Peerless Junior Uncle

If you don't fight with a master, it's like a fight between gods. You haven't seen that battle. The sky has changed."

Seeing Haitang's exaggerated expression, He Tingge said helplessly, "Don't be too exaggerated. You're not a storyteller."

"There is..." Haitang Buyi: "You don't even know. It turns out that Murong Qiu can also pick up spider silk. I think last time Tarantula said that the disciple his master had accepted before was Murong Qiu."

"There is such a thing." He Tingge was surprised. Now that it's done, it's clear. The assassins last time were indeed Murong Qiu's plan to set the blame after knowing that the tarantula was behind Rouran.

"Where's the little uncle?" The two talked for a long time. Haitang looked around and asked doubtfully.

He Tingge was taken aback when he heard the words. Then he said, "He has something to do."

Haitang looked at He Tingge suspiciously: "Really."

"Why do you ask that?" He Tingge looked up at Haitang.

Haitang curled his lips: "Look at you. Did you make my uncle angry again? If you want me to tell you, you are just too sensible. Sometimes, there is no need to think so much between two people. Like me. Thick-skinned. No matter how angry Ziyang is, he just laughs. You are too serious. Since you are wrong, just apologize. Besides, even if it is not your fault, an apology will not kill anyone. You Just accept it softly. The little uncle is reasonable. He will definitely forgive you. He fell into your arms again... Oops. Why did you shoot me again? I was stupid."

"You also know that you have a thick skin." He Tingge smiled. Seeing that Haitang's complexion is rosy and shiny, it seems that he gets along well with Xu Ziyang. This kid is considered a fool with a foolish blessing......

However, what he said just now is not unreasonable. I really worry too much. I am too rational. When I am with Fu Qingcheng, I always think about every point seriously. It is really old. I have passed the impulsiveness of children. Is your age?

"I think you should apologize. I think Uncle Hei is in a bad mood. He almost beat Murong Qiu to death. Where is that amiable Uncle Hei? It must be because of the little uncle. After all, there is only one person like that." Apprentice. You can be careful. You bully his apprentice. Be careful that he beats you without discussion..." Haitang said cautiously.

You are not my plague, you are my medicine

"I think you should apologize. I think Uncle Hei is in a bad mood. He almost beat Murong Qiu to death. Where is that amiable Uncle Hei? It must be because of the little uncle. After all, there is only one person like that." Apprentice. You can be careful. You bully his apprentice. Be careful that he beats you without discussion..." Haitang said cautiously.

"Now you are in good spirits when you have happy events. You can talk about everything." He Tingge said helplessly.

Haitang smiled mischievously and touched the tip of his nose: "But having said that, I really don't understand how much you love my little uncle. What did you do to him?"

"It's nothing. It's my problem." He Tingge said: "You come back this time. The barracks have made arrangements."

"Yeah. Leave it to General Li Qi. Don't worry. But..." Haitang looked at He Tingge: "Are you planning to give up?"

"Why do you say that?" He Tingge raised his eyebrows.

Haitang pursed his lips slightly: "I don't know. I just think. You seem to be slowly transferring all the military affairs to me or like Li Qi. And Lu Guang and the others. Don't tell me how old you are. You just want to be dismissed and return to the field. .”

He Tingge smiled when he heard the words: "There's nothing wrong with it. There are so many capable people in the army. The world shouldn't be one person."

"Your thinking is too advanced." Haitang said.

He Tinge laughed but said nothing.

The Taiwei's Mansion collapsed. Gao Zhan also felt relieved. He no longer asked He Tingge to do anything. He just sent a letter to explain to him. Yihuan handed it over to him. Raise the child well. It doesn't matter if he is an uncle. Good. After all, this child is the child of the person he loves the most. I hope he will never set foot in the filthy place of the palace... …

There was a note in the letter. There were two words written on it in a thin golden font.

"Gao Su." He Tingge read it silently. He looked at Xiao Tuanzi, who was writing big characters with a brush, and laughed softly, "From today onwards, you will have a name."

Yihuan raised her small head, her big eyes were like cattail palms, and her brows frowned: "Uncle, doesn't Yihuan have a name?"

"Start today. Your name is Gao Su." He Tingge touched Xiaotuanzi's head and said gently.

Xiaotuanzi blinked his eyes: "Is that easier to write than the word 'Yihuan'?"

"Well, come. Uncle will write one for you." As he said, he held Xiaotuanzi's small hand, took a brush and dipped it in ink, and wrote the word 'Gaosu' on the rice paper.

Xiaotuanzi looked at these two words with a smile. He looked up at He Tingge: "Does that mean that Yihuan has three names?"

"why."

"Because." Xiaotuanzi put down the brush and said seriously with his little finger: "Uncle named Yihuan. Master and ancestor named Gao Changgong. Now there is another Gao Su...here, three of them. .” As he spoke, he stretched out three little fingers to show He Tingge.

"Gao Changgong." He Tingge frowned slightly. It's a very familiar name, but I just can't remember it for a while...

"Yes. Master started it." Xiaotuanzi said seriously.

He Tingge smiled: "Now I finally don't talk about Shihu."

Xiaotuanzi smiled shyly and narrowed his eyes. He looked down at the words on the paper, and then looked up at He Tingge: "Uncle, where is Master? Why did you drive Master away..."

He Tingge was taken aback for a moment: "No."

"Yes." Xiaotuanzi's cheeks were bulging, and he seemed a little angry: "That night, Master came to look for you. You drove Master away. Master looked so sad..."

"how do you know."

"I just know. I didn't sleep well..." Xiaotuanzi looked at He Tingge's eyes and complained: "Uncle, let's go and find the master, okay. Yihuan wants the master to teach you how to play chess... ..."

"Can't uncle teach you?"

"No. Uncle is not as powerful as Master..." Xiaotuanzi shook his head violently.

He Tingge didn't know how to answer him for a moment.

The weather in late autumn is getting cooler. Even if I put on thick clothes when I go out, I still feel the cold wind blowing straight into the neckline.

I don't know how he is. It's such a cold day. Is he in better health? Thinking of this, He Tingge took a deep breath. It's been so long. I don't know if he didn't deliberately look for it, or he deliberately didn't want to The reason why he appeared in front of me again. There is not even a trace of audio......

At the gate of Ci'an Temple, the dim lights swayed with the autumn wind. The sycamore tree in front of the gate, with crimson leaves, would fall down with the wind from time to time. He Tingge reached out to catch a leaf, with the coolness of the autumn wind. almost over...

"Almsgiver." The little novice who opened the door clasped his hands when he saw him, and said, "Amitabha, poor monk, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Thank you." He Tingge nodded lightly.

There is a lantern burning in the hand of the little novice. The dim light can illuminate even an inch of land in the dark night...

After receiving the lamp, the little novice uttered the Buddha's chant and left. He Tingge carried the lantern and walked towards the courtyard of Sanshengshu. The autumn wind blew, and the sound of the clinking wooden signs on the tree could be heard clearly through the wall.

Standing under the Sansheng tree, he vaguely remembered the scene of worshiping heaven and earth with Fu Qingcheng that day. It seemed to be vivid in his memory. He still remembered the man standing in front of him. The sentence: I will accept you for the time being...

"Qingcheng..." Unknowingly, the whispered name drifted into the air, lonely and cold...

Putting the lamp in his hand aside. He Tingge leaned against the tree and looked up at the densely packed signs on the branches. I don't know where they were hung...

"I thought we could be like everyone in the world. We can have the simplest and most ordinary feelings. Just like... these wishing signs. It doesn't need to be too dazzling or humble." The bitter voice gently dispersed in the air .

"But. God is like joking. Even such a simple wish is not willing to satisfy me. I don't know when I offended him. He made this kind of joke with me again and again. You say I Doesn't it look particularly easy to bully..."

"Are you blaming me again? I know. You must be angry. You are so angry that you don't want to see me again."

"But I hope you don't care about me in this life. I don't want you to suffer any harm because of me. You are my lucky star. But I... have always been your plague..."

"I just want you to live well. Even in places where I can't see..."

A sigh fell down with the dead leaves falling from the tree.

On the other side of the tree, the azure clothes almost melted into the night under the dim lights. I leaned against the tree behind me. I heard the sigh. I don’t know where my eyes fell...

"I just want to ask you one thing. Man. Do you want to live or just want a corpse." The cold voice without a trace of warmth suddenly sounded. He Tingge turned around and saw Mu Lan standing outside the house. The gray clothes seemed to be dripping. A layer of frost.

"Mu Mu..." Yi Huan stepped on He Tingge and just put on the deerskin boots for him. He ran to the door and hugged Mu Lan's leg.

He Tingge frowned slightly when he heard the words: "What do you mean?"

Mu Lan touched Yi Huan's little head. He still looked cold when facing He Tingge