Fengyunzhi becomes Qin Shuang

When the doctor came, Bu Jingyun was already lying on the bed in the back room of "Tianyun Pavilion".

The old man rolled up his sleeves and touched the kneecap with his bony hands, but he calmly said that it was dislocated, and he wanted to pull it back and connect it.

The man was afraid of his pain, so he only said to bite a piece of wood in his mouth to relieve the pain, but Bu Jingyun shook his head and said no.

Seeing Old Man Lin coming over with a wooden stick, the little girl beside him also became anxious.

"what's your name?"

Kong Ci was also afraid that Bu Jingyun would not be able to bear the pain, so he forced a smile to attract his attention.

Unexpectedly, Bu Jingyun remained unmoved, staring wide-eyed at the wooden stick that was about to fall on his lap, but very calmly glanced at the squatting person by the bed, then turned around, his white lips moved slightly, Softly said: "Bu Jingyun."

"Bu Jingyun? Bu Jingyun." The little girl read a few words softly, then turned her head, and quickly stretched out her hand to press his wrist with a smile, "My name is Kong Ci."

Bu Jingyun nodded slightly, just as he was about to get rid of it, he saw the wooden stick hitting his knee, which was really painful.

His face was instantly pale as paper, and he gritted his teeth so as not to faint.

Kong Ci was also frightened, he closed his eyes tightly, turned his head to the side, not daring to look, and the strength of his hands also loosened.After hearing the sound of "click", Bu Jingyun held down her trembling wrist, and the man turned his head to look at it, as if to comfort her not to worry.

After taking the medicine and putting on a bandage, Bu Jingyun's pain improved a bit, but when he closed his eyes, he was very confused, as if fainted.

When he woke up again, it was already the afternoon of the second day. He looked around, but he was lying on the small bed in his yard.

The wooden door was closed tightly, and when Kong Ci came in again, he was holding a basket in his hand, and the room instantly smelled of food and medicine.

The girl turned around and saw him staring blankly, but she smiled and said, "Bu Jingyun, are you awake? It's just right, I brought something to eat." She unhurriedly took out the things one by one and put them in order. After talking a lot, Bu Jingyun couldn't listen to him, just staring out the window, he saw that the sun was extremely warm, but the room seemed inexplicably cold.

"Drink the medicine first!"

Bu Jingyun was taken aback, took the medicine bowl, and said dryly: "Thank you!"

Then, it fell into silence.

Kong Ci sat on the head of the bed, looked at him, blinked mischievously and said, "You don't like talking?"

The person on the bed was drinking medicine, but there was no reaction.

Although the little girl is used to their young master's quietness and reticence, but this Bu Jingyun is obviously different from their young master, if this person hates talking to others.

She frowned, thinking of something, and said: "You have a good relationship with our Young Master Shuang? But he was angry because of you and the leader. Last night, he really quarreled, but this has never happened before."

The person who heard the words paused, frowned slightly, shook his head silently, then frowned, unable to express any emotions.

The little girl thought this was strange, thinking that Master Shuang wanted to obey the leader's words, but contradicted him like that.Scanning the person on the bed, I saw that the person's brows and eyes were full of arrogance and hard bones, just like yesterday, but he didn't even hear a whisper, he thought he was an extraordinary person, but his heart was extremely cold, and he only said that his charm was also called She was impressed by others, and she also admired her in her heart. She just smiled and said: "That's right, there's nothing strange about it. Our Young Master Shuang is inherently kind, and he treats everyone very well. Except for the leader, everyone is the same in his eyes. "

Thinking about it, maybe this Bu Jingyun is really like what Master Shuang said, a person who should be reused.But the gang leader didn't look at him.

What Kong Ci said, Bu Jingyun was really dumb for a moment, unwilling to say another word.

In the room, everything is dead silent.

In the next few days, Kong Ci would come here several times a day, and he would bring some delicious food.Bu Jingyun didn't tell her to go, but he didn't pay much attention to it.His leg has improved a lot and he can already walk.

During the period, several of the troublemakers came to apologize to him, but Bu Jingyun just said lightly, "Get out!" After that, Qin Jian thought over and over again, and felt that this person was really good-natured. Said that he was willing to follow Bu Jingyun.A group of people handed over silently and became Bu Jingyun's legs.

"Brother Yun, come and drink the medicine!"

Kong Ci didn't mind Bu Jingyun's indifference, on the contrary, he found this person interesting, but sometimes, looking at the other person's unpredictable expression, he was also fascinated.

"Kong Ci, don't come here again." Bu Jingyun finally said.

"why?"

"I'm used to it, and I don't like people around me."

"Is that so?" Kong Ci pulled a long face, then turned his eyes and said with a smile: "But, my Young Master Shuang asked me to come, why don't I come?"

The little girl blinked her big eyes and looked at Bu Jingyun. Bu Jingyun rubbed the sword, turning a blind eye, pursing her lips tightly, and said nothing.

That night, Qin Shuang counted the days, closed the middle laner, and went out.

Bu Jingyun is now alone in a room, this kind of temper naturally doesn't get along well with others.

The moonlight is as white as flowers, and there is silence all around.

Even the cold and deep shadow in the forest was really strange, he stepped lightly on the bluestone road, and consciously speeded up a bit.

The house was locked from the inside. He knocked on the door several times, but no one came to open it.

It took a lot of effort to pick it out.

The moonlight outside the window shone on the sleeping face of the man, and the person on the bed was frowning tightly, unable to relax for a moment.

A cold hand touched his small face, but he was startled by the scorching heat.

Qin Shuang also frowned, his palms were covered with that man's sweat.

He stared at it for a while, then turned to light the lamp.Sitting on the head of the bed, Bu Jingyun's pale lips, if he was thinking: "Don't...don't hit me...I'm not a weirdo...mother..." His face was changing, fearful at one moment, wronged at another, and fierce at another.

Qin Shuang was shocked when he saw it, and felt pity. He knew a thing or two about Bu Jingyun, but he didn't know that this person cared so much.I think he was living in a nightmare.

"Bu Jingyun." Qin Shuang reached out and pushed him gently, the movement was very slight, but she was really afraid of scaring him.

After calling a few times, the person on the bed suddenly turned over cleverly, with extremely agile movements, he drew the short knife under the pillow, and with a "wow", the blade was already placed on Qin Shuang's neck.

Bu Jingyun's face turned cold, without a trace of expression. After seeing that it was Qin Shuang, he put away the dagger, sat on the bedside, and looked at him without saying a word.

Qin Shuang was startled suddenly, opened her mouth for a moment, but lost her voice.

Bu Jingyun said coldly: "What are you doing here?"

The stunned man came back to his senses, got up from the bed, took out the blue and white porcelain bottle in his arms, and briefly said: "Send 'drinking flower dew', tomorrow is the whole month of March."

Qin Shuang's voice was a bit hoarse, and Bu Jingyun couldn't help but look at him a few times, just staring at the slender wrist that was stretched out, concentrated for a while, then took the handle of the knife, and ran up the plain white sleeve As soon as he picked it, Qin Shuang felt a chill on his wrist, but didn't take it back.

Lifting up the long sleeves, one could see a light red mark on the white and smooth slender arm, the color gradually faded, and the light pink flesh color instantly transformed into another abnormal color on the porcelain-like skin. ghostly.

Qin Shuang coughed lightly, seeing that Bu Jingyun didn't pick it up, she just covered up her sleeves and passed some over.

The man turned sideways and said coldly: "It's tomorrow, so you can come and see it off tomorrow."

Qin Shuang was stunned for a moment, thought about it, and thought that it was all the same, and said, "I don't have time tomorrow."

"Then I'll go find you."

"Why bother, it's all the same." Then he put the things on the table, coughed a few times, his voice hadn't been good for the past few days, so he didn't say much, put out the lights, turned around and left, out the door.

The candle was blown out, and the room was suddenly plunged into darkness. The numb person sitting on the bed just stared at the door, in a daze.

Time passed, Tianshan passed by at a glance, and it has been three years.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter went back and forth for three years. In Qin Shuang's impression, the long and cold winter of Tianshan Mountain was deeply imprinted.The winter scenery of the Tianshan Mountains occupies half of the memory.

The other half is to be with the master in the white snow forest in the back mountain, playing with a flying long sword, snowflakes all over the sky, snow-covered palms, soaking in the sub-zero frost, waving the ultimate sky frost fist beauty.

Also, the boy who grew up alone in the deep forest, his person is like the sword in his hand, with the accumulation of time, he has become more fierce and arrogant.

It was no longer that little boy who stood tall and handsome, but he was still cold.

The master said: Shuang'er, the Tianshuang Fist you are playing is far more beautiful than him, but it is not what it should be.

So he worked harder.

And things like qualifications are doomed.

Under the premise that he can't bear to use it to kill people, his Tianshuang fist can only be a flowery fist with embroidered legs.

The thick snow buried everything and whitened the whole world.He always likes the winter scenery of Tianshan Mountain. When the frost is falling and covering the entire mountain and river, he will sometimes walk in the forest. At that time, he can see the snow-changing boy in the snow-white forest, playing tricks and tricks. 11 The year-old Bu Jingyun was dressed in thin black clothes, with snowflakes flying all over his body, as if he had forgotten the cold of winter.

At this time, beside him, not far away, sat a young girl in yellow clothes.

She held her chin, with an obsessive smile on her face, looking ecstatically.

Qin Shuang could only see him a few times a year, and would often find some good martial arts books to copy and send Kong Ci to send them to him. His swordsmanship was superb day and night, and he had already reached a certain level.

In Tianxiahui, he can be regarded as a first-class player.

Bu Jingyun worked quietly as a subordinate for two years, and recently he also went out to fight with the people in the meeting, and he did not stay in the Tianxiahui for many days.At this time, he was able to officially enter the Deshen Hall and occupy a small position.

And the number of people following him gradually increased, his face was still so cold, but it was no longer a sense of aloofness, but a natural charm.

He participated in ten Tianxiahui battles, and fought as a forward in a row, extremely brave.

He still doesn't like words, and his methods are cruel and ruthless. His brothers have died countless times, but he has never shed a tear.

The gang dubbed "Don't Cry Death", and the title became famous all over the world at this time.