Jianling

So Meng Wubei, who ran away in anger, went down the mountain and bought two jars of wine, and went back again.

Xiao Shuhua didn't pay any attention, just hung his head and picked up the chopsticks, intentionally or unintentionally knocking crisply on the porcelain bowl, Meng Wubei had to stand alone not far away, holding two pitiful jars of wine in his hands.

Meng Lang originally wanted to save the siege, but he didn't have time, so he cooked a few small dishes on the stone stove, and then went to check whether Xiao Tongbei had applied medicine to his wound obediently. After he finished his work, he carried Xiao Tongbei away Xiao Shuhua sat down next to him, set the table and chopsticks for him, and then turned to entertain Meng Wubei.

Xiao Tongpei held his chopsticks obediently, looked at Xiao Shuhua, and his tender voice sounded just right: "Brother, let's eat."

Meng Lang seldom heard him call senior brother, so he was flattered for a while, and turned around and said, "You and master eat first, Baopuzi..."

"Whatever he does, he was born as a savage in the mountains, he can't die." Xiao Shuhua raised his eyelids impatiently, lowered his head and picked up a chopstick dish, "It's light."

Meng Lang was in a dilemma immediately: "But Baopuzi is a guest after all...He seems to have something to say to you."

Xiao Shuhua said: "He can listen to what he wants to say? Come and eat together, or your junior brother will cry."

Xiao Tongbei, who was about to cry, put on a straight face and nodded seriously. Meng Lang couldn't laugh or cry because of the childishness of these two. Meng Wubei also heard the movement here, and said actively, "Please take the wine over here."

Meng Lang subconsciously glanced at Xiao Shuhua. The latter didn't respond, so he acquiesced. Meng Lang quickly took the two jars of wine and asked in a low voice, "You can go down the mountain and eat something before you come up."

Meng Wubei handed over the wine, immediately found a nearby rock, sat down firmly, and shook his head calmly: "No need."

So, in a secluded area, the three of them ate around the stone table, and one of them sat at the side with his eyes closed to rest his mind.

Meng Lang couldn't learn the presence of his master and younger brother's old gods, he just felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, full of thoughts that his master had left the dignified Baopuzi aside to drink the mountain wind, even though Meng Wubei didn't say a word, Meng Lang always felt that it was out of place It's a pity that he didn't dare to reason with Xiao Shuhua even though he had a hundred guts, so he could only focus on his meal, but Xiao Tongpei would step on the stool from time to time, flapping his short hands to pick up food for him.

Meng Lang sighed heavily, and asked in a low voice, "Master, where do you put the wine?"

Xiao Shuhua lazily put down his chopsticks, and said, "I'm full, I won't eat."

Xiao Tongbei glanced at the unfinished rice in his bowl: "You haven't finished eating."

"I can't eat it."

"Brother said you can't waste it."

Xiao Shuhua paused, squinting at him: "But I can't eat anymore."

Xiao Tongbei was even more stubborn than Meng Wubei, he looked at him with piercing eyes for a while, and said stubbornly: "That can't be..."

"It's fine if the master can't eat it!" Meng Lang wailed in his heart, pulled Xiao Tongbei past him, and faced Xiao Shuhua's dangerous gaze, he wished he could hide Xiao Tongbei under his clothes, "Junior brother is young and doesn't know how to adapt, I will teach you of."

"..." Xiao Shuhua took a look at Xiao Tongbei, and did not miss the slightly flushed face of this bastard when he pressed against Meng Lang's chest. He suddenly let out a sneer, and said, "Forget it, I have a bad relationship with idiots— —You are about to suffocate him, let go."

The other idiot was not far away, and moved his eyelids when he heard the words, but he didn't open them after all, but his sitting posture was more correct.

After Meng Lang cleaned up the leftovers from Table Mountain, Xiao Shuhua had already carried Xiao Tongbei back to practice. Meng Lang hesitated for a long time, but after wiping his hands, he walked to Meng Wubei's side and asked in a low voice, "Baopuzi, what are you doing today?" Resting in the mountains tonight? If necessary, I can tidy up."

Meng Wubei opened his eyes: "...what's your junior brother's name?"

"It's the same as this mountain, called Tongbei." Meng Lang paused, "Xiao Tongbei."

Meng Wubei's breathing became lighter, and he nodded: "The root bone is very good, not much better than Xiao Qing."

"Master is just interested in him." Meng Lang wiped the cold sweat off his palms without any trace, and asked again, "Do you want to talk to Master?"

Meng Wubei was silent for a moment, but shook his head: "He doesn't want to see me."

"...You don't think about it..." Meng Lang couldn't find a tactful wording for a while, so he said bluntly, "Apologize?"

Meng Wubei remained silent for a longer time this time, so long that Meng Lang thought that he probably wouldn't speak again, Meng Wubei suddenly raised his head, looked at the crumbling stars in the sky, and replied in a low voice, "That's not what he wanted to hear."

Even meng lang had to be silent this time.

Although in his eyes, Baopuzi and Shouzhenjun are both unattainable existences, whether it is the calm and indifferent Meng Wubei, or the arrogant and frivolous Xiao Shuhua, they all have the innate instinct to become strong , as if born to be unusual in the hearts of the thirteen states.

But he never dared to forget that both the sun and the moon are outstanding, and the sky and the earth are extraordinary, but the rising of the sun and the setting of the moon are inevitable, and the distance between the sky and the earth is even more difficult to measure.

Xiao Shuhua admired the matter of Meng Wubei, so it would be fine if it didn't happen.

Meng Lang took a deep breath. He only felt a throbbing pain in his chest, and the pain, as fine as ten thousand ants devoured his heart, spread from the tip of his heart.

Meng Wubei stood up, was finally willing to tear his eyes away from the star, brushed off the fine dust on his clothes, and calmly said: "Farewell, poor."

"Wait, wait a minute." Meng Lang clutched his sleeves, suddenly remembered something, and asked nervously, "Will someone come to attack Tong Bei Mountain? Tong Bei is only five years old..."

Meng Wubei said: "Shou Zhenjun will protect you."

Meng Lang paused, then asked, "What about Master?"

Everyone in the world knows that Shou Zhenjun's martial arts are unrivaled in the world, and he also knows that Xiao Shuhua will not abandon him and Xiao Tongbei - but what happens when Xiao Shuhua falls into the realm of life and death?

Except when Xiao Shuhua sent the gangster back to the west with a single sword, and when he was tall and tall, as if a god was in front of him, Meng Lang had never been so eager to get a promise and salvation from others.

Meng Wubei carried Yulouchun behind his back, and Meng Lang caught sight of the eyes that had always been as calm as a flat lake with a magnificent wave. He lowered his eyelids for a long time, and thought: "He is very strong."

Then, under Meng Lang's almost desperate gaze, he said firmly, "Poverty will be stronger than him."

Xiao Shuhua showed rare warmth tonight, and when Meng Lang returned, he saw him hugging Xiao Tongpei onto the bed, with a rare expression of impatience on his face.

When Xiao Tongbei heard the movement, he immediately got his head out of the bed like a silkworm chrysalis: "Senior brother, I'm so hot."

Xiao Shuhua's face turned dark immediately, Meng Lang couldn't help laughing: "Master, it's summer, so don't be so thick."

"You do it yourself." Before Xiao Shuhua could finish his sentence, he turned around and left. Meng Lang quickly blocked him, and said with a sneer, "I know I was wrong."

It's a pity that Xiao Tongbei never knew what was good or bad, so he interjected on his own initiative at this time: "Brother, what's the story tonight?"

"Today is too late, I will tell you tomorrow."

Xiao Shuhua twitched his eyebrows almost invisibly, and said, "Still telling bedtime stories?"

Meng Lang smiled at him helplessly: "Same sorrow is still small." Then he had a flash of inspiration, carefully observed Xiao Shuhua's face for a moment, and said in a low voice, "Why don't Master tell him tonight?"

Xiao Shuhua said with a cold face, "This seat has no story."

Meng Lang pestered him and said, "Just tell me about your past chivalry."

Xiao Shuhua's beautiful eyebrows visibly twitched violently when he heard the words "Xing Chivalry", and his expression changed from pretending indifference to a little more thoughtful.

He raised his eyebrows, met Meng Lang's expectant eyes, and Xiao Tongpei's forced anticipating eyes: "There are some."

"When I just left Yundu, I met a family. The son was abusing his father, so I killed the son."

"But his father was also resentful towards me because of this, and was entangled endlessly, so I killed his father together."

"Later, there was no male in his family, and the widow who had just passed through the family wanted to commit suicide, so I did a good deed and killed him by the way."

Xiao Shuhua worked hard to search for his previous memories, and then he had an idea: "Ah, there is another beggar, he doesn't want what Meng Wubei eats, he must have money, Meng Wubei wants to pawn Yu Louchun to him, This seat killed the beggar."

"The girl from before Bai Xiejiao in Yundu agreed to run away with her lover. I didn't want to embarrass Mrs. Mingrui, so I killed her too."

Sure enough, Meng Lang's expression quickly changed from anticipation to unspeakable embarrassment, and then he stretched out his hand, silently plugged Xiao Tongpei's ears, and sincerely interrupted Xiao Shuhua: "Master, these stories are not suitable for children to listen to."

"Then what does he want to hear?"

Xiao Tongbei blinked, completely different from Meng Lang, he felt energetic at the moment, and was very interested in Xiao Shuhua's story: "Why does his father hate you?"

"I killed his son."

"Then why does that beggar need money?"

"Because money can't just buy food."

Xiao Tongbei thought for a while, half understanding, and asked, "Did you kill your lover, or did you kill him together?"

Xiao Shuhua said frankly: "I'm not the one to beat mandarin ducks with a club, of course I want to kill them together."

Meng Lang couldn't bear to interrupt the inseparable eyes of the two, and blocked the brilliance in Xiao Tongpei's eyes: "Master, stop talking."

Xiao Shuhua shrugged: "He will know this sooner or later."

"But it's wrong for you to kill someone."

"I can live to this day without killing people?" Xiao Shuhua glanced up at the sky, and slowly stroked his nails, and said wearily, "Meng Wupei didn't get much blood, that's because he was lucky, I don't have that kind of luck .”

Meng Lang thought nonsense, you killed him before he could draw his sword.

Xiao Shuhua couldn't hear his slander, so he hummed an incomprehensible tune, picked up a jar of wine from Meng Wubei, pulled out Gui Dianqiu, and poured the fragrance of wine almost all over the mountains and plains on the sword .

The wine poured down freely along Gui Dianqiu's cold and bright sword, pouring out a dull and brisk sound on the bluestone floor, rustling into a stream of pure fragrance, Meng Lang stood dumbfounded, and heard Xiao Shuhua humming His tone suddenly stopped, and there was a clear gentleness between his eyebrows and eyes, and he said softly: "It's Qiu Lubai."

"what?"

"What did you say to him?"

Of course, Meng Lang picked the nice one and said, "I explained Senior Song and Blood Guanyin to him, and he promises to protect you, Master."

Xiao Shuhua's pouring hand paused slightly, then poured all the rest of the wine into his mouth, and said with a smile: "Do you think he is an idiot?"

Meng Lang nodded blankly: "Yes."

"Tch," Xiao Shuhua reached out and tapped his forehead, "all three of you - where did he go?"

Meng Lang hadn't reacted yet: "Huh?"

"I can't let him alone to argue." Xiao Shuhua lowered his head and adjusted his wristband, and said naturally, "Let's not argue with him this time."

Meng Lang showed an ecstatic smile in a daze, nodded quickly, and said excitedly, "Go quickly, Baopuzi must have gone to Juxian Building to meet senior Feng."

Xiao Shuhua waved his hand, and said: "There is still a jar of wine for me, come back and ask him to drink together."