The official match of this seat is not you

Wu Yan looked at the group of old pickles in front of him and was dumbfounded.It's really a beautiful landscape. Five old men with white beards, white eyebrows, white hair and white hair lined up around this small fortune-telling booth. Each of them looked like they were watching a show, which made Wu Yan really want to find a cliff Die die.

Leng Yu's hand holding the pen paused. He obviously felt that these old men were not easy to mess with. Even with all his strength, he couldn't defeat one of them. His pupils shrank slightly, and he had already put his hand on the hilt of his sword.

"Master, so you really came to find a boy from a good family." The elder looked at the cloth banner hanging on the side and the word "God's Fortune" on it, grinned, and scratched his messy hair with his greasy hands , Does he count as a successor?

"Hehe, I just want to raise a child." Wu Yan pulled Leng Yu, who was ready to go, and poked the little boy's stomach with his finger, "A brat with muscles and strength is definitely the one of you guys." The best apprentice candidate for some old pickles who are so boring." Wu Yan really felt sorry for Leng Yu, such a hard-working brat, since his father doesn't care about it, it's not good for him to raise him .He still hopes that Leng Yu will become a powerful person when he has the opportunity, and although these old pickles are not in tune, they are definitely masters.

When Leng Yu saw the old man talking to Wu Yan, he knew that they knew each other, and what kind of leader Wu Yan had become without his knowledge, he felt very uncomfortable. It's human but has to let it out.But when he heard what Wu Yan said to the old men, Leng Yu couldn't help slowing down his mood, and even felt that he was cared and cared about.The sword in his hand was held in his arms again.Since this person himself said to take him away, and he agreed, unless it was betrayal, he would not let the person he cared about let go of him without permission.

A few old men had noticed the young man holding the sword a long time ago. Unlike their leader who was useless in teaching, this young man obviously had martial arts. Although the martial arts were not very high, he could easily kill Wu Yan. Lose.

This group of elders, who have seen too many personnel changes and intrigues, secretly raised their vigilance. Although Wu Yan is a waste of martial arts, it is estimated that few people will be more sincere than him, so they will spare no effort to want it. Pushing Wu Yan to the position of leader, but the eyes of the young man standing next to the leader are clear, but they are no longer without dust, on the contrary, it seems that there are too many managers to see through.

The old men glanced at each other, but couldn't think of any reason to refuse. Mr. Zhang smiled awkwardly at Wu Yan, "Master, you also know that you haven't read the account book for so many days, and you've been running away for several days. Our church is now I don’t have any money, look at this kid who eats too much at a glance, but by then, the teacher probably doesn’t have a few yuan for your snacks.”

"Elder, you didn't even wipe your hands. How many chickens have you eaten? I'll raise this little brat, and I'm sure I won't be able to feed you!" Wu Yan's indisputable words made the elders not know what to say, so they could only Agree to bring Leng Yu back to Gu Zhong to teach him martial arts."

The night is as cool as water, even though it is such a late night in the deep valley of the head teacher of the Sun Worship Church, it is still beautiful.

Leng Yu walked alone in the grass where no one was around, and the cold moonlight shone on him. His mood was indeed calm. It seemed that this kind of peace was rare, but as long as Wu Yan was by his side, even Knowing that Wu Yan is the leader of Sun Worship Sect, the enemy of Tianxiameng, didn't make him feel any different, as if Wu Yan's role as the leader was very reasonable.

The moonlight shone on the man in the darkness, and that dark shadow was trampled under Leng Yu's feet. Leng Yu's face was silent, and he knew that his father would not let him leave Tianxiameng easily. The son of Tianqi, the peace he is destined to get can only be short-lived.

The man in the darkness came out from the cover of the bushes, wearing a black robe, his face covered by a black square scarf.

"Young master, the lord ordered you to go deep into the Devil's Cult and inquire about the news." The man knelt on the ground, and the voice covered by the scarf reached Leng Yu's ears, and it was muffled. Leng Yu frowned like a piece of rough sand raised eyebrows.

Leng Yu stared at the man in black in front of him, as if he wanted to see through the man's body and soul, his eyes with evil spirit made no one think that this was possessed by a teenager.

The pale moonlight shone on Leng Yu's face, bringing out bright and dark shadows, and the sharp sword in his hand drew a thin trace on the grass, proving the waves in his heart.Sure enough, he was just a convenient tool for that father, and he found that now he didn't feel any heartache for the truth.

"Okay, go back and tell your father, Leng Yu obeys." Leng Yu looked up at the room not far away that was still lit, it belonged to Wu Yan, but from now on it would be the two of them.

"Young master, my lord asked my subordinates to bring you a sentence." The man kneeling on the ground looked at Leng Yu's back, and his voice was slightly cold, "No matter how far the kite flies, the string is still in the master's hands."

A ray of moonlight hit the silver sword, and the sharp edge of the sword cut off a strand of hair from the man in black, and the hair fell to the ground limply, lifeless.

Leng Yu's sword pointed at the man's brow, and his pitch-black eyes were burning with flames, but in the end he could only let out a sigh of relief, "Get out!", and the man in black disappeared instantly before his eyes.

"Hehe..." Leng Yu was buried in the darkness, and let out a cold laugh, "If the string is broken, the kite will not be controlled, but I don't know if the kite will break the hand of the stringer."

Ever since Wu Yan brought Leng Yu back, the devils and female devils in the valley were horrified to find that their leader had started to work hard.

The retired female devil aunt who carefully cut the branches with golden scissors said, is this the prelude to the sun coming out from the west?

The ex-murderer, who was throwing a spoon in the kitchen, saw the leader who was walking in the yard, and immediately ran back to see if the big rooster behind his kitchen had laid eggs.

Mr. Zhang, who was eating chicken legs with a mouth full of oil, directly pulled off a handful of his beard.

Even the rice cake who was out for a walk on the tree dropped the apple in his hand, and directly smashed it on the head of Mr. Li who was reading scriptures under the tree.

Wu Yan, who caused the chaos, said that he just didn't want to be compared to a dust by that brat.That bastard Leng Yu can dance swords in the woods with a murderous look. He is a tall, rich and handsome man in the new century who has a house, a car, and ideas, and will have a bunch of girls in the future. He must not be so frustrated.

"Wu Yan, in fact, you don't have to fight like this." The rice cake that smashed Old Li's head into a big bag and almost sent the old man to the west was not at all worried that his master would be too frustrated by Leng Yu, and was short of breath. Black Fang bit the apple directly, leaving two small holes that looked like a mouse had knocked on it.

"It's a system after all! At worst, let's see if there is any task that suits you, and let you relax." Nian Gao wanted to say something, but when he turned around, he saw Wu Yan's slightly hideous expression, and jumped up in fright for this Nian Gao .

"You mean you still want me to confess my love to those old pickles? Don't even think about it!" Wu Yan smiled gloomyly. He didn't smile at first but smiled at his amazing face. The hair is almost standing on end.Wu Yan dipped a brush in the black ink, put his hands on the body of the rice cake, and brushed it with ink.While brushing the ink, he muttered "I just don't know if the ink-flavored rice cakes can be sold"

As soon as Leng Yu entered the door, he saw Wu Yan holding a pen in his hand and writing something on the paper. The movement range was quite large, and it felt like the pen was flying like a dragon, but when he took a closer look, there was nothing on the paper. .

"What are you doing? How did you make it look like you have a grudge against this paper?" Although Leng Yu saw this rather weird scene, he only thought that Wu Yan felt that his handwriting was ugly and was struggling with what to write.

Wu Yan was startled by Leng Yu's voice, and he tilted his pen, leaving a dark ink mark on the paper.

"Uh... um, I want to practice my handwriting, so I won't leave a note in the future and they will all say my handwriting is ugly." Wu Yan had an idea, and quickly threw the rice cake that was stained black with ink.

"Really, then I'll teach you." Leng Yu grabbed Wu Yan's with rough hands. Although he was younger than Wu Yan, he was a little taller than Wu Yan. He held Wu Yan in his arms, with both hands, one Holding a pen, under the noon sun, both of them feel peaceful, and the fragrance of ink floats in the small room, such two people are peaceful like a painting.

The high-quality Huizhou rice paper is white and smooth, and now the two characters have left their marks on it.

The words "yan" and "yu" filled the entire paper, and Leng Yu felt that this was exactly what he wanted. There were only two people, no one could get in, nor could they destroy it. He and Wu Yan are enough, there is no need for others.

Wu Yan looked at the two words on the paper, and really wanted to buy a piece of tofu to die, for Mao!No matter how you say it, he is also a modern elite figure, the financial director of a multinational company, and he can write well in modern times, but he has become a ghostly character now!It's fine for others, why is it that a brat writes better than him!

Wu Yan felt that he had been hit and hurt, and rolled away with a sad and lonely expression on his face.

Leng Yu looked at the way Wu Yan was hit and wanted to laugh inexplicably. Although Wu Yan always had no expression, he could always easily find out his mood or meaning.Seeing Wu Yan's depression, Leng Yu waited until Wu Yan's shadow disappeared in the room, then dipped some ink with the tip of a thin pen.

With his middle finger pointing down on the table, Leng Yu's mouth softened, and he quietly filled in the word "Like" between "Yan" and "Yu" on the paper. The two words are small, But it made Leng Yu's fingers pointing at the table stand still.

Suddenly, his eyes were attracted by the golden corners that fell into his eyes, and he moved away the books and papers on the golden piece, and a few large golden characters "72 Rules for Picking Up Girls" came into his eyes.