Brother, this showman

It's more like a cave than a cave, and it's only as big as a human head.

Why must it be a human head?Because Song Jihua fell headfirst into the entrance of the cave right now, lying on the ground weakly, with one hand resting on his neck, and the other holding the long sword with the red braid.

"How did you stuff his head in there?" Ye Wenqing was curious.

Song Jihua's originally motionless body moved when he heard the voice, and a dull voice sounded: "I said, ancestors, the money has been given to you, can you pull me out?"

"This kid has only ten coins on him, and he is a famous poor man. You are also very good at robbing him." Ye Wenqing mocked unceremoniously.

There are two poor ghosts in the comprehension world, South Ye and Northern Song, and he and Song Jihua are the only ones.But Song Jihua was better than him, he either only had a penny or no money.

"Brother Wenqing?" Song Jihua, whose head was a little drowsy due to blood congestion, tried his best to wake himself up and heard Ye Wenqing's voice. He was very excited, "Brother Wenqing, get me out quickly, I can't breathe! Hurry up!" Come on, I have something else to do!"

Ye Wenqing walked around Song Jihua a few times, and after seeing enough of his embarrassment, he kindly pulled him out of the hole like pulling a carrot.

The whole process was accompanied by Song Jihua's howling.

Ma Houjiu squatted on the ground and his younger brothers all put on a pitiful expression, and just put a bowl in front of them.

Song Jihua supported the tree trunk beside him to stand firm, panting heavily.His fair face was covered with yellow mud, one white and one yellow, and the water-green gown was hung with a hole on the left and a right on the branch, and the wooden hairpin that tied his hair was crumbling, as if he had just returned from a disaster. In addition to embarrassment or embarrassment.

"Long time no see, I never expected to meet Brother Song in such a scene." Ye Wenqing said with a smile.

Song Jihua leaned against the tree trunk, waved his hands weakly, and said with a wry smile: "Brother Wenqing is making fun of me."

"Who is this?" Song Jihua's eyes fell on Feng Lianchen who was beside Ye Wenqing.

Ye Wenqing put his arms around Feng Lianchen's shoulders, and introduced to Song Jihua: "My junior brother Feng Lianchen."

"Before I heard that Yanrantai recruited disciples to look at their faces, it turned out to be true." Song Jihua said with emotion.

"So you are a disciple of Xiao Guanzong." Ye Wenqing blurted out.

Song Jihua: "..."

The speech is really direct.

"Okay, what do you think about these people?" Ye Wenqing pointed to the five people behind him.

Song Jihua was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly: "Let them go, it's only ten cents anyway."

"That's my plan too." Ye Wenqing nodded and waved his hand, "Let's go."

"Thank you, thank you!" The five hurriedly thanked, and then ran away.

"Why are you here?" Ye Wenqing asked.

"Master asked me to find you." Song Jihua said.

"Looking for me?" Ye Wenqing asked in surprise, "What do you want me to do? Appreciate my beauty?"

Song Jihua: "...Brother Wenqing, let's talk about people."

"Junior brother, do you understand what I'm saying?" Ye Wenqing turned his head to look at Feng Lianchen.

"Understandable." Feng Lianchen said seriously, "Beautiful face in a prosperous age."

Song Jihua: "..."

Can this pair of senior brothers show some face?

Song Jihua: "Master didn't tell me too much, just let me find you."

Ye Wenqing remained silent, stared at Song Jihua for a while, then raised his lips and said, "You will follow me wherever I go?"

Song Jihua frowned, not sure: "It should be."

"Brother." Feng Lianchen glanced at Song Jihua with some uneasiness.

Ye Wenqing gave him a soothing look, and just as he was about to speak, he saw five people going back and forth ahead.

I saw their faces were terrified, they ran forward without looking back, and kept shouting: "Help!"

Ye Wenqing looked behind them, but there was nothing.

The fastest runner was Ma Houjiu, whose short legs kept stirring as if they were equipped with some mechanism.

"Okay, which song will you sing?" Ye Wenqing teased.

Ma Houjiu didn't have time to wipe away the tears blown from the corners of Ma Houjiu's eyes, he leaned on his knees and said pantingly: "The evil wind! The evil wind!"

"It's not Yaofeng!" Beijie Cao Bao retorted, "It's a monster! A monster with a whole body in black!"

"No!" Dongjie waved his hands on three legs, the fear on his face had not completely faded, his lips were pale, "It's a long-haired female ghost! Or a female ghost in red!"

The five people had different opinions, and they forgot to be afraid for a moment, and directly quarreled with their necks, chattering.

Ye Wenqing didn't bother to talk to them, and didn't care what they were singing, so he gave Feng Lianchen a look, and the two teachers and brothers turned around tacitly, and walked away in the opposite direction.

"This hero!" Ma Houjiu saw the action of the two of them sharply, and quickly hugged Ye Wenqing by the waist, "I really didn't lie to you this time!"

"Let go!" Ye Wenqing hadn't spoken yet, but he saw Feng Lianchen's face completely darkened, staring coldly at Ma Houjiu's hand holding Ye Wenqing, his eyes almost shot.

Ma Houjiu couldn't help but shivered, but still refused to let go, looked away timidly, swallowed, stumbled and said: "A man was arrested in front of us just now, we heard him calling for help, but We dare not go to save him. Hero, you can go and see with us.”

"Your nails." Ye Wenqing said.

"What? Hero, what are you talking about?" Ma Houjiu looked at Ye Wenqing earnestly, smiling obsequiously.

"Your nails are too dirty." Ye Wenqing frowned in disgust, took out a folding fan and slammed it on the back of his hand, "You've snagged all your clothes."

Ma Houjiu withdrew his hand lazily, and scratched his head in confusion. Normally, the next sentence of a hero who wants to save the common people shouldn't be "Where is the person? Take us to see."?Why is this one different?

"Hey, there are no new clothes for the New Year this year." Ye Wenqing caressed the embroidered embroidery on the belt with distress.

Feng Lianchen touched Ye Wenqing's belt from behind, and was only a little away from being able to embrace him in his arms.

The color of Feng Lianchen's eyes changed a few times, but he finally returned to calm, his eyes followed those bony hands and fell on the belt.

"I have money." Feng Lianchen whispered, "I can buy as many new clothes as senior brother wants."

"Ah?" Ye Wenqing raised his head, almost kissed Feng Lianchen, subconsciously took a step back, but bumped into his hand, and fell directly into his arms, "Why are you so close to me?"

Facing Ye Wenqing's embrace and embrace, Feng Lianchen raised the end of his eyes slightly, and his originally calm mood became turbulent again. He increased the strength in his hands, and simply hugged him, pointing out: "You can only get close if you are close." See clearly."

"Hero! Can we be more professional and save people?" Ma Houjiu's untimely voice sounded again.

Ye Wenqing gently pushed Feng Lianchen away, straightened his clothes a little, patted Ma Houjiu on the shoulder, and said in a short while: "As a robber, you are still not competent enough."

"Ah?" Ma Houjiu was dumbfounded by his words, "So the hero has experience? Can you teach me? If you can teach me, I will recognize you as a big brother! If you don't like these little brothers, I will start again Find it for you, I will give you the title of Backstreet Boxing Champion."

"Okay." Ye Wenqing raised his hand to interrupt him, "Let's go ahead and have a look."

He just said it casually to ease the embarrassment, and he didn't know what he said.

"Okay, let's go." Ma Houjiu turned sideways to lead Ye Wenqing the way.

Ye Wenqing coughed lightly, and said without looking back, "Junior Brother, follow."

From beginning to end, there is no turning back.

Looking at Ye Wenqing's slender figure, Feng Lianchen felt a trace of annoyance on his brows, but when he caught a glimpse of the slightly pink ears, the remaining trace of annoyance disappeared, replaced by joy and helplessness.

It was really the first time seeing Ye Wenqing shy.

Song Jihua was still leaning against the tree trunk to catch his breath, but when he saw everyone walking forward, he followed up with his sword in hand, and waved his hands and shouted, "Brother Wenqing, let's go together!"

When Ma Houjiu walked to the front, his legs were trembling a little, and he used a stick as a scepter to excuse that he was tired and could only walk with a limp while holding on to the scepter.As a result, when he was getting closer and closer to the incident, he didn't dare to leave at all, and threw the scepter in his hand on the ground.

"Hero, I don't dare to leave." Ma Houjiu didn't care about face anymore, after all his younger brothers had already shrunk back and dared not step forward, and he couldn't be seen by them like a bear .

"Is this right here?" Ye Wenqing asked.

Ma Houjiu pointed to a tree with a rope around its trunk in front of him, and said tremblingly, "That's right there. There was an old man sitting under that tree to take a rest, and he even greeted us! It turned out to be a black mass. When the fog rises, the kung fu of God is gone in a flash."

Looking in the direction Mahoujiu pointed, there is a smooth and flat stone under the tree, and a bare path nearby, presumably because people pass by it all year round.

"Hero, I'll watch out for you from behind first! Call me if you need something, if I can hear you." Ma Houjiu said tremblingly, then turned around and ran away, just like there was a scourge behind.

If what Ma Houjiu and the others said was true, how could they refuse to save them?

Ye Wenqing sighed, and walked under the tree tied with a rope.

It was noon, the sun was abundant, and the sparse leaves fell to the ground, leaving mottled tree shadows.

The damp land steamed upwards under the transpiration of heat.

The two footprints on the side of the stone clearly come into view.

Ye Wenqing took out a piece of talisman paper and placed it beside the footprints to get some dust on it. With a wave of his hand, the talisman paper flew out like a yellow butterfly.

However, it didn't fly very far, instead it stayed on the tree trunk and crashed straight into it.

"Brother Wenqing, what's going on?" Song Jihua pointed to the place where the talisman disappeared in surprise, "Could it be that this person is hiding in a tree?"

Ye Wenqing was also very surprised, but he didn't show it on his face, but gave Song Jihua a meaningful look, and said something specious: "Brother Song, you have to know that everything is possible."

If Feng Lianchen had some doubts before, after hearing Ye Wenqing's words, he was sure that Ye Wenqing didn't know what was going on, and he just said it casually to scare Song Jihua.