Little Ancestor, Marry Me

Chapter 18

There are rumors in the rivers and lakes that there are nearly a hundred innocent lives in his hands. The devil Tang Su, who takes pleasure in killing people, has a perverse personality and is cruel and merciless.

Tang Su's light words were like a drop of clear water thrown into a hot oil pan, immediately blowing up the venue completely.

Sitting on the high platform, Tang Siliu only felt a severe pain in his head, stretched out his hands to rub his temples, and sighed helplessly.

When the young man saw Tang Su, he was startled at first, took a step back slightly, and then became furious, shouting angrily, "You heartless man still has the guts to show up?!"

Tang Su: ...? ? ?

What a big pot.

The crowd was in an uproar again, but this time there was a hint of excitement and excitement.

Su Changliu on the high platform was drinking tea, he choked on his throat and coughed half to death, Cui Zhu was so frightened that he stretched out his hand to pat someone on the back, while Liu Jun was leading Dong Yuan back to the high platform of the Kunlun sect, he staggered Almost tripped and fell off the ladder.

Ren Yun, who was standing at the railing, had gloomy eyes, clasped the railing with his fingers and tightened it slightly, and the originally tough railing was slightly twisted and cracked.

Tang Su looked blank and astonished, and said, "Did you recognize the wrong person?"

"Admit the wrong person?" The young man sneered, swung the long stick in his hand and attacked Tang Su's Mingmen, "What a mistake!"

"No..." Tang Su turned his body to the side to avoid the blow. With a flick of his hand, a short knife fell into his palm. With a swirl of his toes, his black hair flew up, and then he planted his foot on the ground, leaning forward slightly, and the short knife in his hand shone coldly. Blocking the young man's attacking long stick in a flash, he said angrily, "Speak clearly to grandpa! What kind of heartbreaker?"

"You still have the nerve to ask?!" The young man became even more angry, and the long stick in his hand seemed to be covered with anger, "You bastard..."

"elder brother!"

The two people on the field stopped fighting immediately, and looked at the girl off the field who was almost crying.

The young man was in a hurry, but now he absolutely couldn't leave the stage, so he could only shout: "Fourth sister, don't cry, brother will teach this bastard a lesson for you!"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" The girl was only sixteen or seventeen, and her round face was flushed red at the moment, not knowing whether it was shy or angry, "What heartless man, brother, what did you misunderstand?!"

Tang Su said: "Girl, I have never done this, please explain clearly."

The young man was really confused at the moment, he said in a daze: "Didn't this bastard have a relationship with you? Didn't he go away forever?"

The girl was immediately embarrassed, ashamed and angry, wishing she could drag the stupid brother down, stomped her foot and shouted: "What promise?! Who told you nonsense!"

"No..." The young man was a little at a loss, "Didn't this kid give you the Yaling flower you brought back last time? I saw it with my own eyes! Isn't that a token of love?"

"...I think you are so stupid!" Hearing this, the girl said angrily, "That flower grows on a very high cliff. I went to pick it last time, but I couldn't get it without light work. He happened to meet me Just help take it off!"

The youth was in a great embarrassment.

It was only then that Tang Su remembered why this person looked familiar.

About a year ago, he did pick flowers for a girl’s family. At that time, he heard that the wild rabbits and wild birds in the mountains were delicious, so he planned to go to the Teeth Festival, but he met a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl standing at the bottom of the cliff. , looking helplessly at the beautiful flower on the top of the cliff, feeling so pitiful.

Tang Su became a good man and helped pick the flowers for the girl. Later, he had a full meal of wild game in the forest, and when he was going down the mountain, he met this man and had a fight with him without saying a word.

... Heh, that scene back then was probably because of this crap.

After the matter was clarified, the young man scratched the back of his head embarrassingly, feeling extremely embarrassed, and couldn't hold back for a while to apologize to Tang Su, and looked up at Tang Su, but felt a chill down his spine.

Tang Su still had a smile on his face, but put away the dagger, snapped his fingers, and said slowly: "Now that the matter is clear, you are angry and crying about the account of the child and the account of buttoning the hat indiscriminately. Let's do the math together?"

Su Changliu sat on the high platform, and calmly raised his hand to hold the white porcelain painted green bamboo teacup, using the teacup to block his sight, he couldn't help but look at the tragic situation of the young man below who was almost unilaterally beaten.

Cui Zhu pushed the pastry in front of Su Changliu, and said in a low voice, "Master, it's almost noon, you can eat some pastries first, and I'll prepare the meal."

Su Changliu nodded slightly, looked sideways at the person, his eyes were slightly bent, as if the shattered moonlight had soaked the lake, and said with a smile: "Then I will trouble you, remember to prepare Tang Su's and theirs."

Cui Zhu's eyes trembled slightly, and he responded in a low voice, seeing Su Changliu pick up a cake and put it in his mouth, he bowed slightly and got off the high platform.

Tang Su pressed the young man on the ground and beat him up hard. He felt that it was almost time, so he withdrew his hand, stood up and patted the dust on his body carefully - the clothes were given by Qingyan, so they can't be cleaned dirty.

The young man was almost stunned by the beating, and it took him a while to get up with a bruised nose and a swollen face. Trembling, he picked up his long stick, fisted in a fist, and said inarticulately: "It's burnt..."

My mouth is swollen and I can't speak clearly.

Tang Su watched the young man stumble off the stage, folded his arms and snorted coldly.

Make you talkative, if you don't beat your face to bloom, you don't know why the flowers are so red.

"Next—" the man in charge couldn't help but reach out and wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, and shouted.

The originally bustling venue was eerily silent for a moment.

It's not that I haven't seen unilateral suppression in martial arts competitions in the martial arts league, but they are all point-to-point, and they won't be seriously injured if they make mistakes occasionally.

How could there be someone like Tang Su who beat people to death?

What's more, anyone with a discerning eye could see that the young man was not willing to be beaten without resisting, but he tried to fight back many times, but Tang Su suppressed them all and beat him harder.

... go up?Get spanked?

Some people with mediocre martial arts silently took two steps back, while those with superior martial arts hesitated.

After all, not everyone can be the so-called devil. This name and the various cruel methods of Tang Su that are widely rumored in the world really make people have to think carefully.

What if it goes up...what if it ends up the same as that Xie Feng some time ago?

It was rare for Tang Su to stand on it properly, and no one came up after waiting for almost a stick of incense.

The sun was high, and Tang Su felt a little hungry, so he curled his lips and said, "Can I go down? It's time to eat."

The host seemed to be facing such a situation for the first time, feeling quite helpless, and didn't know how to deal with it.

Just when he was in trouble, a person came down from the high platform and whispered something in his ear.

The man kept wiping his cold sweat, nodded, and bowed his hands to Tang Su: "Congratulations, Mr. Tang, you have advanced, you can go down."

"Huh? Didn't you hit five?" Tang Su scratched the tip of his nose, "It's okay, easy."

After finishing speaking, Tang Su jumped into the air in a flash, touched the magnolia decoration outside the high-rise building, and returned to Su Changliu's place.

The crowd thought that the devil would return to the high platform where the Tang Sect was, but they watched Tang Su fly to the high platform where Young Master Su was.

A few people in a hurry ran up to the high platform where Su Changliu was.

I thought that the devil must have felt unhappy just now, so he wanted to take advantage of Young Master Su's safety to destroy this martial arts alliance. , but it was even more frustrating.

A mahogany hollow-frame screen embroidered with kingfisher and peach branches came into view, and a black jujube wood square table was placed in front of it.

The edge of the table is carved with the lotus pattern of Sujiazhuang, and in the center is a porcelain plate like white jade. The tender meat on the belly of the fish is made into golden slices as thin as a cicada's wings, and placed into a huge flower. It looks like a peony flower, and the tender yellow cabbage hearts dotted around it also look like flowers that are about to bloom.

There are four small plates painted with faint blue patterns, two plates of spicy dishes, and two plates of mussels.

There are also two gus of pure white soup that are no bigger than the size of palms, and Clivia's white jade jug stands quietly aside for a moment.

Tang Su leaned on the toffee chair with his feet crossed, his eyes curled up as if they were filled with stars in the Milky Way, and he dangled the wine glass in one hand, as if he had just told Su Changliu something amusing, and he smiled broadly It is unusually good-looking, like an evildoer who wants to absorb people's souls.

Su Changliu was wearing a light blue long-sleeved robe. The snow-colored outer shirt seemed to be woven with clouds and mist. The sun shone slightly, and the dark patterns of lotus clouds flowed. Seemingly helpless, he said softly: "Next time, you should be more gentle, and I have to send someone to deliver the wound medicine."

"Don't worry about Qing Yan, it just looks serious, but it's actually a skin injury, it won't take more than ten days and half a month." Tang Su took a sip of his wine with a smile, and saw several people holding weapons at the entrance of the building in a daze. One person raised his eyebrows and said, "What? Grabbing food?"

Su Changliu tilted his head slightly, with gentle eyes, and said with a smile, "Is there anything you want to do with Su?"

"Leave them alone, let's eat some of this during Qingyan." Tang Su stretched out his chopsticks, picked up two pieces of fish and threw them into Su Changliu's bowl, and glanced at those people, "Speaking of which, Cui Zhu's cooking skills are really good, I can live Do you want to eat every day or not?"

Su Changliu chuckled lightly, the light in his eyes flowed like the moonlight soaking in a mirror lake, and he said with a smile: "Of course."

Those few people looked at each other in blank dismay, said in embarrassment that nothing happened, and ran down the high platform almost in despair.

Ren Yun sat beside Tang Su, watching the little ancestor tease those people, couldn't help laughing, picked up the chopsticks with his left hand, carefully picked the red chili and peppercorns in the spicy dish, and picked up the tender meat slices Put it in Tang Su's bowl, and said softly: "Little ancestor, the person who is in the way is gone, eat well."

Tang Su smiled and leaned back in the chair with the bowl in his hand, lazily stuffed a chopstick of meat into his mouth, glanced at Ren Yun, curled his lips and said, "How's your hand?"

Ren Yun was slightly taken aback, the blue eyes suddenly softened into an ocean under the moon, and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's not serious at all."

"Cut." Hearing these words, Tang Su glanced at the thin, bloody wound on the back of Ren Yun's right hand—it was obviously more serious.

Tang Su snorted coldly, finished planing the food two or three times, wiped his mouth, went around behind the screen to wash his hands, wiped off the water stains, took a strip of white cloth, took Ren Yun's hand and put it on the table, and put it on the table again. He took out a small ruby ​​bottle, and carefully poured out a moist pill no bigger than the tip of a thumb.

Su Changliu was slightly taken aback when he saw the bottle.

Tang Su crushed the pill and carefully applied it to Ren Yun's wound.

"Tang Su..." Su Changliu couldn't help but say, "This medicine..."

Tang Su glanced at Su Changliu, and Su Changliu sighed helplessly.

Ren Yun watched the two of them play charades, and faintly sensed something, and was about to speak, but there was a slight itch in the wound.

Afterwards, Ren Yun lowered his head to take a closer look, but Tang Su immediately wrapped him up with white cloth.

Tang Su said: "Wait for three hours before taking it apart, or I will destroy you."

After noon, the competition continued, and a group of outstanding young men stood out one after another. When it was over, it was almost dusk.

The rest is naturally to wait until tomorrow.

After Luo Diheng finished speaking, everyone left the venue.

Liu Jun explained the situation to his master, then left the Kunlun Sect group, walked to the high platform where Su Changliu and Tang Su were, and waited for them to go back together.

Fang Wenrui disappeared at some point, and Luo Diheng left with the elders of the Wulin League.

"Let's go." Su Changliu frowned, "Yiyi should also wait for us to eat."

The people in the field were almost gone, Tang Su and the others were the last to leave, Cui Zhu had gone back to prepare meals for everyone, and the group of people walked on the mountain road talking and laughing in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The layers of forest are all dyed, and the afterglow is myriad.

"Master Su."

A familiar voice came, and Fang Wenrui appeared at the intersection with a smile. The black shadow Urs was not there, but another man followed Fang Wenrui closely.

Seeing Fang Wenrui, Tang Su remembered something, looked at him with rather complicated eyes, and pulled Su Changliu back silently.

Liu Jun frowned slightly, holding his whisk on his arm, and stepped forward to stand in front of Su Changliu.

"Master Fang, what's the matter?" Su Changliu looked at Fang Wenrui across Liu Junze, and nodded slightly.

The hem of Fang Wenrui's robe was stained with a few dead grasses and leaves, his eyes were slightly curved with a touch of spring tenderness, and even the weird tattoos at the corners of his eyes were also stained with a bit of gentleness, and he walked over step by step.

Liu Junze's ice-cold eyes are filled with snow, and his left hand rests on the black iron hilt of the long sword of autumn water on the side of his waist, which is cast with the eight trigrams of Tai Chi.

Fang Wenrui stopped at a place about three steps away, looked at Liu Junze, and chuckled: "Mr. Fang doesn't want to hurt the Immortal Liu, so I ask the Immortal Liu to get out of the way."

Liu Jun should not, Fang Wenrui's face was reflected in his clear eyes, and his slender knuckles like ice jade clasped the hilt of his sword.

"Then..." Fang Wenrui was still smiling, but Tang Su shuddered inexplicably, his pupils shrank slightly, and he stepped forward and pulled Liu Junze past him, gathering his inner strength in his palm to block Wen Rui's blow.

Liu Jun was also slightly taken aback, he didn't feel Fang Wenrui's move just now.

A piece of black and blue spread rapidly along Tang Su's palm like a poisonous snake wrapping around his body.

Everything happened in an instant, and Su Changliu hadn't had time to react, and Ren Yun, who was standing at the back, hadn't even had time to do anything.

Tang Su gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand to quickly seal the acupuncture points on his arm to slow down the spread of the toxin, and looked up at Fang Wenrui.

"Little ancestor!" Ren Yun stretched out his hand impatiently and pulled Tang Su, lifted up Tang Su's sleeve, seeing the strange black and blue slowly spreading on Tang Su's arm, his heart trembled slightly.

Obviously I am by your side.

Tang Su felt that Ren Yun was holding his hand trembling slightly, and patted him with the other hand in doubt: "What's wrong?"

It's me, not you, who is poisoned, I haven't shaken yet, why are you shaking?

"Fang Wenrui!" Su Changliu said angrily, his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, reflecting the afterglow of blood, as if a flame was ignited on the ice. With overwhelming courage, "Bring the antidote."

"What the young master wants, someone Fang will give it to me." Fang Wenrui smiled, his eyes darkened, "Young master, come and get it yourself?"

Su Changliu frowned slightly, walked over in two steps, and stretched out his hand to ask for the antidote.

"Of course it will be given to the young master, but..." Fang Wenrui chuckled, and his voice was full of joy, "Mr. Fang will be paid."

Su Changliu glanced at the man behind Fang Wenrui.

Hearing this, the man couldn't help frowning slightly, and took two steps back in disgust, as if he didn't want to look at Fang Wenrui anymore.

Only then did Su Changliu's eyes darken, and he said coldly, "Say."

"Fang so-and-so..." Fang Wenrui also heard the slight footsteps behind him, and smiled even more. Then he took a step forward, stretched out his hand to pull Su Changliu, put one arm around Su Changliu's waist, and caressed Su Changliu with the other hand. Looking at his face, "I want the young master to kiss me in exchange for the antidote."

Another piece of thin paper fell into the gap of Su Changliu's back belt.

Then without waiting for Su Changliu's response, Fang Wenrui tilted his head slightly and lowered his face, Su Changliu's lake-like eyes were reflected in his eyes, and his fingertips gently stroked Su Changliu's light-colored soft thin lips, wanting to kiss him or not.

The breath intertwined for a moment, Fang Wenrui chuckled, turned his head slightly, and his lips touched Su Changliu's cheek gently, like a butterfly's wing brushing past.

"Why does the young master still hate me so much? Isn't Fang's sincerity not enough?" Fang Wenrui let go of Su Changliu, smiled, and handed a small white porcelain bottle to Su Changliu's hand, "However, I can kiss the young master once." , it’s not a waste of time, someone Fang should leave too.”

Without looking back, Su Changliu took the antidote and walked quickly to Tang Su's side, opened the plug and fed the antidote to Tang Su.

Tang Su took the antidote, and the bruises on his hands faded away, but he narrowed his eyes, and three sharp darts with a cold light were instantly nailed into the ground in front of Fang Wenrui's feet.

Fang Wenrui paused, and turned around with a smile: "Mr. Tang, what do you mean?"

"The antidote." Tang Su looked at him with cold eyes, "Zhigui's antidote."

"Knowing your return?" Fang Wenrui was startled for a moment, then reacted, and said with a light smile, "Mr. Tang is really smart, so someone Fang will sell your face."

After finishing speaking, Fang Wenrui threw another small white porcelain bottle from his hand. Tang Su raised his hand to catch it, and handed it to Liu Junze, who was still a little confused, and said, "Eat it."

Liu Jun pursed his lips, took the bottle in silence, and ate it as he said.

Tang Su glanced back, his eyes darkened, Fang Wenrui had already disappeared.

"Tang Su, how do you know how to return..." Su Changliu frowned slightly, as if he didn't quite understand the situation.

"How fast the Kunlun School's sword is, it's impossible for someone not to know." Tang Su said coldly, "How fast is Zhigui's sword? When Zhigui was 19 years old, he slaughtered half of Heilongzhai by himself! How dare he You walked so close to Zhigui with such confidence, and I, who was by your side, noticed it when you made the move, how could Zhigui not notice it?"

But Liu Jun really didn't notice anything, and he didn't even have the consciousness to draw his sword.

Well... maybe there is only one explanation.

"When he approached, Zhigui was already poisoned."