Little Ancestor, Marry Me

Chapter 20

Tang Su, who was drowsy at first, woke up suddenly when he heard that someone challenged Su Changliu. His black eyes were full of astonishment. He looked at Su Changliu and said, "Qingyan? What's going on?"

Su Changliu's well-proportioned and beautiful bones, and his white palm, which was as beautiful as white jade, gently pressed the humming strings, and remained silent.

There was also an uproar off the court.

"Su Changliu, the young master of the Su family? Could it be that this person has a problem with his brain? Su Jiazhuang has quit martial arts for many years, and his willingness to host this conference is enough for everyone in the world. Who else will challenge the young master of the Su family?"

"Damn it, Young Master Su has been sick since he was a child, don't tell me you don't know! Isn't this a bully?!"

"Which sect is this guy from? Why is he so immodest?"

"This is already a malicious challenge, what about the people of the Wulin League? Hurry up and drag this bastard down!"

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Although Sujiazhuang does not enter the martial arts world, the first thing most people in the world think of when suffering is to seek help from Sujiazhuang.

Of course, it is not a martial arts dispute, but a lack of food and clothing, urgent need for money and no way to borrow money.

Or during the famine years, Sujiazhuang opened a storehouse to donate rice noodles and saved the lives of many poor people and common people.

Even those who have never been rescued by Sujiazhuang have heard more or less how good the people in Sujiazhuang are. The young master of Sujiazhuang is famous for his kindness. People resentment?

Some people who knew the inside story were silent, only feeling a little bit sorry but helpless.

They can't fight against the Wulin League. The Wulin League has ruled the world since a hundred years ago. Who dares to say nothing about its orders?

I just hope that this Young Master Su can escape completely in the hands of the Wulin League.

"Qingyan, what are you talking about?" Tang Su pulled Su Changliu's shoulders violently, and the bright red hair band fell down from his hair, swaying gently, and said anxiously, "Don't fight, I'll go down! Anyway, this devil The title is still there, and it’s not a day or two since I disobeyed the rules, so let’s go down and abolish him now..."

Su Changliu remained silent, just looked at Tang Su quietly, the lake-like gentle eyes reflected the stars in Tang Su's eyes, but showed a bit of perseverance and helplessness, and gently patted Tang Su's hand, Said: "I must go."

"If I don't go, the Martial Arts League will directly use this matter to pinpoint Sujiazhuang, and in the name of breaking the rules, settle down in Sujiazhuang, and then..." Su Changliu paused slightly, shaking his head lightly , and then laughed, "Don't worry, nothing will happen, but Zipei has to scold me again."

"Martial arts league? Take Sujiazhuang?" Tang Su was confused, and before he had time to ask, Su Changliu made a silent gesture, signaling to stop talking for now.

Afterwards, Su Changliu got up, and the lotus cloud pattern on the hem of his clothes flowed like water, picked up the guqin beside him, and slowly walked down the high platform.

"Master Su?!"

The sharp-eyed person saw Su Changliu stepping off the high platform, and shouted in astonishment.

Su Changliu tilted his head slightly, with a gentle smile on his light-colored thin lips, which was the same as usual, and nodded lightly at that person, walked up the stone platform leisurely, holding the piano in his arms He gave a slight salute to the man, and said softly, "Please."

The man was slightly startled, the breeze blew past, blowing Su Changliu's pale green wide sleeves, the dark patterns reflected a soft brilliance under the sunlight, but the gorgeous wide-sleeved gown made the young master's body even thinner.

There was a moment of unbearable slipping in the man's heart, and then it was covered up. The man clasped his fists and said in a deep voice, "What an offense!"

Liu Jun stood beside the railing rarely, with unconcealable worry appearing in his eyes.

Tang Su tightened his grip on the railing, his knuckles creaked, and the haze in his eyes covered the starry sky.

It's best that the Qing banquet is fine, if something unexpected happens... Tang Su quietly looked at the man on the field, tracing his appearance inch by inch, engraving it in his heart.

I'll let you know what a real devil is.

The long knife is unsheathed.

Su Changliu flicked his sleeves, sat on the ground, lowered his eyes slightly, placed the Guqin on his knees, pressed the strings lightly with one hand, frowned slightly, and coughed a few times with the other hand touching his lips in discomfort.

The man was slightly stunned, pursed his lips, turned the long knife, pointed the point at Su Changliu's brow, and attacked Su Changliu as fast as a swimming dragon.

"Zheng-"

Bai Yu's long fingers slid across the strings of the qin, and a clang resounded throughout the audience, and then the sound of the qin flowed like a mountain stream, and the man's saber stopped a foot away from Su Chang, unable to move forward half a minute.

There was some invisible barrier that blocked the man's blade. The barrier looked like the hands of a god attracted by the sound of the zither, carefully covering Su Changliu in the palm of his hand, preventing him from being harmed.

The man was stunned for a moment, but he calmed down and continued to attack calmly.

Su Changliu's body couldn't last long.

What he needs to do is not to defeat Su Changliu.

Inside Su's mansion, Su Yiyi was lying on the side of the door with her head tilted, watching Cui Zhu busy in the kitchen.

"Brother Cui Zhu, will Big Brother only come back at night today?"

Cui Zhu stopped what he was doing, turned his head and nodded slightly, and said with a smile: "Yes, the young master is very busy these days, Miss, please don't pester the young master so that the young master can't do things."

Su Yiyi nodded obediently: "I listen to my elder brother most, so I won't disturb him."

Cui Zhu smiled, his star-like eyes sparkled instantly, and he continued to turn his head to prepare the last delicious ingredient for Su Changliu's evening soup.

The young master likes fresh and light tastes, and he has always had a tricky mouth, so he should be extra careful when handling ingredients, so as not to be contaminated with other flavors that shouldn't be contaminated.

Cui Zhu is already very proficient at cooking for Su Changliu, and he can cook even the most common ingredients to suit Su Changliu's appetite.

Cui Zhu was concentrating on slicing the ingredients in his hand into thin slices, but his heart twitched for a moment. The sharp knife in his hand accidentally cut his finger, and the ingredients were suddenly stained with blood.

"Hiss..." Cui Zhu hastily cut off the bloody piece, then wiped the blood off his finger and pressed the wound well.

What is Qingyan doing?

Tang Su was terribly anxious on the high platform, wishing he could rush up and beat the face of the person opposite him.

It was already half a stick of incense, Su Changliu was only defending, and half a point of attack meant nothing.

Damn it... Tang Su gritted his teeth and punched the pillar.

Su Changliu's hand playing the piano paused slightly, looking at the man's sweaty face, he stretched his five fingers across the strings.

The sound of the zither suddenly turned into the sound of golden spears and iron horses, vigorously shaking the man several feet away, the sound of the zither didn't stop, as if an invisible knife attacked the man.

The man's tendons were shaken, the smell of blood rose from his mouth, and his internal energy was not running smoothly, so he hurriedly cupped his fists: "I'm willing to bow down."

Su Changliu held down the humming strings, the sound of the piano paused for a while, nodded slightly, and said softly: "Accept."

Afterwards, Su Changliu stood up with Qin in his arms, smiled at the man, walked over and handed the man a bottle, and said softly, "This is medicine, remember to take it." Watching the man take the medicine, Su Changliu then turned and left.

The man looked down at the small and cold bottle in his palm, and felt a bitter and astringent feeling in his heart. He was very uncomfortable. He pursed his lips again, swallowed the blood foam in his mouth, and tremblingly touched the dark spot on the handle of his knife. grid.

What's in there has been used up.

The man looked at Su Changliu's back, his lips trembled slightly, he lowered his head and said silently——

I am sorry.

My work is done.

"Qingyan!" Tang Su watched Su Changliu come up, and hurriedly rushed over to pull him to look left and right, "How is it? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Su Changliu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and was dragged around like a doll: "It's okay, don't worry."

Tang Su was still worried, but without Mo Chisheng, he wouldn't know how to feel his pulse. Seeing that Su Changliu's expression remained normal, he let go of his hand and sat down again.

It always feels weird.

"Don't worry," Su Changliu put Qin An on the table, sat down by himself, took the ginseng tea that Bai Qi brought over, and took a sip, "I have a measure."

Bai Qi was anxious to death at first, but as a maid, she couldn't say much in this situation, and she was relieved to see Su Changliu come back safely.

It's good that the young master is fine.

"Qingyan." Liu Jun, who was supposed to be on the high platform of the Kunlun School, came over, frowned slightly, and stretched out his hand to hold Su Changliu's wrist.

Although Liu Junze's medical skills were not as good as Mo Chisheng's, he still knew how to ask pulse.

The pulse condition is the same.

Liu Jun's slightly furrowed brows relaxed.

Su Changliu didn't know whether to cry or laugh, why did everyone think that something would happen to him?

"You two...cough cough!" Su Changliu hadn't finished speaking, he felt a pain and itching in his chest, and the air he breathed seemed to be scorching hot, and he coughed violently, his body trembling with the coughing .

Tang Su hurriedly stretched out his hand to pat someone on the back.

Liu Junze's expression froze, and he squatted down and was about to grab Su Changliu's wrist to check his pulse again, but Su Changliu suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, which stained Liu Junze's white clothes red.

There is a faint blackness in the blood.

When Bai Qi saw it, he was immediately taken aback.

The old disease relapsed.

How is it possible to relapse? !The young master has a good drink of medicine!

Tang Su reacted faster, and immediately pressed Su Changliu, the tip of his nose moved slightly, and he almost sniffed against Su Changliu's body with his whole body.

In addition to the usual smell of medicine, there is also a very light, very shallow, weird fragrance.

……

Tang Su pulled Liu Jun and said, "You go back to the Su Mansion with the Qingyan on your back first! I'll go find Zipei!"

Tang Su's lightness kung fu was perfect, so he could go find the elusive Mo Chisheng.

Liu Jun nodded slightly, grabbed Su Changliu's wrist and carried him on his back, supported Su Changliu's body, and jumped off the high platform with his wide sleeves flying, like a huge crane flying. .

"Liu Immortal?"

Someone was competing on the field, and the people below were watching seriously. One of them inadvertently glanced and saw Liu Jun wearing a black and white Taoist robe blowing in the wind, and couldn't help but be astonished.

Then I saw the dazzling bright red in the snow-white.

blood.

When Liu Jun fell to the ground, his wide sleeves dropped, revealing the face of the man behind him.

"Master Su?!"

The man was shocked, and the Young Master Su who blurted out made everyone look over there in unison.

Liu Jun, on the other hand, didn't even bother to give them an indifferent glance. He tiptoed to the ground, and hurried back to the Su residence with Su Changliu on his back.

Tang Su ran in another direction.

Mo Chisheng said this morning that he went to that mountain to collect herbs.

The crowd became agitated, and some people from the rivers and lakes who had been rescued by Sujiazhuang talked a lot, and those who were impatient had already followed Liu Junze to Su's mansion.

Tang Su could only hear the sound of the wind, and the inner force of the soles of his feet circulated, almost turning into a phantom, and rushed to the edge of Sujiazhuang, at the foot of a mountain shrouded in blue clouds.

Mo Chi was born inside.

Tang Su stopped, took out the bamboo flute from his waist, brought it to his lips, and a sharp sound resounded through the sky.

One sound after another, Tang Su walked towards the mountain forest step by step, the sharp whistle sounded like a phoenix mourning, startling countless birds in the mountains.

After about half a stick of incense, Tang Su blew until his lips became dry. Suddenly, an eagle howled from the sky, and Mo Chisheng jumped off the eagle's back.

The ink-colored wide sleeves looked like the wings of some huge black bird, and it landed in front of Tang Su, with a medicine basket on his back, which contained only half a basket of herbs. Mo Chi looked at Tang Su angrily, and said angrily, "You kid, hurry up!" !"

Tang Su put down his flute and said anxiously, "Zipei! Go back to Su Mansion!"

"What's the matter?" Mo Chisheng looked at Tang Su's unusually anxious expression, hurriedly called his giant eagle, pulled him up, and the giant eagle spread its wings and flew into the blue sky.

"Qing Yan's old illness has relapsed!"

The Su Mansion is now almost in turmoil.

Su Changliu was placed on the bed, coughing up blood unceasingly, his already pale face became paler at this moment.

Bai Qi hurriedly ordered the medicine to be decocted, and hurried to find a doctor.

Seeing her elder brother coughing up blood and being carried back by Liu Junze, Su Yiyi began to cry immediately, and several maids hurriedly coaxed the little girl to stop crying.

Su Yiyi didn't listen, and ran into Su Changliu's bedroom crying, holding Su Changliu's hand, her little face flushed from crying, tears rolling out of her eyes, sobbing, "Brother! Hiccup!" ...Woo...Brother, don't die...I will be obedient..."

"Hey...it's okay..." Su Changliu suppressed his cough, and reluctantly stretched out his hand to pat Su Yiyi's head, "Let big brother rest for a while...cough..."

"Qingyan!" Tang Su dragged Mo Chisheng in and rushed in. Seeing Su Yiyi who was crying beside him, he quickly reached out and hugged the little girl, "Hey, don't disturb Brother Chisheng for treatment. Let's go out, your elder brother must It'll be fine."

Su Yiyi's small nose twitched from crying, she nodded obediently, her eyes were red from crying and looked at Su Changliu: "Brother..."

Tang Su just glanced at Su Changliu and Mo Chisheng, pursed his lips, and walked out with Su Yiyi in his arms.

"Su Changliu! You really want to piss me off, don't you!" Mo Chisheng shouted angrily, stretched out his hand to hold Su Changliu's wrist, his eyes were gloomy, but after a while, he was stunned.

Su Changliu tilted his head slightly, forced a smile and looked at Mo Chisheng, but his face was so pale that it made one's heart chill: "I thought, ahem...you'll be fine if you use the most gentle moves...cough..."

"..." Mo Chisheng said nothing, just reached out and peeled off Su Changliu's clothes, then opened the medicine box beside him, took out the needle bag, took out several silver needles of different lengths, and slowly stuck them on the corresponding acupuncture points , and waited until Su Changliu's coughing up blood subsided a little, then said in a deep voice——

"It's not your fault this time."

There was nothing unusual about the pulse condition on the surface, it was almost exactly the same as the pulse condition when the old disease relapsed, almost fooled him, and only after careful inspection did he discover the subtle weirdness in the pulse condition.

...Someone used some kind of medicine to forcibly stimulate Su Changliu's old illness.

Outside the door, Su Yiyi finally stopped crying, sniffed her nose, the tip of her nose was red, and looked at Tang Su: "Is brother really all right?"

Tang Su knelt down, looked seriously into Su Yiyi's eyes, and said softly, "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be fine."

Su Yiyi was still worried, Bai Qi originally wanted to take her back to the room, but she stubbornly shook her head, saying that she must wait until Mo Chi was born and confirmed that her eldest brother was really fine before going back.

Liu Jun always likes to be clean, but at this moment he is wearing the blood-stained and somewhat dirty Taoist robe, standing there quietly.

Tang Su let out a foul breath in his chest, and there was a bloody glint in his eyes, like the eyes of a wild beast.

That strange smell...

Cui Zhu naturally also heard the movement here, but after asking about the situation, he disappeared.

Mo Chisheng was sweating profusely at this moment. Although Su Changliu's old disease had relapsed because of the medicine, it had already relapsed, and even removing the medicine would not change anything.

Fortunately, there is still time for treatment.

Mo Chisheng almost exhausted all his life's knowledge to barely suppress Su Changliu's sudden old illness, but it could only temporarily relieve the symptoms of coughing up blood.

If you don't pay attention, the relapse will get worse, and you will have to rest for a few days, and you must not use the piano for half a minute.

The sun had already set into the west mountain, and there was only a trace of blood left in the sky.

Ren Yun was waiting for the boat at the pier.

A brand-new crimson brocade robe reflected blood red light in the afterglow of residual blood, and even the icy, pure, and snow-white jade pendant adorned on the waist was stained blood-colored.

The folding fan was still in his hand, but there was a somewhat bulging ink blue brocade pouch on the side of his waist, and he didn't know what was in it.

A brown straw rope is wrapped around the wrist, and a jar of wine hangs from the end.

Ren Yun looked at the calm river surface, the last ray of blood in the sky was reflected in the blue eyes, which looked like the eyes of some kind of ominous, ferocious beast.

When a small boat docked, the boatman cheerfully cupped his hands: "My lord has been waiting for a long time, I forgot the time just now."

Ren Yun evoked a gentle smile, lowered his eyes, and said softly: "It's okay, I'm sorry to trouble you." Then, a piece of silver fell into the boatman's hand.

The boatman put it away cheerfully, and Ren Yun boarded the boat without entering the cabin. He gently put the jar of wine beside him, and sat quietly on the bow of the boat watching the streak of blood disappear into the sky.

Ren Yun was still smiling, but it was a little more inexplicably, like a vicious wolf with a ferocious and cruel expression when hunting some easy prey.

Wulin League, the meeting ceremony of these strongholds, do you know if you are satisfied?

Speaking of which, this time I actually got unexpected information.

Ren Yun rubbed the belly of the wine jar with his fingertips, as if he had thought of something, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, a puddle of soft water filled his eyes, and even his expression softened, like a big cat squinting comfortably , actually revealing a bit of docility, but it was only for a moment, and then there was the same nasty smile as before.

I don't know which one will you choose first in the Wulin League to deal with the Sujiazhuang or the enemy who wiped out the Wulin?

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