Jun Ruyu

Wen Chang checked Mo Zhuliu's injury again later, left a box of ointment, and told him that it would be cured after three days of application, but he himself said that he was in a hurry to go on vacation, but now he seemed in no hurry to leave.Mo Zhuliu asked him why he looked anxious every day, but Wen Chang gave Wen Ruohan a vicious look at Wen Ruohan who was shooting arrows on the school field, gritted his teeth and said it was okay, but he was afraid that the wolf would eat the rabbit.

Feeling the warm gaze, Wen Ruohan put down his bow and arrow, and looked in their direction. When his eyes touched Mo Zhuliu, the latter felt that there seemed to be a deliberate smile in those eyes. Zhuliu lowered his head in panic.

Wen Chang began to curse again in a low voice, and Mo Zhuliu believed that he would take out a handful of silver needles from his sleeve and throw them over in the next moment.

At this time, Wen Ruohan took the initiative to come over and said, "I haven't seen Changqing shoot an arrow for a long time, I really miss it, you are rarely free today, why don't you have a little competition with me?"

Wen Chang snorted coldly and said, "No need, don't you know my bad kung fu?"

"Then..." Wen Ruohan was also "understanding", he changed the subject and turned to Mo Zhuliu who was standing beside him, and said with a smile, "Mo Zhuliu, can you replace him?"

Mo Zhuliu originally wanted to decline saying that he had never practiced archery, but Wen Ruohan's appearance did not allow him to refuse.

"Since you want to be my follower, if you can't show any effort, you won't let others laugh at me, Wen Ruohan." He said so, Mo Zhuliu had no choice but to bite the bullet and take the longbow in his hand.

Wen Ruohan has been practicing for an hour, and the warmth of his palm is still on the bow.This bow should be his usual bow, and there are obvious wear and tear on it.Mo Zhuliu and Wen Chang had just been watching him from the sidelines. His appearance was slightly different from usual when he was practicing, with a correct expression, neither indifferent nor fake smiles. Before each arrow was shot, time seemed to There was a pause, the early summer sun in Qishan had brought some scorching heat, Wen Ruohan tied all his hair high into a ponytail, looking very capable, exuding the vigor and arrogance of a young man, making it impossible to look away.The moment the arrow flew out, it shone brightly like the sun, sweat splashed, and it was extremely bright.

"What?" Seeing that he was holding the bow and arrow in a daze, Wen Ruohan asked aloud.

Mo Zhuliu came back to his senses and said frankly, "I have never shot an arrow before."

Wen Ruohan was taken aback, couldn't help laughing, and said, "It's nothing, it's nothing, you shoot first, and I'll teach you."

Mo Zhuliu recalled the posture of him holding the bow and holding the arrow before, breathing slightly to calm himself down, but helpless, it should be because of the unhealed injury, his right arm holding the arrow was unstable and trembling uncontrollably. No bullseye.He felt Wen Ruohan watching him from the side, but the other party was silent, as if waiting for a good show.

"call--"

After adjusting his breath, Mo Zhuliu called out the aura in his body, turned his right hand slightly to guide the aura out, attached it to the arrow a little bit, then pulled the bowstring again, and let go——

"Whoosh!"

Hit the bullseye!

"very good."

Mo Zhuliu was startled, and turned his head to see that Wen Buyun appeared not far from them at some point. He was still sitting in the wooden wheelchair, but he didn't see any servants serving him. This wooden wheelchair is very hard to think about.However, Mo Zhuliu's idea was quickly overturned.

Wen Buyun didn't move his hands, but the wheels of the wooden wheelchair turned on their own, carrying him close to them.Wen Buyun stretched out his hand, Wen Ruohan leaned over and handed him the bow and arrow on the frame, but he only took one arrow.

"Good."

Wen Buyun whispered two words, picked up the arrow casually, and threw it forward like a dagger, but the arrow flew out at a speed invisible to the naked eye, directly piercing the bull's-eye as if it had just left the string, "pop" Nailed to the mud behind the target!

Mo Zhuliu immediately understood, cupped his hands, and said, "Thank you, Sect Master Wen for your guidance. It is rumored that Sect Master Wen created a magic spell with spiritual energy as the source when he was young. Spirit, which means that those who practice this technique are invincible. Seeing it today, it really lives up to its reputation."

"Spiritual energy is air, continuous and invisible, turning vegetation into blades is just a small trick, everyone can do it, the difficulty is how to use spiritual energy flexibly, it can be as strong as iron, and it can be invisible, while avoiding detection... Destroy everything." Wen Buyun said at the end, his tone sounded very tired, he looked at Mo Zhuliu, then at the absent-minded Wen Ruohan, whose eyes were still glued to the target just now.

Wen Ruohan said: "Father's technique sounds simple, but not everyone can learn it."

Wen Buyun nodded and said: "That's right, that's right. For thousands of years in the cultivation world, it's not that no one has tried the method of turning all things into spirits, but this is really a greedy method. Most of them haven't found out the right way, so they just rely on the aura Excessive, uncontrollable, obsessed and died, either blew up into mud, or turned into a mummified corpse. I was frivolous when I was young, and I accidentally figured out some trivial skills."

Wen Chang originally stood neatly behind Wen Buyun, but now he couldn't help but say: "Sovereign, you don't want to..."

Wen Buyun nodded slowly.Mo Zhuliu then saw the expression on the young man's face as if he had swallowed poison.

"You have already said that this technique is difficult to learn. Mo Zhuliu is not a cultivator in the first place. If he gets mad..."

Wen Ruohan said with a half smile but not a smile: "Father has been living in seclusion for a long time, and it's rare that he has such an interest. Wouldn't it be great if he would like to show his old style again?"

Mo Zhuliu saw that Wen Chang cursed silently behind Wen Buyun's back, and thought it was a little funny.Then he comforted: "Sect Master Wen also wants to help me. If I can use this to climb up the stairs, I will be able to assist Master Ruohan better in the future."

"You are quite enlightened." Wen Ruohan said.

Although Wen Buyun said that he would teach him, in fact, he only went down the mountain once a month, and wanted to take Mo Zhuliu up the mountain as well, but Wen Ruohan naturally refused, in his words:

"I managed to save a loyal subordinate, but father wants to teach him to be his own?"

The father and son fought openly and secretly, and Mo Zhuliu was caught in the middle, while Wen Chang sneered and ate melon seeds.

Wen Ruohan said seriously: "Father, the borders of our Wen family have been frequently provoked recently, if we don't take any action, I'm afraid those families will go too far."

Wen Buyun was silent.It was because of this that he went down the mountain this time.Since Qishan Wen's family announced their retirement more than ten years ago, the other big families respected them very much and never brought up the past.Wen Buyun disbanded the former army, and only recruited new soldiers to be trained by the old army.Everyone was very disappointed with Wen Buyun, who restrained her arrogance and ambition and even became cowardly.The problem is that many families under the Wen family used to be followers of Wen Buyun in his prime. The cultivator vainly wanted to take advantage of the situation to rise up, and took the opportunity to attack the Qishan Wen Sect and seize its territory.

They are delusional.Wen Ruohan thought coldly.He urged again and again, Wen Buyun had a headache, he just said: "Let me think about it."

Wen Buyun said that he would stay in Yanyang Palace for the next few days, Wen Ruohan seemed very satisfied, clapped his hands and immediately asked people to prepare dinner, and entertain his father well at night, this scene seemed indescribably strange, who I also couldn't figure out what this uncertain young master was thinking.

Wen Chang didn't stay for dinner, and finally decided to go to Gusu for a good vacation, but before he left, he was still angry, and while removing the bandage on Mo Zhuliu's arm, he muttered that he was so angry that I didn't care about it.

Mo Zhuliu wanted to divert his attention, so he asked him to bring some specialties from Gusu. Wen Chang thought about it carefully, and said that Chu Xia could just bring some loquats, and hummed a ditty while talking, popping up from time to time. To point out the words, he sang something like "The Loquat is Pretty after the Rain". Mo Zhuliu had never heard this kind of tune before, and it was so nice.

After dinner, Mo Zhuliu studied ink for Wen Ruohan in the study.Wen Ruohan was drawing a picture, and it was a strange beast. He used his pens frantically, and used up several pens.Under the lights, the monsters in the painting are vivid, as if they are about to jump out, but after all, they are imprisoned on the paper and cannot move.

"But the water tiger?" Mo Zhuliu asked.

Wen Ruohan threw the pen, and the ink splashed everywhere.He rolled his eyes, and looked indifferently at the young man beside him who was studying ink: "Oh, you actually knew?"

Mo Zhuliu said: "Yes. The scales on the water tiger are invulnerable to swords and guns. If you get them, you can use them as armor for self-defense. They are really treasures. I once saw a book in my father's library, and the records on it are all rare and rare. Beasts and the like are very interesting."

Wen Ruohan seemed a little pleasantly surprised, his eyes lit up a little, and he said, "Then your father is now... where is that book?"

Mo Zhuliu said: "My father has passed away, so the books should be confiscated."

"Oh, it's a pity." Wen Ruohan picked up his pen again, not knowing whether that pity was talking about people or stories.

"If the young master likes it, I know that there is a famous study in the capital city, which contains all kinds of legends and legends, and invites famous storytellers every seven days."

"The capital? It's a little far away. Have you been to the capital?"

Wen Ruohan asked casually, Mo Zhuliu paused, and replied that he had been.

"You're really useful." Wen Ruohan said with the corner of his mouth raised.

Mo Zhuliu didn't say a word, and he never stopped grinding the ink with his hands. He didn't stop until Wen Ruohan waved his hand impatiently and said that enough was enough.

"I'll show you something nice." Wen Ruohan said suddenly, his voice was soft, and his tone couldn't hide his complacency, "Go, bring over the wooden box on the third shelf."

Mo Zhuliu obediently took it.Wen Ruohan carefully opened the box to show him, inside was a piece of red jade, crystal clear without any impurities, it was an extraordinary product.

"Last year, I went hunting at night and killed a ghost bird. I asked a famous craftsman to make jade from its eyeballs. Unfortunately, I chopped down the other one. It was made from the eyeballs of that monster bird." Jade, known as Nanhong by the world, is a rare treasure." Wen Ruohan said, throwing the jade and the box to Mo Zhuliu.

Mo Zhuliu took it steadily, and looked at him suspiciously.

Wen Ruohan said: "When I came back from saving you that day, I crushed the jade on your body. This is an apology. You will stay with me in the future, so you must not embarrass me."

Mo Zhuliu said: "Yes."

After hearing the answer, the young master of the Wen family satisfactorily continued to toss his paintbrush again.

He loosened his hair and tied it loosely behind his back with a brocade sash. The warm color of the candlelight made his outline look much softer, and his eyes did not have the undisguised sharpness of the day.

Mo Zhuliu rubbed the delicate lines on the wooden box with his fingertips, knowing in his heart that the other party was trying to win him over, Wen Ruohan was still acting like a child at this time, I treat you well, you have to do things for me obediently, he has a youthful personality Impulsive and frivolous, with ambition hidden in his chest, and very proud, there is nothing wrong with it, at least Mo Zhuliu thinks that he is a person who can be followed now, and he is willing to follow him and fight for him until the end of a certain day.

The author has something to say:

What happened to the word document, there is no format after pasting it, and I need to manually segment it (ˇ╮ˇ)

The talent in the early stage paves the way for the alchemy hand

Daily bickering between father and son

The willful and proud young master Wen Ruohan is actually a bit cute

"Loquats after the rain"

I've been brainwashed

I shed tears every day for Wang Xian's beautiful love

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