[Ancient Sword] Old dreams are picturesque

Ling Yue sighed secretly, it would be better to let him do it himself, "Do you want to ask me how I know you are a descendant of the Wu family? It is easy to say, I have read the sword manual of the Wu family's swordsmanship, read more You can recognize it with just a few glances." In addition, this man is so similar to the rumored upright and unyielding Patriarch of the Wu family that he couldn't be more similar.

It's a pity that the Wu family was slaughtered by an inexplicable enemy five years ago. This massacre has always been the most unshakable hatred in Jue Ming's heart.Glancing at him suspiciously, Jue Ming asked vigilantly, "How come you have seen my Wu family's sword manual?"

"Wu Yidao is your father, right?" Ling Yue glanced at him again, he had met Hero Wu once before, and now, looking carefully, he has a lot in common with his father.

Jue Ming nodded silently, compared to the loss of control just now, he seemed much calmer now.

"Wu Daxia and my master are old friends. When I was young, I was lucky enough to see a sword manual once in a while."

Jue Ming was astonished, he wrote down the sword manual after only seeing it once, and many years later, he can still see from it that he is practicing the Wu family's swordsmanship.If it wasn't for ulterior motives, then it could only be a hidden expert, no matter what the possibility was, Jue Ming had to start to look at this man squarely.

Maybe Jue Ming's eyes on him became darker, Ling Yue also vaguely guessed his thoughts, a pair of bright moon-like eyes curved up with a slight smile, "It's just that you know a little bit about superficiality, and you'll laugh at me if you play tricks a little bit." gone."

Jue Ming put down the medicine for silence, then leaned against the pillar and seemed lost in thought.It's been a long, long time since no one mentioned about his father, it's as if a long-standing scar has been slowly peeled off.Although there was no bleeding, the scar was still there.It was like a heavy shadow pressed down hard, and his breathing became heavy in an instant, almost suffocating.

Perhaps in order to break the heavy atmosphere, Ling Yue got up and picked up Jue Ming's sword.The fingertips gently stroked the sharp blade, as if rediscovering the feeling of holding a sword back then.Although his body has become weaker and weaker in recent years, he still practiced some gentle inner skills.

After moving his wrist, Ling Yue's hand trembled a little. He hadn't picked up a sword for a long time, maybe he was too weak all the time.Facing Baili Tusu, he couldn't pick up the sword calmly at all.He didn't mean to blame him, but he couldn't let it go, that's all.

After trying to swing the sword a few times, Ling Yue could see that it was a good sword.The sword body is light, but the sword energy hidden under the thin blade can also be seen.Movements that have not been swung for a long time have not become unfamiliar due to the passage of time. Swordsmanship without internal strength cannot produce sharp sword energy, and the strength may not be just right.

But every move is danced to the extreme, without substantial damage, but very pleasing to the eye.

Fallen flowers are flying in the courtyard, and the long black hair like splashed ink against the white robe moves with the wind.That soft and beautiful scene made Jue Ming on the side stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses. The next moment, the erratic figure wielding a long sword appeared in front of his eyes. take a step back.

Putting away the long sword in an imposing manner, the murderous aura between Ling Yue's brows slowed down a little, and became as gentle as usual.Jue Ming thought, perhaps this is Ling Yue's truest appearance, that kind of awe-inspiring aura cannot be achieved overnight, but why did he hide it.Jue Ming, who was thinking so, asked unconsciously.

Listening to his words, Ling Yue suddenly felt dumbfounded, "Actually, I didn't hide it on purpose, it's just..." He cast his eyes on the courtyard where the falling leaves were flying, as if thinking.

Over the years, he has become accustomed to following Baili Tusu's figure. Five years ago, he completely changed from a protector to a protected person.Becoming silent at first was a kind of silent resistance, but after a long time, I got used to it.I'm used to following his figure, getting used to compromising his arrangements, and getting used to being an ordinary person with no martial arts.

"Maybe I'm used to it." Ling Yue only said this sentence and didn't speak again.Jue Ming probably saw that Ling Yue didn't want to say that, and he didn't pursue it further, but his impression of Ling Yue changed since then.

At dusk, the chef Wang in the kitchen walked from the kitchen to the courtyard carrying a large kitchen knife, and he saw the man sitting on the rattan chair reading a book at a glance.Scratching his head, Chef Wang felt that this person was like fragile ceramics, he had to hold it carefully, lest he might be frightened by his loud voice.

Speaking of which, Ling Yue does not look feminine, on the contrary, he has a very tough outline.Although the body is weak, it doesn't look thin. This kind of illusion can make people feel that Baili Tusu's attitude is too protective and ambiguous.

Before Cook Wang could speak, the person with his back turned to him said slowly, "What's the matter?"

On the contrary, Chef Wang was startled by the sudden voice, scratched his head's hair, and said dully, "Dinner is ready, I'm here to call you to eat."

"Where's Tu Su?" Ling Yue stood up slowly, gently brushed off the petals that had fallen from his robe, and turned around to ask.

"Huh? Young Master Baili? I don't know about this, but I haven't come back at this hour, and it will probably be late at night."

Ling Yue, who nodded to make it clear, followed Cook Wang to the other courtyard, where it was rare for Ling Yue to see Jue Ming sitting there upright.According to the previous days, almost as long as there were occasions for Ling Yue, he would never show up.

Xiao Cheng, who was watching the nursing home with him, looked at him teasingly, as if thinking of something evil, so he smiled obscenely and curiously, poked his waist with his elbow and asked, "Didn't you say that As long as this trash is here, you won't appear? Could it be that you also...? Hmm?"

Squinting at him, Jue Ming just said lightly, "Shut up."

Xiao Cheng, who failed to gossip, was not embarrassed by his indifferent attitude, but shrugged helplessly, and then sat silently by the side waiting for dinner.But he didn't give up so easily. What happened to make Jue Ming suddenly let go of his prejudice against Ling Yue? Isn't this a very interesting thing?

This family seems to be getting more and more harmonious, and Baili Tusu still leaves early and returns late.In the afternoon, Ling Yue was still holding a book and reading.But what was more surprising was that Jue Ming would take the initiative to talk to Ling Yue.

Jue Ming, with a stiff and unnatural expression, was holding a secret book of mental techniques that he did not know where to get, and pointed to a point in the book to ask Ling Yue.Ling Yue pondered for a while, and then gave an answer, Jue Ming's slightly frowning eyebrows were immediately smoothed away.The stiffness between the two of them seems to have disappeared without a trace.

Then Ling Yue continued to read, while Jue Ming sat cross-legged under a big tree to adjust his breath, looking peaceful.

This is the result of Xiao Cheng hiding aside and observing for a long time, but he didn't find anything special.I really don't understand why Jue Ming, who has always been indifferent, suddenly let go of his prejudice against Ling Yue, and there doesn't seem to be any rift between the two of them.

After watching for a long time, I still only saw the scene of one person reading a book and one person adjusting breath. Xiao Cheng, who felt bored, decided to go to the street to have some fun.Not long after Xiao Cheng left, Jue Ming glanced at Ling Yue who was still reading with downcast eyes, then got up and walked in front of him.

"How much of the Wu family's swordsmanship do you remember?"

Surprised by Jue Ming's question, Ling Yue raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I want to know, if it were you, the Wu family's swordsmanship would be different." In fact, Jue Ming wanted to fight Ling Yue more, but Ling Yue was in poor health and had no martial arts foundation, so such a fight was meaningless nothing.

Ling Yue felt that it was not suitable. After all, this was a trick of others, but Jue Ming insisted.Silent, just staring at himself so tightly.Ling Yue only felt that he really had nothing to do with this kind of stubborn junior. According to his age, he was a few years older than them, but now he had to constantly compromise.

Sighing slightly, Ling Yue could only stand up and take his sword.The simple and not gorgeous moves are a little less harsh and more peaceful. The sword that should have awe-inspiring sword spirit seems to be extraordinarily easy-going.

As if feeling something, Jue Ming casually picked up a branch from the ground and waved it beside him.

So when Baili Tusu walked in from the main entrance, he saw such a harmonious scene: Ling Yue held up a sword that he hadn't touched for a long time and waved it in the courtyard, and Jue Ming was at the side as if it was a companion. Very dazzling.

That's right, to Baili Tusu, this scene felt nothing but dazzling.He had tried many ways to get his brother to let go of the hurdles in his heart and pick up the sword again, but they always failed, because the brother knew that even if he picked up the sword, it was just an embroidered pillow--fancy but not useful.

This may be regarded as a blow to Lingyue, so Baili Tusu tried his best to avoid talking about it, but now his senior brother broke the so-called persistence for a person who was just a stranger to them.

Brother...

Brother...

Clutching his heart, Baili Tusu only felt a dull pain in his heart, the only softness in his heart seemed to be pricked severely with a needle, and his whole body was almost convulsed by the pain.The clenched fist was loosened again, he took two steps back, and then walked away.

Ling Yue, who seemed to have sensed something, stopped and glanced towards the door, but saw nothing.

Maybe it's just an illusion...

In the middle of the night, the house was silent.Suddenly there were some slight noises, and Ling Yue, who was already in a light sleep, opened his eyes quietly.Putting on a robe casually, he opened the door, and then a mass of black unknown object crashed in through the door and directly threw itself on Ling Yue.

With a stagger, Ling Yue was pressed to the ground before he could react, and suddenly a smell of alcohol came over his face.