small rivers and lakes

The night is coming to an end, the night in the east has turned dark blue slightly, dark clouds are moving under the sky, turbulent, the entire Jinling City is still asleep, and even the lanterns of the painted boats in the Qinhuai River have been turned off.

In the backyard of the Jinfen Building, a young man struggled to carry a large basin of footwashing water, yawned and walked out of the back room. Suddenly, he felt a gust of wind blowing by his face. , It's getting cold so fast... Oh my god!"

A blurry figure was half-kneeling beside the well platform in the backyard. The servant was frightened out of his wits and sat down on the ground.

A stone flew over and hit the main artery in the neck, the boy tilted his head and passed out.

"Grandpa!" Le Wuyou muttered angrily, picked up half a bucket of water, tore open his clothes, scooped a scoop of cold water with a gourd ladle, and poured it on his shoulders. In mid-autumn, the well water was bitingly cold, and it was icy on the wound. He was shocked, and the pain was suppressed instantly.

There was a sound of breaking wind in the night sky, he stopped his movements, half-kneeled on the well platform, and looked up at the dim morning stars in the sky, like a silent dead bone.

After a while, there was no trace of chasing soldiers around, Le Wuyou poured half a bucket of water on the wound one by one, his whole body was drenched, shaking like a ghost just crawling out of the well He jumped out of the courtyard wall and walked along the river.

The mist in the early morning brings a hint of coolness, the smoke cage is cold, and beside the Suzaku Bridge, a figure in white is waiting there quietly, twirling the sixteen-speed folding fan between his fingers.

Le Wuyou looked up, with a haggard appearance and a ghostly complexion.

Zhong Yi slapped the palm of his left hand with his folding fan, raised one corner of his mouth, and said softly with a smirk: "Monster, I've got you."

Le Wuyou moved his lips and snorted: "The bear that kills a thousand knives..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly shook twice and fell into the river.

Zhong Yi flashed his white clothes, rushed over, grabbed his wrist and pulled hard, Le Wuyou was pulled up in the air the moment he fell into the river, his flying hair cut through the water, and fell into a warm embrace.

His body is so warm...

Zhong Yi hugged Le Wuyou's waist and hugged him, raised his hand, pointed like lightning, and tapped three acupuncture points on his shoulder. The flow also stopped.

"You're pretty good at acupoints..." Le Wuyou laughed and scolded feebly, "It's a pity that you're nagging all day long, it's really annoying."

Zhong Yi heard his weak voice, knew that he was seriously injured, helped him up and sat down against a weeping willow by the river, and stretched out his hand to open his skirt.

"I rely on it, take advantage of others' danger."

Zhong Yi stared at the bloody hole, his dark eyes were like the tide in the dark night, bottomless and surging, but there was a three-point smile on the corner of his mouth, and he mocked, "You have been walking in the rivers and lakes for so many years, Don't you know what is the most important thing for young people to walk in the rivers and lakes?"

Le Wuyou looked at him in surprise.

Zhong Yi took out a few packs of medicinal powder from his purse, no matter what the ingredients were, and sprinkled them all on his wound. While moving quickly, he said in a nagging voice: "It's an opportunity, an opportunity that cannot be missed. Don't come again, the martial arts seniors have a saying, take advantage of your illness, kill you, don't take advantage of the bastard, don't take advantage of others, swordsmen are not good hooligans, benefactor, with all due respect, your skin is quite fair. "

"That's Chang Zixuan's complexion," Le Wuyou felt weak, leaning his head against the tree trunk, and murmured, "What medicine did you use for me? Hiss... it smells like the worst medicine for sores, Traffickers and pawns don't even bother to use it..."

"I haven't seen it before. This is a panacea from Xianming Mountain City overseas. The living dead, flesh and bones, are hard to find."

Le Wuyou scolded with a smile: "What kind of Xianming Mountain City... I've never heard of it, and it's probably just your kid talking nonsense again."

"If you say you don't know much, you still don't admit it. There are clouds in ancient books, and there are fairy mountains overseas. The mountains are in the illusory, the pavilions are exquisite, and there are many fairies among them... This panacea was grinded by the fairies on the mountain. It is the largest in Luoyang. In the black market, all immortals can be sold for [-] taels of gold and a penny." Zhong Yi wiped off the excess powder, tore off a corner of his clothes and bound it up, and said with a smile, "Okay, benefactor, do you want to return to the alliance with the hall master and always be accepted?" Do you want to die, or run away because of the master's wonderful martial arts?"

Le Wuyou didn't speak.

Zhong Yi raised her eyes and saw that he had fallen asleep leaning on the tree, his eyes were covered by thin eyelids, and there was a lingering melancholy in his brows.

Zhong Yi raised her hand, hesitated for a moment on his face, gently brushed the broken hair from her sideburns behind her ears, and said with a soft smile: "Fortunately, you are still Le Qishu's successor, this disguise technique is really bad... "

After finishing speaking, he wrapped his arms around his shoulders with one hand, wrapped his legs around his legs with the other, and picked him up lightly. He looked left and right with sharp eyes, and disappeared into the smoke without a sound. The banks of the Qinhuai River with blurred water.

Le Wuyou didn't know how long he had slept, and lay on the bed drowsily, feeling as if it was already afternoon, the lingering sunlight shone through the blinds in front of the window, making it bright and dazzling.

I don't know where I am, there is a faint scent of pure heart in the air, and the sound of children playing in the alley is not far from the house.

"Brother Abao, brother Abao, come and play takraw ball with Little Crab."

Jiubao's voice came: "Don't kick."

"Come on," Xiaoxie said softly, "Alang doesn't kick with Xiaoxie either, and Brother Abao doesn't kick with Xiaoxie either. It's not fun for Xiaoxie to kick alone... Brother Abao, Alang has been back for a long time, why? Won't you come out to play?"

"Then how do I know?" Jiubao said fiercely.

Xiaoxie ran away depressingly holding the takraw ball: "Brother Abao has a bad temper, it's better to be Alang..."

A smile appeared on the corner of Le Wuyou's lips, and he couldn't help opening his eyes, facing the pair of lacquer-like pupils above and above, he was stunned for a moment, then smiled lazily: "The little beauty is watching so intently. Old man, could it be that you are in love with this old man?"

"I'm looking at this ghostly layer on your face, how to get rid of it," Zhong Yi raised his hand, touched his face twice, and rubbed his fingertips, "It feels quite realistic, hey, I have a question, Will this mask be uncomfortable after wearing it for a long time? I don’t think the material is very breathable, will it cause pimples?”

Le Wuyou silently turned her head away, closed her eyes, and pretended to be asleep.

Zhong Yi persisted in breaking him over: "Your attitude is very hurtful, but I am serious about caring about you. I really don't know good people."

Le Wuyou made up his mind not to talk to him again, but unexpectedly, things went against his will, and a series of rumbles suddenly sounded in the silent room.

Le Wuyou: "..."

"Hahaha," Zhong Yi laughed loudly and raised his voice, "Jiu Bao, bring the porridge from the stove."

After a while, a handsome young man walked in with a bowl of porridge.

Le Wuyou looked up and down for a moment, then asked dumbly, "Young man, who are you?"

Zhong Yi snorted: "My benefactor has such a bad memory, this is your favorite little Jiubao."

"Jiubao in my impression is a fake girl. Although she has a bad temper, her little face is as pink as a peach blossom," Le Wuyou sat up with Zhong Yi's support, her movements involved her shoulder wound, she couldn't help but twitched her brows , turned his head away with a smile again, and tilted his head to look at Jiu Bao, "Now this young man has a long body and a jade tree. I don't know how many little girls he will harm."

Jiu Bao blushed, put the porridge bowl into Zhong Yi's hand, turned and ran out of the bedroom.

Le Wuyou rubbed his chin, and said loudly: "Little beauty, your fake girl is thinking about spring."

"Which boy doesn't have a spring?" Zhong Yi also said loudly to the door, "I'll go to the Jinfen Building and invite a sister to come, so that our innocent little Jiubao can see the world."

"You are really sick!!!" Jiubao's frantic cry came from outside the door.

Zhong Yi laughed loudly, and brought the porridge bowl to Le Wuyou's face, filled a spoonful and brought it over: "Come, benefactor, take a bite, this porridge contains red dates, angelica, walnuts, and sesame seeds, it is very healthy. After eating porridge, we eat medicine."

Le Wuyou looked at the spoon in front of him blankly, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "Zhong...Master Zhong, we really don't know each other well."

"But I have been friends with my benefactor for a long time."

Le Wuyou closed her eyes in pain: "Please forgive me."

"Does your benefactor think I'm belittling you?" Zhong Yi said sternly, "No, no, your left shoulder is injured. Although it has been bandaged, it has been injured for a hundred days, so you must rest carefully, let alone Chang Zixuan. Ten percent of the kung fu was spent on that sword, and you still..."

"Chang Zixuan didn't use all his strength." Le Wuyou interrupted him suddenly.

Zhong Yi was taken aback: "Huh?"

Le Wuyou glanced down at his left shoulder, and said calmly: "Although Chang Zixuan is recognized as trash, he has practiced Tomorrow's Sword Art since he was a child, and he has to concentrate on the true teaching of the Light Sword. It's gone now."

"..." Zhong Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly a picture of Chang Zixuan stabbing with a sword, and Le Wuyou turning to meet him suddenly appeared in his mind, with a smear of ruthlessness flashing across the corner of his eyes.

"Although he hates me, he will never kill me." Le Wuyou raised his right hand to take the porridge bowl from him, raised his head and gulped it down, and said, "It tastes good."

"Let Jiubao cook a pot for you later."

"Thank you so much."

"I'm very unhappy now." Zhong Yi suddenly said with a straight face.

Le Wuyou was taken aback for a moment, looked up into his eyes, and raised his eyebrows: "Does it have something to do with the old man?"

"...Change your self-proclaimed name first."

"Okay." Le Wuyou felt that this kid was not quite in the right mind, so he changed his name politely, "I think you are a bit willful."

Zhong Yi stared: "You should change it back."

"It's really hard to serve." Le Wuyou was speechless.

Holding the empty bowl in both hands, Zhong Yi said unhappily, "I saved your benefactor's life, the porridge you drink is mine, the bed you lie on is mine, and even the air you breathe is mine, but you I think it's very unfair to be full of that Chang Zixuan who stabbed you with a sword."

Le Wuyou's eyes twitched: "Tsk..."

"Now you eat my food, drink my food and sleep mine, but forget about Chang Zixuan!" Zhong Yi plausibly said, "But isn't it too much for you to put on a Chang Zixuan face? I don't want to repay Chang Zixuan."

"..." Le Wu thought melancholy: Why is it so aggrieved to be rescued?If it weren't for the fact that this kid looks pretty good, the old man really wanted to tear his mouth off.