Martial Arts Collection Pavilion

Chapter 39

The expression of embarrassment suddenly appeared on the face of the ruthless young master, Lin Daoru smiled slightly, but pulled off one of the hare's legs, threw it to Yang Wuyou, and said: "If you don't think the things in your hands are vulgar , and eat them together.”

Yang Wuyou has never been hungry since he was a child, and now he has left home on a temporary basis without any money, and there is no village in front of him, no shop in the back, at this moment, his stomach is growling, how can he feel disgusted? Heart.

While stuffing the rabbit leg into his mouth, he muttered: "I don't dislike it, I don't dislike it, brother is good at work, good at work. Hehe."

Seeing his appearance, Lin Daoru asked rather puzzled: "The young master is not enjoying blessings in the Danqing sect, so why did you follow me all the way in this wild river and lake, and he was hungry for nothing."

Although this person is arrogant and domineering, he can't be called a bad person. When he stabbed Young Master Wuqing with his sword intent, he could clearly feel that there was a guard with the peak strength of the seventh rank hidden beside him. Young Master Wuqing lost face, but he did not see him Attacked and ordered someone to avenge him.

It also aroused Lin Daoru's goodwill.But he didn't want to know why he followed all the way, and even came out of the influence of the Danqing Sect. You must know that this is the base of the Qinyin Sect. Although the two sects have been friends for generations, it doesn't mean that the disciples of the Qinyin Sect will give face to this ruthless son.

However, Yang Wuyou didn't answer his words. After eating the hare in his hand, he cupped his hands at Lin Daoru and asked, "Brother, don't call me son or son, it's just that the brothers under the teaching gave it to the brothers. It’s just a nickname, my name is Yang Wuyou. You can call me by my first name, don’t you know your last name?”

Seeing that Lin Daoru didn't want to answer, he didn't force it, so he just cupped his hands and said, "Brother Yang is being polite, I'm going to Lin Daoru."

Yang Wuyou grinned, feeling his mouth was greasy, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, but saw Lin Daoru wave his sleeve, and the oil stains on the corners of his mouth disappeared.

It was supposed to be a vulgar look, but Yang Wuyou was fascinated by it for a while, and then looked at his handkerchief, but he threw it far away and fell onto a small road.

After Lin Daoru was full, he was about to rest. He randomly found a big tree and meditated with his legs crossed and his eyes closed.

Yang Wuyou didn't intend to take a break, so he said out loud: "Brother Lin, what I am practicing is a strange lightness kung fu in the Jianghu. I have practiced hard since I was a child, I don't know what kind of martial arts Brother Lin is practicing, and I have worked hard to catch up for a long time in the daytime, but I still can't catch up with Brother Lin."

It turned out that it was Lin Daoru who saw him following him during the day, and it was hard to drive him away, so he had to use lightness kung fu to move forward, but he didn't expect that Yang Wuyou could keep up with him.

Seeing that Yang Wuyou reported his own martial arts first, and then asked himself, although he was a little surprised why this son of the Danqing sect was so ignorant of the rules of the world, he couldn't help being infected by the trace of innocence hidden under his domineering coat , Lin Daoru still sat cross-legged, and said in his mouth: "I am practicing escapism, and it is a martial art that is good at speed. Although the time of practice is not long, it has a little heat."

This Yang Wuyou is also familiar with himself. Seeing Lin Daoru's answer, he kept asking questions. Gradually, the moon was in the sky, and it was past midnight. Yang Wuyou gradually became sleepy. Beside Ru, the corner of his mouth yawned, but he fell asleep on Lin Daoru's lap.

Some couldn't help but look at this "good friend" who didn't know each other, then ignored him and continued to meditate.It was just an inexplicable emotion arising from the bottom of my heart, I hurriedly suppressed my thoughts, and said to myself: "I didn't come down the mountain with my back on my back, um. No."

I don't know if it was the influence of this master, or because there was a person on his lap, Lin Daoru couldn't settle down for a long time, and finally he could only let out a soft sigh, and looked at the fire for a while.

This child probably ran out secretly. Lin Daoru glanced at his belt, and he knew that the bag was a sachet, and it was flat in his arms, and it didn't look like there was money.

He is also a student of a great sect who yearns for the world, but if he is not supervised, he will easily go astray. Lin Daoru sees that his nature is not bad, but he can't bear him to become a scourge.

There are many grievances and grievances in the arena. Once you enter the arena, your legs get stuck in the quagmire, and you can't pull them out no matter what.

Early in the morning of the second day, Yang Wuyou woke up leisurely, and saw himself pressed on Lin Daoru's lap, and Lin Daoru was looking at him with eyes that he didn't understand.

Immediately, a trace of flush appeared on his face, and he cupped his hands at Lin Daoru in embarrassment, then got up and straightened his clothes.

Lin Daoru took another pheasant from the forest, and now he has completed the third level of the Marrow Washing Sutra, but he no longer has the same appetite as when he just practiced.

After they had breakfast, they wiped the oil from the corners of their mouths with their big sleeves, and they went on the road together and continued to Mount Tai.

Although Yang Wuyou was somewhat reluctant, he still couldn't. After all, he was penniless at this time, and Lin Daoru provided all his food, and he was attracted by Lin Daoru's aura of freedom and indulgence.

The two entered a city, and Lin Daoru's clothes looked a little tattered, but Yang Wuyou was better, after all, Lin Daoru walked ahead after all the jumping over mountains.

Yang Wuyou didn't change his clothes for several days, but he felt a little uncomfortable. Lin Daoru ignored his thoughts at all, and spent money to open two upper rooms.

Fortunately, the waiter in this store was clever, seeing that Yang Wuyou was dressed luxuriously and Lin Daoru was generous, so after preparing the bath water, he also prepared two sets of knight shirts.

Having a delicious meal, then taking a bath, and changing into a set of clean clothes, Yang Wuyou felt a little satisfied in his heart.

The fabric of this clothes is not good, it is new, but it is clean, Lin Daoru doesn't mind the tatters of his original clothes, but Yang Wuyou is very happy that he can change into a set of clean clothes.Well, it's just that the fabric is a bit poor, not as light as my own clothes.

The two rested in this inn for one night, and then left.

A few days later, a person came to the inn and saw the inn's Xiaoer wearing luxurious clothes, but he frowned, grabbed Xiaoer's neck and said, "Where did you get this clothes from?"

Xiao Er was strangled by him, but his legs kicked straight, unable to speak, the man snorted coldly and threw him on the ground.

Touching his neck, coughing a few times, Xiao Er wobbled up from the ground, rolled his eyes, but immediately knelt down on the ground again, kept kowtowing, and said in his mouth: "Master, The young one changed out of this clothes when the two young masters came to stay a few days ago. The young masters don’t want it, so the young one put it on after washing it on his own. It’s purely for extravagance. Just bypass the small ones."

The man gave him a disgusted look and asked, "Where did these two sons go?"

(End of this chapter)