu Qinglian swordsmanship has paid a lot for this, not to mention, no one in the world can resist the passage of time.

The master stood quietly on the steps, and finally let out a long sigh that contained the age, and the sigh was far away, as if the wish of a once brilliant old man had been fulfilled in this life.

The master's voice was also a bit muddy, and he said hoarsely: "Okay, my good disciple... hurry up at such a night, come in quickly, and cook a vegetarian meal for the master."

The master slowly looked at Fang Wuzhu who was at the side, and the latter took a step forward, clasped his fists and said respectfully: "Your Fang Wuzhu, I have met Daoist Zhang."

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It's time to meet the parents!