The villain is too evil

Trapped in Fu Yan's arms, Xiao Nianzhi turned over with difficulty, turned over his face, and felt his hand burn.

"Do you have a fever?" Under the cover of the night, he couldn't see his face, and he could only judge by the feeling in his hands that he must be sick. The scorching heat of his skin was like holding a stove, and he could feel the steaming heat when he got close.

Fu Yan curled up, tried her best to stick to Xiao Nianzhi's back, and stubbornly put her hands on his waist again.

"Master, my stomach hurts." Before I came back in the evening, I felt uncomfortable in my stomach. At first it was a faint pain, and then it was like being stabbed in by a knife and pulled out without hesitation. The pain was severe, Fu Yan was overwhelmed all of a sudden.

Fu Yan didn't eat indiscriminately, she only had breakfast with Xiao Nianzhi today, and there was a piece of purple sweet potato cake that was gone, Master also ate breakfast and nothing happened, so there is something wrong with the purple sweet potato cake.

"Why does my stomach hurt? Did I eat too much?" Xiao Nianzhi got up and knelt on the bed, pressed his stomach lightly with his hands, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Being pressed to the point, Fu Yan gasped in pain and couldn't speak, and nodded her head up and down in the dark.

Xiao Nianzhi didn't know medical skills, so he could only judge that his stomach was damaged or... He seemed to think of something, he asked, "Is there something wrong with the purple sweet potato I ate today?"

Fu Yan snorted: "The purple potato cake is a bit cold."

Xiao Nianzhi hugged Fu Yan horizontally with both hands, got on the bed, put on her shoes, and hurried out the door.

"You still eat it cold, it's not good for your stomach, remember to tell me next time, you know." His voice was a little harsh, and Fu Yan responded obediently with a nasal tone.

I felt a little pitiful for the child in my arms, and realized that I was speaking too seriously, but what can a teenager understand, not to mention that if it wasn't for the purple potato cake I bought for him, he wouldn't have a stomachache.

Xiao Nianzhi softened her tone and coaxed: "It's my fault, I'm also at fault, I shouldn't have bought this for you without asking if you can eat it."

He only thought that children love sweets based on his own impression, and Fuyan just happened to fit this type of child, so he didn't think too much about it.

Arriving at the Baicao Hall in Nangong Mansion, the head of the house gave Fu Yan Wang Wenwen a review, diagnosed him as suffering from a cold, prescribed a prescription to warm his stomach, and told him to avoid irritating things for the next few days.

He also smeared Fuyan's stomach with herbal juice and applied it with a hot cloth to speed up the absorption of the juice.

Fortunately, Fu Yan was in good health. After lying down for half an hour, the redness on her face subsided, her forehead didn't burn to the touch, and she was more energetic.

Generally, if a child suffers from a severe cold, they will vomit and have a fever, but Fu Yan is a martial arts practitioner, and her physical fitness is much better than ordinary children, so how could she get sick so violently.

The head explained: "Everyone is different, they have some physical weaknesses more or less, it has nothing to do with martial arts, just keep giving birth, and you will be fine in a few days."

Xiao Nianzhi: "Thank you doctor."

"Xianjun is polite."

When Fuyan's complexion recovered, she yelled to go back to sleep. He hated the smell of medicinal herbs, and when he smelled it, he felt like he had eaten it in his mouth, which was weird.

It was Xiao Nianzhi who carried Fu Yan back, and Fu Yan pressed against his back, exhaling the heat that hadn't dissipated, making the back of his neck itchy.

The pain was gone, he wrapped his arms around Xiao Nianzhi's neck comfortably.

What a dependent child.

He thought, what did the child mean by his sweetheart's liking just now? Did he regard himself as the love of his life?But they are both men...

I dare not think about it, this is not only a paradox of ethics, but also against the way of nature.

Then, he pretended not to hear that sentence just now.

Xiao Nianzhi felt that he had a great sense of justice. He couldn't watch a normal child go astray and fall into a quagmire. Let him know about this, and he has the responsibility to remind him.

"Master, I don't feel pain anymore."

Xiao Nianzhi: "Yes."

"I can go by myself."

"fine."

In the evening, cicadas croak and frogs croak one after another, making the quiet depths even more peaceful.

After a while, Fu Yan muffled: "I like you."

Xiao Nianzhi's heart trembled violently, and immediately murmured to herself: Can you hear it, can't you hear it, didn't say it to me, can you hear it, can't you hear it...

Naihe Fuyan said again: "I... like Master."

His voice was low just now, Xiao Nianzhi didn't respond, so he thought he said it in a low voice, so he said it again.

Xiao Nianzhi couldn't pretend to be stupid and dodged it, so he misinterpreted his meaning: "Well, I like you as a teacher." He emphasized being a teacher, not me.

Fu Yan buried her head down, "You know."

What he was talking about was not the love between master and student. He had already expressed it clearly. He had a delicate mind, so how could he not know that he did it on purpose.

What else can I say?The door of this family is wide open, and it seems unreasonable for him to pretend to be stupid when he speaks plainly.

Xiao Nianzhi just didn't want Fuyan to go astray. On the other hand, he was also worried that his overly caring for him would make him have a strong dependence that could not be separated, and mistakenly took this dependence as liking. Anything wrong will be regretted for life.

Why let him hate himself in the future.

He said to Fu Yan: "It is normal for a master to treat you well. There is no master in the world who does not protect his disciples. You have become dependent on me, and you mistakenly think this as liking, but in fact it is not. When you grow up, you will love me." will understand."

He didn't add the sentence that you are still young, because he knows that Fuyan has her own thoughts, and he aspires to be a strong man, so it is easy to hurt his heart by saying this.

"I can tell the difference. My feeling for Master is liking. If Master doesn't believe me, then I will change liking into love. I love you, Master, because I like your love, not relying on it."

Like or love, there is no point in arguing, the years have not flowed like water, the night has not yet dawned, the love of a young man who went astray, after all, after going through wind and frost, it becomes riddled with holes, and it is also very clear. When the time comes, he will understand up.

"Okay," Xiao Nianzhi followed him and said, "If you like it, you will like it, and Master likes you too."

Why can't Fuyan hear the words of comfort?He still doesn't believe it, is it because he is young now, he can grow up, he can be more mature, and then he will let the master know that his liking is an unchanging love, and it has never changed since then.

Fu Yan lay on Xiao Nianzhi's back and fell asleep, the cup was printed under the moonlight, and the empty bottle died silently.

Xiao Nianzhi left behind a series of footprints, leaving Xingchen behind.

-

The next day, Fu Yan got up before Xiao Nianzhi, and practiced in the yard.

The sound of falling leaves woke Xiao Nianzhi who was lying on the bed, he rubbed his eyes, put on his clothes and walked out.

Leaning against the door frame and watching for a while, Fu Yan was probably still troubled by the last move of Nangong's sword technique, she couldn't turn around, the sword technique was not coherent and lethal.

Fu Yan tried several times, but ended in failure. He scratched his head irritably, and stabbed the air with his sword indiscriminately in a fit of anger.

The corners of Xiao Nianzhi's mouth turned up, heh, childish temper.

He walked over and said, "Aren't you used to it?"

Fu Yan slammed the sword on the table, her anger still persisted: "I can't figure out the last move, I can't practice it, it's been like this for several days."

Also, if the Nangong family's swordsmanship is so easy to comprehend, they won't be a school of their own, because the swordsmanship is admired by everyone in one party.

"It's okay, don't worry, take your time, if you can't learn it, I'll ask Nangong to teach you." Xiao Nianzhi said.

Fu Yan frowned: "Nangong Jin?"

"En." The chief disciple of Nangong Mansion is a master of kung fu among all the disciples, and he is even more familiar with the swordsmanship of his lineage, so it is best to ask him to teach him.

"Nangong's cultivation is good, and his sword skills are also good. He is familiar with this set of sword skills. Let him teach you so that you can learn quickly."

But Fuyan and Nangong are at odds with each other, let him teach her, isn't it quarreling every day?

"Can't master teach me?" Why did Nangong Jin come, he was worried that he would not be able to resist stabbing the mouth of that person who couldn't say anything good with his sword.

Xiao Nianzhi wants to teach, but the premise is that he knows it himself, he also wants to learn martial arts, but he doesn't know anything, so it's okay to mislead others.

"As a teacher, the level of dantian exercises is different from yours. What I teach you is hard to digest, and I'm afraid it will be counterproductive." Anyway, he has a very high reputation outside, and it is definitely necessary for him to be advanced. He can also use it to make things right when he needs it. up.

"Will he teach?" Fu Yan asked.

"Teach, definitely teach. If he doesn't teach, he will feel better." Xiao Nianzhi promised that they are all disciples of the same line, regardless of their incompatible identities, they still share a master. If you don't give this little face, Uncle Xiao will lose kill him.

So because of this sentence, Nangong Jin, who was sleeping soundly in the Library Pavilion, was invited out again by a disciple holding a Nangong Mingpai, asking him to teach Fuyan the sword technique.

It was the second time in a short period of time that others saw his image-ruined self. Nangong Jin almost stopped holding back and wanted to kill someone to silence him. Holding back his breath, he angrily asked Xiao Nianzhi to reason why he was asked to teach the little devil how to use swordsmanship. It's unbearable, his Nangong is full of righteous people, and his death will not have anything to do with monsters.

After going to Xiao Nianzhi's courtyard, Nangong Jin was really cowardly, but the tone of his voice could still tell that he was reluctant.

"Master, he is not from Nangong Mansion. He is the prince of Molu. Keeping him is a disaster. You can't be so confused. Look, he stabbed you with a sword. Who knows if it will happen for the first time?" There is a second time, think clearly."

Xiao Nianzhi nodded, still with a beating smile: "It's okay, it's okay, it's a family when you enter a house, besides, didn't he never hurt you? What's the hurry."

"You..." Nangong gasped.

Xiao Nianzhi: "Stop talking nonsense, do you want to teach or not?"

"Don't teach!"

"I'm not discussing with you."

Nangong raised his head proudly: "I don't teach."

Alright, Xiao Nianzhi unfolded his fan and prepared to make a big move, his back was facing a little sunlight, Jin Hui exploded around him, no matter how he looked at it, it was hard to calm down.

"If you don't teach me, I'll tell all your juniors and juniors that the majestic Nangong Manor digs his feet, stretches his legs, and drools while sleeping."

The sky thunder rolled, and five thunders struck the top.

Nangong Jin blushed and corrected, "I didn't pick my feet."

"But you're lying on your back and drooling in your sleep."

"Master, don't go too far."

"You're lying on your back, drooling in your sleep."

"I will not teach you even if you die."

"You're lying on your back, drooling in your sleep."

"You...you..." bullying.

"You are lying on all fours, sleeping..."

"Okay, okay." Nangong Jin bowed his head and compromised: "I'll teach, I can't do it."

Really, how can there be such a master in the world, who makes people submit to the shortcomings of his apprentices.

How could he have met him.

I think back then when I heard that the Immortal King came to Nangong Mansion, Nangong wanted to be his apprentice, but he knew this would be the result, and he didn’t dare to give him any money. Unfortunately, now, he can’t hide even if he wants to. .

The author has something to say: Nangong Jin: You are disrespectful as a teacher.

Xiao Nianzhi: You pick your feet while sleeping.

Nangong Jin: You are lecherous.

Xiao Nianzhi: You pick your feet while sleeping.

Nangong Jin: Teach bad disciples.

Xiao Nianzhi: You pick your feet while sleeping.

Nangong Jin: ...I rnmmp