"Hmph, how can this really be reasonable, I have to have a higher martial arts skill than him to write a letter to Yiyi? That's too much for me. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Zong Jiming dropped the pen in his hand, and the ink spilled on the table, showing that Zong Jiming was extremely unhappy in his heart.

Who is Kwan Man Swee? Since he was a child, he has been invincible all over Qingcheng, and now he wants to beat him, what are you kidding?

After hearing this, Dark Jiu, who knew his little master's temperament, felt like something was choking on his throat, and he couldn't spit out a word.

As a member of the Zong family, if the deceased old lady heard the little young master say such things, I am afraid that she would crawl out of the tomb and cry, right?

"Dark Nine, Kongkong is your master, right?"

In a trance, hearing the little young master calling his name, Dark Jiu raised his head and saw Zong Jiming's eyes looking at him for a moment.

"Yes, Dark Nine has followed Master since he was a child and then came to the Zong family."

I don't know what the little young master meant by asking this question, Dark Nine could only answer obediently.

Different from the Guan family, the secret guards of the Zong family do not have high or low martial arts, on the contrary, the secret guards of the Zong family are the elites of the Northern Jin Dynasty, all of them have unique skills, and taking one out is enough to make people in the rivers and lakes covet it.

Looking at the Dark Nine in front of him, Zong Jiming's bright eyes narrowed slightly, if he remembered correctly, the Empty Master who the Dark Nine studied under was once a famous thief, and his light skills were superb, if the Empty Master had a heart, in this world, I am afraid that no one would be able to catch up with him.

"Then your light work must be amazing."

Listening to the little young master praising himself, Dark Nine couldn't help but shudder, and he could predict what the little young master would say next.

"Then you take me to practice light skills, so that I can run away when Guan Wenrui is bullying me, hmph, Guan Wenrui, this stinky boy, carries a broken sword all day long, and he is not afraid of hurting one by one."

Looking at the little young master who climbed onto the desk, Dark Nine took two steps forward, for fear that he would accidentally fall off the table.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, if people who didn't know heard this, they would definitely think that Second Young Master Guan was a child who hurt people and didn't blink, but those who knew knew that Second Young Master Guan was a big hero in Qingcheng, punishing evil and promoting good, and doing all good things, which was like the little young master in front of him who had not grown up......

"Young master, the practice is very hard."

Walking in front of Zong Jiming, Dark Nine reminded in a low voice.

The little young master who has been held in the palm of his hand since he was a child can't endure this hardship, this is the only thought in Dark Jiu's heart.

"What's the bitterness?" Will it be more bitter than without one by one?

Such words suddenly appeared in his heart, which startled Zong Jiming, who was still making trouble, and then shook his head again, how could it be gone, isn't she still staying in the Guan family.

After thinking about it, Zong Jiming stretched out his hands, pursed his small mouth, and pounced towards Dark Jiu.

Dark Jiu, who caught the little young master, still didn't believe that he could survive, looking at this appearance, he was still a child who had not grown up.

"By the way, the portrait that the little young master asked Dark Nine to send has been handed over to Miss Guan, and Dark Nine also followed the young master's original words and told people that they couldn't see that portrait."

Thinking that a few days ago in the middle of the night, he was sleeping soundly outside, and then was awakened by a sound of grinding ink, thinking that he had been a thief, he opened his eyes, and saw the little young master standing in front of the desk with only a middle coat, turning his pen to sketch something.

I thought it was the sound of Dark Nine getting up that Zong Jiming heard, and when he raised his head, Zong Jiming saw Dark Nine who he hadn't seen for a long time, and Dark Nine at this time was still a deputy teenager, not at all like the strong man with a mouth full of scum that he was common.

Dark Jiu, who was not fully awake, saw that the little young master had been staring at him, and he smiled inexplicably, thinking that he had something on his face, and raised his hand to touch it, and found that there was nothing.

When he looked up again, Zong Jiming had already lowered his head, the tip of the pen was glued with ink, and his wrist was flexibly sketching something on the paper.

Getting up and putting on his robe, Dark Nine wanted to lean over and take a look, but was blocked by Zong Jiming.

At this time, Zong Jiming didn't know what kind of mood he was in, as if he was dreaming, but it didn't seem to be, he could see everything that 'Zong Jiming' could see, and he could occasionally manipulate this body, and everything in front of him was so real, he wanted to pinch himself to prove whether there was any pain, but he put his hand down every time he rested his hand on his thigh.

Sketching a painting in three or two, Zong Jiming frowned a little dissatisfied, he had painted many portraits one by one, and he painted too much, even if he closed his eyes, he could paint Yiyi's beautiful face vividly, but now that he wants to paint himself, how can he look a little bit of a shadow on it.

No matter how much, Zong Jiming carefully dried the ink on the drawing paper, folded it and handed it to Dark Jiu, who still wanted to look at it twice, and after saying a word, he frowned and returned to the bed to lie down.

"Remember, this painting can only be seen one by one, not anyone else."

After speaking, Dark Nine heard a slight snoring sound from inside, and he put the drawing paper in his arms, opened the door, and felt the cold wind blowing in the winter.

Sighing secretly, Dark Jiu didn't understand why the master had to throw him to the sect family to practice, wouldn't it be better to go through the rivers and lakes?

"What painting?"

Zong Jiming felt strange, he couldn't even write well, let alone draw, not to mention that he had been writing letters these days, and he had never painted at all.

After listening to Zong Jiming's words, the whole person felt scared, the master once told him that the master had not lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests before, and he could often see people with dreamwalking syndrome at night, ordinary people were fine, and some people who were cruel by nature would kill people after they had dreamwalking syndrome.

It's just that the little young master who was still dreaming with him a few days ago didn't seem to want to kill him, and the little young master in Mengxing seemed to be more calm than the current hanger......

"Okay, don't care if you don't draw anything, maybe you remember the mistake, come and sit down."

Pointing to the empty seat beside him, Zong Jiming was not in a hurry to deliver the letter, and it seemed that there was something more he wanted to know in his heart.

Looking at the position that Zong Jiming was pointing at, Dark Jiu swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and he couldn't guess what problem the little young master was going to give him next.

"If you are stunned, if you want to sit down, sit down."

After seeing Dark Jiu sit down, Zong Jiming nodded with satisfaction, picked up the tea cup that was already a little cold in his hand, opened the tea leaves on it, and asked.

"Tell me about you, the Master of the Sky."

Dark Jiu, who had been fidgeting, didn't expect Zong Jiming to ask about his own master, he was stunned for a while, and he didn't hesitate, he opened his mouth and gushed, he had too many feelings for his master that no one knew, and now that the little young master asked, Dark Jiu just opened his mouth, and tears wet his eyes.

"When I was younger, my father and mother couldn't afford to raise too many children, so they sent me to a widower in the town whose wife had died at an early age...... (To be continued.) )