Fairy, the chasing husband crematorium

In late autumn, the red leaves are like fire.

In the seldom-visited woods on Xizi Peak, there is often a sound of small footsteps.

"Senior brother Huang San, did you see that white bird? If you get it down, you will have dinner tonight." Duan Yu pointed to a tree two hundred steps ahead.

Huang San nodded, stretched out his silver arm, and a black gun barrel bounced out of it.

There was only a crisp snap, and the big white bird, which was humming happily, shook and fell straight to the ground.

A headshot.

Duan Yu picked up the bird, feeling a little ashamed.

At first, he just wanted Huang San to master gun skills. After all, his Austrian Glock 17 pistol was temporarily installed on it. Who would have thought that this thick-headed senior brother had an amazing talent in shooting.

This was two hundred paces away, and the other party didn't feel like aiming much.

From now on, if Senior Brother Huang San is equipped with a 32x or [-]x scope heavy sniper, then whoever provokes them, just hide and give the other party a headshot.

Well, Duan Yu thinks that practitioners are relatively powerful, especially those with higher realms. Generally, if they are headshot, they will definitely not die, that is, they will suffer some injuries.

To vent your anger, peace is the most important thing, and it is always good to not die.

At this time, Duan Yu brought Big Bird over and said, "Come on, Senior Brother Huang, deal with it."

With a buzzing sound, an ax popped out.

So with the axe, the big bird was quickly disemboweled, and the scene was a little weird for a while.

Huang San also felt weird, Duan Yu couldn't help explaining: "The space is limited, next time I will give you a kitchen knife."

It has to be said that Huang San was quite proficient in using this axe, and such a big axe was used to cut birds surprisingly smoothly, a bit like cutting a bird.

Duan Yu occasionally wondered if he didn't know that he had another talent—a weapon master.

When the big bird was strung on the bamboo sticks cleanly, Duan Yu took out the seasoning that had been prepared and sprinkled it on it, and said, "Brother, come and light the fire."

The next moment, rumbling flames spewed out, and Duan Yu rushed out, swept his charred sleeves, and complained: "I told you to roast a bird, not me."

Huang San said with a look of embarrassment: "Sorry, sorry, I can't grasp the strength well now."

At dusk, the fallen leaves are colorful.

Huang San and Duan Yu sat there, eating barbecue.

Duan Yu looked at Huang San and said, "How do you feel now?"

Huang San scratched his hair, which was almost nonexistent, and said embarrassingly: "I didn't say that, I was a little swollen for a while, and I always felt that I could hit ten."

Duan Yu calmly asked: "Who are the ten?"

"Ten who? Anyway, ten."

"Ten children are also ten, and ten old women who can't walk are also ten. Which ten do you mean by ten?" Duan Yu asked.

It was rare for Huang San to see Duan Yu inquiring so deeply, so he hesitated for a while.

"Do you not want to say it, or are you afraid to say it? Why, the reborn Huang San doesn't even have the courage to do so?"

"Who said I don't have any?" Huang San retorted with a blushing neck.

Ever since being struck by Duan Yu's lightning five consecutive whips, Huang San has rarely spoken to Duan Yu in this tone.

But Duan Yu obviously had no intention of stopping, and continued to ask: "Then tell me, what is the name of this arm!"

"Silver Justice!" Brother Huang San roared.

For a moment, the relationship between the two of them seemed to change from a relationship between a senior and a junior to a relationship between an instructor and a recruit.

"Then tell me, what ten do you want to hit? An old woman, or a toddler?" Duan Yu said aggressively.

"neither!"

"Then tell me, who are the ten you can fight!"

"Yes~~~~ It's that bastard Jiang Yulang!" Huang San roared.

Finally, Huang San roared out these words.

What made him most unacceptable was not that Jiang Yulang took his hand, but the other party's contempt for the girl he once cherished so much, and the insult that he regarded her as a friend, but the other party treated him as a fool.

Before this duel, if he hadn't heard Jiang Yulang say those words with his own ears, he might still remember that friendship in his heart, and he still simply thought that what Jiang Yulang did back then was because of an unspeakable secret similar to being forced by family pressure.

Duan Yu patted Brother Huang San on the shoulder and said, "You write the war letter yourself, and we will deliver it for you."

Huang San nodded and said seriously, "Okay."

After that, the two stopped talking.

They looked at the red clouds all over the sky and the peaks of West Lake standing on the mirror lake, and felt as if they were in a painting for a while.

The mist gradually formed in the mountains, accompanied by the appearance of the forests being completely dyed, this is indeed a fairyland-like scenery.

This place is beautiful, and the people here are nice. If he is strong enough, he might say, "I've covered this place."

Maybe this is what it means to be strong.

......

In the Rose Palace, Jiang Yulang, with oily hair and powder noodles, is looking at the bronze mirror.

He liked this kind of alone time very much, as if only his almost perfect face was left in the whole world.

Immediately, he took out a silk scarf given to him by a junior sister, wiped his hands, and trimmed his nails.

Ever since he was rejected by Su Ningshuang in that violent way, he has been a little flat.

He no longer has too many thoughts about Su Ningshuang, and feels that all the other thousands of seniors and sisters can be considered.

And the reality is not bad, just because of his identity as the youngest inner disciple of the Jiang family and third elder Wu Yuhai, coupled with this almost perfect face, there are indeed many senior and junior sisters in the sect who are interested in him.

As for taking Huang Sanyi's hand, Jiang Yulang almost forgot.

He had never regarded Huang San as a friend, and ever since he knew that Huang San was just an outer disciple of the Tiangong Workshop on Xizi Peak, he looked down on him even more.

As for the matter of taking the hand of a Tiangongfang disciple, it was still a fair duel, so naturally there was no big objection in the palace.

However, Master Wu Yuhai still reminded him to keep a low profile. Unexpectedly, a handyman in Tiangong Workshop actually got a letter of accusation from the opposite Peak Master.

Now the relationship between Rose Palace and Xizi Peak is very delicate, without the fierceness of fighting to the death before, maintaining the peace on the surface, but there is still a rivalry in the dark.

The Rose Palace's way of coping here is very orthodox, a voluntary fair duel has nothing to do with the sect.

Huang San wanted to save face, so he could only do it by himself, or find a good fellow student to take the lead for him. Whether he accepts it or not depends on Jiang Yulang's mood.

Jiang Yulang was truly invincible, so it didn't take long for him to forget Huang San, an unimportant person and that unimportant matter.

At this time, there was only a creak, and the door was pushed open.

Jiang Yulang didn't have to think about it, the only person who dared to enter his room without saying hello was his master Wu Yuhai.

Wu Yuhai is a middle-aged man, he looks very upright, but he is not like that.

He lost in the competition for the position of the second palace lord back then, and he has been silently complaining that the Rose Palace only takes care of women.

The palace lord is a woman, suppressing him as a man and supporting another woman, Chen Ziyun, to come to power, this makes him quite unhappy.

However, the facts later told him that Chen Ziyun had a few tricks, so although he was unwilling, he silently accepted the position of the No. [-] person in Rose Palace.

He walked into the room and saw Jiang Yulang looking in the mirror again, with displeasure on his face, he said, "How far have you practiced now?"

Jiang Yulang got up and saluted, and replied: "Return to Master, the middle-level true essence of the three realms."

Wu Yuhai shook his head, threw down a porcelain bottle, and said, "Take these pills and hurry up to practice. Last time I heard from a servant that you can use Qingli to deal with a handyman on Xizi Peak." Sword, it can be seen that there is still a long way to go to achieve great things."

After hearing this sentence, Jiang Yulang was quite upset, and said indifferently: "Anyway, with you here, I don't have to work too hard."

Wu Yuhai's eyes were slightly cold, and he said, "How long do you think taking medicine will help you? When you reach the four realms, no matter how precious the medicine is, it will be like that."

Jiang Yulang let out a little breath, and said, "You can't be the Palace Master, and I can't get Su Ningshuang, so let it be."

"What did you say? Dressing up and looking in the mirror all day long, Jiang taught you such a bad habit?"

Wu Yuhai's eyes froze, and the air in the whole room seemed to freeze.

In this Rose Palace, no one dared to talk to him like that.

There was no fear in Jiang Yulang's eyes, and he retorted: "Master, then you shouldn't have given birth to me back then. Could it be that my body is not worthy of your blood, otherwise why can I only have the surname Jiang and not Wu? "

Wu Yuhai looked around, confirmed that there was no one on the wall, and said coldly: "Don't talk nonsense, you don't know how I treat you? As for what I lost at that time, I will get it back sooner or later, don't worry about it."

As he said that, he walked away with complicated eyes.

If Jiang Yulang was not really his illegitimate son, Jiang Yulang would have been dead just now.

Jiang Yulang looked at the bottle of pill on the table, and ate it rather dissatisfied.

Because of what happened just now, his mood became a little worse.

And at this moment, there was a slight sound of footsteps outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, a servant's voice sounded respectfully - "Young man, here is your letter of challenge.".

A sinister smile appeared on Jiang Yulang's face, and he said to himself, "The book of war? Interesting."

When the gauntlet was opened, Jiang Yulang looked at the simple and clear text on it, and the name "Huang San" signed on it, threw it back, and said, "Don't answer it, tell him, he is not worthy."

He was in a bad mood that day, and he went to Huang San because he wanted to vent.

A person like Huang San is a friend when he needs it, and is nothing when he doesn't need it.

Outside the Rose Palace, Wang Xiaohu was a little confused after receiving the return, and said, "Brother Duan, what should we do now?"

Duan Yu twisted his neck, took out a metal flower with a big and small face, and said, "Hold this, and read it like this."

Wang Xiaohu and the others were surprised: "Brother Duan, what is this?"

I saw that this thing was wide in the front and narrow in the back, shaped like a morning glory, and looked like a handicraft.

Duan Yu yawned and said, "You can call him a megaphone, or a loudspeaker."

He anticipated this possibility, so he was already prepared.

Now his left wife and right wife are really more and more capable, and they can do everything with ease.

......

At noon, Jiang Yulang had just finished dressing up, and made an appointment to have a meal with a certain junior sister to increase friendship and play along the way.

As a result, as he was walking, he suddenly found that many fellow students were secretly watching him.

He has long been used to being peeked at by people, but this time there are more people watching him than before, and some of them are still laughing softly, which makes him feel a little weird.

Is there something wrong with dressing up today?

Jiang Yulang took out a mirror and looked at it carefully, but found nothing unusual.

As flawless as ever.

So he continued to walk, and soon heard his name.

"Jiang Yulang, ugly, ugly! Wash your face, put half a catty of powder on it, and smash it on your feet to reveal your true face; Jiang Yulang, a little mouse, trembles when he sees the letter of war; Jiang Yulang, with acne on his face, is not ashamed to call himself a beautiful man... .”

This voice has a kind of magic, it seems to be far away, and it seems to be very close, anyway, it is floating in this valley.

Jiang Yulang clenched his fists.

How dare someone question and spread rumors about his face?

Can this be tolerated?

As soon as Jiang Yulang heard this, he knew who did it.

He didn't expect that a waste like Huang San would come up with such a vicious method.

He was very satisfied with his actions at first, but in his perception, Huang San's giving this gauntlet was tantamount to dying, begging for death.

He knew that the other party's lingering life was more uncomfortable than death, and his sentence "you are not worthy" can be said to be the finishing touch, which can make Huang San collapse even more.

What do you want, I just won't give it.

But who would have thought that the honest Huang San would do such a thing shamelessly.

He was just sitting here, and someone was already observing the powder on his face and whether he had acne.

Please, I only have seven or eight pimples on my face, what a face full of pimples, it's a rumor!

On the other side, Wang Xiaohu, Yu Feihe, and Zhang Aniu took turns to read the manuscript.