Prince, who shall we kill today?

Chapter 129 Reunion

"The painting is really good." The bald head was full of admiration, and then said sincerely, "Can you give me this painting?"

Lingmiao said: "Of course - not possible."

"Then I'll buy it from you!" the bald head said, "I don't know how much a painting is for Miss?"

"Not for sale." Lingmiao said, "I want to treasure this painting myself."

"Oh." The bald head bent down, and said pitifully, "Miss's painting skills are as good as gods, and it will not be difficult to draw another one. Let's sell this one to uncle. Okay?"

He is a big man who is five big and three thick, and he is acting like a baby with a young girl, Ling Miao can't stand it!

She had just finished drawing when she put down her pen, then raised her head to scold the man.

"I said uncle—you..." Lingmiao was stunned, "Uncle..." She stared at the man's face and blinked, "You...you are so handsome...are you a monk?"

"Ah, yes, yes!" The bald head put his palms together quickly, and said in a warm voice, "The poor monk's name is Shangmu, it's a pleasure to meet you."

The warm light illuminated his face, his sword eyebrows and starry eyes, he was very heroic, although the light on his head was shining, but the shadow did not affect his handsomeness, on the contrary, it gave him an extraordinarily refined temperament.

Lingmiao thought, this should be the most handsome monk she has ever seen...

Seeing two beautiful people in one day, as a person who likes to paint and loves beauty, I am so happy...

Lingmiao hurriedly said, "Can I draw a portrait for you, uncle?"

"Okay." Shang Mu said, "I wish for it! But..." He touched his bald head, looked down at the painting on the little girl's table, pointed to it, and said, "The poor monk still wants this painting very much." A painting, can the little fairy sell it to me?"

He is really good at making people happy, and he has already changed his address to "Little Fairy". Lingmiao felt sweet in her heart, and then said: "Of course——it's still not possible."

Shang Mu suddenly turned cold: "Then goodbye."

"Hey, don't go!" Lingmiao grabbed his cassock and said anxiously, "I really can't give you this one, but I can help you draw others. The person on the painting is the swordsmanship teacher I just met , this is the first time I draw a picture for him, so I really can't give you this picture... What picture do you want, just tell me, and I will draw it for you again!"

"I don't..." Shang Mu complained, "I just fell in love with the person in the painting, and I just like this painting."

"Then you might as well go and see my master himself." Lingmiao said, "He is even more beautiful than me! I only hate myself for not being able to draw one ten-thousandth of his beauty! Ah - I have failed so much! Tomorrow From the beginning, I want to rebuild my painting skills!!"

She hurriedly covered her transformation, and said disappointedly: "Don't look at it! My painting is too ugly! You should go and see my master himself! Isn't it more real to see in person?"

"Hmm..." Shang Mu nodded, "What you said makes sense. Then where is your master?"

"I don't know..." Lingmiao shook her head, "It's always in this hall, you can find it yourself. Or you can wait here, this is the master's residence, he will always come back. Not early Now, I have to go back and rest!"

Then the girl left in a hurry with her miscellaneous things, and Shang Mu listened to her and waited for the person in her painting who looked like a celestial being.

The wind rises, the wind calms down.

The wind moves, the heart moves.

An hour later, a beautiful figure stepped into the Bamboo Leaf Garden.

As soon as Yuan Qionghua stepped into the yard, he felt a glimmer of murderous intent. He drew his sword out of its sheath in an instant, and in a blink of an eye dispelled the force of the palm that came to him.It was dark all around, and the bamboo grove was rustling, and the visitor continued to move without saying a word.His palms are vigorous and powerful, like a vast ocean with surging waves.

I don't know where this master came from, and why he did it without saying a word.Although Yuan Qionghua was a little surprised, she did not panic and responded calmly.The two quickly went through dozens of moves, and they fought each other heartily, and they also played with a different interest.

Just continuing to fight, Yuan Qionghua felt a strange feeling, this figure...was somewhat overlapping with a certain figure in his dream, but it was quite different.He could barely see his outline, but couldn't see his face clearly, so he was full of doubts, and he could only try with his sword.It is rare for him to meet such a strong opponent, and he also wants to learn from him.

However, the opponent suddenly changed his ways. He picked up a bamboo stick with his toe, held it in his hand, and then used a sharp sword move.

This person knows quite a lot.

Yuan Qionghua froze for a moment, then swung his sword and cut off the bamboo stick in his hand.He quickly gained the upper hand. During the fight, he found that although the opponent's skill was profound, his sword moves seemed to be out of order.Yuan Qionghua couldn't tell which school or school of swordsmanship he was using, but also felt that he was making moves at will.

This time it was not as interesting as before, so he didn't want to delay any longer, so he wanted to end the battle quickly so that he could go to the house to rest.

Seeing that he was about to win, the opponent changed his sword move again.

This time, he defeated Yuan Qionghua with only three moves.

Just because his three moves are all Yuan Qionghua's moves, they are exactly the same, even equally exquisite.

When he made the fourth move, Yuan Qionghua gave up the dismantling move and gave up resistance.He withdrew his long sword, then looked at the tall figure of the man, and called softly: "Brother Tang..."

The wind blew up, setting off a thousand layers of waves in the hearts of the two of them.

Yuan Qionghua lost his sword as if lost in his soul, and then took a step forward. He stretched out his hand, originally wanting to touch the opponent, but was afraid of touching the phantom.

Before he could withdraw his hand, the other party pulled him into his arms and hugged him tightly.

"Huahua..." The man's voice was choked up, but with a smile, "My Hua, I finally see you."

"Brother Tang...Xue Tang..." Yuan Qionghua was still a little dazed, he was obviously in tears, but he still asked blankly, "Is that you? Am I dreaming..."

The other party laughed: "Do you wish it was a dream?"

Yuan Qionghua shook her head: "I don't want to."

"That's true." The man who had been missing for 12 years said with a smile, "It's me, I'm back."

"You're back. You're really back..." Yuan Qionghua was still in a daze, but suddenly broke free from the man's arms and muttered, "You're back, I have to tell Ah Man...I'll tell He you are back..."

He stumbled out two or three steps, then turned and ran back.

"Aman is not here." He grabbed the other person's arm and said in a panic, "Aman is not here, he, where did he go? He seems to have told me, I can't remember. I... I will go later Tell him, okay?"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, he suddenly grabbed the other party's arm, dragged him into the room, and then hastily lit the lamp.

"Let me see you... let me see if it's you."

When the light came on, he turned around and wanted to take a closer look at the other person's face, but he was caught off guard, and then the familiar eyebrows approached, and then approached... until it occupied all his sights, until it also occupied his entire heart.

His pale lips were kissed, he forgot to breathe, and he forgot to close his eyes.

He was led back until his back was against a pillar in the room.The other party's warm big hands rested on the back of his head, and kissed him vigorously, as if wanting to eat him, as if to make up for what was missing all these years.But he still blinked in a daze, trying to look at his eyebrows at such a close distance.

After he saw it clearly, he confirmed that it was Xue Tang.

It's Ah Man's father.

It is his master.

It was the one who rescued him from the endless darkness.

It's the one who named him.

It was the one who protected him with his life.

The one who treats him with sincerity.

"I taught you," Xue Tang backed away slightly, groping Yuan Qionghua's red and swollen lips with his fingers, and said in a low voice, "When I kiss you, you have to close your eyes. Have you forgotten? Hmm ?”

His voice is very magnetic, especially when he speaks with a smile.Especially the rising tone, as if a feather had been brushed in one's heart.

Seeing that the other party was stunned, he smiled and said again: "Then I will teach you again, Huahua, listen carefully, when I kiss you, you have to close your eyes and feel it with your heart, and you have to respond to me—" He grabbed the opponent's hand and put it on his neck, and said, "You still have to hug me. Come on, let's try now."

He said and moved closer again.

Yuan Qionghua stepped back suddenly, but——

He was already leaning against the pillar, and there was no way back.

"No...I can't..." Jiaohao's face was blushing, he stared at Xue Tang's bald head, and said nervously, "I...I can't let you relapse!"

Gosh!Why did his brother Tang become a monk? !

"You didn't push me away just now, you already made me break the precept." Xue Tang touched his bald head, leaned over to touch his forehead, looked into his shining eyes from a close distance, then raised his hand to touch his face , smiled and said, "My Huahua looks so beautiful, how can I be willing to be a monk?"

Yuan Qionghua was taken aback: "What?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his belt was pulled.

Xue Tang's hands trembled a little, but they were neat enough.In the blink of an eye, he stripped off the other person's shirt, and grabbed the slender waist.The skin under the palm is firm and smooth, warm and soft.He hadn't touched his flowers for many, many years, and he was excited for a while, but he was cautious enough.

He didn't rush to do anything, and then buried his head in the other's fair neck, gently rubbing his skin with the tip of his nose.

After a few dawdlings, Yuan Qionghua's fair skin quickly turned red.

Xue Tang glanced at him, this person has changed from a little white flower to a little red flower.

He laughed: "My Huahua is still so shy."

Yuan Qionghua was embarrassed by what he said, but she also became bold in a rare way.He closed his eyes and said softly: "I remember, and... try again."

He had no beginning or end to what he said, but Xue Tang connected with him and understood it instantly.

So he leaned over and held the other's lips.

Yuan Qionghua opened his eyes and looked at him, raised his arms and hugged his neck, and then closed his eyes again.

He hadn't forgotten what his master had taught him, not one iota of it.

Well, he had to close his eyes when he kissed him, and he had to hold him, and he had to respond to him.

Response.

He responded seriously.

His mouth was reduced to a battlefield, and two hot and humid tongues were fighting inside.

He was not to be outdone by the menacing opponent.

The two fought for a while, then changed the battlefield, tearing each other's clothes and ravaging each other's flesh.

The flickering candlelight illuminated the two trembling figures.

After a while, there were small moans and heavy moans in the room.

When the lights were half dim, everything stopped.

Xue Tang withdrew from the hot and humid place, kissed the other party's flushed face, and then hugged him tenderly.When the other party recovered, he hugged the other party and let him lie on his chest.

"Flowers." He stroked Yuan Qionghua's long hair, and said in a gentle voice, "I still have something to do, I'm leaving tomorrow morning. Can you do me a favor?"

Yuan Qionghua raised his head, looked at him and said, "Speak."

Xue Tang lifted his long hair, pinned it behind his ear, and said with a smile, "I want you to help me kill someone."

Yuan Qionghua asked directly, "Name."

"Xue Man."

"it is good."

Yuan Qionghua got up immediately.

"Hey!" Xue Tang grabbed him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "That's my son, your apprentice! You don't even hesitate??"

Yuan Qionghua shook her head: "If you want to kill me, I will kill you."