Brother's sweet talk

A few days later, in the evening, the two passed by Yong'an Town again. It was only more than ten days later, but there was an indescribable change in the mood of the two.

The same inn, still the same waiter, but changed to the upper room, after dinner, Murong Wuzheng whispered some instructions to the waiter, while Long Yan was sorting the packages, listening clearly.

After a while, a big wooden bucket was carried into the room, filled with hot water, Murong Wuzheng swished his sleeve with his left hand, and went to test the temperature of the water with his right.

Xiao Er, who only listened, took the reward and left happily, Murong Wuzheng closed the door and window, and walked towards him at a leisurely pace.

Long Yan unwrapped the package and continued to organize, pretending that he didn't see anything and didn't know anything.

"Junior brother," Murong Wuzheng smiled like a spring breeze and was slightly intoxicated. He slowly hugged Long Yan's waist with his hands from behind, and his slender fingers flexibly untied his belt. He said half-jokingly, "Senior brother is waiting for you." Shower and change?"

Long Yan's whole body tightened, then he turned around and hugged Murong Wuzheng, and kissed the slightly raised thin lips.

He was so impatient and excited, Murong Wuzheng was a little hard to deal with, so he followed his back soothingly, this method really worked, Long Yan's mood gradually stabilized, and he began to gently kiss the man's lips .

"The water is getting cold," Murong Wuzheng reminded kindly.

The clothes are all gone.

The two sat in a huge wooden barrel, their eyes facing each other.

Murong Wuzheng approached with a smile, his eyes were like the gloomy lake water rippling under the spring sun, one couldn't help but soak in it.

The loose long hair, like a piece of brocade, was unscrupulously spread on the flawless jade.

Murong Wuzheng tied a lock of Long Yan's long hair and tied it with his own, and said with a smile, "It is said that marrying hair is a husband and wife, little brother, from now on you and I will be a loving couple for the rest of our lives."

Long Yan grabbed Murong Wuzheng's shoulders with his strong hands, pressed him to his chest, feeling his rapidly changing heartbeat.

Murong Wuzheng lowered his fingers, gently held a certain place, and skillfully waited on him. Long Yan was indeed extremely jerky, and he gave up his weapon and surrendered in a short while.

Murong Wuzheng chuckled in a low voice beside his ear, Long Yan's face immediately burned up, red up to the ears, his expression was ashamed and angry.

"Don't be shy," Murong Wuzheng kissed his ear, "Junior Brother is so jerky, Senior Brother likes you even more." Fingers went around the back, went down, and pressed in on a certain place.

"!!"

Long Yan yanked away his hand like a lightning bolt, then pressed down on the man like a tiger, and said extremely resolutely, "I want to be on top."

So, what happened next:

"Junior Brother, Junior Brother, no, no, ah..."

"Junior brother, you, you slow down, you, uh..."

……

At dawn the next day, Murong Wuzheng rubbed his sore waist, his face was slightly gloomy.

Long Yan saw that his complexion was not good, so he said, "If you can't stand it, then go on your way tomorrow."

Murong Wuzheng waved his hands, "No need, let's hurry back to the villa as soon as possible."

White Deer Villa, Jingyin Pavilion.

The cold wind howled, Jiang Tan still stood with his hands behind his back and looked out the window, but the bare tree trunk was covered with white snow, and he could no longer see his true face, he murmured, "He is really... dead..."

"This disciple is incompetent and ashamed of Master and Junior Brother." Murong Wuzheng's eyes were full of pain, "By the time Junior Brother Long Yan and I arrived, Grandma Ji had been dead for a long time, and the sightless and withered man waiting beside her The corpse should be Wang Yaoer, the ghost doctor who has retired for many years."

"I can't blame you at this time," Jiang Tan shook his head helplessly, as if he had aged a lot in an instant, and asked powerlessly, "It can be seen who killed Grandma Ji?"

Murong Wuzheng pondered, "Grandma Ji was shot from the back by a spiral flying knife, directly piercing through her chest, her heart and lungs were strangled to death, such a vicious weapon, except for Sikong Yu, the right protector of the Demon Sect, Wuzheng can't believe it." I can't think of a second person, but this demon sect has faded out of the world for many years, and Sikong Yu has seldom shown up, so killing Grandma Ji this time is really puzzling."

Jiang Tan clenched his fists, "It can only mean that the person who killed Grandma Ji was the one who poisoned Nie'er."

"Master, you mean that Sikong Yu sent a bone-biting incense to Junior Brother Nie, and he was afraid that we would go to the Valley of the Medicine King to find the antidote, so he cruelly killed Grandma Ji?" Murong Wuzheng frowned. What exactly is Sikong Yu's purpose?"

"No matter what his purpose is," Jiang Tan exudes a strong aura of prey, his eyes are like hellfire, wishing to burn up the cold winter snow, "I will definitely pay him back!"

Five days later, Nie Yuan raised his sword and killed himself because he could no longer bear the torture of Bone Biting Fragrance.

White Deer Villa announced to the outside world that the new owner Nie Yuan tragically died at the hands of Sikong Yu, a demon sect, and issued an order to hunt him down.

White Deer Villa re-established canon rules, with eradicating the demon religion as its top priority.

As the year approached, Jiang Tan fell ill, and Murong Wuzheng was obliged to take up the post of temporary farm owner.

Jiang Tan's health deteriorated day by day, and all his expectations fell on Murong Wuzheng. He lay on the bed, looking at the snow outside the window, with a sad expression, "Wuzheng, Master knows that you are indifferent to fame and fortune, and don't pay attention to worldly things. But I can only entrust this White Deer Villa to you. Jiangliu swordsmanship is only passed on to you as a teacher for a lifetime. I hope you can carry forward the White Deer Villa and cultivate it when you meet a suitable candidate..."

Murong Wuzheng had tears in his eyes, and his voice was a little choked up, "Wuzheng will definitely live up to Master's entrustment."

"Also..." Jiang Tan trembled all over, "You have to take revenge on Junior Brother Nie."

"Wu Zheng must seek justice from the Demon Cult!"

Jiang Tan smiled, then he had nothing to worry about.

The breeze gently opened the door, and a bright light spread down. I saw a young man in white, with a light figure and long hair like satin, walking slowly against the light. The man's skin was as white as jade, his eyebrows were picturesque, and he was mischievous. He smiled and said, "Hero Jiang, I'm here to see you. How have you been doing these years?"

"Not good," Jiang Tan burst into tears, resentful and remorseful, "Back then you were angry at me for putting too much emphasis on fame and wealth, so you said in a fit of anger that you wanted to marry the most beautiful woman in the world. I almost went crazy and ruined that woman's appearance. Gouging out her eyes, I thought you would change your mind, but unexpectedly, you hated me for this, and retired to the world with that woman, and never asked about worldly affairs... I have lived in pain all these years. Originally, I had hoped that I would see you again in my lifetime, but... I never expected that you would leave heartily more than 30 years ago."

The young man said aggrievedly, "I haven't had a good life these years. I can't hear or see in the dark every day, but I know clearly in my heart that I have been thinking about you all the time. I am thinking about you like crazy. I want to see you but I can't see you. You are even more cruel and never visit me once."

Jiang Tan choked up and said, "I'm ashamed to see you."

The young man stroked Jiang Tan's white hair and sighed, "You hero, in your life, you pursued too many things and forgot what you cared about most. You really did more bad things than good things. "

Jiang Tan grabbed his hand tightly, "I understood it a long time ago, but it was too late. The person I love the most is you, and the person I am most sorry for is you. Now that you are no longer alive, I have no reason to live anymore. La."

……

"Master, master, what kind of medicine? Do you want Wuzheng to decoct the medicine? Master?" Murong Wuzheng called out softly, only to see a cloudy tear slip from the corner of Jiang Tan's wrinkled eyes and soak into the white deer embroidery Between the pillows, there was no sound.

Murong Wuzheng personally presided over the funeral of the owner of the village, Jiang Tan, and treated all the people in the world who came to express his condolences with courtesy, neither humble nor overbearing, and his conversation was extraordinary, which made people admire.

Everyone in the world knows that the new owner of Bailu Villa is Murong Wuzheng, a famous hero of benevolence and righteousness.

The winter is thin and snowy outside, and the house is as warm as spring.

"You have finally got your wish." The candle shadow flickered, red tears drooping, Long Yan stared at the person below him with flushed cheeks and misty eyes, indescribably innocent, endlessly romantic, really, love again Hate again.

Murong Wuzheng smiled slightly, and put his arms around Long Yan's shoulders, "It's just the beginning, but you have to believe in my junior brother, the unification of the rivers and lakes is just around the corner, and I will never treat you badly on that day."

"Who cares." Long Yan bit the man's shoulder fiercely, "I would rather you have nothing but see me."

If that day really comes, I'm afraid you won't say that, Murong Wuzheng sighed in his heart, recalling the history of humiliation when he was young, every stroke was engraved on the tip of his heart like a brand, and he couldn't eat it. With nothing to cover his body, he was cast aside and stared at everywhere, and he lived like a street mouse every day. At that time, he secretly swore that one day he would become a superior person, respected and loved by others, power, money , fame, beauty, nothing less!

"What are you thinking about?" Long Yan obviously felt that he was absent-minded, and pinched his chin to make him look at himself.

Murong Wuzheng's eyes returned to the face of the young man in front of him, he quietly examined it, as if he was looking at a rare treasure, and finally smiled triumphantly, "Beauty."

Long Yan couldn't understand his frivolous appearance, so he leaned forward fiercely, "Don't call me that." He attacked the city punitively.

Murong Wuzheng was like a leaf caught in a violent wind and waves, submerged in the vast tide, not knowing when it will be.

After officially becoming the owner of the villa, Murong Wuzheng built a new courtyard in the quiet Yunhejian. This place is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and is surrounded by hedges to form a small courtyard. Steady yet dignified, it is a reflection of the owner's preference for quietness and self-cultivation. Several rows of green bamboos are planted along the wall, and the three small houses inside are hidden in the shadow of green bamboos. A gravel path leads directly to the house. The furnishings are simple, yet neat and elegant.

It was chosen here, on the one hand, to avoid being disturbed when practicing with the Blood Soul Shuangluo, and on the other hand, to have more opportunities to be alone with Long Yan in private. As for the image of the owner of the villa, the owner of Murong Village can be said to have considered everything thoroughly.

The Chinese New Year is approaching day by day, White Deer Villa has started to take care of itself, and the depressive atmosphere of the previous period has also been relieved. Many disciples took leave to go home for the New Year. As for those helpless people who grew up in White Deer Villa, Then stay in the villa to spend the New Year with the owner.

A large group of guards came from the Yangzhou Bodyguard Bureau to take the young master Xu Fanyin home for the New Year. Before leaving, Xu Fanyin dismissed the guards and ran to Yunhe to live alone.

In the room, Murong Wuzheng was concentrating on painting, Xu Fanyin looked at his side face sprinkled with soft light, handsome eyebrows, straight nose, thin lips smiling, dressed in plain clothes, as white as snow, with gorgeous hair spreading all over his shoulders , worthy of elegance and dignity.

He was really blind, that's when he thought Nie Yuan was more handsome.

Aggrieved and called out, "Senior Brother."

Murong Wuzheng turned around and seemed a little surprised to see him, but then put down the pen and ink in his hand and smiled gently, "Little Junior Brother, why are you here? Why is there such an expression, but who bullied you?"

Hearing his gentle tone, Xu Fanyin still cared so much about herself, she felt a little better, she pouted her small mouth, her big eyes were watery, "Master... the owner."

"Come in quickly, your nose is red from the cold." Murong Wuzheng pulled him into the room and stroked his soft hair, "Even if senior brother becomes the owner of the villa, he is still your senior brother, little boy What is the younger brother doing so indifferently?"

Xu Fanyin did not dare to look at him, and hesitated for a while before taking out a full moon-shaped jade pendant from his bosom. This jade is green and transparent, and it feels warm and pleasant to the touch. On the back, "When the moon is half bright" Four characters, and the front is carved with a complicated and fine Fu pattern embroidered with Lin pictures. At a glance, you can tell that this jade pendant is extremely precious.Xu Fanyin lowered his head and handed the jade pendant to Murong Wuzheng, "I'd better return this to you."

Murong Wuzheng frowned slightly, and did not take the jade pendant, but said, "Since this jade has been given to my junior brother, there is absolutely no reason to take it back. If you don't like it or want to use it to break up your friendship with me, then you can use it." Throw this jade away."