When night fell, Wu Du came over to check his box and sword. Duan Ling was sleeping in a small spot in the corner of the wall. Hearing the movement, he took a peek. Seeing Wu Du turned his back to him, he opened the box and took one. Things come out, go to the door, sit down.
After a while, the intermittent flute sounded, as if tuning, Duan Ling's ears perked up, and then the erratic sounds in the air were strung together one after another, forming a tune.
See you!
That song is meet and greet!
Duan Ling has heard it over and over countless times. When he was in Beijing, he was separated by the courtyard wall of the famous hall, the sound of the flute in the Qionghua courtyard, and his father's jerky flute... Wu Du can actually play this song, Duan Ling heard the flute When he heard the sound, he stopped for a moment.
The flute sounded by Wu Du initially carried an air of injustice, but when it opened, the sound behind it flowed out like a waterfall, as if a song in the quiet night had opened up the peach blossoms in the mountains and plains, overflowing, boundless, full of Hope and expectation, with a dashing meaning.
The first time I listened to the tune in Mingtang, it seemed to have something to say but couldn't open it; Xunchun's tune was sad and despairing; Li Jianhong learned to play, and the tune also contained Sonorous power. When Wu Du played this tune, he felt completely different from Duan Ling's previous feeling, mellow but not domineering, meaningful but not sad, just like the flow of maple water in Xichuan, open-minded and free and easy.
Duan Ling was wearing a single shirt and shorts, and couldn't help walking out. He reached the threshold and looked out. He saw Wu Du sitting on the steps in the courtyard, his profile was very handsome, and there was a hint of indifference and helplessness in his eyes. The sound of the song gradually subsided, Wu Du put down his flute, the sky was full of bright moon, the ethereal realm was fully displayed, and Duan Ling was still immersed in the sound of the song.
"What is this?" Duan Ling asked.
Wu Du turned his head to the side, looked at Duan Ling from head to toe, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
Wu Du: "Have you ever seen a flute?"
Duan Ling: "..."
Duan Ling thought that Wu Du would explain a few words and talk about this song, but Wu Du was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, put down his flute, lay outside the door, and looked at the moon.
"When I was your age, I already knew how to kill."
When Duan Ling heard Wu Du speak, he went out and sat under the porch with his knees tucked.
In the silence, Wu Du took a sip of wine and said to himself, "I was fifteen years old that year, and my wife gave me a copy of the "Medicine Classic", a flute, and a light sword, and asked me to come down the mountain. Find a teacher."
Duan Ling remembered Xunchun who also played this tune, but did not interrupt Wu Du's words.
"Master is a persistent person." Wu Du said, "She said that there are some things in this world, even if your life is on the line, you can't do it. Integrity is something more important than life."
"Exactly, another person said." Wu Du said leisurely, "There are some things in this world, even if the sword is in front of you, you have to do it..."
With drunkenness in his eyes, Wu Du stared blankly for a while and asked, "Have you read books?"
Duan Ling nodded, and Wu Du said, "What do you want to do in the future? Don't be an assassin like me."
Duan Ling looked at Wu Du and said after a while, "My father asked me to study before he was alive, and to take the exam."
Wu Du sighed and said, "Take the exam."
Wu Du laughed and shook his head, not knowing whether he was laughing at Duan Ling or self-deprecating, and said, "How many books have you read? Pick a few words to back."
"The sky and the earth are dark yellow, the universe is prehistoric..." Duan Ling backtracked.
"In other words." Wu Du said, "Who doesn't know this?"
"Learn and learn from time to time, it's a pleasure..."
"In other words." Wu Du closed his eyes and said casually, "I hear calluses in my ears."
"The way of university is in Mingmingde..."
"I don't understand, please change."
"When is the spring flower and autumn moon, and how much do you know about the past?"
Wu Du took a sip of wine without interrupting Duan Ling. Duan Ling remembered the poems taught by Confucius and recited some for Wu Du to listen to. There are not only "the bright mirror in the high hall is sad and white hair, the morning turns into blue silk and the evening turns into snow", and there is also "walking and walking again, parting with Junsheng", Wu Du listened and listened, drinking from time to time, and at the end, half a catty of wine was drunk. After finishing, Wu Du also leaned against the couch, closed his eyes, motionless.
Duan Ling was afraid that he would catch cold while sleeping outside, so he moved him to the couch with great difficulty, but Wu Du didn't fall asleep. He opened his eyes and looked at Duan Ling, drunk, and seemed to want to say something. At that moment, Duan Ling's heart He jumped up violently.
"Your mouth looks like Yao Zheng." Wu Du laughed, "I want to slap you with big ears when I see it."
Duan Ling hurriedly said, "Yao... Who is Yao Zheng?"
Wu Du ignored him, so Duan Ling let him lie down and went back to the corner to make the bed and lay down, but Wu Du opened his eyes and stared at Duan Ling's back.
"Why do I always feel like I've seen you somewhere?" Wu Du said again.
"Is there?" Duan Ling said.
Wu Du rubbed his brows, but he really couldn't remember it. Duan Ling spread out the bed, turned his back to Wu Du, and said, "I have a fate with you."
"How?" Wu Du closed his eyes and asked lightly.
Duan Ling said: "You saved me twice, I owe you so much, there is really nothing to repay you."
"I'm not a good person." Wu Du said casually, "I can save you on a whim, or kill you on a whim, don't be too happy."
Duan Ling knew that Wu Du was just bluffing, and naturally he would not come to kill him for no reason, but Wu Du fell asleep after saying this.
The next day, Duan Ling decided to start implementing his plan—trying to get close to Muqing and win his trust. In the worst case, he became familiar with Muqing, but this kind of contact must not make Wu Du vigilant and alienate him. Otherwise, without the protection of Wu Du, if Lang Junxia finds out, he can take his own life at any time.
Duan Ling glanced at Wu Du from time to time. After Wu Du had finished practicing his internal skills, his skills were the same as Li Jianhong's. After the practice, Wu Du was sweating, and Duan Ling fetched water and waited for him to wash his hair in the courtyard.
"Muqing asked me to do things." Duan Ling said.
"What's up?"
Duan Ling filled a basin with water and poured it on Wu Du's head.
"Let me dispense the medicine." Duan Ling said.
He told Wu Du about what happened, and Wu Du said, "Why didn't you tell me last time?"
Duan Ling said nothing and asked, "What should I do?"
Through his observation of Wu Du, Duan Ling knew that as long as he explained the cause and effect clearly to him, Wu Du would not get angry. Sure enough, he guessed right.
"What should I do?" Wu Du said coldly, "You're acquainted."
Duan Ling didn't say a word. After washing his hair, he wiped Wu Du again. Wu Du was obviously helpless and had no money, so he said to Duan Ling, "If you want it, you can match it."
Duan Ling breathed a sigh of relief, his heart was half-successful, so he went to refill Muqing with a medicine, but he did not rush to send it, and put it on the case table in front of Wu Du, Wu Du just didn't say anything, just turned the book .
When it was noon, Wu Dufang said, "Send it to him."
Duan Ling came out with the medicine, and this time when he entered the prime minister's residence, it went a lot better. Mu Qing was studying in his room with a fretful expression. When he saw Duan Ling coming, he waved to him and said, "Come in quickly, ready? "
Duan Ling took out the medicine, knelt down beside Muqing, handed it to him, and said, "It's not too much to take half a dollar at a time."
As if he had obtained a great treasure, Muqing put it away, took some money, and said, "What's your name?"
"Wang Shan." Duan Ling replied.
Muqing nodded, Duan Ling finally came, and wanted to find an excuse to talk to Muqing, to please him, to let him remember himself, and to have a chance to approach him in the future. However, it turned out that Duan Ling was really worrying too much. Muqing was locked in the courtyard to study for many days, and no pig friends dared to come and play with him, for fear of being run over to death by Mu Kuangda like that cricket. Several maids served, Mu Qing was already bored mad.
"Do you have any drugs?" Mu Qing asked in a low voice, "It's better that you don't remember anything after being unconscious, thinking it was a dream, let's put the guards down and go out to play. "
Duan Ling thought for a while, and answered seriously, "No, young master."
Muqing asked, "What about ordinary drugs? Wu Du always has them, right?"
"No." Duan Ling replied, "He doesn't need to be drugged."
Mu Qing frowned and faced a piece of paper. There were only a few lines written on the paper, and Duan Ling had noticed it.
"Where are you from?" Mu Qing asked again, "What's the fun, I'll give you some money and go out to the market to buy some for me."
Duan Ling replied, "Master wants to skin me, young master."
Mu Qing: "..."
"Do you know how to write essays?" Mu Qing said, "Intercept the questions, understand?"
Duan Ling looked at the title on the side, "Zi Lu, Zeng Xi, Ran You, Gong Xihua Serving Sitting", from "The Analects of Confucius", and Mu Qing rubbed the paper on the table, and a thought came to his mind immediately.
Mu Qing almost lost his temper, lying on the couch in a large font, Duan Ling looked down at the table, dipped his pen in ink, and began to write.
Mu Qing got up and walked around, stretched his waist, and did not rush to Duanling. He stood outside the yard, twisting his waist from side to side, moving around, and asked, "Do you know martial arts?"
"No." Duan Ling had already started writing on the paper and replied.
Mu Qing didn't look back, moved his waist, and asked strangely, "Isn't Wu Du alone? You only came to his yard recently? What is he doing to you?"
In Muqing's impression, Wu Du was a weird-tempered guy. He didn't say anything about the three surnamed servants, and he didn't know how to please his father. The assassin also swallowed his breath and lived in a remote place.
Duan Ling thought about it in his heart, but did not answer directly, only replied: "I am from Xunbei, young master."
"Oh? Xunbei." Although Muqing is a playboy, he is not very arrogant. He grew up in a scholarly family and still has the basic temperament. He said, "Xunbei... North of Xunyang, what is there to do?"
"It's west of Shangzi." Duan Ling replied, "There are many wild animals in the mountains."
"Whenever I can go hunting, it will be good." Muqing said, "I will give you some money, and you can go to the market for me to buy a horse. It doesn't need to be a big one, the Dian horse will be made, and it will be kept in your yard. , wait until I'm free to go and see... What are you doing?"
"Do your homework for the young master." Duan Ling said, finished an article, put down the pen, got up and bowed to Mu Qing.
Mu Qing was dumbfounded and said, "Have you read books?"
Duan Ling stood aside, but did not speak, his eyes were introverted, Mu Qing looked at it from beginning to end, and said, "It's still... It's okay, great!"
Duan Ling replied: "Young master can't copy and hand it in, you have to change the head and tail, and change the words in the middle."
"Great! Great!" Mu Qing smiled, "Thanks to you!"
Muqing sat down, Duan Ling polished the ink for him again, Muqing copied it again, and changed some places. After writing, Duan Ling got up, and Muqing took out some money from the purse and thought about it. After thinking about it, he no longer rewarded Duan Ling, he still took it back, and said to Duan Ling, "Come back to me in the morning the day after tomorrow, and go back now."
Duan Ling agreed, Mu Qing smiled, read the copied article, and after holding it for nearly half a month, he was finally able to hand over the business.