Before you know it, darkness has completely invaded this small room, blocking between the brothers and sisters who are silent and alone, like an unsurmountable abyss. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

After a long silence in the dark, Miyamoto walked over to the table and lit an oil lamp.

The dim light of the oil lamp illuminated the room for a moment, and it seemed to shine a warm light.

In the flickering light, Miyamoto Ranyi woke up and saw his brother clearly for the first time, including the unusually pale face and the faint blood mark on his chest.

Although he was still wearing black clothes, the blood stains were still visible, straight, like a word written diagonally, across Miyamoto Yuichi's entire chest.

"Brother, are you injured?" asked Miyamoto Ranyi with his mouth half-covered, incredulously, as if this was a big deal.

Miyamoto Yu looked down when he heard this, his slender fingers gently stroked his chest, and a bewitching smile bloomed on his face: "Yes, I met a very powerful person this time." ”

The high wall stood silently to this side, and the lights of the inn cast a faint orange-yellow afterglow on the wall across the street.

The wall is so high that even the sound can't surpass it.

At this time, for example, the other side of the wall will never be quiet.

"What? Old Man Mountain is injured?"

Feng Yiyang's voice was crisp, his expression was exaggerated, and a fat white man with a small head stood in front of him, nodding solemnly.

Feng Yiyang grabbed the fat man and asked nervously, "How is the injury, is it serious?"

That white chubby fat man (...... With a straight face, he was stunned for a full five or six breaths, and then he said like a cannon:

"Well, Master is very good, but there was a cut on the back of his hand, and he was kicked on his body, and the place where he was kicked was located on the left chest, one inch away from the heart, and the wound on the back of his hand was one inch long and half a ......minute deep."

"Oh, I can't stand you. The wind lifted and threw the white fat man aside like garbage, and ran away, bringing up a cloud of dust.

After a few breaths again, the wind was long gone, and the white fat man let out a miserable scream: "Ouch~ It hurts, why did you drop me, junior brother, the so-called brothers and sisters should be respectful ......." ”

After a long while, the white fat man said quietly: "Hey, where did the little junior brother go?"

A large brass incense burner, with white smoke coming out, with a faint fragrance of red sandalwood, makes people feel a natural comfort between casual breaths.

The incense burner can not be too close to people, not too far, suitable for the tuyere of the room, not far away is a bed against the wall, the room is the most simple appearance, except for a few books on the bookcase, not even a vase, only a sword hanging obliquely on the wall next to the bed.

A sword and an incense burner became the only furnishings in this room.

Feng Lianshan was half lying on the bed at the moment, hanging Erlang's legs leisurely, humming a little song in his mouth, and pillowed the back of his head with one hand, a young man dressed as a scholar in a blue Confucian shirt was standing on the side of the bed, holding Feng Lianshan's other hand in his hand, which seemed to be taking the pulse.

The hand that was being checked was covered with a roll of white cloth, and the place where the white cloth was wrapped on the back of the hand was a little red.

Feng Lianshan hummed a little song for a while, and before the scholar finished taking the pulse, Feng Lianshan complained: "Xiao Han, I'm just such a big fart, do you need to look at it more than 20 times over and over again?"

The scholar smiled when he heard this, and said: "Master, you haven't been injured for many years, this time this person can actually hurt you, although it is a trick, a karmic art can always be regarded as shocking, I am worried that he has a strange backhand, such as using poison or true qi with dark energy, so it is better to take a look." ”

Feng Lianshan rolled his eyes widely, and said angrily: "If you can hide your more than 20 inspections with poison or true qi with dark energy, Lao Tzu will admit it even if he is dead, you say that you Jiang Weihan is a generation of medical saints, can you be a little confident?"

The scholar who was called Jiang Weihan by Feng Lianshan couldn't help laughing, then put down Feng Lianshan's hand, nodded and said, "Yes, what the master taught is that Weihan remembers." ”

Feng Lianshan smiled, and was about to say something, when his face suddenly changed, he quickly lay down, instantly pulled the quilt to his chest, and then closed his eyes, tilted his head, and looked like he fell asleep with pain and was unconscious.

Jiang Weihan didn't have time to be surprised, and with a bang, the door of the room was knocked open, and the strong wind blew away the white mist that gathered above the brass incense burner, and a figure had already hit Feng Lianshan's bed, panting slightly.

The person who came was the wind blowing.

Jiang Weihan hurriedly helped him: "Little junior brother, what are you doing in such a hurry?"

Feng Yiyang waved his hand, stepped forward, grabbed Feng Lianshan's hand, and asked, "What's wrong with the old man?"

Jiang Weihan was about to speak, Feng Lianshan had already 'woken up slowly', opened his eyes and glanced at Feng Yiyang, and said weakly: "Ah, it's Xiao Yang, why are you here?"

Feng Yiyang was stunned and said, "Old man Shan, you?"

Feng Lianshan had a kind smile on his face, shook his head lightly and said, "Xiao Yang, you don't have to worry, Master, I, Master is fine, cough, cough." ”

Didn t you say that it was a traumatic injury, how could it be the same as having a serious illness feng yiyang turned his head and glanced at jiang weihan inexplicably, and asked intently.

Jiang Weihan turned his face in embarrassment, coughed lightly twice, and looked like he didn't know anything.

Feng Yiyang comprehended, made a sad look, looked at Feng Lianshan and said: "Old man Shan, for so many years, you have been teaching me martial arts hand in hand, and if you don't practice well, it is a whip, I really didn't expect it, ~ You actually have today's ......"

Feng Lianshan nodded slightly when he heard the first half of the sentence, but his eyes widened in surprise when he heard the second half of the sentence: "Huh?"

Feng Yiyang continued with a sad face: "Now it seems that ~ if it is really a cycle of cause and effect, retribution is not happy, hahaha, you dead old man is quite capable of pretending, I will fight~." Feng Yiyang couldn't hold back halfway through speaking, and laughed loudly, and while laughing, he slapped the back of Feng Lianshan's injured hand hard.

Feng Lianshan bared his teeth in pain, roared, and jumped up from the bed suddenly, and immediately ran away after Feng Yang's slap, leaving a string of laughter in the air as he ran: "I'll just say that you didn't die so early, haha, and you want to lie to me." ”

Feng Lianshan also turned into a gust of wind and chased out: "His grandmother, you little rabbit cub, Lao Tzu will teach you how to write the words respect for teachers and respect for the Tao today." ”

Two gusts of wind blew, and Jiang Weihan was the only one left in the room in an instant. Jiang Weihan shook his head helplessly and smiled, and suddenly chased after him as if he remembered something and shouted: "Master, the little junior brother also has injuries on his body, you can fight leisurely." ”

Before the words fell, the entire mansion instantly seemed to be left with pieces of black and white pictures, and the heavens and the earth lost their color, and a familiar and powerful coercion came, and even if they moved, they felt sullen at this time.

Jiang Weihan sighed.

As soon as the wind blew, the loud screams had rushed into the sky.

The sound of screams loomed over the high wall.

The strange wine banner in front of the inn shook, and the oil lamp in the room flickered.

At some point, Miyamoto was the only one left in the room, leaning quietly against the head of the bed, not knowing what he was thinking.

The sound of the wind screaming came, and Miyamoto Ranyi straightened up sharply and looked out the window.

Outside the window, it was still dark, and across the street was still the beast-like wall, crouching quietly in the dark.

There was only one scream, and at this moment the night in Chang'an City had returned to tranquility, Miyamoto Lanyi looked out of the window suspiciously for a while, and he didn't know the point, so he had to sigh faintly and lie down again.