Comprehensive martial arts pen to punish the world

Tang Xiaoyu brought Mu Shu a piece of good news and a piece of bad news—the good news is that there is indeed a body with three yangs and no veins in this world, and Ye Jingyi's illness will not be incurable. The bad news No one knows where this body with three yangs and veins is now, what its appearance and characteristics are, and what its identity and background are.

The only thing we know now is that this person is still alive, and there are faintly behind the handwriting of the leader of the Haoqi League and several elders, but it is too difficult to find someone based on these clues alone.

If it wasn't for the system's repeated emphasis that the Yin-Yang Bingdilian is a semi-immortal product, and there would be no expiration date, Mu Shu would have been tossed until his hair turned gray.

They exchanged contact information with Tang Xiaoyu, and agreed that if there is any news in the future, they would communicate by letter. After doing all this, Mu Shu looked back at the little loli with a blank expression and said goodbye, and leaned back from the window, that's all. lost sight.Already accustomed to the martial arts of people in the Jianghu who come and go, Mu Shubian just looked at it curiously, and felt his scalp tighten suddenly.

"...Master, please don't pull my hair." Already quite accustomed to this kind of willful behavior of the young master, Mu Shu could only slightly raise his head and sigh softly.

Young Master Wu Le, who would pull people's fur at the slightest disagreement, was dressed in a strong outfit, which looked rigorous, but revealed a small part of the skin on the back, chest, and waist in a very ambiguous manner.The ink-colored clothes looked cold, with a cold and hard texture like metal.The peacock blue silk sash is scattered, adding a mysterious color to the gloomy coldness.He squinted his eyes slightly, his long and narrow eyes were evil and beautiful, and said with an unhappy expression: "You are so happy when the young master is not here? You two get along pretty well."

Mu Shu didn't think about why he was unhappy for a while, but subconsciously said: "Little fish is very cute, thank you young master for letting her accompany me, has the young master's matter been resolved?"

"I didn't ask her to accompany me." Tang Wule felt inexplicably anxious and powerless, probably because he always found that the things he cared about were just trivial things in the eyes of the people in front of him, "You have a big heart, and you are so angry with that kid?" We can chat, and I don't think I can ask her to protect...Looking at you, how could she be an ordinary female doll?"

Mu Shu was slightly taken aback, suddenly she was teased by the young master's words by mistake, and she felt bad all of a sudden.Even though she had no other thoughts, but facing the straightforward care of a man who had a crush on her and she herself liked very much, she could hardly restrain the sour shyness welling up in her heart, and her ears hidden under her black hair A little bit of rosy color.

It's just that her expression seemed too natural, Tang Wule thought she didn't hear, so she said to herself: "Pack up your things, buy everything you want to buy first, we will leave in two days, and I will take you back. I have given it to your brother We have delivered the letter, so you don’t have to worry about it.”

Mu Shu suddenly had an ominous premonition, and said with a complicated expression: "... May I ask what the young master wrote in the letter?"

"Master, I'll take your sister back, remember to pick it up." Tang Wule looked calm, then turned his head and said, "Is there a problem?"

Mu Shu: "...No, there's no problem." I'm just a little curious about the psychological shadow of my brothers after receiving such letters from kidnappers one after another.

After going out to play for a long time, Mu Shu really missed his brothers, looking forward to and reluctant to go home.But thinking of their own uncertain fate, the feelings of those young girls were also wiped out, and they realized that if they continued to get along, there might be situations that made things difficult for each other, so it was the best choice to separate.

No regrets, just reluctant.

For the upcoming parting, they both knew each other very well, and there was nothing to say for a while.Mu Shu lowered her eyes and thought for a while, thinking that she should at least say thank you to break such an embarrassing deadlock, but before she could speak, Tang Wule suddenly took out a square object wrapped in cloth and handed it over, calmly said: " Here, take it."

Mu Shu accepted it curiously, thanked him politely, and then gently pushed the cloth aside, revealing a book that was very familiar to her.

Mu Shu: "..." Oh, what a coincidence, we meet again.

The book that she had just stuffed into the publishing house not long ago was lying in her hands like a newborn baby, and it was still full of exquisite beauty.Although he was somewhat dumbfounded in his heart, Mu Shu also knew that it was someone else's kindness, hugged the book in his arms, bent his eyes and smiled and said: "Thank you, young master, I like it very much."

Tang Wule grunted, and didn't mention how much effort it took him to buy Fusu's book in the first time. He just looked at the skull on the cover of the book with a slight frown, and said with some dissatisfaction: "He again What weird things did you write? How did you draw them?"

Mu Shu pretended to be stupid, acting as if he didn't hear it, and couldn't help asking curiously: "Master, have you read Fusu's book too? How do you feel?"

Tang Wule glanced at her, and didn't say anything harsh, but said plainly: "Shang Ke, it's simpler and clearer than those literati floating in the sky, but it's also better than those who are not so much literati as written. People who show vulgarity should be elegant. At least most people can read it."

After all, this is a world of Jianghu people. The solitary self-admiration of literati and inkmen, although noble and pure, is ultimately only a single shadow, lonely and cold.

Mu Shu nodded and smiled lightly, so many people in the world read her books and kept guessing why she became famous all over the world in just a few years.Some people talk about the profound connotation of her articles, some people pretend to understand her writing and exaggerate her writing style, some people follow the trend and think that her ideas are novel and eccentric - but in the end, it is Tang Wule who broke the truth, but because of the mean That's all.

It was a rare visit to the Ming Dynasty, and Mu Shu interestingly planned to buy some local products to take home.But Tang Wule took her to the streets for a walk, and whatever Mu Shu liked, he bought them all, no matter whether it was good or bad, he looked like an upstart dude.Mu Shu was a little dumbfounded, but also a little happy.With all of Fusu's income stored in the system, she naturally doesn't worry about money. She grew up in Hidden Sword Villa, and no one ever underpaid her for spending a cent, but she is always grateful and happy when others treat her well.

Although the intersection of each other stems from accidental accidents, the beginning may not be good, but every inch of happy memory will be properly preserved by her until the end of her life.

Taking a boat across the Dachuan River, Tang Wule couldn't see her getting moldy in the damp cabin, so he dragged her out of the cabin to blow the air.The wind with moist water vapor hits the face, which is different from the warmth and warmth in Suzhou and Hangzhou, but it always makes people think of the distance between the sea and the sky, which is particularly refreshing.Mu Shu stood on the deck with a smile, looking at the floating green shadows reflected on the sparkling water, and the blue sky with flowing clouds, it seemed as if the blue water droplets were unscrewed, and all of them fell into the water.

"It's so beautiful." Mu Shu murmured softly, she turned her head and smiled slightly, her gentle eyes seemed to be covered with veils, and there was a wisp of smoke, as if it would dissipate in the air in the next second.

Tang Wule lowered his eyes slightly to stare at her. His black eyes were deep, quiet and cool. He rarely raised an argument with her. There was even a light curve on the corner of his lips, and he said lightly, "Yes."

——It’s so beautiful.

On the night when the boat docked and was about to reach the shore, Tang Wule dragged her to jump to the top of the cabin without a sound, and the two of them enjoyed the cool and gentle moonlight flowing down from the full moon on the other side of the lake.Tang Wule took out the fox fur from the package and wrapped Mu Shu tightly. He pressed his hand on her head, so that she had to lower her head slightly, unable to observe his expression.Breathing the damp and cold air, it seemed that even his words were tinged with the faint drunkenness of dreaming and waking up in the middle of the night: "Small, if you could live for a long time, what would you want to do?"

Mu Shu is slightly stunned, this question is always too extravagant for her, she is more willing to think about "what can I do" than "what if" and "what do I want to do".But Tang Wule's question quietly knocked on a door, and after it opened, there was a world full of flowers and flowers, which belonged to her most innocent and childish longing in her previous life.

Mu Shu swallowed speechlessly, and after a moment of silence, she closed her eyes and smiled softly: "I—"

"If I can live for a long time, I will definitely climb the highest mountain in the world, taste the most delicious food, see the most beautiful scenery, and love the best people."

——If I live for a long time, maybe one day, I can muster up the courage to say "I love you" to you?

The boat docked at the pier, but Tang Wule carried her behind his back to avoid the anxiously waiting sword disciples, and led her all the way to the Nine Streams and Eighteen Streams.He took her hand and walked among the exquisite mountains and rivers. Maybe he wanted to say a lot but didn't know how to say it, or maybe he had run out of words and had nothing to say.

It wasn't until they could vaguely see the buildings of Hidden Sword Villa that Tang Wule stopped and turned his head to look at her.

Mu Shu let go of his hand, looked up at him slightly, and waited for him to speak.Unexpectedly, he was silent for a long time, but he stretched out his hands and gave her a hug.

The unprepared intimacy made Mu Shu feel a little overwhelmed after being stunned, his hand gently pressed on the back of her head, and fixed her in front of her chest, his movements were very gentle.She could even smell the refreshing scent on his body, unlike the elegant cold plum fragrance like her elder brother, it has no smell, but it is very clean.His embrace is warm and reassuring, even different from the embrace of her brothers, which makes her heart palpitate, and also makes her tongue slightly sore and bitter.

"Small." His voice was low and obscure, but he lost his previous casualness, revealing a bit of calmness and seriousness, "You may not listen so carefully, but after I finish speaking, you have to remember—— If you are still alive after seven years, can you follow me to Tangjiabao?"

"If you want to climb a mountain, I will take you there; if you want to eat, I will buy it for you; if you want to see any scenery, I will accompany you—I will become the best person and love you."

Tears welled up in Mu Shu's eyes.

Someone will always give you a hope for the future, and hope that you can live.

In a split second, she slightly raised her hand, almost unable to hold back and hug him back.But rationality reined in at the last moment, and she wished she could cut herself to wake up. It is human nature to be nostalgic for warmth, and greed and desire are also human nature. But facing this person who treats you so well, what do you think? Tolerance?

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, why do you drag him into the mud and let him struggle with you, just to absorb the warmth of others in the last years?

Mu Shu heard his own voice, it was very soft, like a wisp of green smoke that was about to melt in the wind, ethereal: "Master, don't wait."

"I wish you a gentle and beautiful wife."

"I hope you can stay together forever and never leave."