Secret arrows are hard to defend

Ning Zehua was overjoyed: "That's really the case? Do you know where the sect master is now? If you are willing to tell me, Sixiangmen will definitely thank you."

Ren Changmu couldn't help but said, "I don't know about living people."

Although Ning Zehua felt disappointed, his thoughts might be just words of comfort, it can be seen from his appearance that he really doesn't seem like someone who would comfort others, so he couldn't help feeling hopeful.It's better to have an unknown whereabouts than to die in Huangquan.

Ning Zehua probed: "You claim to be the envoy of Fengdu, but what is your relationship with the ghost family of Fengdu?"

Ren Changmu stroked the spine of the book with his fingers, and said simply: "Old acquaintance."

Lu Xuan saw his hesitation, and immediately gave Ning Zehua a wink to tell him not to ask any more questions, but Ning Zehua shut up knowingly.

Song Wu'an seemed to casually said: "The Fengdu ghost family's moon-watching array is famous, but it's a pity that I couldn't see it."

A hint of sarcasm flashed across Ren Changmu's icy cold eyes: "It's just mediocre."

Lu Xuandu sneered and said: "Yes, yes, in my opinion, in your mouth, 'but mediocre' is already considered a compliment."

A sudden wind passed through the hall, and the black bell on Ren Changmu's left sleeve made a crisp sound. He picked up the black satin unnamed book on the table, and walked away without a word. The bell on the sleeve did not make a sound.

Song Wu'an watched him walk outside the inn. For some reason, smoke and dust rose outside the door, and Ren Changmu's figure gradually became hazy. When the smoke and dust dispersed, he was nowhere to be seen.

Ning Zehua couldn't help feeling: "Your friend is really good at lightness kung fu."

Song Wu'an was shocked by this scene, if it was really light work, it would be fine, but he was inexplicably weird, and always felt that Ren Changmu was very weird.

"You two, don't blame him, he has such a weird temperament." Lu Xuandu smiled: "He is very unlucky, and meeting him will definitely not be a good thing. It would be better to smoke with wormwood when we go back."

Song Wuan frowned: "Your friend's eccentricity is not his temper." He stretched out his hand and pushed away the window next to the place where Ren Changmu was sitting just now. Declining, a dying state.

Song Wuan lowered his head and looked at his fingers pushing the window. It was covered with a layer of black ash. He took out a handkerchief and wiped it for a long time, but he couldn't get it off. Instead, the more he wiped, the color became darker, as if it had penetrated into the skin.Seeing this, Lu Xuandu immediately stopped him: "Don't wipe it, it can only be washed off with wormwood."

He lowered his head and sniffed, but there was no smell: "Strange, what is this?"

Lu Xuandu vaguely said: "It's bad luck, go wash it off." He dragged Song Wuan to his room, rummaged through the boxes and chests to find a dozen wormwood, took half a handful and soaked it in hot water. In the water, I stuffed the remaining wormwood to Song Wuan: "You take this, and put it in the water when you go back to take a bath."

Song Wuan tried the water temperature, and then washed off the stains on his fingers with the water. The basin of clear water was instantly as black as ink. Song Wuan was secretly dumbfounded by this surprising change: "What on earth is this?"

"I don't know, he always has some weird things, but it's not a good thing anyway." Lu Xuan raised his eyebrows and took his hand to look carefully: "You are so bold, you don't know anything, and you don't know anything. Dare to touch it, let me see."

Song Wuan let him rub his right hand over and over again, and Lu Xuan touched it carefully knuckle by knuckle before he breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, it's okay, it's just some bad luck, it's not poisonous. .”

After Song Wuan returned to the room, he suddenly felt that Lu Xuandu's behavior was very strange. He could tell whether it was poisonous or not with his eyes, so what else would the doctor do?He seemed to be playing tricks on him, and he still foolishly let him go!

Song Wu'an, who was almost crying because of his stupidity, took a bath angrily, sulking on the bed with wet hair: How could I be so stupid, how could I be so stupid?

Suddenly there was an urgent knock on the door, Song Wuan immediately got out of bed, and opened the door in three steps at a time.Lu Xuan, who was standing outside the door, was stunned when he saw Song Wuan, whose hair was wet and casually draped over his coat, "You..."

Seeing that it was Lu Xuandu, Song Wuan pretended not to see anyone and wanted to close the door. Lu Xuandu immediately pressed against the door with sharp eyes and hands: "Ah Fu, Ah Fu! There is business, don't close the door."

Song Wuan stopped moving, and Lu Xuandu forced his way in through the crack of the door, with his eyes bent and smiling like a fox.He shook the map in his hand: "It's a map, there are discoveries."

Only then did Song Wu'an become more interested, and closed the door: "What did you find?"

Lu Xuandu slowly unfolded the map. At this time, the sky was bright, but he lit the candle in the room: "I just looked at the map by daylight, and found that it seems to have two layers." He reflected the map with the candle , Sure enough, blurred lines can be seen faintly.

Song Wu'an took the map and observed it carefully for a while: "This is the fire-sprinkling note, the unique way of keeping secrets of each elder, which has been lost for many years."

"If so, how can the real map be revealed?"

Song Wuan dug out a sun flake from the box he was carrying with him: "Take the fire in the middle of the day, burn the excess, and the rest will appear naturally." He opened the window, Liangzhou is dry and rainless, the sun is blazing, At this time, it was not long after noon, and it was a good time to use Yangsui to make fire.

He moved the map to the window, twisted it inch by inch, and stopped on Shaoanpo with his fingertips. He drew a small cross here with his nails. With a "click", it landed on the cross he had chosen.Both Lu Xuandu and Song Wuan were stunned.

Song Wu'an touched his wet hair with some embarrassment, and had to take back the map and wait for it to dry in the shade.Lu Xuan laughed and said: "Don't be impatient." He closed the window, took a dry white towel from the shelf and gently wiped his hair: "Don't dry your hair, be careful of catching a cold."

Song Wuan dodged for a while but did not dodge, stretched out his hand to press the white scarf that was moving around his head: "I will do it myself. Besides, how can it be possible to catch a cold in such a hot day?"

Lu Xuandu stopped his movements regretfully, gave him the white scarf, and reluctantly slid his fingertips across his hair. He seemed a little obsessed with this feeling, and couldn't help stroking it for a while.

Song Wuan felt chills all over his body, and slapped his dishonest hand away: "What are you doing? Touch your own hair."

Lu Xuandu withdrew his hand calmly: "Ah Fu's hair is really soft. My master used to say that people with soft hair have soft hearts."

"superstitious."

Lu Xuandu replied: "Yes, yes, my master's hair is extremely soft, but I have never seen anyone who is more hard-hearted than him. It can be seen that these words are all false." Song Wuan looked at his expression , his eyes were silent for two minutes.He has seen this expression of smiling and bleeding in his heart too many times.

"Don't be sad." Song Wu'an stopped his hands, and said with a serious expression: "In this world, those who are unhappy are nine out of ten. There is no need to be sad."

"It's lovely, if you don't like it, you will be sad."

His hair stopped dripping, perhaps because his actions were too rough, which made his hair frizzy, Song Wuan replied: "Those who will not come back will not know that you are sad; those who do not see you in their eyes will not care." You are sad. So, sad is the most useless."

Lu Xuan laughed a little: "Ah Fu is really young and mature. How can you say such sad words?"

"The truth is always sad. If you don't like to hear it, I'll be fine if I don't tell it."

"No." Lu Xuan found a comb out of nowhere and began to comb his hair: "I like Ah Fu, I love to hear what Ah Fu says. Speaking of which, Ah Fu's hair is really easy to touch... ...it smells good..."

Song Wuan: "..." Abnormal!What does a big man smell like?

He had a blank face, and hit the comb in his hand with his fingertips. Unexpectedly, Lu Xuan didn't let go even though he was in pain. Instead, Song Wuan snorted, and silently reached out his hand to cover the painful hair.

Lu Xuan took back the wooden comb, dumbfounded: "Is Ah Fu okay? How about I rub it for you?"

After a long time, Song Wu'an turned his head to the other side, suppressed his voice and said, "It's okay, no need."

Lu Xuandu was silent for a while, and asked: "...are you crying in pain?"

"No." Song Wu'an's eyes were red, and he held his breath and refused to admit it. He didn't cry when he practiced so hard, how could he cry because of such a trivial matter?Absolutely impossible!

Lu Xuandu tapped the teardrop on his chin: "Then what is this?"

"Hair dripping."

Lu Xuandu sighed, and he gently removed Song Wuan's hand covering his hair: "My dear, Fu, let me take a look." He gently blew on the place that was hurt just now: "It's fine if you just blow it. It hurts, it doesn't hurt. It's all my fault."

Song Wu'an, whose hair was bristling on end, immediately stopped his overly numb movements. He wiped his face indiscriminately, took a hair tie and tied his hair up casually, and re-studied the maps of the cities of Qi.

Lu Xuandu reluctantly put down the comb, and his eyes stayed on the hairband of his bun: "Speaking of which, how old is Ah Fu? It seems that he hasn't reached the crown yet?"

"Seventeen."

Lu Xuandu suddenly felt guilty: "Seventeen? You're still a child, you can call me uncle."

Song Wuan turned his head and looked at the twenty-year-old man in front of him: "Uncle? You don't look as old as me."

"Someone has a good face." Lu Xuan shook his fan: "Lu is thirty and twenty this year."

Song Wuan blinked, and stared at the face without any fine lines for a long time, no matter what he could not be combined with the vicissitudes of his uncle's 32-year-old face.He shook his head and asserted: "How is it possible? You are lying to me."

Lu Xuan laughed like a fox who had stolen fish: "You really make me happy when you say that."

"Are you really two out of thirty?"

"It's true."

Song Wuan's lips trembled, and after a long while, he called unwillingly: "Uncle Lu..."