small rivers and lakes

There was the sound of clappers playing watch in the distance, it was already the third watch, Le Wuyou blew out the candles, tossed and turned in bed, still unable to fall asleep.

Le Qishu, Chai Kaiyang, Master...the faces are constantly changing in their minds, they laugh, they cry, they light up the lamp to practice swords, they go through bloodshed...

Chai Jingchen, the host of Fengman, is happy with his sword in red and snow, Zhengyang and Zhaodan, with two swords combined, decisive in killing and attacking.Le Qishu is stern and cruel, whenever Le Wuyou does something wrong and is punished to stand on his head outside Tao Ranxuan, and is in pain, Chai Jingchen will come out to smooth things over.

In this regard, Chai Kaiyang said: "A kind teacher often loses disciples."

Le Wuyou yelled: "What sarcastic words are you talking about! Hurry up and find a way to save me!"

"Where do you need to be rescued?" Chai Kaiyang came over with a piece of watermelon, stood in front of him and ate happily, and laughed, "You should get used to this happening every now and then!"

"Get used to it!" Le Wuyou said angrily, "If you have the ability, come and stand on your head for two hours! Oh, give me a bite!"

"Reflect on yourself, what are you going to eat?" Chai Kaiyang finished the watermelon in two bites, licked the sweet juice from the corner of his mouth, spread his long legs in front of him, bent down, and laughed to see him standing upside down. His mouth was twisted with joy, "Why should I stand on my head? I will neither steal Aunt Le's rouge and give it to Miss Liu, nor use her bravery to cut radishes."

"Do you think I don't know what you have done?" Le Wuyou smirked.

Chai Kaiyang was startled, and suddenly felt guilty: "You...what do you know?"

Le Wuyou turned his head, looked in Tao Ranxuan's direction and shouted: "I know you secretly drank the Sangluo wine that Master treasured last time, and even poured back half a pot of pot water..."

"Nonsense, nonsense!" Chai Kaiyang covered his mouth, "You are going to die!"

However, sound travels much faster than movement.

A gloomy voice sounded from behind: "Kaiyang, is he right?"

"Uncle, uncle..." Chai Kaiyang turned his head dripping with sweat, saw Chai Jingchen's dark face, and defended tremblingly, "He...he was talking nonsense...I...I am innocent..."

"I surrender! Surrender!" Le Wuyou stubbornly supported his body with one hand, raised the other hand high, and said loudly, "He did it, and he also secretly drank Taixibai, Zhuyeqing, Jinpan Lu, lotus pistil..."

"Shut up!" Chai Kaiyang was furious.

"It's you who should shut up!" Chai Jingchen roared, "Chai Kaiyang! You stand on my head! Two hours! No, three hours! Four hours!!!"

The landlord Chai Jingchen, who is as gentle as jade, has nothing else to do in his life, but the sword in his hand and the pleasure of wine. Hearing this, he immediately sweeps the ground with elegance, opens his sun out of its sheath, and is about to kill his relatives righteously.

Chai Kaiyang wailed in pain: "Forgive me, who is young and ignorant..."

"You just stay here!" Le Wuyou gloated, looked at Chai Jingchen expectantly, and said happily: "Master, if I report meritorious deeds, can I make the meritorious deeds?"

"Break a fart!" A stern reprimand sounded from Tao Ranting. Le Qishu took a fresh lotus pod and ate it while peeling it. Hearing this, he immediately stretched out a finger painted with bright red Koudan and pointed at him from a distance. Cursing, "Kaiyang stealing wine, you are definitely an accomplice! First you know and don't report it, then you sell friends and seek glory, you give me a five-hour fine! No dinner!"

Le Wuyou's face turned ashen for a moment: "My life will die..."

The midday sun poured down from the top of their heads, the two teenagers stood side by side, sweat slid down their cheeks, forming a wet water mark on the ground.

"You're happy now!" Chai Kaiyang gritted his teeth, "Snitch!"

Le Wuyou felt no guilt: "Who told you not to give me watermelon, you food protector!"

"You encouraged me to steal that wine! You drank more than I did!" Chai Kaiyang complained angrily.

Le Wuyou was furious when he heard the words: "You still have the face to say it? Why did I use the courage to peel the radish, and it was not for you?"

"It doesn't matter, it's all your fault!"

"Blame you!"

"Blame you, blame you!"

The two disagreed and fought violently.Le Wuyou raised his long legs and swung them towards his knees neatly: "Look at my dragon wagging its tail!"

Chai Kaiyang flashed swiftly, counterattacked swiftly, his two long legs swept like the wind, and shouted: "The whirlwind sweeps the leaves' legs, counterattack!"

Le Wuyou hurriedly let go and ran away, but he couldn't dodge it. He ate his leg hard, his skin twitched in pain, but he kept on not losing the wind, and laughed loudly: "How about tickling the uncle? Eat me!"

"Ouch! Grandpa is quite comfortable kicked!" Chai Kaiyang was kicked on the thigh, his body swayed twice, and he was forced to hold on. While shouting "Grandpa doesn't know as much as you", he put his hands on the ground and ran fast.

"Little bitch, want to run?" Le Wuyou followed closely.

In the Taoranting Pavilion not far away, Le Qishu was leaning on the fence peeling off the lotus pods, watching the two teenagers chasing each other upside down, leaning forward and back with a smile: "Ahahaha, this pair of broken pots still hate each other." Hey, the landlord, come and see these two little bastards!"

Chai Jingchen sat at the stone table and wiped his sword. Hearing this, he smiled and shook his head: "Who are you scolding? They are bastards, so what are we?"

"I'm not a bastard anyway!" Le Qishu threw a lotus pod into her mouth, chewed happily, and squinted at Chai Jingchen, "Kaiyang is your own nephew, so are you... I know!"

Chai Jingchen smiled and shook his head, the breeze was blowing in the gazebo, and the flowers were fragrant, he couldn't help but get up, put the horizontal sword on his knee, flicked the sword and sang.

"I ordered the phoenix to fly, followed by day and night. The wind and the wind set it apart, and the clouds came to guard it. The chaos always separates and reunites, and the spots and lands separate from each other..."

The singing was clear and distant, and Le Wuyou couldn't help laughing happily in his sleep. The smile froze suddenly. In the dark night, he opened his eyes silently, only to feel a fog in front of him. Behind the fog, a few ghostly figures Show up.

The Zhihuang sword suddenly came out of its sheath, but a cold sword energy was faster than him, like three feet of ice, and when it was out of the sheath, it was frozen for thousands of miles. A sword pierced through a ghost without staying for a moment, and when the sword was pulled out, it pierced through a ghost. The sword turned around, and with a backhand swing, it split the other ghost in half from bottom to top.

The cold blood splashed out, Le Wuyou spread his five fingers to cover his face, and looked back, only to see a drop of blood condensed into ice in the palm of his hand.

Zhong Yi's sword energy is so tyrannical that it can freeze the blood at the moment of killing?

Another ghost came towards the bed, the sharp claws in his hands were bloody, Zhong Yi's body was like lightning, he rushed forward quickly, and cut off the ghost's sharp claws at the wrist with a sharp sword.

In the mist, a soul-snatching hook came through the air, attacking Zhong Yi's heart with a strange murderous aura.

Zhong Yi turned around swiftly, there was no way to dodge it, he straightened his sword to meet him, suddenly a beam of sword light shot out from his side, tyrannical and fierce, just like a cloud light suddenly breaking, and a sword cut off the soul hook, the sword light did not diminish, and he was full of blood. Jian Shuanghua stabbed into the mist.

Hearing a muffled grunt, a ghost shot out of the window, and after a while, the fog gradually disappeared.

Zhong Yi rushed over and hugged Le Wuyou, excitedly said: "Ah, you saved my life, I want to promise you with my body!"

Le Wuyou pushed him twice, but he didn't push, so he had no choice but to let him hold him, put his sword back into its sheath, and said indifferently: "You'd better be a cow and a horse for me."

Zhong Yi smiled and said, "Then how about I make you a wooden horse?"

"..." Le Wuyou choked, almost unable to control the gushing sword energy.

Zhong Yi had hugged enough, and felt that he would be beaten if he hugged him any further, so he kissed him on the lapel of his shirt, reluctantly let go, picked up the scythe and lit the candle, and the two of them looked at the mess on the ground.

"This..." Le Wuyou couldn't help being stunned.

All the ghosts that had been hacked to death and wounded just now turned into a pool of foul-smelling corpse water. There were no bones left, and a few hooks and claws were scattered beside them. Because they were made of fine iron, they did not melt away with the corpse.

Zhong Yi stretched out her hand.

"Be careful!" Le Wuyou said in surprise.

Zhong Yi suddenly laughed, and winked at him: "Ayou cares about me very much."

"I'm afraid you're going to die, no one will buy me breakfast tomorrow," Le Wuyou snorted, his eyes fell on the foul-smelling corpse water, "It's better to be careful, there are probably weird things in this water."

Zhong Yi nodded, tore off a piece of clothing to wrap around his fingers, picked up the scattered weapons on the ground, and said calmly, "Does Ah You know what these are?"

In the flickering lights, the hooks and claws were covered with barbs, and the sharp points were glowing with a gloomy blue-green color. Le Wuyou shook his head and said, "I've never seen it before, but this shape is very sinister. Used by gentlemen."

"It's not just a gentleman who doesn't use it," Zhong Yi said, "any living person shouldn't use it."

Le Wuyou's heart skipped a beat: "Beimang, Wangui Tomb?"

"That's right, the Soul Hook, the Lost Soul Claw, Guo Yunyan, and the Creation Water that will dissolve itself once the mission fails," Zhong Yi threw the weapon back to the ground, and looked up at the misty night sky outside the window, "I heard that the killer of Wangui Grave has no sorrow. No joy, no love, no hatred, no emotion, no desire, no anger, no ignorance, they are the real living dead."

"Lingluo Beimang is a ghost guest, and the glitz is already the predecessor," Le Wuyou said, "The Mengpo soup from Wanguifen is really a good thing, it can make people forget the pain."

"What a good thing," Zhong Yi said unhappily, "People, when you are handsome and bear the sword, uphold righteousness and be a hero, you can either live or die, cry, laugh, love or hate, the world of mortals is rolling, happy to be kind and enmity, when A living dead lingering on his last breath is unworthy of a human being."

After hearing what he said, Le Wuyou opened his mouth and said nothing.

Zhong Yi turned around and grabbed his hands, and said seriously: "Ayou, I know the pain in your heart. I have felt this pain before, and I know that it will be tortured every night like Ling Chi, but Ayou, we must always look forward. They are all dead, but you are still alive, your life is no longer your own, and your 170 fellow disciples, you have to walk step by step on their flesh and blood, to the place where you can feel proud and take revenge one day."

The cold fingers were held in his palm, and the warmth gradually climbed from the fingertips, to the corners of the eyes and brows, to the limbs and bones, Le Wuyou looked at Zhong Yi blankly, and saw the vastness in his lacquer-like eyes. The self-confidence and persistence like the sea can't help but firm up his mind, and he nodded slightly: "Yeah."

Zhong Yi smiled warmly: "Ayou's serious look is really attractive, it makes people want to kiss her."

"...Huh?" Le Wuyou was stunned for a moment, and suddenly saw the opponent's body pressing over, he let out a breath, but didn't dodge.

"What are you afraid of? I'm just teasing you." Zhong Yi kissed his hair, and it fell apart as soon as he touched it. Clean it up, this good fortune water is very powerful, and it melts when it touches the skin, so it should not be underestimated."

"Cover it with sand and then clean it. It needs to be buried deeply." Le Wuyou touched the hair he kissed unconsciously, and said, "But who bought the killer of Wangui Tomb and came to ask you and me? life?"

"No, no, I want your life, I just incidentally." Zhong Yi said very modestly.

Le Wuyou said: "...Master Zhong, please don't underestimate yourself."

"I never take credit for this kind of thing," Zhong Yi said, "But judging from the scale, if it wasn't that the other party underestimated the strength of you and me, it's that he never thought of killing you."

"Don't kill me? Why?"

Zhong Yi stroked her chin: "Maybe I fell in love with you like I did?"

Le Wuyou: "...Thanks for your love."

"If it wasn't to tease you," Zhong Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking, "then he wanted to test you," he said solemnly, "someone doubts your identity and wants to test your identity." Martial arts, Ayou, when you saved me just now, the trick you used was..."

Le Wuyou was expressionless: "Xue Zhao Yun Guang Jue."