Before Cheng Yanqiu could answer, the young man looked to himself as if he had suddenly discovered something, and asked, "What about Mr. Cheng's Wan Yan Pine Fan?" Because I admired Mr. since I was a child, I also used Mr.'s famous weapon, this is my fan, the fan bone is made of dark iron, the fan surface is woven with silk, the peach blossom is painted by the world's famous artists, this fan pendant is better, it is the hair of a snow wolf that I killed in the Tianshan Mountains before, I named it Qianren Shura Fan, but others think my name is long, they only call me Shura Fan, strange and boring. ”

The reverse side of the peach blossom is the word Shura painted with silver hook iron, and then look at the young man holding the fan as a baby, it really can't match Shura.

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn, but the young man didn't notice it, and handed his baby fan to Cheng Yanqiu to see.

After a while, Mr. smiled and broke the embarrassment, "It's a good fan." After a pause, "Ten thousand pine winds, it's just an elegant name, just an ordinary fan, not worth mentioning." ”

Wu Xing only then knew that Mr.'s weapon was a fan, but she had been in and out with Mr. for so long, and she had never seen a fan beside Mr.?

The young man naturally didn't believe his words, Wan Yan Songfeng was Cheng Yanqiu's famous weapon, how could it be an ordinary fan, but he was reluctant to let him see it, and muttered unhappily, "Hey, Mr. is really stingy." ”

Mr. Cheng smiled helplessly, He Shuke was just a junior child in his eyes, how could he care about him in general, he didn't care if he was stingy, and drank tea by himself.

He Shuke didn't give up even after saying that, and turned to the flame-patterned black-cloaked young man on the side, "Brother Tai, meeting is fate, I don't know Brother Tai's surname?

The young man glanced at Cheng Yanqiu, and saw that he really didn't care, so he didn't care, so he didn't care, "Yin Yue teaches Song Ningye, twenty, and his parents are all believers in the sect. ”

He Shuke snorted, shook his head and said, "It turned out to be a relational household, boring!"

At this time, Wu Xing's forehead was wiped with the same style as Mr.'s hairband, which attracted his attention, he snorted, reached out and wanted to touch it, but Wu Xing hurriedly dodged.

He didn't care about Wu Xing's resistance, he became a little interested, could it be that this little girl was a relative of Mr. Cheng?

It was late autumn, although it was sunny, it was not very warm, Wu Xing had already worn two layers of jackets in order to prevent illness and drink bitter medicine, and when he saw this, he moved to his side, away from He Shuke's fan, and ignored him.

He Shuke closed the fan and touched his nose, a little embarrassed.

Wu Xing raised the cup in front of Mr. and signaled that he had finished drinking, and Mr. took out a silk handkerchief to wipe his hands with Wu Xing, threw it on the table, and said, "Let's go after eating." ”

Hearing this, everyone got up one after another, and Song Ning also asked He Shuke, "How much is your store?"

He Shuke waved his hand, "Don't want money, don't want money, I rent this store for a day." He rubbed his hands together and said, "Can I follow Mr. and saddle your horse before and after?"

Song Ning also glanced at Mr., Mr. shook his head with a smile, he raised his sword in front of him to stop He Shuke, took out a silver ingot from his purse, looked at it at about ten taels, and threw it into He Shuke's arms, saying, "No." ”

He Shuke had a bitter face and shouted strangely, "Brother Song, Brother Song! I can't say that we will be comrades in the future, why bother to use knives and guns like this, put it down!"

Song Ning also shook his head solemnly, "No." ”

"I'm one year younger than you, I'll recognize you as a big brother in the future, Brother Song! You can pity the poor little brother!" Seeing that the disciple with the black cloak brought the horse over, He Shuke was in a hurry, it can be seen that Song Ning can't enter the oil and salt, no matter how anxious he is, he said angrily, "The official road is not cultivated by your family, I can go if I want to, but by the way, how can it be regarded as me following you?"

What he said also made sense, Song Ning also thought about it for a while, and said, "Two hundred zhang." ”

"What?" He Shuke suspected that he had not heard clearly.

"Two hundred zhang, distance. Song Ning also repeated, seeing that the horse had already been brought over, he put away the sword and turned over on the horse.

Isn't that only an ant-like figure can be seen, and it is impossible to say that a single negligence will be lost, but there is no choice, He Shuke can only nod with a sad face, and agree to this unequal treaty.

"Gone. Mr. said, both hands lightly hugged Wu Xing on the horse, as soon as he touched the horse's back, Wu Xing's buttocks and thighs began to ache faintly, the pain she wanted to grin, just thought of what Sister Xiaoman said, can't lose the face of Mr., she still held back, pretended to be very adaptable to pull the reins, and drove gently.

The white horse of the divine horse was very face-saving with this sound, and the rest of the people hurriedly followed, probably because they wanted to get rid of He Shuke, Mr. made the horse faster this time, and controlled the pedal to lightly clamp the horse's belly, and the horse trotted up.

Until all the smoke and dust from the horse fell quietly to the ground, He Shuke should be about two hundred zhang, and hurriedly rode his horse, wanting to catch up.

It's a pity that he didn't catch up, but seeing the messy horseshoe prints on the ground, he rolled his eyes, and there was a new idea in his beautiful peach blossom eyes, and with a ride, the little mares ran happily.

When he arrived in the next town, Cheng Yanqiu looked at the sky and saw that it was not early, it was almost dusk, and if he continued to hurry, he might have to sleep in the wilderness, if he could, he still didn't look like sleeping in the wilderness, so he ordered to enter the city and rest here.

This place is a relatively barren town, and there is no stronghold of the Yin Moon Sect stationed at the moment, so Song Ning also inquired with the locals and found the best inn in the local area to ask for a room.

It's just that even if it's the biggest and best inn, there aren't so many upper rooms, and Song Ning also divided two people into a room for the disciples, but he didn't know how to arrange for Wu Xing, let Wu Xing live in one room by himself, or arrange a disciple to join her?

Mr. didn't care, Wu Xing was only four years old, what was there to avoid, but Wu Xing didn't know anyone else, so he rashly arranged for her to live with other disciples, maybe she would not be able to sleep, so he said, "It's okay, Ah Wu and I have a room." ”

Song Ning also breathed a sigh of relief and responded, "Yes." ”

Hastily used some dinner, Wu Xing returned to the room and opened his clothes, the inner thigh was red and swollen, slightly oozing blood, she poked lightly with her fingers, and suddenly hissed, she stared at the wound expressionlessly, thinking, if you are sick and uncomfortable, you have to use more uncomfortable medicine to deal with it, this is called fighting poison with poison, then her wound is painful, and fighting poison with poison will be more painful.

She poked it again, this time it was a little heavier than the last time, and after savoring it, she felt that compared to the present, it seemed that the pain just now was really nothing, and this method was quite effective.

I don't know who invented it, and what happened to the person who invented it.