Fragrant bones leave the soul

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Book Title: Fragrant Bones and Soul

Author: Guan Gou Mingyue

Copywriter:

Yao Lang, Yao Lang.

He heard Fang Siming call him that in the twilight.

Strange, how did he know his nickname?

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☆、Chapter 1

(One)

The smell of blood filled the air again in the early morning.

The stream water shone with a strange color under the sunlight, and the dark red strands reminded people of death's prayer.The color becomes darker as you go to the mountains, until it stops in the Guanxin Forest, where it condenses into a gray fountain of blood.

Nineteen corpses with broken right arms were neatly piled up by the water's edge. The man closest to Shaoxia was spitting out blood from the corner of his mouth, and his tongue was bitten off—a dead fish with a foul smell.

At this time, Shaoxia was already a well-known young swordsman in the world, but he was still nauseated and almost retched.

"It's already the fourth day." Chu Liuxiang stood far away with his hands behind his back, unable to see his expression clearly, "76 people. Wherever we go, he will kill people."

"Indeed." Hu Tiehua squatted down to probe the dead man's wound, "It's so fucking ruthless."

"Who are all the dead?" Shaoxia pursed his lips and squatted down beside Hu Tiehua.

"Like ordinary people..." Hu Tiehua hesitated.

"Ordinary people?"

"You look like ordinary people in the Wansheng Pavilion Yukou." The coldest voice sounded from a distance, it was Ye Shenglan.

"Brother Ye hasn't left yet?" Chu Liuxiang turned around, but she didn't seem surprised by his appearance.

"I heard that something happened here, so I came to join in the fun and have a look." Ye Shenglan still had a calm and indifferent face, and she flickered as she walked, looking like she was going to give up at any time, "Wansheng Pavilion has made a lot of enemies. Enemies are also common."

Hu Tiehua let out a "bah", "It's disgusting to kill people in front of Lao Hu for several days in a row."

Hearing the words "Wansheng Pavilion", Shaoxia's eyes darkened inexplicably, and his heart twitched without warning.

"Yes, Wansheng Pavilion." Chu Liuxiang was able to read his mind, and turned to look him in the eyes, "Wansheng Pavilion has been destroyed."

Shaoxia followed his rhythm and smiled, "It's a good thing."

"Your complexion is not very good." Chu Liuxiang continued to look at him calmly, "Little friend, although Chu is a few years older than you, he is not a stubborn and pedantic person. If you really can't bear it..."

"Don't worry about me!" The young man yelled hoarsely as if his words touched the sore spot, and clasped Chu Liuxiang's wrist tightly with one hand.

Chu Liuxiang was suddenly startled by him, showing a bit of pain.

"...Sorry." The young man came to his senses quickly, looked at Chu Liuxiang's expression, and let go of his hand in shame, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it...the business is important. Xiang Shuai, you just said...just now... "

He couldn't go on.

His hands were trembling uncontrollably, his lips were still opening and closing, but he couldn't utter another word.

"It's okay, it's okay." Chu Liuxiang patted the young man's back warmly as if it had been a long time ago, his eyes were filled with turmoil, and finally sank down, nodding to Ye Shenglan.

Ye Shenglan had been watching with cold eyes, until now she walked over to Shaoxia.

"Young man?"

"Huh?... Mmm!"

Accompanied by a dry hum, the young man fell straight down, falling into continuous dreams with his eyes open.

Yao Lang, Yao Lang.

He heard Fang Siming call him that in the twilight.

Strange, how did he know his nickname?

(two)

Fang Ying was in the first dream.

The young man really likes the oiran Fang Ying.

There are many beautiful women in this world, and there are also many smart women, but the young man has only met this one, who is as exquisite as Fang Ying.

She is most gentle when she should speak.

"I killed a person today... the head catcher surnamed Dao." The young hero leaned on the glass table in the Linglong Pavilion, smelling Du Ruorong's fragrance with the tip of his nose.

"Is this the first time for young hero? I don't blame you," Fang Ying's voice was like moonlight, and her warm and cool fingertips slowly rubbed his face. "What's the matter of affection and justice?" People can predict it."

It's better when you don't speak than when you speak.

"Scholar's procrastination, you can still get rid of it; women's procrastination, you can't get rid of it. Is it the opposite with Miss Fang?"

When he said this, Shaoxia had just finished mixing the secret art of moving souls, and he had become famous in the Jianghu overnight, so he was a little bolder.After being heartless and frivolous, he poured himself a glass and laughed loudly.

Fang Ying didn't smile, she looked at his face with a pair of peach eyes dimly, and the young man suddenly felt guilty.

"It's my drunken words, don't blame Miss Fang." His face turned red uncontrollably.

It's really strange, Fang Ying is clearly the woman of this place of fireworks, but he always has the illusion that she is the most innocent.Just like when facing that person——

He is clearly a sinful traitor, but I feel that he should be well-clothed, well-clothed, well-fed, happy and free from worries, and be a heavenly man.

Absolutely.

"I saw Fang Siming again today." Shaoxia blurted out as he thought of him.

At this time, he was sitting on Fang Ying's window sill, the sky outside the window was like a curtain, and the moon was like a wash.

"Oh?" Fang Ying bent down to pick up the young man's sword tassel, and leaned on the veranda to watch him.

"His name is really good," Shaoxia raised his head and took another sip of wine, and the annoying emotions slipped into his lungs along with the moonlight, "—but he is not happy."

Fang Ying blinked her eyes, ignored the second half of the sentence, and curled her eyes like a cat, "It's just a name—what's a good way?"

"Looking at each other and thinking about the bright moon sky - it's not a good name for people to think of the moon when they see the moon!" The young hero laughed loudly, and then pondered the poem upside down for a long while, only to find that Fang Yingjing Quietly there was no sound.

"Miss Fang is the same," he annoyed himself for belittling the beautiful woman, and patted his legs to make amends, "—'Yingying Mingyue', I think it is always the beautiful woman who is related to this month!"

Maybe it was because of the good words, that young man became the only man who stayed in Fang Ying's room that night.

"Miss Fang?" When he woke up, Shaoxia was terrified, as if he was the one who had his innocence tarnished.

Fang Ying leaned down softly on the edge of his bed, "The wine last night was too strong, and the young man was blown by the wind again, so we had to rest here. You are not to blame, are you?"

Don't blame, don't blame, don't blame!

Shaoxia shook his head, stretched his elbows and wanted to get up, but fell back on the bed limply as if he lost his strength.

A splitting headache.The oiran's boudoir is really unusual.

He lay on the bed with pain all over his body, thinking that Fang Ying was really a good girl.

(three)

As for Fang Siming——

Shaoxia couldn't understand why he would spend so much effort and suffer so much on the same person.

He drank with him, fed the dog for him, and he stayed on the roof for most of the night wrapped up in his drunken injury, but he found nothing but a pair of red-stained tearful eyes.

But what do I want to get?Young Xia asked himself this way.

If only he could give me some of his affection for his jerk dad.The young man couldn't answer, but his heart felt a little sour.

He later realized that some people's feelings are inseparable, either they live or die, and they cannot regress.

Fang Siming...

The boy on the bed became short of breath, and finally fell into a deeper dream amidst the sound of bells and spells.

"There is no suffering to destroy the Tao, no wisdom and no gain... No hindrance, no terror, far away from reversing dreams, and finally Nirvana..."

☆、Chapter 2

Four Backtracking

The night in Yanzhou was extremely difficult. The young man lay on the bed in a daze, listening to the cat blowing the wind in the corner, and Wu Ji's soft words lingering on the wine slipped into the curtain.

"He said earlier that he would buy me a drink next time..." He leaned on the hard wooden bed and thought in a daze, "I don't know if it's worth it."

In fact, they have drunk many times.

Sometimes in a dark tavern in the corner of Jinling City, sometimes under a cool starry sky, and later found that the black-covered boats on the Qinhuai River are very good, so stealing fishermen's boats has become a common trick.

Shaoxia felt that they were like ordinary people at that time, and Fang Siming felt that he was a normal person in a trance.

Shaoxia always talks a lot, from Wudang's second senior brother to Aunt Wang's geese; Fang Siming is not used to laughing, and the most common sentence is "noisy".When he said these two words, the corners of his mouth were bright red, slightly upturned, and even stained with the juice of the wine. The young man liked it very much, so he became even more noisy.

"Aren't you going to get drunk?" Once he was really drunk, and the young man lay on the side of the boat, shaking him with his hands in a dizzy state, "Every time I'm drunk, you're still awake; When I woke up, you were still awake...Fang Siming, you are lying..."

"Huh?" Fang Siming cleverly leaned against the corner of the cabin, his expression and eyes were all hidden, only the breath he exhaled was distinct, "Yes, I lied to you."

He spoke slowly, shook the wine jar in his hand again, raised his neck, and the crystal clear juice flowed down his jaw.

The young man stared at it without turning his eyes, and felt that it was a little hot, so he stretched out his hand to touch the cold river water, but it was still hot.

Even the fresh air outside could not save him.Thinking to himself, Shaoxia retracted his head from the window, closed the curtain again, and walked unsteadily on the water pattern to the corner where Fang Siming was leaning.

The boat was very narrow and small, not even the moonlight, the young man's eyes could not adapt to the complete darkness, and he could only distinguish the direction by the sound of the other party's breathing.

He's breathing so fast.The young man thought vaguely.

"Where are you?" He asked the vague shadow in the corner.

Fang Siming said nothing, only the faint laughter suppressed in his throat answered.

"Really drunk?" Shaoxia frowned and moved forward more cautiously.As soon as the shoe touched a soft object, the ankle was snapped fiercely.

"You stepped on my hand, it hurts." Fang Siming complained, the strength in his hand was amazing, the young man fell down suddenly, half of his body was pressed on his arm.

Today's wine is made by Meifang, so Fang Siming's body is also smeared with the fragrance of red plums.The young man suddenly fell to his chest in the fragrance of plum blossoms, he didn't dare to breathe for a while, for fear of blowing away the smell.

"Siming," he called him in a soft voice, "are you still awake?"

The man moved his body in response, obviously unwilling to wake up.

"Then go to sleep." Shaoxia smiled with the corners of his eyes bent, even though he couldn't see it.

But Fang Siming was very persistent, and stretched out the stepped hand unsteadily in front of his eyes, "It hurts." He emphasized again vaguely, with a bit of aggrieved tone, "Nonsense."

How did she become so spoiled?Really drunk.

Realizing this, the young man felt a little joyful; and because of this joy, he felt a little bit suspiciously ashamed: the gentleman is open-minded, his friends drink too much, what is he happy about?

But there is no doubt that his courage is indeed a lot bigger.

"Siming?" Shaoxia called out his friend's name, leaning close to the other's body to look at him.A few locks of snow-white long hair fell down to cover his eyes, and were pushed back by the young hero Xuxu.

"Yeah." Fang Siming is now very docile, quietly leaning against the wall of the ship, blinking slowly.Forget about those gloomy blood and knife lights, his eyes used to be extremely clear - now the stars inside are misty, falling into the night sky, falling into the lake water, and there may be hundreds of swaying selves inside.

"Siming—" Shaoxia thought he looked cute, so he called him in a playful tone, "Siming? Si—Ming—"

When he calls out, Fang Siming responds; when he calls out long, Fang Siming makes it long;

The young man was teasing him at first, but in the end he lost his soul in the befuddled hum of the other party——the abnormal emotion in his heart () quickly magnified.

No, he never just wanted to be friends with him.

——Like a flower seed to the wind, a cat to spring, a man to a woman...or a man to a man.

With a sob in his throat, the young man almost trembled and bent down.

No, it's not possible——

One side of him was suffering like a burning fire, and Fang Siming on the other side put his hand in front of his eyes relentlessly.

"You hurt me just now." The drunk man was extremely tired, and his expression was sleepy.But he still opened his eyes and tilted his head, unwilling to let go of the little "accident" just now.

Death can't change this bad temper.Shaoxia scolded him in his heart, remembering what this man said before, "If someone hurts me, I will definitely give him a lot of color".

——Then I am very kind to you, maybe you feel a little bit?He had no face to ask Fang Siming, who was so drunk and unconscious, Fang Siming kicked him impatiently in the dark, and moved his hand in front of him more and more aggrieved.

"pain."

After taking off the sharp armor, the beauty's fingertips were round and slender, glowing with a full and gentle color under the moonlight.

"Okay, I apologize." Shaoxia laughed, but finally convinced, stretched out his hand to hold his hand in the palm of his hand, breathed upward lightly, "Does it still hurt?"

The other party didn't answer, closed his eyes, and only raised his chin in response.

The stars and rivers turn in the sky, and the dream on the pillow is frightening.

He seemed to see Fang Siming's faint Adam's apple rolling under the snow-white skin, and he seemed to be able to imagine the fragility of taking it in his mouth. In the dim light, he could tell that the thing was more slender than ordinary men Some, and the corners of the owner's eyes were red, with half-drunk eyes, looking at him with pity.

Why does he have this expression?Shaoxia wanted to speak, but couldn't make a sound.The white-haired man bowed his head like a mortal Guanyindu, holding his cold hand in his hot secret place——

Ah... the young man couldn't help shening up.

It's too hot, it's too hot in there, and only he is the salvation.

Do not……

Waking up gasping for breath, the young man groped under his body, and it really was an embarrassing wetness.

☆、Chapter 3

In the middle of the night, water entered the boat.

The young man leaned on the side of the boat and fell asleep, and suddenly felt cool under his feet.As soon as he opened his eyes, he suddenly saw a small black hole on the bottom of the boat, and the icy river water was scrambling to get into the boat with bubbles.

It's bad!Shaoxia sighed, and hurriedly used something to block it, but there was no effect at all, and watched the water overflow to the bottom of his feet.

Most likely it was the bad idea of ​​the fishermen who had their boat stolen!Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling angry, and turned to stare at Fang Siming, who was still sleeping soundly: I don't know what's wrong with this guy, he's been getting excited since he got on a boat by chance, and I really like to take him there in the middle of the night." Borrow" the lifeblood of the fisherman.When you have a good memory, you secretly keep a few ingots of silver, and when you have a bad memory... In short, you can't blame others for thinking of such a way to hurt them in a sneaky way.

"How old is he, still like to do this kind of thing. Stupid." Shaoxia murmured to himself, and worried that Fang Siming would rarely sleep soundly, so he didn't dare to murmur loudly.Uneasy reached out to touch him, but luckily, the water hadn't seeped yet.

"It's really my turn to wipe your ass this time..." Shaoxia thought he was unlucky and stood up, and went out of the cabin to look for tools, but before he could stand still, he heard a roar from the shore:

"Wu Laoer's boat is over there!"

"Come on!"

"Catch them!"

Dense torches lit up along the river bank, like the eyes of ghosts and monsters in the dark night. The men shouted loudly, their footsteps were noisy for a while, and then there was the sound of strong men plopping into the water.

"Little thief! Hurry up and get your aunt down!"

"Fucking bastard, I'm going to risk my life today to not have this boat!"

The men in the south of the Yangtze River have always been in the waves, and the water quality is very good. After a while, they jumped near the boat, and all of them swung wooden sticks in their hands, and smashed the boat desperately.The young man was shocked to the extreme, and fearing to hurt the innocent, he had to use all his internal energy to enclose the boat in the circle of light, which would only last for a while.

More holes were knocked out of the plank, and the boat gurgled more and more happily.

"It's over." Although Shaoxia is known as a rookie in the martial arts and a young talent, he is really a good boy who sits upright and walks straight.One of his hands was still blocking the original opening, and he smacked his lips in bewilderment—the fame of the Five Great Schools is really about to capsize in the gutter.

How about taking off Fang Siming's mask to cover his face.The young man thought desperately.

"Shut up!" It was at this moment that a familiar low voice came from my ear.Before the young man could feel at ease, Fang Siming blindfolded his seven orifices, his eyes darkened, and he suddenly fell into his arms:

Splashes of water sprang up from the sky, and the wind and waves roared like a monster, and the trembling boat was torn in half by the huge waves. I don't know where Fang Siming rolled, and they were like two fried dough sticks. fell into the water.

The water in the early spring was so cold, the young hero lost his vision, and his sense of touch became extremely sensitive. He felt like a quail being held in Fang Siming's arms, and couldn't help but struggled, embarrassed and pitiful.

"Hmm..." With suspicious red on his face, he hummed to express his resistance.

"Don't move!" Fang Siming enunciated the words with a breath, and the strength in his hand did not loosen, "The person hasn't left yet."

I don't know where Fang Siming practiced the crooked ways, but he still breathed out in the water as usual; Shaoxia only felt that he was going to be suffocated, so he had to blink desperately in the water, forcing Fang Siming to let go of the hands covering his eyes.

"You can go out now," Shaoxia stretched out his hand to gesture to him.

"Difficult to deal with..." Fang Siming shook his hand, looking very disgusted, but he was unmoved, "Without you, how would I hide in such a place... If I go out and be seen, your master's face will be ashamed It's going to be thrown away."

On the contrary, he talked more than usual, his eyes were slightly red, and he swayed with the waves, as if he was still a little drunk.

But it's really too close!

The unbearable heat passed close to him, the drenched clothes were useless like waste, and his head was short of oxygen, the young man became dazed for a moment:

He has been taught how to please men and women... In fact, why bother, even if he does nothing, just standing there heartlessly, I would rather...

Thinking of this, he raised his hazy eyes to look at Fang Siming.

Perhaps because he seemed to be unconscious, Fang Siming trembled in that room.

Don't really get suffocated.

Then the back of Shaoxia's head was lightly held, Fang Siming lowered his eyes, and covered his soft and warm lips.

His lips and teeth are much gentler than himself, the overlapping eyelashes cast a small shadow on his face, the warm breath is messy and entangled, and the breath of life is slowly blooming in the water, and the only thought in the young man's mind But it is "finished".

The flowing waves of spring water are just like the foolishness of youth.

After a while, they finally floated to the surface of the water like seaweed. Sure enough, the angry fishermen were far away, far away from thousands of mountains, rivers and mist; the young man still had his arms around him, and Fang Siming glued him to the hair on his face Little by little.

His heart is not that hard at all.Thinking about it, the young man almost trembled in the water... The fiery burn on his face was swept into the icy river, bringing another wave.

Fang Siming also stopped talking, raised his head slightly, and looked at him so calmly and tenderly for the first time; there was still a trace of the smell of wine on his body, prompting an absurd invitation.

The moonlight is as cool as water, and the mist is empty, and the boundary between the moonlight and the water color has lost for a while——

"Brother Siming, I really like you." Nian, who had just been rescued by him, leaned over without knowing his height, and inserted his fingers into the man's wet hair.

The moon-white clothes fluttered in the water, cutting the lingering ripples, implying some kind of wild promise.

The moon tonight is really good, so good that it is like a dream that will never wake up.

What day is today, I have to be in the same boat with the prince.

The boy had a long dream.

He dreamed that his sweetheart covered him with a robe, on which was the fragrance of plum blossom wine;

He dreamed that he was open to him, his body was silent and warm, but his expression was always mournful;

He dreamed that the flying eagle of Wansheng Pavilion landed on the window lattice, and then the sword light soared into the sky, and the golden armor was stained with blood.

Do not!

Breaking out in a cold sweat, the young man woke up from the confusion, and touched the soft brocade quilt of the inn with both hands.And Fang Siming was half leaning on the other side of the bed, his hair was slightly wet, and he looked at him thoughtfully.

The fundus of the eyes is reddish, and the expression is cold.

The real and the fake overlap, the young man recalled the "truth" he had personally experienced, and suddenly saw his stern expression, his heart trembled.

"Brother Siming!" He hurriedly sat up, trying to explain to Fang Siming, the black robe covering his body slipped onto the bed, "I didn't mean to be frivolous to you..."

What is it if it is not intentional?Dual cultivation of Shinto and Dao, or mutual love?The young man stopped, thinking that what he said was too false.

"It's okay." Fang Siming turned his head away with a cold expression, opened his mouth, and his voice was slightly hoarse.

His mind was full of crazy images from last night.

His body, this mutilated and abnormal body, made shameless and happy sounds under the caress of the man. The boy asked him "how is it" chaotically and urgently again and again, and he used "hmmm" over and over again. Ah, respond to him with your body: hurry up, do it again, don't stop.Maybe he also used the dirty tricks he learned before like a gangster, without shame.To please the other party, but also to please yourself——

The young man was jerky and disorganized, and was extremely reckless. Fang Siming almost felt that his body was about to break - he was horrified to find that he enjoyed the feeling of being possessed and turned upside down. Maybe he was born to be a scum like those women in the fun.

It can be said that this is not the case!

If only it broke.

Then he wouldn't have to face the huge shame at the moment.

He took him for a woman? —Don't even think about it!

How did the young man know his twists and turns, seeing his expression, his heart turned cold, and his face turned pale: You didn't reject me at that time, how did I know you didn't want to?

On the other hand, Fang Siming was about to bite his lower lip to bleed, but he only glanced at the young man with an indifferent expression on his face, and tapped the pear blossom picture on the bed with his slender fingers.

At this moment of stalemate, the ghostly black eagle of Wansheng Pavilion appeared on the window sill.

Fang Siming turned his head to pick up the note, and the initial layer of extremely thick and extremely cold ice formed on his face again.

"I'm leaving." He picked up the scattered robes and stood up, but he was a little annoyed for no reason because he almost couldn't stand still because of the sex last night.

"Don't go!" The true and false dreams corresponded to the reality, and the young man shouted at him, "You promised, if I beg you, you can promise me... I beg you not to go!"

The young man's sad voice almost shattered him, Fang Siming couldn't help turning his back, and it took a long time before he sneered like before:

"That's why I was stupid in the past." After speaking, he sneered even more frivolously, "What promise do you want? To live and die with you? You'd better not believe in people like me."

"Why do you humiliate yourself like this!" The young man was angry.

"It's none of your business." Fang Siming didn't get angry. Instead, he squatted down more gently, so that his eyes were at the same level as the young hero, "Do you think that... I slept with you, and I belonged to you?" ?”

When he said this, his fingers hooked back and forth on Shaoxia's face, with an affectionate arc, "Don't be stupid."

I don't end well for people like me. Forget about me, please.

It's time to wake up from the dream.

Clouds and rains are desolate, and dreams have no rewards.

There are even more idiots

☆、Chapter 4

When the news of Zhu Wengui's arrest came, Shaoxia was squatting in the yard to feed the dogs. The old hen walked over swaggeringly and squatted down in front of him with his buttocks pouted.

The young man raised his eyebrows, thinking it was quite expected.

"Where are the others?" He looked blank, as if asking casually.Only the hand still shook, and the burnt yellow minced meat fell to the ground, and was licked clean by the black dog.

Zhang San took a jug of celebration wine and sat down on the rock with a smile on his face, his eyebrows were beaming and his spirit was flying high, "It's exactly the same as Xiang Shuai's guess, Lin Qinghui really turned her back on her - she asked you to go with her a long time ago, You just want to squat in this corner and get moldy." He was elated, and his body was full of refreshing breath of eradicating evil spirits, "The most proud disciples of the five sects have all arrived, and the ancestor of Yunmeng is still sitting in front, darling, I think it's fine None of Huashan Lunjian came together. It’s all the Ten Thousand Saints Pavilion, it’s really abominable!"

Yes, killing people, setting fires, and stealing people's souls is really abominable.

"Cut the weeds and roots, then everyone in Wansheng Pavilion must be dead." The young man lowered his head, cut off another piece of meat, and stuffed it in front of the hen, which screamed and ran away.

"That's not true." Zhang San sighed regretfully, "Zhu Wengui just trained a group of lonely women before, and before they could be used, Xiangshuai decided to let them go on his own initiative. And the young master..."

"Young Master of Wansheng Pavilion?"

"Yes, it's his fate. Zhu Wengui couldn't hold on when he didn't return to the valley. After throwing him down," Zhang San shook his head. What kind of tricks are so blurred that the human eye can't see them, and they have been deadlocked for several hours."

"At the end of the crossbow, if you fight in the corner, you won't last long." The young hero's face was as cold as ice, he put away everything in his hand, and began to wipe his sword carefully.

"Isn't it! Brothers can see clearly when sitting here, and those little Luoluo who follow him are not stupid!" Zhang San patted his thigh and laughed loudly, "Later, he had a man named Heart Eater King, who ran away. Came here to sell the key to his ghost formation. Good guy, that’s called a clever trick, and he can really fool around for a while. It’s a pity that dog eats dog—and it’s a pity that the little devil and the ghost king couldn’t be found after the formation broke, and he didn’t know what to do again. What kind of trick..."

If he is missing, he may still be alive.

The sword was polished until it was shiny, and the young hero put it into the sword case with a swipe, and stood up:

"Brother Zhang, do you have Liumiao Wan? If not, Yangjinhua, Prunella vulgaris and Wulingzhi will also work."

Zhang San was puzzled, but Su Rongrong finally packed up the small light green package and handed it to him with a smile on her face: "Prunella vulgaris stops bleeding, Wulingzhi removes blood stasis, as for Yangjinhua... Here it is."

"Sister Rongrong..." The young man wanted to explain, but Su Rongrong held his hand, expressing his understanding:

"Forget it, you go."

The young man took a deep look at her, jumped on the white horse, and disappeared outside the green bamboo fence in a few steps.

"What is he doing?" Zhang San still opened his mouth, feeling that the young man's temperament is too uncertain, "Prunella vulgaris stops bleeding, Wulingzhi removes blood stasis, what is Yangjinhua doing?"

"Martyrdom. Sweat drug." Su Rongrong glanced at him expressionlessly, and pointed at his head, "Stone."

It was not the first time Fang Siming was injured in such embarrassment, on the contrary, this was the easiest time.

Anyway, it's the last time.

"You betrayed me." He leaned on the messy pile of weeds, still maintaining a condescending posture.

"Yes." The Heart Eater King admitted readily, staring at Fang Siming's blood oozing from his black shirt, "But I still saved you, and I did it for your own good."

Fang Siming supported the tree and slowly stood still, his expression became more and more gloomy: "What are you, what qualifications do you have to say that you are good for me?"

As he spoke, he switched the dagger to his right hand, and finely adjusted the blade—even when he was unconscious just now, he was holding it tightly—there was a shiny sapphire hidden in the handle of the thing. □, his destination, the source of his bliss.

"When you were young, you cried to find your adoptive father. I hugged you and gave you candy." Ghost King's legs softened, but his mouth became more rigid, "Siming, you are obedient. If your uncle really hurts you, I will never send you here again."

Fang Siming laughed when he heard the words, "Isn't it because I have the antidote for Hehe San? Without this medicine, you can still be a human being?"

"Naturally there is a reason for this." The Heart-Eating Ghost King did not deny it, "Siming, young master, give it to me. From then on, there will be no Heart-Eating Ghost King and no Young Pavilion Master in the Jianghu. Don't be a ghost..."

He still wants to be a human?

Fang Siming gritted his teeth, he was about to vomit blood with hatred: He even missed the chance to be a man, why does this old thief still want to be a man?Why does he think he can really be a human being?

dream!

"I gave you the antidote, so where can I get mine? Can you help me find Zhu Wengui?" Finally exhausted, Fang Siming's palm condensed a strange sword light, pointing directly at the heart-eating ghost king's brow ,"ridiculous!"

"Fang Siming, stop the fuck!" At this moment, he yelled out of thin air, still a few feet away, but he came through clouds and cracked rocks.Fang Siming was almost exhausted, but when he heard the name and the voice, he trembled all over his body, subconsciously interrupted his movements, his true energy rushed retrogradely into the damaged internal organs, he groaned, and spit out again A mouthful of blood came.

The terrified ghost king cried and rolled aside, hugging his head, but Fang Siming couldn't help it, and fell backwards—in the arms of the boy who appeared out of thin air.

"Asshole." He gritted his teeth and scolded him viciously.

"I can't kill anymore." The boy frowned, the tone of an old master in the school, as if he had never heard of his evil words.

"Don't worry about it."

Fang Siming stopped just now completely out of subconsciousness - when Shaoxia really saw his viciousness, he wished to show him all the ugliness in himself, "Wansheng Pavilion handles its own dregs, don't let outsiders talk about it."

Fang Siming felt a little thinner than last time through the wet and sticky material. The white dark clothes just rubbed against his robe, and it was immediately stained with blood red.

"Open your mouth and take the medicine." The young hero no longer bothered with him, lifted his chin, and pushed the small pill away with one hand, "Save your life and save Zhu Wengui alive."

The tone was extremely sarcastic, and Fang Siming's face turned ashen.

And this expression made the young man angry, he simply turned him over half-supported, stopped looking at him, and slowly moved towards him.

Gentle and pure inner strength flows in, but the wound of the sweetheart is like a bottomless pit that will never heal.

"I beg you young man, please help me, young man!" At this moment, the Heart Eater Ghost King finally came to his senses, and ran to pull the hem of young man's clothes, "I'm in Wansheng Pavilion for dozens of people!" Years, never done sorry young master..."

Before he could finish his sentence, his head tilted limply to one side, and the blood beads from his neck sprayed on the faces of the two of them.

And Fang Siming put away the blue light in his palm and coughed violently.He bent into a painful arc in the boy's arms, and all the blood foam from his mouth spit out on the boy's wrist:

"Anyone who betrays me must die."

"Can you fucking care about when you die?" Shaoxia was so angry that he couldn't help yelling at him, "Don't move! If you move again, I will watch you die and grind away your adoptive father's bones Feed the dog!"

The action just now seems to have exhausted all Fang Siming's strength, and also took away all the will to be brave.He was in extreme pain and exhaustion, and if he really didn't move, his expression and body softened.

I don't know which sentence I thought was interesting, but I still curled the corners of my mouth in the young man's arms.

"Grind it, grind it. If you die, there is nothing to worry about. It's enough." He seemed to be talking to himself, his voice was weak, his eyes were wandering, and he didn't know where to stop: "... When he was a child, he really hugged me. Pass me, and give me candy. At that time, he was really good to me."

Shaoxia didn't know whether the "he" was referring to the Heart Eater or Zhu Wengui.

Fang Siming took a hard breath and continued, ""Because he wanted something from me.He bet on me in the past, and now he begs for my medicine-but how can I have the antidote?Besides foster father, who would have the antidote?Cough cough...cough..."

"I'll talk about it when you're better, don't say it, don't say it!" Shaoxia couldn't bear to listen any more, and reached out to cover his mouth, but was stopped by Fang Siming:

"Don't, don't fight with me, my body hurts." He blocked the young man's hand coquettishly, because of his weakness, the force was very light, but he managed to scare the young man away.

"What about you, Yaolang? What are you asking for from me like this?"

He leaned on the young man's forearm, staring at him calmly, even tenderly.

please.

I pray that you will be safe and smooth, that you will be joyful and worry-free, and that I will grow old together with you and raise my eyebrows together.

There is no need to say the answer, everyone understands it.

The young hero remained silent, his palms were filled with breath, and he tried his best to catch up with the lost life of his sweetheart.

"Don't bother." Fang Siming understood, he pushed away Shaoxia's hand again, and hooked his neck with difficulty, so that their hair, eyes, lips and teeth overlapped.

He was still good-looking, even though he was in such a mess, he still looked like cherry blossoms in spring—blooming cherry blossoms, fragile cherry blossoms, cherry blossoms falling into mud.

Sakura pulled Shaoxia down, as if she was about to melt under him.

Aside from underwater half-truths, it was their first kiss, and there was no worse kiss in the world.

The young man couldn't tell whether it was blood or tears on his face, whose blood and whose tears.

With a fishy and sweet taste in his mouth, he had the illusion that he was killing Fang Siming.

☆、Chapter 5

Fang Siming tried his best to keep him.He was injured all over, his back, hands, waist and abdomen ached; he was trembling unceasingly, and the buzzing buzzing in his ears continued; Drowning here—but he is also greedy like never before, like a vine that has not seen the light for a long time, wanting everything, but can't catch anything.

"Don't be like this, Siming, don't be like this..." Shaoxia pressed his shoulder and forced him to stop.Fang Siming's actions made him panic - he didn't seem to be lingering, but he seemed to be saying goodbye.

"You're angry." The other party stopped and stared at him with golden pupils like glass, in a statement tone.

Unexpectedly, he was so straightforward, Shaoxia trembled, "Yes, I'm really angry." He forced an ugly smile on his tear-stained face, "You want it when you want it, and leave immediately if you don't want it." ——What do you take me for? Do you know that I also have a heart, and I also suffer from five poisons and seven sufferings?"

"How could you just leave like that?" The young man had been tortured by him for several months. At this moment, the grief that was suppressed in his heart suddenly rolled out, and the tears could no longer be stopped, and they fell hot on Fang Siming's face. "I don't know what I did wrong, I want to apologize to you, I want to say it's my fault, but where the hell am I going to find you? As long as you don't want to see me, I can't find you, it's too much It's not fair, Fang Siming, this is so unfair..."

All obstacles, that is, ultimate awareness; gaining and losing thoughts, is nothing but liberation; wisdom and ignorance are all prajna.

"Silly."

Fang Siming touched his hand, and felt a kind of joy that was close to pain: the pure love of a young man clearly revealed his darkness, filth and cruelty, and made him struggle with pain; now he has finally proved that these struggles And the pain was not his alone—what a cruel joy.

However, he was absolutely powerless to face this joy, so he could only close his eyes in an evasive way, and leaned deeper into the young man's arms.

Yea, I am full of sin.

What should we do?Leave it to you to punish.

"I heard from them that they wanted to destroy the Wansheng Pavilion in Saibei, and my first thought was that I could see you—" the young man choked up, "but I thought, maybe you don't want to see me, you Maybe you don’t want to see me even after you die—what can I do, do you want me to watch you die?”

Fang Siming's heart ached from his crying, and he raised his hand tremblingly, trying to wipe his tears, but was held in his heart by the boy whimpering.

"I'm sorry, Yaolang, I'm sorry..." His face turned sickly red, and he tried to find a place to hide, but he couldn't move.

"I'm going to ask the Bodhisattva, I know you don't believe in that, but I can't bear it," the young man wiped away his tears, his face was covered with dust, "on the Buddha's sign is Lord Mengchang's rooster crowing to pass the pass. Reunite in the gaps. But I think you may not be able to wait that long. If you die this time, I will die with you; if you don't die, you come with me... okay?"

The young man's clear and chaotic confession was like a sharp sword piercing into his heart, tearing away the hard armor, revealing the warm heart inside.

"Fool." Fang Siming opened his mouth after a long time, holding the boy's long hair hanging down his cheeks, "I didn't annoy you that day, I just...I just annoyed myself."

"Yi...someone taught me before, no matter what you do in front of others, don't lose your composure, don't show your emotions, and stay awake at all times," he said with difficulty, and he paused for a long time when he said this, "Speaking of it You may not believe it, but that was the first time I was drunk in front of others, and I was half asleep and unconscious—I shouldn’t have been defenseless against you, I was very scared.”

He tilted his head, as if recalling a very happy event, and slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, "Actually, I am... greedy for comfort. When I am with you, I am very happy."

He was shaking so badly that every word he said was broken into pieces.The boy was terrified, and reached out to cover his mouth:

"Don't say it, don't say it. What to do in one breath, do you want to explain the funeral?"

He grabbed Fang Siming's shoulders, trying to carry him on his back.Fang Siming had no strength at all, and just slid down softly.

"Don't bother, Yaolang." He smiled dyingly, "You are still young and have a long way to go, don't get involved with me. When you grow up, if you still remember me..."

"Don't even think about it!" The young man gritted his teeth and shouted at him, "—you have treated me like this, there is no reason to pay it off so cheaply!"

"I still don't know..." Fang Siming turned his face away, thought for a while, and nodded to him, "Then I will wait for you on the Naihe Bridge. If you live another 30 years, I will wait for you for 30 years; If you become an immortal, I will go to Abi Hell to be a coolie, and I will never make any other vows with others. Do you agree?"

"Not good! Not good!" The boy's eyes became redder, and he grabbed his thin back, "You're lying to me, don't try to lie to me in the next life, I don't mind!"

But my life is over.

Fang Siming thought silently in his heart.

But a villain like him is afraid that he will fall into the ghost realm after death, so how can he pay him back in the next life?

What a headache.

"Then what do you say?" He couldn't think anymore.

"I'll take you away. Let's go to the city to recuperate your wounds, okay?" Shaoxia heard hope from his words, "We'll do other things when you recover. I'll accompany you to find good wine Drink, go listen to the music, I will accompany you to do whatever you want, okay?"

What an innocent child.

He is an important criminal of the imperial court and the head of a cult, and he couldn't even survive without Zhu Wengui's medicine, and this child actually said that he would wait for him to recover from his injuries.

How touching.

Fang Siming couldn't bear to reject him, so he nodded and said yes.

When he woke up again, he was lying on a wooden bed in the suburbs, and the young man was sitting on the side, carefully blowing the hot air on the spoon.

Looking up again, Fang Siming saw Zhang Jianzhai in front of the bed.

"You're finally awake," the young man saw him open his eyes, his brows were brimming with joy, and he leaned over to test the temperature on his forehead. "It's several hours later than the doctor said. If you don't wake up again..."

The young man's tone was rather boring, Fang Siming glanced at Zhang Jianzhai to signal him not to get carried away, the young man pursed his mouth and barely kept his mouth shut.

"The old man has never smashed his own signboard, so the young man can rest assured." The old doctor seemed oblivious, and reached out to find Fang Siming's pulse.The latter wanted to shrink subconsciously, but held back abruptly.

"This medicine is too bitter." Fang Siming frowned, shook the brown liquid in the ceramic bowl, half complained and half coquettishly shook his head at the young man, "I want sugar."

"It seems that you'd better fall asleep, as soon as you wake up, there will be a lot of things." Shaoxia was helpless, but smiled happily, and bent down in front of him like coaxing a child, "Then I'll get it now, don't move around. "

Fang Siming nodded obediently, while Zhang Jianzhai said, "What are you afraid of with him around?"After a run, the young man went out through the window in embarrassment.

As soon as he left, the room fell into an eerie silence.

"The old man should know who I am." It was Fang Siming who spoke first, his expression was cold and indifferent, and he was completely different from Fang Cai.

Zhang Jianzhai, however, remained calm and continued to give him the needles, "If you are a doctor, there are patients all over the world. What's more, the young master is seriously ill."

"If the old man treats me, isn't he afraid of his life?"

"The young man once saved the old man's life, so the young man's friend, the old man, became the young man." Zhang Jianzhai concentrated on inserting another thin silver needle into his wrist, "The old man does not know who the young master is."

The tip of the needle turned black immediately, and Fang Siming cursed "Old Fox" in his heart.

"Young master, you should not think too much, as the stagnation of liver qi will hurt your body."

"I won't live long." Fang Siming said bluntly, unwilling to entangle with him anymore.

"If you don't get rid of the seven-step Gu in your body, and you can't find a host, you won't be able to live for long."

Then what are you doing here pretending to be giving needles?Fang Siming thought it was funny, so he felt relieved, and asked him like a family chat, "How many more months?"

"Ten days." Zhang Jianzhai gestured, "The old man gave the young master the needle not to save the young master, but to reassure my friend and let the young master live a decent life."

Mentioning that "friend", Fang Siming's face darkened, "Is there really no other way?"

"Unless you find the Gu master, unless the Gu master is generous enough to give you the antidote."

Zhu Wengui.

Might as well be dreaming.

Fang Siming pondered for a while, pushed away the brocade quilt on his body, and knelt down in front of Zhang Jianzhai, "Please trouble Mr. Junior, don't let him know about this matter."

Except for Zhu Wengui, he has never kneeled before anyone else in his life, and the second one is Zhang Jianzhai who saved lives and rescued sentient beings.

Old Mr. Zhang didn't help him either, and let him kneel down, looking into his eyes unfathomably, "He will know sooner or later."

"If you can hide it for a day, it's a day."

Anyway, he won't be able to settle accounts when I die.

Zhang Jianzhai sighed quietly, expressing his acquiescence.

☆、Chapter 6

Fang Siming recovered quickly.In the first two days, the genius doctor had to go to the room three times a day to feel his pulse, and on the third day, he and the young hero were able to visit Zhang Jianzhai in a refreshing manner.

"Sure enough, Mr. Zhang is more energetic today." The young man approached Fang Siming with satisfaction, and looked at him with a smile. "It's not in vain that I guard that broken medicine stove all day, it's so hot."

As he said, he picked up a short sleeve, and pretended to show his smooth wrist, "Look here, here--you should look at my hot blisters, oh, it hurts..."

Fang Siming glanced at him, said nothing, lowered his head and smiled slightly.

Gulou Street is still the old Gulou Street, with tooth paths, willow paths, and embroidered bead curtains, but it always makes people see something different.

"Bring some gifts." Fang Siming stopped when passing by the morning market, "In case you have a headache in the future, it will be convenient to find him."

"Say it as if you're not sick," Shaoxia curled his lips, "it's okay, I sealed the money to thank him a few days ago, but he always refuses to accept it; I don't know whether to buy your face or not."

"That's because you don't know how to choose." Fang Siming raised his eyebrows and thought for a while, "I don't think the old man has any other thoughts, so why not get some rare herbs; musk and dendrobium in this season are both It's rare...what's the matter with you?"

I saw the boy shaking his head solemnly, and looked at him playfully, "There are also 'tears of true love'—" After speaking, he sighed pretentiously, "Forget it, you hard-hearted fellow may not be able to cry, I But I can squeeze two drops... I don’t know if I’ve shed so much, whether my poison has been cured or not.”

Fang Siming was blocked by his words from the past, angry and funny at the same time, he flung his sleeves and walked forward quickly, "Don't push it to be poisonous or not, it's clearly a dementia in the mother's womb—"

"It's okay, lovesickness." Shaoxia muttered, and followed in a few steps.

So what Zhang Jianzhai saw was a young man with a spring face and Fang Siming with a ruddy complexion.

"The old man looks more refreshed when he looks at the young master." Behind him stood the same kind-eyed boy, who looked up and down Fang Siming with the old man kindly, "Young man, how nice it is to show your forehead like this. The heavenly court blocks the luck, the heavenly court is bright, the heart is comforted, there are no dangers in the day, no nightmares in the night, the color is shiny, the energy is full, and what you do is auspicious..."

Fang Siming patiently followed his words and nodded sentence by sentence; the young man smiled obediently and cheerfully, but he grabbed his hand behind his back restlessly, and stroked upward strokes: "Thank me?"

Yes yes yes, all thanks to you!

The boy's fingers were soft and cunning, scratching Fang Siming's heart itchy.He simply twisted it, tapped two acupuncture points on his lower back, and pushed in front of the old man.The young man was stunned, he couldn't move for a moment.

"We... Yaolang's fortune has been very good recently, and he is said to be blessed by others in the north and south." Fang Siming helped the young man again, and clasped his fists at Zhang Jianzhai in a polite manner, "so early in the morning So he said he wanted to come to the Shantang to help, I wonder if there is still a shortage of people here for the old gentleman?"

"If the young man has a heart, the old man will welcome it naturally. You can't ask for it, you can't ask for it!" The old man laughed heartily, and the young man twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling that Fang Siming was really spoiled.

At dusk, the young man set up a summer mat in the yard, the rush woven surface was cool, and the evening wind was warm, which was very pleasant.

Fang Siming's black robe was stained with blood, and after being washed, it was randomly stuffed into the innermost part of the suitcase.At this time, he was only wearing a moon-white singlet, and his long, freshly washed hair was dripping wetly over his shoulders.

"I don't know how to dry it off a bit, and catch cold carefully." Shaoxia supported Erlang's legs, not very happy.Zhang Jianzhai ordered him around for a whole day, and he was dizzy due to the troubles of Sanqi, Mahuang, and Chuanqiong, so he became more and more itchy to find the instigator.

Fang Siming saw it clearly, so he moved to lean on him obediently; the young man didn't bother to talk to him, and he didn't get annoyed, took the young man's hand, and pressed the Laogong acupoint on his palm one after another.

I don't know where this guy learned his amazing skills, the young man just felt that his heart and liver had been worn down by him inside and out, and he felt uncontrollably comfortable.After squinting his eyes and enjoying it for a while, he sighed helplessly, walked around Fang Siming's shoulders and gathered his long hair, and stretched his waist against him:

"Why do I feel that your movements are very familiar..." Shaoxia said sleepily; Fang Siming's hands froze, and he asked in a low voice, "Huh?"

"I don't know, but it looks like I met somewhere before..." Shaoxia recalled in a daze, and before he could figure it out, Fang Siming snorted coldly and threw his hand back, "I'm afraid it's not somewhere You should think clearly about the young lady and girl in the Qinlou Chu Pavilion, and don't get confused."

His tone was cold and his expression was unfriendly.The young man was startled, and just about to stand up and apologize, the woman's name lit up in a blink of an eye—Fang Ying, the oiran Fang Ying.

Fang Ying, the oiran of Wansheng Pavilion.

Fang Ying, the oiran who is elusive and hot and cold towards him.

If you still don't understand at this point, Shaoxia is really a fool.

He turned his head stumblingly, and even stumbled with his mouth: "You, you, were you the one who saw me in Linglongfang those days?" The young hero grabbed Fang Siming who was about to leave, "...you Don't run!"

Just seeing the other party's ears turn red.

Mommy.

"...Fang Siming, watch me talk." Shaoxia was anxious, holding his hand and refusing to let go.Fang Siming earned a few times, but he didn't lose it. He simply turned around and looked at him condescendingly:

"Yeah, what's the matter, don't young heroes think it's not enough?"

His clothes were loose and loose, revealing a small piece of white jade-like skin.The person was still the same person, but there was a sudden charm in his eyes, he bent down provocatively, and tapped the young hero's chin, "Why are you so easy to deceive?"

You want to die.

The young hero was angry, and grabbed his wrist and pressed him on the mat. Fang Siming snorted a few times, but he didn't resist.

The material of his clothes is excellent, soft and breathable, which also means that to some extent, it is better than nothing.The boy tore it away angrily, but he just refused to do it.

"Tell me, is it you all the time, or..." the young man panted, his eyes were foggy, and he looked very aggrieved.

"No, no..." Fang Siming felt terribly ashamed. He drooped his eyes and remained silent for a while, then suddenly pinched the young man's waist, gritted his teeth and turned him over, "But unfortunately, when you come, every time it's me .”

"Don't be like others!" The young man looked at him with red eyes regardless of his rude actions.

Do you really think of me as a woman?Fang Siming frowned, smiled inwardly, his face turned cold, "What's so sour?"

"I failed to recognize you," the young man wrapped his arms around his neck, whimpering with anger and grievance in his voice, "I shouldn't have let you be in that kind of place...I should have recognized you, sorry."

"...idiot." Fang Siming didn't realize that he was thinking about this. He was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and carefully kissed his eyes, "I don't need to do these things. I... just want to tease you."

"Really?" The young man didn't believe it.

"By the way, get some news about Chu Liuxiang." Fang Siming was still too honest.

"shameless."

"Yes Yes Yes."

The young man persisted, "Then do you want to know Xiang Shuai more, or do you want to see me more?"

"Where is there such a comparison?" Fang Siming laughed, and the second half of the sentence was stuck in his throat.

Fortunately, the sun is coming to an end, so it can't be regarded as daytime announcement ().

☆、Chapter 7

"Don't lie to me again." In the end, the young man wrapped Fang Siming's hair around his fingers.Fang Siming tilted motionlessly, not knowing how much he listened to.

In fact, there are not many such times.

The story of the young hero following Chu Liuxiang on Bat Island has long been spread, and now anyone who mentions that handsome Xiangshuai has to boast "the proud little apprentice brought out by that handsome Xiangshuai".And this little apprentice doesn't have the arrogance that famous disciples often have, so people in the Jianghu always look for him—if they can't find the little apprentice, they ask Zhang San and Hu Tiehua to help them find him, which makes them very troublesome. Write a letter every day and complain to him, "Which fucking corner are you hiding in?"

The young man just smiled, feeling a little sweet and troubled.

"Go ahead, I am a living person with all hands and feet, what else can happen?" Fang Siming lazily leaned on the bed, lazily watching the young man sharpen the bamboo pen.The young man has always been used to being dominated by his elder brothers, so he is exceptionally dexterous in doing these trivial things.With a few flips of the fingers, a lively sparrow actually stood on the head of the bamboo tube, smiling naively at people.

"Why don't you worry about me getting hurt?" The young man complained to him, and he breathed on the newly finished gadget, and the bamboo chips flew into a ball, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

"Aren't we the young talents of 'Bravely Breaking into Wansheng Pavilion, Wisdom Retreating from Bat Island', setting things right and helping the martial arts? How can we be so delicate?" Fang Siming mocked the tone of the storyteller in the teahouse while Holding his face over with a smile, he blew carefully into his eyes, "——why are you so careless?"

The boy's eyelashes flickered against his face, like a little butterfly, looking very proud.

Fang Siming stared blankly for a while, then sighed softly against his forehead, "You can't always be tied to me..."

"What do you mean?" Shaoxia suddenly became alert.

He tensed like a chord, tightly holding onto Fang Siming's hand—if you don't get it, you have to worry about it.What is gained is what is lost.If you worry about losing it, you will do everything.

Fang Siming was in pain, so he could only pat him on the back comfortingly, "Why are you so nervous? Yaolang, Yaolang? Relax..."

The boy let out an "Ah" as if he had just woken up from a dream, and let him go in a hurry; but immediately regretted it, and clasped his hands together in his palms and clasped them again in a panic.

The past few days have been peaceful and comfortable, so comfortable that he felt uneasy, always afraid that it was a dreamlike dream; and he didn't dare to delve into it, lest the dream would not stand up to scrutiny and shatter in a moment.

He tested Fang Siming's expression, shook his head very lightly and stubbornly, "No."

"what?"

"Don't say that." The young man carefully pulled his skirt, his eyes were clear, "It's unlucky, I'll be scared."

Fang Siming was heartbroken by him, so he had to turn his face away in a hurry, put on a smile and pulled him into his arms, "Are you really stupid to say you have dementia?" ,But it is……"

"Huh?" The boy leaned on his shoulder, his eyes wide open;

It's just...Fang Siming twisted his wrist, and saw a circle of red marks where he was pulled.

"It's just worrying about holding you back. You are still young and you have a long way to go... But in the future, if you want me to accompany you, I will try my best to accompany you." At the end, he let out a "bah" in disgust, and nodded the young man's head, "Is this the way it is? It's really kind to treat you like a donkey, a dog biting Lu Dongbin, and you don't know what's good..."

His tone was joking, and the boy also smiled, "Give me a sweet date with a stick, who are you bluffing?"

"Some people just eat this, what can I do?" Fang Siming raised his eyebrows, let him go, and shook his sleeves exaggeratedly, "Oh, I'm covered in snot and tears..."

"Is this disgusting? It's not over yet." Shaoxia smiled and leaned over.

This body is willing to be the king's family swallow, and will not return when Qiushe returns.

At night, Fang Siming dreamed of Zhu Wengui.The old man covered in blood looked at him contemptuously, saying that he was a worthless waste, a dirty and unworthy son.

"Tell father, what are you dreaming about?" Zhu Wengui didn't hit him this time, and there was even some sympathy in his eyes, "My dear boy, you will always be so cowardly...Only father will never abandon you, come here as a father Come, just like when you were a child. Only your father will love you forever..."

No! ——Fang Siming woke up sweating profusely, and was stiff for a moment, only to find that his fingers were convulsed and his voice was hoarse.

Didn't say anything?He looked back at the young man in horror, the young man didn't seem to notice it, and hugged him with his limbs intertwined through the thin quilt, still in a dazed tone, "Are you awake?"

His throat rolled and he couldn't speak.

It'll be fine, it'll be fine.It's just the medicine.

"Why are you so cold and caught a cold again?" The young man touched his neck and became worried. He wanted to turn on the lamp and watch again, but he was sternly stopped, "Don't move!"

The boy froze immediately.

Fang Siming knew that he had lost his composure, bit his lip in the dark, and it turned red, "It's okay... Yaolang, I'm fine."

"Siming?"

Please hug me, hug me, hurry up!

The man went crazy with anxiety, desperately longing for the comfort of his lover from inside to outside, but he just turned his back to him, trembling like autumn leaves; after a long time, he hooked the boy's sleeve with his little finger, his air was like gossamer, almost inaudible , "Yaolang..."

It was as if a cry for help was squeezed out of the throat.

"I'm here." The young man didn't ask, and pressed his body against it, and as expected, he was covered with ice-cold sweat.He nodded against his lover's back, "I will protect you."

The vows of youth have always been innocent and fearless.Fang Siming relaxed and sank into his arms a little bit.

"I'm fine." After an unknown amount of time, he whispered again in the boy's arms.

"Okay, it'll be fine." The young man persuaded him softly like coaxing a child.Fang Siming sank deeper into the shadows, grinding in his mouth for a long time alone, until his shame and eyes were drenched, and then he struggled and persisted to complete what he had just said, "...you hug me."

"I won't go." The young man was already holding him, but now he tightened his arms; he also wanted to use one hand to gather Fang Siming's temple hair on his forehead, but the other party hurriedly stopped him up.

"...Don't move," he bit his lip with his fine white teeth, feeling more and more ashamed, but still commanded and even begged him uncontrollably, "...hold me and don't move."

According to the young man, he thinks this is a good sign: he can't wait forever for others to say "give" or "don't give", and he will never say "want" or "don't want".

"Okay." He rubbed Fang Siming's neck.

There was only a thin piece of moonlight in the room, no one made a sound, but they all knew that each other was still awake.

Each of them had a lot of back and forth in their hearts, and the young man didn't know what kind of decision Fang Siming made at this moment.

When the moon was over, Fang Siming pushed the young man, saying he was thirsty.

The young man was still immersed in many serious and terrifying conjectures, he didn't react for a moment, and asked dully "Huh?".

"I'm thirsty." Fang Siming repeated, elbowing him affectionately, "Go get a glass of water."

The tone was flat, as if nothing happened.

"What did you say?" Shaoxia was extremely shocked, and leaned closer to him and looked carefully for a while: Sure enough, his eyes were still wet.

"Why, people are not allowed to have nightmares anymore?" Fang Siming glanced at the young man, his eyes were red and he was quite annoyed.

"Don't yell if you have the ability." Shaoxia retorted, got up and poured tea on the low table.The tea had already cooled down, forcing him to make another pot, "I don't know who got used to it for you." He muttered, a little angry, but not very unhappy - Fang Siming didn't seem to be in any serious condition, At least it was better than holding him in fear and worrying all night.

The guy he was talking about also got out of bed at some point, walked up to him with bare feet, dangling his obscene clothes, and handed him two cups, "The injury still hurts..."

"You also know that the injury hasn't healed yet?" Shaoxia looked him up and down, only to feel that he was going to be mad at him, "Put on your clothes and go back!"

Fang Siming obediently put on the wind fur he stuffed, but remained unmoved by the others. Instead, he took the time to encourage him, "It's better for you to go to the Throwing Cup Villa tomorrow. The sea has not been peaceful recently, and you are investigating The Japanese pirates are also heavily involved in the east, if we can get in touch with the Zuo family's contacts..."

"Put on your shoes, too."

Fang Siming lowered his head, but couldn't find any shoes, so he simply sat down on the table and dangled his legs, "...the old master has a lot of eyes and ears in the east, so it must be of great help."

"What else?" The young man squinted, thinking that he was probably blind at the time to think that this guy looked like jade, pines, mountains and snow.

"Bring some crab meat back by the way, and ask for the one next to Fang Feilin."

Having said that, Throwing Cup Villa has to go.

The young man gulped down a glass of water with a grim expression. "Finished?"

"It's over."

"You are not allowed to go back barefoot." The boy said with a sullen face.

Fang Siming then looked down for a long while, but still saw nothing.

"No shoes." He simply raised his chin and jumped off the table provocatively. For some reason, his white jade-like toes stepped on the boy's soft Shu brocade shoes.

As soon as he raised his head, the young man looked at him playfully, and bent his eyes with a smile, "That's offensive." He said it humbly, but he hugged him up by the waist without the slightest politeness.Fang Siming couldn't react for a while, so he covered his eyes on his shoulder, feeling that he was finished.

"It's really heavy." The young man walked with big strides, and even pretended to weigh it.

"Get lost." She gritted her teeth and scolded with sincerity.

"Why are you so stubborn...don't worry...well..."

The sound disappeared into the clothes and temples, and gradually became inaudible.

All kinds of scenery lead people to grow old, but being passionate is a sick body.

☆、Chapter 8

The next day, Shaoxia met Chu Liuxiang.This "master" of him has always been casual, he never sees the end, and he does everything based on the word "fate". After careful calculation, the last time we met was a month ago.

At this time, the people who come to Throwing Cup Villa are only second-rate people who are well-known in the world but not too famous. Their kung fu may not be top-notch, but their ability to drink and eat meat is by no means inferior. .The young hero's qualifications are still relatively young, and he didn't care about his enemies. These days, he has made a lot of limelight in the Central Plains of Saibei, and he became the center of the topic for a while.He was young and inexperienced, and he didn't know how to fish in this kind of scene. After a quarter of an hour, he was already slightly drunk. These rough guys were all coming and going in the wind and rain, and they were not very particular, which only made him dizzy. Brain swelling.

At this time, Chu Liuxiang undoubtedly looked like his savior again.

"Xiang Shuai!" The young man happily waved his hand at him, only after he remembered that he left without saying goodbye for Fang Siming last time, and still had a big secret to hide, he regretted so much that he wished he could chop off his own hand.

"Little friend, I haven't seen you for a long time." However, Chu Liuxiang nodded with a smile, and walked towards him with a smile on his face.

"The little guy's complexion has improved a lot, where have you been?" Hu Tiehua yelled at him from a long distance away, and the young man ran over in a hurry, not wanting to attract attention.

"Brother Hu really doesn't know how to look at people." Su Rongrong gave Hu Tiehua a look with a smile, and her eyes were a little worried. "This little guy's eyes are black and black, and he hasn't rested for a long time. How is the young man?"

Hey, these two people are still telling the truth.Thinking about it, the young man had no choice but to smile awkwardly, and turned to greet Chu Liuxiang, "What can I do wrong—but I don't know that Xiangshuai is also here to join in the fun, so why didn't you tell me?"

"Hey, we went to Huzhou to eat silver carp, but we heard an interesting story on the way..." Hu Tiehua sat down on the chair and answered quickly.

"what?"

"Why do you think everyone is here at Throwing Cup Villa this time?" Hu Tiehua lowered his voice, but Chu Liuxiang just looked at the young man playfully, "On the surface it was because of those trash fishes, but secretly...inside There are rumors that Dao Wansheng Pavilion also has a secret manual that can subvert the world's martial arts..."

When Shaoxia heard the words "Wansheng Pavilion", his heart skipped a beat, and he forced a smile and said, "I haven't heard of this. I don't know when Xiangshuai also became interested in these treasures?"

"Master, of course it's not all because of these..." Su Rongrong looked worried, "There is no such thing as a groundless rumor in this world. This rumor came suddenly, and it also hinted that it has something to do with you and the decisive battle that day. You can't tell yourself. What's more...the so-called rumors, Even if something is created out of nothing, it must have a place to go.”

"... I don't know what the name of this secret spectrum is, and where it lives?"

"There is no shape, no image, no words and no music, it may be a piece of jade, or it may be a stone; there are no more than two people in this world who know it." Hu Tiehua shook his head, "As for where... have you met the young pavilion master?" Fang Siming's."

The boy's heart tightened.

It's not that he has never thought about confessing Fang Siming's matter, but the other party's old wounds are not healed, and he is always afraid that something will happen; and at this time, when the rumors of the "secret spectrum" come out, it is even more difficult to speak, so he has to tap lightly. nod.

"The legend is with him." Chu Liuxiang said, seeming to have glanced at the young hero, but also seemed not to.

"Things that don't even have a name are too serious to alarm so many people..." The young man laughed dryly, "What's more, didn't Fang Siming die in the letter?"

"There are so many corpses that have been blown into a paste, who knows if they are dead or not." Hu Tiehua pouted, "There are still three caves for the cunning rabbit, Qimen Dunjia, Jianghu secret arts, nothing is impossible."

"This is also the reason why the imperial court still keeps Zhu Wengui. It is better to believe that there is something than nothing." Su Rongrong nodded.

"Absurd, the rumors in the world are all based on this truth!" Shaoxia sneered, and the Yao Bianzhan in his hand cracked a small hole.

Before he finished speaking, there was only a slight movement, and the eyes of the people around him all locked on him, encircling Chu Liuxiang and his party into a net.

No, these people have been paying attention to him from the beginning.

"When we came here just now, we saw someone fighting at the entrance of the village. They said they lost a bet." Seeing everyone looking at them, Su Rongrong looked around and said, pretending not to shy away, "A person said The young pavilion master is a one-eyed dragon with a height of nine feet and an eight-pointed waist, and the other is a petite woman with an ugly face, and she won't give way to anyone, and three tables were destroyed by the beating."

Her voice did not overwhelm the man who was drinking and throwing punches, but the hall was quiet within a few minutes, and she could only hear her crisply saying, "In my opinion..."

All the people with evil intentions closed their ears.

"...I don't know anything else, the young pavilion master must be an ugly