An hour later......

"Well... I'm really sleepy. Who was the bastard who was the first to come up with the idea of ​​'superior demeanor'? How can running around in the middle of the night be regarded as a superior demeanor? I can't sleep well. I'm living in the dark, and I might even fall into a dog and eat shit...

…”

It was already ugly time and everything was silent, but Jiang Xiaoshu was holding an oil lamp, cursing and scribbling on the wall of his bedroom.

After a while, he threw the pen away, looked at it with satisfaction for a long time, and then left.

There are eight characters written on the wall: "Green mountains will not change, green waters will always flow." It looks like dragons and phoenixes dancing in a good shape. But there is an extremely weird pattern painted on the side - a little man in the painting stands upright and faces him, with his right hand "crooked".

He put it on his shoulders and took a closer look. It turned out that the "crooked" ball the little man was carrying was a sword. The little man's right shoulder was resisting the sword, but his left hand was stupidly twirling the curly dragon whiskers on his head.

Even though Jiang Xiaoshu's signature is written next to it, it's still hard for you to associate this thing with a human being...

However, Jiang Xiaoshu doesn’t think so:

"Hmph, sir, my paintings still look so good, it's amazing..."

After walking dozens of steps out of the room, Jiang Xiaoshu stopped in front of Sheng Yujin's room and thought:

"This stupid Sheng Yujin was originally a long way behind me in martial arts. He was really average. But just now he has become a dragon and a tiger. I think now he may only be a little behind me... Good guy,

This guy is thick-skinned. Wouldn’t it be nice to take him on the road with me and let him go up when I get beaten? The key is that he is not smart either. He can’t even pick up girls, so he definitely won’t steal me.

The limelight..."

Jiang Xiaoshu nodded secretly, becoming more and more satisfied with Sheng Yujin as an ally. He smiled proudly, suddenly became more playful, and walked towards Sheng Yujin's window, wanting to use his special skills in the "ghost way", quietly

Sneaking in, frightening Sheng Yujin...

Sheng Yujin has been tossing and turning since she returned to her room. She is very confused and has many thoughts in her mind:

"What exactly is this martial art that I learned inexplicably? Why does this Qi suppress my past memories when they pop up? It's like it's erasing my past memories?"

At this time, a voice suddenly exploded in his ears:

"Don't practice this crazy Kung Fu! Do you want to kill me..."

Zhenqi pulsed, and the voice suddenly stopped again. Sheng Yujin felt a little empty in his heart - this surly and fierce voice had been echoing in his ears from time to time since he could remember. If it suddenly disappeared, he would be a little at a loss what to do.

"Should I continue practicing?" Sheng Yujin asked himself, but couldn't get the answer - he only practiced this martial art for less than ten days, and then the dragon and tiger merged, and his skill increased greatly. This is for a martial arts practitioner.

It is said to be a fatal temptation; but if this kung fu can really erase his memory before amnesia, Sheng Yujin will feel extremely regretful and reluctant to give up...

"Gegou Rile, I don't want to think about it anymore," Sheng Yujin shook his head to dispel the distracting thoughts, remembering that from now on he would become a hero with Jiang Xiaoshu and win respect and wealth. He couldn't help but feel excited, but also very confused:

"But, how to be a hero? Alas, I just don't understand at all... I'll ask Brother Jiang to teach me in the future."

Then he suddenly thought of Liu Lingwei and couldn't help but sigh:

"She is so beautiful... she is much prettier than the concubine of the landlord in Kangding City; and she is white and tender, whiter than the piglets I raise... No, isn't it a good idea to say this?

"

He began to be speechless. It was a pity that he had read so little and could not find any words to describe Liu Lingwei's appearance... If he could be like Jiang Xiaoshu, he could recite a few lines of poetry when he thought of a woman, that would be quite impressive. …

While he was having random thoughts in his mind, Sheng Yujin suddenly opened his eyes.

Every time he went to a place, Sheng Yujin would subconsciously divide the place into dozens of parts in his mind. Which place is the safest, which place is the most dangerous, which place is the most suitable for escaping, and which place is most suitable for traps. of……

No one had ever taught him these things. This seemed to be Sheng Yujin's innate talent. It was with this that he made the most suitable trap to kill the one-eyed king.

At this moment, at the second most suitable place to sneak into, someone was quietly entering.

"Brother Jiang." Sheng Yujin immediately judged who this person was, so he stood up and shouted.

"Bang!" Jiang Xiaoshu was startled. He jumped up and hit his head on the window frame. He cursed:

"Damn it, why did you come to call me instead of calling my little girl's name when you were sleeping and dreaming about sex? You scared me!"

Sheng Yujin lit the oil lamp and said suspiciously:

"Brother Jiang, why do you want to sneak into my room?"

Jiang Xiaoshu originally thought that Sheng Yujin’s call to him was a blind cat encountering a dead mouse, but who knew that Sheng Yujin knew it all clearly? He was very surprised:

"You...can find me? Could it be that I made some noise?"

Sheng Yujin shook his head:

"No, I found you because my intuition is very sharp. Your method of hiding yourself is indeed very powerful, but it is almost useless to me."

Jiang Xiaoshu was secretly surprised - he had been practicing the "Ghost Way" stunt for five years, and his ability to hide and assassinate was unrivaled by almost no one among his peers. If he deliberately concealed his body, only his senior brother Zhang Qianjun would be able to do so. Except for finding him immediately, no one else, even the senior brothers whose actual kung fu was much higher than Jiang Xiaoshu's, could not find him at all.

But this Sheng Yujin...

Of course, even if Sheng Yujin's internal strength greatly increased, his martial arts skills were still far behind Zhang Qianjun's, but his intuition and experience in dealing with hidden things were incredibly strong.

"Hehe," Jiang Xiaoshu laughed dryly and touched his head. Fortunately, he didn't knock his bag out. He was a little embarrassed:

"You can't tell, Sheng Yujin, you have made great progress. I think your martial arts should be almost as good as mine now..."

Sheng Yujin shook his head:

"No, I'm better than you now."

"You..." Jiang Xiaoshu almost couldn't help but curse, but then he thought about it:

"Why should I teach him how to carry people in a sedan chair? In the future, if he offends others with his words, wouldn't it be a good thing if I come out to solve the problem?"

So Jiang Xiaoshu chuckled and said:

"Hahaha, that's true... Okay, no more gossiping, let's go now."

"Go?" Sheng Yujin was very puzzled:

"Where to go in the middle of the night?"

"Hey, this is what you don't understand," Jiang Xiaoshu blinked mysteriously:

"Let me tell you, all heroes and senior masters must leave in the middle of the night, and then leave your calligraphy on the wall, so that your magnanimity and heroic demeanor can be reflected... "

"Leaving in the middle of the night? Doesn't it mean that a master can't even sleep well? Is this how a master behaves?" Sheng Yujin was very puzzled. After receiving Jiang Xiaoshu's extremely affirmative answer, he said "oh" and then asked again road:

"Leave Mo Bao behind? What does that mean?"

"Uh... it's just writing, painting and so on. Whatever looks good, that's all."

"But I can't."

"This..." Jiang Xiaoshu thought for a while, then rolled up his sleeves:

"Okay, then I will suffer a lot and help you keep the calligraphy treasure... learn from it."

After saying that, he picked up his pen and ink and copied the eight characters "Green mountains will not change, green waters will always flow" in the same way, including the painting.

After that, he handed the pen to Sheng Yujin. Sheng Yujin took the pen awkwardly and wrote his name crookedly on the wall.

Seeing Sheng Yujin still staring at his painting after finishing writing, Jiang Xiaoshu felt proud:

"Hehe, as expected, you are shocked by my painting skills, aren't you? Why don't you say a few words of admiration for me? Let me give you a few pointers..."

"Brother Jiang, your handwriting is so beautiful." Sheng Yujin actually praised him, and Jiang Xiaoshu was secretly happy. However, after Sheng Yujin stared at the wall for a long time, he asked with some embarrassment:

"Brother Jiang, I haven't read much and I really can't understand it. Can you tell me how to pronounce this word?"

"Oh? Which word?" Jiang Xiaoshu felt happy at this moment and was very happy to answer Sheng Yujin's questions, but he still couldn't help but curse - these eight words are so simple, and some people can't pronounce them. Of course

I really can’t read a lot of characters...

"That's it -" Sheng Yujin pointed at the painting and said sincerely:

"It's the word that looks like a lame goat with tentacles."

"Then it's a fucking painting. Where did you see the words?" Jiang Xiaoshu was furious.

"Painting?" Sheng Yujin turned his head to observe for a moment, still puzzled:

"Why draw a lame goat? And where does the goat get its tentacles?"

"You are the goat, your whole family is a lame goat with tentacles." Jiang Xiaoshu cursed and rushed out of the door:

"Young master, if I take this stupid man like you on the road, you will really be in trouble for eight lifetimes!"

"Why did you get angry all of a sudden?" Sheng Yujin muttered:

"Gegouzile, it's such a mess, I just can't understand what these city people are thinking..."

Then he followed Jiang Xiaoshu...

After a while, the two of them walked together on the official road.

Sheng Yujin was puzzled and asked:

"Brother Jiang, why were you so angry just now?"

Jiang Xiaoshu sighed angrily and said disdainfully:

"You can't even see my wonderful paintings. You are really ignorant. I asked you to study more, but you have to feed the pigs..."

"Brother Jiang, can you tell that I have fed pigs?" Sheng Yujin was very surprised:

"That's amazing. I thought you city people didn't feed pigs. It seems I underestimated you before."

Jiang Xiaoshu turned his head and looked Sheng Yujin up and down carefully. He saw that Sheng Yujin's eyes were sincere and his tone was sincere. He probably wasn't mocking him intentionally.

But what kind of nonsense is this guy talking about?

Jiang Xiaoshu shook his head and made up his mind not to talk to Sheng Yujin unless necessary, so as not to be infected by his stupidity.

The two continued to move forward. When they approached the city gate, Sheng Yujin suddenly froze. Jiang Xiaoshu felt a little strange:

"How...huh?"
Chapter completed!