Yang Shu Mei Ying

The two stayed in this small town for five days, and Jun Shuying was already impatient. In the evening, Chu Feiyang wanted to pull him out again, and said with great interest that he would take him to the night market. Jun Shuying shook him off, and said coldly, "I don't want to waste time here boringly. If I still can't wait tomorrow, I will go back."

Chu Feiyang looked at him, his eyes were shining, and he smiled, "Where to go back?"

Jun Shuying gave him a cold look and ignored his boring question.

Chu Feiyang lifted his hand, Jun Shuying felt an air-drying thing sticking to his face, he was shocked, and suddenly pulled away, only to see that it was just altar wine.

Chu Feiyang threw the wine to him and said, "It's okay not to go out. Let's go to the bar and drink." After that, he walked out and jumped onto the roof. There is no star or moon in the sky, a deep blue. The snow on the ground reflected the dim light, soft and quiet.

Chu Feiyang felt a gust of wind, and Jun Shuying sat beside him. He took a sip of wine and laughed, "Your light work has grown a lot, much better than when we first met."

"Thank you very much for being the first Chu hero to teach you well." Jun Shuying said lightly, there was no taunt in the words.

Chu Feiyang waved his hand and said, "You're welcome. Why don't you drink good wine and don't waste it." Talking about taking Jun Shuying's wine, he opened it to him and took it. Chu Feiyang touched his wine jar with Jun Shuying's hands and poured his head up. Jun Shuying smiled, and drank like that, and the cool liquor slipped into his throat, and a refreshing rush came to his heart like never before.

Chu Feiyang laughed: "Drinking wine to warm my body, we will have a fight in a while."

Jun Shuying raised an eyebrow at him, bending one leg, holding the hand of the wine jar on his leg, shaking casually. Chu Feiyang felt the excitement around him, like a tiger rushing out of the cage, impatient. Why isn't he boiling with blood.

They were speechless for a while. The night was getting dark, the lights went out, and everything was silent.

Chu Feiyang originally lay down, eyes closed, as if asleep. There was a slight wave in the air, and he opened his eyes narrowly and sat up. Jun Shuying looked over his eyes with undisguised enthusiasm. Chu Feiyang laughed softly, and the two stood up and disappeared into the dark night.

The old mayor was awakened in the middle of the night, and he took all the young and strong men in the town in front of the town. The thin figure trembled slightly in the cold wind, but showed a firm and absolute Decision.

In front of them was a band of gangsters who changed the color of nearby people. The villages and towns that these gangsters have harmed do not know how many. Wherever they go, they burn and plunder, and do no evil. They were all riding high-headed horses, wrapped in a large black cormorant, and even covering their faces tightly. The torches in their hands illuminated half of the sky, and the dazzling sword flashed cold.

"Hello guys, the town doesn't have any gold or silver jewelry, but the old man has made people have enough food supplies. We would like to give you all the wealth this year and one year. Please just raise your hands so that the people in the town can Safe and sound. We will be grateful. "The voice of the elder of the old town shivered in the cold wind.

A burst of laughter burst out from the gangster opposite. A sharp voice shouted, "Old man, you are a good friend. Grandpas like people who are good friends. If we let you go, you can go and tie up those young women in your town. Come and honor us, say anything. "It was another harsh, obscene laughter.

The old town mayor was shaking with anger, but still insisted to return politely: "Hello guys, please raise your hand ..."

"What else to talk to him about! We'll kill him right away, it's so **** cold here." Someone complained, a feather arrow rushed straight towards the old town mayor. An exclamation broke out among the people, but no one had time to rescue the old man who had been frightened.

Suddenly a shadow passed by, and everyone was in front of it. To be taken a closer look, I saw a man in a neat black suit standing in the line, his clothes flying without wind, aggressive. His long, pale fingers moved slightly, and the sharp arrow between them snapped and fell to the ground.

"What do you dare to do to your grandpa's good deeds, and impatient to live!" A roar broke out from the bandits. The man in black brushed his eyes lightly, and there was a trace of coldness in the corners of his mouth. The gangsters suddenly felt shivering like thorns on their backs.

Chu Feiyang didn't know where to come out, went to the old town mayor, lost some internal strength for the poor old man, and handed him to the townspeople behind him. He then stepped forward and stood next to Jun Shuying and laughed: "You shouted grandpa so well, but we couldn't rob the Turtle King Eighth. This is Jun Shuying's son, flying in the next Chu. You have to remember it well before the palace of King Yan.

There was a scream of curse among the bandits, and the horse under his seat, driven by the master, began to move. Jun Shuying gave Chu Feiyang a glance, and suddenly he was like an electric figure, straight into the gangster. A few screams came out, and the bandit was in chaos, scolding and encircling the black figure engulfed in the enemy line.

Chu Feiyang raised his corner of the mouth and smiled, and turned to face the people who had been stunned by this prominent situation behind, and smiled gently: "Here there is no sword in the sword. Please return to the town and wait with peace of mind. "

The old town mayor was stunned for a long time, looking at the screeching horror from time to time, and said, "This hero, your friend is trapped alone, we must hurry to help him." "

Chu Feiyang laughed and said, "He will be fine." He sent these people back to town, and flew straight into the battlefield when he returned. A sword rushed to the gangsters who were standing in front of him and landed on Junshu. Behind the shadows.

Jun Shuying turned his head to look at him, his face was ruddy, and he was full of spirits. Chu Feiyang smiled at him. Jun Shuying turned around, and the two again fell into a tide-like attack.

At dawn, the two leaned together and sat on the ground exhausted. There were corpses all over the place, and the **** smell filled.

"You look terrible," Jun Shuying chuckled.

"You look just now, it looks good." Chu Feiyang replied.

Jun Shuying snorted, and got up and left. Chu Feiyang followed him with a smile, and the two returned to the town one after the other.

The people in the town escaped a catastrophe, especially when they were dealing with the corpses. When they saw that the most ruthless gangsters had been killed, they all regarded Chu Feiyang and Jun Shuying as salvation gods. The mayor of the old town gave a benevolent bite, and after being corrected by Chu Feiyang, he called out a heroic hero. Chu Feiyang looked at Jun Shuying with a smile, but Jun Shuying was just expressionless.

The two finally came back to the inn, Chu Feiyang sipped out a few pots of wine, pulled Jun Shuying on the roof, and only escaped the over-enthusiastic people who were full of gratitude. The two didn't say anything, only one altar was slowly empty. Until the daylight was tilted west, the starlight flashed, and the lanterns came on. Everyone lit up the yellow light, warm and peaceful.

"You see, it's still so peaceful, beautiful, festive, and every family is preparing for the New Year. Without us, there are only ruins and dead people here today." Chu Feiyang raised an altar of wine and pointed down.

"It has nothing to do with me," Jun Shuying said lightly, "I'm not trying to save anyone."

"But you did save them, Majesty King." Chu Feiyang laughed. "Everyone is grateful to you, thank you. Does this feel bad?"

Jun Shuying did not answer.

Chu Feiyang turned his head to look at Jun Shuying's side face, and said for a while: "I remember the first time we played, you played a flute and it looked elegant. Why didn't I see you use it again?"

Jun Shuying glanced at him and said, "Broken, throw it away."

Chu Feiyang laughed: "I know that the flute can be a weapon, it must be superior, I'm afraid I can't afford it. But today I saw a bamboo flute in the street market, and I thought it was beautiful, so I bought it He said that he was released from his waist and handed it to Jun Shuying, saying, "Just let me pay you."

Jun Shuying took it and glanced: "Not so good."

Chu Feiyang touched his nose and laughed: "I know nothing about them, and it sounds the same in my ears." Jun Shuying smiled, put the flute beside him, and picked up the wine jar.

Chu Feiyang again said, "What song you played at that time has never been heard before. So the pleasant music will attract those poisonous insects, which is really a violent thing."

Jun Shuying replied: "The song is nothing special. Without my internal force, the sound alone would not attract poisonous insects." He touched the flute again, lifted it to his lips, a string of clear flutes. Flow out. At first it was chaotic, and the next moment it turned into a pleasant tone, gentle and pleasant, slowly permeating into the cold darkness.

Chu Feiyang looked at Jun Shuying seriously. The white gas he blew was floating in front of him, the brisk fingers on the flute body were long and clear, and the lips that were playing ...

Chu Feiyang grabbed Jun Shuying's hand and suddenly pulled, the music stopped suddenly, the two faces suddenly came close to each other, and the noses of the tall feet almost touched each other.

"Jun Shuying ..." Chu Feiyang's name sighed like a sigh. Jun Shuying blinked, looked at him quietly, and exhaled the heat on Chu Feiyang's face, with a touch of wine.

Chu Feiyang tilted his head slightly, and slowly leaned closer to his lips. Jun Shuying lowered his eyes and looked at them until the lips of the two gently touched each other.