After the Master's reinstatement

This time Yu Yan knew that he couldn't escape, even with wings.

But fortunately, although the prison robbery time was brought forward by two days, the overall result is not bad——

Before being escorted to the mansion, he listened to the foreign exchange report from the disciples who came to support him that most of the disciples of Buzhou Palace had escaped from the water prison, and a large number of disciples in the mansion fainted after inhaling poisonous fumes, and the decent people rushed out of the city , please come to detoxify the old "Buddha's hand rejuvenation" who lives in seclusion in the suburbs.

Yu Yan's eyes were blindfolded, but his mouth was still sharp. When he learned about this, he felt very happy for a moment, so he told the truth.

"What about this poison, it's useless for you to invite the old man. I was worried that I would accidentally injure innocent people, so I specially prepared this "choosy" powder for Guimeng. The higher the internal strength, the faster and longer the coma will be. How about it? Isn't it very noble and chivalrous?"

Facing this "good words to persuade", Fang Yuan outside the car only took it as a provocation, and flew into a rage, cursing back: "You will do evil things, shameless!"

"That's right, with the integrity of your alliance, you wouldn't ask a shameless person for the antidote, right?"

"you--"

In fact, after four or five days, they can wake up without any antidote, Yu Yan is just teasing them.

Strictly speaking, he just wanted to see how Shang Yingqiu would react.

Will he be angry, contemptuous, reveal his true colors, or remain calm and normal as before when the swords were facing each other?

After he got into the car, his eyes were bound by long silk strips. He didn't say a word about the unnecessary actions of the Wulin League, so what if he couldn't see.

No matter how deep the tiger's den is, he has figured it out.

Here, there is nothing he is not familiar with.

"Be careful of the steps, here please."

Out of the chaotic line of sight, the light and shadows of countless torches at the door are connected into floating spots of light, like a bright galaxy.

Yu Yan guessed that these people dared to watch the excitement, but for some reason, none of the people holding the torches made a sound. Under this almost eerie silence, he stepped into the gate of the mansion.

When people can't see it, the perception of the whole body will be particularly keen.

Shang Yingqiu helped him get out of the car, held his arm all the way, that force led him steadily through the night, the fragrance of October cinnamon, and finally walked down the stairs.

Yu Yan memorized the location and the number of steps along the way, estimating where he was now.

"Godfather, sit down."

Shadow stopped at the edge of the bed and slowly untied the silk handkerchief.

The distance of less than five feet spans ten years of each other's time.

Under the bright shadow of red candles, the young man in front of him was trapped in the shadows, as if in a dream, his slender eyelashes trembled slightly in the afterglow of the twilight. melted.

The interior is bright. From the perspective of the dungeon itself, it can be called a luxury. The bed and bedding are brand new, smoked with sandalwood, and the tables and chairs are fully furnished.

Just when he thought Shang Yingqiu was going to confront him like this forever, the young man finally opened his mouth.

"You are tired, I will heal your injuries first."

Yu Yan came in a hurry, the clothes hanging on his body were torn from the street, after a fight, he was already in a mess.

The worst thing was that I couldn't find shoes in a hurry, and the soles of my feet were burnt to bloody flesh, which was inhumane contrast with the thin skin and slightly visible blood vessels on the insteps.

The young man went out for a while, and when he came back, he brought hot water and gold sore medicine. He knelt down silently, as if he was going to wait on him.

Yu Yan's thin lips were as cold as ice, and he regarded this kindness as rubbish: "...fuck me as far as I can!"

If it wasn't enough, he added another sonorous sentence with stern eyebrows: "If you want to kill or cut, it's up to you, don't be hypocritical here."

...Although right now, he really needs hot water to wash his body, change his clothes, clean his hands, and have a comfortable meal.

Later it was brought in and placed in a food box a few feet away from him. Yu Yan successively smelled the smell of crispy eight-treasure duck, fried lamb with green onions, pan-fried yellow croaker and fragrant rice.

There was also the constant aroma coming out of the teapot—clear and sweet, he knew it was brewed with the tea cakes sent by West Lake Shibawu a few days ago when he smelled it.

However, now "I" will meet the young self ten years later, so I need to be careful in every word and deed.

He has no choice but to treat young people with indifference, disgust, and the greatest malice.

Otherwise, it doesn't fit his current situation at all.

But it was too difficult for him to express malice to hurt such a kind and considerate young man, he couldn't say it.

If you can't say it, you can only rely on doing it.

Yu Yan's hands and feet were bound by shackles, but there was still some room for movement. He secretly held back his reluctance, and kicked all the copper basin food boxes to the ground.

His original intention was only to provoke, and he never considered that Shang Yingqiu would be unable to dodge it with his skill. Who knows if the other party will dodge or not, he would be splashed with water on the head.

"You—" Yu Yan was stunned.

Why don't you hide?Where was the ferocity and sharpness of the hounds when he was chasing him just now?

Drops of water slid down the young man's cheeks, dripping into his collar.

He offended softly, took advantage of the emptiness, instead caught Yu Yan's most injured foot, and wiped off the blood on it with a handkerchief.

"You should not be angry with your body. The injury on your feet will be aggravated by the tide and water."

No, Yu Yan thought furiously, do you think I don't know.

"...You don't need to worry about it."

Shang Yingqiu said softly: "The situation was urgent just now, and I offended you for a while, so you should be angry."

"........."

"It's not my intention to fight swords, but I want to see you again no matter what, so it's a bad plan."

The young man looked at him with wet eyelashes, and even his pupils showed signs of moisture.

"This time, I won't win by force. You have to cure it earlier, so that you can compete fairly in the future."

This reason seems to make sense.

In the righteous martial arts, it is very important to win with integrity, especially for the leader of the alliance.

The young man's healing technique can be described as meticulous, but he was too careful, forcing Yu Yan to stare at a gap on one side of the wall the whole time, trying his best to hold back that unbearable impulse.

If the eyes can gouge a wall, the gaps can probably be pierced on the spot.

Being afraid of tickle is a very private matter, so private that Yu Yan himself didn't know it, so he would be afraid.

It's so strange, the soles of the feet, the palms of the hands, which are usually the most laborious and rough places, can resist tons of pain, but can't stand a little gentle force.

The action of applying the medicine suddenly stopped, Shang Yingqiu: "...Master?"

He has already started very lightly, but Master still clasped his toes tightly throughout the whole process, as if he was enduring something with great perseverance, and there were a few looming blue veins stretched out on the back of his feet.

The long hair scattered casually covered most of the abnormality of the master, and only a little bit of red ear tips were exposed.

He knew it was definitely not because of pain... Master would not show such weakness to him.

"Are you ticklish? Is my movement too light?"

Shang Yingqiu likes to be straightforward in everything he does, including talking.

Yu Yan was so annoyed at being asked this time: "Get out after wiping, what else are you looking at!"

It's nothing to be glanced at.

These days can be regarded as facing each other day and night, holding hands and feeding them, and looking at them is nothing.

But once a person's identity changes, some things will be different—yes, it's like the mud leg has become the emperor, can he still tolerate the jokes of his subordinates when he is in trouble?

One reason.

Being confronted with bad words, no matter how hot your face is, you won't be able to stick a cold ass for long, let alone a person with some status, but Shang Yingqiu answered this angry word seriously.

"I'm looking at my godfather, is it still the same as in my memory? Before today, I often think about you and think about this question."

"..."

"It's great to see you now."

Yu Yan was dumbfounded for a moment, what would he be like in other people's memory?

This is a really boring question.

Later, he rested his head on his arm and couldn't sleep, thinking about it all night.

If this accident is not counted, since he took charge of Zhou Palace, he has made steady progress.

In the eyes of his disciples, he is mostly handsome and mighty, with an extraordinary appearance.

...with one exception.

Later, Yu Yan somewhat recalled the situation at that time.

After the near miss, people's mentality will change for a short time. He thought that the incense was put by Atang, and for the first time, he walked out of the palace holding the young man's hand to show his favor.

He remembered that on the way down the mountain, far away, there was a young man running up from the bottom of the mountain in embarrassment.

Yu Yan felt strange, so he glanced over, and the hand in his palm immediately trembled nervously.

But at the time, I didn't notice this detail.

Because the young man was running too fast, his breathing was completely disordered, his thin chest heaved up and down violently, as if he would be out of breath in the next moment.

The hair on the forehead was dripping with sweat, and the bony back under the clothes had been soaked into conspicuous marks.

Yu Yan frowned, the door was very important, how could he run around like this, it was simply inappropriate.

Is it because the elders didn't teach etiquette?

The successor he wants not only needs to be excellent in martial arts and character, but also needs to be calm when Mount Tai collapses in front of him.

The guard beside him stopped the boy first.

"When you see the Young Palace Master, why don't you be polite!"

Facing the guard's questioning, Shang Yingqiu didn't seem to hear it at all. His eyes were fixed on Yu Yan's hand holding A Tang. His chest, which was heaving one moment, stopped beating in the next moment.

It was obvious that he was sweating profusely from the heat, but there was already a coolness in his eyes.

Yu Yan put his backhand on his forehead, facing the top of the dark wall, heaved a long sigh.

... In Shang Yingqiu's eyes, he must have been very bad at the time, maybe a little stupid.

But what about the past?

What needs to be troubled now is not the past, but the current situation.

This place is different from the water dungeon, except for Shang Yingqiu's confidants, no one else can enter, so it is considered a safe place.

He originally thought that Shang Yingqiu would force him to tell the solution to the drug.

But from the beginning to the end, he didn't mention it. What does this mean?Is he satisfied with the miraculous doctor's chest, or does he want to be soft, and wants to attack his heart first?

In short, this was completely different from what he had envisioned.

The winner is the king, and to be a king, one should show the attitude one should have. As long as Shang Yingqiu shows enough...or even if it is not malicious, the countermeasures he has rehearsed countless times in his mind will be available. land.

He is fully prepared to deal with hostility, no matter who it is, to break the strong with the strong, and to hit the stone with the stone.

But no, he couldn't see any evil in Shang Yingqiu's eyes.

If it is bad, it can break the deadlock...

Then he can only continue to be bad.