stealing from you

The day Nie Tianxing got his wish and competed with Mo Wen was at the end of November, and it was snowing heavily.

In the middle of the platform, the two men met in close combat. A hundred meters away, Lian Sheng held an umbrella and watched Mo Wen's black swallow-like figure shuttle through the white snow. his chest.

Nie Tianxing was so shocked that he vomited blood and knelt down on one knee. His sword was stuck in the snow obliquely in front of him. The shiny sword body was dimmed in the gray sky.

"I lost." Nie Tianxing stood up holding his chest.

Mo Wen didn't say anything, turned around and left.

Lian Sheng went over with an umbrella and propped it on Nie Tianxing's head, "Brother Nie, are you alright?"

"Of course something happened." Nie Tianxing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, coughed a few times, "His breastbone is going to be smashed, mother, don't put any water."

Lian Sheng pursed his lips, a little snow accumulated on the umbrella.

Nie Tianxing straightened up, using his sword as a crutch, "I'm leaving, will Xiao Lian miss me?"

"..." Liansheng was speechless.

Nie Tianxing touched Liansheng's tender face, "Xiao Liansheng, if you go down the mountain, remember to come and play with me."

"Okay." Lian Sheng nodded.

"I heard from Ye Zhou that Xiao Liansheng has a twin sister. If I see it, I will tell her that Xiao Liansheng is here waiting for her." Nie Tianxing said.

Lian Sheng's eyes brightened, "Really? Thank you Brother Nie!"

Nie Tianxing sat cross-legged, adjusted his breath for a while, then drew his sword and walked to the edge of the platform, "Xiao Liansheng, I'm leaving."

"There will be a period later." Lian Sheng said.

"Mountains and rivers meet each other." After saying that, Nie Tianxing jumped off the cliff and disappeared into the thin snow and clouds.

The hand holding the umbrella was a little sore, so Liansheng simply closed the umbrella and let the snowflakes fall on his body.

Ye Zhou was standing right behind Lian Sheng, his eyes reflected the helpless, thin and stubborn boy in the snow.

Mo Wen was next to Ye Zhou, it was rare for him to take the initiative to speak: "He looks like a person."

"That's right, senior brother thinks so too." Ye Zhou narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Mo Wen stared at Ye Zhou: "I know what you want to do."

"Well, I don't intend to hide it either."

"Zizhen mentioned in the letter that the thief ghost has returned to the rivers and lakes, who do you think he will be?"

"Anyone is fine." After Ye Zhou finished speaking, he walked towards Liansheng, brought him back to his senses after being frozen in the snow, and after talking to him, the two walked side by side and left together.

Mo Wen stood upright in the snow, like a statue, fused with the cold snow.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Suddenly, Mo Wen coughed violently, and even knelt down on the ground with his hands propped on the ground, little drops of blood seeped into the snow, and red flowers bloomed.

Running out of time?

Mo Wen held back his cough, held back the colic in his heart, he still couldn't let it go...he couldn't let it go...his eyes went dark, and he fell down on the snow

"Sect Master!" Mr. Qin who came to deliver the umbrella was shocked.

Mo Wen was helped up by Elder Qin, his face was paler than snow, and the words he spoke were even weaker: "Don't tell others... This is, this is an order..." Before he finished speaking, he passed out.

"... Sect Master? Sect Master!"

Elder Qin's call echoed on the top of Wanhe Mountain for a long time.

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"Ah!" Lian Sheng sneezed.

"With an umbrella and don't open it, what do you think, kid?" Ye Zhou patted Liansheng's head with his hand.

Lian Sheng rubbed his nose: "The umbrella is too heavy, it hurts to lift it."

"Umbrella will cry." Ye Zhou laughed.

After drinking tea, Liansheng warmed up, curled up beside the brazier to warm up, and squinted his eyes comfortably, like a lazy cat.

"Tomorrow I will teach you Kung Fu, so you have to get up early." Ye Zhou informed him.

Liansheng hummed, didn't take it seriously, isn't it just learning kung fu, it's right to get up early and stay late at night, and to endure hardships is the only way to become a master!

But Liansheng didn't expect that learning kung fu would be like this... death is like home!

"Ahhhhhhh!" Lian Sheng was hung on the cliff, with a rope tied around his waist and shoulders, white clouds under his feet, and a towering cliff above his head... He was dizzy, his limbs and brain were blown by the wind It was almost numb, and I kept thinking about passing out and passing out!

That bastard Ye Zhou actually kicked him down. This is not the cliff when he went up the mountain, but a mountain named "Shenji Peak" in Wanhe Mountain. The vertical cliff is like a moat. Ye Zhou said that this place is suitable for learning Light work.

As for the ghost, he didn't teach him anything. After kicking him down, he asked Ah Jing to shout and let him climb up.

Liansheng crawled. After climbing for a full hour and a half, he just lifted one leg up, and saw Ye Zhou sitting on a rocking chair, basking in the sun comfortably, and then gave Ah Jing a look.

Ah Jing kicked Lian Sheng down without hesitation.

"..."

Liansheng didn't scream this time, he was already thinking about the tragedy of life and human nature...

The mountain wind was strong and the rope was tight. Liansheng grabbed the rope and walked to the top step by step.

"Let's stop here today." Ye Zhou said leisurely while eating the cake, "Continue tomorrow."

Lian Sheng shook his hand and fell down again.

"..." Ah Jing couldn't help looking at Ye Zhou, the young master must have done it on purpose.

At the end of the day, Liansheng's only words were those miserable screams.

He didn't go to Ye Zhou's room when he was eating, because his hands were clenched tightly to the rope, blood bubbles had already been rubbed out from friction, and he was so bruised that he couldn't hold the bowls and chopsticks at all.

His palms were burning and his feet were sore. Liansheng couldn't fall asleep, so he took out the box under the bed to study, poked the keyhole with a needle, but failed to open it, and then he thought of a way.

A bowl filled with water, with the lock on the box soaked in it, was placed on the air vent.

It was freezing cold, the water was freezing, the lock was taken out, the excess was knocked off, and the keyhole was filled with ice.

Lian Sheng dipped the thin wooden hairpin on the lock of hair and poked it in with water, and with a slight movement, the lock opened with a "click".

"Smart as I am." Liansheng took off the lock, and then opened the box. Inside were a few yellowed books, tattered drawings, and scattered unknown parts.

Pick up the top book, it says "Ghost Walking".

Open it and look, there are awkward words and sentences inside, these are a difficult hurdle for Liansheng who has no serious education.

But there are pictures of black villains in the other books, so it should be read in conjunction with that book.

Liansheng couldn't read the words, but he could understand the pictures. He drew a gourd and walked a few steps, but almost twisted his hips, walking like a catwalk, and turning, what the hell is this?

Tired and sleepy, Liansheng put the things back into the box and stuffed them into the cabinet, wrapped in a quilt, Liansheng quickly fell asleep.

In the dream, the little black men in the picture circled around him, their steps were chaotic, so fast that he couldn't see clearly.

Waking up from the dream, Liansheng found himself kicking the quilt off the bed.

It's a new day and the sun is shining.

Lian Sheng was hung on the cliff of Shenji Peak again, dangling.

It's better not to go up at all, Liansheng thought to himself, but Ye Zhou said that he couldn't climb up within an hour, and he wouldn't give him food.

When his palm touched the rough rope, he felt a sharp pain. Liansheng's feet missed the ground several times, and he was sweating profusely from crawling, and the rope was covered with blood and flesh.

Finally climbed up, Ye Zhou was already eating, and Ah Jing was carefully helping him pick up the fishbone.

Liansheng didn't have the strength to scold her, so he stood up, swayed a bit, and his vision was blurry.

"It's time to eat." Ye Zhou pointed to the bowl of white rice that was about to freeze.

"..." Lian Sheng took a deep breath, turned around, and jumped down with his limbs wide open.

The cold wind was like a knife blade, and Lian Sheng had a cut on his face, he didn't care, and continued to climb up the cliff.

The movements of those little black men emerged in his mind, he jumped up subconsciously, and then jumped around... It seemed to be a little easier, and Liansheng was surprised.

But it was only a little easier, and it still took Liansheng more than an hour to climb up.

Ye Zhou read the book and heard him climbing up, without raising his eyes, he said, "It will snow in the afternoon, and it will be dangerous if you climb slowly."

"Oh." Lian Sheng's voice was hoarse, he screamed so badly yesterday that he still hasn't recovered yet.

Jumping down again, Liansheng had an idea and grabbed the rope halfway, his palms were ripped apart, blood splashed directly on his face and clothes, and he only landed halfway.

Lian Sheng was in a good mood and hummed a little tune. When he saw snowflakes falling from the sky, he was not in a hurry, he could already see the top!

Seeing Lian Sheng coming up so quickly, Ye Zhou couldn't help but glance at him, and then he was taken aback: "You..."

"Huh?" Lian Sheng was untying the rope around his waist, and turned to look at him when he heard the sound.

"It's nothing, it's snowing, let's go back."

"Yeah." Lian Sheng put away the rope and hung it on his shoulder.

Ye Zhou looked at Lian Sheng whose palms were open, and secretly sighed that this child was really cruel to him.