Hidden Blade Chapter 135: About your **** uncle

The monk did not deceive Fang Yu'er.

Fang Yueya's condition gradually stabilized after being refined into the soul, but just as Fang Yuer needed to slowly digest the soul in her body in a long sleep, Fang Yueya also fell into a deep sleep after that. But this time would not take hundreds of years to digest slowly like Fang Yuer did, but it would inevitably take three to five years.

Fang Yu'er became alone again. Although in this underground palace, the monk arranged a lot of entourage for her, she could drive them as much as she could, and it is no exaggeration to say that if she let those The servants die immediately, and they will give their lives without hesitation.

But this doesn't make Fang Yu'er happy. In the palace without Fang Crescent, she always feels that something is missing. Although Fang Yueya and all his servants called her His Majesty the Holy Emperor at a glance, or the new position given to her by the monk, Lord Yan Luo.

But Crescent Moon grew up with her after all, and the two have almost reached the point where they can talk about everything, which is essentially different from these servants who respect her and fear her.

The monk didn't know what she was working on, and she disappeared all day long. Fang Yuer felt more and more boring, and the only thing that could make her depressed and happy was the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in the shop in the city.

On this day, she completed the homework given to her by the monk as usual—although she didn't like those homework, the monk told her that this was the only way for Crescent Moon. Therefore, she suppressed all the irritability in her heart and forced herself to do those homework every day. Then she came to this shop, bought a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and ate it carefully, so that all the worries accumulated on this day would disappear as a matter of course.

But this day is a bit special. She came a little later, or the shop closed earlier.

She can't remember it really, not because she has a bad memory, in fact, as long as she wants to, she can clearly recall everything that happened every day and every moment in the past. But that day, she couldn't remember many things, because compared to the person she met that day, all the remaining things were not that important.

She watched in frustration as the store closed the door and turned and left. She couldn't call her anymore. She couldn't help feeling a little lost. She felt as if everything had become less important on this day. She sighed, and was about to return to the ghastly hall with the overwhelming frustration, but suddenly she caught a glimpse of a boy with a long sword on his back and something wrapped in oil paper in his hand.

There is an osmanthus flower painted with red ink on the oil paper. She recognizes it. It is the oil paper unique to this pastry shop.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she took out a silver coin from her arms without thinking about it. This amount was enough to buy the pastries made by the pastry shop all day, and she felt that the other party had no reason to reject her.

"Give me the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, the money is yours." So she naturally said something like this.

This is the first thing she learned after being rejected by the shop-no one would refuse silver, and if there is one, give him more silver.

But the boy who was caught by this long sword looked at the girl up and down with a very weird look at that time. Such a look made the girl a little uncomfortable, and even more displeased. Therefore, in order to eliminate such discomfort and discomfort, she took out fifty taels of silver from her arms and handed them to the boy together, saying: "If it is not enough, I still have it."

The boy didn't say the vulgar sentence: "Is it great to be rich?" as written in the book.

He just looked at the girl like this, and when the girl was about to be defeated in that gaze, he grinned suddenly-in all fairness, the boy was not so good-looking, but that smile was inexplicable Let the girl's heart follow a bit faster.

Then the boy raised the cake in his hand and said: "Do you want to eat it?"

"Of course, otherwise, why should I buy it?" The girl said, her tone was very pretentious, and even a bit superior. But this was not her original intention, but out of some thought she could not say, she said such a sentence in that tone at that time, it seems that only in this way can she hide her inexplicable heart. s things.

But as soon as she spoke, she regretted it again, and seemed to care whether this would make the boy think she was such a rude person.

But she has no time to think about it, boy

She has passed the pastry in her arms: "I gave it to you."

He said so, and then turned around and walked into the crowd without waiting for the girl to respond.

The girl was a little dazed to hold the things wrapped in oil paper, and when she recovered, the boy's figure had disappeared in the busy street.

On that day, the girl still got her sweet-scented osmanthus cake as she wished, everything is the same, but the difference is that she was not willing to eat that sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and all the unsatisfactory accumulation that day was surprisingly no longer Following her, for the first time in her life, she began to look forward to tomorrow's coming soon.

So that she can finish her homework early, go to the store early, buy the sweet-scented osmanthus cake she wants, or, by coincidence, meet the one that looks ugly, but looks great when she smiles. Boy...

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A long time ago, before Crescent Moon went to sleep, Crescent Moon once told Fang Yuer a story.

A very boring story.

She doesn't remember the content of the story really, probably it was a man and a woman who met under a bridge, glanced at them, and then in the rest of their lives will always meet unexpectedly, and then everyone will be happy together. This story didn't have much appeal to Fang Yuer. The only thing she remembered really was a sentence from the book Fang Yueya often mumbled during that time.

Regardless of wind or rain, whether it is cloudy or sunny, destiny will always lead people to meet again and again until they are sure of each other.

Fang Yuer didn’t care about it, but that night, when she was lying on the bed, she would always inadvertently remember this sentence in her mind. She thought she might be like that with the boy, so She was sure she could meet him again.

So, after waking up on the second day, she worked very **** the homework prescribed by the monk. On weekdays, she spent five or six hours of homework from early morning to evening. Today, she only used four hours. So she finished it, and then she didn't even pay attention to dinner, so she went to the door of the store early.

But life is not a story after all. She never met the boy again. She kept standing outside the store, waiting and waiting until the dusk fell, until the store door closed and the boy did It didn't appear either.

Fang Yuer was a little disappointed, but she didn’t realize where her disappointment came from. She just felt that she had to give back what she took, so she inherited this thought. Every day, I came to this shop early and waited for the boy to appear.

But the boy seemed to have disappeared since then, and never appeared in front of Fang Yu'er again. So Fang Yuer began to think about where the boy had gone. Of course she knew that this world was very big, much more than just a small city next to this Underworld Hall, but how big a big meant was after all was a vague concept for Fang Yuer.

So she gave an order to her servants, she wanted the best map, best to be able to see every town in the world, and find every edge of the world. This of course is a very unrealistic command, because no one can tell how big the world is. There are Shiwan Dashan to the west, Kunlun Immortal Palace in the depths of Shiwan Dashan, and the endless south. In the wilderness, there is a long snowfield outside the Henghuangcheng to the north. As for the winter side, there is still no margin to be seen there, and no one has ever walked to the endless sea on the margin.

When no one can tell how big this world is, then the map Fang Yuer wants is naturally something that does not exist. But fortunately, among the many servants arranged for her by the monk, although they were all loyal, they were not stupid ones. They did not insist on finding such a non-existent thing. They brought Fang Yuer a detailed map and told her all the known things in the world.

Fang Yuer was not satisfied with the answer sheet they handed in, but still accepted the map, and then drove the servants out of the room, and spread the map in that room alone, carefully measuring it.

The map records most of the places known to the world, and the small city where the Underworld is located is naturally also on it. Fang Yuer found this place without using much effort.

Then she started to draw on the map with that point as a fulcrum, and then she sighed dejectedly.

The world is not the size of this map, but even if it is only this size, if the boy has gone to this distance

The farthest place, it will take four or five years to come and go again. Of course, the assumption is that the boy will choose to come back. At that moment, Fang Yuer suddenly understood a truth-the story that Crescent Moon told her was really the most boring story in the world, and the sentence she often talked about was also the most **** and unreasonable truth in the world.

It is a miracle that two people can meet in such a big world. If you miss it, can you still hope that such a miraculous opportunity will happen again?

Of course there will be miracles in this world, but will the same miracle happen twice to the same person?

Maybe, but Fang Yuer is obviously not such a lucky person.

So, logically, she never had a chance to meet the boy again, but she did so, but it has nothing to do with miracles.

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The ghost Bodhi sitting in the camp thought of this, and she suddenly smiled. This is a rare thing. In fact, since the boy who grew up as a man died in the Lunar Palace, she has rarely had this effect. And if she smiled, it probably has something to do with him.

The campfire in the camp was still jumping, Gui Bodhi sat back to her position, she suddenly looked somewhere in the room and said: "Come out."

The bonfire jumped, and there was no sound in the camp. The sound only made by the ghost Bodhi was still ringing back and forth, and there was no response other than that.

Gui Bodhi frowned, and she said again: "Since I am here and I don't want to come out to meet, how come I am afraid that my second teacher will kill you?"

When these words were spoken, there was a sudden distortion of space in the dark corner of the camp, and a figure stepped out in the distorted darkness. It was a young man dressed in black. His eyebrows were not pretty, but his eyes were very beautiful, like a pool of spring water, clean and translucent, but in the depths of the water, under the cover of sand and dust, there was a handful of them. Dusted sword.

The young man stepped up to Gui Bodhi, stretched out his hand to bow respectfully to Gui Bodhi, and said: "Disciple Xu Han, I have seen the second wife."

But this kind of respect did not get Gui Bodhi's response. She just snorted and asked: "How long have you been here?"

Xu Han replied: "It's been a while."

"Why? There are so many beautiful ladies in the house who don't look at them, come to peek at your wife, not afraid to go to the Yin Cao Jifu, your uncle will chop you?" Ghost Bodhi said again~IndoMTL.com~ Xu Han didn't dare to pick up the problem, so he could only say the truth: "The teacher is in a daze, I think she must be thinking, so she can only stand by the side because she dare not disturb."

The Gui Bodhi who heard this was stunned, probably because she remembered her thoughts again, she fell silent suddenly, and the expression on her face became a little more complicated. Xu Han looked at the ghost Bodhi at this moment and saw that she was so silent, so he asked: "What was the teacher thinking just now?"

Gui Bodhi looked up at Xu Han and said, "I miss your **** uncle."

Xu Han seemed to have expected such an answer. He didn't show too much surprise. On the contrary, he smiled faintly at that time and said: "That's great."

"Where is it?" Gui Bodhi raised his eyebrows and asked.

"If you can remember your uncle's wife, naturally you should still be that teacher, isn't that good?"

Gui Bodhi did not comment on Xu Han's words, but said at that time: "But I don't think your **** teacher is good?"

Xu Han seemed a little surprised. He couldn't help but ask again: "So the uncle did something that I didn't like?"

"That's too much to go, but my adult doesn't remember the villain's past, and I don't know him in general, but there is only one thing that I always worry about." Gui Bodhi said in a relaxed tone, I don't know whether it was intentional. Still unintentionally, the two of them almost didn't mention the position of both sides at the moment, and the conversation between each other was more like pulling homely memories of the old.

"I would like to hear the details." Xu Han responded with a smile.

Gui Bodhi hesitated slightly, and then nodded: "Alright, let me tell you. Your kid is also a guy who can lie to girls. Please help me see the story that your uncle made up for me back then. Is it true or not?"

Speaking of Gui Bodhi's eyes, the eyes became deep, and she began to tell the story about the second encounter between him and her in a calm voice.

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