[Jian Sanming and Tang Dynasty] Same return after different paths

? Lu Misheng once tentatively asked Tang Ling if he hated him, but all he got was a cold snort from Tang Ling.

Two months later, Tang Ling's injury gradually improved, and he was able to move around slowly.

That night, Lu Misheng came back covered in sweat, and excitedly pulled up Tang Ling who was sitting by the bed.Tang Ling let him drag him to the door, found a comfortable position and leaned against the door with a gloomy expression.Lu Misheng smiled and drew out the twin sabers behind his back, and said to him: "Tang Ling, I have learned the words of pilgrimage!"

Pilgrimage words?what is that.Tang Ling glanced at him with disdain.

Lu Misheng exited the hut with a smile, and drew the weapon from his back.

The bright moon was in the sky, Lu Misheng was wearing moonlight, and he forcefully joined the two knives to make a double tail.The scimitar was spinning in his hand, and the reflected cold light was a bit dazzling. He leaned back and used the scimitar to draw a beautiful knife.Then he slammed the two knives towards the ground, the forceful momentum shook the yellow sand and dust.He then threw out the pair of knives, and the rapidly spinning scimitar seemed to have a spirituality. After turning around him for a while, it returned to his hand. Finally, he took the pair of knives, and the purple-gold flame seemed to burst out from behind him. Now, it's fantastic.This is not just a Mingjiao stunt, but more like a song and dance.

Tang Ling had to admit that Lu Misheng's scimitar was considered superb.After Lu Misheng danced, he put away his knife handsomely, walked towards him with a smile, and hugged Tang Ling into his arms.

"Do you know. I have mastered the best skills in the teaching. I am so happy." He buried his head deeply in Tang Ling's neck and said softly.

"This move has yin and yang energy attached to it, which can defuse damage and is of great benefit to your recovery." Tang Ling could feel Lu Misheng's smile and aura very clearly.Tang Ling frowned, but was powerless to push him away.

From then on, every night when no one was around, Lu Misheng would dance a pilgrimage for Tang Ling, and Tang Ling felt touched by the beautiful moves.One person dances, one person observes, they are all fully involved, so naturally they can't find the white shadow flashing past behind the house.

The longer they stayed together, the more Lu Misheng understood that he couldn't keep Tang Ling.Tang Ling's injury was getting better day by day, and his worries were getting worse day by day. He was reluctant to let him go, but he was even more reluctant to imprison him again.With such a sincere heart, I don't know if Tang Ling feels it?It's fine if you have the slightest feeling for him.Lu Misheng could only shake his head with a wry smile, denying his fantasy.He couldn't ignore the hatred and indifference in Tang Ling's eyes every day.

The little girl came to inform him yesterday that there is a grand ceremony in the teaching today, and all disciples need to dress up to attend, and he is naturally no exception.But if Tang Ling was left alone at home, he would be very worried.It's not that he's worried about his injuries, but that Tang Ling has almost recovered and can walk around now. If he's not there, will Tang Ling still be at home when he returns?

Lu Misheng frowned and went into the bedroom to change his clothes.Tang Ling watched coldly from the side.

Lu Misheng took off the black and white robe he usually wore, and put on more gorgeous pure white clothes.It was exactly what he was wearing that day for the Bright Festival.Painful memories welled up in his heart, and Tang Ling curled his lips, unwilling to recall them.

Lu Misheng let down the strands of hair that were always tied behind his head, and fixed them again with gold ornaments. Tang Ling found that the lock of hair on his forehead was actually slightly curly, and it was close to his cheeks, embellishing his handsome outline.This costume is probably only worn by him when he encounters a grand party. He is covered with gold ornaments and streamers from head to toe, and his wide sleeves flutter with the movement of his hands.

After tidying up his clothes, Lu Misheng put on a smirk again, turned his head and asked Tang Ling, "Does it look good?"

Tang Ling naturally ignored him, turned his head to one side, and hummed a single sound in his nose.

After hearing this, Lu Misheng turned around with a wry smile.There was a pair of heavy iron shackles in the closet. Lu Misheng shook his head lightly, and stuffed the iron shackles that had been hidden earlier, deeper, and did not intend to take them out.

This kind of thing is not suitable for him to appear again.After being under house arrest for so many days, it's time to let him go.

Lu Misheng wiped his face and put on a perfect smile again.Taking advantage of Tang Ling's inattention, he sneaked another kiss and walked away.

Lu Misheng will be here for at least a whole day, this is a major ceremony in the sect, and all disciples of the Ming sect must attend, so it is inevitable that they will be negligent in guarding against it.It's a great opportunity.

Tang Ling tiptoed to open the door, stretched out his head to look around, but found that there was no one in the vast desert.He closed the door lightly and entered the room again.Looking at the familiar furnishings and smelling the familiar smell, today he can finally get rid of this small house where he was forced to live in a small house for several months.

Can't help chuckling, Tang Ling straightened his clothes, put on his mask, and fled.

Having not practiced martial arts for several months, the light kung fu was a little rusty. Tang Ling swayed, spread out his thousand wings, and flew towards the east.But the desert was boundless and the sun was scorching. Tang Ling lost his strength after walking for less than two hours.He staggered in the air and fell heavily to the ground, his palms were rubbed in the yellow sand, but his skin was already bleeding.

"Tsk." Tang Ling regretted his impulsiveness for not being fully prepared.The wound medicine was in the third shelf from the left in the cabinet in Lu Misheng's bedroom, and he actually forgot to bring some.

Tang Ling fell into a difficult situation again. At this moment, he repeated the exhaustion, lack of water and thirst when he first came to the desert.But this time, Lu Misheng did not come to feed him water.

Tang Ling got up again and brushed away the gravel from his palms.Without Lu Misheng, can he do nothing?Won't.He is a big brother of the Tang Sect, how could he die in this desert.

【Let you turn into a dry bone in this desert? 】

Lu Misheng's words suddenly echoed in his ears, and Tang Ling knew that he was tired and had hallucinations.

will not be dry bones.Absolutely not.

Tang Ling struggled to get up, and staggered towards the direction of the sunrise in the east.The footsteps are deep and one shallow, and the footprints are also messy.Memories of these days kept popping up in my mind, Lu Misheng's smiling face, Lu Misheng's leather whip, Lu Misheng's pilgrimage words, and Lu Mi's soft and delicate kiss.

Before the last trace of consciousness wandered away, Tang Ling vaguely saw figures of people in the distance. ?