Ep. 8: Do you know, Jun En is shallow and the grass is deep 3

Wei Tanyi crawled out of the mud with an unlucky face, and his red clothes were stained with stains. Even ordinary people frowned.

"It will only cause trouble." After complaining, he stepped over the broken pine branch and was about to leave.

A pale wrist grabbed his ankle.

"Come on," Wei Tanyi kicked away impatiently. "Can't you get up by yourself?"

Han Ruxu's expression was so painful: "My waist is broken..."

"That has nothing to do with me. I didn't break it." Despite this, Wei Tanyi still took a hand and helped him up. At this time, both of them were covered with mud and unkempt, and Han Ruxu stood unsteadily and even more embarrassed. They walked together like two fugitives.

After a few steps, Wei Tanyi lost his patience and said, "I think you'd better stay still and stop running around. It hurts your muscles and bones for a hundred days. No matter how stubborn you are, be careful to lie down for the rest of your life." Han Ruqi barely held the cliff and didn't sit down, but his hands were also stained with mud.

"It seems to be twisted a lot..." With a little activity, it hurts and sweats. Han Ruqi knelt down helplessly. "I'm afraid you can't find a doctor in this kind of place. You can send it up by yourself and find someone to save me."

Wei Tanyi raised his eyebrows, squatted down beside him, and touched his waist with both hands and pressed it all the way.

"What are you doing...ah!" Han Ruqi was touched by him, but his hand suddenly exerted force, and his waist hurt as if it had been broken.

"Try to move."

I tried to bend, but it was much more comfortable than before. Although the pain was inevitable, the misplaced awkwardness was finally gone. Han Ruxu understood that he was correcting his sprained waist bone just now, and couldn't help admiring: "How do you know medical skills?"

Wei Tan's face did not change: "If the martial arts practitioners didn't even have this ability, they would have become useless people long ago."

"Do you practice martial arts?" This is the first time I know.

"...not yet."

It's a lie, but at present, Han Ruxu has no extra energy to be picky. If he activates his muscles and bones, it won't hurt so much. He really can't see through Wei Tanyi. He doesn't know how many secrets are behind his hypocritical smile. Naturally, these are inconvenient to ask, but his heart is always itchy, which is not good.

"Okay, then go up by yourself. I still have something important to do, and I don't have time to spend time with you." When Wei Tanyi saw that he could walk by himself, he suddenly said coldly.

Han Ruqi looked at him in confusion: "Since there is something important in the body, why do you seek short opinions?" As soon as he spoke, he immediately knew that he had said something wrong, because the eyes of the man opposite him suddenly blurred, and the corners of his lips, which were used to be raised, were also squeezed into a dangerous straight line.

"Han Ruxu, which eye do you see me short-sighted?" Up to now, Wei Tanyi has never called his name so directly. He seemed to be very angry. "You interfered in my hand and hindered me. Do you still want to be implicated by me?"

When asked by him, Han Ruqi couldn't say a word. A feeling of being stared at by a poisonous snake made his hair stand on end, and this fear came from the particularly frightening guy in front of him. If he hadn't had a beautiful face, people would have thought that the evil spirits in hell had appeared, otherwise how could it be so gloomy? Poisonous eyes.

The silent confrontation lasted for a long time. Wei Tanyi suddenly withdrew his sight as if he was tired, and his tone became light: "See you later."

Although the previous eyes were too scary, Han Ruxu still decided to keep up. After all, there is no third person in the deep mountains. If the two of them are separated, it will be even more hopeless to go down the mountain. And Wei Tanyi only cared about walking forward, regardless of his few steps away.

I didn't care about it before. There is no grass or tree in the valley. The dark soil makes the feet of the people who pass by become heavier and heavier, which is completely different from the green in the white fog on the cliffs on both sides. Han Ruxu put his back on his waist and followed the sandalwood clothes in front of him while observing the situation around him - the guy walked so freely even if he was covered in mud. Don't he feel dirty?

I don't know how long it took, but Wei Tanyi suddenly stopped.

"That's it." He pointed to his feet.

"Eh?" Han Ruxu was not sure whether he was talking to himself, so he only took a few more steps and stopped.

Wei Tanyi squatted down and didn't know what he had done. When he got up again, he shook his hand casually. It turned out that he washed his hands. Only then did I see a shallow stream in front of him. The so-called is here. Is there water to wash hands?

"The curved humerus pillow is fine, and the idle sleep is mysterious. I'm self-sufficient and don't bear external worries. Wei Tanyi suddenly chanted leisurely, and then pointed to the stream: "This is the stream in the poem," and then pointed to the desolate valley. "This place was originally full of mysterious flowers."

Han Ruxu only felt that poetry seemed to be familiar with each other, but after all, he was born in martial arts and was not too knowledgeable about poetry and songs. He only asked, "Where are the flowers?"

"It's burned."

Wei Tanyi dusted the mud on his body and bent down to wash his hands: "Have you heard the story of the jade butterfly flapping its wings in the year of Qiong Huide?"

"Jade butterfly flutters its wings? That's the name of tea." Han Ruqi remembered that on the day he was awarded the title of the first four-pin sword bodyguard, the tea given to him by Emperor Xuanping was the jade butterfly wings, but it was the cup that he cared about was used. Only then did he know that the jade butterfly wings were the royal tribute tea, and even the prince could share one or two.

"You still know," Wei Tanyi showed a look of approval and said, "Have you heard the story of Emperor Qiong burning the mountain?"

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Late at night, Yao Niang was washing herself in the bedroom. The old man went out far away yesterday. There was only her and a servant left at home. He was inevitably lonely in the dead of night. When he combed his long hair in the mirror, he couldn't help sighing.

Before leaving, the master put the precious Huide Tongbao in a drawer of the Nanmu cabinet in the bedroom. Yao Niang let go of a piece of green silk and went to the drawer to check whether the ancient coins were still there.

Just as she confirmed that the ancient coin was safe and was about to go to bed, a cold wind blew behind her, and it was too late to turn back. She had been covered by a veil and her mouth and nose, and she fainted in an instant.

Two days later, Master Ai rushed back in a hurry. The whole house was panicked and lost the master's most precious ancient coins. His wife was frightened and lay in bed again. No one dared to say more, for fear of angering the master and being kicked out of the house from then on.

"Yao Niang, how are you?" Master Ai hurried into the bedroom and saw his beloved wife Lihua sitting in the rain. He almost curled up when he came in.

The maidservant beside her hurriedly said, "Sir, madam is frightened, and it's still here for the time being..." Master Ai didn't care about this. He rushed to the bed to take Yao Niang into his arms, but Yao Niang screamed, wrapped the quilt tightly and shrank to the foot of the bed.

Master Ai had no way to do it, so he had to sigh repeatedly. After a while, the housekeeper rushed over. Master Ai carefully inquired about the situation and found that the only ancient coins hidden in the bedroom were lost. He couldn't help but be furious: "This beast!" Yao Niang huddled in the corner of the bed, and she couldn't wait to hide her head together.

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"There was a sage in the year of Qiong Huide. His name is unknown, but the world calls him Liu Lang. I think his surname is Liu."

The man in black had a faint smile on his lips, but his expression seemed to recall his previous life: "This Liu Xianren is said to be a descendant of the Dongwang royal family, so he refused to give in after Emperor Qiong unified the countries. He came to Wugong Mountain alone to live in seclusion and fell off the cliff in a distraction, so he found a paradise."

"The valley is full of wild flowers, which are very beautiful, and there are hundreds of butterflies lingering around the whole valley, which is rare in the world. Liu Xianren was disheartened. When he saw this beautiful scenery, he couldn't help but yearn for it, so he lived in the valley. The conditions were worse, but with the beautiful scenery, it was better than the oppression of Emperor Qiong. So unless it is necessary, such as adding clothes and utensils, he will never go down the mountain. In order to make a living, he occasionally sells calligraphy and paintings, but he did not expect that his calligraphy and paintings would be passed on to the palace, which was highly praised by Emperor Qiong.