Chapter 170 Heartbeat

During the journey, Linfeng and Baiqiu became closer. Gu Jiu knew that Linfeng was really ignoring him and staying away from him. For the time being, he had no choice but to watch and listen from behind.

Listening to Baiqiu and Linfeng talking about everything.

Somehow, Baiqiu caught a glimpse of Mubai walking in front of him, covered his lips with his hand, and whispered to Linfeng.

"Do you think Mubai is awkward and sometimes stupid?"

Linfeng was stunned, glanced at the back of the person in front of him, and remembered his time with Mubai, and nodded in confirmation. When

Baiqiu saw that he recognized him, he felt like he had found a soulmate.

"I talked to Gu Jiu about this problem before, and he didn't think so. Later I found out that this guy."

As he said that, he pointed at Mubai.

"It's a young master."

The young master grew up listening to stories from all over the world. He yearned for the heroes in the stories and vowed to become a mysterious and lonely swordsman.

The older he got, the more he yearned for the world of martial arts. His family didn't let him set foot in it, but he insisted on leaving and was finally kicked out by his family.

His family members were sure that he would come back after two or three days, but he didn't.

The young master took the only half bag of silver he had and traveled around the world. He didn't get discouraged when he hit a wall. He fell, bumped into something, and got up, clapped his hands, and walked again.

After walking in this world of martial arts for a month, the silver on him was gone.

Having been used to a life of luxury, he didn't know how to save money or be thrifty. In the end, he slept on the street with an iron sword in his arms and was picked up by a swordsman.

The swordsman was the owner of the famous sword Fuxueyi. He asked Mu Bai if he wanted to learn sword from him. Mu Bai first asked him how strong he was and what his ranking was in the world.

The swordsman said that he was quite strong and ranked third in the world.

Mu Bai agreed and said he was willing to learn from him.

He followed the swordsman to learn swordsmanship. After a month, the swordsman discovered that although this kid had a great talent for swordsmanship, he also had a great talent for spending money.

There was no other way. In order to pass on what he had learned throughout his life, he could only make money while teaching Mu Bai swordsmanship with tears in his eyes.

Mu Bai's talent for spending money never let him down.

But his talent for swordsmanship also never let him down.

By the time he taught Mu Bai all the swordsmanship he had learned throughout his life, Mu Bai was only 20 years old.

"Watch out, little Mu Bai, this is the last sword I will teach you."

"Okay."

Mu Bai stared at the swordsman closely, and saw the Fu Xueyu turn in his hand, cutting through the dusk, leaving an extremely beautiful sword light in the air.

"This sword is called Yan Yin Tianhe."

Yan Yin Tianhe was a swordsmanship he created. No one except him used it. Mu Bai was the second one.

Afterwards, he passed the Snow Eriobotrya to Mu Bai and gave him all the silver. Mu Bai knew what this meant.

"Aren't you coming with me, Master?"

"I have a hidden illness and I won't live long. Little Mu Bai, you have to walk the road from now on by yourself."

"Where are you going?"

"You've always longed for the martial arts world, so go there."

"Where is the martial arts world?"

"When you met me, you've already stepped into the martial arts world. Little Mu Bai, you have to remember that as long as you keep moving and have a sword in your hand, wherever you go can be the martial arts world."

After saying that, he lowered his eyes, raised his hand and tapped Mu Bai's head.

"Be frugal with your silver."

Mu Bai covered his head and took three steps back.

"I know, I will save money!"

"You know shit!"

Mu Bai was chased away by his master, but since that farewell, it was forever.

Mu Bai never saw his master again. When he returned happily with wine and meat, his master was gone.

There was only a lonely small grave under the locust tree next to it, without even a tombstone. Mu Bai thought, maybe the master asked someone else to help, or maybe it was a kind person passing by who buried him?

Mu Bai didn't know how the master was buried, but he knew it must be the master, because the master said that he would wait for him to come back to see him.

I still remember that when the master passed the Fuxueyi to him, he stroked the sword body of the Fuxueyi and spoke earnestly.

"Mu Bai, use this Snow Flying Iris well."

...

After listening to Bai Qiu's story about Mu Bai's past, Lin Feng suddenly had a new understanding of Mu Bai. At this time, Mu Bai had just learned about his master's death.

Lin Feng pursed his lips and asked Bai Qiu.

"Does he save money?"

"He doesn't know shit

. He's too shameless." Bai Qiu complained. He was the one who spent most of the money on the road. Mu Bai was like a thug. He took over when there was something wrong. But he really didn't spend much money because the money was all Bai Qiu's and he was embarrassed to spend more.

Mu Bai's saving money was limited to not buying those things that looked useless but were extremely expensive and flashy.

He has no idea how to save money. As long as he has money in his pocket, he will not feel comfortable until he spends it all.

Mu Bai was kicked out of his home, and without his master, he wandered alone in the world until he met Bai Qiu and others.

He did not forget that he wanted to be a mysterious and lonely martial arts hero, so he seldom spoke and had a blank expression on his face, which really looked like that.

But sometimes, it is inevitable that he would reveal some of his temper.

For example, when he is picky about food, or when he is woken up by someone, he is especially irritable when he wakes up.

But to be picky about food, he is not particularly picky. He just doesn't eat coriander and doesn't like to eat chrysanthemum.

Especially coriander, which cannot be touched at all

Bai Qiu just said this casually, but Lin Feng remembered it. In the following days, Mu Bai never saw coriander and chrysanthemum on the table again.

At first, he thought it was good luck that he didn't put them in when cooking, but later he found out that Lin Feng would tell the waiter not to put coriander in every dish, and never ordered chrysanthemum when ordering dishes.

Mu Bai told Lin Feng that he was grateful, but Lin Feng thought it was nothing, because sometimes he would still go to Mu Bai's place to sleep at night, and he could sleep more peacefully.

Since the first time he rolled over Mu Bai in his dream, he never dreamed of Gu Jiu again.

He thought it was a psychological effect, but when he tried to fall asleep on his own, he realized that it was not a psychological effect, but because Mu Bai was next to him.

With a familiar and reassuring breath, his heart would feel very stable.

At night, Mu Bai was lying on the floor, and Lin Feng was applying medicine to his fingers. In fact, it was almost healed. Lin Feng thought about rubbing it harder to avoid leaving scars, which would not look good

. Mu Bai listened silently, but thought in his heart that such beautiful hands should not have scars.

With a "click" sound, something fell to the ground, making a "gurgling" sound. Mu Bai's eyes moved slightly, and he saw the source of the sound.

It was a small porcelain bottle containing ointment.

Lin Feng must have accidentally touched it while moving just now. Mu Bai sat up to pick it up, and happened to meet Lin Feng who was bending over to pick up the small porcelain bottle.

Mu Bai's eyes widened. They were very close, so close that they could even feel each other's warm breath.

Lin Feng was very handsome, like a gentle and unparalleled gentleman, with gentle eyebrows and eyes, and it seemed that thousands of stars fell into his eyes.

Mu Bai was stunned, pursed his lips, his Adam's apple moved, and he quickly shrank back, pulled the quilt, and covered himself tightly, leaving only the back of his head to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng picked up the small porcelain bottle in silence, stared at Mu Bai's back for a long time, said nothing, just put away the small porcelain bottle and lay down by himself, imitating Mu Bai's appearance, with his back to Mu Bai.

For a moment, the room was extremely quiet, Mu Bai pressed his heart tightly, where his heart was beating violently.

He bit his lip and cursed in his heart.

[Stop beating, it's so annoying! ]