Reborn as a thief and a husband

Shake off the clothes, and start putting them on.

During this period, Lu Ziye kept staring at him. At the end, his eyes were even a little distracted. It was obvious that his soul was wandering, and he didn't know what to think.

A small white hand dangled in front of his eyes, and when he came back to his senses, what he saw was a tangled little face, as if he was marrying a daughter, but the son-in-law didn't like it.

"Here, I'll give you one." Bearing the pain in his heart, he pushed a 5000 tael bank note over. Lu Ziye was slightly surprised and looked at him suspiciously.

"After all, this money was won by you, so don't feel pressured to use it, oh, and this," the second card was also pushed over, "Please keep it for me, you have high martial arts skills, it is estimated that it will be difficult for others to accept you." Take it away and leave it to you, I'm at ease, don't let me down."

I didn't understand the meaning of Nan Feng's words, but he accepted them all as he said, and said: "I will keep it for you when it is completely dry."

"Thank you."

"My boy, I'm finally back, ah, so much money," Mudan stepped in from the door refreshed, and when she saw the banknotes on the table, she unceremoniously reached out and took them. He grabbed his hand and said, "Don't touch those! I'm ready, enough for this journey."

"Really?" Peony stared at the attractive ticket a little unwillingly, and muttered in her mouth: "As a teacher, don't follow you to endure hardships and stand hard work. As a teacher, you only eat good food and use good ones along the way. Is the money taken enough to squander for the teacher?"

"Absolutely!" Nan Feng dragged him to his side, raised two fingers to swear, and Lu Ziye, who had been neglected for a while, suddenly said, "Are you leaving?"

【034】Wine is not intoxicating

"Yeah, we're going to—"

"Travel!" Nanfeng took the master's words in a hurry, "You also know that the old man is getting old, and his time is running out. He wants to go out and have a look, take a walk, and relax. Don't you think so, master? "

Brat, do you have a respectable, amiable, handsome, mature and charming master? !

Mudan glanced at Nanfeng in puzzlement and resentment, a little bit understood, but a little bit confused, but Nanfeng must have his intentions when he said this, so he nodded cooperatively.

"Then, I..."

"Why can't you go, right? It's chaotic outside, you'd better stay here and practice. It's enough to have me with the master." Before Lu Ziye could finish speaking, Nan Feng once again showed his superb sentence making ability And the level of imagination.

"No." Surprisingly, Lu Ziye didn't propose to go together, but said slowly: "What I want to say is, you can leave after tonight, and have a meal together tonight, when I practice for you Fine."

"Practice?"

A crescent moon hangs low, and a glass of quiet wine should be cold. The three masters and apprentices gather together for the first time, and have a peaceful meal.

Nanfeng doesn't pick anything when he eats. Influenced by the people around him, he doesn't gobble up food as if he was rushing to reincarnate. Instead, he waits until the food is completely chewed and swallows it before he lifts his chopsticks to pick up the food.

Peony fills cup after cup of flower wine, and pours it down, such a charming moonlight, such an elegant and quiet scene, everyone will be intoxicated by the scene without wine, and feel a little melancholy inexplicably.

When the food was almost finished, Lu Ziye said warmly: "Nanfeng, give me your flute, let's change it." He took off the tassel hanging from his waist, and stretched out his palm to Nanfeng.

"Oh, good." I didn't understand his intentions, but he obediently lowered his head and took off the piccolo tied around his waist, took the tassel, and put the piccolo in Lu Ziye's hands.

Lu Ziye took a sip of water to moisten his throat, then raised the piccolo, put it to his lips, and began to blow gently.

Whoa!I didn't expect him to play the flute!Nanfeng and Mudan looked at each other tacitly, and they both saw the incredible expression in each other's eyes.

The sound of the flute is melodious, and the smooth and pleasant melody reveals a touch of desolation, which evokes the helplessness and fragility in the deepest part of people's hearts. Family affection and love are the constant fetters in this life.

Peony rested her chin and listened quietly with her eyes blurred, Nanfeng also stopped her chopsticks, and lowered her eyes not to look at the most lovesick moon.

The night wind was blowing, the night was as cool as water, when the song ended, Peony said quietly: "I'm going to kill that one who kills a thousand swords."

Pfft... His master's name is weird, but he is also so weird. After listening to such a beautiful piece of music, shouldn't he give a compliment first? What's the situation with this nonsensical sentence?

Seeing that the two apprentices were confused, he chuckled, but there was an unconcealable anger in his smile, "That flute was not given to him by me at all, damn it, what I gave was replaced by a defective one. Xiao Yong, do you think that you don't need your head when you grow taller, it's okay, the young master represents the moon to cut you... hiccup..."

After hiccupping, Mudan got up and was about to leave. Nanfeng quickly grabbed his arm and said, "Master, are you drunk? Why are you talking nonsense?"

"I'm not drunk!" Impatiently waving his hand away, Peony turned her head to look at the piccolo, the one he gave to Xiao Yong, the color is a bit darker than this one, and when you look closely, it reveals a faint magnificence The blood red is because his blood was dripped into the piccolo, and although this piccolo is extremely similar to that one, it is either it is not! ! !

He and Xiao Yong are both men, and one is a demon king and the other is a god. If they decide to be together, they are destined to be unable to live a stable life. This piccolo is equivalent to a token of love. Give the token of love to the two apprentices. Opinion, they are all family anyway, but this token of love is not the original one, and what is it, he has to ask clearly!

Nanfeng's head turned quickly, relying on what the master said just now, he guessed the matter very closely, at least Xiao Yong also saved his life, at that time he promised others to say more good things about him in front of the master, so he persuaded him He said: "Master, this may be a misunderstanding. Senior Xiao may think that the flute you gave him is very precious, so he put it away properly, and take the substitute to comfort you when he can't see you, Master. It is also possible ah!"

Peony sneered, shook her head and refused to accept this statement, and taught the ignorant little mouse to say: "In our place, tokens of love must be carried close to your body. Once lost or broken, it is not good. signs, and if he does not wear it without a legitimate reason, it can only explain one problem."

Swallowing, Nan Feng had a bad intuition, and said in a low voice, "What's the problem?"

"This relationship is over!"

ah? ! !It's so serious, Nanfeng wanted to say something to make it up, but Mudan was already carrying the flagon, drank one mouthful after another, and walked away shaking.

Then came the sound of admonitions, nailing his footsteps to catch up: "Don't follow me, you can go to bed after eating, I will be back on time tomorrow morning!"

It turned out that it wasn't that the master didn't love deeply, but that his love was hidden and could not be expressed until the critical time.

But looking at Senior Xiao's appearance, it doesn't look like he is going to break up with the master. The man only looks like a "person" with affection and righteousness when he is facing the master. Based on this alone, he dares to say, tonight, The master will definitely lose, lose, and die.

Alas... Teachers are not allowed to stay.

The two apprentices followed the master's instructions, washed after eating, and slept after washing, but when they slept until midnight, Nanfeng was awakened by a strange noise in a daze.

He was a very light sleeper, and a little movement could pull him out of his dream. In the dim night, he could only see a rough figure sitting on the other side of the bed. Nanfeng was startled, and most of his sleepiness was driven away.

"You...you, you, are you a human or a ghost?" He dared to speak hoarsely, his sleepy voice was full of laziness, and in this silent night, it had the power to seduce people.

The black figure seemed to froze for a moment, and a familiar voice floated into his ears: "I... I just woke up at night, sorry to disturb you."

Damn, it turned out to be Lu Ziye, it's so scary for you to sit there in the middle of the night without sleeping!

But, it's weird, Lu Ziye has always been calm, and he usually thinks twice before speaking. It's hard to imagine him hesitating. Curiosity sprung up like mushrooms after the rain. Nan Feng simply got up and got out of bed to order something. Candle.

"Hello!" The person on the bed wanted to stop him, but it was too late. The dim candlelight illuminated the tidy and clean hut. Nan Feng turned to look at him, but saw that the other party...embarrassed...turned his head...no Dare to look at him! ! !

I'll go, what's wrong with this kind of bride's sense of sight...

[035] Who did you have sex with in your dream?

"What's wrong with you?" Rubbing his eyes, he swayed to the bed with his shoes, stood by the edge of the bed, and asked with concern.

"No...it's okay, I said I just got up at night! You can continue to rest."

"Then you're up, why are you still sitting here?" Nanfeng didn't know what he was going to do in the middle of the night, and his not sober mind gave him a feeling of illusion.

"I... I'm done getting up." Lu Ziye tightened the quilt uncomfortably, his eyes dodged, obviously ghostly.

Nanfeng glanced at him up and down, his eyes fixed on the two hands he was holding on to the quilt, so hard, it seemed that there was an absolutely ulterior secret hidden under the quilt.

"Then... go to sleep quickly, don't just sit around." Nan Feng didn't intend to move, and stood by the bed with his chest folded and looked at him full of inquiry.

Lu Ziye bit his well-shaped lower lip. In an awkward posture, he pulled the quilt over his body and fell down slowly.

The moment his head was about to touch the pillow, his body was empty, and the corner of the quilt in his hand was quickly pulled away. Subconsciously startled, he hurriedly curled up his legs, trying to cover his body.