He Wangshu's words are a little impersonal, but they are reasonable.

Qiu Fang first looked sideways, and after knowing that there was no one around, he replied indignantly: "You can't see death without help." ”

"His injuries, you know are not fatal, don't cause trouble."

Although he couldn't see He Wangshu's face, from his words, Qiu Fang also heard a little dignified. But the solemnity returned to the solemnity, but the young man was a little dissatisfied in his heart.

"But if we let it go like this, what is the difference between us and the people of the Mo Sect?"

Qiu Fang didn't care much, and hurriedly argued, even the tone was a little high-pitched. It is not difficult to imagine that the young man was a little restless at this time, and he changed his usual respect for teachers and did not hesitate to speak out.

"The second child doesn't teach you to kill, can it be that he can't teach you to save people? I'm surprised by that. He Wangshu said a strange word, these words fell in Qiu Fang's ears, and he was naturally even more angry, it was okay to scold him for two sentences, and he would not go to his heart, but if someone muttered about his master, it would be a hundred unhappy.

Although He Wangshu was not here, the blackbird sent by him was still deaf and clear-sighted, and in a few words, he sensed that Qiu Fang was really in a hurry, and had to be relieved: "You kid, think more about everything." How do you know if he was punished for doing something wrong? ”

Qiu Fang was stunned when he heard this, he had never thought of such a simple question, and He Wangshu's words were slightly slower, and the anger in his heart was naturally not as strong as just now. But he still stubbornly said reluctantly: "Even if there is a mistake, you can't beat people like this." ”

"The country has national laws, the family has family rules, and if you are wrong, you have to be punished, this is the case in the Xia Kingdom, this is the case in the Dongji Gate, and the same is true in the Mozong Sect. Everything should be clarified first, if you encounter something and you will mess up, how can you save your life in this world? He Wangshu's tone became stern, and Qiu Fang was speechless.

After finishing his words, He Wangshu admonished again: "Your family's bloody case is not as simple as Zhang San stealing the Li Si's chicken in the middle of the night, the undercurrent in it, one wrong step can swallow your life." You must know that your grandfather is the first type of person, what kind of person can destroy your whole family? Knowing this, do you dare to be so reckless?"

"But Master said that no matter when and where you are, you must also uphold the right path in the world."

Qiu Fang still didn't give up, he was still unwilling to give up the idea of saving people.

"Maintaining the right path is, of course, not just words. But speaking of which, how much ability do you have to do a lot of things, why, do you think that within this Mo Sect, you have the ability to maintain the right path? ”

Seeing He Wangshu's repeated reprimands, Qiu Fang thought slightly, and knew that today's events, his words and deeds were really inappropriate, so he lowered his head dullly.

He Wangshu saw that the young man didn't answer, and he also knew that his words were a little heavier, so he changed his tone and continued: "But I also noticed this, and I don't blame that kid, you can first make a calming talisman to restrain his pain, and those skin injuries will naturally be fine for two days." ”

When Wu Qiufang heard this, he knew that the plan made by the tenth uncle must be foolproof, so he laughed a few times, and then turned around and left without stopping, and even forgot to reply to He Wangshu.

"The murderer is like a hemp, but he teaches a person who loves to be a good person, I don't know which one is more like."

The blackbird looked at Wu Qiufang's thin back, rolled his amber eyes, seemed to remember something, and suddenly sighed.

Qiu Fang in the door was reprimanded by He Wangshu for a few words, and the mood fluctuations in his heart gradually calmed down, he half-knelt on the side of the injured young man, pointed his right hand in the air, and writhed smoothly.

The halo of light on his fingertips had not yet formed, but the blackbird burst out like a ghost, and in an instant it shattered the pale blue runes that were stuck in the air.

"Someone is coming, be careful."

As the blackbird swept in front of Qiu Fang, He Wangshu's voice also fell into Qiu Fang's ears.

When Qiu Fang heard this, his hairs stood on end, and he quickly lowered his hands, smoothed his clothes, and turned his head to look out of the door.

The figure of a young man came into his eyes, the person who came was the wind and the clouds, the folding fan in his hand swayed slowly with his body, and when it was almost night, the candle flame that was clearly extinguished could not illuminate the look on his face.

"Yo, isn't this my sister's yard?" Feng Suiyun saw Qiu Fang staring at him vigilantly, and suddenly sneered.

"Hello young master." Hearing this sneer, Qiu Fang's face was a little tense, but he didn't dare to offend directly, and said hello in a low voice.

"What, you want to save him?"

Feng Suiyun squinted at the injured young man lying on the ground, and saw Qiu Fang on the side with a solemn face, so he took a few steps into the front room, and by the faint candlelight, he saw that his originally elegant face was a little evil.

"I said you didn't have the ability to do this, but I just came over and took a look." Without waiting for Qiu Fang to answer, He Wangshu used secret techniques to pass the words into his ears, thinking that he was worried about Qiu Fang's blood and strength, if he was allowed to talk to his temperament, sooner or later the two of them would not speculate, and if they started to do something, I was afraid that it would be difficult to end at that time.

Qiu Fang knew that only he could hear this clearly, although he was reluctant in his heart, he had to try to squeeze out a smile: "How can the little one have this ability, just look at him and see if he is still alive."

With that, he stood up from the wounded young man's side, took two steps to the side, and made it appear that none of this had anything to do with him.

Seeing this, Feng Suiyun snorted softly, took a few steps forward with his feet open, and came to the injured young man's side, staring at him with straight eyes, and the undercurrent under his eyes made Qiu Fang suspicious.

Feng Suiyun's eyes suddenly lit up, his fingertips quietly brushed the fan, and he chuckled: "Then look at it for a long time, is he dead or alive?" ”

"Alive, but... Maybe dying. ”

Qiu Fang said hesitantly, of course he knew in his heart that looking at the scars on the injured young man's body, it should have been just a punch and kick from those strong men, and although the injuries were serious, there was no danger of life.

The person who wants to do it does not follow the wind and clouds, otherwise the injured young man is afraid that he will not survive at this time.

However, the true judgment can't be spoken, Qiu Fang raised his eyebrows, pretended that he couldn't understand it, and said to Feng Suiyun.

Feng Suiyun listened to his words, shrugged his nose, and did not point out that the injured young man would not die, but groaned.

"If he's dead, then help me bury him."

When the little young master of the Mo Sect said this, his black eyes were covered with a deep haze.

Since the first day of the fight, seeing the wind and clouds, Qiu Fang was faintly a little uneasy, although the person in front of him had clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and looked like a handsome son, but a smile, every move always revealed a strangeness, making it difficult to distinguish between fiction and reality.

"Yes."

Although his heart was chattering, Qiu Fang still nodded obediently,

"Hmph." Feng Suiyun sneered again, he saw that Qiu Feng was so deferential, and the injured young man was unconscious, and he seemed to be a little excited, and he turned around and was about to leave.

didn't wait for him to take a step, but suddenly looked back and looked Wu Qiufang up and down, making it impossible to figure out what kind of thoughts he had.

"That's right, you come with me."

Feng Suiyun stared at Qiufang, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and his eyes revealed a compelling weirdness.

"What does the young master command?"

Qiu Fang somewhat guessed that the injury of the young man in the shop was related to Feng Suiyun, although he thought that he would not end up like this, but after listening to the call of Feng Suiyun, he couldn't help but feel uneasy.

"Don't be like everyone else, talking nonsense." Feng Suiyun didn't pay attention to Qiu Fang's question, but put on a cold face, stretched out his legs and kicked away the bamboo basket full of clothes at his feet, and strode out.

Qiu Fang gritted his teeth, looking at this situation, he had to go on a walk, so he had to harden his heart, and no longer care about the injured young man who was moaning, and walked out with the wind and clouds.

Qiu Fang suddenly paid attention, in his opinion, Miss Mo Zong's house was completely different from that of the young master.

The windswept courtyard was dark and damp, unattended, and the windows on both sides of the house were tightly closed. Qiu Fang stepped into the door, looking at the furnishings in the hall, not to say elegant but not chaotic, some of the quaint screens seemed to be covered with a layer of ash, this appearance of being uninhabited for a long time made the young man puzzled.

"Take it off."

Feng Suiyun turned his back to Qiufang, held the handle of the fan, and fanned it the dusty wooden table, easily brushing off the dust on the table. He said to Qiu Fang as he wiped it.

When Qiu Fang heard this, he raised his head suddenly, and looked at the wind and clouds in a daze, not knowing what his intentions were.

"Why, didn't you understand?"

The table has been cleaned up by the wind and clouds, and I saw him rub it slightly, and he moved his butt to the desk.

"What does the young master mean?"

Qiu Fang was puzzled, and scolded in his heart, how can there be a big man who asks another man to untie his clothes.

"Take off your shirt and see." Feng Suiyun repeated, and even lifted his right leg to the desk and stood up.

Qiu Fang tightened his eyebrows, and couldn't help but take a small step back: "The little skinny is craggy, so don't disturb the young master Yaxing." ”

Although Qiu Fang doesn't understand the affairs of men and women, he has a sense of shame, and he knows the truth that he can't strip his clothes in front of others at will.

"Then have you ever heard of what it means to 'cherish spring day and night, this joy is indispensable'?"

Feng Suiyun saw Qiufang's unwilling appearance, and even more stood up with interest, playing with the jade pendant on the tail of the fan.

Seeing that his words were gradually revealed, Qiu Fang's heart was filled with a chill, he pursed his lips, took a step back, and even his fingers were quietly together.

This young man has made up his mind, although he doesn't know what this Feng Suiyun is going to do, but there are no two good stubbles in the Mo Sect, if he is forced to comply, it is a big deal to fight with him and then slip away, anyway, He Wangshu is nearby, it is not impossible to save his life.

But the young man was a little more lucky, and at this moment, outside the wooden door, a voice came straight out, resounding in the hall.

Qiu Fang listened with bated breath and only heard one sentence.

"Then have you ever heard that the most spring can't be kept?"