The third uncle always wants to elope

"Tsk tsk, the writing on this plaque is pretty good."

Wu Tomato touched his chin, squinted his eyes and praised.

Wu Nian'an also raised his head and carefully looked at the words on the plaque: "Then this is the academy where the teacher used to be?"

"Nine times out of ten."

Wu Tomqing also took a look, he actually didn't know much about Danqing, but when he looked at the characters on the plaque, the writing style was smooth and penetrating, even two laymen, Wu Tomqing and Wu Nian'an, could tell that it was extraordinary.

Wu Nian'an: "It's better than my uncle."

Wu Tomayu knocked him on the back of the head with his fan, and reprimanded him, "Eat the inside out."

Turning his head, he saw Wu Tomaoqing also nodded indifferently.

Wu Tomato shook his head angrily and laughed.

I hurt you all...

This Yuyin Academy doesn't look very big, but the house is very elegantly built, with carved wooden doors, long pavilions and small buildings, and the furnishings are full of the fragrance of books.

Wu Nian'an looked around and said, "Is there no one living here? It looks very clean."

A bare plum tree was planted in the yard, which had been withered for a long time, and it seemed that it hadn't bloomed for a long time.

Pushing open the door in the yard, the simple structure of the room can be seen at a glance, it is very clean, and there are more than a dozen neat desks and benches in the empty hall.

The furnishings here are exactly the same as the academy that Wu Tomqing saw that day, the only difference is that the plum trees here have long since withered, while the plum trees he saw that day were in bloom.

There are many paintings, calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, all of which seem to be from the hands of famous masters, but the edges of the paper are yellowed and moldy, only the one hanging in the middle of the hall looks well preserved, not only is there no There is no stain, and the frame is specially framed with silk cloth.

"Luanxiang and Fengzhu are good at pen and ink, and their white clothes are elegant and beautiful."

Wu Tomaoyu murmured softly. There is nothing wrong with this sentence, but the word is extremely ugly. It is no exaggeration to say that it is three points uglier than a dog crawling. The calligraphy and paintings on the wall are all top-grade. Right in the middle, it's hard not to attract attention.

Wu Nian'an suddenly pointed to the picture he read, and asked, "Is the word 'ink' spelled wrong?"

Wu Tomato took a closer look and couldn't help but laugh. It was indeed a typo. There was a little more 'black' on the word 'ink'. It seemed that the writing was not only ugly, but also a defective product.

Hearing their enthusiasm for discussion, Wu Tomao looked up inadvertently, and when he saw the words, his heart seemed to miss half a beat.

Seeing him in a daze, Wu Tomato teased at the side: "What? I don't know what's wrong, you are too, your disciples can see it."

"Isn't it you who wrote this picture? You can't even see it?"

Where did Wu Tomaoyu think, this was an unintentional casual remark, but it directly revealed the truth.

His mind was like a mess, and Wu Tomaoqing suddenly walked over and tore off the picture.

Wu Tomaoyu didn't notice anything unusual about him at this time, so he teased and said, "Sure enough, it's much more pleasing to the eye when you tear it off, and you've done a good deed."

Wu Tomaoqing didn't answer him, but carefully looked at the writing in his hand.

Wu Tomato saw that he was looking seriously, so he also walked over to take a look, and he found something. He stretched out his finger and pointed to the place where the foot rested on the edge. There were also two words there, but the handwriting was very small, so I didn't see it clearly just now. .

Although those two characters are not as flamboyant as the fine items on the wall, they are still well-written and steady, and it looks like they have been practicing for a long time.

"Sijun."

Wu Tomato read softly beside him, thought for a moment, and said, "Isn't it the name on your sword?"

Wu Tomaoqing held the picture in his hand, his eyes were dark and couldn't see any emotion, and his expression was very ugly.

Wu Tomao finally realized that something was wrong with Wu Tomqing, and asked, "What's wrong with you, why do you feel weird?"

Wu Tomao calmed down, shook his head slowly, walked to a table and chair on the left and sat down.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he sat down, something went wrong. As soon as Wu Tomaoqing sat down, his heart suddenly stopped.

Then there seemed to be something screaming and scratching desperately in the bottom of my heart, trying to burst out from inside.

Wu Tomaoyu and Wu Nian'an looked at each other, although they felt strange, they had a tacit understanding and didn't bother him.

The drowsy weather made people a little irritable and uneasy, they stared nervously at Wu Tomaoqing's face, and the surrounding silence was like the calm before the storm.

Wu Tomaoqing's complexion also became more and more ugly, his hands and feet seemed to be controlled unconsciously, his eyes were not as hollow as usual, and they were full of turbulent waves.

'boom! '

As if frightened, he stood up abruptly and kicked the table and chair in front of him to the ground.

"What are you doing..."

There was a loud noise when the table fell to the ground, which startled Wu Tomyu and Wu Nian'an at the other end.

Before Wu Tomao finished speaking, he saw Wu Tomqing squatting down and carefully looked under the desk.

Wu Tomato was a little startled by his nagging expression, he calmed down, walked up to him and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Seeing that Wu Tomaoqing kept silent, Wu Tomoma also put his eyes on the table.

Looking at the past, Wu Tomaoyu also had some horror in his eyes.

Under the table, the word "Sijun" was crookedly engraved, and it was densely engraved on the entire table.

Wu Nian'an: "Ah!"

This cry suddenly called back the two people who were in deep thought. Wu Tomaoqing didn't care about him, but Wu Tomaoyu sighed helplessly and asked, "What's the matter with you? Why are you both in trouble today?" Weird."

Wu Nian'an patted his head, his eyes were full of excitement, and he said loudly: "Sijun! I saw it on Master's knife handle!"

Goto Tomato: "..."

Your reaction is not half a beat slow.

Wu Tomato was also ready to ignore him, and looked down at the writing under the table.

Wu Tomaoqing's expression became more and more ugly, as if his chest was being stabbed by countless fine needles.

"Samcheong!"

Wu Nian'an suddenly shouted.

Wu Tomaoyu frowned and reprimanded: "It's not big or small, how can you call your master's name directly!"

"No, uncle!"

Wu Nian'an retorted eagerly, his face flushed, and he pointed to the place under the table where it seemed that he had written the end.

"There is a Sanqing written there!"

These words were like a thunderbolt, blowing all Wu Tomaoki's nerves.

The traces of the words "Sanqing" still look very new, obviously it was engraved many years later.

All kinds of disturbing voices were torn in Wu Tomaoqing's mind, and the true energy in his body was also agitated because of his emotions.

He suddenly remembered where he had seen the ghost fairy from the Wangchuan River. It turned out that he was not forgotten, but he was not found.

Being fined in a confinement room, the lights suddenly turned on in the room...

When competing with others, there are faint sights around...

When I dream back late at night, the light plum fragrance lingers in the house...

The most recent time was at the Immortal Cultivation Conference four years ago, the Qianji Sect disciple who cut off one of his disciples' hands was found dead in the door of his room when he went down the mountain.

At that time, he practiced in seclusion and kept his ears shut from the window. It was more than two months later that Wu Tomaoyu told her.

Wu Tomaoyu spoke in detail, but Wu Tomaoqing only listened to a few words. The disciple's limbs were chopped into a puddle of flesh, and finally his lifeline was cut off, and he died in agony.

At that time, they only noticed the wounded disciple of the Xianchong Sect, but they never noticed that when the disciple was rescued by Wu Tomao Qing, Wu Tomao Qing was also injured on his back shoulder, but the injury was not serious, even himself He didn't even pay attention to it, and in the end he returned to the sect, and Wu Tomaoyu discovered it by accident.

Now he finally understands why he is so sensitive to that plum fragrance, why he always has an indescribable sense of familiarity with that person.

...

"Are you my wife's new student?"

"It looks so good!"

"What's your name!" A very immature female voice sounded in my mind.

"Samcheong."

When Wu Tomaoqing realized it, the two words had already blurted out.

As soon as he finished speaking, all the voices in his head disappeared, his vision was completely dark, and his body seemed to be sinking in the endless darkness.

"Sanqing..." The voice resounded like a spring breeze.

who is calling me

"what are you doing?"

who is it

"Sijun."

This was another voice, with the unique greenness and hoarseness of a teenager.

As soon as I heard this name, my heart started beating crazily, and only the thumping heartbeat was left in my ears.

Wu Tomaoqing turned his head, the darkness dissipated, and there was a blinding white light in front of his eyes. He was a little uncomfortable with the glare of the light, so he closed his eyes consciously.

After a while, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw white falling flowers flying all over the sky in front of him, and they suddenly attacked in his direction.

Luo Hua was a little dazed, he wiped his eyes, and saw a man dressed as a scholar standing against the wind, his moon white gown was blown messily by the wind.

"Wrong call."

This voice is warm and pleasant, like spring water flowing from the tip of the heart.

The slender crown belt of the same color hangs down the side of the face, leaning slightly, the tip of the hair seems to touch the face of Satoshi Tomaki.

Wu Tongqing sat on the ground, the scholar was very close to him, with the familiar fragrance of plum on his body, but his face was blurred, and he couldn't see anything.

"You should call me Master."

The scholar's clear voice sounded again.

"Sijun."

Wu Tomaoqing whispered unconsciously.

For some reason, the scholar's face gradually became clear as soon as the word Wu Tomaoqing was said.

The corners of the scholar's mouth were slightly hooked, his vermilion lips were like beads, and his complexion was like snow. He stretched out his hand, and brushed Wu Tomaoqing's side face with his pale fingertips, and then...

Through the understanding, Tomatqing touched the back of him.

Wu Tomao cleared his face, and turned his head slowly.

A young man in black clothes stood behind him, with pure eyebrows and eyes, exquisite and picturesque, with a beautiful mole on his forehead.

this boy...

He looks exactly like him, or he is actually himself. At this time, his brows and eyes are still a little immature, his eyes are not as empty and indifferent as he is now, and the black pupils are as clean as glass beads. Carrying a touch of moon-white figure.

"Hey! Miki!" Seeing Wu Tomao Qing's spirit for most of the day, Wu Tomoma looked at him anxiously.

Finally, when Wu Tomao came back to his senses, he stood up abruptly, startling Wu Tomao who was staring at him.

Wu Tomaoyu was a little tired, and said helplessly: "What happened to you today, I was almost scared to death by your surprise!"

Wu Tomaoqing didn't speak, as if there was something else in his dark pupils.

"Hey you..."

Wu Tomao also noticed it, and a strange color flashed in his eyes. He was about to ask, but he saw Wu Tomao turned around and walked out of the house.

"San Mutou! Where are you going!" Wu Tomato hurriedly chased after him and pulled him back.

Wu Tomaoqing didn't break free, and stood there fixedly, looking back at Wu Tomoma, as if he was looking at someone through Wu Tomoma.

"Find someone."

Wu Tomaoyu was full of doubts, and said: "Who are you looking for? Can this person be more important than the current matter? Do you have to look for this time?"

Wu Tomao Qing murmured: "It's important."

Wu Tomato didn't hear clearly, and asked, "What?"

Wu Tomao regained his clarity, with a firmness in his eyes that cannot be ignored, he looked directly at Wu Tomoma, and said in a deep voice, "It's very important."

Seeing him like this, Wu Tomato involuntarily withdrew his hand, Wu Tomoma glanced at him, didn't speak again, turned around and was about to leave.

"Master! Be careful!" Wu Nian'an's voice rang loudly behind them.

As soon as the words fell, two long swords flew in from outside the door, and in the blink of an eye, they were already close to Wu Tomaoqing's eyes.