Jianling

When Meng Wubei woke up, Xiao Shuhua was sitting on the side of his bed looking at him with his chin resting on his chin. The surroundings were no longer the Taoist temple of Pichenmen, but the inn where they parted.

The candles were burning brightly, and the surroundings were quiet, while Xiao Shuhua had deep eyebrows and eyes, and looked extraordinarily gentle under the light, really pretty.Meng Wubei opened his eyes, and unconsciously touched the place where the sword was usually placed, but missed it. Xiao Shuhua held the carved jade sword and smiled at him: "What are you doing? Hurry to kill me and destroy my body." Extinction?"

Meng Wubei lay on the couch, looked at him sideways, and was about to speak, when Xiao Shuhua handed him a cup of tea: "You want to scold me? Moisten your throat first."

Meng Wubei lowered his head and took a sip, the tea was warm and cold, just right, his heart suddenly moved, and he said: "You..."

"I saved Meng Lang again, and you will have nothing to do with Pichenmen from now on." Xiao Shuhua took away the teacup, gathered up his loose black robe, stretched out his hand to pick up a bundle, and was about to hand it to Meng Wubei , Meng Wubei suddenly asked: "What is that?"

Xiao Shuhua followed his eyes and saw a drop of bright blood on the burden.Meng Wubei wanted to ask again, but Xiao Shuhua had already untied the burden, only threw the white clothes inside beside him, looked away and said, "How can there be anything?"

Meng Wubei was more perceptive than he thought, he was sure of the existence of that drop of blood, and immediately frowned slightly: "Are you injured?"

"It's your blood." Xiao Shuhua carelessly stretched out his hand to lift the corner of his clothes, and said with a smile, "Here, I promised to return your clothes."

But Meng Wubei refused to pick him up, looking at him with burning eyes, the two confronted each other for a long time, but Xiao Shuhua was still defeated, reluctantly counting it as a surrender, he unbuttoned his clothes for him, and submissively said: "Meng Lang, don't talk to me. Zhiqi, now you and I are both homeless people, we should understand each other."

"You are hurt."

Xiao Shuhua was silent for a moment, raised his hand to pat his face, and said with a smile: "What could I be hurt? You have been sleeping for more than three days, and I took care of you in clothes. People say that you and I are deeply in love, because of Meng Lang's outfit , I have spent all the money, Meng Lang should get better soon and go out to earn money to support me."

Sure enough, Meng Wubei frowned slightly, and said disapprovingly: "You shouldn't let outsiders gossip."

"It's not groundless." Xiao Shuhua took advantage of him being unable to move, stretched out his head and pinched the tip of his nose, and said with a smile, "Why, it's your fault?"

Meng Wubei frowned for a moment, and said softly: "The poor Taoist is now an outcast from the Pichen Sect. If you play around like this, it will only ruin your reputation."

Xiao Shuhua was stunned for a moment, then raised a wiping smile, leaned closer and took a breath of warm air in his left ear, Meng Wupei moved his head uncomfortably, Xiao Shuhua said: "Brother, has anyone ever said that you are too gentle?"

Meng Wubei frowned coldly: "Wuhuan said so."

Xiao Shuhua raised his eyebrows: "If you're so blind, you'll think you're gentle? You're clearly a stone in the latrine, the smelly and hard kind."

Meng Wubei: "..."

"But what a coincidence." Xiao Shuhua continued to smile at him, even a little silly, but Meng Wupei didn't have eyes in the back of his head, so he could only hear his joking tone, "I'm so stupid too."

However, Meng Wubei's 17 years of experience were not enough to support him to understand this conversation thoroughly, so he could only roughly guess that Xiao Shuhua was saying that he was smelly and tough.So the stinky and hard Meng Wubei thought for a long time, and felt what he should say, so he replied coldly: "Okay."

Xiao Shuhua: "?"

Meng Wubei's injury was mainly due to Wu Huan's sword, and it took nearly half a month to heal. During this period, Xiao Shuhua insisted on not letting his family Meng Lang feel better, and insisted on chattering repeatedly by his bedside for a long time: " We can't get rid of the pot anymore." Finally, Meng Wubei was forced to sit up in shock from the dying illness, got out of bed early in silence, raised the jade sword with a calm face, and walked out.Xiao Shuhua sat sleepily at the table, nibbling melon seeds carelessly, and seeing that he was really about to leave, he said, "What are you doing?"

Meng Wubei: "Earn money to support the family."

Xiao Shuhua was choked by him, and was speechless for a moment. Meng Wubei was quietly feeling complacent, but Xiao Shuhua asked: "What do you rely on to make money?"

"..."

Xiao Shuhua threw the melon seed shells into the small dish, his brows and eyes curved: "I have an idea."

Meng Wubei glanced at him, and felt that it was not a good thing to say, but he still did not interrupt directly with his stinky and tough gentle character.

Xiao Shuhua clapped his hands as expected, and smiled happily: "How about selling yourself?"

Zhuo Yujian stopped steadily half an inch in front of Xiao Shuhua, the sword pointed straight into his twinkling eyes, Xiao Shuhua didn't rush, just blinked at him, and said with a smile: "Is that all right?"

Meng Wubei held back for a long time, and said angrily: "Not good!"

"Then it's up to you." Xiao Shuhua stooped to dodge the Jade Sword with a smile on his face. His light work has always been mysterious, but he walked around behind Meng Wubei in just a few steps, and put his chin on Meng Wubei's neck in a calm manner. As soon as he put his hands on his acupuncture points, Meng Wubei felt his whole body go numb, and couldn't move for a moment. Xiao Shuhua was about the same size as him, but at this moment he shrunk down, and the laughter and warmth penetrated into his ears Li, "Am I not Meng Lang's benefactor? Of course Meng Lang will listen to me."

Meng Wubei frowned: "Ban Xiuyun said you don't know martial arts?"

Xiao Shuhua chuckled a few times, reached out and pinched his face: "I can do whatever I want, Wen Xu is nothing."

"He is your master."

Xiao Shuhua snorted and said: "It's also my enemy. I will take his life sooner or later."

Meng Wubei didn't know the love and hatred between him and Wen Xu, although he wanted to ask, but he felt that he should not pry into Xiao Shuhua's private affairs, so he didn't say anything more, just answered in a low voice.Xiao Shuhua's mood was unpredictable, and just a moment ago he was gnashing his teeth to cut Wen Xu into pieces, then he turned around and asked with a smile: "Since I have favored you, Meng Lang is a gentleman who is rare in a century, of course Knowing how to repay your kindness, it’s just a mere prostitution, how can a gentleman care about these things?”

Meng Wubei said coldly, "Yes."

Xiao Shuhua nodded: "That's right, of course not. So let's go to Yundu first... Hey, Meng Lang is handsome, he must be very popular with guests."

Meng Wubei: "..."

Meng Wubei once imagined that after leaving the Pichenmen, he might be lonely and alone, and would silently draw his sword to the people of the world in the ups and downs. Even if the world treated him coldly, Zhuoyu would be the enemy Hate, cut evil and eliminate rape, and do the righteousness of the world.

And Xiao Shuhua was his adventure in the world of mortals, to save him from loneliness, to save him from solitude, and to save him from being a gentleman, and to push open the gate of Yundu for him.

Meng Wubei thought that one day he would set foot in Yundu, maybe he would draw his sword to Wen Xu, or maybe he was holding back to negotiate with others for the time being - but it was definitely not being held by Xiao Shuhua's sleeve, watching him smile and smile at him. The city guard guarding the city raised his eyes, he saw that there was a lot of love and evil in it, and he couldn't bear to be treated by outsiders.

"Meng Lang, take it easy."

Meng Wubei was about to stare at him, but Xiao Shuhua took half a step forward, covered him behind him, stopped in front of a very luxurious building, and raised his hand to shake the one between the ten thousand ribbons hanging beside the bead curtain. Bells, the bells rang, and after a while, a graceful and graceful woman stepped out from the building. The hairpin jade luan was about to fly, and the brows were full of nobility and arrogance, especially in the eyes of Diao Shao. It can be seen that she has a very high status and should not be seen by ordinary people.

Sure enough, after the woman stepped out of the building, passers-by stopped for her, Meng Wubei listened carefully, and heard people whispering: "Isn't this Mrs. Mingrui? She never receives guests... What are these two people doing?"

Xiao Shuhua was still wearing the fat black cloak, covering most of his face. When he saw Mrs. Mingrui walking out gracefully, he bowed his hands to her with great interest: "Mingrui, long time no see."

Madam Mingrui frowned slightly, and said coldly: "No one has ever dared to ring the concubine's bell, what do you rely on as a young man?"

Xiao Shuhua chuckled lightly and said: "There are so many people here, why don't you take a step to speak?"

Mrs. Mingrui glanced around coldly. She was born extremely cold and charming, with bright eyes that were kind and charming. At this moment, her eyes slowly fell on Meng Wubei who was full of humiliation. It seemed that she had suddenly realized that her red lips curled into a smile. Lai: "Taoist? Yundu hasn't been to a Taoist for a long time."

Before the words were finished, Mrs. Mingrui lifted her white wrist half an inch, turned around gracefully, and walked into the building.Xiao Shuhua tugged at Meng Wubei's sleeve and followed closely, Meng Wubei raised his head slightly, and saw a plaque on a building with the words "Bai Xie Jiao" written on it.At this moment, Meng Wubei vaguely remembered that there were only five disciples under Wen Xu's seat, and the left and right protectors were both disciples and adopted sons. Wine, wealth, it can be said that his five disciples fulfilled his duties as subordinates and heirs, and this is what Wen Xu is most proud of - but since Xiao Shuhua is not a protector, which floor should he be the landlord to have? An opportunity to steal the treasure of Huanxizong, and make Wen Xu sure that he doesn't know martial arts?

Mrs. Mingrui sent someone to prepare wine for them, and then she looked at Meng Wubei with her chin on her cheek, without much interest: "Well... which girl is the little Taoist looking for?"

Xiao Shuhua didn't take off his cloak, he tilted his head to her and said with a smile: "This priest is my sincerity, and I want to make a deal with Madam."

Mrs. Mingrui raised her eyelids slightly, glanced over Meng Wubei's body appreciatively, and said lazily: "The suzerain doesn't like Taoist priests these days, so I dare not keep him as a concubine."

"If you don't say he is a Taoist priest, who would know?" Xiao Shuhua touched Meng Wubei's Adam's apple, "I gave him dumb medicine long ago, and he can't speak anymore."

Mrs. Mingrui's eyes flickered, as if she was thinking about how much Meng Wubei was worth, but she heard Xiao Shuhua say: "I naturally understand that the dumb is not worth much, but it is just a beauty picked up on the road. Madam looks at it, how much?" All fit."

Meng Wubei's face was really handsome, with willow eyebrows and starry eyes, pale and thin lips, neither too resolute nor too stern.His eyebrows and eyes are soft and delicate, but because he has been stern all the year round, he appears rigid and hard to approach, but also because of this bit of jerkyness that has not entered the world, he feels more abstinent and out of the world.

The so-called ecstasy beauties are easy to come by, but hard-working gentlemen are hard to find. In the land of Yundu, noble people are the rarest, and the rarer they are, the more precious they are. Such a beauty is indeed rare.

Mrs. Mingrui finally knocked on the table and said loudly: "Come here, prepare the deed of sale."

Meng Wubei: "..."

The author has something to say: the pre-acquisition of the next file is open, you can see it by poking the column (don’t ask why you didn’t sign the contract and still have the face to pre-accept, just ask because you are thick-skinned

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Tentative name "One Sword, Fengyue [Rebirth]"

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In his previous life, Qin Zhidu was exceptionally talented and practiced day and night. He was a well-deserved teacher.Unexpectedly, once he was plotted against by others, he personally slaughtered everyone in the school when he lost his sanity. No one could be his all-in-one enemy, except for his taciturn second junior brother Jiang Yan, who fought to the death and forced him back to the front line of clarity. Weeping at the teacher's door for a long time, committing suicide and apologizing.

Opening his eyes again, Qin Zhidu saw a certain junior brother running towards him wearing stars and wearing a moonlit night, sobbing: "Brother, there is turmoil in Jiye Mountain, when will you go to help?"

Unexpectedly, the frivolous senior brother had already seen through the world of mortals and stopped causing trouble. Remembering the sword stabbed in his waist by the second junior brother in his previous life, he replied decisively: "Tell Jiang Yan to go."

From then on, the big brother told everything, "Tell Jiang Yan to go."

Later, the depraved elder brother lived up to expectations and died in the civil strife in the division, and the hard-working second younger brother climbed to Yutai to take charge of the mountain gate.

Qin Zhidu was very pleased about this, and he brushed off his clothes when it was over, hiding his achievements and fame.

Then Qin Zhidu had nothing else to do one day, whistled and chopped off the hand of a certain flower picker, and suddenly saw the Frostcloth Immortal coming over the moon, with the long sword on his back glowing with a piercing coldness—it was him who had been there for many years. The missing junior brother Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan: Are you Qin Zhidu's son?

Qin Zhidu:?

Jiang Yan was calm, and cut off the flower picker behind him with a sword: From today on, I will be your teacher.