Jianling

When the sword trial ended, Xiao Shuhua was already sitting in the top ten seats.

When it was mentioned later, few people remembered how he overcame thorns and thorns, and cut down the long-established senior with a single sword. But after many years, those who witnessed the glory of the sword test at that time, all of them remembered that when Xiao Shuhua defeated Wen Xu, his body was full of blood. Bathed in blood, but with a smile on his face, leaning on his sword to support his crumbling body, he looked up and said: "I advise the suzerain to take in a few more apprentices and take care of your head."

Meng Wubei stood silently behind him, and when he turned around, he held a hand with a smile like a spring breeze: "Let's go."

"Don't do it?"

Xiao Shuhua shook his head slightly, but Meng Wubei didn't mention it anymore.

At that time, swords, lights, swords, bloody winds, and the Xiaohe sword rarely appeared at the same time, and it was almost impossible to face each other in a confrontational posture.However, Xiao Shuhua's little lotus danced lightly and gracefully. Although he was a little less sophisticated and coquettish than Wen Xu, he also had a more light but not frivolous feeling.

Xiao Shuhua landed first, his snow clothes were stained with blood, and his lips were almost white.

The lotus swayed and opened, but there was no Qinghe in June, only the bright red murderous intent in sight.

Wen Xu was also severely injured, and his face was slightly cold.

He only thought that Xiao Shuhua was bluffing. After all, he hadn't practiced martial arts for more than ten years, and he came here in just a few years. Even Xue Lingmiao back then might not have such talent—although Xiao Shuhua was eventually defeated by him, he was forced out. Eighty percent of his strength.

Wen Xu thought to himself that he had been keeping a low profile for many years, and although he was only ranked seventh, he had also pondered the strength of the first few. I am afraid that apart from Feng Shen Shan, the rest of them are not far behind him, and Xiao Shuhua can now He was almost tied with him, which shows that this young man has grown rapidly, and I am afraid that he will be pushed to the top five in a few days.

Wen Zhumi still served him faithfully, even though his body was covered with dirty blood, the young boy just silently wiped off the blood from his wound with a brocade handkerchief, Wen Xu turned his head slightly and smiled Question: "Zhu Mi, you said Hua'er just now...why did you show mercy?"

Wen Zhumi paused almost invisibly, but replied quickly: "The traitor, Mrs. Xiao, is not enough to be your enemy."

"No, no." Wen Xu turned to look at him with a smile, "He is just like you, a child with extraordinary talents...Zhumi, do you think he looks like an unfamiliar white eye? Wolf?"

Wen Zhumi said: "He actually is."

Wen Xu shook his head: "It doesn't matter whether he is a white-eyed wolf or not. The current Xiao Shuhua is indeed a thorn in my side and a thorn in my flesh. He is such a dangerous poisonous snake. He will take my life without warning."

"Xiao's methods are still shallow, so there is nothing to worry about." Wen Zhumi leaned over slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Zhumi will die for you."

"Hua'er has been away from the sect for many years, so there is nothing to worry about." Wen Xu raised his hand and patted his head, smiling lovingly, "But, are there any other poisonous snakes in the Huanxi sect?"

"...you?"

Wen Xu raised his hand and pressed a finger on his lips, and asked with a smile: "To practice Xiaohe sword, you must first get rid of the little bit of compassion, and treat people, things, and more, but yourself. He is now in the state It is already close to this seat, so it can be seen that he must have endured a lot of hardships these years, and he is not soft on himself, as for the Taoist priest next to him, I think it is just his way of fooling people - so hard, why is this?"

Wen Zhumi lowered his head: "Zhumi doesn't understand."

"Forget it, it's good if you don't understand." Wen Xu withdrew his hand on top of his hair, and gently pinched Wen Zhumi's snow-white wrist under the cover of his wide sleeves, "You don't need to understand this, you can get it after a little hard work." It is his fate to challenge this seat, but Zhu Mi is different... My dear boy, this seat should give your sister a sword, a wooden sword, an iron sword, and a bronze sword, which one do you want?"

Wen Zhumi was silent for a moment, bowed gracefully, and said softly: "Zhumi, thank you father for your love."

Wen Xu sighed softly, and the lingering voice continued: "Good boy. Mei Xun is really lucky to have a younger brother like you. Unfortunately, I promised you that I can't tell my sister, right?"

"Yes." Wen Zhumi's face was calm, but his voice trembled slightly, "Father keeps his word."

Others can't see the way, but the person involved knows it well.

Wen Xu was shocked that Xiao Shuhua was making rapid progress, but at the same time Xiao Shuhua could not help complaining.He originally thought that Wen Xu had been drunk for so many years, and he had already lost all his old capital. Who would have thought that he still has the ability he has now, and he has clearly hidden it for many years. No wonder he dared to openly challenge Qingru Daojun. Fearless and powerful.

But he was only blamed for being impetuous and unstable.

The cunning rabbit and the three caves, not to mention Wen Xu's oily skin of decades, how can he be easily provoked.

Even he wanted to understand the truth, and Meng Wubei naturally understood it even more. Xiao Shuhua frequently made strange moves, and he was destined to make great achievements in the way of swordsmanship, but he lost because the boy's skills were not solid. It can be seen that his internal strength is weak.

This time, Meng Wubei was afraid that he would act recklessly and that he would be injured and no one would take care of him, so he only fought to the twelfth place, even Song Mingting didn't challenge him, and focused on taking care of Xiao Shuhua.And Xiao Shuhua lived up to expectations, he left in good spirits, and returned with injuries, so he still had the face to laugh with him: "So Wen Xu is nothing more than that."

"That's all." Meng Wubei held out the medicine with a cold expression, "I'll beat you half to death."

"So what? I've tried it to the end, there's nothing to be afraid of, next time I'll put a dog's head on his neck." Xiao Shuhua groaned and took off his clothes consciously, but Meng Wubei asked back: "What are you doing? "

Xiao Shuhua said: "You won't give me medicine?"

Meng Wubei: "..."

He wanted to say "no" categorically, but happened to meet Xiao Shuhua's bruised face with tears in his phoenix eyes. Even if he knew that this guy was pretending to be like this, Meng Wubei could only grit his teeth slightly: " off."

Xiao Shuhua smiled happily: "Okay."

When his clothes fell to the ground, Meng Wubei muttered "frivolous and pretentious" in his mouth, but he had to open his eyes to apply the medicine, but what he saw was not the smooth and jade-like back as he imagined, but a large mess Crawling old wounds - hideous and vicious curse marks, winding and long covering Xiao Shuhua's entire shoulder.

Xiao Shuhua loves beauty the most. He would curse for three days and three nights even if he was bitten by a mosquito. Whoever dared to hurt his skin with a sword would rush to die.

But he never talked about these injuries on his back.

But Meng Wubei didn't move for a long time, Xiao Shuhua felt puzzled, so he shrugged his shoulders: "What are you doing, it's so cold."

Meng Wubei hesitated for a moment, but still asked: "What is this?"

Just looking at the marks, it must be a wound many years ago. It looks like a whip wound. It must have been whipped to pieces at that time. Most people who can be tortured use even force. I don't know what kind of deep hatred and hatred caused him to be beaten with dozens of whips.

Xiao Shuhua froze, cursed secretly, and quickly put back his clothes: "I forgot about this. It's okay, did I scare you?"

Meng Wubei shook his head: "Who hit you?"

"Who dares to hit me?" Xiao Shuhua lowered his head and buttoned his neck, and said with a smile, "What are you worried about? It's been so many years, and others won't know about these injuries. They just look at my face, do I look good?"

Meng Wubei was not distracted by him, and asked persistently: "It's like an old injury from four or five years ago, we already knew each other at that time."

Xiao Shuhua simply pushed him away, fooling around casually: "We know each other before, and we didn't get any internal injuries, so what are you worrying about?"

Meng Wubei was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked: "It looks like it wasn't the same person who hit him."

Xiao Shuhua trembled slightly, and Meng Wubei knew that the answer was ready.

Even though he was extremely reluctant, but he has always been straightforward, and decided to take the initiative to uncover this fig leaf.

"...Is it the Duchen Gate?"

Xiao Shuhua took a deep breath, but didn't look back, felt Meng Wubei's hand holding his wrist, and didn't get angry, just asked him: "Do you want to say thank you or sorry?"

"......do not know."

Xiao Shuhua continued: "Then you better stop talking, I don't want to hear these two sentences."

"You actually know what I want to hear."

Meng Wubei involuntarily clenched the ointment in his hand, and said in a low voice: "The Taoist Lord said that the poor are born...thin and ungrateful..."

Xiao Shuhua has heard this argument for many years, and usually laughs it off, but this time he is inexplicably annoyed, and feels that his ugliest things have been seen by him. It was premeditated and shamelessly posted.

So Xiao Shuhua couldn't bear to shake off his hand, and scolded coldly: "You are ungrateful, and I am also ungrateful, who is holding back the other? I just made do with it, what is there to be dissatisfied with?"

"...Poverty..." Meng Wubei moved his lips, "I'm sorry."

Xiao Shuhua shook his head, smiled and said: "I can't rely on you. You died in the country and died in the common people to be able to smile at Jiuquan's righteousness. The one who is not satisfied is me, a villain."

Meng Wubei didn't know how to respond.

They were relatively silent for a long time, Xiao Shuhua managed to calm down his temper, and was about to open his mouth to break the embarrassment as usual, but Meng Wubei spoke first and asked him softly: "You have a lack of internal strength, and your realm is stagnant, and first go back to the mountains to practice. how?"

Xiao Shuhua guessed that he was going to turn over this page, so he also went down the steps, and said with a smile: "Okay, I'm also curious about what life is like in the mountains."