The villain's guide to throwing blame

"Will the mage accompany me for a drink?"

Seeing the smile on his face that seemed to be the same as before, Yue Chen was silent, then nodded slowly.

The night was quiet, the breeze quietly slipped through the courtyard, and the two walked on the path one after the other.Young Master Feng, who was wearing a loose robe, walked in front carrying the wine jar, uncharacteristically silent on the road.

The monk behind him held the rosary and moved his thumb slightly, but he never moved a single bead.Yuechen looked at the back in front of him silently, there was a bit of impenetrable deep emotion hidden in the depths of his quiet eyes, and he couldn't find it after blinking his eyelashes.

After being silent all the way, Feng Ling stopped in front of a cloud pine tree in the outer courtyard, the moonlight fell from the top of the tree, and the tree shadows cut into fine pieces by the branches and leaves projected on the round table not far away.

"boom--"

There was a light knocking sound, and Yue Chen looked over at the sound, only to see Feng Ling lowered his eyes, put down the wine jar, and habitually took out the tea set from Qian Kun's bag.

It is said that he is asked to drink with the monk, but in fact it is just drinking tea and drinking alone.

Feng Ling didn't open his mouth, and Yue Chen didn't take the initiative to talk, just sat down in silence, watching the young people drink in silence one after another, until the half-jar was down and the alcohol gradually rose, Feng Ling broke the atmosphere of silence.

"Master, have I mentioned my master to you?" His clear voice was a little hoarse, and the end of the sentence was a little long. He was obviously a little drunk, "He is also a monk."

At this moment, Yuechen raised his head and looked at him.

Feng Ling paused, before continuing: "But he is a liar."

……

In fact, Young Master Feng has not always been a young master in his life. His young master's life began when he was found by Feng's family at the age of nine.Before that, he had been a little beggar in the mortal world.

When he met the thin monk at the age of six, he was facing one of the most important battles in his short life. Many years later, the young master still put this battle and the encirclement and suppression of the blood demon hand and the capture of the traitor Kazama on the same page. On the same level, the danger and excitement can be seen.

At that time, he had been begging for food in a village for a long time, and found out which family had the best food, which family used more oil in cooking, and which family looked rich but ate boiled vegetables all day long. Dried radish.

During the New Year's Eve, the butcher in the village slaughtered a fat sow and made the dishes so oily that even his family's dog shared a large pot of braised pork and rice.

For Feng Qi'er, who hadn't thought that he would still have such a rich and well-fed life in the future, this can be said to be a rare full meal in a year.

If he can win that dog.

The butcher's dog is an out-and-out wolfhound, and because he eats so much all day, he grows tall and strong, with a shiny coat and sharp teeth and claws. An outright vicious dog.

At that time, Feng Ling, who was already starving and dizzy, was so envious of the bowl of braised pork. With his blood and desire, he fought with the big dog, found a gap, picked up the meat and ran desperately.While running, he stuffed meat into his mouth.

So Feng Ling, who appeared in front of the skinny monk, left him with such an impression. The dirty and thin monkey-like man had a hideous expression on his face, and his hands were like starving ghosts desperately trying to put them into his mouth. Stuffed with flesh, his body was tattered with many openings, some of which were bloody and bloody, and behind him was a ferocious wolf dog that was chasing after him.

The scene was too shocking. Afterwards, Feng Ling felt that the skinny monk must have been suppressed by his aura of swallowing mountains and rivers, so he didn't rescue him immediately when he saw him, but he just shot when he was almost choked to death. .

The thin monk didn't say a word about this statement, why bother with a child, he just couldn't tell the difference between tragic and tragic scenes.

After the skinny monk finally reacted, he ran over quickly, rescued the half-dead little beggar from the dog's mouth, and then patted the mouthful of flesh stuck in his throat.

Feng Ling, who finally managed to catch his breath, raised his eyes to look at the monk who rescued him, and immediately fainted with shock, exhaustion and grief and indignation of suddenly losing the fat in his mouth.

When he woke up again, what came into view was the quietly burning bonfire and the monk sitting cross-legged beside the bonfire.The monk had a benevolent face of a natural Buddha, not smiling, but not frivolous, but his body was thin and a little stooped.

Under the warm yellow light of the fire, there was a bit more mysterious and dusty atmosphere. The man obviously woke up after hearing the change in his breath and opened his eyes, looking over calmly and gently.

At that time, Feng Ling felt that the god of heaven was just like this,

"I don't know where the little benefactor's house is?"

"I don't have a home."

The thin monk was not surprised when he heard the words, he paused slightly and then asked warmly, "The poor monk sees that your aptitude is different, and it happens that the poor monk wanders by here, would you like to be my lay disciple and wander with me? "

"Should I shave my hair too?" Feng Ling asked blankly.

The skinny monk heard the hesitation and doubt in his words, and couldn't help laughing, "No, it's just a registered disciple. If you enter my sect as a direct disciple, you will be ordained."

"Okay, then I'll go with you." Tong Sheng answered the monk's request crisply.

From that day on, Feng Ling followed the skinny monk to walk in the mortal world, wandering the rivers and lakes.

If the two pass through towns, they can find a local Buddhist temple to live in for a while. If they live in the wilderness, they can't choose any environment, such as dilapidated temple huts, which are good places to shelter from the wind and rain.

He followed the skinny monk from the south to the north all the way, walked through the mountain stream, walked through the prosperous market, and went all the way to the capital. .

In three years, Fengling accompanied the thin monk to travel all over the Central Plains, and gradually grew from a child to a young boy.

The skinny monk chose a name for Feng Ling, but because he didn't know his surname, he used his layman's surname as Su Ling.

The thin monk told Feng Ling that he was a Buddhist monk who had descended from Shaolin Temple for generations, but Feng Ling refused to believe it.

Although he is a little beggar, he also knows that there are no traces of immortals in the world, and only a few mysterious immortal traces are left behind to convince future generations of the existence of immortals.

But apart from his better physique, stronger strength, and milder temper, the skinny monk didn't see anything different at all.No matter what, he couldn't believe that the master who looked like an ordinary monk would be a fairy in ordinary people's mouth.

"Master, do you really know the magic of immortality?"

"Of course it will." The monk said with a gentle smile.

"Then why don't you ever use it?"

"I came down the mountain as a teacher to understand the mortal mind. If you use spells, there will be a lot of troubles. It's better not to use them. But if Ling'er wants to learn, the teacher can guide you on your behalf."

Feng Ling, who had been a ghost since he was a child, believed what his master said with suspicion.

Whether it is true or not, if the master says it can be taught, there must be something that can be taught, whether it is immortality or ordinary martial arts, it is good to have a skill.

From that day on, Feng Ling stood up every day, carried a bucket and ran, learning the so-called Shaolin Temple basic palm techniques given to him by the skinny monk, day after day, until the day they separated.

Feng Ling's voice stopped abruptly, and he slowly looked away, looking at the bright moonlight covering the shrubs and flowers without any cover, and taking another sip of wine with the beauty of this moonlit night.

"And then?" Yuechen's steady voice reached his ears.

He turned his head in surprise, and saw Master Yuechen staring at him seriously. The teacup in front of him was steaming, as if he was obsessed with knowing the final outcome.

Unexpectedly, he actually listened carefully from the beginning to the end, and a rare curiosity arose,

Feng Ling sneered, "Didn't I say that he is a liar? Do you really think he is a senior from your Shaolin Temple?"

He looked at the brows that the monk unconsciously frowned upon hearing the words, and said indifferently, "One day later, he told me that he was going back and couldn't take me with him, so he left me in a ruined temple and left. I waited for him in that temple for seven days, almost starved to death, and later was found by the Feng family by accident."

Listening to the young man's casual follow-up, Yuechen's forehead twitched. This ending was obviously fabricated in a perfunctory way, and at worst it covered up the most crucial part of it.

He gently stroked the tea cup in front of him with his fingertips, and lowered his eyes. The young master of the Feng family was taken away from the Feng family when he was a child, and he was only found when he was a teenager. This is indeed a well-known rumor, but the details, except for the Feng family, No one is quite clear, otherwise, who would have thought that this golden and precious young master would have such a down-and-out past.

Feng Ling looked at the monk sitting opposite him, and saw that his eyelids were slightly closed, and the heat was steaming up, blurring in front of him, making the expression on his face a little blurry, although he couldn't see clearly, but the young master knew clearly, If the monk can believe this, he will be a ghost.

He thought for a while, then stood up again, staggered into a set of boxing starting postures, then punched, turned his head and asked: "This is what he taught me back then, you say, this is your Shaolin Temple boxing?"

The style of punching was not strong enough, and the number of punches was too weird, Yuechen could tell at a glance that it was obviously not produced by Shaolin Temple.

Seeing that the monk was still silent, and he didn't know whether he believed what he said just now, Feng Ling was a little impatient at this moment. He sat back on his seat nonchalantly, patted the third jar of spirits he brought, and gurgled I filled half an altar.

Seeing this drinking method, Yuechen frowned. He looked at the empty jar on the ground, and a picture flashed in his mind, but he recalled the scene after the young master drank with him not long ago.

No, you can't let him drink it.

Suddenly, he had a bad premonition, the monk stood up, and was about to hold down his hand that opened the altar, but Feng Ling seemed to have expected it, and turned his wrist flexibly, blocking Yuechen's hand Going back, he touched his waist with one hand.

"Qiang——"

With a sharp and clear long cry, the long sword at Feng Ling's waist was unsheathed abruptly following his movements.

The ferocious surging sword intent struck, and Yue Chen took a few steps back unexpectedly.

At this time, Feng Ling stood up holding the long sword in his hand, and the sharp and cold power poured out from him in all directions. He reached out with the long sword, and the tip of the sword vainly touched Yue Chen's face.

"I said, you are not allowed to go, if you want to go, I will kill you."

Under Fengling's sudden attack, Yuechen held the rosary in his hand and remained motionless like a mountain.He calmly looked at Feng Ling's eyes with traces of madness and murderous intent, and he could clearly see the somewhat dazed look in his eyes.

Drunk again, some helplessness and a few traces of secret anger rose in his heart.

Yue Chen stared straight at Feng Ling, who was somewhat delirious, ignored the sword tip in front of him, and replied in a low and soothing voice: "I won't go."

Hearing this, Feng Ling seemed a little dazed.

Yue Chen took a step forward, gently brushed aside the not-so-firm sword with one finger, and slowly approached the drunk Feng Ling, and when he walked in front of the young man, he said another word softly.

"Don't be afraid."

Feng Ling's eyes changed, and he turned back to staring at the monk in front of him.

"Bang-"

The young man quickly dropped the sword in his hand, hugged Yuechen tightly with both hands, buried his face in his chest, and gasped for several times before recovering.

Feeling the hot moon dust on the chest: "..."

A few small sobs seemed to be swallowed back by the young man before they could be uttered, leaving only the strange sound of exhaling.Yuechen helplessly wanted to raise his hand to gently push him away, but heard a few sobs, "I was wrong...don't go..."

He hesitated for a while, then slowly stretched out his hand to gently pat Feng Ling's back to comfort him.

The moonlight is still bright and moving, but the long night is long and there is still a long way to go before dawn.

The author has something to say:

Ban Song: It's over. Seeing the young master getting drunk and acting like a spoiled child, the young master shouldn't know, right?

Banshi: (As long as you dream and be happy)

Feng Ling: Hehe

The thief who wrote today was tangled, but I still wrote 2333, I hope everyone will bear with me hehehe, a small reminder, Fengling changed two modes after being drunk, and said it in two identities~