Sealing Sword

Ye Fusheng took a pill newly developed by the ghost doctor today, it tasted like jujube.

He pouted his lips, and sincerely suggested to Sun Minfeng: "Why don't you switch back to the pagoda tree honey flavor from last time, it's too sweet."

"Last time I gave you a hangover, this time it's for replenishing qi and blood, can it be the same?" Sun Minfeng took a blank look at him while making medicine, "Besides, what's the matter with eating something sweet on this happy New Year's day? Hurt you?"

Ye Fusheng thought for a while, and said: "It's a little bit, after all, I'm living a sweet life, so I don't need to bother Mr. Sun to add sugar."

"Ye Fusheng, do you know? What I admire the most is never your martial arts, but..."

"Shameless." Ye Fusheng put his hands on his chin and blinked at him. A man in his thirties who deliberately behaved like a good boy didn't feel too much disobedience. "I started to practice the magical skill of 'Erpilian' hard when I was eight years old, and now I have achieved a good result. Are you envious?"

"roll!"

The fate of playing cheap is naturally to be kicked out of the medicine hut, Ye Fusheng smoothed the folds of his clothes, turned around and saw a figure flashing on the tree, immediately a figure jumped out from under his feet, and firmly captured that person in his hands.

"Well, you monkey, climbing the tree on the wall is to make a big disturbance in the Heavenly Palace?" Ye Fusheng carried Xie Li and fell back under the tree. The 13-year-old boy grew up very fast, and now he is as tall as his chest, with a bruise on his face. The baby fat has also receded a lot, and the outline is beginning to appear angular.

Xie Li was caught by him, but he did not panic, he showed a handful of red satin knots in his hand, and said: "Uncle Ye, I am helping to hang the red ribbon, I am not peeping."

New Year's Eve is approaching, and the mountains and rivers are ablaze with red. Ye Fusheng came back from the north a few days ago, and there are lights and festoons along the way, making preparations for saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new.When we arrived in Zhongdu, due to the vast land and rich resources and the peace and happiness of the people, the lights of thousands of houses have been burning day and night since five days ago, even if it was a gate as quiet as a hundred ghosts, Chu Xi slightly lifted some restrictions and allowed everyone to stay in front of the gate. Indulge a little and be happy.

When Ye Fusheng got up from the bed early in the morning, Chu Xiwei had already left Dongming Valley. He was really bored by himself, so he came to the medicine house to make trouble for Sun Minfeng. After all, this person will leave tomorrow to Xichuan to find Yingxiu to talk about his love for the holiday. If you miss this experience, it will take a long time before you can play him again.

Ye Fusheng said: "Stop pretending in front of me, you kid looks pale but actually has a dark heart, whoever treats you as an honest person in the future will end up..."

Xie Li coughed lightly, and said with a smile: "Uncle Ye taught well."

"Yes, it's all due to me, what are you talking about?"

"..."

Tang Yi'an, who was drawing lanterns in the grass, couldn't hold back anymore, rushed out and stuffed the lantern into Ye Fusheng's hand, took advantage of the opportunity to block Xie Li, and said with his face up, "Uncle Ye, Happy Chinese New Year."

"Ah Ru is so good." Ye Fusheng touched her head, then looked at the lamp in his hand, raised his eyebrows, "Lian Lizhi and Lovebird?"

"A gift for Uncle Ye and Master, I wish you a happy life together."

The girl is so caring, even an old fox like Ye Fusheng was tickled by her words, so she decided to let the two cubs go, and happily accepted the lantern: "Thank you, I will give you two new year's money tomorrow."

Unexpectedly, Tang Yi'an rolled his eyes and said: "When Master went out this morning, he said that he would bring Uncle Ye back with an ingenious New Year gift in the evening."

Ye Fusheng narrowed his eyes: "Huh?"

Xie Li poked his head out from behind Tang Yi'an, and said, "At that time we were practicing in the martial arts field, Uncle Chu didn't say much, but Uncle Ye gave him..."

The rest of the words were swallowed abruptly, Ye Fusheng bent down and stuffed a jujube pill into the mouths of the two little ghosts, and said with a smile: "At your age, you really know too much, it's easy for children who think wildly Long crooked, you know?"

The two bastards looked at each other, and in the end it was Junjie who knew the current affairs, and fled quickly.

Ye Fusheng didn't chase after him either, he walked slowly along the mountain path with the lantern in hand, letting the slightly cold spring breeze blow over his face.Now that the festive season is approaching, Qin Lanshang bid farewell to Lu Mingyuan, and came back specially to celebrate the New Year with Shen Wuyuan, and was playing coquettishly in the small building of Qingxu, and the rest of the people had their own things to do, only Ye Fusheng sent someone to hand over to Yingxiu early Business, it's rare to be idle.

He strolled in the courtyard like this, and when he walked back to Liufengju, it was already completely dark.There are no lights and festoons outside in Dongming Valley, but there is also a place that can be looked back. Looking around here, dots of fire are dotted under the night mountain forest, as if stars from the sky have fallen on the world.

There is no one outside Liufengju, and the usual guards can't see any of them at this time. Only a lantern is hung under the eaves in front of the door, and it is painted with lotus flowers. Mademoiselle's handwriting.

Ye Fusheng remembered that when he came back, he passed by Qingxu Xiaozhu, and saw Qin Lanshang frowning making her four-dimensional dumplings, so this lamp could only be given away by her earlier.

"Ah Yao, you're back." Ye Fusheng hung the lamp in his hand on the other side of the eaves, and then pushed the door in. Unsurprisingly, he saw Chu Xiwei sitting under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the courtyard.

The cloak of the Hundred Ghosts Sect Master was put aside, there was still clear frost and thin snow on it, it could be seen that he came back in a hurry, and he himself was lighting a small red clay stove to cook wine, and there was a four-layer mahogany food box on the table.

Chu Xiwei let out a "huh" and saw Ye Fusheng take a seat opposite her, and said, "When I came back, I bumped into Ah Ru and Xie Li. Looking at their appearance, are you bullying the younger again?"

"It's time for a child who has reported a crime to eat fried pork with bamboo shoots."

Chu Xi sneered slightly and said, "Whether you're teasing someone or not, I just need to look at you to tell, why should others talk too much?"

"Yes, yes, I can't hide anything from you." Ye Fusheng leaned over and squeezed him, "Be honest, where did you go today, and you came back so late?"

He has long passed the age of sticky love between children, and Chu Xiwei is also the sole master of the sect. Even if the two get married, they both tacitly take each other's responsibilities, but these days can be said to be calm in the world. Even Xinying seldom hovered over the Nether Valley, Ye Fusheng didn't hear that something happened around him and he needed to trouble the master of the Hundred Ghosts to go there, and he left without leaving a message.

Chu Xiwei didn't dodge being pinched by his chin, and asked, "Are you angry?"

"Stupid boy, I'm jealous of being a teacher." Ye Fusheng replied unflinchingly, "After all, at the end of the year, talented scholars and beautiful ladies are haunting the streets and alleys. If you are such a sweetheart, you will leave me alone in the empty room. Even if you know that you are afraid Even if the eyes are stingy and give alms, it will be as troublesome as a miser."

The corners of Ye Fusheng's mouth turned up when he spoke, his eyes were full of smiles, and Chu Xiwei's ears were filled with sweet words, and the wine was still half drunk.

He said seriously: "I didn't look at anyone, I just thought about you."

Ye Fusheng's stomach is full of bad taste, and he can talk about love for three days and three nights without repeating the same thing. He has acted countless times in every situation and always has no disadvantages, but every time he loses to Chu Xiwei's simple sincerity.

He held up Chu Xiwei's face, kissed him hard before letting go, his smile was brighter than the lights in the courtyard, almost dazzled Chu Xiwei's eyes.

The wine scalded in the hot water of the red furnace already exudes a rich aroma, which makes one feel slightly drunk.

Ye Fusheng sniffed and his eyes lit up: "Good wine."

"The chef of Baiwei Pavilion in Huadeng Town was originally from Tianjing. His father used to be an imperial cook, but he made a mistake and was expelled from the palace. Exchange the smell of wine for the smell of copper, so if you drink it yourself and don't sell it, it will be difficult for others to taste the taste of 'spring grace'."

"The name of the wine is 'Chunfengdu'?" Seeing Chu Xi nodding slightly, Ye Fusheng smiled and said, "Good name. But since he doesn't sell it, how did you get it?"

Chu Xiwei said calmly: "The Baiwei Pavilion is the business of the Hundred Ghosts Sect, and I am the master of the Hundred Ghosts Sect."

Ye Fusheng slapped the table and laughed.

"You can let the master of the Hundred Ghosts Sect use their power for personal gain, and this pot of wine will not be exchanged for a thousand dollars. Ye is lucky." After laughing, he lifted the wine pot and poured a full cup for the two of them, then winked slightly at Chu Xi, " Come for a cup?"

Chu Xiwei had no expression on her face, but her ears turned red, and her movements were not slow at all.

The two stood up, their arms intertwined, and they actually drank the wine. They didn't know whether it was because the atmosphere was too good, or because the wine was really full-bodied. When they first tasted it, they felt soft, but after drinking it, it turned back to strong. They didn't feel the burning pain. Heat up from the inside out.

Ye Fusheng's first reaction was that this bastard was dishonest, adding ingredients to the wine to prepare to do bad things, but he looked up and dispelled his doubts.

Chu Xiwei's neck was red, not to mention her face.

In the past ten years, the amount of alcohol that has been forced to increase is not as good as the old fox who was immersed in this way when he was young. After drinking a glass of wine, Ye Fusheng just felt hot. Chu Xiwei's forehead was sweating, and his eyes were forced out by the alcohol. The water was light, if it wasn't for the person still sitting upright, Ye Fusheng would almost suspect that he poured a cup.

"Ah Yao, why are you so unlucky?" Ye Fusheng suddenly felt amused, and stretched out his hand to touch his face, "Hey, it's still hot, do you want to go in and rest?"

"No, there's no need..." Chu Xiwei patted his mischievous hand away, "I'm not drunk, just a little..."

Ye Fusheng answered at the right time: "It's not your upper body, it's your upper body."

Chu Xiwei: "..."

He wanted to clean up the old bastard again.

Before Chu Xiwei put his idea into practice, Ye Fusheng accepted it as soon as he saw it. He immediately sat upright and went back, saying, "Ah Ru said that you prepared an ingenious New Year's gift for me, is this pot of 'Spring Grace'?"

Chu Xiwei was interrupted by him, she put down her hand that was about to move, and didn't ignore it.

But even though his face was facing the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, he couldn't stop glancing at the food box out of the corner of his eyes, how could he not be noticed by Ye Fusheng?

With a muffled laugh, he indulged the little arrogance of the other party who was unknown to outsiders, and lifted the lid of the food box himself, but his hands were in the air.

There are four floors in the food box. Except for the hot water at the bottom, there are two dishes and one soup on the top, which are eight-treasure stuffed duck, braised carp and shrimp soup.

This dish is very common, but it is Ye Fusheng's favorite.

When he was young, he lived with his master and his wife, and his sense of smell and taste was duller than others at that time, so his cooking skills could eat the dead. In order to survive, Gu Yufang began to wash his hands and make soup.But the hand that is used to holding a sword is not this kind of material after all, most of the things she cooks are only edible, and these three dishes are the only ones that can be considered delicious.

Gu Xiao grew up with these three dishes from snacks to adulthood, and his expression changed once he saw them, and then he always swallowed them whole. For this reason, he admired his wife for ten years of chewing and eating slowly, but later, he wanted to eat these three dishes again But I can't get back the taste of the past.

He picked up the chopsticks, opened the belly of the duck, revealing the mushrooms, bamboo shoots, scallops and other ingredients inside, and then picked up a piece to taste it carefully.

This dish was originally salty, but Gu Jufang was born in the south, and he loves spicy taste. He always likes to add pepper and other things to the sauce. If he didn't specifically propose it, the restaurants outside would never make this kind of taste. of.

Chu Xiwei was still watching secretly, but when she saw Ye Fusheng like this, she turned her head and covered the cool back of his left hand with her warm palm.

"When I went to Dongling last month, I asked the Taoist priest about the past, and then I wanted to cook you a good meal." Chu Xiwei tried to keep her tone as calm as possible, "What do you think?"

He really doesn't know how to cook. These days, he spends a lot of time learning from the chef of Baiwei Pavilion, and he also takes great pains to hide his traces. When he went out early this morning, he spent a day in the kitchen and was ruined by him. I don't know how many dishes were thrown away, and even if I tasted something wrong with my own mouth, I had to start all over again, not only exhausted myself, but also almost killed the watchdogs raised in the restaurant.

When the chef couldn't help but want to protest, Chu Xiwei was finally satisfied. He came back with the food box in his hands, and waited for a while under the tree shadow lights, his heart was already beating wildly with anxiety.

Ye Fusheng didn't speak, but moved his chopsticks to the braised carp, and after he drank a bowl of soup, he wiped his mouth, and suddenly stood up and pulled Chu Xiwei up.

Chu Xiwei was caught off guard and shoved on the tree trunk by him. Before she could express her confusion, the assailant had already kissed her hard.

Both of them are good at self-restraint, and even their love affairs are not too indulgent, so that in the two years since they got married, it was the first time that Ye Fusheng begged him so viciously.

Chu Xiwei was taken aback for a moment, and then responded.

The two men were about the same height and body shape, and their limbs intertwined when they pressed against the tree trunk and kissed, as if all their limbs were eager to merge with each other, regardless of each other.Beads of sweat from the alcohol on Chu Xiwei's forehead rolled down his face, and Ye Fusheng followed this shallow mark from the side of his face to his neck, and then tore apart the other's collar with his lips and teeth.

Chu Xiwei clasped the back of his head with one hand, untied the hair belt with five fingers and interspersed it in the black hair, and groped along the back of the neck with his right hand to the back of the spine, just like a master of music theory adjusting his favorite guqin. Every bone undulates with his light or heavy touch and pressure, and the whole person is like a trembling string.

"……I feel good."

Ye Fusheng leaned his head on his shoulders and neck, opened his mouth suddenly, panting thinly while speaking, his voice was a little trembling, greedily kissed and bit his neck, and finally kissed his lips.

This time, there was no instant breakup, but he took the initiative to stick out his tongue, and after Chu Xiwei let go of his teeth, he drove straight in and started a long kiss, exchanging the most enthusiastic breath between each other.

After a long time, his lips parted, and Ye Fusheng held Chu Xiwei's face in both hands, all ten fingers were trembling, as if holding a treasure in this world.

He kissed his eyebrows lightly, and said softly and slowly in an almost pious tone: "For me, no one is better than you..."

Chu Xiwei's breathing became rough, and the things in her stomach that were about to move were ready to go, and they pressed against Ye Fusheng's thigh through the clothes.

He has also seen so many sensual appearances in these years, but no one can make him intoxicated and lost with a word or a kiss.

Isn't the most intoxicating thing in the world that makes people unwilling to wake up are the four words "the favorite of love"?

Chu Xiwei originally wanted to have a drink with him, and it was a rare pleasure to talk about himself in this dimly lit place, but now...fuck the fun!

Ye Fusheng only felt that the thing on the heel of his leg was no longer satisfied with rubbing against it, and began to poke it intentionally or unintentionally. He still held Chu Xiwei's face in his hand, entangled with the beauty in front of him for a moment, and finally became ruthless. , withdrew his hand and took a step back.

"Wait first! I have something for you too!"

Chu Xiwei was undoing his belt with one hand, and was caught off guard. He was stunned, and watched the disheveled man rush into the room like a wind. In an instant, the fire burned from his belly to the top of his head, and he almost rushed up to kill the man. The old fox who ran away after flirting was executed on the spot.

In the end, before he could sacrifice the Demon Town Tower, the old fox had already returned.

What Ye Fusheng held in his hand turned out to be a bunch of crystal clear candied haws.

Seeing this, Chu Xiwei hesitated for a moment between taking it off immediately and taking it off later, and finally chose the latter, and said angrily, "That's it?"

Ye Fusheng couldn't help but stuff the candied haws into his mouth: "Eat it!"

The syrup was quite thick, and there was a strong sweet taste in the mouth. Chu Xi frowned slightly and bit down one, but raised her eyebrows unexpectedly.

The hawthorn wrapped in sugar is very sweet.

When he was a child, he especially liked to eat sweets, but his mother and concubine always forbade him to eat more for the sake of his teeth. The candied haws that Gu Xiao occasionally brought back were Chu Yao's biggest thoughts when he was young.It's just that he was very picky, and he would not eat the sour hawthorn after licking the sugar coating, and he would throw it away after eating two or three.

——"Bingtang is so sweet, why is hawthorn so sour?"

——"It grows on the hawthorn tree, you can protest against it."

—— "It doesn't matter, I will eat sweets."

——"I'm used to your problems."

"We really have a good understanding. You want to cook me a meal, and I want to get used to you again." Ye Fusheng saw him staring at the candied haws in a daze, and couldn't help laughing, "Don't worry, I'll buy it this morning. I have a whole basket of hawthorns, I tasted all of them, and I picked the sweetest ones for you to make, it was so sour that my teeth were about to fall out, so I can handle it casually for lunch."

After a pause, he said again: "If you like it, I will make it for you slowly in the future. Anyway, the days are long, and I will accompany you to taste all the ups and downs."

Mixed flavors are the world.

Chu Xiwei's eyes were a little hot.

He slowly chewed and swallowed the sweet hawthorn in his mouth, feeling that it was sweet from the tongue to the internal organs, then he inserted the candied hawthorn on the table, raised his hand to embrace Ye Fusheng, and gave him a sweet kiss.

This time Ye Fusheng didn't play tricks on him again, the two people's desire for each other was obvious, there was no outsider around, naturally there was no reason to hide their illness.

Chu Xiwei's hands untied Ye Fusheng's clothes layer by layer like peeling off petals, and her ten fingers parted from the thin waistline, half of them wandered up and half of them slid down.

Martial arts practitioners never allow people to touch their backs, because it is dangerous and sensitive. When Chu Xi's slightly hot hands stretched in with the cool night wind, Ye Fusheng's back trembled and his legs trembled a little.

His own hand came down from Chu Xiwei's well-defined chest and abdomen, and penetrated into the already loose waistband of his trousers. He grabbed the fiery murder weapon, lightly clasped his fingers, and then scratched viciously.

Chu Xiwei took a deep breath, frowned at his reckless movements, gritted her teeth and said, "If you don't let go, you will be at your own risk."

His hands landed on the upright and firm part like a threat, and he grabbed the whole handful with all his strength, feeling the flesh bulging and opening between his fingers, his voice became hoarse, and his eyes became darker and deeper.

Lowering his head slightly from his angle, he could see the faint red milk beads under Ye Fusheng's open clothes, which were slightly covered by the snow-white silk satin jacket, revealing a light color, like the hazy firelight under the lantern paper.

Ye Fusheng bit his neck lightly with his head sideways, his voice was hoarse, his tongue stuck out from between his lips and teeth, licking the throbbing Adam's apple.

"Your jug ​​of wine today... hiss, it's still suitable for the occasion." He murmured softly, the end of his eyes was faintly red, brighter than the peach blossoms in spring.

Chu Xiwei held her breath, put her arm through the bend of her knee, and picked up his left leg.

"I promise you and me... spring breeze, once."

As soon as Ye Fusheng finished speaking, he felt a blur in front of his eyes, and he was pushed against the tree trunk, and he exchanged places with Chu Xiwei.

His body was cold, and the covering clothes fell to the ground. The man put his left leg in the crook of his arm with one hand, supported his waist with the other, and pressed the most secret parts of the two of them together in an undeniable posture.

"Floating Life..."

He whispered his name in his ear, over and over again.

Ye Fusheng turned his head sideways, met his eyes, and took the initiative to stand up and rub against him.

The panting laughter disappeared between the lips and teeth——

"Come."