The rivers and lakes ask the heart but not the way

The first day of the twelfth lunar month.

Duanqingya is like an arrowhead, pointed at the cliff, surrounded by mountains and deep streams.

The Seventeenth Young Master felt that something was wrong: Wu Shuangzi was followed by a group of people, besieging him on the edge of the cliff.

He saw that Wu Shuangzi was facing him and his back was facing them. At this moment, he was using all kinds of facial expressions to hint at him. It's really funny that a person who usually doesn't have a lot of expressions wants to mobilize the muscles on his face that he hasn't used much to wink his eyebrows. , Seventeenth Young Master almost failed.

Fortunately, the Seventeenth Young Master probably understood what was going on, and knew that he would jump off the cliff in the end. Although the details were not clear, he decided to play it by ear.He thoughtfully took two steps closer to the edge of the cliff, looking as if he was forced to retreat by the force.

Wu Shuangzi said coldly: "Since ancient times, good and evil have been incompatible, today I am here to eliminate harm for the martial arts."

Sure enough, their identities were exposed. The Seventeenth Young Master had guessed just now that those people were here to kill them all.He is now the target of public criticism, and everyone can punish him, but Wu Shuangzi betrayed his camp and the entire martial arts world for him. Even though he has been hiding something from Wu Shuangzi, Wu Shuangzi still stands by his side, unconditionally Trusting him deeply, thinking of this, the Seventeenth Young Master's chest was overflowing with emotion, and he no longer felt cold in the wind and snow.

He looked deeply at Wu Shuangzi, with the look that you are the only one in the world, until his eyes turned red, and after a long time, he said: "Long time no see, I miss you very much."

The heavy snow is flying, like the reed flowers dreaming every night.

Wu Shuangzi's whole body was shocked, as if he had exhausted all his strength to restrain himself and continue to perform.

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There are two people hiding in the cedar forest opposite.

A voice that looked like a man and a woman said: "Who said the nun came here? There is no ghost, she froze to death!"

A voice that resembles a woman and a man said: "Whoever said that there are no ghosts, there are a lot of people there!"

"A lot of people don't even have nuns!"

"I saw the little lady! The little lady is here, is the nun far away?"

"Huh? The two boys in the middle look familiar!"

"Ah, by the way, it's the couple playing in the water!"

The wind on the mountain is strong, the sound is often blown away, the sky is full of snow, and the vision is very dim, so although there are many masters at the scene, no one has discovered the immortal double monster.

Master Ziyang snorted coldly, and said: "Quan'er, don't talk nonsense with him, do it."

Wu Shuangzi had no choice. If the two of them just jumped off the cliff, everyone would definitely go down to salvage the corpses. They were like a pack of mad dogs. They would only let go if they were sure that their prey was dead.He can only "kill" the Seventeenth Young Master first, and then run away with him.This sword must stab.

There was a flash of silver light, and Wu Shuangzi stabbed at Seventeen Young Master's left chest at the fastest speed in his life.

The tip of the sword pierced Seventeen Young Master's back, because it was too fast, the blade was not even stained with blood.

"It's fast, it's not too bad."

"How do you know it's not great?"

"This move is like an arrow leaving the string, it's too fast. The sword flies away from the air when it reaches a certain speed. Although it's extremely sharp, its lethality is limited."

Seventeenth Young Master looked at the wound in disbelief.The pain is not too painful, but rather surprising.

Wu Shuangzi pulled out the sword again at the fastest speed in his life, and the wound did not expand at all.

Seventeenth Young Master tried his best to pretend that he was in pain. After all, that is where the heart of a normal person is. He bowed his body, covered the wound tightly, and squeezed hard secretly, and sure enough, he squeezed out a few drops of blood.The crimson dripping on the pure white is shocking for everyone to see.

As if being scalded, Wu Shuang let go of his hand, and the sword fell silently into the snow.He had already avoided all the tendons, and the wound was just a smooth, flat, thin blade. Because the Seventeenth Young Master was too involved in acting, even though he knew that the other party was pretending, Wu Shuangzi almost shed tears.

The two on the cedar tree over there had a lively discussion.

"Eh?! How did he kill that kid!"

"I must know that the kid slept with the little lady! If you dare to sleep with someone else, I will kill you too."

"There is no one more beautiful than you in the world, I'm going to sleep what are those ugly monsters doing!"

"Hmph, you still understand."

"Hey, that kid is dead, the little lady is going to be a widow! Why didn't she save him?"

The manly woman thought for a while, and seemed to understand something: "What a pity, what a pity!"

"What a pity?"

"People are handsome and rotten."

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The Seventeenth Young Master here gave a sad smile: "Hello...good..." So sincere!Anyway, it's just for show, and I don't plan to use a retractable spring sword or something, it's too serious!

Just when Seventeenth Young Master was considering whether to twitch a few times to increase his credibility, he caught a glimpse of the tears in Wu Shuangzi's eyes. Seventeenth Young Master's heart tightened, and it hurt more than a sword wound. He acted too much, forget it, let it go when he sees it, so his eyes lost sight and his body fell limp.

In full view, Wu Shuangzi caught him, and then jumped off the cliff with him in his arms!

In winter, there is no grass or vines on the cliffs, and the cliffs are steep. Except for rocks, there is the north wind.During the rapid fall, the snowflakes flew backwards and rushed upwards. Wu Shuangzi hugged the Seventeenth Young Master tightly. With luck, he was as light as a swallow, and flew out the dagger he had prepared from his sleeve, and stabbed it into the rock. The wall was fixed with force.

"Ruoyu?" Wu Shuangzi called him nervously.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." The Seventeenth Young Master smiled at him, and pointed to the lower left, "There seems to be a cave there."

The feet started to fall, and the two came to the cave.This is not a natural cave, there are marks of chiseling on the rock, who would open a hole in the cliff?Obviously not wanting others to find it.But so what if you find it, the hole is so shallow, it's only about six feet deep, and there's nothing inside.

As soon as the two landed on the ground, Wu Shuangzi sealed six acupoints on Seventeen Young Master's chest and back, and the wound stopped bleeding—in fact, there was no blood at all.He took out Master Miaozang's wound medicine, wiped part of it on the wound, and fed part of it to Young Master Shiqi to eat, and then put one hand on the wound on his chest and the other on his back, and continued to heal his wounds with luck .The sword wound is a traumatic injury, so the true energy doesn't need to go through the Zhoutian tendons, it just needs to be opposed at both ends of the wound, and the Seventeenth Young Master will feel warm and sore where he was stabbed, and there is no pain at all.Seeing the relaxed expression of Seventeenth Young Master, Wu Shuangzi slowly felt relieved.

"Raise your arm and let me see." Wu Shuangzi said.

In the next second, Wu Shuangzi was held by the wrist, and he was pushed onto the rock wall slowly but without any struggle. In front of him was a close-up of the handsome face of the Seventeenth Young Master, with some kind of deep intention in his eyes. Wu Shuangzi's back Leaning his back on the cold and rough rock, he could clearly feel the uneven chisel marks. He saw countless snowflakes coming in from the hole, falling on the head, shoulders, and eyelashes of the Seventeenth Young Master, and then drifting between them The ones that melted in an instant.

Seventeenth Young Master did raise his arms—his hands fixed Wu Shuangzi's two wrists on the rock wall above his head.