Immortal sword edge

Tang Mu has been coming to Wanmei Villa for several days, saying that he is here to be a servant, but his treatment is comparable to that of a distinguished guest.

Eating well, drinking well, sleeping well every day, watching the clouds and enjoying the flowers when I have nothing to do, my life is extremely leisurely.

It's a pity that within a few days of such a leisurely life, it was interrupted by a sword thrown by the owner of the villa on a whim one day.

Looking at the crescent moon in the west that has not yet set, he yawned big, his eyelids were heavy, and all the sleepy bugs appeared, clamoring for sleep.

Unexpectedly, his thick back was hit hard, Tang Mu grunted in pain, his drowsy mind finally came to his senses, and when he raised his head, he saw a strange long sword headed towards him draw.

Tang Mu was startled, and subconsciously raised his hand, clang—the two swords collided, making an ear-piercing sound.

The man on the opposite side slowly retracted his sword, and said coldly, "Are you awake?"

Tang Mu nodded fiercely, and raised his hand to wipe the non-existent cold sweat on his forehead. He knew that the other party was showing mercy. Otherwise, with his three-legged skill, how could he be able to withstand the long sword drawn by the owner of Wanmei Villa? !Thinking of the heavy knock just now, his teeth became cold, and his back seemed to hurt even more.

Ximen Chuuxue didn't apologize at all, and said indifferently: "From today on, get up at Mao every day, and practice swords with me!"

"What——" the high-pitched voice was caught in his throat by a cold glance, he shrank his neck, and muttered to himself, how did little Axue, who was soft and soft when he was a child, become so powerful when he grew up!It makes people dare not take a breath.But even though I'm a little scared, I still need to ask clearly.

Holding the hilt of his sword, he asked suspiciously: "Why did you suddenly teach me how to practice swords? I'm old, so it shouldn't be suitable for me."

Ximen Chuuxue was silent for a moment, and said: "The martial arts are high so that they won't be kidnapped casually."

Tang Mu's complexion changed, his eyes widened, "You know?"

Ximen Chuuxue didn't answer, which was obviously nonsense.

Tang Mu said again: "When did you know?"

"At Ao's house." Maybe I didn't see it at first, after all, the gentle and handsome man in front of me is so different from the fat man with a shy smile more than ten years ago, no matter who it is, it is impossible for anyone to unite the two. But he is not an idiot after all, the sweet-scented osmanthus cakes that appear one after another, and the shining eyes when looking at him, no matter how dull he is, he will still notice a little difference. It's not surprising that he came out.

"So you knew it so long ago," Tang Mu said with a complicated expression, "Then why didn't you say it?"

"I thought it was because you didn't want to." Don't want to recognize me!He clearly recognized him when he saw him for the first time, but he didn't mean to recognize him at all. He thought maybe it was because he hadn't seen him for more than ten years, and there was some gap between them after all, not as close as they were when they were young. , but the plates of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes delivered to him without a trace still broke his mind. No matter how much the other party's appearance has changed and what his temperament has become, there is always a part of him that maintains Xu Baoer. look.

Uh, Tang Mu was speechless. He rubbed his nose and said, "Isn't it because Xiao Ximen suddenly became a well-known sword god in Jianghu? I was so surprised, so I didn't dare to recognize each other." His black eyes glanced over, and he was inexplicably guilty. With a dry cough, he said, "Aren't you going to teach me how to practice swords? But I have no talent for martial arts since I was a child. You know that, and now I am too old Are you sure you want me to learn?"

Ximen Chuuxue nodded, "You really aren't good enough to practice martial arts, but fortunately, these hands are good enough to hold a sword. Hard work can make up for weakness, you don't need to be a first-class master, being able to protect yourself is enough!"

Tang Mu knew that the other party was doing it for his own good, and he also knew that once a man like Ximen Chuuxue said something, he would never change, but thinking of the sleep he was about to sacrifice, he still wanted to struggle hard, "I'm just a small person, and I'm not here. The gangsters in the rivers and lakes, how can anyone deal with me when they are full! Besides, even if something happens to me, won’t there be you? You once said that you will protect me, have you forgotten? I support you, who dares to harm me?!"

Ximen Chuuxue's eyes drooped slightly, "There are always times when I'm not around."

Tang Mu's mind is so sharp that he could hear the slight strangeness in his voice almost immediately. He looked at him blankly, and a flash of light flashed in his mind. Could it be that this person has always been concerned about the fact that he was taken away when he was a child? Yu Huai?

A faint feeling of emotion welled up in my heart instantly, and the incomparably hard heart that had been tempered by countless plots and malicious betrayals unexpectedly softened.

Ximen Fuxue... He closed his eyes, for a childhood friend whom he hasn't seen for more than ten years, you shouldn't be so nice to him.If one day, he took advantage of your unpreparedness to bite you back, what would you do?

So far, the daily sword practice time has been decided under the insistence of Ximen Chuuxue, and he tried his best to resist to no avail.This practice lasted for more than two months.

Every day at Mao time, someone would lift him from the bed, wield his sword for an hour, then take a bath shaking his hands and feet, have breakfast, and then go back to his room shaking his hands and feet, lying on the couch for the maid to massage his sore muscles, and wait until lunchtime. At meal time, it finally got better.After lunch, he took a short nap, and then it was still time for sword practice until sunset. He had to master the sword skills Ximen Chuuxue taught him, otherwise he would be beaten!So, when he held his rice bowl for dinner, he was still shaking his hands and feet.

After a long day, when he climbed into bed, he felt sore all over his body, and all his bones seemed to be falling apart.He was obviously very tired, but he couldn't fall asleep anyway, and when he finally fell asleep, it was dawn again.Then repeat the previous day's life again.

Tang Mu wanted to cry but had no tears. He felt that he had never been so lucky in his life.In the Rakshasa sect, what cheap daddy wants is just a puppet, an obedient trash, not to mention that he was originally not talented in martial arts, even if he was talented, cheap daddy would not let him practice martial arts hard, otherwise, It is definitely not his turn to take the position of young leader.

Therefore, he only needs to be responsible for eating, drinking and having fun, and appreciate the beauties every day.Even if the original Xu Baoer could endure hardships, after so many years of enjoyment, the "degenerate" Yu Tianbao would definitely not be able to bear it.

It's not that he never thought about giving up, but whenever this thought flashed across his mind, seeing the firm eyes of the other party and the tonic that he personally prescribed every night, a warm current surged in his heart, and then Grit your teeth and stick with it.

He rubbed his forehead and smiled wryly, he is really not a masochist!It's just that no matter what, I can't bear to disappoint a person who has no selfish intentions to treat me well!

The days passed day by day, even he himself did not expect that he would persist for more than two months, and such persistence is not without benefits, his current body and martial arts are much higher than before, comparable to Ximen Chuuxue's The relationship has also become closer, the gap between each other due to the long separation has completely disappeared, and it seems to have returned to the intimacy of childhood in a trance.

This kind of life is not bad, although it is a bit hard, it gives him an unprecedented satisfaction, and sometimes he even has a thought that it is good to continue like this.But that's all, he clearly knows that he can't live such a peaceful and leisurely life forever, because he is not only Tang Mu, but also the young leader of the Western Demon Cult!

Although he knew that the peaceful days would pass, he never thought that this day would come so soon.

What broke the calm were two guests who suddenly appeared in the villa, the four-browed Lu Xiaofeng and the gentleman's modest Huamanlou.

As we all know, Lu Xiaofeng has a flirtatious temperament, but if he sees a better-looking woman, although he is not too impatient to walk, his voice will definitely drop by more than one notch.

But there are exceptions to everything. There is only one woman in this world that he absolutely dare not provoke or offend, and that is the housekeeper of Wanmei Villa——Han Shuying.

Of course, this was not only because of Ximen Chuuxue, in fact, Han Shuying was an incomparably tough existence.

Forget the past!

Can you imagine that a man just said a few words of praise because the other party is beautiful, and then based on the inertia of the past, the words were slightly inappropriate, and the other party had his acupuncture points tapped, stripped naked, and his whole body Hanging naked in the yard, smiling and looking up and down, commenting.

Is this something a woman can do? !

But he couldn't beat it, and it was only then that he knew that Wanmei Villa was really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger, a young and beautiful woman who looked delicate and soft on the surface, but her martial arts skills were unfathomable, not to mention him, I am afraid that there is no such thing in the world Some of them were her opponents, and he was the one who lost his sight, his eyeballs were covered with paper, so it is not too unjust to suffer such a big somersault.

For a long time after that incident, he would cast shadows on women, not to mention flirting with them, but whenever he saw someone wearing a skirt, his body would tense up, his face would turn pale, and then disappear with a whoosh .Even now, a few years later, when facing a woman in a red dress, his palms would sweat.

As for the culprit, he avoided it as much as he could. If he couldn't avoid it, he had to pull someone to stand in front of him, and then he had to bite the bullet.

For example, at this moment, he is clearly hiding behind Hua Manlou, but he can still feel the half-smile in her eyes, and the smile that is absolutely beautiful and charming to others, but not much better than a devil to him.

He subconsciously tugged at the clothes on his body, and he was relieved only after touching the softness of the fabric.