Everyday in shame [Comprehensive martial arts]

Shanglu has a lot to say, but he can't say it, because some words can always hurt the self-esteem of smart people.

In fact, if Shanglu was Lu Xiaofeng, they might think too much.

After all, this is a very interesting story that can have a lot of fun.

The story of a doctor with strong martial arts and a swordsman who is not a man.

The autumn wind is rustling, and the stars and moonlight correspond.

It was already late at night.

At such a time, Shanglu should also return to the wooden house, wrapped in a large flower quilt, happily growing gold.

"I have to go now."

Shanglu's tone was very calm. He glanced at Ye Gucheng not far away, said hello, and walked away.

With a white back and ink-like hair, he looks like a fairy who has stepped on the moon and left.

However, sometimes, he is more like a sword, a cold and sharp sword, a sword that should be placed on the throne.

Shanglu is a man who should sit on a high platform, and he should stare at the people below the stage coldly, leaving only a nostalgic face.

Ye Gucheng looked ahead intently, as if he was looking at the big tree not far away, or at the man passing by the big tree.

The lonely and noble swordsman suddenly had the urge to hide a person.

At this time, Lu Xiaofeng also noticed Ye Gucheng's expression.

Lu Xiaofeng with four eyebrows suddenly became bitter and sad.

"What happened?"

This question was asked by Hua Manlou.

Huamanlou is a blind man, but he is a blind man whose ears are better than his eyes. He can always feel the changes of things very quickly.

After Shang Lu left, Hua Manlou felt that the place had changed.

Lu Xiaofeng said: "A story of three men."

And one of the men had already arrived in his small shabby house at this time.

The autumn wind suddenly picked up violently, hitting the small broken house, making an unbearable rushing sound.

Shang Lu couldn't help but sneezed.

Rubbing his nose, Shang Lu said helplessly: "Tomorrow we must repair this small broken house."

The doctor in white, who was afraid of the cold, hurried to bed after washing, and wrapped himself tightly in a large flowered quilt.

Shanglu poked the system: "Take out the 50-year martial arts gift package and have a look."

Shang Lu, who was wrapped in a big flower quilt, waited slowly for the voice of the system's reluctance.

"Ding dong, the 50-year martial arts gift package has been sent, please pay attention to check it."

A package of dark green floral flowers landed on Phytolaca's bed.

Pokeland, who makes complaints about system aesthetics every day: ...

Look at the pink and tender wallet of the novice equipment!

Look at the big perianth that bears gold!

Look at this green floral cloth again!

"Who did you learn the excellent aesthetics from?" Shang Lu said helplessly.

The system smiled and said, "I learned from an ugly and perverted doctor."

Phytophthora not ugly but also aesthetically pleasing: ...

I always feel that the system is scolding him for something.

Shanglu said calmly: "Your former host was also a doctor?"

The system stopped talking again.

The only sounds in the cabin were meowing and pokeweed sighing.

The silly system is also quite cute, and he can't bear to dig a hole for the system to jump in if it goes on like this. If it doesn't work, then for the sake of the system being silly and cute, the action of burying the soil should be lighter.

After making the decision, Phytore no longer paid attention to the system, but stared at the green package seriously.

There was a pill and a small book in the package.

Shang Luxian picked up the pill, he sniffed it, but couldn't tell the ingredients in it for a while.

This got Shanglu interested.

Shanglu hurriedly got out of bed, and found the stone pestle that was given with Miaomiao's pink and tender clothes in the corner of the cabin.He found another white cloth, put it on the table, and put the pills on the cloth.

Shanglu firmly raised the stone pestle, ready to smash it at the pill quickly and steadily.

However, the system suddenly made a sound.

"This is a pill worth ten shocks!!!"

Shanglu's hand that smashed the medicine stopped steadily.

He smiled.

It was a soft, sly smile, as he noticed the difference in the system.

If the doctor in white was the system, he wished that the host would smash the pill and buy another 50-year martial arts gift package from him with ten shock points.

Shanglu calmly put down the stone pestle he held up high, and he swallowed the pill worth ten shock points without the slightest hesitation.

the next day.

The bleak autumn wind has disappeared.

Only a few beams of sunlight passing through the camphor tree passed through the open wooden door and fell on the face of the man wrapped in a large flowered quilt on the wooden bed.

Shang Lu skillfully turned over and fell asleep again.

Needle drop could be heard in the quiet and dilapidated wooden house.

"Da da."

Suddenly there was a sound, it was very light footsteps.

The white figure approached the person on the bed unhurriedly.

A hand of the figure suddenly stretched out, but it was Shanglu's hand that was faster than him.

A hand stretched out like lightning from the big flowered quilt.

Shanglu exerted all his strength, and in a moment of dizziness, the doctor in white pinned down a man in white.

The right arm pressed firmly on the man's neck, and those clean and cold eyes suddenly became fierce.

But only for a while, Shang Lu's eyes turned into the ignorant eyes of a little milk dog again.

"Ye Gucheng?"

The half-asleep and half-awake Shanglu blinked his eyes in confusion.

Untwisted hair fell on Ye Gucheng's cold face, and the breathing of the two powerful swordsmen intertwined.

For a moment, it was impossible to tell whose breathing was disordered first.

Shanglu woke up suddenly, he stretched his left hand, and his white clothes drew a beautiful arc, and in an instant, his body fell lightly on the old wooden floor.

"Clap."

It's the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground.

The two equally extraordinary men, both dressed in white, looked at the gold falling on the ground together, lost in thought.

Shanglu:! ! !

Ahhh!What should I do, I will be recognized as a pervert who likes to sleep with Jin Jin! !

The system happily picked its nose.

The indifferent white-clothed doctor firmly suppressed the thoughts in his heart, and calmly sat on a small wooden bench beside Ye Gucheng's obscure gaze.

"The city lord should find me for something."

"You can call me Ye Gucheng."

Shang Lu was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

Ye Gucheng also stood up, his hair was messed up and his collar was loose.

This was the first time Shanglu saw the dignified and serious Ye Gucheng. He leaned on his chin and looked at it with relish.

This person has a very good-looking and special face. This face has the aura that a top swordsman should have, the majesty of the Lord of Baiyun, and the charm of a good-looking man.

This is a face that reminds people of the lonely plum blossom when they see it, it is cold and arrogant.

Shang Lu, who had just mastered internal power for 50 years, suddenly wanted to compete with this person.

It must be a very lovely thing for a lonely swordsman to show surprise or dissatisfaction.

"I brought wontons."

Ye Gucheng's tone was calm, but Shang Lu raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Jianxian stopped talking, but took a deep look at Shanglu, and he walked out.

Only then did Shanglu notice the steaming wontons on the wooden table.