Sealing Sword

When Chu Xiwei woke up, it was already the morning after three days.

He slept for too long, his muscles and bones were aching and weak, and his head was still a little dizzy. His confused eyes looked at the top for a while, and what he saw was a light yellow gauze, and he smelled a faint scent of medicine at the tip of his nose.

Chu Xi was slightly stunned, and tried to sit up with all her strength, but someone pinned her hand. He turned his head to look over, and found Ye Fusheng lying on the bedside, fast asleep.

After ten years of absence, it has been more than half a month since they reunited, but this is the second time that Chu Xiwei has looked at Ye Fusheng carefully. More than 3000 days and nights, I have pulled myself from a young boy to an adult, but I didn't leave too many marks on Ye Fusheng's body, but he looked more calm. frivolous.

Chu Xiwei didn't move anymore, just watched quietly, touching the tired look on Ye Fusheng's face, her heart softened a little, the anger that was originally full of stomach was extinguished by this sudden gentle emotion.

He remembered that when Qin Liurong was still alive, when Shen Wudu got up early every day, he would always rush back to the house before she got up, watching the man wake up from his sleep, and the first thing he saw every day was on himself.

The so-called staying together, in addition to living and dying together, is more about being together day and night. The last person I saw before going to bed was you, and the No.1 person I saw when I woke up was you. You alone occupy the softest position in my heart. Make me want to uproot you, but the pain is so painful that I don't want to give up.

Miraculously, Chu Xiwei moved her body carefully, turned her head sideways and wanted to kiss Ye Fusheng's slightly frowned eyebrows even in her sleep, but she was about to touch them, but Ye Fusheng suddenly opened her eyes Eye.

Chu Xiwei: "..."

He shrank back like lightning, and his movements were so fast that he didn't look like a seriously injured person lying in bed. Before Ye Fusheng recovered, he stretched out his hand and rubbed his sleepy eyes: "Ah Yao, are you awake? How do you feel?"

Chu Xiwei said with a dull face, "It's okay."

Ye Fusheng yawned: "Why did you get so close just now? You scared me."

There were mixed feelings in her heart, the suppressed anger was rekindled and turned into a spirit, jumping up and down in her chest, Chu Xiwei turned her face away and said, "There is a light falling on your face, which dazzled my eyes."

Ye Fusheng blinked, turned his head to look out the window, although the sun had already risen, the sun was not warm, let alone dazzling.

Exclaiming "children learn to talk nonsense when they grow up", Ye Fusheng thought he was a lenient person, let this matter go, and heard his hoarse voice, turned around and poured a glass of warm white water.

Chu Xiwei took it and drank it, and asked, "Where's Lan Chang?"

"After tossing for three days and two nights, I was just knocked out and rested."

"what happened?"

Ye Fusheng focused on what happened after he fell into a coma, and said: "That night she opened the room on the left. Guess what's inside?"

Chu Xi was teased by him a lot when she was a little girl, and she knew that this person was trying to trick her, so she no longer got used to his temper: "If you like to talk or not, it has nothing to do with me anyway."

Ye Fusheng: "You are not cute. Well, let me tell you, there is..."

The compact room is much more spacious than the bedroom here, but there are no antique calligraphy and paintings, and no gold, silver and jewelry in it, not at all sorry for its strictly guarded door lock.

As soon as Qin Lanshang entered, he was hit by the dust falling from the door frame. Ye Fusheng took out the fire pocket and blew it on, so he could barely see what was going on inside the room.

Seeing this, Qin Lanshang felt as though struck by lightning.

This is an ancestral hall. The main room and the side room are separated by bamboo curtains, and the decoration is solemn and solemn.There are densely packed spiritual tablets on the wooden shelf in front of it. At a glance, there may be hundreds of them, and there are still ashes that have cooled down in the incense burner on the table.

Qin Lanshang moved over step by step, and through the dim light of the fire, he could clearly see every name on the spirit tablet. Every stroke should be carved by the same person. There is no specific status and seniority in life, only the name is on it, it seems that it is not set up by one's own relatives.

Her eyes fell on the spirit tablet in the middle. The tablet was the same as the others, and it was engraved with: Qin Hebai.

Qin Lanshang's legs went limp, she knelt on the dusty futon, kowtowed three times respectfully, without even wiping the dust off her forehead, she turned around and opened the bamboo curtain.

Ye Fusheng followed behind her, bowed to the row of spiritual seats solemnly, and then followed, only to see that the things in the side room were simpler, only a long spear placed on a shelf.

The spear was seven feet long, and although the pointed tip was covered with dust, it did not conceal the cold light. On the barrel of the spear under the red tassel was engraved a dragon circling nine times, vividly.

As soon as the fire light shines, the dragon seems to be flying with a gun, roaring out with the clang of thousands of troops and horses, and there is a faint aura of beacon fire and iron blood lingering.

Even though they had never seen it before, Ye Fusheng and Qin Lanshang also recognized at this glance that it was the Dragon Locking Spear.

When the Qin family was ransacked and beheaded, only Qin Liurong escaped, but she was alone, so how could she take away the old things?That's why the whole world thought that the Dragonlock Spear was either abandoned in the wilderness, or simply destroyed.

But I didn't expect it to be here, still accompanying the master's spiritual seat, as inseparable as before.

Qin Lanshang burst into tears, and she reached out to draw the gun while crying. The gun was too heavy, and it took her a lot of effort to pick it up, let alone swing it freely.But she refused to let go, and didn't let Ye Fusheng help, she went out with the spear in both hands, and practiced 33 dragon-locking spear moves in the yard, even if she was extremely tired, she still leaned on the gun to rest for a while, repeating the cycle.

Ye Fusheng knew that her depression, anger and grief were difficult to calm down, so he didn't care about her. He waited until Qin Lanshang had reached his limit, and then knocked her unconscious, and brought her back to the ancestral hall to let her sleep on the futon.

After listening to Ye Fusheng's words, Chu Xi frowned slightly, and said, "It's been three days, do you still have to wait?"

"Wait, the girl seems to have eaten the weight and is determined to wait for that confession. Even if you tie her back, she will have to find a way to run back later, why bother?" Ye Fusheng yawned, "She still Didn't wake up, are you hungry? I'll make you something to eat."

Chu Xiwei: "I remember you said back then that you will only do 'burning the kitchen' in this life."

Ye Fusheng wondered: "I lied to you, you also believe it?"

Chu Xiwei: "..."

He wanted to strangle the bastard again.

Ye Fusheng went out yesterday to buy some rice grains, and now he went into the kitchen to tinker for a while, and brought out a bowl of porridge. Chu Xiwei was stunned for a rare moment.

Seeing Chu Xiwei take the bowl and look left and right, Ye Fusheng rolled his eyes: "If you like to eat it or not, I'll keep it for the girl if you don't want it."

Chu Xiwei took a sip silently. The rice was cooked just right, with neither too much salt nor too little, and it tasted good.

Before he could calm down, he heard Ye Fusheng say: "Speaking of which, Ayao, you are not young anymore, when are you going to find a good girl who will wash your hands and make soup for you?"

The majestic master of the Hundred Ghosts almost choked to death on a mouthful of porridge.

Ye Fusheng had a full view of his reaction, sighed inwardly, and stopped talking about it, and changed the subject: "By the way, the girl said you were injured and used strong medicine, what are you doing so hard?"

Chu Xiwei: "..."

He didn't answer a word, just drank the porridge with a calm face, then put the empty bowl away, put on his clothes and got out of bed.

The meridian was still aching, but it was much better than before. Chu Xiwei had a layer of sweat on his forehead. He walked slowly, adapting to the muscles and bones that hadn't moved much for three days.Ye Fusheng held his chin and watched for a while, got up and opened the door, said: "This room is too small, let me walk around the yard with you."

Chu Xiwei glanced at him and agreed.

This time, it turned to noon.Qin Lanshang finally woke up and calmed down. She just wanted to visit her uncle, but as soon as she went out, she saw Chu Xiwei and Ye Fusheng walking in the yard.

She was startled, overjoyed, and hurried over: "Uncle, you finally woke up!"

Chu Xiwei was angry with her at first, and was ready to clean up this ignorant girl, but now seeing her tired face and dark eyes, she calmed down, and said flatly, "Yes. "

When Qin Lanshang got this word, she brought a soft cushion from the house and spread it on the stone bench as if she had received the word. It means to commit crimes and make meritorious deeds.

Ye Fusheng sat on the cushion, took a sip of hot tea in his hand, and said with emotion: "Although the skin is a bit skinny, if I have such a girl, I will pamper her to heaven."

Chu Xiwei: "..."

This bastard probably didn't wake up with his tongue today, and he was talking about which pot he didn't open and which pot he lifted.

Doing nothing like this, actually wasted half a day, and when Ye Fusheng came back to his senses, he realized that it was dusk again.

He hasn't had such a leisurely life for a long time, especially living peacefully in this small country courtyard with people who think that their lives will never die, it is simply a fantasy that hardly appears in dreams.

Holding the cold tea, he looked a little blank. Chu Xi glanced at it slightly, and was about to say something when the sound of horseshoes sounded outside the door.

The sound alarmed the three people in the courtyard. Qin Lanshang practiced martial arts for the past three days, but his moves were not so good, but his strength was stronger. He raised a gun and opened the door, only to see a scholar in white clothes come in.

It was Lu Mingyuan.

Qin Lanshang subconsciously stretched out her hand to support him, touched the ashes in her hands, and then saw the two holes in the scholar's white and neat clothes, with blood stains faintly visible on them, and her heart skipped a beat.

Fortunately, every household in the village was lighting a fire and cooking at this time, so he took a small road and came over without attracting any attention. Qin Lanshang quickly led the horse in and tied it to the tree, and closed the door tightly.

Chu Xi said in a low voice, "What happened?"

Lu Mingyuan looked really embarrassed, disheveled, with many large and small wounds on his body, and the blood stuck the cloth to his flesh, but he didn't seem to know the pain. After scanning them one by one, they finally settled down and took root on Qin Lanshang.

Qin Lanshang's hairs stood on end at the sight of him, and there was a thought in his mind that was about to come out, but he was so hesitant that he couldn't grasp it at all.

Lu Mingyuan said softly, "My master has passed away."