You worship me, I will soar

Chu Tingyan nodded, and Li Qin asked Chu Tingyan to roll the dice, which was exactly what Bu Hehuan wanted, and he couldn't help raising his eyebrows and snickering.

When Chu Tingyan secretly extended a gesture to him tacitly, he smiled even more happily. He looked at Chu Tingyan's extended thumb and said without hesitation: "Big!"

Chu Tingyan tossed the dice, and it turned out to be a big one. Li Qin wailed, and said unwillingly, "Come again!"

Bu Hehuan did exactly what he wanted, and by the time he had had a good time, Bu Hehuan's wallet was already full.

"Is there something wrong with the dice?"

Li Qin scratched her head and studied the dice in her hand, "If it wasn't for this young man to belong to me, I would suspect that the two of you colluded."

Bu Hehuan looked at him with a smile without blushing, and Chu Tingyan stood there bowing without guilt.

Li Qin helplessly reached out and rubbed the top of his head, she could only accept the bet.

Bu Hehuan shook the full purse in his hand, feeling very happy.

After returning to the room, he was still in a good mood, shaking the purse.

Chu Tingyan snatched the purse from his hand and took a look, "Is that so happy?"

Bu Hehuan's cheeks were rosy, pink and tender, as juicy as the strawberries he ate before. He nodded without hesitation, "Happy!"

Chu Tingyan lowered her eyelids halfway, and her long eyelashes cast two small shadows. She commented in a good mood: "Money fan."

Bu Hehuan said confidently, "He owes me this."

He made him unable to practice martial arts, but he had other reasons for what happened back then, and he couldn't take revenge ruthlessly, so he tricked him into losing some money, so he was cleared, otherwise, seeing him dangling in front of his eyes every day, he really felt aggrieved .

Of course, you can't tell Chu Tingyan about these things. Tingyan has been looking for revenge for those who made him unable to practice martial arts all these years. If he knew, he would definitely not let it go.

At night, he chatted with Chu Tingyan about what he saw and heard in Wushuang Valley, and when he talked about Mr. Ning, he suddenly remembered that the painting he saw that day was still hidden in the closet, so he quickly took it out and put it together, found a piece of white paper, a Zhang stuck on it, and worked carefully for a long time. Although the cracks could still be seen, it was barely a complete painting, and the painting style was delicate, which showed that Mr. Ning was so careful and meticulous in painting, it was a pity that it was ruined.

Bu Hehuan was very satisfied with the completion of the piece, and couldn't help laughing: "The figure in this painting doesn't look like Sister Qingyuan. When I first saw it, I thought it was her."

Chu Tingyan looked at the person in the painting and was slightly lost in thought: "Who is this Mr. Ning?"

Bu Hehuan shook his head: "I don't know, I only know his surname is Ning."

He suddenly remembered that Ri Mo Wushuang called him 'Yi'er' that day, and said indifferently: "By the way, there should be a word 'Yi' in his name."

"Ning...Yi..." Chu Tingyan seemed to have thought of something, pursed her lips and muttered thoughtfully.

The next day, Bu Hehuan put the pasted painting on his chest, intending to take it to Mr. Ning, and waited in the pavilion on the mountain as promised, but this time he brought Chu Tingyan with him.

Mr. Ning arrived a little later, Bu Hehuan blushed when he saw the new red mark on his neck, pretended not to see it, and played chess with him as usual.

After playing a game of chess, Bu Hehuan asked casually, "Brother Ning, since you are not from Wushuanggu, how did you know Master Mogu?"

Mr. Ning stopped playing chess, smiled wryly, and said, "When I was young, I met him when I left the teacher's school to do chivalry."

Bu Hehuan wondered: "Could it be that he, the owner of the Wushuang Valley, also goes to fight for justice?"

Mr. Ning couldn't help laughing: "How can it be, he was bored to watch his subordinates bully others, but I regarded him as one of the victims, tried my best to save him, dragged him and ran away, but later found out that his martial arts Much better than me."

Bu Hehuan became interested when he heard it, and asked, "What happened next?"

"Later, I became sworn brothers with him, worshiped the master, and went around fighting for justice together."

Bu Hehuan became interested and couldn't help asking: "He will accompany you to fight for justice?"

He really couldn't imagine the appearance of the murderous Gu Zhu acting chivalrously.

Mr. Ning seemed to be lost in memory, his eyes were full of affection, his whole body softened, and the corner of his mouth was smiling. When he smiled, his eyes glowed brightly, and the corners of his eyes were full of amorous feelings. Bu Hehuan somewhat understood how Mo Wushuang could be so infatuated with him up.

"Yeah, he accompanies me to help the weak, punish bad people, and save me from danger time and time again. He is passionate and just. I always regard him as a decent person. He seems to have forgotten that he is a person from Wushuanggu. Happy every day Among them, if not later..."

Mr. Ning stopped here, his face darkened.

Bu Hehuan asked in a low voice, "What happened afterwards?"

"Later...we met my master, and I realized that the good brother who was with me all this time turned out to be the dignified owner of Wushuang Valley."

At this point, his hands seemed to shake, and his brows frowned, as if he remembered something unhappy, so Bu Hehuan didn't ask again, afraid of touching his sad things.

Young Master Ning was silent for a while, as if he had finally summoned up his courage, he clenched his fists and let them go, and asked softly: "Do you know... how the Wuyi Sword Sect has been doing in recent years? How is the head? How are you doing at home?

Bu Hehuan didn't know why he suddenly asked about this matter, he was still thinking about hearing about their past, so he replied casually: "The Wuyi Sword Sect was killed by Wushuanggu some time ago, and the head of Zhao was also killed by Wushuanggu. Now Wushuang Valley has aroused public anger in the martial arts world, and it may attack in a few days, you must be careful."

Unexpectedly, upon hearing his words, the smile on Mr. Ning's face disappeared abruptly and fell apart, the blood on his face faded instantly, his shoulders trembled unconsciously, as if he had endured great pain, and his face was pale.

Bu Hehuan thought that he was not feeling well, so he quickly supported him, and said in surprise, "Brother Ning, what's wrong with you?"

Mr. Ning pressed his chest tightly with one hand, and grabbed Bu Hehuan's wrist with the other, his chest heaved continuously, his eyes were red: "Is what you said true?"

He was so strong that Bu Hehuan's wrist immediately turned red.

Seeing his solemn expression, Bu Hehuan said seriously, "It's absolutely true."

After the words fell, the pain in his hand suddenly intensified, making him cry out without holding back.

Chu Tingyan didn't care about other things, rushed up and grabbed Bu Hehuan's wrist.

Mr. Ning woke up suddenly, and let go of the clamp on him. He seemed to have been greatly shocked, and he spit out a mouthful of blood, and tears fell down. He let go of Bu Hehuan's wrist, bit his lip, and bit hard The bleeding came, but he didn't seem to feel it. After a while, he asked with trembling lips: "...What about the two girls from the Zhao family?"

Seeing him like this, Bu Hehuan knew the seriousness of the matter, so he replied truthfully: "They escaped unharmed, safe and sound, and now they are living in my house."

Mr. Ning nodded, closed his eyes, his face was full of tears: "When did it happen?"

"Two months ago."

Mr. Ning suddenly clenched his palms in pain, he didn't notice the blood dripping down, and murmured in pain: "Two months ago...it was because of..." He suddenly overturned the chess piece, Shengsheng coughed up another mouthful of blood.

"You are senior Ning Feiyi."

Chu Tingyan glanced at Bu He Huan's wrist, which had started to turn red, and rubbed it lightly, her tone almost certain.

Bu Hehuan was shocked, Ning Feiyi, the great disciple of the Wuyi Sword Sect who had a marriage contract with Zhao Qingyuan!

Ning Feiyi trembled all over, finally nodded, took a step back sadly, staggered backwards, stumbled down the hill and ran far away, his voice was painful, like mourning: "Master, Junior Brother, Uncle Zhao...I'm sorry for you all. ..."

Bu Hehuan wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by Chu Tingyan, "Let him be quiet."

The tragic extermination of the sect was the result of the person who slept with him every day, and he might not be able to accept it for a while.

Bu Hehuan looked at his back worriedly: "Is there anything wrong?"

Chu Tingyan shook her head: "If the master has not been avenged, he will be fine."

Bu Hehuan really couldn't figure out how Mo Wushuang would do this, he could tell that Mo Wushuang really loved Ning Feiyi, how could he have the heart to hurt him like this, just for the so-called Wushuanggu hegemony?

Chu Tingyan rubbed his frowning brows, and advised, "They are all adults, they know how to be responsible for what they have done, and they have their own choices, so don't worry about it."

Bu Hehuan nodded, he really couldn't do anything, only Ning Feiyi had to think clearly, but when he thought of Ning Feiyi's expression of great grief, he felt sad.

After breakfast the next day, he hurried to the gazebo on the mountain to wait for Ning Feiyi, but Ning Feiyi didn't go.

He was very worried, fearing that Ning Feiyi's impulsiveness would anger Mo Wushuang, so he went to Yixin Pavilion to have a look. The guards were still tight, but they were very calm. There should be no major incidents, so he was a little relieved.

Ning Feiyi reappeared, and it was already the third day. He was haggard a lot, his complexion was pale and bloodless, and his body had also lost weight.

The author has something to say: I just found out that I almost forgot to post a new chapter today, and the saved manuscript was swallowed. Hey~ I shouldn’t have coded in the manuscript box, crying~ rewrite!