The red horse walked all the way north in the autumn color, the dumb man could finally speak, and the subordinate finally turned back into the prince, Wentu and Ah Wu talked and laughed, so uncomfortable. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info is just a little Fu Rou who misses it, a little incense master who is worried about it, and he doesn't want to stay at all.

"I come from the mortal world, you fall from Sendai, your sleeves are cool, and your tenderness is like dust......"

Wentu heard Fu Rou's voice, his heart rippled, waved his hand to stop the horse and stop the hooves, and ordered Ah Wu to stop, while smiling and listening, he quietly walked into the inn. The sweet and tender children's voices are accompanied by the sound of the guqin, like a small stream of flowing water, like a cool summer breeze, which is refreshing, and the more you listen, the more reluctant you are.

Mu Nu Festival saw Wentu's sudden return, she was so happy that she danced a few inches, and was about to shout, but Wentu raised her hand to stop her, so she hurriedly covered her mouth and stared at Wentu's youthful appearance in a daze.

Wentu quietly walked to the back garden, a sandalwood guqin, a weak blind girl, the yellow leaves occasionally fell around, and the white-clothed boy sat at the front of the stage, and it was really Fu Rou playing the guqin, singing childishly.

So sweet!

"Who?!" Xiao Furou suddenly felt that there was someone behind her, and suddenly stopped singing, tilted her ears to try to identify the abnormal sound, and her little brows also wrinkled, as if she couldn't hear the movement, and leaned back again, her blind eyes widened.

When Wentu saw Fu Rou's cute appearance, he became more and more excited, and deliberately moved to his sister step by step, wanting to surprise her.

Fu Rou gave him a surprise first!

"Ding!" Fu Rou seemed to be afraid, her right hand swayed, and her three fingers popped out a note behind her, and a burst of qi suddenly jumped out of the guqin, like three strong winds, suddenly blowing towards Wentu!

Wentu was shocked, and the gang qi rushed to his face, and there was actually the strength in it that had to hide! How did he know that Fu Rou's body was full of decades of gang qi! Flashing around, he saw Fu Rou's face with fear, almost anxious, and was about to cry, so he hurriedly spoke: "Fu Rou, Brother Wentu is back!"

"Brother Wentu!" Xiao Furou was stunned for a moment, and when she heard the voice that was really Wentu, she cried out again, she hadn't seen her for a few months, and she couldn't bear it anymore. She hurriedly stood up, accidentally knocked over the small rattan chair, and still ran desperately to Wentu, still without looking, she could touch Wentu's place at once.

Wentu also couldn't bear it in his heart, bent down slightly to pick up Fu Rou, looked up and down, but he didn't expect to grow much taller!

Mu Nujie followed, saw Wentu holding Fu Rou, the corners of his mouth showed a satisfied smile, looked at Wentu's dusty appearance, and whispered to Fu Rou: "Rou'er, Brother Wentu is tired from running around continuously, let my brother rest for a while." ”

Fu Rou refused to do so, hugged Wentu tightly, put her little face on Wentu's face, twisted her body hard, and resolutely refused.

Seeing this, Ah Wu's heart relaxed, signaling that Mu Nu had something to do, and when the two came to the corner of the inn, he told Wentu's recent encounters, and even deliberately described that the two kings had not left the sword and had not married so far.

Mu Nujie's face was dazed, and she heard that Wentu had entered the palace as a mute to help the general, a colorful sword shoveled the rebel thief, and was respected as a colorful sword warrior...... Hearing the situation of the two kings, they were still waiting alone, without any intention of accepting a concubine, and they thought that the queen was looking for a text picture to give "Memories of the Text" before entering the palace, and she was even more sad, and she couldn't help but sigh in her heart: What is the true love in the world, and what is the difference between love and non-love?

"Brother Ventu, you promise me!"

"What?" Wentu stared at Fu Rou intently, with a sweet expression.

"You promise me first, and I'll say it!"

"Okay, Brother Ventu promises you!"

"In the future, you will not be allowed to leave me for a moment!"

"Brother promises you!" Wentu did not hesitate, swearing, now that the north is peaceful, Qiu Lin and Ulan Tuli have been completed, and there will be no future troubles; Just waiting for the time to be ripe, expose King Chen and the second king, and Zhaoxue for the second princess! He couldn't help but look sideways at the Mu Nu Festival in the distance, where the poignant and beautiful lady sighed in his heart and frowned.

"Tsk!" Xiao Furou was extremely happy and kissed Wentu on the face. After a few months of separation, thinking about it day and night, Xiao Furou looked forward to Wentu's return every day, and cried many times, and suddenly she was overjoyed to see each other, she was a little baby kissing her brother, but when she kissed again, it was twelve years later!

"Women's Day, I don't know something. Wentu placed Fu Rou on a rattan chair, made her play the qin and chant again, turned to Mu Nujie's side, and asked in surprise.

"What's the matter?"

"I just saw Fu Rou for the first time, and she can actually stroke the piano and hit people, but you granted it?"

Mu Nujie shook her head and said: "I am also very puzzled, just teach her the rhythm of singing and dancing, poetry and swordsmanship, as for the sound of the piano, I don't know anything, but one day she played the piano by herself, and actually raised her hand to kill a wild mouse, I was also amazed!"

Wentu thought about it for a while and stopped exploring, maybe it was the nature of the shuttle. The four of them began to make food and wine, eat around the table, talk endlessly, and be happy, like a family.

The next day, Wentu took Fu Rou to the back garden of the inn early, wanting to see why Fu Rou had such a heavenly spirit.

"Fu Rou, you compared Brother Wentu to a bad guy and slapped me ......"

"No, Brother Ventu is not a bad person. Xiao Fu Rou categorically refused, pouting and shaking her head.

Mu Nujie understood what Wentu meant, left the doorrail she was leaning on, walked to Fu Rou's side and leaned down, and said softly: "Rou'er, brother wants to test your strength, pretend that there is a bad guy in front of you who wants to beat my brother, and you can only rely on you to save him, and slap him hard, and my brother will be safe and sound." ”

Xiao Fu Rou tilted her head and thought about it, it seemed that she needed to describe a scene in her heart, it must be that her brother was captured by bad people, and he was in danger, and then his little face sank, his small mouth was pursed, and his body was tightened together, as if he had gathered all his strength, and suddenly shouted, "Windward palm!" The two small hands suddenly pushed forward!

Wentu and Mu Nu Day exclaimed

A three-inch square round stone in front of Fu Rou rolled forward several feet, and a dead leaf in the corner of the wall rolled and flew!

This kind of skill, even if you practice hard for 20 years, you may not be able to have it!

Mu Nujie froze in place, I couldn't believe it, except for the tricks, I can't have this skill; Wentu even opened his mouth, only eight years old Fu Rou, actually palm the wind and move stones, why? Suddenly remembered, on the top of the snow-capped mountain, he and the old man compared swords, but the immortal couldn't use the method of gangqi, otherwise he would kick himself away, could it be to save Fu Rou, he actually gave all the gang qi to Fu Rou?

And so it was!

The skill of cultivating day and night for forty years is more than what mortals have gained in a hundred years!

"Brother Wentu, did you hit the bad guy?" Fu Rou saw that the two of them were suddenly silent, and she didn't understand why.

"The bad guys are beaten by you. Ventu replied.

"Hee-hee!" Fu Rou smiled with satisfaction, and then began to play heroically.

Wentu remembered that he stole in lightly yesterday, and Fu Rou could hear one or two, so he said to Mu Nujie: "Although Fu Rou is blind, she is very hearing, and she has a lot of energy, so she must be a talent that can be created." ”

Mu Nujie glanced at Fu Rou who was playing in the distance, and said softly: "It's a pity that Bai Zhi!" said and complained again, hearing that Chen Ying'er was already the queen, she didn't know whether Wentu was right or wrong for a while, and when she peeked at Wentu, she was still so resolute, so she had to continue on the topic, "However, the competition is a martial arts competition, with hundreds of forms, if you meet a master, the pace and weapons over there will be lighter, which will reduce Fu Rou's defensive ability, so that Fu Rou will always be in a situation of being attacked by sneak attacks, it is difficult to guard against, and martial arts will be greatly reduced." ”

"That's right!" Ventu pondered.

He has read countless books, and often encounters "blind martial arts", those are all strong and invincible, naturally there is a huge disparity between each other's skills, and they can win with their eyes closed. If the two are evenly matched, and one of them is blind, he will not be able to win no matter what. If you are blind, you can't peep into the movement of the place, and you are in a position where you can't act.

But this, everything comes from moving!

"Static braking!"

"Static braking ......"

Wentu and Mu Nu Day at the same time to say the clue! The two did not expect to come up with a way almost for a while, the four eyes were facing each other, each was happy, Wen Tu forgot where this was for a while, and habitually stretched out his hand to stand up, intending to high-five with the Women's Day to celebrate, but this etiquette was absolutely not in the Southern Dynasty, Mu Nu Day was stunned, I didn't know what Wentu was going to do, blushing and bowing slightly, treating each other with courtesy.

Wentu looked at his hand standing stupidly in front of him, and suddenly fell into embarrassment, and suddenly remembered the "Pipa Technique" in the wooden house in Beishan, and turned his arm to point to the guqin!

"Guqin?" Mu Nu Festival did not know the meaning of the text for a while.

Wen Tu nodded matter-of-factly, walked to the guqin, stretched out his big hand and put it on the strings, pretending to be a god, pulling his fingers, and there was a chaotic sound of the qin.

Mu Nujie covered her mouth and chuckled, came to Wentu's side, raised Wentu's hand, pointed at his little finger with the other hand and said, "You can't use the last finger to play the piano," she said, leaning close to Wentu, using her hand to break the fingers of Wentu's right hand, one by one pressed to the strings, plucked inside and outside, and made a loud sound, patiently explained, "The method of the first play, the internal play is in, the external play is out, the thumb is the support, the entry is the break, the food point is the pick, the entry is the wipe, the middle point is the tick, and the name is the picking......"

Wentu had no intention of learning that fingering, but it was difficult to refuse when he was pinched and dialed back and forth by Mu Nujie, and he explained softly, without any mustard, and it was even more inconvenient to speak, so he had to pretend to accept it with an open heart, and he couldn't stop nodding...... Perhaps, the two are destined to be confidants!

He just muttered in his heart: I don't want to learn the qin, but this guqin, which can be used as a weapon for Fu Rou, a domineering weapon!