It turns out that you are undefeated in the East

Early the next morning, Dongfang turned to wake up, rubbing his face against the soft pillow, enjoying a rare relaxation.He lay half prone on the pillow and watched the gray light shine into the room through the crack of the window, and it took him a long time to get up.

The curtains were opened wide, and yesterday's astonishing interior layout came into view more clearly. He suppressed the turmoil in his heart and looked out through the transparent window.The half-dewed soup pool is surrounded by clouds and smoke, and weapons racks are placed beside the clean field not far away, and in the distance is the gray convex forest outside the wall.

Immediately he became interested, he jumped down on tiptoe, and arrived at the martial arts field with one ups and downs.He raised his left hand, turned his wrist, and turned the red-tasseled gun on the left frame to his right hand.Immediately, he withdrew his right foot and swung half a lunge. The muscles in his right arm drove his wrist to exert force.

Warming up a bit, Dongfang raised his smile, stretched his thighs, turned his left and right feet, turned his horse back and let out a dragon chant, jumped on tiptoe, pushed out the gun barrel, and retracted without waiting.A red-tasseled gun is played fiercely and windily, as powerful as a feather, like a dragon crossing the border to overwhelm and intimidate people without hurting them.

When waiting to receive it, he picked up a long whip with the end of a gun. The body of the whip was dyed red, and the buckle was inlaid with pigeon blood stones.He fiddled with it for a while, put the buttoned glove on his palm, and flicked it up. The body of the whip drew a beautiful arc, and the archery target standing beside it swayed and fell down.The interest in his eyes grew stronger, and he felt good...

Mo Wuming got up late today, and was a little excited yesterday. Seeing that Brother Fang had so much to talk about, he really chatted for a long time.He woke up yawning, and when he woke up, he jumped off the bed and cleaned his face carefully.He opened the closet to pick and choose, and picked out a royal blue wide-sleeve moiré cardigan. His hair was sparse and meticulous, and he looked left and right in the mirror.

Half an hour passed before he knew it, and Mo Wuming finally wore a white narrow-sleeved cloud-pattern brocade robe, half-combed hair, and a white jade cloud-pattern hairpin sent by Dongfang, feeling handsome and romantic.

He walked to the small door and gently pushed the door, it was indeed locked, Mo Wuming's eyes flashed with regret.

Fu straightened his clothes again, and knocked on the door three times in a very gentlemanly manner.

Not long after, he tentatively called, "Brother Fang?" Still no one answered.

"!" Didn't it disappear again?

"Brother Fang, Brother Fang, are you there?"

"Brother Fang?"

"Fang Mian!"

……

Dongfang changed his sword, his mind was running, and he waved his sword to take a picture. Zhengwu was having a good time, and he vaguely heard Mo Wuming's shout.He put away his sword and listened carefully, as expected, with anxiety and anger, he called him by his former name.

He frowned, pursed his thin lips, and felt displeased.Even when he was the deputy leader, he seldom concealed his displeasure, let alone since he became the leader of the Sun Moon Sect since his martial arts prospered, who would dare to give him any displeasure.

He raised his hand and threw away the epee in his hand, and then the epee was nailed to the tree trunk outside the arena together with the target behind him.

Dongfang raised his breath and arrived outside Demo Wuming's window in an instant.This window is really fragile, he frowned and decided to give him a chance to explain.

People disappeared again.Realizing this, Mo Wuming's mind was in a daze, his expression was ferocious and changeable, and he had so many thoughts turning over and over again, there was no conclusion.

Suddenly, the crisp knock sounded in the quiet room, breaking his imaginary world.Mo Wuming turned around and ran to the window, and opened the curtains, Dongfang unexpectedly appeared outside the window? !

Mo Wuming ran up and pushed open the curtain: "Hey, Brother Fang, why did you fly away again?"

Dongfang only thought it strange that Mo Wuming was bold and straightforward at first, but later he felt more and more that he was not simple and straightforward, he was just simple.Doesn't he jump out of the way and wait for the window to slap him in the face?

Dongfang retreated to the tree behind him, saw the window open, and flew in again.Looking at the look in Mo Wuming's eyes, he couldn't explain it. He felt that perhaps he shouldn't be too harsh on Brother Mo. This person really doesn't look very smart.

He suppressed his anger, but his tone was still displeased: "Why are you calling me and Ben like that?"

"Heh, ha, I said I didn't do it on purpose, and I was wrong, do you believe me?"

Dongfang frowned even tighter, and looked at him with dissatisfaction.

Mo Wuming let out a long sigh, and said discouragedly, "I thought you disappeared without a word."

He complained, "And I don't even know where to find you."

Dongfang was stunned, speechless for a moment, then said for a while, "I left a note for you."

Speaking of this, Mo Wuming got excited, and he was quite unreasonable. He counted one by one: "At the beginning, when Zhangshan Village was leaving, I dismissed Zhang Matchmaker with a few words, and when I turned around You disappeared, and I prepared a lot of dry food and didn't give it out."

"Besides, when I was in Luoyang City, I took care of you for one night, and you disappeared the next day. Well, I thought you left directly, and there were sequelae. You also said to stay for five days, but I accepted the appointment on the third day I didn’t see anyone when I came back. It was dark at night, so I didn’t see the two words until the next day.”

"Let's talk about the past two years. I'll deliver letters back and forth to you. Either you don't reply to me, or the day lily will be dried out in two or three months."

"If you haven't told me where you live, I can't even find it. You say you..."

East:"……"

He stared at Mo Wuming with a dull face, who gave you the courage to question me like this!

"Well, your eyes are still so cruel, do you want to break up with me, don't you?" Mo Wuming asked him coquettishly.

"...No." He was more speechless and indescribable. Do you still remember that you are a mature and steady owner of a village? "Why do you care so much about this?"

You control me, of course you want to do whatever you want.Mo Wuming ignored Dongfang's eyes, and only asked, "Then you want to tell me where your home is?"

"...Yes, Riyue Town, Dingzhou, Hebei, um, Riyue Villa." He went back and asked the congregation to hang a sign.

"In addition, the surname is Dongfang." Don't call him Brother Fang anymore.

Dongfang noticed that Mo Wuming's expression on him suddenly became strange, and he was puzzled, "Why do you look at me like this?"

Hehe, Mo Wuming thinks he needs to be quiet, Hebei, Riyue Town?Sun Moon Villa, Sun Moon Cloth Villa, Dongfang?Is that what he thinks?

Could it be that 'Swordsman' is not what he thought, and has nothing to do with him?These years of civilian life had nothing to do with the world, and he gradually forgot about it.

"Brother Mo?"

"Okay, I didn't expect you to lie to me about your surname. It's not without reason that I was so anxious and angry before." Mo Wuming tried to change the subject, he needed to think about it.

The East is speechless, not deceitful but unspeakable.

Mo Wuming cheered up and asked, "Brother Fang, it's not Dongfang. Where did you go this morning?"

"Next, the martial arts arena."

Mo Wuming looked over with Dongfang's gaze. The peach trees outside were bare. When the spring season comes, this man is practicing martial arts under the trees, accompanied by the peach blossoms. It must be a beautiful scene. It is the picture he had imagined.

"Then are you going to take a shower? Just go down and have breakfast in a while."

Dongfang nodded, yes.He went back to his room, took his clothes and went into the clean room.At the same time, he wondered why Mo Wuming changed like that?

After the people left, Mo Wuming sat down on the balcony, let out a breath, and looked out of the window with his eyes out of focus.

That's right, he almost forgot what the East looked like at first.At that time, he was dressed in Tsing Yi, his martial arts were similar to his now, he was seriously injured, he personally washed his clothes and changed his dressing, he was just a handsome and heroic ordinary young man.

When Luoyang Cheng met, Dongfang was poisoned with that dirty drug again, the corners of his eyes and brows were full of charm, and he never thought about his changes.A big man, how can his skin become more delicate and fair, and the lines on his face become softer.

The longing over the years has already changed in nature. I saw him again yesterday, and I miss him so much. I only feel that his red dress is dazzling and scorching.

Mo Wuming covered his head, feeling indescribable.I thought that I was walking on the road of farming and doing business to make a fortune, so I suddenly added elements of the world to him; I thought I was just chasing someone who might not be so ordinary, and had a pure love. Is it a paper man, or is Dongfang Invincible...

This person passed away from the palace, or within a few years after he knew him, if it had been earlier, maybe not.Mo Wuming covered his eyes, it was impossible.

This person will die later, a miserable and ridiculous death.Mo Wuming slid his teeth up and down, he didn't want to, didn't want him to have such an ending.

He leaned back on the cushion, looked at the bare and embarrassing branches outside the window, and tried to find his original intention from the complicated thoughts.

The small door creaked, and Mo Wuming turned his head to look. He was holding the doorknob with a white hand, his black eyes were dazzled by the water vapor after bathing, and he was wearing a blue round-neck robe with wide sleeves.

Mo Wuming got up to meet him, he thought, red would be more suitable for him.

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