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Chapter 13
"Du Zhong!" A milky voice said.
Diao Yuliang didn't have a moment of peace in the year he danced the spoon. There is a cricket cage hanging on Yuhuan, and the crickets chirping as they move, throwing a series of sounds.
Huo Linfeng said: "Fourth Palace Master, today is very imposing."
Diao Yuliang smiled, couldn't help touching the jade ring around his waist, and said, "Third brother gave it." The result of the bet was already out, and Lu Zhun lost 3,000 taels, and he even paid for his beautiful suet jade.
Huo Linfeng sat upright on the back of a horse, with two burdens straddling the saddle, dismounted from the horse and led the reins to walk with him. He never had the pleasure of coaxing children, so he euphemistically tweeted: "The palace master doesn't need to worry about me, don't delay your business."
Diao Yuliang couldn't understand: "I have nothing to do." Huo Linfeng won money for him, and he looked at the other side like a treasure. "Yesterday, Ruan Ni and Zou Lin moved in. You are so late." He led Huo Linfeng to the stable, intending to help him get acquainted.
Huo Linfeng unpacked and carried it to the most spacious and open part of the palace. Diao Yuliang said, "This place is called 'Miao Cangtai', and it is the place where all the disciples practice. You need to train them."
Huo Linfeng swept it roughly, the plum blossom piles, the Qiankun Bureau, the bricks and stones were smooth and light, showing that it was very hard work. At the back is the main hall of the carved beam embroidered household "Shen Bi Hall". When he visited at night, he did not see the real thing.
Passing through a different garden, the mellow fragrance is floating, which is Duan Huaike's drunken and elegant building. Diao Yuliang said: "Behind this is the disciple's residence, called Qianjitang."
Qianji Hall is deeply like the mansion of Hou's mansion, and you can see the inner courtyard when you walk through the hall. After turning around, Diao Yuliang led him to a small courtyard, a bamboo pavilion, with the door locked, and the courtyard was full of weeds.
Diao Yuliang said, "It's a good yard, but it's been empty for a year and it's a little dirty." He summoned his disciples and ordered him to clean them up. When Huo Linfeng put down his burden, they went out through the south gate.
"Don't approach the Cangjin Pavilion recently." He kindly reminded, "The third brother is depressed, and he has a scimitar attack every day."
Huo Linfeng wanted to ask the reason, but came across a small lotus pond. Go to the wooden bridge, open the pink flowers and green leaves, fold the lotus pods and chew fresh lotus beans, then board the boat and stagger away.
The fewer flowers go, the deeper the water goes, Huo Linfeng dipped his hands in the water and raised his eyes, leaving him alone in the boat. The branches and leaves in all directions have not moved, and the water surface is still without ripples. Could the child just disappear out of thin air?
Whoa! The water splashed around the boat, and Diao Yuliang emerged from the bottom of the water and grabbed the edge of the boat. Huo Linfeng was suddenly startled, he didn't care to wipe away the water droplets, he grabbed the opponent's arm and wanted to lift it up. Diao Yuliang was submerged in water, and he was as swift as a fish, pushing the boat on the bottom of the water.
Huo Linfeng's surprise turned to surprise. After a cup of tea, Diao Yuliang was still submerged in the water. "Fourth Palace Master?" He started to probe, vaguely hooked on Diao Yuliang's jade ring, and pulled it back to the boat.
The little man who was dripping with water was furious, "You motherfucker..." Diao Yuliang wiped his face and covered his waist adoringly, "If it breaks for me, I will suffocate you in the swamp."
Huo Linfeng didn't listen, his eyes turned more and more behind Diao Yuliang. The small rivers are connected one after another, and a section of wooden road is built with a hut in the heart of the river. A grass pavilion is built next to the house, and a few juvenile clothes are hung on the railings. He asked curiously, "You live here?"
Diao Yuliang replied, "Yes, I can't live without water."
Passing through the hut without stopping, he swayed to the back mountain, Huo Linfeng remembered that there was Rong Luoyun's Bieyuan. The boat approached the beach, went ashore and passed through a dense bamboo, and arrived at Wumingju. When he reached the door, Huo Linfeng lowered his head and faced the lynx at the foot of the wall.
When the lynx saw that it was him, its back arched and neighed, and hurriedly fled. At this time, Diao Yuliang also screamed, and it was Lu Zhun who was raided.
Lu Zhun lost all his gold and clenched his teeth: "You little bastard, you asked the second brother for your money, right!"
Diao Yuliang cried out in pain: "Doing your shit? I'm holding the wrong treasure, who is it!"
Huo Linfeng, fearing that he would suffer, gradually retreated to the door, and suddenly heard something strange when his auricle moved. Two dark brown hidden weapons came flying, he turned around and hurriedly stopped them, and spread them out, only to see two fruit pits lying still in the palm of his hand, still wet.
He looked at the half-open window, and behind him Lu Zhun and Diao Yu chased further away, and this side was quiet. After stepping on the gravel on the ground, he stopped outside the window across the porch, and caught a glimpse of the Shu brocade quilt and the light gauze tent. A hand wrapped in a handkerchief stuck out from the tent, and squeezed a preserved fruit from the small box.
For a moment, the body behind the curtain moved slightly, such as ink splashing down his hair, and Rong Luoyun sat up with the curtain raised. He heard the movement long ago, leaned over and turned his face to see Huo Linfeng outside the window.
Huo Linfeng stood upright, like a sentry standing guard in the army, and his eyes were straight, like the sun in the blue sky at the moment. He stared at Rong Luoyun's bulging cheeks, understood the origin of the palm kernel, and suddenly felt hot.
Rong Luoyun got out of the bed with bare feet, some loose crowns swaying behind his head, washed his face with cold water, and walked to the eaves with two or three porcelain bottles. Sitting cross-legged on the futon, the light was blocked as soon as the veil was undone. Just like when the stairs collided, this man stood in front of him like a wall.
Huo Linfeng said, "Palace Master, let me help you."
The person next to him can't wait, but he is very good at dressing wounds. Rong Luoyun is obedient, holding his hand to him obediently. After wiping with cotton gauze and ordering the medicinal powder, Rong Luoyun asked softly with the core of the fruit, "Where are you from?"
Huo Linfeng lied without hesitation: "As soon as I can remember, I have lived with my master on Zhuosha Island. I have no father or mother, and I don't know where my roots lie."
Rong Luoyun asked again, "Where is Zhuosha Island?"
There is a restaurant in Saibei City called "Zhushaju", which is Huo Linfeng's favorite place to go. He said, "It's just a deserted island. Master is a reclusive ranger. When the fairy passed away at the beginning of the year, I walked all the way to the south to watch the flowers."
Rong Luoyun nodded, Huo Linfeng took advantage of the situation and said, "Palace Master, I have an older brother, because he was weak and did not practice martial arts since he was young, so he couldn't serve the Bufan Palace. But rough work is not a problem, can you ask him to be a servant? "
He raised his eyes as he spoke, but Rong Luoyun didn't look at him. After a while, he said lightly, "It's okay, it's just a meal for a few people."
"Xie Palace Master." Huo Linfeng held his right hand with his palm facing up. With the remaining piece of cotton yarn, he saw drops of water hanging behind Rong Luoyun's clean face, so he handed it over: "Wipe your face."
Rong Luoyun caught it, not cherishing this finely crafted face, and rubbed it carelessly.
He sat under the eaves, and Huo Linfeng squatted outside the eaves, hiding in the shade and exposing to the sunny day. Lightly tilting the tip of his nose, he smelled the acacia fragrance of the other party's clothes, and couldn't help thinking about the handkerchief, and described the feeling of the other party picking up the handkerchief.
Rong Luoyun asked casually, "Do you like Fengyuechang?"
Huo Linfeng was stunned for a moment, this cool and cold character almost made him forget, Rong Luoyunzhan blindly "colored", is a fanatic who picks flowers and destroys them. He thought to himself that if he wanted to win the trust of the other party, he should do whatever he liked, so he replied, "I like Wenrou Township the most. The rain trails are all overturned, and Jiao'e comforts me to spend a good night."
Rong Luoyun was stunned for a moment, and as if he was disgusted, he quietly leaned back a little. He thought mockingly that he was still a romantic one, so he twitched the corner of his mouth and said frivolously, "I must have been to the Chaomu Lou, do you have your favorite Jiao'e?"
Huo Linfeng searched and recalled that he saw many beauties that night. Who are they all named? If he replied to Rong Duanyu, he might be flattering. He said vaguely, "...heart Baoluo, willing to be her servant."
Rong Luoyun shivered with sour words, and the glamorous scenery in the brothel appeared in his mind, as if his ears were snarling. As soon as he waved his hand: "It's all right, just step back." He turned his face and shoved him, as if it wasn't him who asked the question.
When the person left, Rong Luoyun went back to his room to read, but he was still reading the difficult and obscure book. After spending a few hours in one breath, the stomach was empty, and then he was willing to go from Wumingju to Shenbi Hall.
There was no one in the hall, Rong Luoyun walked to the door of the hall holding the custard box, and saw the grand scene on Miao Cangtai. The disciples of the He Palace filled the open space, all armed with weapons, and practiced under the leadership of the eldest disciple. Xu is that Du Zhong was born out of nowhere, disturbing the mood of the other eldest disciples, this is a competition.
He glanced around and saw Huo Linfeng and a group of disciples huddled in the corner.
Huo Linfeng leaned against the tree, thinking that he could order Qianjun in just one voice, but now he has to fight for a bright seat. That's all, he pointed to the southeast corner: "The flat ground is narrow, and the plum blossom piles are on it."
Plum Blossom Pile practice solid footing, which is a basic skill. Seeing this, Huo Linfeng jumped up and said, "If you don't get the five moves, you can stop practicing. Who will come?"
A disciple confronted each other, and Huo Linfeng kicked him down with two moves. The fire in his chest was rising, and Shen Fengjing kept practicing the basic skills every day.
In the Shenbi Hall, Rong Luoyun watched from a distance and unknowingly emptied the milk cake in the box. He stepped over the threshold and crossed the line, and Yi Shui'er disciple respectfully called him "Palace Master".
Rong Luoyun jumped on the tree trunk, curled his left leg and shook his right leg lightly, holding a tender green leaf in his mouth, and continued to watch the battle of plum blossom piles.
Huo Linfeng is independent: "All come up."
Come to one to fight one, to two to fight doubles, without the power of the internal force of the weapon, purely rely on the balance of fists and feet. The disciples fell like raindrops knocking on the window, and they were already silent. Only then did Huo Linfeng land: "One person, two piles, Zhama step."
Rong Luoyun said silently, there are fewer stakes than people.
Huo Linfeng ordered: "Stack Arhats." That wasn't enough, he went to the weapon rack to pick up a bamboo basket, folded it back and splashed it all over the subway. Everyone was terrified and trembling, he pondered: "When the Second Palace Master passes by and shows up, he will leave the pile."
The disciples said that when they were suffering, the second palace lord was the least fond of wandering around, and this was clearly aimed at rectifying them.
If Rong Luoyun rides a tiger in the canopy of a tree, how could he think that Huo Linfeng would bet against him. Silent for a moment, he simply stayed like this, closing his eyes and leaning against the tree to take a nap.
An hour passed, and Huo Linfeng stood upright and accompanied the disciples, motionless.
Another hour passed, someone was shaking, and Huo Linfeng quickly held the person with his eyes and hands.
He didn't move an inch. Under the torment of iron heart, there was hidden silent concern. The disciples pursed their lips and gritted their teeth. It was like this until dusk, when the plum blossom piles were dyed red and plum color, he asked, "Can you last until sunset?"
The disciples gave their approval.
Huo Linfeng nodded in satisfaction, picked up the caltrops, and then retreated to lean against the tree gently. The sun was sinking inch by inch, and the red-hot glow was like a phoenix devouring the sky.
He tilted his head, lightly climbed the tree trunk and flew up, intending to hide from the beauty of the sky.
Unexpectedly, Rong Luoyun Xiaomei woke up in a daze, and told him to bump into the beautiful scenery under the tree.
Huo Linfeng was stunned for a moment, but Rong Luoyun was suddenly sober. His layered shirts rubbed against each other's arrow sleeves, he lowered his eyes to see his chest, raised his eyes to meet his brows, there was nowhere to avoid it.
Piansheng asked first, "Palace Master, why are you sleeping on a tree?"
Rong Luoyun frowned: "Didn't you say I'd show up and get down?"
Huo Linfeng was stunned for a second, then turned his face and shouted, "This is the end of the day, let's go back to Qianji Hall."
The disciples supported each other and went away, whether a dove occupies a magpie's nest, or a pair of eagles fight for the top, they are the only ones facing each other among the trees. Rong Luoyun's cold face hid embarrassment: "Don't take me as a bet in the future." He flicked the opponent's arm away, twisted his body and jumped, and flew away like a swallow with a light effort.
The residual warmth was still there, and Huo Linfeng was left alone for a moment, staring straight at the sinking twilight.