The correct usage of Tsundere Junior Brother

Yang Rongju's face turned red: "You!"

In the face of fear, Pan Yue couldn't care less about being rude. He wrapped his arms around Yang Rongzhi's waist, and it was as solid as gold for a while. Yang Rongzhi struggled repeatedly and couldn't get away, and immediately said angrily: "Let go!"

Pan Yue buried his head on Yang Rongju's back, closed his eyes and yelled in fear: "I dare not, I'm afraid of heights!"

Yang Rongji: "With me here, you won't be able to fall! Let go, you won't be ashamed of yourself!"

Pan Yue opened his eyes inch by inch, his cheeks hurt from the wind, and when he looked down, he saw the two of them flying higher and higher until they were shoulder to shoulder with the pavilion, flying faster and faster, and quickly passed the pedestrians on the street below.He let go of his arms reluctantly, and tremblingly said: "Really, really won't fall?"

Yang Rongji rolled his eyes: "As long as you don't take your feet off the sword."

Hearing this, Pan Yue's soles of his feet were immediately glued to the sword, and he shrank his two claws but did not dare to touch Yang Rongju, feeling extremely embarrassed in mid-air.Yang Rongji squinted at this scene, curled his lips and said, "Okay, you are allowed to put your paw on my shoulder."

Immediately, Pan Yue's two hands tightly grasped Yang Rongju's shoulders as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

Yang Rongji: "Take it easy, are you an eagle?!"

Pan Yue smiled awkwardly, and suddenly said: "Vongju, why do I feel that your sword is not half as fast as Master's?"

Yang Rongji said angrily: "Nonsense, why don't you try carrying two people?" Ningshuang is not an epee, and the weight of two people on it is quite difficult. He couldn't keep up with half of old man Meng, and was almost thrown away by him and lost his way.

The two drove to the northwest with one sword, and followed old man Meng to the top of a mountain. Yang Rong's face turned pale, and after throwing Pan Yue down, he held on to the sword and gasped for breath.Old man Meng had been waiting for a long time. Seeing that the two of them had arrived late, he said, "Boy Pan Yue, you are getting fat. You didn't have such a hard time with your volume before."

Pan Yue shyly said, "The food is getting better recently."

Old man Meng turned around and stood on the top of the mountain. The wind rustled his clothes, showing a bit of a fairy spirit of being independent from the world.The immortal pointed to the cliff that was more than a hundred feet deep in front of him, and said: "The Wulong sword is below right now, go and get it."

Pan Yue slipped: "Master, are you joking?"

The old man Meng shrugged: "Yangshan is a hundred miles away from Luoyang. Volume Yujian has exhausted his energy for bringing you here, and it is impossible to take you back. There are three people here with two swords. I heard that the kitchen stewed pig's trotters at noon... ...you can figure it out for yourself."

Pan Yue gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and said angrily, "I'll go!" He turned around and walked towards the cliff. He was valiant and high-spirited, half-stepped on the edge of the cliff, turned his head and looked firmly at the two behind him, and said, "For the trotters!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked back at the sharp cliff and the black abyss under his feet, and suddenly his feet softened. He looked at old man Meng with tears in his eyes, but seeing that the other party did not change his mind at all, he said, "Master, then... I jumped?"

The corner of old man Meng's mouth twitched: "Who told you to jump, won't you summon the sword?"With a faint light on his fingertips, he signaled, "Your sword recognizes its master and only obeys your call. Although you have no spiritual power now, the distance is close enough for it to sense the master's position. Try taking a deep breath In one breath, the spirit is not separated from the breath, the breath is not separated from the spirit, and then silently recite the name of the sword."

Pan Yue followed him, and silently recited the word "Oolong" in his heart, feeling that in this mountain full of spiritual power, his limbs and bones were extremely comfortable, but the sword did not respond.

"Impossible?" Old man Meng's expression froze, could it be...

Yang Rongji said: "Senior brother gave Oolongjian another name before, it seems to be a three-character overlap..."

Pan Yue's heart moved, and he asked tentatively, "Woooooooooooooooo?"

I saw a violent shaking of the mountain, and suddenly, a black light with a gust of wind, like overwhelming momentum, shot straight up from the bottom of the valley, galloping towards the direction of the sun!Just passing by Pan Yue, he seemed to realize that the direction was wrong, paused, turned his head in the air, and shot towards Pan Yue's forehead!

Pan Yue was frightened and fled immediately.

"Control it!" Old Man Meng yelled, "Remember that you are its master!"

Pan Yue, who was running away with his head in his arms, was called out by old man Meng, and his right hand was unconsciously raised to block the black light attack of the Wulong sword. After he blocked the Wulong sword like this, it seemed like a big dog that had heard the master's order, and immediately stopped in mid-air In the middle, he shook the blade of the sword again and again, but he dared not move half an inch forward.Pan Yue tentatively pulled out his palm, Oolong cheerfully made three laps in the air, and handed the hilt of the sword obediently to Pan Yue.

"Long time no see, it misses you." Yang Rongji said with a smile.

"Very good." The old man Meng reassured: "Next, watch!" He drew out the black iron epee from his waist, danced a beautiful sword flower in his hand, and threw a leaf at random, and the sword's shadow flashed immediately , as fast as thunder and lightning, cut the leaf into seven even sections!

There was a cry of geese in the air, and he easily raised the black iron sword in his hand, aimed at the figure of the wild goose, stretched his arms, and let go!The Wanxiang sword went away with a gust of wind, and a black shadow fell down, it was the wild goose.

Pan Yue applauded expressionlessly.

Old man Meng pointed at him: "You, come and try."

Pan Yue quickly waved his hand: "Master, I can't do it!"

However, old man Meng pushed and pushed the Wulong sword into his arms persistently: "If you don't try it, how will you know it won't work?"

Pan Yue had no choice but to hold the sword in his hand, imitating old man Meng and pulling away.The Oolong Sword seemed light and light, but it was made of unknown material, and it was extremely heavy. Pan Yue used all his strength just to lift the sword, let alone swing it to cut some leaves.Old man Meng said in a deep voice: "If you have a sword in your heart, you don't have a sword in your hand. Don't be afraid, believe in yourself!" After speaking, he threw a fluttering leaf.

Pan Yue yelled: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" He swung the Wulong sword up with the strength of swinging a knife to chop bones!I saw a cold light flash in front of me, and a black shadow flew out in a whirl!

The leaves fluttered and fell to the ground safe and sound.The breeze blew, and took away a strand of blue hair——Yang Rongji looked at old man Meng with sympathetic eyes. He was stared at a little strangely, and suddenly felt a little cool on the top of his head. He touched it with his hands, and immediately screamed: "My Hair bun ah ah ah!"

Pan Yue faltered: "Master...Master, your bun..." He opened his mouth wide and looked up at the sky, only to see a young and strong goose rushing down, holding old man Meng's bun in his mouth, and spread his wings away. It seems to be revenge for the unprovoked killing of his companions.Pan Yue sneered and said, "Master, look at you, you said you should love small animals..."

Old man Meng roared angrily: "Don't you shoot it down?!"

Pan Yue raised his sword to aim at the wild goose, and he used all his strength to be able to align the aiming head, and the wild goose was not flying high at the moment, so it was a good opportunity!

"Shoot!" old man Meng yelled violently.

Pan Yue was taken aback, let go of his hand, and only heard a "swoosh", the Wulong sword flew towards the wild goose, flew into the air, and when it was about to hit the wild goose's feet, it disappeared Strength, limply drew an arc in the air, and fell down.

"Yeah——" the male goose croaked, and seemed to cast a contemptuous and mocking look at the crowd, and flew away with old man Meng's black hair in a bun.

Yang Rongji: "Master's condolences."

Old man Meng squatted on the ground and held his head in his hands, frowning.Pan Yue was really embarrassed. Although he didn't quite understand the ancient people's obsession with long hair, he still comforted him: "Master, in fact, you are more energetic with short hair."

Old man Meng covered his face with his sleeves, as if his heart was ashamed, and he said sullenly for a long time: "Forget it, this method will not work at all, and it will definitely be exposed in public at the banquet. The last method is to treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor." .”

Pan Yue said guiltily: "Master, just say it, I will try my best to cooperate."

Old man Meng pointed at the Wulong sword and said, "Go up."

"Hmm...ah?" Pan Yue opened his mouth wide, "You're just kidding!" He looked at the slender blade of the Wulong Sword, which was only two fingers thick in width. How would standing on it be any different from walking on a tightrope?Just as he was about to refute, he looked at Old Man Meng's dark clouded face and his smooth Mediterranean hairstyle. He felt so guilty that he could only use his hands and feet to climb onto the oolong's slender sword with great effort.

Old Man Meng: "You... Actually, you can stand up."

Pan Yue fell on all fours, leaning on the Wulong sword like a big dog, and said with a mournful face, "I'm afraid of falling!"

Old man Meng: "You didn't even raise your sword, you're lying on the ground, where did you fall?"

Pan Yue thought so too. After all, he has no magic power now, and he can't control the sword at all. It doesn't look good for a big man lying on the ground, so he got up.

Seeing him get up, old man Meng winked at Yang Rongji. Yang Rongji understood it, and chanted the incantation lightly. A white light suddenly appeared in his hand, and he shot at Pan Yue's feet. He was also lifted up by him!

Pan Yue staggered and was about to fall backwards, yelling "Help" crazily. The old man Meng made a gesture, and shot a ball of white light at Pan Yue in his hand, slamming his figure that was about to fall. Steady.

I saw two people on the ground, each shooting white light profusely from their heads, and together they lifted Pan Yue into the air, and together they barely supported his leaning body.And Pan Yue, gasping for breath, his body stiff, was leaning on the sword at an extremely strange angle.

Old man Meng said with difficulty: "Pan Yue, hold on to yourself!"

Pan Yue gasped for a moment, and found himself suspended in mid-air under the blessing of two white lights, and would not be able to fall for a while, so he moved his steps carefully and straightened his crooked body.

Yang Rongji gritted his teeth and said, "I'm leaving!" After that, he swung his hands to one side at the same time, the white light became more violent, and he flew away with Pan Yue and the sword!

At that moment, Pan Yue saw the endless mountains flowing backwards under his feet. The steepness of the mountains was daunting. When he raised his head, he could see the Longmen, and next to it was the Yi River, a tributary of the Yellow River. From a distance, he could see the endless water of the river , come and go.He roamed at the junction of mountains and clouds, breathed the purest and coldest wind, and felt a sense of awe-inspiring air almost gushing out of his chest.Oolong carried him higher and higher, burrowing into the clouds, and beneath his feet was an abyss, and if he made a wrong step, he would be crushed to pieces.

This should be an extremely chic and refined picture of an immortal holding a sword, but the immortal in the painting has a ferocious face at the moment, full of panic, and yells in a piercing voice: "Ah, ah, ah, help, I'm going to fall to my death!"

Yang Rongji's sweat drenched his entire back. He tried very hard to control Pan Yue and Jian to fly in the air, but his eyes could not conceal the relief. He looked at old man Meng and nodded.

"Success!"

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Deceive the sky and the earth from the younger brother!

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