The third uncle always wants to elope

This place is very small, within a stick of incense, Huai Shuangshu and Wu Tuqing took a rough look around here.

Wu Tomqing didn't find anything unusual, looked at Huai Shuangshu, and found that his footsteps stopped in front of a small bamboo house, his eyes were full of complexity.

Wu Tomaoqing took a look at the house, and there was nothing special about it. Qingzhu simply built two small houses, and the roof was covered with thick thatch.

But suddenly there was a strange feeling in his heart, Wu Tomaoqing was a little nervous, he raised his head and looked at Huai Shuangshu next to him.

There was no smile or emotion on that face, and he stared straight ahead blankly, not knowing whether he was looking at the bamboo house in front of him, or looking at something through the bamboo house.

"...Sijun."

This long-lost address interrupted Huai Shuangshu's train of thought. He came back to his senses and smiled at Wu Tomaoqing, but the smile looked a little pale.

Wu Tomao clearly felt that the things he had forgotten had become the shackles that imprisoned Huai Shuangshu. He tried his best to rescue Huai Shuangshu, but found that those chains had already penetrated into the bone marrow, and all his hard work was in vain. .

"go in."

Although Huai Shuangshu's face had returned to normal, Wu Tomaoqing could see the suppressed blood in his eyes.

My heart was full of words, but my mouth couldn't utter a word. Wu Tomaoqing held his hands tightly, and finally just nodded slowly.

'squeak'

There was an old sound from the wooden door, because the room hadn't been cleaned for a long time, just opened a crack in the door, and the dust in the sky came from inside.

It was almost dusk, and the scarlet setting sun spilled into the house through the gap.

Wu Tongqing's heart stopped suddenly, and his mind suddenly felt blank and dizzy.

"Little brat! You're messing around again!"

A bright female voice came from behind, a little strange and a little nostalgic, Wu Tomaoqing turned his head slowly, and the overwhelming darkness swept all his thoughts.

...

"Tell me, what did you do wrong today?"

A majestic voice echoed in the resplendent palace, followed by the sound of the whip falling on the flesh.

The person who spoke seemed to be old, his face was covered with traces of time, because he had been unsmiling for many years, there were several deep grooves on his forehead.

He was sitting on a high seat, with a gloomy face, watching the young man below him closely.

The young man knelt on the ground with a straight posture, and behind him were two magic soldiers who were slapping him on the back with whips as thick as thumbs.

As soon as the whip went down, a bruised scar appeared on his back instantly, but the boy remained expressionless, indifferent and silent.

"Are you aware of your mistake?" Huai Cangxiong looked at him angrily.

The boy clenched the corners of his mouth, and swallowed all the pain back into his stomach.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Huai Cangxiong's eyes became more and more angry. Just as he was about to speak, a soft child's voice came from outside the hall.

"Grandpa, stop hitting brother!" The little boy stumbled in from the door, because the threshold was too high, he accidentally fell down, he didn't cry, and ran towards Huai Cangxiong in a plop.

Huai Cangxiong softened his expression, raised his hand, and the movements of the two demon soldiers stopped instantly.

"Why is our little Chaomu here? Isn't he still recuperating from his illness?" Huai Cangxiong stepped down from the high position and hugged Chaomu in his arms.

The serious look just now changed in an instant, with the kindness of an elder on his face.

Chao Mu frowned, and tugged at Huai Cangxiong's beard, "My illness is already cured, if you don't believe me, Grandpa touched my forehead."

Being treated like this by him, Huai Cangxiong didn't feel angry, and pinched Chao Mu's tender cheeks, "You just don't want to drink medicine."

Chao Mu buried herself in Huai Cangxiong's neck and rubbed her face, her face was full of tenderness, "The medicine is too bitter, Zhao Mu doesn't like it, but why did grandpa beat brother? Don't beat brother, brother will hurt. "

The smile on Huai Cangxiong's face froze, he glanced at the young man under his eyes, and his tone was a little stiff.

"Your brother made a mistake."

"But if Zhao Mu makes a mistake, my parents will punish me for drinking medicine. If my brother makes a mistake, he can also drink medicine..."

Huai Cangxiong touched the top of Zhao Mu's head, and said kindly: "You are different from your brother."

The still young Zhao Mu didn't understand Huai Cangxiong's meaning, his black eyes rolled, and his ignorant expression looked very cute.

Huai Cangxiong couldn't help but smile, but when he saw the boy on the ground, the smile disappeared instantly.

"Go on, don't sleep tonight, and practice that sword technique a hundred times for me again!"

The young man was silent for a while, saluted Huai Cangxiong, stood up, and limped towards the door.

The laughter of Huai Cangxiong and Zhao Mu's grandfather and grandson came from inside the house, the boy's footsteps paused, and then he slowly crossed the threshold.

"Sijun!" Seeing him coming out, a girl rushed up to meet him.

There were tears on the unpainted face, and when she saw the wound on his back, the tears in the girl's eyes could not be contained again, and suddenly remembered something, and she was ready to walk outside angrily.

"I'll go to Yunzhou to settle the score!"

The boy sighed, pulled him back, shook his head, "I'm fine."

"How can you be all right after being injured like this?! Palace Master Huai is too ruthless, you are his grandson!"

The boy frowned, "Don't talk nonsense, lest you be fooled by others."

"Hear it when you hear it, I'm telling the truth, and you didn't make a mistake, why should you be punished like this!"

"Who said I didn't make a mistake..."

The boy said slowly: "I made a mistake in today's sword technique."

"Isn't it a tie in the end? Then how much older is Yun Zhou than you? Besides, he made a mistake. No one can do nothing without being a sage. Isn't that what you said?" The girl's face was full of tears. Not convinced.

The young man was speechless for a while, and then he spoke slowly after a while.

"...It was wrong not to win."

The girlish little face was flushed, but she saw that the boy had already walked away.

Just as he was about to catch up, he caught a glimpse of a young man in a blue student uniform standing outside the yard from the corner of his eye.

He was carrying a long sword, his clothes were neatly arranged, his hair was combed in a bun on the top of his head, revealing a smooth forehead, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he looked very upright and awe-inspiring.

Seeing the girl looking over, two blushes suddenly rose on that solemn face, and she touched the back of her head helplessly.

"...Ying...Feng...Yingying."

Hearing his words, the girl's pent-up tears fell instantly, and she shouted at the boy: "Don't call me by my name, I hate you the most!"

The young man's expression froze, the blushes slowly dissipated, and his face turned pale.

After a while, he raised his head and said slowly to the girl, "...I'm going back... I'm going back to the sect."

"Get out! I don't want to see you anymore!" Feng Yingying wiped away her tears, turned around and ran away.

The young man sighed in disappointment, looking at the deep bone wound on his arm, feeling a little aggrieved inexplicably.

Flying up to the eaves, the girl was nowhere to be seen, and the young man walked towards the back door of the yard a little lonely.

When he was about to ride away, there was a pain behind him.

A green medicine bottle rolled to the young man's feet. When the young man opened it, a scent of herbs came to his nostrils.

The boy looked into the door strangely, only to see the pink skirt flashing by the crack of the door.

"..."

The boy hooked his mouth uncontrollably, got on his horse and left.

When Feng Yingying came to the yard, she saw Sijun holding a long sword and practicing the sword technique that she had made a mistake during the day.

"You have to practice, at least wait until I give you the medicine first."

Sijun took the last sword move neatly, glanced at her, and said calmly: "Put it there, I'll do it myself later."

Feng Yingying disapproved, "How can you apply medicine to your back!"

"I can ask the servant to help me."

"What's the difference between them helping you and me helping you?!" Feng Yingying pouted, looking a little unhappy.

Sijun resumed his sword moves, "You and I are not young, men and women are different."

"I'm going to be your wife in the future, what kind of sex do you have with me?" Feng Yingying retorted anxiously.

Sijun didn't say anything, he still danced the sword with a cold expression, and after a while he said: "The person who came to me for a competition today is the young master whose engagement was withdrawn by you?"

Feng Yingying's expression was a bit unnatural, after a moment of silence, she still nodded slowly.

"I only think of you as my sister in my heart, so don't waste your time on me, lest you miss your real lover."

Hearing his unfeeling words, Feng Yingying frowned, and angrily put the medicine bottle on the table.

"I like whoever I like! Don't worry about it!" After finishing speaking, before Sijun could reply, he ran away angrily.

Sijun sighed, and had no choice but to practice swordsmanship again.

The bright moon was hanging high in the sky, and the clothes on his back were already soaked with blood and sweat, but he was still practicing the repetitive movements over and over again tirelessly.

Suddenly there was a rustling sound in the grass not far away, and Sijun walked towards the corner strangely.

When I got closer, I found that it was a fat big white rabbit.

Sijun frowned, pinched the rabbit's ears, and held them in front of him for a few glances.

Where did the rabbit come from?

"Give me back my rabbit!" A clear child's voice suddenly came from the eaves, and Sijun looked up strangely.

I found a man wearing gray cloth, with a messy bun on his head, some dirt on his small face, and big Gululu eyes that looked brighter than the stars in the sky, staring at him closely... Or the rabbit in his hand.

Sijun frowned, this magic palace is surrounded, how did this child break in?

"Give me back my rabbit!" Seeing that Sijun didn't speak, the little boy shouted angrily.

"Young Palace Master, what happened inside?" The demon soldiers patrolling outside the yard asked outside when they heard the noise in the room.

Hearing the voice of the magic soldier, the little boy looked at Huai Shuangshu in fear.

Seeing that there was no response from the yard, the magic soldier was about to open the door and come in.

"I am fine."

"Yes."

Hearing Sijun's answer, the magic soldier withdrew his hand again and continued to patrol.

The little boy breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to jump off the eaves, but his feet slipped, he turned somersault, and rolled off the eaves.

Sijun, who was about to throw the rabbit back to him, accidentally got hit by the boy.

A sharp pain came from behind, and Sijun couldn't help gasping.

"Strange, why doesn't it hurt me when I fall from such a high place?" The boy sat up, feeling soft under his buttocks, and scratched the top of his head strangely.

"...stand up."