Chapter 33: is my problem

You Wuming and his party came to the southeast of Youzhou.
Here, it borders Jiangzhou in the south and Tiandu in the east.
The climate is extremely dry, and when you look around, there is a large area of ​​yellow sand.
The caravan cannot go as fast as the march, if the speed is too dazzling, it is easy to be noticed abnormally.
So I can only crawl on this Gobi.
After rubbing slowly for a few days, Sang Yuan successfully advanced into the Sixth Heaven of Lingyin. Now, her spirit is already emerald green, like nephrite, every time you enter, looking at such transparent and beautiful colors, Sang Yuan will have the illusion that she is a valuable jade statue.
The sun flower is as long as the forearm, and the blue halo oozing out of the flower plate gradually becomes a water-like material, like a precious essence.
She planted Youmei desperately, and as soon as she settled in, the man would be planted by her into a fairy ball-like thing, only a shape could be seen.
Call him fierce!
On this day, Agu, who was silent all the way, suddenly came to the outside of the car and asked to see Youyou.
"Master, fifteen miles in front, is the burial ground of his subordinate Emperor. The subordinate wants to take a trip to add some incense and incense to the Emperor.
This place is less than a hundred miles from the border between You and Jiang. Agu also knew that his request was easy to grow out of control, and a long and slender face was full of ashamed tangle.
After a while, there was a faint voice in the carriage: "Go together."
He pushed the wooden door of the car and stood on the cowl.
After gazing at a distance, he waved far away at Sang.
"Then," he pointed to the southeast, "Don't see that Agu is very fierce now. When he was a kid, he was a waste, rolling in the mud from an early age, making people bully enough."
Agu scratched his head and stood sideways with a smirk: "The lord is joking again."
Sang got out of the car from far away and looked to the southeast on tiptoe.
At such a distance, only a low mountain can be seen. There are many greens in the mountains, like a small oasis on the Gobi.
She looked at Agu with great interest: "Is there General Agu's hometown?"
Agu carefully raised his eyes and looked at Youyou.
You Wuming raised her hand indifferently and waved twice, whispering: "After listening to it 800 times, the ears started to cocoon, and whispered, don't disturb me."
He got back into the carriage.
Agu scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "I am drunk, I love nagging, but I still think that others are not qualified to listen to me, every time Zhuang Zhuang courageous, he ran to the lord..."
Sang smiled far away.
She was very able to make up for the appearance of Youyou desperately wanting to draw a knife and cut people.
Agu smiled hei hei, said: "In fact, the lord is a fierce outsider, I know he will not really hack me. Oh wrong, actually hacked."
He raised his hand and pointed to the back of the head.
"When I was seven years old, I had a strange disease. Here, another head grew." His eyes were slightly dim. "He was thrown into the river as a monster. Fortunately, a grace saved me and saved me. Take it with you."
"Eun Gong is a teacher, and since adopting me, many students have not gone to his private school. Eun Gong lives alone, with a two-year-old kid, because of my affairs, he has cut off his income, I feel very guilty."
There was a little tears in Agu's eyes, and his eyes became distant: "For so many years, I have never seen a person like an emperor. A modest gentleman, gentle like a jade. The little son is also like a fairy in the world. "
"People in the village beat me, scolded me, and stoned me, and I stole the chickens and ducks in their homes, scrambled the seedlings in their vegetable fields, and matched them with the fish caught in the river, to make up for Eun Gong and Xiao Gong! Luck is also very good. One day, when I was sleeping, I suddenly washed my muscles and stepped into the spiritual realm."
"Ah..." Sang sighed far, "That's so good!"
Agu raised a smile on his face: "Since then, I can absorb the wood spirit. Hey, I thought, after I succeeded in cultivation, I went to join the army to get rid of the devil and make merits. Have a good life with your son!
Sang Yuan suddenly remembered Fang Caigu's request.
To Eun Gong's burial ground, add fragrance and soil.
"Who knows," Agu smiled on his face, "It was only three years after such a day. After losing everything, I suddenly realized that I was still looking forward to a good day, to be with Eun Gong and Xiao. It's already the best day to catch fish for them by the son!"
Sang's heart tightened from afar.
Agu's eyes gradually reddened: "One day, Emperor Gong was suddenly taken away, and the youngest son was also taken away. I waited for a long time, and only waited for a corpse. It was a rebellion, a joke, an ordinary one. Mr. Teacher, what kind of conspiracy!"
"I know I have no ability to take revenge, and I don’t know what happened to the young man. He is only five years old! I can only bite my teeth alive, trying to learn while listening to the young man’s news. Until ten years later, I was successfully squatted When I got a chance, I touched Dongjiao Guosi Temple to assassinate the Chou family..."
"And then?" Sang saw him for a long time without talking and couldn't help asking.
"Then I was cut off by the lord." He scratched his head.
Sang looked at him blankly.
No, how could a revenge of gratitude suddenly become supernatural.
Immediately she reacted and was cut off by Youyou, that extra head—the little head that made Agu a monster.
She was still a little ignorant, and pressed her voice and asked, "Could it be that you... an old king?"
Agu nodded: "Yes, what happened ten years ago, when he met the prince, failed to succeed."
Sang Yuanyuan: "...and then you followed Yumei?"
"Yes!" Agu nodded seriously.
Sang was right. Ten years ago, Aguxing failed to assassinate the old Youwang, and he followed Youwuming. Five years ago, Youwuming's blood was sent to the feast, which also helped Agu revenge...
You Wuming has long planned to destroy his own door, so he will receive those who have a hatred with the old You King.
The style of the two people meeting is really weird--
You Wuming: "Are you going to stab my father?"
Agu: "Yes!"
You Wuming: "Follow me, I will take you to kill my family!
Agu: "Good!"
Sang far felt a cloud of mist in front of him.
Remembering the voice of the lifeless mother in Lingzhu is too much like Emperor Jiang Yanji! If the lifeless mother of Jiang Yanji is Jiang Yanji, how could he become the king of Youzhou?
How many secrets are you carrying on your lifeless body?
She shook her head and stopped thinking.
"Did you find the little boy later?" Sang asked from afar.
Agu's eyes dimmed, and he shook his head gently: "If the young son is still there, he must be like the prince, and generate a good and beautiful character."
Hearing this, Sang suddenly had a picture in his mind. In an ordinary small village, a little gentleman like a jade tree walks on the dirt road in the sunset with a porcelain doll made of powdered jade.
There was a strange boy with a long head beside him, with some shyness and admiration, staring at the father and son in the pair of paintings.
Unfortunately, this beautiful picture was suddenly torn by someone.
When speaking, a village was already in view.
Agu did not enter the village, but went around a small barren hill behind the village, and found the humble tomb in a corner.
"After all, it's rebellion. Even the monument can't stand." A Gu's eyes were red, and the incense burned in front of the grave.
He worshipped for a few weeks and whispered, "Engong, Agu will never give up looking for a young man in this life. If Eun Gong is spirited in heaven, please give me guidance to let me find the young man and protect him for a lifetime Eun Gong, Agu is not a small waste now. Agu is already a general, and he will be able to cover the young man, let him eat every day, and drink spicy!"
Sang is far more sympathetic and his eyes suddenly get wet.
She returned to the car and found that You Wuming was not practicing.
He was sitting upright, his eyes a little empty, as if looking through the carriage, staring at the tomb.
When he found her back, he slowly turned his black eyes, and suddenly laughed out loudly.
"Xiao Sanguo, do you cry when others go to the grave?! What's with you!"
He patted his knees and laughed.
Sang was far off in annoyance and wiped two eyes.
Too blame her for empathy.
You Wuming happily pulled her into her arms.
"Well, I see, Xiao Sanguo is made of water." He said, "The day I die, I must take you with me, or else you cry every day to my grave, wouldn't it make me rotten."
She glared at him, leaning gently on his chest.
His body has improved significantly, and she is not sure how much the flowers she planted have played.
After all, the gap between the two's cultivation practices is too great. If he is determined to heal, the effect will definitely be different from that of her three-legged cat Kung Fu.
"You said, will Agu find the little boy?" she asked softly.
Youyou Ming sneered lightly and disdainfully.
She still sighed: "Now Agu is already a fierce general, you are the first person under your command, the head of Umbra, if the little boy is still there, Agu will be able to protect him and make him safe and happy Spend a lifetime."
He lowered his eyes and stared at her.
"Yes." He said lightly.
"Yes."
She sighed softly. Agu has been talking about these things in front of Youwuming 800 times. If you can find it, Youwuming must have found him for him.
Such a good opportunity to envelop people will never let go.
Counting the days, when Ming and his father were taken away, Youmei was only four or five years old, and his body was poor. He was wandering around Guimenguan, and it was impossible to know such a small thing happened outside.
You Wuming thought for a while, and made the caravan go straight south to the junction of You and Jiang Erzhou.
"There is the Tianfeng Pass, mine." He pointed to a pass and said proudly.
"Um, yours." Sang nodded far away.
His arm moved slowly to the east: "Canyon."
"Canyon." Sang was a little bit puzzled.
Youmei jumped out of the car, dragged her to the short-lived back, and took her to the steep canyon.
The valley is very narrow, enough for one or two clouds to pass through. Both sides are covered with weathered boulders, and the wind is blowing against the ground, and the yellow sand rises to the height of the ruler, like stepping on a yellow fairy mist.
Short-lived understands the master's heart, without slowing down the command, you slow down the speed and walk forward slowly.
"Little Sanguo, did you stupidly believe Agu's words?"
Without waiting for her answer, he said, "With his qualifications, he does not need to wash the pulp, but also wants to wash the muscles and cut the pulp, huh."
"Hey?" Sang leaned his head away in doubt.
"It must have been someone else who helped him!" You Wuming grinned happily. "The surname is not an ordinary person, do you understand? Here, you look here... Have you seen it?"
He pointed forward.
Sang looked up from afar, and saw a large flat area appearing abruptly in front of him. The weathered rocks on the left and right sides were cut off like a huge arc-shaped basin. If you look from a height, this canyon is like a big bead in the middle of a thin line.
Sang was far more puzzled. Does this have anything to do with whether Agu's benefactor is an ordinary person?
She puzzled her head and looked at Youmei.
He looked down at her.
In the wind and sand, there was sunlight falling straight on her forehead, and the bright and full skin glowed with a whole piece of bright and delicate luster. He was so distracted that he dropped his head and pecked her forehead.
After a moment of stun, he found that her little mouth opened stunned, as if more attractive than the forehead.
He lowered his head unconsciously.
At the moment when his lips touched and Hongxin's micro-probing, his body suddenly shuddered, and like a shock, he crouched backwards.
Sang saw his face turned blue when he ‘brushed’ it from afar, his lips were pale and scary, and the cold sweat of Dou Da slipped across his face.
The pupils contracted almost invisible, the teeth unconsciously knocked on the lower lip, and blood came out.
There was a frenzy in his eyes, like the sea when the storm came and the black waves were surging.
He raised a hand and landed it gently on her neck, stroking it gently.
"dead……"
He murmured unconsciously, breaking the opening on the lower lip, and the blood slowly overflowed, running down the corner of his mouth.
Short-lived hurriedly planed four hoofs.
Youmei's eyes were wide open, white and black, he leaned his head, his face gently shook, and leaned in front of her, the tip of his tongue gently licked the blood from the corners of his lips, and he watched strangely and morbidly. Holding her.
The five fingers that fell on her neck shivered slightly, loosened and clenched one after another, his breathing became urgent and heavy, and the smile on the corner of his lips was excited, the predator caught the prey neck, The thirsty blood expectation that is about to be pierced with sharp teeth.
Sang Yuan's heart panicked.
She saw that this time he was completely ill. More terrible than ever.
It's too late to think about the cause and effect at this moment. She meets his distorted line of sight and tries to make her eyes and voice soft and calm.
She gently said in a coquettish voice: "You are lifeless, I am your little mulberry."
You Wuming's body shook.
"Little...Sang...fruit." He said hoarsely.
"Like your little mulberry." She raised her eyebrows. "Six celestial mulberry in Lingyin. Little mulberry without threat."
"Every day I say I like you, every day I will kiss your little mulberry gently." She smiled at him.
"Yu Wuming, you said you want my ‘like’ every day, and my ‘flavor’, don’t you remember? I’m your little mulberry...

His eyes shook again.
"Little Mulberry."
He stared blankly at her for a while, and the huge black waves that were rolling in his eyes gradually disappeared.
The mind returned to the basket, and he let go of his hand violently, as if burned.
After a moment, he tilted his body, broke her chin, stared at her neck, looking left and right, and put her mouth closer, blowing her a few times.
"Does it hurt?" he asked nervously.
In fact, he didn't have time to force it just now.
She asked grievously: "What do you say?"
"It must have broken," he said angrily. "Little mulberry is made of water, which is so delicate and weak that it can't stand it anymore."
Like she was seriously injured, she snuggled weakly in front of him and listened to his sudden heartbeat. She asked softly, "Why did I suddenly want to kill me, did I do something wrong?"
You Wuming's body stiffened. After a while, his voice floated dryly: "No, it's my problem."
She looked up at him and saw his eyes flashing badly.
"Did something bad happen here?" she asked carefully.
For a while, he huh huh hoarsely.
She leaned against him softly and stretched her neck so hard that she reached his face and printed a shallow kiss on the corner of his lips.
Immediately, she slipped off in general, seeming to die in his arms at any time.
She whispered: "I want to stay with you to eliminate those enemies and live with you."
You Wuming was terrified in her heart, holding her face, just like a clumsy child, cautious, afraid to break his beloved toy.
"Are you afraid of death, what's the point of living," he said quickly and quietly.
She pursed her lips and asked gently: "You're lifeless, if I die, will you cry?"
He hesitated for a moment and said stiffly: "No."
He frowned and said, "I let everyone bury you."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
"What about you?" she said. "Why don't you accompany me?"
You are silent.
His heartbeat gradually stabilized.
He pursed his thin lips.
After a while, the corners of his lips curled up, and he laughed out loud: "Little Mulberry! You don't pretend to be dead!"
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." This disease is completely cured.
He looked at her and smirked, "How can I really hurt you."
"Well, I believe you won't hurt me." She smiled softly and lowered her head.
He was keenly aware of the loss in her eyes. He knew she did not believe at all. He also knew that he just didn't believe him.
There was an impatience in his heart, and he said with a lip: "You have thrown me a big face, I haven't asked you to settle the account yet!"
She lowered her eyes reluctantly and happily and smiled: "Ah, you know."
Even Dahuahua failed to make her happy.
His black eyes hurriedly turned around twice: "Are you a fool, little Sanguo, that kind of big-faced flower will turn back to the east at night, don't you even know this! Haha! Little Sanguo , Three-year-olds know this!"
"That's it..." She smiled, her eyes not as curved as usual.
You Wuming exaggeratedly exclaimed: "Do you think that you are commanding them, and clicking back, you will be scared to death?! Oh, I'm so scared!"
He clumsily used the power of breastfeeding to tease her.
She raised her face and smiled at him again.
He stared at her closely and saw that she was still a little bit stunned, like petals hit by rain.
He frowned. At this moment, his heart was unusually irritable, but he didn't want to kill at all. He realized for the first time that having an illness would have some unpleasant consequences.
Intuition tells him that he must betray some secrets at this moment in order to coax her well. He had to let her know that he was not intentional.
This experience and mentality made him feel strange and strange, and he didn't know whether it was cold or hot. His body was a little trembling.
You Wuming pursed her lips. He pulled the reins, walked to the most empty place, pointed to the rocks on both sides, and begged her to see.
"Look, these are traces of the fighting of the strongest. He didn't want to implicate the people in the village, so he honestly followed those people and left the village, arrived here and fought."
Sang knew from afar that this ‘he’ must refer to the teacher who surnamed Ming, a strong man hidden in the countryside.
She nodded her head gently and listened to him intently, and the whole person seemed to be regaining some energy.
You Wuming secretly observed her and saw her relax a lot, and his tight lips gradually loosened.
"Did you see that?" He pointed to a very weird and twisted rock. "Moving mountains and seas, Huang Fujun's killing skill."
Huangfu Jun? !
Sang Yuan's eyes opened wider. The person who caught the father and son is not the old king, but Huangfujun? !
You Wuming smiled softly, pointing to the depression opposite the mountain and stone: "Huangfu Jun was defeated and sacrificed for his unique ability, but he still couldn't beat his name."
His eyes followed his fingers, and under his guidance, he observed the traces of wide open and closed doors.
Sang far seems to have seen a terrifying battle more than twenty years ago.
"Mr. Ming, with a five-year-old boy!" she sighed softly.
"Yes." You Wuming nodded indifferently, "So you said that Huang Fujun has many dishes."
The word ‘cai’ was learned from Sangyuan a few days ago, and it’s already used smoothly.
"Later?" Sang Yuan's eyes flashed with curiosity.
"Later." You Wuming smiled, and there were blue muscles in the forehead slowly beating.
Sang felt something from afar. If it hadn't just happened once, then you must be ill again.
Fortunately, this is the sage's time.
"Later, a woman came." He squinted at her, "Jiang Yanji."
Sang Yuan's heart jumped sharply, the thoughts in his mind hadn't turned once, and his back had begun to burst into chills.
"The waste wood that could not be cultivated because of the birth of a child." The cold light like a poisonous snake gleamed in the lifeless eyes. "This waste wood is such a waste wood."
He smiled softly, pulled her, and strode forward.
"Well, here it is." He pointed his chin to the front. "Can you imagine Jiang Yanji crying like a lunatic? Pretending to be, guarding their father and son, saying that they were looking for them for a long, long time, she said She missed her own son and was going crazy! It was so easy to cheat Ming Ming and poisoned him when he kissed."
Sang Yuan's heart shook suddenly. So just when he kissed her here, he suddenly fell ill.
She asked in a dumb voice: "Mr. Ming and... little son, were they just captured?"
She already knew the ending from Agu's mouth. Mr. Ming, dead.
"Yeah." Youyou laughed briskly, "So Xiao Sanguo, you say how terrible the beauty is."
He walked lightly to the front.
She stared at his back, only to feel cold all over.
"Yu Wuming," she called.
He stepped in and did not look back.
She asked hardly: "You... you are the one..."
You Wuming turned back, burning flames in the dark eyes.
His lips twitched an asura smile and his voice was low-
"I am that little boy."
At this moment, Sang felt that the world around him suddenly became silent.
"Little Sanguo," he took a step closer. "You know me a secret again. Only you know this world."
He smiled more gently than the spring breeze.