Mrs. Shizi[Comprehensive Martial Arts]

In the process of wiping his face with Duanmu Rong and putting shoe prints on his boots, Zhao Youheng would glance at Duanmu Rong sitting at the stone table from time to time.

Sitting Duan Murong moved her body, if she hadn't noticed that Zhao You was walking towards her horizontally, Duan Murong almost couldn't resist standing up and asking him the question "what are you looking at?"

Bean Yaguca.

Folding the dirty handkerchief and stuffing it into the sleeve, Zhao You walked up to Duanmurong and squatted down. Meeting Duanmurong's gaze, he reached out and hugged the other's calf, and put his head on the other side's On the side of the thigh.

Afterwards, Zhao Youheng gently and tentatively "meowed" to Duanmurong.

Just when Duanmurong was puzzled by Zhao Youheng's "meow", Zhao Youheng suddenly rubbed his face against her thigh, "A Rong, are you still angry with me?" Hugging Duanmu Rong's calf, Zhao Youheng raised his head, blinked at her, and even tilted his head, "Meow?"

Although I don't know why Ah Rong is angry, but it doesn't matter - just coax.

With such thoughts in mind, Zhao Youheng gave another "meow" to Duanmu Rong.

Duanmu Rong: "...!!!"

——Where did Zhao Youheng learn all this?What exactly did he experience in the Western Regions?

How to do?

So good, I want to knead.

Unable to maintain the tense cold face at all, Duanmu Rong hurriedly coughed lightly before the smile that came from nowhere covered her whole body, and pulled Zhao Youheng's sleeve expressionlessly, thinking Pull the other party up, "You get up first."

"Then you, are you not angry with me?"

Trying to control her expression, Duanmu Rong turned her head directly, avoiding Zhao Youheng's sight, "Get up first and then talk."

"Arong?"

"Get up first."

"……Oh."

Blinking, Zhao Youheng let go of the hand holding Duanmu Rong's leg, and sat down beside her obediently.

That unbelievably obedient look doesn't look like the person who did something bad (?) to Duanmu Rong with a knife outside the valley not long ago.

Looking at Zhao Youheng's changed face, Duan Murong suddenly found that she couldn't even utter a word of accusation.

Duan Murong: "..." Pursing her lips, she took a deep breath and simply chose to let Zhao Youheng go, as well as herself, so Duanmurong turned to Zhao Youheng and asked, "You don't know the way gone?"

As early as when Taniguchi saw Zhao Youheng, she wanted to ask this question.

It's a pity that I never found the opportunity.

Sitting on the stone bench, Zhao Youheng put his legs together, put his hands on his thighs, and shook his head at Duanmu Rong in an extremely upright manner.

"Then how did you find Ten Thousand Flowers Valley by yourself?" If Zhao Youheng didn't know the way, even if he had the map she gave him, Zhao Youheng would still be able to lose it while walking. Own.

"It was my master. He sent me to the intersection of Wanhua Valley before leaving." Zhao Youheng took a sip of tea from Duanmurong and praised Duanmurong's tea cooking skills before he put down the teacup. Then he said, "Master is going to Chunyang, and he and I happened to be on the way."

As for how he "stalked" and made Kalubi "annoyed" in the final choice to bring him, it goes without saying to Duanmurong, after all, it would damage his image in A Rong's heart.

—— Kalubi, who was not present today, still detests his forced apprentice Zhao Youheng.

As early as when Zhao Youheng wrote to her about his worship of Kalubi as his teacher, Duanmu Rong went to Pei Yuan to find out about "Kalubi" and wanted to know if Yu Luocha had tricked Zhao You It caused him to worship the wrong teacher, but he learned a lot of interesting "rumors" from Pei Yuan, such as the two or three things that Yu Rui, Xie Yunliu, and Kalubi had to say about each other.

Looking at it now, Duanmurong always thought that what senior brother Pei Yuan said, which he always thought knew everything, might not be rumors in the world.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help further confirming to Zhao Youheng, "That 'Yedi' Kalubi who goes to Chunyang to find Master Yu Rui every once in a while?"

"Most of the Mingjiao disciples don't know about my master, why do you know?" Zhao Youheng couldn't help asking, "The matter between him and Yu Rui from Chunyang is very famous. Is it?" Even the people in Ten Thousand Flowers Valley have heard of it?

"...not famous, it's just that there's someone who knows a little too much." Thinking of the senior brother who was somewhere in Wanhua Valley, who would play tricks on his juniors and younger sisters from time to time, Duanmu Rong couldn't help but press the button that made him twitch inexplicably when he thought of him. Mouth.

"kindness?"

"It's nothing, it's not a big deal anyway."

"……Oh."

Duan Murong didn't want to say more, so Zhao Youheng simply stopped asking.

Facing Zhao Youheng, who had changed his style of painting, like a lazy cat wanting to be rubbed, Duanmu Rong moved his hand hanging by his side, but she still couldn't hold back her own thoughts. He reached out and ruffled Zhao Youheng's hair.

Being treated like this by Duan Murong, Zhao Youheng was not annoyed at all, and even lowered his eyes, allowing the other party to move.

When Duanmurong came back to her senses, she already had several strands of Zhao Youheng's hair in her hands.

Duanmu Rong: "..."

With a few dry laughs, she returned the strands of hair in her hand to him, and sincerely apologized to Zhao Youheng whose hair was blown up by her rubbing, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." She didn't expect Zhao Youheng Her hair is so easy to rub—to some extent, she suddenly understood why Pei Yuan always liked rubbing her head.

"fine."

Using his fingers as a comb, Zhao Youheng tried to straighten out the messy hair, while shaking his head and expressing to Duanmu Rong that it was okay.

As a result, Zhao Youheng made more and more messes, and more hair fell than Duanmurong's hair just now.

Unable to see Zhao Youheng ruining her hair, Duanmu Rong grabbed his hand, "Don't do it, I'll help you."

"En." Nodding his head lightly, Zhao Youheng put it down, stopped tossing his hair, and directly handed over the situation to Duanmu Rong.

"You wait for me here, I'll go in and get a comb."

"……it is good."

Zhao You sat beside the stone table and watched Duanmu Rong go into the room to find a comb. Feeling a little bored, he unconsciously closed the gap on the stone table with his nails.

Buttoning and buttoning, Zhao Youheng unconsciously pressed his face to the stone table, trying to find traces of ants from the cracks in the stone.

When Duanmurong came out with the comb, what he saw was Zhao Youheng with his face pressed against the stone table, his eyes so focused that his eyes almost became cross-eyed.

After realizing what Zhao Youheng was doing, Duanmu Rong couldn't help but sighed.

Sure enough, no matter how the painting style changed, the other party was still the Zhao Youheng she knew.

— “Bear” as always.

Walking to Zhao Youheng's side, Duanmu Rong patted him on the shoulder, "Sit up, and I'll comb your hair."

Most of Zhao Youheng's attention was focused on the cracks in the stone, and he was startled by Duanmu Rong's slap, subconsciously straightened up, and sat very upright, "Here!"

The sound of "in" is extremely loud.

Duanmu Rong: "..." With a clear cough, after she controlled her expression, Duanmu Rong with a calm face patted Zhao Youheng's shoulder again, "Sit down."

"……Oh."

Zhao Youheng nodded obediently, and sat down with his back to Duanmurong.

Standing behind Zhao Youheng, Duanmu Rong gently supported his head, and gently combed his hair with a comb.

The comb in her hand was sent to her by Zhao Youheng with a letter a few years ago.

Back then, Zhao Youheng followed Jade Rakshasa to Loulan, and was fortunate to participate in and witness how Loulan became one of the top seven in the Western Regions.

In Loulan, Zhao Youheng killed someone with a knife for the first time, and it was also the first time he was almost killed.

When the setting sun melts gold, the setting sun is like blood.

Exhausted, Zhao Youheng couldn't even lift his knife. Just when Zhao Youheng thought he would not see the sun the next day, a sudden sandstorm saved him.

The other party died in this sandstorm, and because he hugged a Populus euphratica tree that had been dead for an unknown number of years, he was able to survive under the roots of the Populus euphratica tree.

When returning, Zhao Youheng chopped off a piece of Populus euphratica that saved his life with a knife, and made a rough comb with this piece of Populus euphratica, and gave it to Duanmurong.

He downplayed the pursuit in the setting sun and the sudden sandstorm, and his tone was as relaxed as if he had gone out to enjoy the scenery.In Zhao Youheng's letter, he mainly mentioned this poplar comb. He used a lot of space to explain how difficult it was for him to make this comb, and he asked Duanmurong not to dislike his ugly comb. , and it is not allowed to be shelved.

Because of Zhao Youheng's "understatement", Duanmurong didn't know how dangerous his encounter was at that time, she just put her silver comb in the shelf, and used this one with rough workmanship and some knife marks. Populus euphratica comb, and when replying to the letter, a purse of poor workmanship was also attached.

Zhao Youheng squinted his eyes and leaned half on Duanmu Rong's body.Looking at Duanmu Rong combing his hair on the ground with a little warm light from the setting sun, a smile gradually appeared from the bottom of his eyes, and dyed the corners of Zhao Youheng's eyes and brows.

"A Rong, are you still using this comb?"

Smelling the familiar smell of Populus euphratica, Zhao Youheng felt in a trance, feeling that he had returned to the days when he used to walk in the desert with a knife.

The scorching sun above the head, one person with one knife, walked forward.

Between heaven and earth, only myself is left.

Just as Zhao Youheng's thoughts gradually drifted away, Duanmu Rong's voice came to his ears indistinctly, calling back Zhao Youheng's spirit.

Little by little, she straightened out her messy hair, Duanmu Rong casually replied to Zhao Youheng, "Why don't I use the comb you gave me?"

Duanmu Rong's attitude was so natural that the smiles in Zhao Youheng's eyes were almost bursting out.

At that time, Duanmurong didn't know how gentle her expression was, and Zhao Youheng who was sitting with his back to her didn't see it, but this day I saw it, and Pei Yuan, who came to find Duanmurong for something, also saw it.

Standing at the gate of the courtyard, looking at the two people at the stone table who didn't hear his footsteps at all, Pei Yuan stopped the steps he was about to step in, and bent his eyes.

Oh, it looks like the other party is indeed Xiao A Rong's fiance.

Thinking this way, not wanting to disturb the atmosphere between Duanmurong and Zhao Youheng, Pei Yuan turned around and left lightly, planning to find another opportunity to meet Duanmurong next time, and told her the instructions of his master Sun Simiao.