Brewmaster

A pigeon fluttered down, and the man by the window reached out to catch it, took off the small tube from the pigeon's leg, unfolded the note inside, and sneered.

"Failed again..."

The man's voice was hoarse and rough, as if he was about to cough up blood when he spoke, which made people feel uncomfortable.

The man paced around the room agitatedly: "Hua Jiuqi, you are really haunted. However, no matter what, you are dead, and your son will die by my hands in the end, and I will still be alive I will live a long, long life." The man suddenly stopped, and smiled sinisterly, the pigeon suddenly flew up, and rushed out of the window as if frightened, the light outside the window suddenly flashed, just hitting the man's face, and his face was still With a sinister and distorted smile, it can be clearly seen under the light that the man is already an old man.

"Come here, send a message to Eunuch Qin."

"Yes! Sovereign." Someone secretly replied.

……

It has been a few days since the young man met a dead man last time, but the young man is still in Qingliu Town at this time. The reason is that a certain immortal has not played enough in the town.

The immortal was still dressed in red, with his hair tied up high, with a bright red ribbon floating in his hair, passing by the tip of his nose, he seemed to be able to smell the cold fragrance of plum blossoms.

The fairy held the boy's sleeve, and the boy followed him, watching his back.

I don't know what the immortal thinks, but wherever there are many people, he will go wherever there are many people. He doesn't have the airs of an immortal at all, but he is a young man who likes to be clean.

The immortal turned around suddenly, tore off the black cloth covering the boy's face, and said, "Don't be so stern all the time, young man, just smile more."

When the fairy said this, he didn't notice that he looked like a young man at all.

The immortal looked at the boy, not ignoring the boy's surprise and panic for a moment, seeing the boy's frown loosen a little, the immortal smiled with satisfaction.

After all, a boy with a straight face is not an excellent playmate.

The young man suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, his eyes drifted away from the immortal, and he let out a muffled "Yeah", and subconsciously wanted to pull the cloth in front of his face, only to realize that the cloth was now in the hands of the immortal.

The immortal seemed to see through the boy's mind, and shook the black cloth in his hand, and the cloth disappeared into the air.Fortunately, this is a busy city, so no one noticed the movements of this handsome young man.

Only the young man saw it. The fairy's red clothes became a little hazy through the black mist, even those amazing eyes.The black mist disappeared little by little, and the fairy's face became clear again.

The boy looked away uncomfortably and coughed awkwardly.

This is probably the so-called beauty that harms people.

The immortal turned around and walked along the eaves of the street again, when he heard the young man behind him speak suddenly: "I don't know yet, what's your name."

The immortal walked slowly, and said softly: "It's dusk when the wine is weak, and it's dusk when you wake up to enjoy the flowers."

"The name of the immortal is in it," the immortal turned to look at the boy, "My name is Jiu Shimu."

"It's time to drink." The boy repeated in a low voice.

It's dusk when the wine is slightly awake, and it's dusk when you wake up to enjoy the flowers.

Immortals are like fine wine and flowers, so beautiful that people forget the time.

"This name suits you very well," the boy finally said.

The immortal's tone was not without pride: "That's natural."

……

When Shi Mu finally had enough fun, it was almost twilight.Huarong, who is Shi Mu's playmate and money bag, can finally return to good.

Huarong held all kinds of gadgets that Shi Mu bought, except for those that could be put together, Shi Mu also bought sugar figures and sugar paintings.Hua Rong could only hold one in each hand.I don’t know if all immortals have a special liking for sweets. Anyway, Shi Mu is like this. He asked the sugar seller to make a big sugar painting, and the sugar figurines also made two, one of a fairy and one of a boy. Under Shi Mu's strong request, the fairy sugar man is a head taller than the boy.

The craftsmanship of the master is very good, and the sugar figurines he made are very similar. However, after the two handsome young men are shrunk down, they inevitably become delicate and cute, especially when the two sugar figurines are put together, one tall and one short Beautiful villain, if the gender is ignored, it really gives people the illusion that they are made for each other.

Shi Mu teased and said, "Hua Rong, you look so pretty, don't you look like a boudoir lady?"

Immortals are obviously more beautiful.

Huarong was thinking like this, but she didn't say it out, she just paid the bill helplessly, and finally she had to go back to the inn with her hands holding the sugar figurine and the huge sugar painting.Huarong wanted to give them sugar paintings several times, but unfortunately, the immortals around him seemed to be more childish. As long as Huarong showed any intention of giving sugar paintings, he would open his eyes and look at him, imitating the way people on the street The child looked like he was about to cry, Huarong looked at the child, then at the immortal, finally sighed, took the things in his hands, and followed the immortal resignedly.

As for Shi Mu, he should be content to bite the only bunch of candied haws in his hand, wishing he could walk away with every step and flick of his hair.

The two of them returned to the good place in this way, and Huarong put down the gadgets Shi Mu bought as if relieved of a heavy burden, and always felt that there was an illusion that he was not so tired when he practiced martial arts with his father when he was young.

Huarong just wanted to find a place to put the sugar painting, Shi Mu hurriedly said: "Don't, don't, don't put it, I want to eat it now."

Huarong handed the sugar painting to the fairy, and the fairy floated on the table with the sugar painting, shook his legs, looked at the sugar painting, and then looked at Huarong who was looking for a place to put the sugar figure, and finally looked at Huarong impatiently. Luck stuck the sugar man's stick on the wall, couldn't help but smiled and said, "Don't you need compensation for doing this?"

A decent wall, even if it is made of wood, is not ordinary wood.

Huarong paused, her voice was a little awkward: "It's fine if you don't get discovered."

Only then did Shi Mu turn his gaze back to the sugar painting. On the painting was a golden panlong, which was shining golden and magnificent, but he didn't know what the sugar painting master was thinking, so he insisted on embellishing the panlong with a small flower After a closer look, it looks like a plum blossom, but it's not. There is also a small flower running on the majestic dragon's head, which makes this dragon feel strangely...cute.

When Shi Mu looked at it, he had a feeling that he couldn't put his mouth down, this candy painting was too big, no matter where he ate it from, there would always be sugar sticking to his face, Shi Mu just thought about it and gave up.

Snapped!

With a crisp sound, Shi Mu snapped off the small flower on the faucet, put it in his mouth, felt the sugar melt slowly, and squinted his eyes enjoying it.

"Hua Rong."

Huarong subconsciously leaned over.

"Open your mouth."

Perhaps it was because of the sugar that Shi Mu spoke with a sweet taste.

Huarong was thinking about other things, so she opened her mouth subconsciously, Shi Mu saw the timing, and a sugar-painted flower appeared in Huarong's mouth, Huarong's face changed, under Shi Mu's stare, I had to wait for the sugar flowers to melt completely before taking a sip of tea.

Huarong doesn't like sweets, and even after eating it herself, she feels that it's too greasy and doesn't have the sweet taste in Shi Mu's mouth.

Shi Mu sat on the table, swayed his legs and continued to eat, and would feed Huarong from time to time, but Huarong didn't want to, so he pretended to cry, as if Huarong had done something heinous, Huarong couldn't stand Shi Mu the most eyes, can only obediently eat candy, and then drink tea.

Huarong thought, this fairy only looks pure, but in fact his mind is extremely evil.

Huarong sucked the candy that Shi Mu fed, looked at Shi Mu's innocent expression, and added a sentence in her heart, and knew how to use her own advantages.

The two of them ate a huge sugar painting like this, and Shi Mu was satisfied with ordering the gadgets he bought, including small spinning tops, weird hanging ornaments, and even a white jade hairpin with a flower on it. red plum.Hua Rong finally drank a large pot of tea by herself.

The last ray of setting sun came through the window, Shi Mu was against the light, the setting sun turned into a golden border behind Shi Mu, Hua Rong was facing him, squinting his eyes, the sun gradually sank, and the room suddenly became dark.

Shi Mu yawned and floated leisurely on the bed to sleep.Huarong followed and lay on the bed.

I don't know if it's because Shi Mu is used to not using blindfolds, Huarong always feels that Shi Mu seems to be becoming more... a person, always feels... that he can really feel that there is another person beside him.

You can feel the weight of two people pressing on the bed, and the bed is slightly sunken; you can feel the shallow breathing around you that doesn't belong to you, and it also has a sweet breath, which is as fragrant as flowers and as sweet as honey.

It turns out that immortals also need to breathe.

Huarong opened her eyes, she could see Shi Mu by tilting her head slightly, and suddenly felt a little sleepless.

Maybe it's because the life in the past few days is too comfortable, but Huarong is a little at a loss.

If you think about it carefully, it's too comfortable!

Hua Rong realized something was wrong.

When he met Huarong at Shi Muqian, he only had revenge in his heart. There were rumors in the world that he even selected the top ten schools of martial arts. Although the truth is not that exaggerated, the truth is more or less the same.

After all, sects can't run away, seeking revenge is the most convenient.

Huarong walked all the way to Pengcheng, and after killing a few of them, the rest of the sect would naturally not let it go. After all, these people are most concerned about face. A brat sneaked into his mountain gate to kill people and retreated. Not the words to say it.

Fortunately, there are many disciples in my family, so I can just send out a few casually, but I didn't expect that not only did not save face, but also broke people in it, and instead made troubles known to everyone in the world, and was seen as a joke.

The faction that became angry could only increase the manpower to hunt and kill, so the enemies around Huarong had never been broken. Like the dead soldiers before, at best, some people acted out of a guilty conscience, and it was really worthless to put it on Huarong.

After meeting Huarong after Shi Mu, at least for now, she still only has revenge in her heart, but just returned to Pengcheng, before Huarong had time to seek revenge, the original continuous stream of pursuers suddenly disappeared.

At least it showed that there was no commotion when he went shopping with Shi Mu.

It is abnormal!

Maybe it's the fairy's luck...

Even though Huarong thought so, she also felt that it was not convincing at all...

Huarong still looked at Shi Mu, but Shi Mu suddenly opened his eyes!

Four eyes facing each other.

Before Huarong made any reaction, Shi Mu sat up with a "shua".

"My sugar man!" Shi Mu was about to shout out in a hurry, "I almost forgot, it will break if I leave it like this."

Shi Mu snapped his fingers, and with a bit of moonlight, Hua Rong saw that the sugar figure was gone in an instant, and the gadgets on the table were gone, probably because Shi Mu had put them away.

It turned out that Shi Mu had a way to get things.

But on the way back, she still carried all kinds of beautiful bags.

Hua Rong really didn't know how to react this time.

Shi Mu put away the sugar figurine, relieved at once, turned his head and saw Huarong's expression, strange and indescribably helpless.

Shi Mu smiled, but avoided talking about it, and said: "These days there are always people who don't have good eyesight looking for you, but they are not good enough. I have used a trick to cover up their eyes, and those people are probably still lost," Shi Mu said. Mu smiled, "Don't thank me too much. I took a look and most of them were holding Qin character tokens. They probably have a big move. They should leave Qingliu tomorrow."

Is this doing yourself a favor?

Who is not tired of dealing with endless enemies all the time?Besides, it's pointless to deal with these people.But Huarong is not sure, maybe it's just that Shi Mu doesn't want anyone to disturb his city tour plan.

But anyway...

"Thank you." There was no response to her soft words, Huarong turned her head, and saw Shi Mu who was already lying down, as if she had fallen asleep.

Forget it, go to sleep.

There will always be an opportunity to repay him.Huarong closed her eyes thinking this way.

In the darkness, Shi Mu quietly raised the corners of his lips.

Mortal, it's really cute.

Two handsome teenagers were lying on the bed, their loose hair tangled together.

The young man breathed shallowly, and the night was quiet and peaceful.

Perhaps the immortal's initial attitude was too natural, and no one realized that there was something wrong with such two tall young men lying together.

Oh, I didn't realize it now, and I won't realize it in the future.

It is exactly: Knowing each other is like nature, habit is like nature.