My rival has been secretly in love with me for 18 years [Rebirth]

Zeng Shaoming bent down to pick up the things that fell on the ground, blew off the ashes on them, threw them into his mouth, chewed and swallowed them lightly.

He patted his hands clean, took out a few more from his bosom, and showed them to Tonglu Sanren, as if offering treasures.

"Master, do you want it?"

I can't fucking afford it.

Tonglu quickly pressed down his hand, his scalp was about to explode, but he just said casually: "I don't want it."

He really didn't expect that Zeng Shaoming even brought a portion of the small things he usually likes to eat, and it happened to be fried adzuki beans.

So fucking sweet.

This is the last thing he needs right now.

If Hua Weihong saw this, he would have to die miserably immediately.

He really dared to say that if a person who lost his soul and loved to eat adzuki beans fell in front of Hua Weihong, Hua Weihong would definitely kill him.

Tonglu Sanren calmly glanced at the other two people in the carriage, and silently looked away, really not believing them.He thought hard about his fame before his death and his notoriety after his death, and he felt that it was not impossible to meet someone who knew his preferences before his death.

He was unlucky, he knew it.

Those who fell into Hua Weihong's hands only wanted to save their lives, and Hua Weihong was looking for him, Ye Keqing. If they saw something, they were very likely to go to Hua Weihong, and he would have to die.

It was rare for Zeng Shaoming to see his master not eating fried adzuki beans, he was more or less surprised, and just looked at his master in a daze.

Before he left, he cooked a lot because his master loved to eat.He bought cloth pouches and carefully divided the beans into his clothes, even when he was sleeping.

He rented a bad carriage before and blamed him for doing something wrong. He always felt that his master refused to eat the beans he cooked because he was still angry.

His master must be really angry.

The other younger man in the car didn't pay attention to them. He was dull and not good at chatting, so it was fine to be alone.But maybe he was a little bored, so he opened the door to look out.

When it was opened wide, the cool wind came in, making a rushing sound, and Zeng Shaoming couldn't help shivering due to the ice, and retracted his hands to gather his clothes.

The old man had been resting, and when he was blown by the cool wind, he opened his lips and coughed, and then he couldn't stop coughing.He turned his body slightly, and there were dense and dense black spots on the back of his ears and even his neck.

"Sorry." The man apologized: "I've never seen such a carriage, I'm curious."

"it's okay no problem."

Tonglu Loose Cultivator waved at him, feeling that his meddling problem would never get better.With a swipe of his fingertips, the door was fastened back, and he even squeezed a warm hand quietly.

Zeng Shaoming was no longer cold, so he spread his hands again and insisted on asking: "Master, do you really don't want it? Eat as much as you want."

Just like persuading the child's mother, Tonglu Sanren's head hurts, and he wants to beat Zeng Shaoming very hard.He squinted his eyes, and was about to mouth to Zeng Shaoming, but was interrupted by a violent coughing sound, he sighed softly, and he had no choice but to add some heat.

It took a while for the coughing to stop.

The Tonglu Sanren simply sealed Zeng Shaoming's mouth, but there seemed to be a forbidden spell in the carriage. Not only did he fail to seal Zeng Shaoming's mouth, even the initial heating spell lost its effect.He probed intently, but couldn't find any results.

It was cold again.

The Sanren of Tonglu felt that the old man might be a bit weak, so he hesitated to remove the cushion he was sitting on, put it on the old man's body, scratched his nose, and said, "Suddenly, my skill is not easy to use."

"No problem, thank you." The old man laughed, but he couldn't lift the loose flesh all over his face. He could only see the corners of his mouth slightly turned up, and a pair of cloudy and dim eyes stared straight at Zeng Shaoming: "What are you eating?"

The voice was old and hoarse, and it was shocking to hear.

Zeng Shaoming was used to being obedient, so he said honestly: "Fried red beans, old man, do you want it?"

Tonglu Sanren was really itchy, and he was too lazy to give Zeng Shaoming a suggestive look.

His apprentice was simply unfathomably alert.

The old man looked back at him: "No more, I can't bite."

Zeng Shaoming nodded, and enthusiastically distributed some to another young man in the carriage, but there was still a lot left.

"Master, I'll keep it for you."

"..."

"..."

"I really don't want to."

Zeng Shaoming's face changed a little at that moment, and he pawed and pulled Xiaodou silently one by one.

Tonglu Sanren's eyelids twitched, he simply opened the carriage door slightly, and looked around from the gap.The sky was cloudy and gray, except for them, everyone else was flying with swords, and they were guarded by disciples of the Hua family.

The one with Yujian at the front is Hua Weihong, Tonglu Sanren can clearly see the corner of his fiery red and delicate robe, half hidden in the clouds.He flew far ahead, and there were no disciples around, and even his back was indifferent.

Just looking at this back view, Tonglu Sanren felt a little bad.

"No? But isn't it your favorite food?" Zeng Shaoming moved his lips, looking aggrieved.He took the thing out of his lapel, shook it in Tonglu Sanren's ear, and persuaded him tirelessly: "Master, this is fried bean."

Hearing the voice, Zeng Shaoming seemed to be in a hurry.

Tonglu Sanren really admired Zeng Shaoming's perseverance in some aspects.

He has already reached this point, and whether he takes it or not has no effect, he has worked hard to pretend, so he just calmed down.Tonglu Loose Cultivator finally heaved a sigh of relief when he retracted his gaze. He still took the cloth bag, threw one and took another with his mouth, without wasting any of them.

Self-defeating.

He really wanted to beat Zeng Shaoming, but Zeng Shaoming didn't know about it, he couldn't blame him, and he couldn't do it.

Seeing that he finally answered, Zeng Shaoming pursed his lips and smiled.

Tonglu Loose Cultivator sighed, and changed a comfortable position to lie on Zeng Shaoming's lap.

"Xiao Zeng, if you have more children in the future, you are really suitable to be a hero mother."

"Huh? I'm a man."

Tonglu Sanren ignored him.

Zeng Shaoming was ignorant and straightforward, did not understand the meaning of the words, and ate two from the cloth bag from time to time.

The old man leaned on the wooden door, supported himself with rough palms, and closed his eyes slightly: "Young people don't like big fish and meat, but prefer this. What's so delicious about it? It's so dry."

Zeng Shaoming continued, chewing the little bean in his mouth: "It may be that everyone has different preferences. I also thought it was not delicious at first, and I got used to it after eating."

The old man did not answer, and there was a strange silence in the carriage.

It was quiet for a while.

Tonglu Sanren half-lyed on Zeng Shaoming's body and held Xiaodou with his mouth. He felt that the wind coming in had undergone an extremely slight change. He sat up suddenly, opened the door and took a look.

The wings were closing in gradually, and the disciples of the Hua family had surrounded their carriage, and they were all slowly descending to the ground.

As expected, Tonglu Sanxin Dao couldn't avoid it, so he raised his hand and put a few talismans on Zeng Shaoming calmly, and kicked the door open.Immediately there were sword-wielding disciples of the Hua family blocking up, each with a bundle of fairy locks in their hands, and their eyes were sharper than knives.

Zeng Shaoming wanted to speak, but Tonglu Sanren covered his mouth and hid behind him.

Seeing this situation, the man was terrified, he huddled in the carriage and did not dare to move.

The old man stood up, let go of his palm, and a crushed bean slipped from his fingertips.Zeng Shaoming actually dropped two pills, and one happened to land in his sleeve.

He put the little bean on his fingertips and slowly rubbed it. Under the cover of his loose robe, no one could see his movements clearly.He rubbed extremely slowly and meticulously, but clasped his palms together quickly. He held the little bean in his palm in a secret place.

It quickly shattered into powder.

The carriage has landed.

Tonglu Sanren stood up slowly, pressed his sword, and looked meaningfully at the suddenly tall old man in front of him.But before he could speak, the old man roughly pushed him against the wall, his eyes were dark and bottomless, and there was no expression on his face: "Drag the remaining two people out for me."

Several Hua family disciples cupped their fists respectfully: "Yes."

The Sanren of Tonglu put down his sword, slowly raised his hands, and raised his eyebrows and smiled: "What can't you say? I don't resist, so why start such a big fire?"

The old man finally let go of his hand slowly, and stroked his face with his hand, revealing his originally extremely handsome and gloomy face.His face was snow-white, and his dark eyes looked like ghosts.

The man was dragged out peacefully, Zeng Shaoming hugged the door of the carriage tightly and wanted to say something, but the Tonglu Sanren stepped forward and knocked him out with a knife.

He tried his best to ignore Hua Weihong at the side, and threw Zeng Shaoming to a disciple of the Hua family, which was considered polite: "Excuse me, little brother, just find a place to put him."

Hua Weihong stood very close to Tonglu Sanren, watching all this with a cold face.

Tonglu Sanren went back and sat down. Seeing that Hua Weihong was still standing, he patted the seat next to him: "Sit down, sit down, why did I make you angry, and Hua Chengzhu will be so angry?"

Hua Weihong didn't like this at all, he shooed away all the disciples of the Hua family, pulled Tonglu Sanren's hair and pushed him on the side couch, with his palm pressed to his heart, and uttered a few words coldly.

"who are you?"

Tonglu Sanren's back hit the carriage, making a loud noise, and he hissed softly.

"A low-key reclusive master, you can call me Tonglu Sanren."

Tonglu Sanren forced himself and Hua Weihong to look at each other, with a calm expression on his face, but he felt that he could die suddenly at any time.

Hua Weihong pressed him down, refused to let go a bit, sneered, and called a few times in a deep voice: "Sanren from Tonglu."

"Here." Tonglu Sanren blew Hua Weihong's hair, and said with a smile: "Master Huacheng, did you fall in love with me at first sight?"

Hua Weihong simply slapped her hard, her face extremely cold.

A palm print appeared on Tonglu Sanren's face immediately, but he was not afraid at all, he turned his face and still stared at Hua Weihong's face with a smile.

"You may not be able to defeat me." Hua Weihong stuck very close to Tonglu Loose Cultivator, and clicked heavily from her throat: "If you defeat me, I will let you go."

Tonglu Sanren refused: "Do I look so strong? Huacheng Lord, I don't want to be beaten to death by you later. I don't look that big, and I haven't even been a father."

He still looked into Hua Weihong's eyes without hesitation, his face was hot from the fan, he wanted to raise his hand to touch, but Hua Weihong held her down.

Hua Weihong pulled his hair with one hand, and grabbed his face with the other, forcing him to look up at her.

"Why did you lose a soul?"

"Because of the Canggui, I was poisoned and was attacked by a Canggui."

"Where was it attacked?"

"Yunxi."

Tonglu Sanren felt that with his ability to deceive people, he might be able to deceive Hua Weihong.

"Coincidence? Tonglu Sanren." Hua Weihong's eyes were full of madness, and he pulled Tonglu Sanren's hair, as if he wanted to tear him in half: "You like to eat too."

"You mean Xiaodou?" Tonglu Sanren looked up and smiled, his eyes were bent: "Master Huacheng, this is not a shameful habit, there are many people in the world who like to eat this. Just because of this? You just Such a big fire?"

Hua Weihong's face was extremely ugly, he tore off the sleeve of Tonglu Sanren, and grabbed his left hand.After using it hard, the veins on Hua Weihong's arm exploded.

There was a toothache groaning from the wrist bones.

Tonglu Sanren frowned and looked at him suspiciously: "Why do you hate my left hand so much? Do you think it looks too good-looking?"

Hua Weihong let go of her hand suddenly, shook her head, and let out a solid sneer from her mouth: "Ming Jing Jian Qi."

"If I hadn't been smart, I wouldn't have guessed that you were asking me." Tonglu Sanren connected his left wrist bone without frowning: "First of all, I don't remember clearly. My master seems to have learned it secretly." A few tricks of Mingjing swordsmanship were passed on to me without any hassle."

"Who is your master?"

Hua Weihong finally got a little further away, sat down on the wooden chair, her eyes were endlessly dark.Beautiful is beautiful, but too gloomy and cold.

"My master is not as famous as I am. If it weren't for my extraordinary intelligence, he wouldn't be able to teach a disciple like me. You don't need to remember his name, you just need to know my name."

When Hua Weihong heard the words, she threw a teacup over, and it hit Tonglu Sanren's waist straightly, her eyes were cloudy.

"Who is your master?"

"Chrysanthemum Sanren." He rubbed his waist and looked at Hua Weihong helplessly: "Let's talk about it first, can we stop beating people every now and then. I'm not in good health, so I won't be able to take a few beatings."

"Ye Keqing."

Hua Weihong called him again

Tonglu Sanren looked at him suspiciously, and his tone was extremely puzzled: "Did you see a ghost?"

Hua Weihong stared at him, but didn't speak for a long time.

"Ye Keqing."

"Fuck." Tonglu Sanren got down from the side couch with his waist and sat beside him: "Don't scare me, I'm very timid. Don't share with me when you see unclean things, I won't be able to sleep .”

Hua Weihong didn't speak again, she suddenly became quiet, her lips pursed into a thin line.

Tonglu Sanren felt for a moment that Hua Weihong was a little sad.