Lian Jun

After Laba, according to the customs of Yunzhou, preparations for the New Year began one after another.Wei Chiqi had even more reason to run into the city, buying this and that, always buying something for the New Year, and soon he wanted to bring a well-wrapped young master.

Jiang Tang is not afraid of the wind and snow, but Wei Chi takes his heart.What did you say that it was so easy to get some meat back, but what if I got typhoid fever?Wei Chiqi was always thinking about the high fever he had in the palace that year, when he was attacked by internal damage and external attack, he was really sick.

Jiang Tang often comes, and Wei Chixi often goes, either staying or staying.The old farm owner of Wei stopped beaking his son after the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival.Mrs. Wei was still the same, she rarely saw Jiang Tang.If there is anything, he will send someone to deliver it, or make a double copy of his son's things in silence.Jiang Tang knew very well what it means to be a parent, and he was very grateful that Mrs. Wei treated him like this.

Today, I mainly want to meet He'an.

This foreigner child has worshiped his master ever since he was sent to Feiya Villa.As long as the family is trained by Ming Yun, let alone go back to the city to see him, it is easy to not see him when he comes.Jiang Tang was thinking about him again, and after hearing from Wei Chiqi that everything was fine, he still wanted to have a chance to see for himself.

When today came, Wei Chiqi asked Mingyun to bring his little apprentice back from the training ground.

"I'm thinner and taller." Jiang Tang pulled He'an to look left and right, his words were mixed with joy and worry, and he felt a sense of love for his elders.

The person who is usually as hard as a frozen stone in the nine cold winters, let Jiang Tang hold hands, obedient and honest.He asked and answered, and when Jiang Tang noticed the abrasion on the back of his hand, he pushed the cuff up again, and there were still some purple marks, as if he had been injured by a fall.

Jiang Tang froze for a moment, and wanted to look at other wounds. He'an had already pressed his hand, and told him in not-so-fluent Central Plains dialect: "It doesn't hurt, climb the mountain, the mountain is not high."

Why this training method...

Mr. Xiao Jiang felt distressed.

He'an said softly and seriously again: "It doesn't hurt."

As a master, Mingyun had no expression on his face, he folded his arms and looked up, as if the apprentice was not his.

Before his little son was so distressed that he wanted to rub him in his arms, Wei Chiqi took him back with one hand and drove He'an to his master with the other.

He'an staggered a little after being chased away by that wave of his hand. Ming Yun remembered that the boy's leg was still not healed, so he stretched out his hand to help him.He'an looked up at him, his eyes were as green as green seals, and he stood still without saying thank you.

Mingyun didn't care too much about his thanks.

I just thought of the apprentice that the master of the Shaozhuang pointed out, his bones were okay, but his mouth was so tight that it seemed to be sewn to death.Where there is training, if you can't do it, you have to do it. Struggling to the limit, I almost lost my life.

These injuries on his body are from the last time I followed the special training around the mountain with my juniors. At that time, I let him get familiar with it first, but this kid tried his best to learn exactly the same.He has no lightness skills, and when he jumped over the mountains and ravines, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, but he still caught it by himself.When I fell, I was pierced into my calf by an inch-long sharp wood, and it was not completely healed.

All the way back, I was stunned and didn't say a word.When returning to the villa to apply the medicine, the ten-year-old baby was about to grit his teeth, and his face was covered in cold sweat.

Mingyun asked him while applying the medicine, "Why didn't you call for help?"

At that time, Mingyun led the team and ran at the front, while He'an was at the bottom.If it hadn't been discovered by someone from behind, the little tail that had stubbornly followed all the way was gone, and it would have been buried at the bottom of the ditch by the snow.It either froze to death, or crippled that leg.

He'an didn't answer him first, but showed an extremely rare other expression, half puzzled, fixedly looking at this so-called master.

He said, "I didn't think about it, I relied on others to save me."

Or rather, never, so never count on it.

Ming Yun nodded, feeling that such awareness is not bad.After all, if you encounter a desperate situation in the future, those who count on others are often the first to die at the edge of the knife.

But right now, this apprentice has no ability to save himself.So after wrapping up the gauze, I said to him: "No one else, but Master."

This is Ming Yun, who admitted his identity for the first time.

Previously, He'an had always thought that he was taking the order of the young village owner, just doing business.After all, they are really not like masters and apprentices. Mingyun treats him no differently from the disciples in the villa.

Even though Mingyun admitted it, He'an still didn't like to call him "Master".

Jiang Tang also knew that there is no way to practice martial arts without suffering.But I still couldn't stop feeling distressed, and told me in a soft voice not to be brave, but to take things step by step.

Wei Chiqi didn't expect that his little son could have so much to say.On weekdays, he is not so enthusiastic towards himself.

Then he interjected and said: "We practiced martial arts in the past, and we suffered a lot more injuries than this brat, what is this..."

Feeling somewhat disdainful, he sized up the slender He'an for a while, saying that the stupid bird flies first, and the lack of talent will naturally suffer more.I completely forgot who took the initiative to lure people to the villa.

I also wondered in my heart: It seems that throwing people to Mingyun is really a good decision, at least after suffering these days, the violent temper that would draw a knife and desperately change at every turn.Probably because he knew that he was fighting for nothing, so it would be better to be able to do it again in the future.

In fact, He'an stood for quite a while, his leg injury could not bear it any longer, and his little face was still tensed and he didn't say a word.Mingyun stood, and he followed suit.He was originally very fair complexion, but now his complexion is not good, and he can't tell it for a while.

Jiang Tang was counting the big burdens he brought up.Even though he knew that there was no shortage of anything in Feiya Villa, he would certainly not be short of taking care of a child.I still brought a lot of clothes, hats, shoes and socks, snacks and other things for the winter.He also said that he would bring some Jinchuang medicine next time.

The young master only wanted to have someone to take care of him, just like when he was living outside, someone would take care of him, so he would not have such a hard life.And He'an is really a good kid...

When she held his hand just now, he hid at first.Finally, after being covered by himself, he lowered his head and leaned over to explain in a low voice that it was his own hands.Jiang Tang laughed and hugged him even more.The child's eyes softened, and he quietly moved a few steps in front of him, and got closer.

Someone outside said that the weapons ordered by Feiya Villa had been delivered.Ming Yun said he would go and have a look, and took He'an away again.

Mingyun was in front, and He'an still followed quickly behind.

The wound on the calf hurts badly, and it feels worse in the cold winter wind passing through the corridor.He'an stopped and slowed down, bent over to support his leg, endured the pain, and breathed a sigh of relief.Looking up again, he almost bumped into a figure from behind.

Ming Yun stopped in front of him, bent his knees and half-kneeled, turned his back to the brash young apprentice, and said, "Come up."

The voice fell into the ears clearly, it was not in a negotiating tone, nor would it coax people, but was as concise as his usual style.

"No need." The words of refusal came out instinctively, faster than thinking and hesitating.

Only then did Mingyun turn his head to look at him, and He'an also stared at him, with the same pale and thin face, and the pupils of Bisheng emerald.

In the blink of an eye, it turned steeply up and down.

The disciple said, "Let me go, come down."

Master said: "No."

Among the newly arrived weapons was the set of nine fine steel flying knives that Wei Yinyin had been thinking about.Hearing what Mingfeng said, he hurriedly dragged him to watch it together.

Just as he was talking about asking Ming Feng to find Junior Brother He An to see if he liked it, he saw Brother Ming Yun approaching them from a distance.There was also a person on his shoulders, as if he was resisting a sack, but it didn't affect his steady pace in the slightest.

I thought they were going to come over after they got off the corridor, so I just happened to say hello.Unexpectedly, Ming Yun turned around with the person on his shoulders, as if it was the way to go back to the residence.

Wei Yinyin looked around for a while, seeing that figure turned around the corridor and disappeared, she pushed Ming Feng beside her and said strangely: "When will their relationship get better?"

Ming Feng smiled, holding a big oil umbrella for Wei Yinyin in his hand.Seeing that the little girl just probed her head, she tilted the umbrella to that side, and the fluttering snow fell outside them.

"There is always a good relationship between master and apprentice." Ming Feng said with a smile.