"Master..." Wu Xiang cried and went to shake his young master's shoulder. One hand flew up and slapped Wu Xiang's hand away. At the same time, a leg kicked Wu Xiang's knee like lightning. Wu Xiang staggered.
He lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground.
"You're calling me a ghost! Master, I'm fine!" the child cursed, turning his head and staring at the strange little courtyard in front of him.
Wu Xiang wiped away his tears and got up from the ground.
"You're fine, then what are you doing?" Wu Xiang turned around and looked around. The high walls on both sides of the alley blocked most of the sunlight, and the alley seemed extremely deep and lonely, almost dark.
.There are a few clumps of weeds growing sparsely in the gaps between the bluestone bricks, which is a bit lively, but when the unknown insect screams like that, the weeds start to shake, which scares people so much that they break into cold sweats and get goosebumps all over their bodies.
The wind blew from the depths of the alley, and the cold air spread from Wu Xiang's ankles to Tianling Gai, making him tremble.
I don’t know whose house hung the wind chimes. The sound of the wind chimes drifted slowly with the wind and echoed in the alley.
Not far away from them, two old women were spinning. The spinning wheel made a squeaking sound that was frightening. Hearing the noise of the two people in Wuxiang, the two old women turned their heads and were about to spin.
Meeting Wu Xiang's gaze.
Wu Xiang saw them turning their heads numbly, then turning away again. Their dry skin was like dead wood showing cracks, and their yellow eyes had no look of life. He was so shocked that he couldn't move any further. When he first came in, he could not move.
There was a vendor hawking, and he didn't know where he was now. He seemed to have been carried deep into the alley by the wind, and the faint sound of people sounded like moaning or crying.
"Young Master..." Wu Xiang forced out a few words from his throat, and his voice broke, "What are you doing here? This is not a place where people live, it's too gloomy! Let's go, Master
Still waiting for you at home!"
The young master ignored him, but Wu Xiang wanted to persuade him again. The young master shouted impatiently: "Don't make any noise!" He turned around and looked at the courtyard intently.
Wu Xiang's little face wrinkled, but he still kept his mouth shut, wrapped up his clothes, shrank his neck, and moved closer to the young master.
A bright look gradually appeared in the corner of the young master's eyes.
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With a smile, the corners of his mouth curved, revealing the two pairs of tiger teeth again. He turned to Wu Xiang and said, "Do you know where this place is?"
Wu Xiang shook his head.
In an instant, Wu Xiang seemed to have remembered something, his face turned white, and he asked tremblingly: "No - what kind of master of martial arts..."
Before he finished speaking, the young master seemed to have been given a shot of blood, and he was so excited that he kept nodding like a chicken pecking at rice.
This time, Wu Xiang's lips looked as if they had been painted with white powder.
His young master is good at everything, cute, and considerate of his servants. Except for his disagreement with the master and his love to scare himself, he can almost be called a "perfect man". Wu Xiang has never been to school, so he doesn't know what people mean by "perfect man"
What does it mean? But he vaguely knew that it was a word to praise people, better than "good person". Wu Xiang felt that his young master was a "perfect person".
But the young master has one shortcoming that cannot be said to be a shortcoming, and that is his hobby of martial arts. Other young masters and ladies are either reciting poems or having fun at home, but my own young master is better at wielding swords and guns at home. That's it, the young master can be like a general.
Like any other son, he wants to join the army and serve his country when he grows up. But this is not what the young master is doing, he wants to be a master of martial arts.
The young master has two yards in the east of the city. One was left to the young master by his mother, and the other belongs to the master. Others have these two yards, either to hide their darlings or to hide their personal belongings. But
When the young master arrives, he will use it to entertain the masters of the world.
The large courtyard given to the young master by the master is home to no less than thirty martial arts masters, plus their family members and servants, there are at least two hundred people there. This person is somewhat famous in the martial arts world and has a good background.
Most of them are unknown people who heard that the young master likes martial arts and come to deceive and deceive him to ask for rewards and money. Whether you are Zhang San who sells dog meat in the east of the city or Li Si who farms in the west of the village, as long as you come to the young master
, the young master couldn't believe it when you made up things about the world of martial arts and made things up. He thought that you were a master of the martial arts, and a reward was worth hundreds of taels of silver. Wu Xiang had seen this situation many times, and every time he felt heartbroken.
The young master is usually such a smart person, but when it comes to matters related to Jianghu, he acts like a fool. He believes whatever people say and can't even tell the lies. Besides, the young master is too stupid.
You're a prodigal, how can anyone reward you with a few hundred taels?
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It's silver. If you don't regard money as something, then give it to me. You can't give it to outsiders if you give it to yourself. In the past few years since I've been here, I haven't saved more than ten taels.
The young master was not like this before. I remember when I first came to the house, the young master was only three years old and so cute! At that time, he always called me brother, which frightened him so much that he fell to his knees. Later during the Chinese New Year, the master asked all the young masters when they grow up.
They all want to do something. Some say they want to benefit the country as an official, while others say they want to write a book and leave a name in history. Of course, Wu Xiang still knows whether this is really the case.
But our three-year-old young master made a surprising statement that night - "I want to be a master of martial arts." This sentence made the young masters burst into laughter, but the master frowned, stared at the young master and asked why, and the young master also
He didn't answer, but just stared at the old man stubbornly. Then the old man left the table angrily, and the New Year's banquet broke up unhappily.
From then on, the young master began to cause trouble, recruiting martial arts masters from all over the world, and spending a lot of money to purchase martial arts secrets. Not only that, he also went to the homes of some famous martial arts masters to seek apprenticeship. However, none of them agreed to him, but
He entertained them warmly, gave away all the secret books at the bottom of the box, and then hurriedly saw off the guests, leaving the young master confused.
The strange thing is that the master did not interfere with the young master, and everything continued as usual, letting things go as they pleased.
Now - Wu Xiang raised his head and looked at this small courtyard. The old blue wooden door and the copper ring on the door were rusty. "Qin Qiong" had disappeared, and only the half-stretched "Yuchi Jingde" was still there.
The door and courtyard wall were covered with weeds and sparrows.
"This...is the residence of an expert again!" Wu Xiang asked with a grimace, "This is too shabby. It must not be an expert. Young master, let's go back. There is still No. 30 waiting at home.
and you."
"Hehe." The young master chuckled, "Wu Xiang, you are wrong. This is the real master. Those thirty people cannot compare with him!"
"Don't listen to the nonsense of those idle people in the market. They are all lies." Wu Xiang was so anxious that he almost cried. His young master must have been deceived again. "Who is the person here!"
The young master strode forward and pushed open the courtyard door——