Little Ancestor, Marry Me

Chapter 3

The people in the night market come and go, it is very lively. In summer, the business of teahouses and restaurants is even hotter. But today, the business of a restaurant seems to be too good. There are three floors inside and three floors outside, and the inside is full of people. Drinkers, people from outside can hardly squeeze in.

Someone curiously pulled the person who had managed to get out of it, winked, and asked curiously, "Hey, what's going on inside? Why are there so many people?"

"Hey, let's watch the fun!" The man muttered a few words, and straightened his messy hair when he squeezed out, "Two quack brothers are fighting for a drink, good guy! That's a really good drinker! Ordinary people drink three jars at most, and then we don’t admire immortals, but these two have drunk almost ten jars! They are not drunk at all! There are dealers going to start a game."

There was a lively scene in the restaurant, and the second floor was already overcrowded. The rest of the people sat in the lobby and yelled at the waiter to get some wine and peanuts to pass the time. point.

Tang Su stepped on the bench with one foot, holding an empty wine jar in his hand, hiccupped lightly, frowned slightly, looked at the normal-looking Ren Yun across the way, and clicked his tongue.

This guy has a good drinker...Grandma's, I can't hold on to a few more jars, it seems that there will be no way out for a while, I have to find a way to get out.

Ren Yun was calm and composed, shaking a painting fan comfortably, with a pile of empty wine jars rolling by his feet, and said softly with a smile on his face: "Continue?"

It was clearly an extremely gentle tone, but Tang Su clearly caught the almost imperceptible dangerous aura that flashed past in that tone, and there was a hint of joy in it.

Like a vile cat catching a mouse, slowly and calmly, appreciating the struggle of the prey who seems to be in the pocket, as if to say, you are doomed.

Tang Su raised his eyebrows: "Naturally, continue."

Just as the two drank a sip of strong wine at the same time, there was an angry drink filled with inner breath, shaking the people at the door: "Tang Su! You devil! Don't even think about leaving today!"

Tang Su was startled by this anger, he choked his throat with a mouthful of strong wine, coughed half to death before recovering, raised his hand to wipe away the choked tears, rolled his eyeballs, and laughed.

Isn't the solution here?

Seven or eight middle-aged men walked in, all holding long knives.

The leader was a middle-aged man in a martial robe with arrow sleeves, tiger eyes and sword eyebrows, and a long knife.

That shout didn't deter many spectators, but attracted a group of spectators who didn't think it was a big deal.

Anyway, if you can't hit yourself, you will be fine.

The restaurant was still full of people, those in the lobby were a little scattered, whispering to each other, and those on the second floor poked their heads out from the railing, looking down curiously.

Ren Yun's eyes showed a bit of haze, but it was covered by the gentleness of the spring wind and rain for a moment, and the painting fan gently shook his voice: "Is Mr. Tang's enemy?"

Tang Su still had that naughty smile, leaning his elbows on the table and resting his face on his palms, he said with a smile: "Who knows, there are eight hundred people who want to kill me if there are not one thousand, sir. How can you remember it?"

The group of people walked around the lobby, but they couldn't find anyone, and wanted to go upstairs, but there were too many people to squeeze in.

The middle-aged man shouted angrily again: "Tang Su! Get out!"

"Hey, grandson!" Tang Su pushed aside the crowd with a smile, folded his arms, and lay lazily on the railing, "Why are you calling your grandfather?"

The middle-aged man choked, and said angrily: "You are still talking fast when you are about to die! Today, you, the devil, will be blood-splattered on the spot! Give the martial arts decency an explanation!"

Tang Su plucked his ears with his little finger, and said with a smile, "Oh, I'm scared."

Ren Yun looked at Tang Su's appearance, pressed his folding fan against his thin lips, and gave a low laugh.

This little ancestor...

The middle-aged man didn't say much anymore, and with a wave of his hand, the young men rose into the air one after another. The long knives in their hands were unsheathed, and the shining blade made a sound of piercing through the air, and suddenly attacked Tang Su's neck.

The middle-aged man obviously didn't take Tang Su seriously. Before he came here, he had heard how terrifying Tang Su was. Now it seemed that he was just a brat. He didn't know why he hadn't been taken down yet. Because he was worried about Tang Sect, but he didn't have to worry about it, the people behind him would naturally deal with it.

When the crowd of onlookers saw the shining blade, most of the nearby people dispersed with a bang, leaving only some bold ones watching from a distance.

Tang Su seemed helpless. These days, there are idiots every year, especially this year. Did you jump over so proactively and rush over to make your grandpa a target?

Seeing how cute and silly you are, and helping grandpa, I don't want your lives.

Tang Su raised his hand, a cold light flashed in his hand, and a small sharp dart whizzed out, piercing into the shoulders of the young men with a puff, the young men suffered from pain, the strength in his hand disappeared immediately, and the long knife fell down.

Immediately afterwards, several iron balls struck and hit the gas gathering place in the lower abdomen fiercely, and the force was relieved with light work, and fell to the ground with a muffled sound, and it was not known whether the leg was broken or not.

When the middle-aged man saw that his disciple was injured, his anger burned his mind completely, the long knife flew into his hand with a buzzing sound, and his figure shook.

Before Tang Su could react, the middle-aged man had already flashed in front of him. The long saber was radiant, exuding cold air, carrying the momentum of piercing the air, and looked at his neck with the wind of the saber, wanting to slash him Tang traced his head.

Tang Su narrowed his eyes, and his figure suddenly became shorter, making an extremely flexible iron bridge avoid the blow, but he didn't get up immediately, but instead used his hands to support the ground suddenly, his figure suddenly turned over, his legs Brought a strong wind to hit the man's waist.

The man couldn't dodge and was kicked hard, his eyes turned red suddenly, he stabilized his figure and turned the long knife, and the strong wind hit again.

Tang Su didn't touch head-on, he touched the ground and flew back to avoid the wind of the knife. He touched his waist and found a short knife as thin as a cicada's wing with a handle decorated with fine gems. He turned around and stepped on it. Behind the colonnade, he bent his knees and kicked, and used his strength to rush forward to receive the blow.

Swords meet, sparks fly.

Tang Su's sword was short, while the opponent's sword was long. Tang Su was at a disadvantage when he pressed the sword, and he could barely block the blade and prevent himself from being injured.

The man took the opportunity to add three points of strength, his eyes showed killing intent, and the cold light blade pressed down inch by inch, approaching Tang Su's cheek.

Tang Su's eyes were bent, he took a deep breath, opened the blade vigorously with his wrist, stepped back quickly to open the distance, held the knife in front of him with his right hand, and put his left hand behind his back.

The man looked at Tang Su with his left hand behind his back, and sneered, he was dying, and he was still thinking of playing tricks, he was just a brat.

Tang Su was not in a hurry or annoyed, he walked around the man leisurely, and said with a smile, "What's wrong? Are you scared?"

The restaurant is now empty, and the spectators saw that it seemed that someone was really going to make a fuss, so they slipped clean for fear of getting burned.

Ren Yun took a cup from nowhere, poured a glass of wine and took a sip, watching Tang Su who was fighting with interest, with soft water flowing in his eyes.

The little ancestor is fine, so I won't interfere, so as not to make him unhappy.

The man let out a cold snort, ignoring Tang Su's provocation, turned the long knife, and the point of the knife was facing Tang Su's throat, suddenly his figure flashed, and the blade hummed faintly with the force of thunder and lightning.

Tang Su held the dagger in his hand, he advanced instead of retreating, and actually faced the tip of the knife with his body. Even Ren Yun was slightly startled when he knew that this ancestor was very measured, and almost couldn't help but strike.

Just when Tang Su was about to be pierced by the long knife, the figure slid past the long knife like a ghost.

The man was startled, he had a bad secret, but he didn't have time to change his body shape.

Tang Su smiled lightly, brushed the blade and passed by, turned the dagger in his hand, only heard the muffled sound of flesh being ripped open, and the blade of the dagger sank into the joint of the man's right arm.

All that remained was the gleaming gem-encrusted hilt and the blood-stained tip at the other end.

The man only felt a sharp pain in his right hand. In an instant, his right arm lost all strength, and the long knife fell to the ground with a clang.

Tang Su smiled with the same handsome appearance, but the cruelty in his eyes made people shudder, and he held the handle of the knife with a pleasant smile.

There was a bloody hole in the man's right arm, and then Tang Su pulled out the blade fiercely, and the metal grazed against the bone, causing another sharp pain.

The man's face turned pale from the pain, and he felt as if his right arm had left his body. He gritted his teeth and covered his arm, his bloodshot eyes stared at Tang Su, and said viciously, "Devil! One day you will be punished!"

Tang Su lazily put away the blood-stained dagger. He had heard this kind of words countless times, and it had long been ignored. Seeing the resentment on the man's face, he suddenly felt amused: "Who made this You guys are going to kill people if you disagree? Did I offend you? I don’t even know you. It’s your own fault."

The man's face was quite ugly, and he didn't know whether it was pain or anger. He spat viciously and cursed again: "There are mother-born and no mother-raised dogs! How long have you been arrogant?! Sooner or later, I will thank you!" I want your dog's life!"

Tang Su walked over with a smile, pressed Xie Feng's shoulder, and was as affectionate as an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.

Xie Feng covered the bleeding wound and looked at him vigilantly, only to hear a bone brittle sound, Xie Feng's expression twisted immediately, his left leg was stepped on the knee by Tang Su, and the joint was broken, Xie Feng knelt on the ground.

Tang Su stepped on his shoulder again, stomped him to the ground grinningly, leaned down and chuckled lightly, and said in an extremely gentle tone, "I don't want your life, I'll ruin your legs and hands, I'll give you a little Lesson, if you shouldn't scold, don't scold, don't care about things."

Tang Su kicked Xie Feng, put away his hostility, and looked like a smiling hooligan again, turning his head to look at Ren Yun: "Look, I'm not in the mood to drink now, and the bet is void."

Tang Su reckoned that once he refused, he would make use of the topic himself. Who knew that when Ren Yun heard this, he just froze, and said gently, "It's up to you."

Now Tang Su was a little confused, the person sent by the dead scum was so easy to talk to?The prepared set of rhetoric suddenly became useless, feeling a little unhappy in his heart, he kicked Xie Feng again, narrowed his eyes and walked up to Ren Yun, leaned over, and seemed to be kissing him an inch further, a word After a pause, he said: "Then you can follow along, don't hinder the master."

Ren Yun looked at the pale pink lips that were close at hand, with a sneer on them, warm breath came, and the smell of wine just now dyed them, sparks seemed to flicker in his eyes.

He was not drunk at first, but the aroma of the wine penetrated into the heart and lungs, but it was very intoxicating, almost to the point of intoxicating people's mind and losing all their senses.

Fortunately, after Tang Su finished speaking, he let out a cold snort and left.

Ren Yun watched Tang Su go straight to the door, and subconsciously wanted to follow, but then looked at the people lying on the ground and Xie Feng with broken hands and legs, stopped, and squatted in front of Xie Feng with a chuckle. Softly said: "What did you just scold my little ancestor?"

Xie Feng was taken aback, looking at this handsome man, it seemed that he didn't realize what he was talking about for a while.

"A dog with a mother and no mother?" Ren Yun smiled lowly, gently pressing his folding fan against his forehead, "Soon, someone will know what it means to have a mother but not a mother. "

Xie Feng was a little dizzy, but still shouted angrily: "What do you mean?!"

"Literally." Ren Yun got up indifferently, looked down at Xie Feng, laughed, and said slowly, "Xie Feng, one of the branch masters of Beiming Changdaotang, is 36 years old, has a wife and a concubine, and only son Xie Shang - six years old."

Xie Feng suddenly opened his eyes wide, gritted his teeth, and stared at Ren Yun viciously, as if he wanted to pluck a piece of flesh from him.

Ren Yun looked at Xie Feng, and said indifferently: "It's a pity that your mother has already raised you, so I have no choice but to settle for the next best thing... The father's debt is paid by the son. It's really a pity. Mrs. Zun heard that she has a gentle temperament and a beautiful appearance. Ruojiaohua, it's a pity that the beauty is unlucky."

"Shuzi, how dare you?!"

"Why don't you dare?" Ren Yun smiled gently, "What I don't dare to do is to make my little ancestor unhappy."

Then Ren Yun casually retracted the folding fan, his eyes were full of tenderness, and looked helplessly at the door where Tang Su had disappeared.

The little ancestor ran too fast.

The moonlight is just right.

The night was getting dark, and the noisy night market gradually quieted down. Tang Su walked out of the busiest area, and the road gradually became deserted, with occasional cicadas singing.

Tang Su searched for an inn and knocked on the door. The waiter who was guarding the door opened the door with a sleepy look on his face. Seeing a handsome young man standing outside alone, he asked, "Guest officer, are you staying at the inn?"

Tang Su said yes, and asked for an upper room, Xiaoer led him up, and Tang Su threw him a piece of silver and asked him to fetch hot water.

Xiao Er, who had collected the broken silver, cupped his hands and trot down to boil hot water for others.

Tang Su yawned and collapsed on the bed, his long legs were raised and dangling, his little hands and feet were very nimble, and he quickly filled the bathtub with hot water.

"Guest officer, what else do you need?"

"No more." Tang Su waved his hand wearily.

The little errand grunted, retreated out in a proper manner, and was led to the door, rubbed his eyes and prepared to go back to meet Duke Zhou.

Tang Su stood up, stretched out his hand to untie the hair tie, his ink-splashed long hair fell down, and carefully folded the hair tie and placed it in a corner of the bed.

Fingers slid through the belt, and the belt just slid to the ground. He swiftly removed the concealed weapons hidden on his body and piled them up in a pile. Barefoot, he yawned and walked to the tub, all his clothes peeled off.

Just as Xiao Er lay back down, the knock on the door rang again.

Xiaoer muttered what was going on today, and came to the hotel one after another in the middle of the night.

The door opened, Ren Yun smiled and cupped his hands to the little girl, and said gently: "Did a gentleman in Tsing Yi check in just now? I was with him, and I accidentally got separated in the night market."

Seeing Ren Yun's friendly face, the little girl nodded without asking any further questions: "Yes, do you want me to take you up there?"

"No need." Ren Yun stretched out his hand to touch the purse at his waist, but it was empty. His heart moved and he smiled helplessly, so he had to take out the money from his sleeve and hand it to Xiaoer, "Excuse me, there is an empty room next to him." ?”

"Have."

Xiao Er took Ren Yun up after collecting the money, and asked him if he wanted hot water, Ren Yun smiled and said no, and waited for Xiao Er to go downstairs, drank a cup of tea and calmed down, and then There was a knock on Tang Su's door.

Hearing a lazy sound coming in from inside, Ren Yun pushed open the door and saw the scene inside clearly, but his throat tightened.

Tang Su had just come out of the bathtub, his body was still covered with water, and the warm candles in the room were dimly lit, as if covered with a veil of ambiguity.

When he was in Tangmen, Tang Su spent almost all day in a secret room where the sun was not visible. His whole body was as white as a high-quality mutton fat jade, with a lustrous luster, and a faint red after being soaked in hot water.

The muscle lines are beautiful and well-proportioned. Water drops slide down the lines, creating a beautiful scene. Tang Su is standing on the ground with bare feet, wiping his hair with a white towel. He didn't hear the person at the door for a long time. He looked up and said, "Hello..."

Ren Yun slammed the door shut with a bang.

Tang Su looked bewildered. Hearing the sound of footsteps going away quickly, he came back to his senses and rolled his eyes: "What's wrong?"

The stars and shadows sink to the west.

Ren Yun ran to a secluded forest, punched a tree trunk, startled a nest of birds, and the leaves rustled and fell.

Ren Yun exhaled the turbid breath of chest tightness, thinking of the letter from his mother, silently banged his head against the tree.

son!According to your description, you can't be hard on this kind of person!Step by step to soften the rigid!Men in the Central Plains like those with a gentler personality!A small leak will sink a great ship!

……

Terrible.

A person slowly walked out of the night. This person was nine feet long, with honey-colored skin, blade-thin lips, and a pair of green eyes that looked like the eyes of a beast, or emerald beads. The robe seemed to be dyed with brilliance. At this moment, those green eyes were full of astonishment, and it took a long time before he spoke: "Ren...Young Master Ren?"

Ren Yun's movement of bumping into the tree paused, then he turned around silently, swaying his folding fan, with a gentle smile that was the same as usual, and said indifferently: "Urs?"

Urs nodded slightly, his thin lips pursed slightly, as if he was considering his words, and after a while, he said, "Why... hit a tree?"

"..." Ren Yun folded his fan and smiled, "It's nothing, you read it wrong."

"..." Urs was silent for a while, and then said, "Then, why do you want to pay Mr. Tang?"

Ren Yun asked back: "Urs, why did I go to Tangmen?"

"Isn't it to fulfill the request of the saint... your mother?"

Ren Yun smiled and said, "Yes, I'm trying to find a way to fulfill her request."

Urs looked at Ren Yun blankly, as if asking.

"Take Tang Su back."

Urs thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't figure out what the relationship between the two was. It was not in their plan to abduct Tang Su, or in other words, it was out of the question.

Ren Yun didn't explain to Urs, but just smiled and said: "I have my own measure, just do your own thing."

Urs didn't intend to leave, so he just stood there and said seriously: "Mr. Tang ran out, about three years ago. Mr. Ren was entrusted by the sect master to bring him back, about three years ago."

"I don't intend to bring him back to the Tang Sect."

"... But, Mr. Ren, you have paid for three years of unjust money, Mr. Tang seems to have...know you just now?"

"..."

"...Since you have to turn back, why don't you just knock him out and take him back?" Urs turned his head in doubt, "Save the trouble."

Ren Yun sighed: "Urs, that won't work."

Ren Yun looked at Urs still incomprehensible, and added: "In that case, he will hate me very much."

Just like in his hometown, he saw before that his uncle brought back a woman from the Central Plains. Si satin, that uncle who used to be aloof, like a god enshrining himself, humbly tried his best to please the woman, but Ren Yun clearly remembered that there was only endless disgust and hatred in the woman's eyes.

……

If he tied Tang Su back, would Tang Su look at him in the same way?

Or with Tang Su's temperament... the swords are facing each other, fighting each other to the death, never ending?

Ren Yun didn't dare to try.

Urs didn't say much, although he still didn't understand much, but he had no right to control what Ren Yun did, and the question just now was just curiosity, and then Urs nodded to Ren Yun, saying Lips told him: "The fish have moved north."

Ren Yun nodded silently, and tapped the end of the fan handle with his index finger.

Urs nodded slightly, and disappeared into the night again.

Ren Yun also turned around and left, returning to the inn.

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