The character design is always clear and strange [Comprehensive martial arts]

On the way there, Yuan Suiyun was upset and seemed to have a thousand words in his heart, but when he actually went to the cemetery to worship, he didn't say a word.

Standing in front of the tombstone, Yuan Suiyun remained silent for a while without saying a word.

After a while, he turned sideways and said to Nightingale: "Little guy, please help me to see if there are any weeds beside my mother's grave? If there are, please help pull them out and throw them far away."

Nightingale looked into Yuan Suiyun's eyes, and suddenly felt her nose sore.

He responded softly: "Well, I see."

Then he lowered his head and walked slowly around the grave.Sure enough, she found a few weeds beside the grave, and Nightingale quietly squatted down and carefully pulled out all the weeds.

The rhizomes of the weeds were thrown far away with small pieces of soil.

Yuan Suiyun was silent when he heard the commotion. He was holding a bowl of plum wine and poured the wine gently on the ground along the tombstone.

The trickling water flowed from the side of the bowl into the soil, and the smell of the soil and the sweet aroma of the wine surrounded the person who was sleeping in the ground.

Nightingale finished handling the weeds and came over.

He looked at Yuan Suiyun's expression, and wanted to say something to comfort Yuan Suiyun or ease the atmosphere as agreed when he came in, but he didn't know how to start.

Nightingale curled up uneasily with her little hands covered in dirt, and walked slowly towards Yuan Suiyun. "I pulled out all the weeds, don't worry, Mrs. Yuan's side is clean now."

After hearing what he said, Yuan Suiyun gently held Nightingale's arm, wanting to hold his hand down the line, and thanked him softly.

Nightingale looked at the dirt on her fingers and felt a little embarrassed.

"You don't need to thank me, and don't hold my hand." He whispered.

"What?" Yuan Suiyun was puzzled.

Nightingale looked up and looked at him seriously: "I have mud on my hands, dirty."

He feels that Yuan Suiyun loves cleanliness so much and is so particular about it, maybe he has a cleanliness fetish, and if he holds his dirty hand, he will be unhappy.

But Yuan Suiyun shook his head lightly, and said in a low voice, "Stretch out your hand."

Hearing that the little guy didn't move, Yuan Suiyun sighed.

He simply took Nightingale's palm out of the long sleeve with both hands, held his hand tightly and walked to the tombstone.Then he released his right hand and handed the prepared bowl of new wine to Nightingale.

"This time, it's time for you to toast your mother."

Nightingale was a little surprised: "Me?"

Yuan Suiyun nodded: "Stop the wine, and talk to your mother after toasting. She will definitely like you very much."

After he finished speaking, he let go of Nightingale's hand and walked away slowly.

"Hey, I toast? I..."

Nightingale looked at Yuan Suiyun's back and pouted.

He turned around and looked at the tombstone, a little at a loss.

Carefully picking up the wine bowl, he followed Yuan Suiyun's previous example and toasted Mrs. Yuan to this bowl of wine.

Then, holding the empty wine bowl, he moved his throat, not knowing what to say.

What should I say?

Talk about things related to Yuan Suiyun?

Nightingale thought for a while, then said in a low voice, and first said hello, "Hello Madam Yuan."

"I, let me introduce myself first. My surname is Shi and my name is Yu. I am a nightingale and your son...and also your son Yuan Suiyun's friend."

His small face became more and more nervous as he spoke: "Well, let's come and see you today. Yuan Suiyun is very good, and Wuzheng Villa is also very good. I will take good care of Yuan Suiyun. You can rest assured that Yuan Suiyun Leave it to me, and I will be responsible for him for the rest of my life. I hope everything will be fine with you down here."

Then Nightingale opened her mouth, feeling that she had nothing to say.

It seems that nothing is right, you can't just call your mother-in-law, right?

So he simply shut up and bowed seriously, as a farewell.

Yuan Suiyun took Nightingale back the same way, and just sent him into another courtyard, turned around and was about to leave.

"Hello." Nightingale grabbed his sleeve and asked him, "Where are you going?"

Yuan Suiyun smiled and said: "I have something to discuss with my subordinates, you go back to rest first, don't wait for me to eat."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and wanted to leave, but before he took a step out, he found that his sleeves were still tightly pulled, and the little guy refused to let go.

Yuan Suiyun patted the back of Nightingale's hand, and asked softly with a hint of comfort, "What's wrong?"

"When will you be back?"

Yuan Suiyun said: "I'll be back soon."

Nightingale continued to ask him, "How much is it soon?"

Nightingale always felt a little uneasy, and she couldn't tell the reason, maybe it was because Yuan Suiyun was very busy recently, or maybe it was because Yuan Suiyun was in a bad mood on the anniversary of Mrs. Yuan's death.Seeing him go out, there will always be some inexplicable worries.

Yuan Suiyun got a little impatient, he took the little guy's hand away from his sleeve, and warned him: "Don't ask so many questions, little guy, control your curiosity."

He thought for a while and continued: "Also, don't become a prototype and follow me."

Hearing this, the boy's beautiful eyes were full of disbelief. "You, what's the matter with you?"

"I don't have anything to do, it's just that there are some things that I don't want you to intervene in. Understand?" Yuan Suiyun gently pinched Nightingale's soft face, and warned him: "You can be naughty on weekdays, and you can still be cute. But, Playing with one's temper at a critical moment will be annoying."

Nightingale was stunned, his hand slipped from Yuan Suiyun's sleeve, curled up slightly.After listening to his words, the palm of his hand shrunk into a small fist.

"I'm not willful, I'm just worried about you."

Yuan Suiyun rubbed the little guy's hair, coaxing him: "I really have something important, don't think too much about it, I'll come as soon as I go. Just wait for me at home."

Nightingale held her mouth aggrieved, feeling very unconvinced.

It's like this again, it's like this again!

He always keeps his secrets behind his back.

Yuan Suiyun didn't lie, he did have something important to do.

Today is the day when Mrs. Kumei made an appointment with him to read cheat books.

The appointment was at Xinghuazhuang, thirty miles away. It was the best restaurant nearby, and it was quite large.

Among them, the five-story Xinghualou is the most famous, and literati often come here to meet and drink with friends.

When Yuan Suiyun arrived, it was already noon, there were many people in the winery, and the Xinghualou was bustling with people, a lively scene.

In order to help the wine, the dealer invited dancers from the Western Regions who are good at singing and dancing, and they sang and danced in the center, making everyone laugh.

The sound of the huqin pierced my ears, and the drums caught the dancer's footsteps and vibrated non-stop. Not to mention that she couldn't move her eyes, her concentration was normal, and even her heart was caught by this dance.

Orchid smiled brightly and kept circling the field.What followed was the constant pouring of wine by the companions.

When someone was fascinated by watching, someone behind him said: "Excuse me, I want to go over."

Several people turned their heads and saw a young man with an outstanding appearance behind them, with an extraordinary bearing.

It just so happened that the dancer also noticed this at this time, and she casually threw a flower in her mouth to show her goodwill to the people here.

For a while, everyone was so intoxicated that they didn't know why, and they just followed the dancer's persuasion to drink.

Yuan Suiyun frowned, so he had to raise his voice and repeat: "Get out of the way."

The person blocking the way came to his senses and moved out of the way.

Someone noticed this unusual-looking young man, and invited him cheerfully: "Little brother, let's have a drink together!"

The black-clothed boy acted as if he had never heard of it, walked straight forward with a cold expression, missed the crowd, and went up to the first floor again.

The dandy who invited him to drink was very bored, and said: "It's all for fun, what is he pretending to be with a cold face? Cut, it looks like he is looking for his life. Prudence."

With a cold face, Yuan Suiyun walked up the stairs, walked through the corridor, and found the third floor.

Mrs. Kumei was already waiting for him in the secluded private room inside.

The door creaked open.

"You're late." With a hoarse voice, Master Kumei turned around to look at the visitor, and gave him a displeased look.

"You came early." Yuan Suiyun pointed out the current situation with a smile on his lips: "Master, you are in a hurry, but I am not in a hurry."

Master Kumei withdrew his gaze, a little nervous: "Could it be that you want to break your promise?"

Yuan Suiyun shook his head lightly: "Speaking of which, I'm still your younger brother. Why don't you trust me at all? It's really sad. Don't worry, although I don't value "Thirteen Styles of Breeze" now, I don't Will break my promise."

Hearing his words, Mrs. Kumei was relieved.

Yuan Suiyun is a person who disdains to lie, he is very arrogant, he will never break his promise.

On this point, Mrs. Kumei still believed in him.

After all, according to her information, Yuan Suiyun has always been like this.

She put "Thirteen Styles of Breeze" on the table, pressed her intact palm on it, and looked nervously at her half-brother.

"The secret knowledge I promised has been brought, where is your secret book?"

Yuan Suiyun unhurriedly took out an old book with yellowed pages from his sleeve.

Kumei Shitai looked excited and wanted to stand up and take it.Unexpectedly, Yuan Suiyun retracted his hand and said another word.

He said: "I have to explain some things first. This secret book was indeed found from my father. But my father has collected so many secret books. I am not sure if it is this one. I have tried my best. , and others, you can judge for yourself. If you practice martial arts wrongly, you will bear the consequences.”

Mrs. Kumei smiled and said: "Of course I can see clearly than you. You don't need to worry about whether it's true or not."

Yuan Suiyun whispered: "That's good."

Mrs. Kumei had already lit a stick of incense in her hand, and in the rising smoke, she said, "Okay, let's exchange for an hour."

Yuan Suiyun smiled slowly: "Could it be that the teacher forgot, I can't see, I need someone to help me read this secret book."

Mrs. Kumei raised her eyes and asked him, "Did you invite someone?"

Yuan Suiyun smiled lightly and said, "But I forgot."

Mrs. Kumei clenched the secret book in her hand and asked him impatiently, "How about that?"

Yuan Suiyun moved the teacup unhurriedly and said, "Let your people in."

Mrs. Kumei's eyebrows and eyes moved, and she couldn't hide her hostility.

"You know." She suddenly understood, and slowly closed the secret book in her hand.

"What do you know?" The boy opposite was still smiling, as if he couldn't feel the suddenly cooling atmosphere.

"Know that today is your day of death."

"I won't die today." Yuan Suiyun picked up the teacup and splashed it lightly, and the long incense that had just ignited was extinguished immediately.

"It's a rare scent of poison. It's just to deal with me. I'm afraid this little bit of poison is not enough."

In the blink of an eye, the situation changed, and countless needle-shaped hidden weapons were shot from the beams of the house like a rainstorm.

Yuan Dongyuan has more than one son, but the world only knows that Yuan Suiyun is his son, so, in order for others to see the light of day, Yuan Suiyun must die.

As expected, Mrs. Kumei threw the chair and threw it at Yuan Suiyun's back, and then hid under the table for an instant.

There was an expectant smile on her face, so what if Yuan Suiyun's martial arts were high?

Although he found that the incense was poisonous, he had already inhaled some of it, and then he had to face the overwhelming poisonous hidden weapons and the chair he threw over in a very short time.If you avoid one side, you cannot avoid the other.

He must die.

Mrs. Kumei seemed to have thought of Yuan Dongyuan's expression when she heard about this, it must be very nice.

In an instant, the sharp hidden weapon changed direction and sank into the body, spraying out blood mist, and the body of the man in white seemed to be a sieve.

His body went down, and he was facing the face of Mrs. Kumei under the table.

The room was eerily quiet.

Yuan Suiyun coughed lightly, and casually threw the "Thirteen Styles of Qingfeng" full of pinholes on the ground.

"Come out, if you want to escape, I advise you to think about your brother. He is in my hands."

After a pause, he added: "And your uncle."

Master Kumei stood up with a cold face and asked him: "What do you want?"

"I want you to be my knife and kill for me."

When Yuan Suiyun returned to Wuzheng Villa, it was already afternoon. When he went in, he asked casually. The housekeeper was busy helping the owner prepare a sacrifice for his wife's grave.

The little steward asked attentively: "Young master, where did you come back from? Have you had dinner yet?"

"I went to a qin shop to have a look at the qin at random, but unfortunately the qin there is of mediocre quality. I haven't had dinner yet, so I want to eat spring rolls."

"Young master, I will ask the kitchen to make spring rolls for you. I will also prepare some refreshing appetizers for you. The silver carp in the river is beautiful at this time. How about some fish soup for you?"

At this moment, Yuan Suiyun couldn't help thinking of the tastes of the people in the room, and said with a casual smile: "I will do as you said, and I will fry another plate of shrimp."

This person is worthy of being the successor trained by the old housekeeper, and he does things very quickly.

When Yuan Suiyun returned to his yard, coaxing the angry Nightingale, a group of maidservants filed in and arranged the meals.

Nightingale smelled the bloody smell on Yuan Suiyun's body, and turned her head to ignore him a little displeased.

The attendant neatly helped Yuan Suiyun roll up his sleeves, and helped him with the vegetables.

Yuan Suiyun listened attentively to Nightingale's movements, and called to him: "Little guy, come have dinner, we have your favorite shrimp."

"I have no appetite." Nightingale squeezed the ink-splashed paper fan in her palm.

Yuan Suiyun was very angry when he heard him, and asked with confidence: "Why don't you have an appetite? Who made you unhappy?"

"Who else is there, far away in the sky and close in front of you."

"Oh?" Yuan Suiyun asked him with a smile: "Where did I make you angry? Don't make trouble for no reason."

Nightingale was even more unhappy: "Yes, yes, you are a very busy person. You are so busy that you can only see him a few times a day. How can a busy person have time to make others angry? A busy person will only get rid of those who make him angry .”

"Can you talk properly. You are not someone else!"

"Oh? I'm not someone else." Nightingale asked him, "Who am I?"

Yuan Suiyun walked over, gently hugged him in his arms and coaxed him softly: "You are my wife."

"Okay, don't be angry. I know I've been too busy recently, and I don't have much time to accompany you. After a while, I will definitely accompany you well."

Nightingale looked up at his expression, carefully judging whether his words were true or not: "Really?"