Summer is about to pass, but it is not willing to leave like this, blowing up bursts of hot wind, making the fire of the oven of the world burn more vigorously. People who are roasted by the scorching sun are sweating profusely and languid, and those who are stirred by the hot wind are full of anger. .
"You shouldn't have come."
"But I'm already here."
"Why come here."
"For the truth."
The truth is bullshit, you are clearly doing it for fun!
Just after Wang Zhenqiu took out Chen Duo's photo, Hu Xiuwu knew that Wang Zhenqiu had already investigated the true identity of the temporary worker in Huanan Nadutong, but he still chased him to Sijiucheng. It was clear that he came with bad intentions.
No choice, Hu Xiuwu had to take Wang Zhenqiu away first. If he was allowed to stay in the classroom again, there was no telling what he would do. If he really talked about strangers in the classroom, Wang Zhenqiu could just walk away afterwards. , but Hu Xiuwu still had to explain to all his classmates.
Before leaving, Wang Ye grabbed Hu Xiuwu, glanced at Hu Xiuwu, and secretly asked him if he needed help. Hu Xiuwu shook his head slightly at him.
The king doesn't know how to swim, so why drag him into the water?
Wang Zhenqiu followed Hu Xiuwu to the rooftop of the school very cooperatively. The rooftops of domestic schools are not like those in the anime. You can come and go freely during normal times, and you are also equipped with barbed wire and benches.
In most schools, there are not even stairs leading to the rooftop. Ladders are used instead, just to avoid any accidents if students go to the rooftop with nothing to do.
However, how can this little trouble stop two strangers? Just a little click and jumped up.
The climate in Sijiucheng is dry, windy and dusty. There is a lot of dust on the rooftops, and there is garbage blown up by the wind in some blind spots. It is not beautiful at all.
Strangers who have power in modern times can only talk like ghosts in dark corners. It is no wonder that there are always people like Wang Wanghu who are aggrieved by this.
Hu Xiuwu became angry: "What on earth are you going to do! Wang Zhenqiu!"
"Of course I'm too interested in you."
Wang Zhenqiu held his face in his hands, with a flushed face and an annoying smile. He looked at Hu Xiuwu affectionately, as if he was seeing a puzzle that he was obsessed with, a game that made him addicted.
"Hu Xiuwu, a former Shangqing disciple, his master was Wu Dechang, the oldest member of the Shangqing generation. He was suddenly named by the Shangqing two years ago. What's even more suspicious is that your master Wu Dechang passed away in the same year."
"To put it bluntly, what happened to you and Wang Wanghu is very similar."
Wang Zhenqiu smiled teasingly and the corners of his eyes were crooked, but hidden under his smile was a spy who was always paying attention to Hu Xiuwu's expression and psychology.
However, Hu Xiuwu's face was expressionless and his eyes were empty, showing no flaws.
But Wang Zhenqiu is not discouraged. The test has just begun, and he has not yet launched his ultimate move.
Wang Zhenqiu said in a tonal tone like a storyteller:
"I thought that you, like Wang Wanghu, were responsible for your master's death because of yourself. Speaking of which, since Wu Dechang's death, you have not returned to Maoshan once. Isn't it a bit unfilial?"
Words were like sharp swords, piercing Hu Xiuwu's heart hard, making him cry and bleed. Since Wu Dechang's death, why didn't he want to burn a stick of incense for his master? The master had already told him not to go back to Maoshan and not to bring trouble back to Maoshan.
Especially the experience during the descent made him understand the importance of the Eight Wonders.
Just a seven-kill order of the gods and ghosts has already attracted the three corpses to Tu Junfang and secretly break into Maoshan. If it is known that he has been exposed to the Eight Magic Skills, then there is no telling how many strangers will take the risk and break into Maoshan without permission, disturbing the people on the mountain. Pure.
Even in normal times, he didn't dare to mention his master's name easily. It was clear that whenever the moon was high and the night was like water, this name would linger in his heart, but it was even more difficult to say these three simple words.
Hu Xiuwu said in a deep voice: "Are you here to comment on my character?"
"No, no, you misunderstood."
Wang Zhenqiu shook his head hastily, his eyes widened with an expression like "How can you look at me like this? Am I such a noble person?"
"I just have some doubts. Judging from the experience in Worm Valley, you are not the kind of heartless, unfaithful and unfilial person. There must be a reason why you don't go back."
"What happened that forced an exceptionally talented disciple of the Shangqing Sect to dare not go back to the mountain to offer incense to his master?"
"If you make a big mistake and the Shangqing doesn't send anyone to capture you, it's a sect rule. But if you don't make a big mistake, the Shangqing is not a sect with strict disciplines and ruthlessness. The disciples send the master a final message. Cheng, it’s only natural, why don’t you dare to go back?”
Cancer, really cancer, once you get it, it's hard to get rid of it.
Wang Zhenqiu cannot be allowed to go deeper. If he continues to investigate, he will easily find out about Teacher Zhang Huaiyi.
If a third person knows about the Eight Immortals Mountain and that the Jiashen Rebellion is related to Hu Xiuwu, then the tacit understanding between Hu Xiuwu and Zhao Fangxu will be broken. This shows that Hu Xiuwu is a loophole. The honeymoon period for both parties will be over.
If one person can discover the secret of the Eight Wonders from Hu Xiuwu, then there will be a second person, and any loopholes must be filled. Zhao Fangxu ultimately focused on the overall situation, and his kindness would only give him one chance.
At that time, it will not be as simple as the relationship breaking down, it will be a step into divorce, and it is the worst kind, either you or me.
Hu Xiuwu said in a low voice: "It's just that my master has passed away, and I have to go home to fulfill my filial piety. Even strangers have to eat. Not everyone likes to be a Taoist priest. How can you make such a simple thing so complicated? , you are really imaginative."
Wang Zhenqiu teased Hu Xiuwu: "Oh, if that's the case, you don't mind if I go to Jinmen to have a look. I heard that your master died in Jinmen. The cause of death is unknown. Maybe I can help you find out where your master is. cause of death."
Luo Feng's door opened, and the sword of Gui Gui was spit out.
As the sword pointed, the wind moved forward quickly, rolling up the thick dust to both sides like Moses parting the sea on the rooftop filled with dust, sweeping out a straight and clean wind path.
At the end of the road is Wang Zhenqiu's position, which is the exit of the incident.
The sticks and swords intersected, creating a wave of air that pushed the dust out of the rooftop. The dust floated down like haze that had arrived in Sijiucheng ahead of schedule.
Wang Ye was sitting in the classroom, but there was dust rain outside the window that was difficult for ordinary people to distinguish. This made Wang Ye couldn't help but worry about Hu Xiuwu and didn't know what happened to him.
Hu Xiuwu once told him that his elder brother Hu Bayi was a person who knew everything. Would you like to give him a call?
As soon as the thought passed by, Wang Ye shook his head.
If Hu Bayi could come, Hu Xiuwu would call Hu Bayi himself, and it wouldn't take him long.
Although thinking this way, Wang Ye was still a little worried about Hu Xiuwu's safety and wanted to help him.
Sizzling—
The stool rubbed against the tiles, making a harsh sound. Jin Yuanyuan looked at Wang Ye who suddenly stood up in surprise:
"Xiaoye, what are you doing! Scared me! Hey, where are you going? Class is about to begin!"
"I'm going to the bathroom and I'll be right back."
Wang Ye ran all the way, but instead of running to the rooftop, he ran all the way down to the broadcast room on the second floor of the teaching building.
It was still early, the teacher in the radio room hadn't come yet, and the door was still locked. Wang Ye secretly apologized, but his father had money anyway, so let him compensate.
Wang Ye swung his palm and hit the iron door. The sound was not loud, and the lock of the iron door did not break, but it shattered all the slender door bolts.
The door didn't open, it just fell off the wall.
Turning sideways and entering the broadcast room, Wang Ye glanced around and guessed the general functions of the equipment in the room. Fortunately, his English was not bad and he understood most of it and found the start button of the broadcast.
After pressing the button, the melodious and cheerful saxophone echoed throughout the school. The sudden ringing of the bell made the students think that class was on. Only a few careful students discovered that the time was wrong and the class bell rang a long time in advance.
Wang Ye wiped the sweat from his forehead. He did not practice to fight with others. He had very little experience in fighting with others. If a fight really broke out from above, it would be easy for him to rush to the rooftop to hold back Hu Xiuwu. He could only Help Hu Xiuwu from the side.
I hope the music that plays will remind them of where they are and allow them to calm down and consider the consequences.
