- Spat out at the night, Mo Ye could only close the window, lie back on the bed, and close her eyes.

She wasn't sleeping, her mind was clear, but she was struggling with something.

After being silent for a while, Mo Ye suddenly sat up, took off her outer clothes, revealing a plain undershirt, and then she opened her mouth to approach the sleeve trim, bit off the thread, and poured out something like a branch from the inside.

This 'branch' seemed to be only half of it, but Mo Ye held it tightly in the palm of his hand like a treasure. In the pitch black room, her eyes gradually became a little damp.

What Mo Ye clenched with both hands was indeed not a branch, but a charcoal core pen. This is a pen that can be written on paper without ink, and can be erased if a writing mistake occurs.

About a month ago, on the eve of leaving Xingjia Village, Mo Ye saw a lot of these pens on the table when she walked into Lin Shan's study, so she quietly hid one.

At that time, she didn't really understand the use of hiding this thing, but she just thought it was curious and funny. Master usually keeps this kind of thing very carefully, and she only has the opportunity to see it occasionally, so it is natural for her to want to have this kind of thing that seems to be very precious to Master.

The day before leaving Xingjia Village, Mo Ye knew that Master was not just living there in seclusion. All along, he has two groups of subordinates by his side, which is both a help and a protective force.

Ye Zhengming rested in the bedroom, and after returning to the study, he didn't come out much in the afternoon.

After leaving the study. Mo Ye really basked in the sun in the backyard for an hour. In the afternoon, when the sun was at its fullest in the backyard, Mo Ye was of course not directly exposed to the sun, but just sat on the carved railing under the eaves and felt the warmth of the sun that folded back from the courtyard.

Mo Ye was a little silent when she was basking in the sun, and Xiao Yu, who was standing on the side, didn't say anything, but her gaze at Mo Ye had changed slightly, but in the end, she didn't ask the doubt in her heart, about that ...... The question of why you can't touch her shoulder with your hand.

……

Night fell quickly. At a time close to last night. Wu Shu, carrying a large medicine jar, quietly appeared outside the window.

Regarding Wu Shu's practice of hiding Ye Zheng's name from Ye Zhengming at the time of sending the medicine, Mo Ye expressed his understanding. Even when Master was still alive, he handled this matter very carefully. Mo Ye's attitude on this matter. It has always been measured by the attitude of Master Lin Shan. And then there is. There are still a few days left in the cycle of this medicine, and I have endured it for several years, and I don't care about these few days. We can't even make extraneous branches because we can't bear these few days.

Silently looking at Mo Ye, who was still neatly dressed in the middle of the night, frowned and drank the medicine, Wu Shu, who was standing in the darkness in the corner, suddenly spoke: "Show me the exercise mantra you restored in the study during the day." ”

Hearing this, Mo Ye almost choked on a mouthful of decoction.

Slowly calming down, Mo Ye still held the medicine bowl in his hand tightly, and there was no other movement, just staring at the direction where Wu Shu was and asking, "How do you know what I did during the day?" ”

"Unfortunately, I passed by." In the room with little light, Wu Shu, who was not in the shadows, only heard his voice, followed by a silence.

Wu Shu's answer was a bit far-fetched, but the far-fetched point didn't need him to say, Mo Ye could vaguely guess it. So Mo Ye didn't ask anything more about this.

"I'll show you." Seeing that something important was mentioned, Mo Ye drank the last bit of decoction at the bottom of the bowl in two sips and put the bowl down. Because she was afraid that the bitter taste that had been unbearable for her would rush out of her throat, she deliberately suppressed her voice when she spoke next, so that at this time her voice sounded, and the distrust in her tone was even worse, "... However, you have to make sure that you don't make it bad. ”

"We haven't been together for long, but you've always bargained with me, haven't you ever felt it? In fact, you are not qualified to bargain with me in the slightest? ”

Wu Shu, who was standing in the shadow of the corner, seemed to sigh softly when he said this, and then there was no follow-up.

Think about what Wu Shu said. In fact, it makes a lot of sense, and it also has a coercive force that Mo Ye can't resist.

Looking at the corner of the room where Wu Shu's voice came out just now, Mo Ye swallowed. After a moment's hesitation, she got up and left her desk, slowly backing away in the opposite direction of the direction where her gaze was stood. At the same time, she slowly reached into her arms. took out the martial arts technique that she had read more than a dozen times tonight and was restored by the secret study she had secretly entered during the day, and shook it open and held it on her chest.

Afraid of Wu Shu's speed, Mo Ye began to carefully keep a distance from Wu Shu when he unfolded his skills.

At this moment, she was very helpless to understand that if Wu Shu wanted to rob it. With her current ability, she can't protect this piece of paper at all. Although she had memorized the contents of the paper by heart, it seemed that it was not very important whether she wanted the guidance of the paper or not. However, with Mo Ye's personality, before she really mastered this exercise, she still felt that it was always appropriate to have the original written record to guide her.

In fact, with Mo Ye's current level of memorization of this page, even if Wu Shu tore this one. She can easily write many more sheets. But before Wu Shu comes tonight, by reading this page repeatedly. Although Mo Ye hadn't been able to understand much of the mysteries, he had seen some rules, and he also had some deep understanding of what Wu Shu said to her very seriously on the rocks by the sea that day.

Martial arts is really a very serious study.

Whether it is the external tricks or the convergence and exhalation of the inner strength, whenever it becomes a set of skills, it is very important to pay attention to the previous and the future. If a set of fists and kicks is missing a few rings in the middle, then when performing this set of exercises, there will be a stiff conflict between the two sets of movements, and it will also leave a large empty door for the opponent to attack. Mo Ye still doesn't know what the consequences will be if there is a lack of inner strength, but it must be very troublesome.

Under the pressure of such a meticulous need to write word for word, Mo Ye also had a little doubt about his ability to sketch, and he was not sure that he would make mistakes in writing the same text repeatedly.

In short, it is completely fine to use this way to help Ye Nuonuo copy books and cheat...... As for copying martial arts recipes? Then it's better to be cautious!

After unfolding the technique in front of him for a moment, he saw that the figure in the shadows showed no signs of coming out. Mo Ye was a little apprehensive.

She secretly hesitated for a moment in her heart, and just as Mo Ye was about to remind Wu Shu, "If you can't see clearly, you can come closer", she suddenly heard Wu Shu's voice come calmly: "You can really do it word for word." ”

Mo Ye didn't know whether Wu Shu said this, whether it was praise or disapproval, she only accurately got one message from his words: Wu Shu can say this, which means that he has finished reading the paper skills, or that he has finished reviewing them.

"Hey, your eyes are like those of a night's swallow. Seeing at night also seems to be a good part of the darkness of the night. Mo Ye smiled. Quickly put away the piece of paper, "You're not bad either." ”

"The night swallow is half a blind man at night."

Hearing this, Mo Ye only felt that his scalp was slightly numb.

Wu Shu said this sentence as if he was talking about a very common common sense of life, and then he was finally reluctant to move away from the shadow of the corner. Walk over to the table. Took away the bowl and jar. The next moment his figure had swayed to the window, and he was about to go out.

"Uncle—"

For his actions just now, Mo Ye was a little confused and in a trance. Wait until she comes to her senses. Realizing that Wu Shu was leaving, she hurriedly rushed to the window. In a panic, Wu Shu, who had already flashed out of the window, almost slapped her face when he closed the window with his backhand.

With a large medicine jar hanging from his left hand, and his right hand pressing on the edge of the window panel with little effort, Wu Shu turned sideways and said, "You can rest for a while, I will wake you up when I come in an hour." ”

"No, no, no." Although Mo Ye did not have Wu Shu's good skills, she could jump out of the window with one jump, but at this time, her upper body had reached out of the window in an exaggerated posture, and her hands had also tightly grasped Wu Shu's hand pressed on the edge of the window.

After taking a breath, she hurriedly continued: "The thing I want to tell you is that although there is pen and ink in the study, it is not suitable to take it too far. ”

Wu Shu, who was about to get up again after finishing speaking, relaxed his shoulders and turned around completely. He gently brushed away Mo Ye's hands that hung on his sleeves like aquatic plants, and said calmly, "What can you do?" ”

After Mo Ye's hand grabbing Wu Shu's sleeve was brushed away, she didn't climb up again, just patted the hand that was brushed away, and then said indifferently: "If I thought of a solution, I wouldn't have called you so anxiously, and I hope to discuss a solution with you." ”

In fact, it is not difficult to see from her appearance that she probably already has a countermeasure in her heart for the difficulties that caused her to rush to stop Wu Shu to discuss, but she is now selling Guan Zi to Wu Shu, and it is estimated that she is planning some conditions to trade in her heart.

For Mo Ye's 'unchangeable nature', under the veil-like moonlight, Wu Shu suddenly moved the corners of his mouth slightly, and said lightly: "I think what I asked you to go out tonight last night to do is only profitable for you, but it is dangerous for me." ”

Facing Mo Ye, who was standing in the room through a window, he slowly closed the window, and at the same time said in a cold and non-negotiable tone: "If there is any difficulty, you can think of it yourself." To go or not to go is also up to you. ”

Wu Shu's calm voice and his phantom-like figure in the night were separated from the house by the slowly closed window, and when Mo Ye pushed open the window that had lost the power from the outside again, he saw that Wu Shu had long disappeared in the courtyard outside the house.

Spit out depressed at the night, Mo Ye could only close the window, lie back on the bed, and close his eyes.

She wasn't sleeping, her mind was clear, but she was struggling with something.

After being silent for a while, Mo Ye suddenly sat up, took off her outer clothes, revealing a plain undershirt, and then she opened her mouth to approach the sleeve trim, bit off the thread, and poured out something like a branch from the inside.

This 'branch' seemed to be only half of it, but Mo Ye held it tightly in the palm of his hand like a treasure. In the pitch black room, her eyes gradually became a little damp.

What Mo Ye clenched with both hands was indeed not a branch, but a charcoal core pen. This is a pen that can be written on paper without ink, and can be erased if a writing mistake occurs.

About a month ago, on the eve of leaving Xingjia Village, Mo Ye saw a lot of these pens on the table when she walked into Lin Shan's study, so she quietly hid one.

At that time, she didn't really understand the use of hiding this thing, but she just thought it was curious and funny. Master usually keeps this kind of thing very carefully, and she only has the opportunity to see it occasionally, so it is natural for her to want to have this kind of thing that seems to be very precious to Master.

The day before leaving Xingjia Village, Mo Ye knew that Master was not just living there in seclusion. All along, he has two groups of subordinates by his side, which is both a help and a protective force.

After coming to Kyoto, Mo Ye learned some information about these two groups of people from several indirect aspects, and vaguely knew that there were other groups similar to those two groups of people in Kyoto. And she also deduced that Wu Shu, who has been in contact with her in the past few days, is likely to be an important person in this kind of group.

So she hurriedly called Wu Shu just now, but she just wanted to ask Wu Shu for that kind of charcoal core pen.

Since the messages between these groups can be shared, then some supplies should also be okay, right? If it was possible, Mo Ye didn't want to use the charcoal core pen that he only had in his collection.

It's just that I didn't expect Wu Shu to refuse so quickly, and he didn't even give her a chance to speak. After being a little depressed, Mo Ye also began to reflect on himself...... What is wrong with him that makes Wu Shu so annoying?

With this question in his heart, Mo Ye clutched the pen in his palm tightly, and he couldn't sleep comfortably.

An hour passed quickly, and Wu Shu's figure appeared outside the window on time. When Wu Shu gently pushed open the window, Mo Ye, who was neatly dressed, was also guarding the window.

Wu Shumu's eyes condensed slightly, he jumped into the window, picked up Mo Ye, and jumped out again, and at the same time his voice sounded in Mo Ye's ears: "Didn't you rest?" ”

Wu Shu didn't stop his pace when he spoke, and in just a few breaths, he had already carried Mo Ye out of the Ye Mansion.

For Wu Shu's skills, Mo Ye no longer felt strange. Let his strong arms clasp tightly around his waist, flying through the streets in the middle of the night, the cool moonlight at night was drawn from speed to wisps of breeze, sweeping on his face and stirring his hair, but one felt a certain pleasure.

"What are we going to do?" Mo Ye did not answer the rhetorical question.

Wu Shu seemed to hesitate for a moment, and finally replied to her two words: "Steal the teacher." ”

As soon as he finished saying these two words, he had already swept up the tiled roof of a two-story small building with Mo Ye. Leaning on the ridge of the roof, for some reason. He didn't go any further. Mo Ye followed his gaze and saw that his gaze fell into a courtyard on the side, and his expression was extremely serious.

(To be continued......)