Song Yufeng has always been a little jealous of Gu Zhihuan.

This kind of jealousy comes down to the fact that Gu Zhihuan can grasp the key to things every time.

He didn't know where Gu Zhihuan's extraordinary sensitivity came from.

Obviously, they all went to Cangming Mountain together, but Song Yufeng always felt that Gu Zhihuan was a little different from himself.

Gu Zhihuan retracted his gaze: "I don't know." ”

Song Yufeng's heart, which was finally hanging in his throat, was almost hammered back into his stomach by Gu Zhihuan's understated attitude.

The strength of this hammer is not small, and it made Song Yufeng realize what it means to be "itchy and unbearable".

Song Yufeng couldn't figure out what Gu Zhihuan meant when he thought about it: "But one of the two of them is true and the other is fake." ”

Song Yufeng hoped from the bottom of his heart that Chaolu was true.

Even since he entered the Cangming faction, he always felt that his master was not very reliable, he didn't talk about it, and he was sad all day long, as if others owed him a lot of money.

But compared to Wu Xian, who suddenly appeared, Chaolu's face undoubtedly became amiable.

Gu Zhihuan looked at Song Yufeng's anxious expression, restrained the smile on the corner of his mouth, and said with some seriousness: "What if both of them are fake?" ”

Song Yufeng was shocked: "...... Senior sister. ”

"Lie to you." Gu Zhihuan laughed.

"If you toss me a few more times, I'm going to die." Song Yufeng covered his chest, and he could still feel his heart disobediently rampaging through his chest.

Han Yue looked at Song Yufeng's eyes with some mockery.

Song Yufeng was already in front of Gu Zhihuan's calmness, feeling a little ashamed, and when he turned his head to meet Han Yue's eyes, he couldn't help but be annoyed and angry: "A hard stone without heart and lungs." ”

Han Yue pursed his lips.

Even if he didn't look down on Song Yufeng in his heart, he felt that his second senior brother had no ink on his chest, and he was swaggering and deceiving all day long, but the arrogance in his bones made Han Yue not have a conflict with Song Yufeng head-on.

Children who are not adults always unconsciously imitate the people around them.

Han Yue was unconsciously always learning Gu Zhihuan's behavior, and he thought that one day, he would be able to be like Gu Zhihuan, unmoved and safe like a mountain.

Therefore, in the face of Song Yufeng's aggressiveness every time, Han Yue always looked indifferent.

It's a pity that he couldn't learn Gu Zhihuan's calmness, and his jerky reaction gave people a sense of cynicism, which provoked Song Yufeng's more and more manic side for no reason.

Song Yufeng was so angry that his teeth itched.

Han Yue is also the second monk of Zhang, and he is confused.

I didn't understand what strange things Song Yufeng was thinking in his head at all.

After many times, Han Yue secretly came to a conclusion

Song Yufeng is most likely sick in the brain.

Han Yue's pouting posture made Song Yufeng even more angry.

His swearing words came to his lips, and Gu Zhihuan glanced at him lightly: "Want to be beaten again?" ”

Song Yufeng was extremely depressed: "Senior sister, you are eccentric. ”

Han Yue's expression moved.

He quickly glanced at Gu Zhihuan's back, and his fingertips unconsciously pinched his palm.

There was a bit of indescribable expectation in my heart.

Gu Zhihuan turned his back to Han Yue, raised his hand and patted Song Yufeng's head: "It's time to go." ”

"Are you afraid that Wu Xian will be suspicious?" Song Yufeng is colorful.

Gu Zhihuan looked at Song Yufeng faintly: "It's time for dinner." ”

"......" Song Yufeng twitched the corners of his mouth.

Sure enough, Gu Zhihuan's reliable appearance is fake!

"We're just going back? Isn't it that it hasn't been discussed yet, who is the real Wu Xian or the master? Song Yufeng asked.

"How long do you think it's going to be discussed?"

"......" Song Yufeng really didn't have a clue at all.

Gu Zhihuan turned around, and his voice floated over calmly: "Since there is no result, let's observe it for the time being." ”

"But will they do anything to me?" Song Yufeng asked.

"What is coveted in you?" Gu Zhihuan asked rhetorically.

Song Yufeng thought about it, but he really didn't come up with anything good.

The Cangming faction was poor and white, and most of the things he finally pulled out from between his teeth also fell into Gu Zhihuan's hands.

Song Yufeng held back a few words for a while: "I'm good-looking." ”

Han Yue silently quickened his pace.

Gu Zhihuan stared at Song Yufeng in disbelief: "How did you get such inexplicable confidence?" ”

Han Yue didn't hold back, and interjected: "Widow Zhang of Pingyao Town." ”

"Damn, I'll fight with you!" Song Yufeng pounced on Han Yue.

Gu Zhihuan saw that the two were entangled together, and finally remembered what was going on with Widow Zhang in Pingyao Town.

Song Yufeng used to like to sneak down the mountain.

Compared with the unpopular Cangming Mountain, the bustling scene of Pingyao Town can make the human body taste the meaning of life more.

But all young men have a dream of chivalry.

After Song Yufeng inadvertently rescued Widow Zhang, before he could ask her for money, he was entangled by Widow Zhang.

Since then, Song Yufeng has not dared to go down the mountain for two whole years.

Gu Zhihuan pursed his lips.

The sound of Song Yufeng and Han Yue bickering filled the fog in the mountains.

Warm yellow sunlight slanted down from the clouds.

Everything was as gentle as a dream.

fought all the way back to Cangming Mountain.

Gu Zhihuan and the others went straight to the dining hall.

As soon as Song Yufeng entered the door, he smelled the fragrant smell of the flower chicken, and in an instant, what witch salt, what morning dew was all thrown out of the clouds.

He flew to the edge of the dining table, sat next to the flower chicken, and did not hesitate to praise himself: "Bai Zhi, your skills are getting better and better, whoever marries you must be a great blessing." ”

Bai Zhi covered her mouth and laughed: "Second Senior Brother, you are joking with me again." ”

Han Yue said coldly: "Yes, second senior brother, don't be joking, Widow Zhang is still waiting for you." ”

Song Yufeng gritted his teeth and stared at Han Yue: "You young man who doesn't have any hair, be careful that you can't even find a widow." ”

Han Yue looked down at the desktop: "I just like to be alone." ”

Before Song Yufeng could say anything, he saw a black sleeve floating in front of him, and then, a slender hand deftly grasped the chicken leg called Huaji and pulled it out.

The yellowed chicken skin was torn apart.

The palm-sized chicken leg has fallen into the hands of others.

Song Yufeng screamed: "Senior sister, my legs !! ”

"There's another one." Bai Zhi reminded.

Song Yufeng hurriedly went to protect the only remaining chicken legs.

But Gu Zhihuan's movements were obviously faster.

In the next second, the other leg had already been placed in Han Yue's bowl by Gu Zhihuan.

Han Yue's tongue was against his back teeth, and he endured it a few times, but he didn't tighten it after all, and the corners of his mouth hooked up: "Thank you, Senior Sister." ”

"Embarrassed!" Song Yufeng had no choice but to stretch out his hand to the chicken wings aggrievedly.

Unfortunately, as soon as his hand touched the shiny chicken wings, the chicken in the bowl flew out of thin air.

Song Yufeng turned his head sharply.

Wu Xian grabbed the flower chicken with no legs in his hand, and looked at Song Yufeng with a smile: "Why don't you call me when you eat?" ”