After rebirth, the leader only wants to be with the shadow guard

Ying Shiyi also thought of what happened at that time, and a blush spread across his handsome face.

The master is bringing up old issues.

But he also understood that the thing Qiao Shuhe gave to his master at that time was this sword.

This was the sword of the old leader's wife. No wonder the master's expression was much gentler at that time.

At that time, he misunderstood that his master was moved by Miss Qiao...

It’s really embarrassing to think about it.

Ying Shiyi was a little annoyed that he had misunderstood his master and was too stubborn. Fortunately, his master was patient with him.

After thinking about it, he felt even more embarrassed. He buried his head in Lou Jingyu's chest and stopped talking.

Lou Jingyu laughed, knowing that the little rabbit was shy, and rubbed his forehead for fear that he would get hurt.

He reached out and touched the back of his head to comfort him.

"Next time, if you want to know something, just come and ask directly, okay?"

Ying Shiyi nodded, he remembered the lesson.

After they had almost finished practicing sword skills, Lou Jingyu took him back to the hall and took out a sword tassel from the cabinet to help him tie it on the sword.

The Chixiao Sword glows like a rainbow, and looks very suitable with the red sword tassel.

Ying Shiyi felt that the weaving of the sword tassel looked very familiar. He looked at the Canglan Sword displayed horizontally on the orchid in the hall, and then he realized that the two sword tassels had the same style, but different colors.

The tassel on the Canglan Sword is dark blue.

Lou Jingyu also followed his gaze, took the Canglan sword in his hand, pulled the sword out of the scabbard, and showed it to Ying Shiyi.

A flash of cold light flashed across it, and one could feel a chill, which was a feeling similar to yet completely different from the Scarlet Sky Sword.

Lou Jingyu smiled and said, "I heard that the Chixiao Sword and the Canglan Sword are a pair of swords. They are made of two materials taken from a piece of ore a hundred years ago using the same forging process. Now that they have been passed down for a hundred years, they are in your hands and mine, which is quite fitting."

The blade of the Canglan Sword is smooth and also emits a cold glow, but the sword energy is as sharp as frost and snow, and even colder than the Chixiao Sword.

Ying Shiyi has always felt that this sword is worthy of its master's temperament, as proud as frost and snow, and never bows.

Now the two swords placed together look so harmonious.

It was indeed a pair of mandarin duck swords.

Using a pair of swords with his master, Ying Eleven's secret joy overflowed in his heart.

He likes to have this kind of bond with his master.

It’s just that the master always gives him gifts, and he also wants to give something to the master.

But after searching his body thoroughly, he found nothing of value. It seemed that the only valuable thing he had was the bag of silver he brought with him when he moved here.

But the master is not short of money and other things. In his opinion, this amount of silver may not even be enough for a meal.

And there is nothing new about it. How can such a vulgar thing be worthy of the master?

But if I choose now, it would be too late.

And those things are also mundane, and he knows that Lou Jingyu doesn't need them.

Ying Shiyi racked his brains and began to think.

Suddenly I had a flash of inspiration.

By the way, he has something else to give to his master.

Ying Shiyi lowered his head and took out the dagger from his waist.

Ying Shiyi has carried this dagger with him since he can remember, and he himself doesn't even remember how he got it.

I only remember that when he was young, he used this dagger to protect himself and to hunt for survival in the wild. Later, after he joined the Chiyang Sect, he had fewer opportunities to use it.

I just got used to it and started carrying it with me all the time.

"Master, I want to give this to you." He handed the dagger to Lou Jingyu, his eyes shining.

The dagger is as long as an adult man's palm. After many years, the blade is still sharp. Ying Eleven has kept it well.

The handle is made of a layer of jade-like stone. Ying Shiyi had been to the shop to ask about it when he was doing business outside. This stone is not valuable, but it has beautiful texture and is soft to the touch.

He has been keeping the dagger on his waist for so many years. It has become a habit for him and has special meaning to him.

Ying Shiyi wanted to give it to Lou Jingyu.

Let this dagger always be with its master, just like myself.

Lou Jingyu looked at the dagger held in Ying Shiyi's hands and his eyes narrowed.

Isn’t this the only relic of Eleven that I have been carrying with me in my previous life?

The first thing he did when he was reborn was to touch the dagger at his waist...

My heart also tightened at this moment.

Unknown emotions were surging in his eyes, gloomy and depressing, like dark clouds rolling in from the horizon, suddenly covering the clear sky.

The pain from his previous life seemed to be grabbing his attention at this moment.

After he buried Eleven in his previous life, only this dagger could remind him of him.

He had already forgotten how many years he had kept this dagger by his side. He never expected that in this life, Eleven personally gave him the dagger.

A different way allowed him to get this thing back.

At this moment, Lou Jingyu's heart was swaying and floating.

He took a deep breath, held the dagger and Ying Shiyi's hand together, and with one force, he hugged the man in his arms, holding his back tightly.

Holding the person tightly in his arms, Lou Jingyu finally felt at ease.

"Thank you, Eleven. I'll take it."

The voice that came out of it was a little hoarse. It was rare for Lou Jingyu to have such a moment.

Ying Shiyi seemed to hear the trembling and emotion in his voice, and he also put his hand on Lou Jingyu's back and leaned his head into the crook of his neck.

"Master, are you unhappy?" he asked him, looking up.

Looking at his worried eyes and expression, Lou Jingyu shook his head, not wanting his emotions to affect Eleven, and forced a smile.

"How could that be? I like everything you give me and I'm happy about it."

Ying Shiyi tightened his arms and hugged him.

"I just want this dagger to be like me, to always protect you and accompany you." He said softly.

Lou Jingyu smiled and said, "Nothing else matters, as long as you are here."

Ying Shiyi nodded heavily: "Of course, I will always be with my master."

This casual yet sincere promise instantly dissipated the dark clouds in Lou Jingyu's heart, and the sky became clear again.

His heart inexplicably calmed down and he felt the reality of this moment.

Lou Jingyu stroked the person’s back and kissed Ying Shiyi’s forehead.

The gentle kiss contains the regrets of the past life and the perfection of this life.

After hugging him for a long time, Lou Jingyu finally let him go, and his mood gradually recovered.

He put the dagger carefully on the belt around his waist and asked Ying Shiyi with a smile: "Is this a token of love?"

Seeing that he had recovered as usual, Ying Shiyi also smiled, a little shyly, "If you say so, it is so."

Lou Jingyu was so moved by his obedience that he lowered his head and took the man's lips in his mouth and rubbed them slowly until the two pink lips turned bright red and were covered with a moist luster. Only then did he let go reluctantly.

How could his Eleven be so well behaved?

I was indeed a bit ungrateful in my previous life.

Fortunately, I still have this life.

After exchanging the "tokens of love", when practicing swordplay later, Ying Eleven felt more energetic holding the Chixiao Sword.

As a swordsman, you must not let down such a precious sword, and you must not let down the master's kindness. You must improve your swordsmanship in order to better protect your master!

Lou Jingyu naturally would not stop the boy's enthusiasm, but he couldn't be with him.

Because the information from Beijing had arrived again, the peaceful life in the mountains was stirred up again.