Aoba looked at Zhuge Wuwei's figure, his feet moved uncontrollably, and he wanted to go over, but he finally suppressed the thoughts in his heart, and hung his head quietly, his heart was gloomy.

Who in this world can understand the suffering and tiredness of the master? Who can warm his seemingly tenacious, but actually lonely heart? Who can make the master laugh from the bottom of his heart? For so many years, he has never seen his master smile, let alone laughing, and he has never even seen any other expression, except for indifference is indifference, which makes people unable to see through and guess.

The white jade cup in his hand shook leisurely, and after a while, the shaking action stopped, and Zhuge Wuwei handed the white jade cup to his lips and took a shallow sip, no longer like at the beginning.

The wind suddenly rose around, and along with the sound of the wind, there was the sound of clothes dancing in the wind, and the sound of blades cutting through the sky driven by internal forces, Zhuge Wuwei's eyes sank.

Listening closely, it seemed as if someone was practicing a sword, and it was a woman, he put down the wine glass in his hand and stared at the source of the sound.

The flower branches are shallow, but the heavy flower branches form a dense wall, covering the place tightly, and there is no shadow in sight.

Aoba noticed Zhuge Wuwei's strange appearance, and when he looked at him, he also noticed that someone was practicing swords nearby, and his heart sank.

Just now he was so distracted that he didn't even notice that there were people nearby, if he met a killer, wouldn't he cause a big disaster?

After concentrating, knowing that Zhuge Wuwei didn't like to be disturbed, Qingye raised his feet and came to the pavilion, and asked in a low voice: "Master, do you want to go back, or do you want to change places?" ”

Zhuge Wuwei pondered for a moment, and said lightly: "You push me over." ”

Past? To the man who practiced the sword? Aoba was surprised in his heart, and he intuitively felt that today's Zhuge Wuwei was very abnormal.

"Master, do you really want to go over?" Afraid that Zhuge Wuwei was just an abnormality, and he would change his mind immediately after he came to his senses after a while, Aoba asked uncertainly.

"Hmm." Zhuge Wuwei replied in a low voice, and his eyes staring in that direction were a little ethereal, making it difficult to see.

After looking at his face and hesitating for a moment, Aoba put his hand on the push handle and pushed him slowly.

Raising his eyes and glancing at the direction from which the movement came, Aoba was a little puzzled in his heart, who would be practicing swords in this Peach Blossom Mountain at this hour?

When the sound got closer and closer, over the heavy flower branches, a white figure could be faintly seen flying in the forest, like a fairy in a painting.

Not wanting to disturb the people who practiced the sword, and also afraid of being discovered by the people who practiced the sword, causing unnecessary trouble, about ten feet away from the open area, Aoba stopped on his own, no longer moving forward, and only accompanied Zhuge Wuwei to watch from afar. Unexpectedly, Zhuge Wuwei saw him stop, so he turned the wheel and leaned over.

Looking at Zhuge Wuwei's movements, Aoba's heart was raised to his throat. No matter who the other party is, people who generally choose such a secluded place to practice swords in the morning away from the hustle and bustle usually don't want to be disturbed, and most of the people in the rivers and lakes have strange tempers, and they will fight at every turn.

Thinking like this, he hurriedly raised his heels and wanted to open his mouth to persuade Zhuge Wuwei to stop, but saw that Zhuge Wuwei seemed to be a little wrong.

Although Zhuge Wuwei's face was as pale as before, there was no joy or anger, but there was obviously something different from tranquility in his eyes, similar to persistence, as if the person who practiced swords in the forest in front was his old acquaintance, but they had a misunderstanding, and then the person left for some reason, and the misunderstanding has been maintained for so many years, and today it is not easy to meet again, he must seize this rare opportunity to come forward and explain clearly.

Seeing Zhuge Wuwei's eyes clearly, Aoba's open mouth closed suddenly, and a thought flashed in his heart, the master has never had one expression for so many years, and now how rare it is to meet something that has changed him? Why didn't he turn a blind eye and let his master indulge for a while? If something happens, the most he can do is to ask Mr. Fan for his guilt.