Chapter Seventy-Two: He's Dumb
"Senior Brother Fu Ling, don't be like this, although Su Jian is young, he is an old traitor and cunning man. And Senior Brother Fu Ling only has the lofty ambition of practicing martial arts in his heart, and his mind is not complicated, even if you say every word, it is still not advantageous to argue with him in this regard. "Actually, Lu Zhu is not ashamed of Su Jian and at the same time, he also thinks that Fu Ling is really stupid, but a debate, besides, it still starts with his advantage, even if he loses, it will not be such a defeat, even if he catches a woman on the street casually, he must be more clever than him. However, if you think about it, you have to be careful how to say it.
After hearing this, Fu Ling suddenly felt a kind of hatred for seeing each other, and it was not enough to express his gratitude to God if he didn't beat his chest, and his eyes were faintly shining: "Those who know me say that I am worried, and those who don't know me say what I want." But I don't want you who haven't been in contact with me, but you still know me better than the group of juniors who get along almost day and night, and I'm ashamed to say it. But after saying so many things, I still don't know who the little junior brother's surname is, today you slapped Su Jian in the face in such a public, you have already offended him, but don't worry, since you pull out a knife to help you like this, I will naturally keep you safe in the future, although Su Jian has a certain amount of power in the sect, but I have been in this sect for three years, and I am not a vegetarian. ”
Fu Ling patted his chest and said the next few words, and straightened his back again, looking proud.
However, everything has to be done, and flattery like this will only encourage him to be complacent, and even counterproductive. So Lu Zhu also ignored his pretentious attitude, and just said with a slight salute: "Thank you senior brother for taking care of me, my junior brother's name is Rong Yun."
And Fu Ling has always been wooden, so naturally he couldn't detect the mystery in this conversation, and he was very happy to hear Lu Zhu's answer, and praised him: "Rong Yun, but it's a good name." But this little brother next to you is with you, right? Why have you never heard him say a word, is it possible that a dignified seven-foot man still learns the fear of the little girl's family? ”
And the two talked all the way, it was already to the lakeside water pavilion, and the time had passed about forty-one hours, Fu Ling finally noticed that he had been silent all the way along, and he was not very interested in their conversation.
Lu Zhu didn't look at him squarely, and explained impatiently at random: "He is mute, Senior Brother Fu Ling doesn't have to care about him." ”
Yao Jinmo: "......"
But naturally he could see that the main topic was about to be introduced, and she could do it alone, and he had no intention of mixing such degrading things, and when he heard this complaint that he had no effect, he just snorted and did not answer, neither admitting nor denying it, so he turned his face away and sat down on the wooden bench next to him, half-lying and playing with his fingers with one hand, and poking with pink chrysanthemum with the other, and the petals of a blooming flower fell on the surface of the lake like this, and finally only a bare waist trunk was also thrown into the lake. Then another chrysanthemum appeared in his hand, which was about to be destroyed, so that he looked like a violent celestial object.
Fu Ling couldn't stop shaking his head when he saw this scene, and sighed again and again, but it was just like this, there was no extra movement, and when he saw Lu Zhu, he thought that he was not mentally deranged, so he kept repeating this action, and wanted to come forward to wake him up several times.
If it was on weekdays, Fu Ling would definitely not be able to bear the burning anger in his chest and step forward to stop the accusation, but looking at this situation, the young man in front of him is probably not only hearing impaired, but also very difficult to use, and this kind of person is really pitiful, so naturally it is not good to blow again. However, this reason is still not enough to stop Fu Ling's righteous qi of pity for all things in his heart, but I often hear that people with such symptoms are generally unable to speak, and the resentment of the world in their hearts is growing day by day, and the guide is angry and impermanent, and even his mind is gradually distorted, this kind of person ......
Thinking of this, Fu Ling couldn't help but shudder, the more he thought about it, the more terrifying it became, he hurriedly swallowed his saliva, calmed down before turning his head and pulling the corners of his mouth and praised: "Your friend is still handsome, although there is still a little gap compared to me, but if it is left among the disciples of this Jiuhua Sect, it is definitely a rare existence." ”
Green Beads: "......"
Narcissism is madness, this is a disease, it must be cured!
Fu Ling thought that Lu Zhu was complaining that he was ignoring his existence, so he hurriedly spared the back of his head and smiled apologetically: "Naturally, Brother Rong Yun looks better than Pan An, you are the only one who is in this list, no matter how handsome this little brother is, he is not as good as you, and he can only be in the position of exploring flowers." ”
Green Beads: "......"
Yao Jinmo: "......"
"Senior Brother Fu Ling is laughing, how can you compare with ordinary people like us? Except for Luo Zhan, the master of the sect back then, I am afraid that you are the only one who can be called an immortal. It's just a pity that such a person who is Yunwen Yunwu, gentle as jade, and can be called a generation of myths fell like this, and his untimely death is really a sigh. "The words about appearance before were naturally not deliberately said by Lu Zhu to lead Luo Zhan, but talking to this eccentric person who didn't play cards according to common sense really made her scratch her head, and thanks to her Hui Lan Xin, she brought out the topic, so she couldn't help it if she didn't let the building collapse in the end.
Lu Zhu said that his face was immediately full of sadness, his brows were deeply locked, and he shook his head and sighed again and again, and he really had the attitude of Fu Ling when he was emotional. And as expected, he saw Fu Ling with his head down and a dilemma, it seemed that he probably knew a lot about the details of the events of the day!
Lu Zhu unconsciously hooked the corners of his lips, and when he raised his head again, he immediately changed to a more sad face, and said with added vinegar: "I heard that the master of the Luo Zhan Sect died in the Jiuhua Sect back then, but I don't know why. I also admired him very much, but I only heard that the sect was rumored to have died of illness, but he clearly won the top spot in the martial arts a few months before his death, no matter how I say this reason, I don't believe it. ”
Hearing her remarks, Fu Ling also seemed to empathize, sighed and inadvertently murmured: "Hey, Lord Luomen did die miserably that day. ”
"Senior Brother Fu Ling, what do you mean by this? Could it be that the master of the Luo Zhan Sect really died of illness as rumored to be secret, but there was something strange? Lu Zhu's eyes widened, and he quickly grabbed his sleeve and asked with an incredulous but impatient look.
"It's better that you don't want to know about this." Fu Ling snorted a few times, but his slightly open mouth immediately closed, and he stopped talking again, seeing that Lu Zhu still looked like he was not giving up, he comforted.