The villain's guide to throwing blame

"Knock Knock Knock-"

There were several regular knocks on the door, and the room quickly responded.

"Enter."

Banhe cautiously opened the door, looked back furtively for a few times, then slid into the door, and at the same time closed the door behind him swiftly, a series of movements were completed in one go, as if he had rehearsed many times in his heart .

Looking at the little bookboy the whole time, he looks like a half-song who is about to deal with the stolen goods underground after being a thief: "..."

The expression of nervousness, excitement and a little excitement sold out Banhe's happy mood. Why didn't I know that this younger brother was still yearning for this kind of task?

Different from the complicated Ban Song in the corner, the other person in the room was obviously much quieter. He stood in front of the desk and didn't even raise his head after Ban He came in. He was still concentrating on what he was doing. If it wasn't for the response just now, Ban He would have thought that he hadn't noticed that he was back.

Banhe approached curiously, stood still not far from his young master, saluted politely, and took out a piece of paper from his sleeve without waiting for anyone to open his mouth. When the paper came, he read it rigidly:

"The dark tide will open in three days. This year, out of the thirteen sects of the five sects, except for those who would send some disciples to practice in previous years, all the sects except the three sects have sent people."

"Hmm." Feng Ling held the pen in his hand unhurriedly, added a few more strokes on the paper, and responded rather perfunctorily to what Banhe said.

"Apart from our Fengying Pavilion and the Master Yuechen who was brought along, there are three remaining sects that have not come, namely Miaoyin Pavilion, Medicine God Valley, and Xuantianzong." Banhe seriously reported the news he brought back from the Dark Pavilion, with the tip of his nose He smelled a bit of strong ink fragrance, but still restrained his curiosity, and didn't look at the young master more.

"Oh? Xuantianzong didn't come either. Even Xuanwu Pavilion and Qianlin, who don't care about their own mess, have always shared a piece of the pie. The head of Xuan Chengzi will be so calm?" Feng Ling snorted, Tilting his head to look at his writing, he sneered without looking up, the teasing meaning in his words was too strong, but people couldn't hear what he was thinking.

"Yes, Xuantianzong never sent anyone here, and even strictly restrained the disciples under the sect, saying that during this period, Mingye Town is full of fish and dragons, so don't come near here if you are practicing."

Hearing this, Feng Ling chuckled a few times, put the pen in his hand into the inkstone washing pool and dangled it a few times, and said slowly: "Is this restraint, or is it a hint? Telling this to a group of young and vigorous disciples is not to expect Are they here, why is Xuantianzong acting so hypocritical this time?"

After saying that, he picked out another fine brush, dipped it into the ink on the other inkstone, and wrote again, without stopping, "Aside from this, what else is there to be interesting?"

Banhe flipped to the back of the paper again, glanced at it a few times and said: "There are still products that will be auctioned after the opening of the dark tide. This year, there are some good pills and spiritual weapons. Let's see if you like it."

After finishing speaking, he thought about something again, took out another piece of white jade in his sleeve, took a step forward, put it in front of Fengling and said: "The goods that the young master handed over to the dark pavilion earlier have also been reported to the dark tide. , this is evidence, if you want to go back on your word temporarily, it is also possible."

"Well——" Feng Ling moved his eyes slightly, moved away from the paper in front of him, glanced at the piece of white jade generously, and then said indifferently: "Put it away half loosely. Watch it when you're free."

"Yes." The two responded in unison.

After explaining, Feng Ling's attention returned to his hands, and Banhe, who had already explained his task, also relaxed, and the suppressed curiosity in his heart resurfaced, and there was a tendency to intensify.

"Young master, what are you busy with?" The little book boy boldly glanced at the things in his young master's hands, feeling as if his heart was being tickled by a cat. He just glanced secretly from time to time, but couldn't see Be careful, you can only do it in a hurry.

"I've been busy for a long time, cultivating my sentiment." Feng Ling said indifferently, he waved his hand, indicating that Banhe could come closer and take a look, and he would put a few strokes on his hand from time to time.

Seeing this, Banhe happily moved forward a few steps, stretched his neck to see what was the paper that the young master spread on the table, and couldn't help but marvel when he saw it.

What I saw spread in front of Fengling was a piece of soft and white rice paper. On the paper was a magnificent picture of mountains and rivers in the deep twilight. The endless wilderness bordered a bustling city, and the scattered candles were lightly lit by Fengling. It came out, and there was a sense of warmth in this dark picture scroll.

In one corner of the scroll, a black corner was exposed, it was dark, but people couldn't help but look at it a few times.

Banhe looked at it for a while, and felt that there was something weird in the painting. He scratched his head in distress, but saw that Fengling had painted a different pattern on the black corner, drawing the painting on the side. Leave a blank lining, but it looks like a corner of the clothes that is inadvertently exposed.

He instantly realized what was a little weird. This painting didn't look like an ordinary picture of mountains and rivers. Looking at it this way, it looked like a person standing somewhere looking down at the scenery.

After realizing this, Banhe secretly raised his eyes to look at his young master several times, looked at his expression of indifference, recalled his attitude when he talked to him just now, and silently swallowed back the question.

Curiosity does make people feel scratchy, but being alive makes him more excited.

Feng Ling didn't bother to devote his thoughts to caring about what thoughts were turning in the mind of the little boy next to him. He held the pen steadily and calmly finished his last stroke, then dropped the pen holder and directed Ban Song to hang the painting up Hanging.

He lazily leaned back on the chair, finally raised his eyes and glanced at Banhe, after yawning, he waved his hand and said: "It's nothing, you can go back to your room and rest, and come out after dinner. "

Being urged by the young master to go back to the house to do his own homework, Banhe pretended to be concealed and made a face at his elder brother who was standing aside like a mallet, and went out with a face full of sympathy for his elder brother.

Ban Song: "..."

He sighed helplessly in his heart, even a little bit of annoyance could not overcome the worry about his brother's ignorance, forget it, live a happy life by being stupid, the young master probably thinks so.

Thinking of this, he looked up at the young master who was sitting in front of the desk, staring at the painting in a daze. After thinking about it for a while, he couldn't help but find a topic and said, "Young master, why did you come here suddenly today?" Touch Danqing for leisure."

Hearing this, Feng Ling came to his senses, turned his head and took a look at Ban Song, picked up the white jade that Ban He had put on the table before, rubbed it lightly one by one, and did not answer directly, only asked nonchalantly: "Do you still remember, more than ten years ago, when my wife always liked to take me to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting?"

Remember, how can you not remember.

At that time, Feng Ling was neither old nor young, exactly Fenghua's young age, he was not in a good shape all day long, but he liked to tease cats and dogs, and asking him to practice seriously would be like killing him.But the old man still doesn't believe in evil, he likes to mention the young master all day long, and let him learn. If he doesn't learn well, he will be cut off. In their eyes, it can be said to be frightening.

Coincidentally, Madam was born in Miaoyin Pavilion, and she is also a disciple from the direct line, and she is not happy that her son loses these abilities, and she also likes to drag the young master to learn this and that, as the young master himself said, just sit there holding a pen for a day, It is also better than practicing sword with his father for an hour.

Therefore, whenever patriarch Feng escorted the young master to practice martial arts in the martial arts field, he would be sent to find his wife, and his wife's first maid would call the young master to practice calligraphy and painting. After learning a lot of real skills, it is the old patriarch, who is always blew his beard and stared in anger, and there is nothing he can do about him.

Recalling the past, Bansong twitched the corners of his mouth, listening to Fengling continue: "I have been in the sect for so long, and I haven't gone back, and they are too lazy to write to me, do you think this has the slightest self-consciousness of being a parent? "

So, this is to vent his anger by angering his father?

With a straight face, Ban Song listened to the young master's words in one ear and out the other, without answering a single word, so as not to cause trouble for himself.

"Oh," Feng Ling looked at him, and suddenly sighed, "Sometimes I feel that you brothers really don't think at all, you are like a ghost, why is Banhe and Banshi like a stick ?”

Hearing this, Ban Song couldn't help but look at the piece of jade that was bouncing up and down in Feng Ling's hand, after a long silence, he sighed heavily and said, "Young Master, didn't you already know about those news? , why did you let Banhe go there?"

Feng Ling raised his head and glanced at him without any surprise, smiled lazily, and didn't answer, but turned his eyes away, and looked at the picture scroll he drew again.

"Young master," he heard a hesitant voice coming from behind him, and he could tell that the owner of the voice was quite hesitant, but he still slowly said what he wanted to say, "Why do you want to?"

He sneered, looked at the vaguely white corner of his clothes in the picture scroll, and thought coldly, yes, why bother?Or in other words, since this step has been achieved, why leave this way out?

Bansong doesn't know about this question, and he doesn't know either, maybe it's just one last thought for himself

He thought indifferently, and showed a smile on his face without showing the slightest bit. He took a half-relaxed look and said, "Why bother? It's nothing. If there's nothing wrong, you can step back first."

After saying that, he stood up, as if he wanted to go back to his back room. Just as he passed by the window, his eyes slanted slightly, and he looked at the empty stone road outside the window. He sighed softly and went in. up.

Never looked back.

The author has something to say:

I was wrong, I have been busy these few days, and the update has been interrupted for a few days. There will be three consecutive updates tomorrow. If it is not enough, there will be at least two updates!Comparing everyone, leaving a message and sending a red envelope ~ it's a compensation for everyone