Jinghong Youlong [Comprehensive + Sword Three]

While calling the system, Tang Jinghong also subconsciously practiced the Tang Sect's internal skills in his heart, trying to escape by stealth.

Fortunately, although she drank alcohol, her IQ did not drop, and she realized one thing before she was about to disappear - if she fell in Brother Wu Le's room, shouldn't he be on the bed at this time?Even if he had already gotten up, how could it be such a coincidence that the moment she appeared, the other party happened to be standing by the bed and looking at her?And... Thinking of this, Tang Jinghong looked at the furnishings in the house indiscriminately.

Although every room in the inn was similar, she still recognized it at a glance, it was her own room.

Just at this time, the system also replied to her: "After the system inspection, there is no error in this mission, please rest assured the host."

This makes me even more worried (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

If it wasn't a teleportation error, then Tang Wule found her room by himself.And Tang Wule would come in without her permission, nine out of ten because he discovered the fact that she was not in the room...

At that moment, many thoughts went through Tang Jinghong's mind. In the end, she sat up abruptly and looked at Tang Wule with a blank look: "Senior brother?"

——Her idea is, no matter what 21 is, just pretend to be a fool first and then talk about it.

However, this bewilderment came too late after all. For Tang Wule, it was not difficult to capture the panic and surprise at the moment when she opened her eyes.

So Tang Wule frowned again: "What's going on?"

Tang Jinghong made up his mind to pretend to be stupid, so he continued to look at him blankly: "What's going on? I haven't asked my brother yet—what are you doing in my room..."

Halfway through the conversation, he was suddenly frightened by the other party's actions——

Tang Wule suddenly leaned over and moved his nose slightly, sniffing.He got so close that every time he sniffed lightly, the tip of his nose would rub against her face, followed by warm breaths.

Tang Jinghong was almost in a bad mood. She froze in place, constantly thinking about countermeasures, fine cold sweat uncontrollably oozing from her temples, arousing a strong smell of alcohol.

Tang Wule stood up, folded her arms, looked down at her, and said firmly, "It smells like alcohol. So——shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

"I..." Tang Jinghong was speechless.

She doesn't like to lie.

Leaving aside the fact that she didn't understand what Tang Wule saw, there was no way to tell a lie.More importantly, a lie needs to be covered by countless lies. The more it is told, the more likely there will be loopholes. If you tell the truth at that time, no one will believe it.But she couldn't tell the truth. After all, the facts were a bit too unreal, even more false than a lie.

So in the end she could only keep silent.

Tang Wule looked at her quietly.If Tang Jinghong was only out of the room in the middle of the night and came back suddenly smelling of alcohol in the morning, he could just treat her as just going out for a while.But the point right now is that she appeared out of nowhere, which is very incomprehensible and very unbelievable.He couldn't help thinking of the two months when the other party had disappeared without a trace. Could it be that she... really had some secret?

Tang Wule's gaze became sharper, making Tang Jinghong feel like a thorn in his back.She even thought of giving up on herself or simply telling the truth, whether he believed it or not.

But as soon as she raised her head, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the door, followed by a knock on the door.Then there was the voice of the accompanying disciples of the Tang Sect: "Fifth Young Master, Fifth Young Master, are you up yet? It's time to eat breakfast—it's raining heavily outside, and the store doesn't have much ingredients, so they won't make new ones when they get cold. In addition, the second The young master doesn't seem to be in the room, do you know where he went?"

"I'm looking for you, senior brother." Upon hearing this, Tang Jinghong regained his energy immediately, and pointed out the door.

The intention of changing the subject on the innocent face is very obvious.

Tang Wule was unmoved.

It wasn't until the outer disciples outside got a little anxious, and urged him twice, even the knocking on the door became stronger and faster, and there seemed to be a faint tendency to push the door in.

Tang Wule wanted to know Tang Jinghong's secret, but before that, he didn't want the inside of the Tang Sect to know more about Tang Jinghong's strange behavior, so he had to let this matter go for the time being, and clicked on Tang Jinghong's Forehead: "This is not over." After finishing speaking, he turned around and went to open the door.

Before turning around completely, he glanced at Tang Jinghong again, his eyes touched Tang Jinghong's clean and tidy clothes and boots, his eyes narrowed, and he simply went to open the door.

The Tang Sect brother outside the door was still shouting: "...Fifth Young Master, have you met Second Young Master...uh, Second Young Master?"

"It's so noisy! It's so early in the morning, are you calling the soul?" Tang Wule kicked the door a little violently, and almost bumped into the face of the younger brother of the Tang Sect outside the door, and then he glared at the younger brother very impatiently , with his hands behind his back, ignoring the messy clothes and his chest wide open, he just walked downstairs in a daze.

At that moment, the little Tang Sect brother who came to call for someone almost thought that he had made a mistake in the room.

It wasn't until Tang Jinghong came out in a well-groomed and personable manner that he was sure he hadn't called the wrong person.

Tang Jinghong smiled warmly at the Tang Sect brother, and thanked him very politely.

Tang Sect's little brother felt that his face was a little hot, he hurriedly lowered his head, and stammered back: "Yes, it should..."

When Tang Jinghong left, the little brother from the Tang clan looked at her back and couldn't help sighing that they were all young masters of the direct line, and the difference between the second young master and the fifth young master was so big... Wait——why did the second young master follow the fifth young master? out of the room?

The little Tang Sect brother turned around and glanced at the room, and suddenly remembered the rumors about the second young master that had been widely circulated in the sect a while ago.

He once again recalled the second young master's impatient expression and the clothes he had wrapped in disorder when he came out of the room... Damn, that rumor could be true, right?

——I didn't expect you to be such a second young master!

The little Tang Sect brother leaned against the stairs, looked at the second young master downstairs who was helping the fifth young master to help bring the soup and vegetables, and shook his head with a worldly look.

The rain that started last night has been falling continuously without any sign of slowing down. From time to time, travelers who pass by will come to the inn to stay. Whether these people bring umbrellas or hats, they are all soaked by the rain. It's mud, coming and going, the entire hall on the first floor has long been muddy and messy.

So as soon as Tang Wule came down, he put on a standard young master's disgusted face.

Fortunately, the disciples of the Tang Sect who came with him all knew his temper, so they reserved the corner seat by the window in advance—the leeward direction, almost no rain came in, no matter it was some distance from the door or the stairs, few people came over , which is slightly cleaner.

After Tang Jinghong went downstairs, he sat directly across from Tang Wule, watching his young master propping his chin, poking boredly at the food on the table with chopsticks, recalling the time when he was in the room just now. Aggressive, I have to express my admiration for Xiaobawang's acting skills.

Thinking that he still had a handle in his hands, Tang Jinghong sighed, raised his hand to scoop up a bowl of soup for him, and handed it over: "Don't pick those who are away from home."

Tang Wule glanced at the soup from the corner of his eyes, took it with a look of disgust, put it under his nose and sniffed it, and then took a sip slowly.

Tang Jinghong continued his efforts, and put a few of his favorite side dishes on the small plate in front of him: "Eat a la carte, too."

"It's unpalatable to look at." Tang Wule curled his lips, but it was still like taking poison, with a frown, he picked up one by one and ate.

Tang Jinghong breathed a sigh of relief, and took a sip of the soup himself.

The taste is really lackluster, but fortunately it is still delicious, and it is still warm. Drinking a bowl on such a heavy rainy day will warm up the whole body.

Tang Jinghong ate a few mouthfuls, then turned his head to look out the window, and sighed: "It's been all night, the rain is still so heavy, and I don't know when it will stop."

Tang Wule held his chin and looked out the window.

At this time, the sky was gray and dark, with heavy dark clouds rolling over. The heavy rain was still pouring down, as if a hole had been opened in the sky, and it couldn’t stop no matter what. Tall banana trees were planted on the side of the road, and the broad leaves swayed with the wind, as if at any time will break.

Tang Wule glanced at Tang Jinghong lightly, and finally his eyes fell on the clouds in the distance, and he said lazily, "I can't stop for a while."

Tang Jinghong: "Yes."

He didn't enjoy breakfast, so during lunch, Tang Wule asked his disciples from the outer sect to pass a message to Tang Jinghong, asking her to go downstairs and bring the meal.

The disciple of the Tang Sect who passed on the message said that the young master of the Second Young Master probably had a bad temper, and felt that the food served by the waiter in the inn or the outer disciples of the Tang Sect was not clean, as long as the Fifth Young Master brought it himself.

Regarding this, the disciples of the Tang Sect felt that Master Wule had really gone too far.

Tang Jinghong knew in his heart that Tang Wule would be like this probably because he didn't explain clearly what happened in the morning, and after breakfast, he even avoided seeing him, which made him very unhappy.

Tang Jinghong would rather be tossed about a few more times than to explain this very mysterious matter, so there is no such thing as going downstairs.

After picking out two dishes that looked good and that Tang Wule would probably eat, he added two more bowls of rice and one bowl of soup. When Tang Jinghong was about to go upstairs with the food box, he bumped into someone head-on.

Fortunately, because the stairs were crowded with people coming and going, the food box was specially protected by Tang Jinghong in his arms, so it was not affected.She said "Sorry" casually, and glanced at the other party casually, only to see that the man was wearing a black suit and a bamboo hat.The strange thing is that even if he entered the house, he didn't take it off, and let the brim of the hat drip down, and no one around said anything to complain.

Although it was strange, Tang Jinghong didn't think much about it, and walked around the other side to prepare to go upstairs.

Unexpectedly, the man stopped her and said in a low voice, "Master Tang Wu?"

As soon as Tang Jinghong heard this, his whole body was on guard - he couldn't see clearly with the bamboo hat behind him, but the other party knew as soon as he opened his mouth that this person was still covering his face.

In broad daylight, with black clothes and masks, how many good people can there be?

The man in black seemed to be aware of her vigilance, and explained in a low voice: "The little one doesn't mean anything malicious—someone entrusted the young one to convey to the young master that if he goes further west, his life may be in danger."

West?That's not... Tang Jinghong was taken aback.

The head under the bamboo hat lightly nodded, and the voice became lower and lower: "Bashu can't go back."

"...What?" Tang Jinghong couldn't help hugging the food box tightly.

"Collect people's money, and eliminate disasters with people—Yinyuanhui's words Qiqisan have been brought, so I leave."

As soon as the words fell, he had already pushed aside the crowd around him, walked to the gate of the inn in a blink of an eye, strode out, and gradually disappeared into the thunderous rain.

Except for a puddle of water at the stairway, no trace was left - no one around remembered the man in black wearing a bamboo hat who had just entered the inn, not even the most alert waiter.