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In the name of maintaining law and order by the garrison in northern Xinjiang, those Shenwei reviewed the entire serial case file, and with the testimony of me and everyone in the yamen, they finally cleared up Qingming's grievances.In fact, the image of the Immortal Overseas in Yihua Palace is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. The leading Shenwei secretly glanced at him every time he turned a page of the case file. He probably didn't see Yihua's disciples often in the Mobei Army, so he felt very fresh.

But Qingming was stared at by him so that his heart was trembling. Taking advantage of the wide cuffs and the dim light of the file room, his arm came over quietly and pressed against my hand through the clothes.

Is that enough?

I thought of his little movements of constantly rubbing the tobacco rod when he was nervous. Now that the tobacco rod is not at hand, can't he restrain his anxiety alone?

I hooked his hand, stretched my fingers upward along the smooth flesh and bones, and held the wrist.His pulse was beating gently on my fingertips, and I tapped his palm again and again according to the frequency of its beating, jumping from one finger to another.

The roots of his ears were red.

At this time, there was a sudden noise outside the courtyard, and the chaotic footsteps of the crowd surrounded an old man.When they approached the case file room, I could hear the old man's angry roar: "What kind of bullshit God Fortress, come to kill my apprentice?! Tell those gangster sects to get out of here! They are lazy and idle all day long!"

Several Shenwei in the room suddenly looked surprised, but they must have received similar rejection elsewhere, and they didn't react immediately.The case file was almost read, and the leader stood up and cupped his hands, and said to the old man who rushed in: "Sorry, we have to deal with the matter urgently. But now we have found out the truth, and to express our apology, please allow us to stay here for five days." Please help, everything is at your command."

"Bullshit! Do you know how to do an autopsy or search the scene? Don't think that a few taels of tendon can run rampant in this world—apprentice, this time the criminal's martial arts is very high?"

His eyesight was not good, he scolded for a long time before he saw Qingming and me standing in the shadows, and immediately walked up to Qingming with big strides, and checked up and down: "Why don't you even wear shoes in the cold weather?!"

It seems that this is the old head catcher who took in Qing Ming and is about to step down in recent years.

"Master, I'm fine, why did you wake up in the middle of the night..." Qing Ming quickly let go of my hand.

"Hmph, everyone is hiding it from me! Now that I'm here, let's see who dares to slander you!" He saw the white marks on Qing Ming's arm after the wound had healed, stretched out his hand to touch it but didn't dare, trembling Wei Wei said, "Oh, what a crime! You're already like this!"

He turned his head and said to the group of Shenwei: "Is it Shenwei? How is the hard work of the bow and gun? How much skill? Can you say that you can beat the criminal?!"

The leader was also angered: "It's always better than the county government arrest!"

"Okay, then come and compete with the old man, and if you lose, just get out and go back to your Shenwei Castle to eat milk!" He went out determined to win, took a wooden stick from the door of the room, paused and turned back , Swearing at me: "You son of a bitch, why are you so excited to watch, why don't you get shoes for your master to wear as an apprentice!?"

Seeing me running around for Qing Ming, he weighed the wooden stick in his hand, stood in the middle of the yard, and waved his hands at the gods: "Come one by one or all together?"

When I returned, there was only a row of Shenwei with bruised noses and swollen faces outside the door, and the yamen servants who surrounded the old head catcher were all gone.In the file room, the lights were like beans, and Qing Ming and the old catcher sat facing each other, each holding a cup of hot tea.

"Master, Master." I closed the door.

"Put on your master's shoes." He sipped his tea.

"I don't need..." Qing Ming quickly waved his hands, "You bring the shoes and I will wear them myself."

I walked around the bookshelf, squatted down and set the water basin in my hand, and put Qingming's feet, which were covered in mud and sand along the road and the bloody mud of the dungeon, into the warm water. It was hot, and I heard him gasp slightly.

"Master, does it feel hot?" I didn't stir the water to wash it.

"Exactly, my feet are too cold, get up."

I ignored his last sentence, and then scooped up water to wash my feet, washed off the sticky sand with clean water, followed the palm lines and concave arcs of the soles, and inserted my fingertips into the gaps between the toes to clean carefully.In order to warm up the feet quickly, I rubbed them gently with both hands and injected internal force to massage the acupuncture points on the soles of the feet. After a while, the whiteness of the toes returned, with a thin layer of red.

He was speechless.

From the corner of my eye, I saw him put down the teacup slowly, one hand reached under the table and clenched the corner of his robe tightly, and the other hand firmly grasped the armrest of the wooden chair. Due to the presence of the master, he couldn't hold himself back but was silent and restrained.

At this time, the old head catcher asked: "You brought him to the dungeon?"

"Yes, Master."

He put down the teacup with a slam, stood up and paced around suddenly, just when I thought he was going to kick my ass and make me fall directly into the footbath, he suddenly sat back and clapped his hands and laughed: "What a boy! Courageous! Much better than the bragging brats out there, as expected of your master, brother Yihua, who found it!"

"Thank you, Master, for your compliment." I was amazed at the old man's powerful skill, I watched Qingming wash his feet with his eyes and nose carefully.He seemed to be enduring it harder and harder. I grabbed his ankle and felt him wanting to shrink back from time to time.Presumably the soles of the feet of ordinary people are more sensitive than other parts of the body, but it should be even better on him.

"Why do you think you can find an excuse to drive away Shenwei like this? This little brain is turning around, and it has the demeanor of your master back then!"

"It's all taught well by the master." I respectfully replied, and continued to infuse him with internal energy in my hand, but I saw that Qingming's right hand that was holding the corner of the robe suddenly let go, and turned to hug his lower abdomen.

"However," the laughter in the old catcher's voice disappeared, "how come you are so familiar with the dungeon?"

Of course, I can't say that the Yamen and the dungeon of Feisheng Pavilion are similar, even the location of the torture tools is almost the same.The situation was urgent just now, and the group of gods didn't know my position in the yamen. I didn't want to hide it at all, so Qingming lowered his head and asked me with his eyes.

I stopped the massage, flicked the water one after another, faltered and hummed a few words, and finally said: "I'm just curious, I sneaked in behind the prison boss to take a look..."

The old catcher's eyes focused on the top of my head, which seemed to bring a heavy sense of oppression. He drank his tea in silence and watched me bow my head and shrink my neck in fear for a long time before finally putting on a smile again: "Look, I let your master's stinky indifference lead me astray, how normal is this, what do you do without curiosity!"

I "breathed a sigh of relief" and said yes.

"From now on, we will be a family, don't see outsiders, ask your master for anything you want to see and learn." He turned to Qing Ming again, "I won't say much about you in front of my disciples and grandchildren. I'm old and I can't protect you anymore. You bring out a good apprentice, and you will rely on him in the future."

Qingming's feet were pinched in my hands, he didn't dare to speak, he just nodded and said "hmm" briefly.

"You guys are tired after tossing around all night, go and rest early."

It was still dark outside, the old catcher took away the group of gods who refused to go back to the castle and insisted on him to teach, and there was no one else around in the courtyard, so Qing Ming let go of the deformed handrail, pushed it against my shoulder, and shrank Panting heavily, he said, "Don't pour me any more internal energy, the internal energy of the magic knife...it's so hot..."

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My indifferent attitude towards * made his beating heart gradually return to normal. He took my hand and placed it on his heart, breathing evenly.

I found Xue Guike, but I didn't return to Feisheng Pavilion immediately, and I still spent my days leisurely in the Yamen.First, let him deal with all the affairs accumulated in the pavilion as a punishment, and second, I want to find out all the secrets about Qing Ming before leaving.

Since the last time I heard the conversation between him and the man in the mask, I asked Ash to start the investigation from the "Yin family that was exterminated six years ago".And when Xue Guike returned to the cabinet, he integrated the information he had obtained, and the order was finally clear.

As I expected, the man who restrained Xue Guike was named Yin Xun, and he and Qing Ming had come here for revenge because of a murder case eight years ago.The one who died was Yin He, the wife of Yin Xun on their wedding night, and the cousin of Yin Xun and Yin Qing—that is, Qing Ming.Yin Xun was not close to his family, and maybe he had other secrets. After that, he disappeared for two years, and when he reappeared, he slaughtered his whole family. At that time, Qing Ming temporarily escaped the catastrophe because of amnesia and wandered in Xu Hai. , Six years later, he was finally approached by this insane brother.

Mentioning Yin Xun, Xue Guike seemed a little absent-minded: "You know I got some Gu worms from the Five Poisons a few years ago, and I thought it was rare to carry them with me all the time. I told him that if I died, he would be planted with worms." The Gu will also die——I used that Gu for the first time, I don’t know if it’s a side effect, his body is as cold as ice.”

"No, the woman who was raped by him when he was not infected earlier also said the same thing." From time to time, I poked my head out of the dark alley to look around, and I took the opportunity of patrolling to connect with Xue Guike, and I will meet up with Qingming later, " I also know that you carry tracer incense with you, why can't you find Yin Xun now?"

"Uh... I just ran out of it when I went out that day." Xue Guike faltered, his eyes wandering, "And he has a very good nose, and most of my net worth was discovered."

It appears to have been used.

"Most of the net worth? What do you do with the rest?"

"No! It's useless..." He didn't know what to think of, his face turned blue, "Boss, the rest are life-saving tricks, so I used a Gu."

I recalled the third case: "The farmer who died the first time was killed by him. What about the woman who was victimized that time? Who did it?"

Xue Guike opened his mouth "I, I, I" for a long while, then blushed and swallowed his anger, "I was forced."

"Then you stay in the pavilion obediently, and don't hang around in front of the government these few days." I heard Qing Ming's voice talking to someone not far away, "Finally, why did you leave the pavilion alone that night? I don't understand. Just go back and write, and give it to me within three days."

"I... I can explain clearly..." He also heard Qing Ming's voice, and he was ready to leave with Qinggong. After a while, he opened his mouth, and when he opened his mouth, it was like pouring beans from a bamboo tube, "I just think you are too strict." , your desire to control is as good as Yin Xun's, why did someone even report to you what I ate for lunch!"

Before he finished speaking, the soles of his feet were oily.

I simply don’t know what to say, he has never played tricks in front of me, I never thought that he would hide it for so long and it would end up being like this—since he doesn’t eat in the pavilion, it doesn’t make sense to ask someone to check for him whether there is any problem with the food in the restaurant As it should be?

I shook my head and left the dark alley.

"You came back just in time. Brother Zhao told us to go back quickly. Your master has ordered a table of wine at Hongbinlou tonight." Seeing me approaching, Qing Ming waved, "He said he wanted to have a big drink to get rid of bad luck. Have dinner there."

During the day, he still kept the distance between master and apprentice, and dared not be too close to me in front of others, but I often noticed from his trance eyes when he smoked a cigarette that he paid more attention than before. The eyes are different from the past, but once the mind is empty, it reveals obvious stability and dependence, and follows me unconsciously.

He walked side by side with me through the bustling bazaar, puffing out smoke from time to time with a cigarette stick in one hand, and tucked his other hand in his cuff.People were coming and going around, and he might not be able to open the way back to the county office immediately, which made him very anxious, and his index finger began to rub the small piece of uneven off-white leather on the tobacco rod.

I grabbed his wrist: "Master, there are a lot of people, I don't want to get lost."

He is still not used to this kind of sudden touch, and his trembling reaction is the same as before. If he doesn't clenched tightly, that hand will subconsciously shake me off again.

"...Hmm." His eyelashes trembled slightly, pretending to hold back his grip calmly, and slowly put down the cigarette rod, never smoking again along the way.

All the arresters in the yamen can drink, and after a table of food is in disarray, they start to drink with their fists, and the men in the room are full of noise.The old head catcher pulled Qing Ming to sit beside him, and he couldn't help getting him half drunk, his eyes were slightly slackened.His hair fell loose at some point, and at this moment, the old catcher shook his hand, and lamented: "Apprentice, no woman will like you after this, master, when will I see my apprentice and grandson!"

Qing Ming pointed at me unfocusedly: "The apprentice is drinking over there."

In the past, no one dared to force me to drink at banquets in the pavilion. I have never come into contact with this kind of drinking method where familiar and unfamiliar people pull over and call them brothers and sisters. irrigation.I have always hated the uncontrollable drowsiness after being drunk, so before they got drunk and unscrupulously persuaded me to drink, I had been carrying a jar of clear water to pretend for a long time, and there were still "massive" people who would not refuse.

"Oh? Where is it? You go and pull him closer and let me see." The old catcher hiccupped and pushed Qing Ming over. He took big steps and walked through the crowd without knowing what to do. The road disappeared from my sight in a blink of an eye.

I followed and saw him lying on the wide roof tiles outside the balcony railing on the second floor, blowing the wind with his eyes half closed.

The moonlight was exceptionally clear tonight, blending with the red light of the lanterns hanging from the eaves, spreading a gentle glow on his face, and the gray and white part of his long hair was dyed bright red, flowing with the warm convective wind inside and outside the house.

"Master, don't lie down and blow the air, you will have a headache tomorrow." I stood behind him, cutting off the excitement in the house.

He looked a little more awake than before, rubbed his forehead and sat up, took out a cigarette stick from his arms and lit it, and the black tobacco lit up with little bits of fire. He took a long breath, and the smoke rose along the wind. There is a familiar smell in front of me.

"Why don't you drink?"

"I don't like it." I handed him the water jar in my hand, "Drink some water to refresh yourself."

He took it in a daze, took a sip, and suddenly laughed when he tasted the taste: "You..."

However, after he finished drinking, he held the jar high and lost his mind. He seemed to be caught in some kind of memory, and murmured: "In the past, I seem to have done this kind of thing..."

past?Is it the past that he lost and recalled eight years ago?

I reached out and leaned against the railing to stroke the top of his head, encouraging him to continue: "What's the matter?"

He adjusted his posture and put his back on my lap. Because he was drunk, he made no secret of his enjoyment of stroking his hair: "I also persuaded him in the same way—a playmate of mine, a brother who was brought home by my parents...he didn't He loves to drink, but every family dinner, he will drink even if he doesn't like it, he is always serious about things, even drinking."

"He said it was...it was a family banquet organized by my parents with all my heart, and I can't shame them..." Qing Ming raised his head, put his forehead close to my finger, squinted his eyes, seemed to be welling up with alcohol again, and said drunkenly and drowsily , "I gave him the jug full of water, he not only refused, but also kept it from me, he said... Ah Xun always said that..."

"'You are the real Yin family, it doesn't matter what you do, but I have a bad background, so I should be careful with my words and deeds.'"

Yin Xun?The "brother" who took it home?

No wonder he was relentless in slaughtering "my own family".

But since he is not the biological son of the Yin family, where did he come from?

Qingming is still stuck in the memory, eyes rolling under half-closed eyelids: "But his parents never treated him harshly, he didn't have to be so cautious..."

I inserted my fingers into his hair, smoothed out the bundles, and massaged along the acupuncture points on the top of his head: "Is his name Yin Xun?"

"No, he changed it after he entered my house... so... so it seems... his surname is Lu." He sighed comfortably, almost leaning his head on me, with a gesture of complete trust.

My surname is Lu—more than ten years ago, when I was a child, led by the Beggar Gang and the Five Poisons, various sects united to suppress the water bandits once in Dongting Lake, where Yin’s surname gathered. .

My father was still alive at that time, and he seemed to have brought me through the turmoil in the martial arts in Guanzhong. I don’t have a deep impression, but I only remember that the water bandits were rampant, so that it was a battle that suffered heavy losses even if it was led by the powerful Bahuang Sect.

But at that time, I should have been ten years old at the youngest, and I followed my father to see new things everywhere. How come I only have such a little memory?

My stroking Qingming stopped, and he muttered in dissatisfaction: "Disciple...why aren't you sleeping..."

He put down the cigarette rod, grabbed my hand that was pressing on top of his head, and took advantage of my unpreparedness to pull me over the railing and into his arm. My center of gravity was unstable, and I suddenly overturned. Clinging to the railing, he leaned over to hold it down, and the two of them almost rolled down the eaves together.

He was also taken aback, and was half awake: "Why is this bed crooked... Apprentice?"

"Master, I can't hook my feet anymore." Both my legs and ankles are injured, which doesn't affect my sabering, but it's difficult for me to do light kung fu for a long time on weekdays. dull pain.

He seemed to have remembered this too, looked around, hugged me in a dangerous posture with his head under the eaves, and said: "You loosen your feet and leave it to me."

I touched an iron grappling hook hidden on my waist, and let go of my numb feet.

He tapped the roof tiles lightly with the toe of his boots, and with a sound of gold and stone slammed against each other, he quickly leaned back his flexible waist and stood up from the sloping eaves. However, he was still unsteady while pulling me, and he turned sideways and stepped on several tiles. Unloading his strength, he took a wrong step and fell lightly from the eaves.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, looked down at my legs worriedly, breathed in his ears, and there was a warm smell of alcohol when he opened his mouth: "Are your feet okay?"

I stepped on the ground, and a tingling pain penetrated into my ankle, as if a muscle had been pulled: "I can't walk with this foot."

His eyes are still out of focus, but he still barely maintains his clarity of concern for me: "You come up, I'll carry you back."

"No, this foot is fine." I put my arm on his shoulder, "Let's go."

In the alley in the dark night, the two drunks supporting each other are not eye-catching. His reason is all used to maintain the steady pace needed to protect me, and his desire is not as restrained as usual. The hand stuck under my armpit on the way slipped somehow Put it into the front of my shirt, rub it against my heart at a wobbly pace, and pinch it from time to time.

"Master."

"Well……?"

I took his hand out: "Go back and touch it."

"Oh..." He tried his best to look up at the road, and still remembered to tilt his body slightly to take care of my injured foot. He nodded obediently, walked silently for a while but then said, "I didn't mean to."

"As it is now, a teacher is not a teacher, and an apprentice is not an apprentice... When something like that happened, you could have found another way out, instead of going through this muddy water, and learning from a... lunatic... like me." Behind the two rows of walls The house is quiet and dark, and it is difficult for him to see my disdainful smile—I am not really his apprentice, and getting along with him is all about those wonderful secrets, and it is right for me to have fun, how can I be in a dilemma about this kind of thing?

"Yihua talents come forth in large numbers, since you can ask for your senior brother, why bother to come to me and suffer...you have to cover up for me all day long, and you can't sleep well at night..."

"I'm ashamed of my brother, I'm not worthy of being a teacher, I'm not worthy of teaching you..." He babbled, expressing his sincerity with the strength of alcohol, "I'm crazy, I'm dependent on someone, I'm afraid of people leaving, I just want... just want ..."

He stopped suddenly: "You Fangting, go back to my senior brother tomorrow."

I was stunned for a moment before I realized that the name belonged to the unlucky ghost who was replaced by me, and this time I asked Ash to search again and there would be a target.

"I will not go back, Master."

"Don't call me master anymore. Which master would do such a thing to an apprentice? This kind of thing... If anyone knows about it, you will be notorious with me!"

"No one will know. Even if it gets out, I'm not afraid. We haven't done anything harmful."

Even if it gets out, "You Fangting" is notorious. I can get away and continue to hide behind the scenes of Feisheng Pavilion as my handsome pavilion master. These people will never have the opportunity to get close to me and recognize me. No one knows my last name. Name who.

Even Qing Ming... didn't know.

"No, you don't understand what I want to do at all... I will wake up at night when you are in bed... These days are so good, if I relax my vigilance and get used to it, I will definitely be destroyed again... From then on, I will haunt you for the rest of my life. Looking at you, I am getting more and more dissatisfied..." His expression was hidden in the shadow of disheveled gray hair, his voice was hoarse and depressed, "I will sleep by myself tonight, you pack your things, and leave tomorrow."

"Together with the corpses in the morgue, or use intoxicating flowers to lure civilians to 'sleep on their own'?" I leaned against the wall of the narrow alley, relaxed the muscles in my injured leg, hooked his neck and said sarcastically, "Your The old man hasn't been brought to justice yet, if you set a trap next time, don't you want to jump down again regardless?"

"Leave me alone...otherwise..."

"I'm your apprentice, I don't care about you... um!"

His lips were pressed together.

This is the original taste of top-grade Huadiao wine.

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"I...shouldn't treat men..."

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"...I'm sick, I'm sick!" He was forced by me to shake his head constantly, his hoarse voice was almost choked, "When I touch you, I can't control it, I just want to..."

"That means you are like this, why suppress yourself?"

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I like his body.

I kept blocking his voice with kisses, looked closely at the face that was different from daytime*, thought of his cold expression when he first taught me to play the flute, thought of his logical words in sorting out the case file, and thought of his leaning because of * The muddleheaded appearance of smoking a cigarette, and the dependent gaze that seemed to give me everything he asked for after he completely trusted me.

I love this man who yearns to give himself completely under my control.

For a moment I even wanted to tell him who I really am.

"Is it okay to go?" It was probably late at night when everything was over, his drunkenness was completely dispelled by the excessive pleasure, and I hurriedly tidied up the messy clothes. Go back and you will catch wind and cold tomorrow."

"Fortunately, Ming Yugong has always been resistant to cold, what about your ankle injury?" The corners of his eyes and lips were still red, but his expression seemed to have returned to normal.He pulled me up from the ground: "Go back and apply the medicine early."

I almost forgot it hurt.