refuse to be a teacher

Chapter 136 What Are the Rules? Can You Eat It?

At night, inside and outside the Sword Suppressing Platform, not a single candle was lit.On weekdays, Changxing lives in the evening, and it seems that he doesn't like a little bit of dazzling fire.

Perhaps this has something to do with Yi Shangxian's personal habits.He doesn't like light, especially at night, excessive whitening will make him feel uncomfortable.It was precisely because he didn't like that, when the house slaves in the Changxing House walked at night, they often had to touch their eyes among the rocks along the promenade.

As if fearing that the silence in the darkness would be broken in an instant, the sharp and cold sword lights of the Sword Town Terrace were able to illuminate the short distance between the window sill and the door.

At that time, Yi Shangxian knelt silently in front of the silent and cold screen in the right room, dressed in a black robe, and spread a fine shadow on the ground.

And in front of him was the sword of Feng Aisu that had fallen into a long sleep.

The sword has been broken, completely broken.It can be seen that there were traces of repair bonding afterwards, but it was obviously not very successful.

Yi Shangxian knelt alone, in front of the sword, as if he had been here for a long time.

Time freezes for a long time, and everything around is dark and quiet, but he doesn't need anyone to talk to him. Every six months when Qin is about to show his soul shape, he faces the broken Fengai handle alone. Su Jian, kneeling for a whole day.

After a while, he stretched out his hand, almost cautiously, and placed a purple and blue Jun kiln porcelain cup in front of the screen, then raised the wine pot in his hand, pouring down the sweet-scented osmanthus wine immediately. cup.

"Master, or Yu is back."

No one listened to him, but he was talking to himself, holding the mouthful of sweet-scented osmanthus wine, facing the direction of the ink screen, and said calmly and plainly: "You have been looking forward to...he is finally came back."

Yi Shang paused for a while, as if laughing at himself, said with a low laugh, "Apprentice, I remember that you once said that among the disciples of Master Feng'ai Sword Master, everyone should be like brothers... regardless of each other. However In the end, you just took me and Oryu as apprentices in general."

"To put it bluntly, I want the two of us to get along in harmony." Yi Shang said leisurely, "But, you have been away for nearly 20 years... to this day, as a senior brother, I will treat his lifeless little brother forever. There's a bit of a rift that's hard to get rid of."

"I really don't understand, in your eyes, what is so precious about this trash... If cherishing life can be barely counted as one, I think he regards other people's lives as precious, but he can easily throw away his own life." I don't care about..."

"Such an approach is really stupid and ridiculous."

The room was dark and gloomy, but Yi Shangxian didn't care at all.He is like a lonely person who has been holding back his thoughts alone for too long, and finally found the ultimate outlet for his feelings. All the laughter and hatred, ideals and helplessness, at this very moment, poured out together to the outside.

"... But that's okay, everything is according to his wishes." Yi Shang said leisurely, "It's his own business if he wants to go crazy or riot. I can protect him for a while, but I can't protect him forever."

"People are born with their own destiny, the way forward is determined, and everything is inevitable."

Yi Shangxian raised his wrist slightly, clutching the wine glass tightly, his eyes were not drunk, but his expression was hazy, like a thick layer of gray mist.

"Master, if it were you...how would you do it?"

At the same time, it is also the same pot of sweet and spicy sweet-scented osmanthus brew.

A warm charcoal pot was burning in the house, and a large pot of boiling water was still tumbling above it.

The heavy snow outside the door makes it cool thoroughly, but the lingering soda inside the door is hot enough to make people feel restless.

Because Xue Lan doesn't drink much, he belongs to the cumbersome virtue of pouring a glass, so he only took a few sips cautiously because he was afraid of drinking.But Yan Jue was different, he never knew how to restrain himself—if he didn't pay attention, he filled the pot full of gurgling, and at that time the alcohol was getting stronger, his eyes were red, he didn't speak, and he just kept going. Because Xue Lan's arms were arched, it was as if she was digging a nest, and she almost didn't make a hole for someone.

Xue Lan didn't feel ashamed, so she didn't eat anything at all, spread her arms and pulled Yan Jue into her arms, cleaned off the fox fur cloak on him in two or three times, rubbed it up and threw it into a corner .When I saw Yan Jue again, he was already half asleep in a distorted state, obviously he had drunk too much and was not awake.

Because Xue Lan yelled a few times, but didn't get a response, she bravely rubbed Yan Jue's body -- so that a big round white/tender/tender glutinous rice dumpling was born, which was torn apart by him at the moment. Opened and squeezed into shriveled.

Cheng Bi was sitting next to him, and when he raised his head, the chopsticks were frightened away, and they slammed on the ground with a series of crisp sounds.

Xue Lan came back to her senses, so she put her master down, and began to feel uncomfortable again: "What are you looking at? What's there to see?"

Cheng Bi buried his head in the soup, but remained motionless: "There's nothing to see..."

The two sat facing each other, with a pot in front of them, and a person in the middle, with big eyes and small eyes, and refused to give way for a long time.

Xue Lanyin said: "You are really annoying...every time you enter the door, you spoil my good deeds."

Cheng Bi said, "Who made you happen to be doing 'good things' every time I walked in?"

After saying that, he paused for a moment, then squinted at Yan Jue, and continued to mutter: "...When I am full of warmth, I think about lust/desire, and when I am hungry and cold, I steal my heart."

Xue Lan frowned and gritted her teeth: "Aren't you going to marry a wife in the future?"

Cheng Bi raised his eyebrows and said, "Aren't you married too?"

Seeing that Yan Jue was falling asleep, Xue Lan quietly lifted him up, as if showing off his power, and repeatedly provocatively said: "Yes, isn't this what it is?"

Cheng Bi stared at him, but couldn't refute a word for a long time.I don't know how long he had been thinking hard, Fang stammered and said, "No...it's against the rules."

Xue Lanyin said: "Then what do you think is most in line with the rules?"

Cheng Bimu said: "When, of course it is a man who marries a woman... that is in accordance with the rules."

"No vision."

Xue Lan sneered, and brought the jug to pour wine for him.Cheng Bi had some scruples at first, but then he thought about it, since Yi Shangxian is not here anyway, no one can control him, so he got upset, took the wine glass and drank it clean in one gulp.

The two brothers and sisters were bickering with each other at first, but after that, they had no energy to fight, so they each took a sip of wine and then buried their heads in a sip.

The newly buried sweet-scented osmanthus stuffed fruit is really mellow and unique, and with the snow that is flying around in late winter, it is a warm feeling all the way to the stomach.After Yan Jue fell headfirst, Xue Lanyin and Cheng Bi also staggered and leaned back against the wall. The charcoal fire went out with a crackling sound, filling the room in darkness, the hot pot gradually cooled down, and there were only a few Breathing together and falling softly.

It was their last night of ease.

Yi Shangxian knelt and sat alone in the sword-suppressing platform, with heavy snow falling all over the sky behind him.

And in the small room with the lightly closed door at the back of the corridor, Xue Lan was leaning against Yan Jue, and Cheng Bi was leaning against the bookcase, and they were sleeping sweetly at that time.

In the end, it was a sharp arrow feather burning with fire that completely tore apart the peaceful night.

With a sound of "嗖", the short and sharp arrow crossed the courtyard walls, piercing the air and cutting a brilliant and dazzling light.Afterwards, it was deeply buried in the center of a plaque in front of the main hall corridor, instantly lighting up the dark and sleeping rocky paths around it.

It was just such a small but clear noise that woke Yan Jue awake.Subconsciously opened his eyes, his mind was still groggy: "...what's the sound?"

When Yan Jue woke up like this, Xue Lanyin also squinted her eyes, stretched her waist and said, "What is that sound? Illusion?"

However, before he could finish his last words, the second sharp arrow pierced through the long night and traversed the entire long corridor. A clear and dazzling fire burned between the bricks and tiles.

Luoxue's voice was light and weak, but the voice of the burning fire was destructive, as hot and violent as a knife.

Xue Lan came to his senses immediately, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold Yan Jue down: "Don't move, let me go out and have a look."

Yan Jue whispered behind him: "Hey, Xue Xiaomao..."

The wooden door squeaked open a thin crack, and through the long line of shadows of dead trees inside and outside, one could clearly see that most of the night sky, which was as dark as water, was burnt red layer by layer by the fire that gathered light from the ground.

Long Xingzhong has never liked to light up lamps, and the scorching light and shadow covering one layer was obviously projected from the outside of the courtyard wall. At that time, it was like the hellish ghost with claws and claws, step by step towards the center of the courtyard. Press close.

There was another "whoosh", and the short arrow quickly brushed across the roof, almost leveling with Xue Lanyin's upturned forehead.Yan Jue's eyes lit up suddenly, and he immediately stepped forward and grabbed the hem of his clothes and said, "Don't look, come back!"

Xue Lan staggered backwards because of being dragged by him, and Cheng Bi, who was asleep, was also half-awake. She suddenly sat up straight from the side of the cabinet, and as soon as she looked up, she saw the dazzling fire outside the house. Immediately, it was like being stabbed by a needle, and I really woke up thoroughly.

"What, what's going on?" Cheng Fang turned pale with horror, "Why is it like this outside?"

"do not know."

Xue Lan shook her head, and was about to say something, when the boy Cheng Bi staggered to his feet, and was about to charge towards the door in two or three steps.Yan Jue yelled behind him, but he didn't hear it. When he woke up again, Xue Lanyin stretched out his hand and pulled him back: "Fool, don't you die!?"

Cheng Bi had blue veins popping out of his forehead, obviously anxious and said: "I... my master is still in the Sword Suppressing Terrace!"

Xue Lanyin said: "Your master will be fine, but you... go out and it's over!"

"No, I..."

Just as he finished speaking, he heard three soft sounds of Ling Rui, and three short arrows shot out at the same time, hitting the wooden railing on the side of the corridor hard at almost the same time.

Then the meandering fire gradually spread to the end of the long steps, burning more and more vigorously, gradually spreading into the house.Yan Jue raised his hand and swept it, and closed the wooden door firmly, then lit a candlestick again, and through the tiny dim light in the room, he found the Ya Ling sword and gently handed it into Xue Lanyin's hand, saying: "Go out the back door and find out what's going on outside."

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