old scheming

In a daze, the labor pain spread from the limbs to the brain, presumably it was caused by the skin and flesh that had been cut just now when fighting Yushana mountain ghost.

Su Mu sighed silently. He knew that his equipment could not match due to his level up too fast. He would naturally be injured when he encountered a high-level boss. It has recovered, but now, it is real/live ammunition.

He didn't even bother to move a finger, and vaguely felt a strong medicinal fragrance wafting from a distance... Uh... Okay!In fact, he has been sick for a long time, the smell of this traditional Chinese medicine is the most annoying, but this smell seems to be getting closer and closer, and it is placed on the top of his head.

Someone touched his forehead with warm little palms, wrung out a towel and laid it over it (of course, when he woke up, he found that it was a rag, which the brat tore from his clothes).

He moved roughly, but with a clear goal, and neatly applied the ground herbs on Su Mu's body, from his pale arms to his slender legs, and finally to his chest.

After the burning pain at first passed, there was a trace of coolness. Su Mu smelled the herbal smell and he became more confused, and gradually fell asleep.

After an unknown period of time, he gradually regained consciousness, and only after his eyes got used to the dim candlelight did he fully recognize himself. The roof made of yellow grass, the hard plank bed, and the quilt made of coarse cloth, he now It was Su Muzhe.

His whole body was sore from lying down for too long, he turned his head hard, and saw the little man sleeping beside the bed.

oh!right!That child, the child who dragged and dragged him home, will be the most critical weapon in defeating the mountain ghost in the future-the meat shield.

Su Mu looked at him carefully, the hair that had not been taken care of for a long time fell on his forehead, and his small face was rubbed like a little tabby cat. He looked only ten years old.

Meat shield, thinking about it, he felt quite cruel, then Su Mu shook his head again, the one who was cruel was Chang Ge, the game he developed was such a bastard even in the plot.

Your uncle's!

After scolding Chang Ge, he suddenly felt happy in his heart, Su Mu stretched his waist slightly, and wiped the saliva that came out with the quilt indiscriminately.

"Are you awake?" The child woke up because of his movement, raised his head and blinked his big innocent eyes.

He hummed softly as a response, and pretended not to know that he was an orphan, imitating his old lady and asking decently: "Whose family are you a child? Why are you alone in that mountain?"

Add more oil and vinegar, to show his fake fatherly love, to set off the pity of the orphan, in order to quickly accept this apprentice, "How dangerous is it in the mountains! Does your family care about you?"

"Brother, I saved you, why don't you thank me?"

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"Ha ha!"

Su Mu laughed dryly twice.

Changge!Your uncle!

"Look, my brother was injured and his memory is bad, so he forgot to thank you." Su Mu was patient.

"I don't think my brother looks like that impolite person."

As if hearing this word of thanks, the child was very happy, as if he had obtained something extraordinary, he raised his legs up, and the flow of air in the whole crowd became more obvious.

At this time, Su Mufang remembered that the cannon fodder child in the plot had no father and no mother, and he knew how to use his physical strength for something in order to make a living since he was a child, such as helping Aunt Li plant a seedling or something. Thoughts, but there are not many educated people in this backward small village, so I just give two sweet potatoes, how can I say thank you.As the saying goes, a child without a mother is like a grass, including sorry, which is also a luxury for him, and other people are smart and don’t worry about food, so in his heart, he yearns for the life of a normal child, and likes to hear words like thank you and sorry .

The elders of Su Mu thought about it carefully, and pretended to reach out to rub their eyes, but when they put it down, they hit his face.

"sorry."

I didn't do it on purpose, I did it on purpose.

Sure enough, the joy in the child's eyes was undisguised, shining like stars in the sky.

"It's ok."

In fact, it’s no wonder that Chang Ge designed a child to be cannon fodder. He knew that the child who exchanged benefits was extremely narrow-minded. Su Mu knew that he wanted to save him because he wanted to learn skills.

After all the talk, it came to the point of quickly recruiting apprentices.

"What's your name?"

There was a flicker of frustration in the child's eyes, which was quickly covered up by him. He seemed not to care, and said, "Dirty monkey."

Su Mu knew that he was extremely sensitive, and even a fool would know it was perfunctory if he said his name was nice, so he simply denied it, "This name is not nice." And looked at him very confidently.

Sure enough, as he expected, the child was aroused, "Oh? Then what do you think I should be called?"

Thinking about it, I don't know when it will be the first time, and when I will be able to go home, so Su Mu said: "Guxiangyao, when will you go? Why don't you call it Guyao! Guyao."

"Guyao? Then my surname is Gu? Which Gu?"

"Do you know your father's name?"

He shook his head, still with that seemingly indifferent attitude.

"What's your surname? Hey? You saved me, and I can't repay you, so I'll teach you some martial arts that are not known to the outside world, how about it?" Su Mu looked at the face of a young adult, and finally got himself The destination, "Because I don't spread it outside, so you have to worship me as your teacher and call me Master. My name is Su Muzhe, and you can follow my surname Su!"

"Su Guyao? Su Guyao, Su Guyao..." the child repeated, fearing that he might not be able to remember the name, or that the name had grown legs and ran away by himself, with the excitement in the corner of his eyes trying to hide, "It sounds like It sounds much better than Second Aunt Wang's son, Wang Qingping."

The little boy was very excited, so he started to blink his big eyes again, and said, "I think you can use swords, hey! Where did you hide your sword?" So he continued tentatively, "Teach me how to use swords. .” That tone seemed to say, Tsk, it doesn’t matter if you don’t teach me, it’s no big deal.

Listening to his immature voice, Su Mu knew clearly in his heart that this brat has always been selfless, and every time he helps you, he has a purpose in exchange for something. It is also reasonable to ignore Master's statement.

Su Mu still pretended to be inscrutable, and said with a low voice, "There's no rush. To practice swordsmanship, one must start with the basic skills, which are very hard."

"I'm not afraid of suffering!" Su Guyao immediately raised his head, and suddenly felt that he was too rushed, and 8 restrained his expression again, but there was a little pride in his words, "Practice swordsmanship well, I want to go to Beijing to take the exam Martial champion, or be a hero, let those who bully me kneel at my feet!"

"Practicing martial arts is to eradicate the strong and help the weak, and eliminate harm for the people. Warriors cultivate their qi, body, and mind." The three views of good education and integrity prompted Su Mu to become an old master. They are all backlashed by their own weapons, or they will be ruined."

I don't know if Su Guyao understood or not, so he nodded perfunctorily.

Su Muzhe is not a man of gods, and he also needs to eat whole grains.So he looked around the room, there was a cubicle in the corner, it should be the kitchen, the bed he was on should belong to Xiao Guyao, opposite was a square wooden table with a broken basket on it, There seemed to be a few sweet potatoes on it.

Su Guyao seemed to see what he was thinking, and asked, "Are you hungry? For the sake of teaching me swordsmanship, I'm going to cook now and cook those sweet potatoes." Without waiting for Su Mu to speak, he walked to the kitchen in stride, not knowing who he was learning to walk, he looked a bit like a street fighter.

There was a sound of ping-pong, and he said again: "By the way, it's summer, and there are fish in the river. If you catch them, they can replenish your blood."

"Hey..." Before Su Mu could speak, he disappeared after a few steps.

Su Mu shook his head and thought, "How dangerous it is to go into the river! Besides, fish is not conducive to wound healing, and the key is not something that replenishes blood!"

Su Mu, who had been tense for a long time just now, smiled, sighed, and rubbed his face vigorously. He remembered that when he was doing tasks, he tapped his phone a few times, and it only took him a blink of an eye to raise him. Get a weapon!

Now this dilapidated house is in tatters, food is a problem, and swordsmanship, I learned fencing when I was in the Children's Palace, and after a day of learning, I had a heart attack and was ordered to stop.

Changge!Your uncle!

"Ahhh!"

Su Mu waved his limbs for a while, and then heard a click, and the table opposite shook.

Su Mu didn't have time to feel sad. On the other hand, his hand seemed to have infinite power. He waved his hand at the table excitedly. The whole table was shaking. Finally, it couldn't survive the gravity and fell to the ground, kicking up a thin layer of dust to express his dissatisfaction.

It was only then that he remembered that the character he had chosen was a white-faced scholar with a slick face and great wit, and his weapon also matched his femininity and treachery—a soft sword called Invading Xiao, which was usually hidden on his right wrist, shaped like a bracelet .

"The most powerful method of killing is not killing with a single sword, but that the opponent doesn't know what weapon you are using until the end of his life, or he doesn't have time to see who you are."

What is close to the morning light has always been the silent darkness-the invasion of dawn.

Su Mu thought about the introduction about the white-faced scholar when he registered the game, and then remembered that the kid could still see that the white-faced scholar was using a sword, and then remembered the dilapidated house.He regretted it very much, he might as well have chosen the role of He Bo, at least he is a god who doesn't need to eat.

Jingle!

"Dear player Su Muzhe, your current task is to accompany Dirty Monkey to the end."

The electronic sound is in Su Mu's head, so he can talk to it directly without opening his mouth, "What? I'm going to stay here for so long! What about my parents?"

"Dirty monkeys have no father or mother." Electronic voice.

"I said my parents!"

"Your parents are still your parents."

"What about my parents! What! Do it!"

"You can do it."

"Fuck off!!!"

"I could roll out in a straight line and then roll back."

……

Changge!Your uncle!

"As far as I know, Chang Ge's great grandfather is your grandfather."

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