【Black Fu Ming】Small Formless

It was getting dark.Between the water and the sky, the vastness is vast, and there is chill in all directions; only the cabin of the small boat hides a trace of warmth.

Fu Jianhan played with the oar pole for a long time, and finally admitted that he was able to push the boat away before, relying entirely on a gust of wind; now that the wind and waves have changed, the direction of the boat can no longer be controlled.He simply threw the scull and went into the cabin to check the situation.

The fishy smell in the cabin was very strong.Fu Jianhan was worried at first that the man had been exhaling too much and not inhaling, but when he took a closer look, he found that the leader was awake, and he had conjured a fire pocket out of nowhere. The skin and flesh are pierced one by one with needles - it looks like a row of centipede feet from a distance.There was no expression on his face, as if what he was dealing with was not his own body, but a piece of dead matter.

Fu Jianhan squatted aside, staring at him brightly.Suddenly he stretched out his hand to wipe the back of the man's neck, and sure enough, his hand was sweating.

"This method of healing is really unique."

"...Screw your grandma, don't bother me."

Fu Jianhan smiled "Hey".He found that the little leader really had a temper all the time, and he didn't have the same temper.During the daytime, seeing him ordering rewards and punishments in front of the heroes, he not only put on airs, but also behaved very elegantly, very majestic and dignified; now the tone of his speech is quite like a down-and-out rough man.

"I heard from them that your name is Dongfang Weiming? How about I call you Brother Dongfang in the future?"

The Eastern Hierarch snorted noncommittally, took out a bottle of medicinal powder from his sleeve and sprinkled it on the wound on the "seam".No matter what color the medicine powder was originally, it turned into a pool of thick red when it was pasted on the knife wound.Seeing that the blood still couldn't stop, he took off the lighted torch and pressed it hard against the slit on his stomach.He couldn't bear it much himself, and finally let out a very low moan.

Fu Jianhan's scalp was numb from the call; he saw that the leader's lips were as white as his complexion, and wanted to say something to divert his attention.

"...Don't tell me, it smells pretty good."

The injured man closed his eyes tightly, but smiled angrily. "Want to have a bite?"

"Huh? Then you don't have to—"

"Those good friends of Daxia Fu, one or two are eager to eat the flesh and blood of me. You fulfilled their long-cherished wish for them, isn't it good?"

"Fu Mou doesn't have many friends." Fu Jianhan said decisively, "Xiao Ren counts as one; Brother Dongfang, would you like to be Fu Mou's friend?"

But Fu Jianhan didn't know that during the moment when he was unrestrained, the leader had countless thoughts in his mind - he thought to himself, this person is crazy, his behavior is completely unpredictable, Jiang Yu will definitely not cooperate with this person; He will save me on a whim, and he will kill me on a whim, so he still can't stay.

——However, if he was caught up by that group of people in a boat in the lake, his death would probably not look good.Rather than dying at the hands of chickens and dogs, it is better to die under a good sword that looks good.

After much deliberation, he was still undecided, but his energy was getting worse and worse, and he was about to fall asleep when he looked drowsy.The leader of Dongfang thought to himself whether he should make a cruel remark of "I like to kill people in my dreams", but he didn't think it made much sense.In a trance, his body tilted back uncontrollably, and he vaguely felt that someone was holding his occipital bone and gently placing it on the boat board.

Seeing that there was no sound inside or outside the cabin, Fu Jianhan simply lay down beside the leader.Head to head, feet to feet, the two swayed with the boat on the water, like a pair of babies sleeping in a cradle.

Dongfang Weiming had a dream.

He dreamed of a seven or eight-year-old doll, with shabby clothes and no shoes, but he looked very happy, rowing a boat, picking water chestnuts, and singing water tunes.He wanted to warn the little ghost not to drive into the deep water in the middle of the lake, but he still couldn't catch up with him.As the boat drifted away, suddenly many strange fish jumped out of the water, biting the baby's joint-like arms and legs, eating his body, splashing red pus and blood all over the boat.In the end, only one head fell on the board of the ship, turned around, and a sharp sneer appeared on his lips.

Should.They all deserve it.

He woke up from the dream and found that it was already morning.He was wearing a sweaty coat that was blood red in color.Dongfang Weiming sniffled in disgust, and put his clothes aside; turning his head, he saw that Fu Jianhan got up earlier and was meditating while adjusting his breath.His upper body was only wrapped in a close-fitting black dress, but it couldn't cover his strong muscles. From his chest to his abdomen, there were bumps and bumps. There were some scars on the bare arms, and it was unknown when they were left.

Dongfang Weiming glanced at it twice and then didn't want to look again, feeling jealous and angry.When he was young, he thought that as long as he studied hard and practiced hard, sooner or later he would be able to develop an enviable body. Unfortunately, after learning a certain evil sword technique, his body was ruined as his kung fu improved.It's not that he doesn't understand the truth of giving and receiving, but suddenly there is a person in front of him, who lives like the most rare appearance when he was young, which inevitably arouses some long-lasting sourness.

Fu Jianhan suddenly opened his eyes, first smiled, and then the corners of his mouth hung down.

"Brother Dongfang is better. But Fu is about to die."

"...Then you die."

"I just remembered that I drank all the wine on my body." Fu Jianhan complained to himself, "Fu can last for seven or eight days without food, and if he doesn't drink, he can't last for about two days—"

"Then go ashore."

"This boat is so strange. I don't know where it turns as I walk. I haven't seen where the shore is so far."

"Sailing a boat depends on dexterity, not brute force." Dongfang Weiming pulled out a row of silver needles that had been used to seal the wound, stood up reluctantly, and walked to the stern.

Fu Jianhan jumped up and followed him enthusiastically, "As the saying goes, northerners drive horses, while southerners sail boats; brother Dongfang must be a southerner?"

"..." Dongfang Weiming didn't answer, enduring the throbbing pain in his abdomen and concentrating on shaking the oar.In fact, he was also eager to go back to the shore and find a medical center and pharmacy for supplies; the knife wound was barely treated, and he didn't know if his internal organs were injured, so he couldn't delay it.An injured and weak Tianlong leader is like a pot of pig blood poured into the sea, which can attract swarms of sharks.

Fu Jianhan saw that his strength was insufficient, so he held the scull pole with both hands from his left and right sides, adding some strength.To say that the Dongfang Hierarch is actually slightly taller than him, but his wound hurts and his back is bowed, so Fu Jianhan happened to be wrapped in his arms.Dongfang Weiming was quite ashamed in his heart, but because he lost a lot of blood, his whole body was cold, and suddenly a body as hot as a stove was stuck behind his back, which was really comfortable.He comforted himself and said that when he recovered from his injuries by [-] to [-]%, he would definitely make this person look good; although he was seriously injured and weak, but in terms of his ignorant and unconscious ability to poison people to death, he is still unrivaled in the world.

Seeing that he didn't resist, Fu Jianhan became more and more happy, and said: "Speaking of which, even the sect masters and gang masters of those small sects in Jianghu are very pompous when they go out. Dot the left and right, shouting at the front and embracing at the back. Brother Dongfang is the lord of a sect, how come there is only one alone when he goes out, and he still has to paddle the boat by himself?"

"...You inquired so much, do you want to join my Tianlong Cult?"

"Well, Fu is wild and used to it, and can't stand the constraints of those family rules. But if the leader is short of someone to serve, you only need to send someone to Luoyang 38 Square to deliver a message. No matter where Fu is in the world, he will go there as soon as possible. .”

"...to serve?" Dongfang Weiming narrowed his eyes and turned to look at him, "How do you serve me?"

His eyes are quite ferocious, and among the people in Jianghu, he can not only scare off reckless men and dogs, but also stop children from crying at night.But he couldn't bluff the people behind him.

"Killing and stealing goods, tracking and seeking revenge, sniffing out news... Fu is good at all of them." Fu Jianhan lowered his head and chuckled, and the hot air that he exhaled and breathed sprayed into the neck of the man in his arms. "No matter how bad it is, it's like sailing a boat. Brother Dongfang can teach me with his own hands."

He does learn fast.Dongfang Weiming let go of the scull, tapped the arm that was blocking him, and walked back to the cabin to rest.He was half lying on the deck of the boat, with his hair open and his arms open, stretching his waist and said: "It's hard to find three-legged toads from the Tianlong Sect, and there are two-legged people everywhere, so many that I'm tired of it; I'm not alone. You are missing one."

"Those," Fu Jianhan shook his head solemnly, "Fu also met three or five, most of them were trash. If the leader is surrounded by a group of useless trash to support and protect, how can Fu be at ease."

Dongfang Weiming secretly said, it really was you—a few elders of the Tianlong Sect died outside for no reason, which made him suspect that there were traitors in the sect, or that powerful figures in the righteous way were plotting, so he was sent by Jiang Yu. Just now, he decided to use his tricks and travel far away alone.Unexpectedly, after going around and around, the real murderer jumped in front of him by himself.He wanted to kill again, but the smile on his face became wider and wider.

"—Well said. Brother Fu is so capable and loyal to me, but how can I ask me to reward you?"

"Well——" Fu Jianhan really thought for a moment, and said: "Brother Dongfang hummed a song when he was in a daze last night. It's very nice. Can you sing it again?"

Dongfang Weiming crushed the life and death talisman in his palm. "——Can't you treat me as the sister who sings with the wine?!"

Fu Jianhan said innocently: "Ah, dare not, Fu really just wants to listen to the music, nothing else. If Brother Dongfang is angry, forget it."

He really doesn't know the rules.In Fu Jianhan's view, whether it is playing the piano, singing, fishing, cooking, feeding horses, or digging, they are all the same skills; naturally, the more skills the better.

To say that Dongfang Weiming's temper is really weird, he wants to kill someone when he is even slightly annoyed;He looked up and down the person who punted the boat, then suddenly lifted his hem, and said with a light smile: "I don't know what Brother Fu wants to hear? Eighteen touches?"

"what?"

He didn't wait for Fu Jianhan to agree, and started to sing seriously, "reach out and touch the silk of my sister's face, dark clouds flew for a long time; reach out and touch the front of my sister's head, the sky is full and addictive—" Wherever he sang, his eyes swept there.

Contrary to what he expected, Fu Jianhan was not at all uncomfortable when he was looked at, he just said wronged: "Brother Dongfang didn't sing this song last night..."

"I've fallen asleep, who knows what it's singing about."

He actually does.

The boat gradually sailed into a clump of reeds; the surface of the water was covered with oily green duckweed and other things.Dongfang Weiming leaned down against the side of the boat with one hand, reached into the water with the other hand, fished out a few dark objects and threw them on the board of the boat; the objects were fat in the middle, pointed at both ends, and looked like ingots.He grabbed one and broke it into two halves, revealing the glistening flesh inside.He threw the other into Fu Jianhan's arms, and the sharp horn made the man ouch.

"This is?"

"water chestnut."

Fu Jianhan felt that this thing was prickly and penetrating, but he was really hungry, so he also broke open one, bit it down, and was immediately astonished.He ate a few in a row, looked at Dongfang Weiming and said with a smile: "This stuff is so good, it's black and hard on the outside, but it's so crispy and refreshing on the inside, with plenty of juice."

Dongfang Weiming frowned and stared at him for a long time.He thought about Fu Jianhan's demeanor and expression when he was listening to the music just now, plus all the previous sword competitions, and he felt that this person is a martial idiot, and maybe he saved himself by fighting for life and death; he should not say anything obscene with puns talk.

Forget it, if it was just like this, it would be easy to fulfill him.