Chapter 15 Fangri Rabbit...

Zhao Feihong was stunned for a moment, and then he was choked and could not make a sound. You Mengzhe drank a little wine, got up and set off a whip, tied the fireworks to the nearby tree, crouched under the tree, lit it with flint tinder, lit incense, and then led the way. Fireworks.

In an instant, one lead ten, ten lead a hundred, and under the dim sky, the whole dead tree erupted with colorful and splendid fireworks, illuminating the surroundings like a dream.

The master and the apprentice were sitting at the table drinking. Zhao Feihong never made it clear that he would accept You Mengzhe as his apprentice, and You Mengzhe never obeyed the rules. However, deep down, he was thrifty and cold-hearted, and he did everything by himself, and he was the leader of the martial arts alliance. There is still some reverence.

It didn't take long for the fireworks to disappear, and the surroundings dimmed again. Zhao Feihong's deep eyes flashed past prosperity, and finally returned to silence.

"This is rubbish." You Mengzhe squatted in front of the tree to remove the whip: "It will be gone in a while."

Zhao Feihong sighed: "Good-looking things are short-lived, and the world is prosperous, and it's just mediocre."

You Mengzhe raised his head slightly, and seemed to have heard what Zhao Feihong meant. Looking at the broken gray sky through the bare branches, he suddenly said, "Master."

After a brief silence, Zhao Feihong raised his eyebrows and said, "What?"

You Mengzhe lowered his head and continued to scratch his whip and asked, "Did you like my mother before?"

Zhao Feihong didn't answer, You Mengzhe said, "Yes, you just don't talk. I take it as your default."

Zhao Feihong: "..."

You Mengzhe suddenly got up and said, "Either let us come to double cultivation, and your old wish will be fulfilled. You can treat me as my mother..."

Zhao Feihong: "What nonsense!"

You Mengzhe: "Come on, Master, my disciple knows that you must be..."

Zhao Feihong raised his hand to block it, and You Mengzhe went to the stone table to grab it. Zhao Feihong's face was flushed, and he said angrily, "Presumptuous! You have grown a bit in these days, but you are still full of dirty thoughts..."

You Mengzhe: "Food, sex, and nature, how can this be called a dirty mind? Hey, Master, don't run away, Master! Be careful!"

Zhao Feihong couldn't hide in time, he actually fell on the ground, and You Mengzhe burst into laughter, seeing that Zhao Feihong was having such a troubled time, he flicked his sleeves and said, "Just kidding."

Zhao Feihong: "..."

You Mengzhe sat back on the bench and took care of his own food. Zhao Feihong took a deep breath before he sat down and said, "Mengzhe."

"Huh?" You Mengzhe's mouth was full, and he looked up at Zhao Feihong.

Zhao Feihong poured the wine, the teacher and the apprentice clinked glasses, the snow fluttered outside the pavilion, and it finally snowed in the south of the Yangtze River. Everywhere, trivial snow debris flew and rolled up and dàng in the breeze.

"This pavilion is called Jiangshan Pavilion." Zhao Feihong said, "And 1,200 years ago, Ting County was not called Ting County."

"Oh." You Mengzhe knew that Zhao Feihong wanted to talk about ancient times, and many things he had never heard of before. Gutian had never said these things in the upper reaches of the mountain. Zhao Feihong was very knowledgeable, and You Mengzhe really admired him from the bottom of his heart.

Zhao Feihong drank wine and poured it for the two of them, saying, "First there was Jiangshan Pavilion, then there was Tingxian County. More than a thousand years ago, foreign tribes invaded, and in the Central Plains, aliens and our tribe were divided into north and south..."

You Mengzhe said: "I know that the history is called the division of the north and the south. The north of Meishan and Yuhengshan is the territory of the Huns. The south of the Yangtze River is connected to the eight states of Yunmeng, and the counties of the East China Sea are placed in the south." I read it in Fei Hong's library, but I still remember it very clearly.

Zhao Feihong said happily: "At that time, the Huns assembled a large army to invade the south, moved to Jiangzhou, Jiangnan, and entered Luxian, where they slaughtered a lot. There was a hero who led the martial arts in the south of the Yangtze River to rebel against the defending city, and finally came to Jiangzhou Heihe. The rescue of the A Army successfully defeated the Huns and drove them back to the north of Yuheng Mountain."

You Mengzhe listened quietly, and Zhao Feihong said again: "That hero was shot with six arrows, but he was determined not to go to the front line. The Xiongnu retreated, and Fang lost too much blood and died. The people buried him on this Lushan Mountain, and built the Jiangshan Pavilion. To commemorate his achievements in life, this place was named Ting County."

"Yeah." You Mengzhe raised his head, countless jackdaws swept across the pale sky, and I don't know where is the place where the bones are buried.

"The greatest hero is for the country and the people." Zhao Feihong said.

You Mengzhe didn't speak any more, his heart was a little touched.

Heroes!

After dinner, You Mengzhe followed Zhao Feihong all the way home, and suddenly felt that there was nothing unusual about being a hero. He usually did good deeds, helped his neighbors, and occasionally killed a demon cult... No, didn't the demon sect often do good deeds before? You Gutian also has a bit of a heroic demeanor.

Heroes are ordinary people. Since they are ordinary people, most of them have weaknesses, and they have to find weaknesses to break through.

You Mengzhe sighed.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Feihong heard him sigh for the first time since he knew this little slick.

You Mengzhe said, "I miss my mother."

Zhao Feihong said lightly, "I miss her too."

You Mengzhe did not expect Zhao Feihong to cooperate so much, and asked after a while, "What do you like about her?"

Zhao Feihong shook his head, put his hands behind his back on the Luqiao, and said, "I can't tell."

You Mengzhe stood beside him, one big and one small, more like father and son than master and apprentice. Zhao Feihong seemed to be in memory of his deceased wife, while You Mengzhe was like he was in memory of his deceased mother.

You Gutian seldom mentioned this to him, and sometimes he said it, at most, with a light sentence. You Mengzhe blushed, hugged Zhao Feihong's waist, and leaned behind him.

There is a father smell, he is more like a competent father than You Gutian.

After a moment of silence, You Mengzhe touched Zhao Feihong's waist down with his hand.

Zhao Feihong: "..."

"Mother..." You Mengzhe choked.

Zhao Feihong coughed in embarrassment, pulled his hand away, and said casually, "Meng Zhe, in the future you will have your own wife and children, and a seven-footed man will stand up to the sky, and one day, he will become someone else's dependence. Your mother knows, It will be a great joy in heaven."

The two returned to the county along the Luqiao, and You Mengzhe said lazily, "I don't want to marry a wife and have children."

"That's because the kung fu you practiced is Zhuanyang Zhenjing." Zhao Feihong said: "So you are afraid of women, and it will be fine after you dissipate your whole body."

You Mengzhe's mouth twitched and said, "Don't let it go."

Zhao Feihong said: "After the new year, I will take you to Beijing when I open the chūn. The principle of connecting the meridians in the distant mountains, and using needles and stones to help you can disperse your Yang-Turning Gong, and maybe you can keep your true qi in your body."

You Mengzhe: "That one can't be fixed... What if it all falls apart?"

Zhao Feihong said: "Then start from scratch, teach you step by step for the teacher, and then practice again, why is it difficult?"

You Mengzhe was a little reluctant, but it was useless to say more, so he had to put it aside first, anyway, there is always a way to come to Japan.

There were whip pào noises everywhere, and when he got home and turned on the lamp, Zhao Feihong cooked rice paste and adjusted it with a brush. You Mengzhe stepped on the chair and attached the couplet to the door.

"Be careful, stand firm." Zhao Feihong hugged You Mengzhe's waist.

You Mengzhe: "Is it crooked?"

Zhao Feihong said: "Just right."

The chūn couplet, the word fortune, the fortune-telling and treasures, and the chūn-pour-blessing paste, suddenly the desolate courtyard became lively. You Mengzhe looked at the red-colored small house and felt a strange feeling in his heart. That is the feeling of a warm little home that has never been seen on Yuheng Mountain.

Just like the mother went back to her parents' home, the father and son spend the New Year at home.

Zhao Feihong said: "Move the narcissus to the hall, and there may be guests visiting tomorrow to pay New Year's greetings."

"Oh." You Mengzhe was busy and busy, and finally the house was arranged. Zhao Feihong took the black gold stick, picked a string of whips, and hung it outside the door, preparing to open the door tomorrow. The two stood in the courtyard for a while. , You Mengzhe said, "I went to sleep."

Zhao Feihong nodded. He seemed to be thinking about something all day. After a long time, he smiled and said, "It's been almost ten years since I was a teacher. In the coming year, I have to work hard and not be lazy. You and I supervise each other."

"Okay." As soon as You Mengzhe heard the martial arts practice, he lost his mind and went back to his room to sleep.

When You Mengzhe returned to his room, the lights in the house went out one by one, and the light dimmed—Zhao Feihong held the candlestick, turned off the lights in the hall and the four rooms, and went into Meng Zhe's room to turn over the brazier. You Mengzhe turned around and faced the wall, his jet-black eyes shining brightly.

Zhao Feihong went out again, and after a while everything was quiet.

You Mengzhe's ears moved, but he didn't hear Zhao Feihong returning to his room, what was he doing?

A faint sound of music sounded, he was playing the flute! You Mengzhe rolled over and sat up and looked out the window. He had seen Zhao Feihong's flute score, but it was the first time he had heard it.

The flute sound is ethereal and tactful, returning to the dàng under the snowy night, and with the broken snow flying all over the sky, rubbing into the indescribable and inexhaustible feelings.

Upstairs, the lanterns accompany Xiaoshuang, and those who sleep alone have an acacia chuáng; how many acacia one-night stands? The end of the earth is not long.

The rustling and fine snow reflected the long winter night, and the air was clear and clear, and the flute sound was melodious and scattered all over the world.

You Mengzhe lay on his side and closed his eyes, as if he heard the sound of peach blossoms blooming in the early days, the clear sky in the wind, and a slender woman stood under the peach tree.

The longing in the music was long, You Mengzhe gradually fell asleep, and the colors around him gradually dimmed.

The brazier was burning brightly, and it was warm when woke up in the middle of the night.

After an unknown amount of time, You Mengzhe was sweating, his mouth was dry, and when he opened his eyes, he heard a cough in the distance. It was Zhao Feihong's voice.

No, chuī flute chuī has a cold? You Mengzhe got up and scratched his head. He was wrapped in a quilt before, which was warm and soft. He slept with his hips stiff and felt a little dry. It's been a long time since I've been gān... haven't been rehabilitated for a long time, and a lust in heart is just around the corner.

You Mengzhe took a sip of water, retracted into the quilt, couldn't help but stretched out his hand to rub his chest, touched his crotch, and stretched out his gloves. There was a bit of redness on his face, and when he was rubbing through his thin pants, he suddenly heard Zhao Feihong's heavy breathing, as if he was asthmatic.

What is he doing? You Mengzhe became curious, put on clogs and walked out, this old widow... No, Zhao Feihong is not his father, and nothing happened to his mother, and he is only thirty-six and not old.

How has he been through the years? No wife and no concubine... But maybe it's impossible to know what happened with his mother. You Mengzhe thought of a strange idea, but he forgot it in a flash. When the leader of the martial arts alliance thinks of a woman, how to solve it? It is naturally impossible to go to prostitution, that is, the right hand is given to the right hand. Maybe now he is in love with the right hand. Zhao Feihong has been playing for many years, maybe he is good at this, and maybe he has some new tricks. It’s okay to watch and learn ...You Mengzhe took off his clogs, walked barefoot, sneaked close to Zhao Feihong's room, poked a hole in the window paper, and looked in.

Zhao Feihong meditated in the room, eyes closed, his beautiful eyebrows were twisted into knots, his forehead was covered in sweat, as if in extreme pain.

You Mengzhe: "..."

Go on fire! He's gone crazy! You Mengzhe roared in his heart, pushed open the door immediately and went in, exclaiming in ecstasy, "Master! Have you gone wrong with your practice?!"

Zhao Feihong didn't answer, You Mengzhe jumped three feet, jumping with joy, looking left and right, Zhao Feihong spit out a mouthful of blood, and the white shirt was covered with blood.

You Mengzhe's color changed, and he reached out to touch his forehead, only to see Zhao Feihong's face pale, his lips red, and his skin hot.

You Mengzhe went to touch his pulse door again, his true qi was running wild, his pulse was fast and slow, and he really went crazy.

It's really a great thing to be encountered by myself.

"Don't be afraid!" You Mengzhe said, "If you vomit blood, you will vomit blood, and you won't die. My Zhuanyanggong is used to treat mishaps... Wait! Master!"

Zhao Feihong couldn't answer, and it was difficult to even open his mouth. The penis between his crotch was supporting the thin trousers. His whole body was about to burst with masculinity. His heart was burning. talked a lot with You Mengzhe today, and remembered the past, and even lost true qi for a while. When fell asleep, wanted to practice the sub-gong to straighten the meridians, but went wrong. Now it is extremely dangerous, and at any time, the muscles and veins may be exhausted, and he will vomit blood and die.

When the real person is not as good as the sky, You Mengzhe still remembers that there is this skill in the second volume of Zhuanyang Zhenjing, in order to prevent each other from being confused and infatuated with each other during the double cultivation.

Where are the books? You Mengzhe rummaged in Zhao Feihong, turned the cabinet and box upside down, found his package, lit the lamp, and immersed himself in the pages of the book to study it in detail.

On the road of infuriating energy, the Governor Vessel flows through Niwan xué at Huiyin... That's great!Fortunately, Zhao Feihong didn't burn the book!

You Mengzhe said: "Master, I'm here to save you! You're going to go down!"

Zhao Feihong couldn't speak, but he could hear it, and immediately spit out another mouthful of blood.

You Mengzhe took a deep breath, opened his eyes, pushed Zhao Feihong onto the bed, tugged his sleeves left and right, unscrewed the box of fish paste, thought about it, and moved the oil lamp to the table beside the bed, ready to start.