Colleagues of Zhang Liang [comprehensive] Mu Liangqing

The crow in the forest suddenly neighed, cutting through the dead silence on the sword training platform.

No one said anything, and Cang Lingzi's tone became more impatient: "Who is it?"

Helping the punished to reduce the punishment without permission is equivalent to deceiving the respected teacher, which is a first-class crime.If you admit it at this time, you will definitely not escape severe punishment.But if no one stood up, then all the disciples would be guilty together.

Sweat broke out on Zhang Liang's forehead, his lips were pursed into a line, he took two deep breaths of the cool air, stopped his moves, closed his eyes and said loudly: "I."

Cang Lingzi turned his head back, "You?" He didn't believe it, but Zhang Liang admitted it himself, and he didn't have any other excuses, so he didn't ask the reason, went straight to him, and stopped in front of him, "Do you know the consequences?"

Zhang Liang clenched his fists, trying to regain some strength, "I probably know."

Cang Lingzi showed the whip in his hand, which looked like snake skin under the daylight, and said: "Ten whips."

"Ha--" the surrounding disciples all inhaled. On weekdays, if someone is whipped five times, they will be kept in the house the next day, and they don't need to practice martial arts.After these ten lashes, Zhang Liang was as thin as a piece of paper, how could he bear it?

All of a sudden, a group of people headed by Guan Qing stepped forward to intercede, but was scared away by Cang Lingzi's words, "Anyone who says another word will be guilty of the same crime".

The birds in the forest seem to have sensed something, flapping their wings in a hurry and flying away.

Snapped!

Snapped!

Snapped!

The whip fell on him mercilessly, Zhang Liang bit his lower lip, and it took a lot of willpower to hold back his tears.After all, he was only seven years old, with thin skin and a small body, and he didn't cry only because of his stubbornness.

During the whole process, Ximen Yan stood aside with blank eyes and a blank face.Guan Qing reprimanded him for being hard-hearted, but he just raised his eyes lightly and said, "Is it useful to be warm-hearted?"

Guan Qing was so angry that his hands shook, and he vowed to break off relations with him for one hundred days.Ximen Yan only folded his arms, "It doesn't matter."

Not out of anger, it really doesn't matter.Since he joined the teacher's school, he has not spoken more than ten sentences to his brothers, which can barely be counted as nodding acquaintances.He never bothered to maintain such a dispensable relationship.

At that time, Zhang Liang had just turned seven years old and tried corporal punishment for the first time in his life.The pain pierced through the skin to the bone, and his breathing was trembling - he felt sorry for Zhang Zhi, who was going to be beaten every now and then.

In the evening, Guan Qing was very considerate and took care of his elder brother, and personally delivered the meal to Zhang Liang's room. After entering the door, he looked left and right, "Isn't Xiao Yan here?"

Zhang Liang was resting on the bed, and raised his head when he heard the sound, "Senior brother? Oh, Senior Xiong has something to go out."

Guan Qing snorted coldly, and kicked the door shut, "It's better to go out, just look at him and get angry!"

Zhang Liang's face lost its color due to the whip wounds, and he asked softly, "Elder brother, why are you so angry?"

"Isn't that Ximen Yan? I made a mistake and implicated others." Guan Qing looked at the smile on his lips, and said, "Oh, forget it, let's not talk about it!" Put the tray on the wooden stool beside the bed On the table, You Xin sighed: "It's just you, you can still laugh after being whipped."

Zhang Liang supported the edge of the bed and sat up, saying: "Zifang bears the consequences of her wrongdoing, she is upright, of course she can laugh."

Guan Qing handed him the chopsticks and said, "If you want me to tell you, you shouldn't bother him. A person like him doesn't know what to do, no matter how nice he is to him, he doesn't respond. Look, you've suffered for him. Injury, he can't even see a shadow."

Zhang Liang took the chopsticks, felt dry mouth, and filled half a bowl of soup to drink, "It's the stone that Zifang moved by himself, and it was my own fault that Master found out about the incident."

The corner of Guan Qing's mouth twitched, feeling that this person was stupefied by the whip, "Are you... all right?"

If Ximen Yan hadn't contradicted Cang Lingzi and was hung on the tree for so long, Zhang Liang would not have softened his heart to help him.In the end, he didn't get half of the thank you words, but took all the guilt on himself.

Zhang Liang thought carefully about the strength of the whip today, and smiled again: "It's okay. In fact, Master has already lenient the net today. When he beat his tired senior brother, he could see blood with just one blow of the whip, but today he beat me but not. He cut back The strength, the ovary knows."

Guan Qing shouted in his heart: No matter how light it is, it is still ten whips ah ah ah ah——

He felt that there was an obstacle in communicating with Zhang Liang, or that he was too old to keep up with the thoughts of children.So he only spit out a few bad things about Ximen Yan, and after Zhang Liang finished eating, he packed up the dishes and left.

Guan Qing carefully closed the door for Zhang Liang, fearing that the evening wind would catch him cold.

Just turning his head, he met Shang Ximen's gloomy eyes.

"Hey!" Guan Qing jumped in fright, and then angrily reprimanded, "Why are you walking so silently!"

Ximen ignored his words and only warned: "Next time you speak ill of me, don't stay in my room."

The expression on Guan Qing's face froze, he gritted his teeth and said, "...how long have you been at the door?"

He was answered with a "bang" closing the door.

After a while, Guan Qing came back to his senses and whispered, "His grandfather's! Who lives here!"

One has a smiling face all the time, and the other has a dark face all the time!Terrible!

Zhang Liang felt that the pain in his back was getting worse, thinking that he would not be able to sleep tonight, so he took bamboo slips from the corner, intending to add some spiritual food.As soon as he opened a book, Ximen Yan came back.So I greeted him as usual: "Brother Tired."

As usual, Ximen Yan let out a "hmm".

It's just that behind the "hmm" tonight, a small bottle flew in.

General Zhang Liang caught it and asked doubtfully, "This is it?"

Ximen lay down on the bed angrily, and explained for the first time: "I don't like to owe favors."

Zhang Liang was stunned for a moment, opened the cork, and a strong smell of medicine came to his face, he suddenly understood what it was, and then asked, "Where did you get the medicine?"

Simon gave him a sideways look in disgust, "If you don't report on me, no one will know."

Zhang Liang understands - this indifferent and annoying senior brother has become a gentleman for him once.

"But if Master finds out, you—"

The words that he hadn't finished speaking suddenly stopped, Zhang Liang received the impatient and terrifying eyes from the other party, he slowed down, and then smiled: "...uh, thank you, brother."

Ximen Yan didn't make a sound, and accepted his thanks.

Zhang Liangkuan undressed, pulled his hair back in front of his body, and stood in front of the bronze mirror to apply the medicine.Those purple wounds are all on the back, and it is very inconvenient to apply the medicine.His fingers were dipped in a little ointment, and then he twisted his backhand and stretched it back, spreading it evenly on the wound.

The house was quiet, and the occasional chirping of insects outside the pavilion was also very clear.

After about two sticks of incense passed, Zhang Liangcai managed to finish the medicine. (That's right, Ximen Yan just watched the whole process and didn't help)

Seeing that Ximen Yan had no intention of going to sleep, Zhang Liang put on his clothes and sat by the lamp to read a book.

Ximen Yan, who had been silent for a long time, finally moved. He glanced at the other's empty bed and asked, "Don't you have a quilt?"

As slow as he is, it took a month to find out that the person living with him didn't have a quilt.

Hearing this, Zhang Liang lowered his head in embarrassment, "If you want to bring these books, there will be no place to put the quilts. But it's summer now, and the nights are not cold at all. Let's wait for two months until the weather cools down and then think of a way."

Ximen Yan held the back of his head and didn't say anything.

Zhang Liang was used to him asking questions without a sentence, so it was not surprising, so he continued to read.The hundred volumes he brought are all high-quality goods, many of which cannot be bought in the market.He reads slowly and needs to turn over an hour every day before he can sleep peacefully.Even without Mr. Professor's explanation, he read it with gusto.In fact, no one is better to teach. Reading is the wisdom of the person who reads and writes. If you read it thoroughly and understand it, it becomes your own wisdom.When the master was teaching, he relayed the principles he understood to the students. Zhang Liang didn't like to eat second-hand food like this, so he often comprehended it alone.

It's just that today he was really tired, and he went to see Duke Zhou in less than half an hour.

He didn't know that after he finally fell asleep due to drowsiness, a pair of cold and generous palms carried him back to the bed, closed the doors and windows, and covered him with his own quilt.

...... Warm dividing line......

In Zhang Liang's memory, Ximen Yan was a quiet person, very indifferent.But when he was a few years older, he discovered that Ximen Yan was actually cold on the outside and hot on the inside. It was just that he had suffered some things, so he sealed his heart layer by layer, afraid of being touched by others, and even more afraid of opening the thick hole when he touched it. The shackles, but found that the heart inside was bloody.

A cold person was once enthusiastic, but someone extinguished his enthusiasm bit by bit.When he wanted to ignite it again, he forgot the warm feeling, so he didn't want to, gave up, it didn't matter.

Ximen Yan's swordsmanship is well practiced, coupled with his high comprehension, he stands out from all his disciples and progresses rapidly.Cang Lingzi was very satisfied with this, and taught him a set of "Nineteen Swords of the Chongyang Festival", which was his housekeeping skill when he was in the rivers and lakes.Ximen is tired of practicing hard every day, and his martial arts has advanced to another level.

In the autumn of that year, the climate became cooler, and the maple leaves in Cangshan Mountain turned red all over the mountain.A group of youths in their prime are dancing swords in the maple leaf forest. The white clothes match the red leaves, which is quite poetic and picturesque.

However, after the poetic and picturesque, we still have to worry about daily life.

——That's right, Zhang Liang still didn't get a new quilt. When Ximen Yan threw his own quilt to him for the one hundred and one time, he finally said, "Senior Brother Yan, the quilt belongs to you."

Ximen Yan still rested his arm on the back of his head and said, "I'm not cold."

Zhang Liang looked out of the window, worried: "But, it's autumn now, and it's always cooler in the mountains at night, how can you not be cold?"

Ximen glanced at him tiredly, and said, "I have good internal strength, unlike you."

Zhang Liang was a little dissatisfied, "I, I have good internal strength, Master praised me today." He carried the quilt over and spread it on Ximen Yan, "Anyway, I will cover you with this quilt, and I will tell Master tomorrow, Ask Jiange if there are many quilts."

Ximen Yan frowned, "I asked, but no."

Zhang Liang was puzzled, "It shouldn't be... such a big Jiange, how can there be no more than one quilt... I will go to the master tomorrow, the big deal, ask him to borrow some silver, and go down the mountain to buy it." " He vowed to walk towards his bed, but he didn't think about the next moment when he was pulled back abruptly.

"Hey!"

Zhang Liang whispered, dazedly being held in Ximen's arms, "Brother?"

Without further ado, Ximen Yan wrapped him in a quilt to form spring rolls, and asked him to roll twice on the bed to compact the spring rolls.Then he got up, and with a palm wind, he pushed the two beds together, "Sleep together, so you don't have to worry about it."

Zhang Liang struggled in the spring rolls, revealing a pair of big eyes from under the quilt, never forgetting the purpose of this visit, "But you still didn't cover yourself with the quilt."

Ximen clicked his tongue in disgust, pulled out the quilt, and covered the two of them, "If you talk again, I will throw you out."

Zhang Liang pursed his mouth, a piece of pink flesh slipped out of his lower lip, and finally lowered his head quietly.He was surrounded by Ximen Yan's arms, feeling very at ease.Those arms are very powerful and warm, even... a little hot.Then he sighed sadly: According to the rumors, those heroes with world-class martial arts survived the winter in only a single suit, which seems somewhat believable.

Ximen Yan lowered his eyes, glanced at the soft black hair on the top of his head, and his expression eased slightly.

For the next four and a half years, the two beds never moved again.

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