Sealing Sword

After reading 37 letters, Qin Lanshang couldn't stand anymore.

Ye Fusheng grabbed her by the arm, and the little girl grabbed Ye Fusheng's arm with her backhand, with such force that her nails were almost embedded in the flesh, like a drowning man grabbing the last straw.

She had so much to say, but it was a pity that she couldn't utter a single word.

Ye Fusheng was in pain from being caught by her, but he didn't break away. He frowned and let go, and instead helped her straighten her body. Chu Xiwei saw it clearly, brushed Qin Lanshang away with one hand, and said, "You want to tell me what you want." I have already got it, so why not be reconciled?"

Qin Lanshang leaned on the lock dragon gun to support her body, shook her head, and forced a pale smile on her face: "It's gone, everything is gone."

After she finished speaking, she clenched the book, staggered back to the ancestral hall and closed the door. The three people in the courtyard held their breaths and waited for a while before hearing faint sobs coming from the room.

Lu Mingyuan was a little worried. He handed over the object, as if his last bone had been taken out. He didn't have much strength left at this time, and asked: "The assassins in Prince Li's mansion followed me all the way. Although I got rid of them, but It's only a matter of time before you find this place, what are your plans?"

When Chu Xiwei heard Qin Lanshang crying, she frowned tightly and was too lazy to speak. Ye Fusheng shook his head and said, "Mr. Lu is on the go all the way, why don't we take a rest for the night first, we have our own plans, and we won't let Mrs. Ruan work hard In vain."

After hearing this sentence, Lu Mingyuan saw that although Chu Xiwei looked impatient, he didn't mean to turn back, so he settled down, and the exhaustion and grief that he forcibly suppressed surged up together. He blinked his eyes and let out tears He swallowed it back, thanked him in a hoarse voice, and went to the bedroom.

It's night now, and the wind and cold are heavy, and Chu Xiwei has always been dressed lightly due to martial arts practice, and now that she can't protect her body with internal strength, it is inevitable that she will feel cold, and she sneezes involuntarily.

Ye Fusheng held back his laughter, took off his outer robe and put it on for him, and caring about this man's virtue of wanting face and suffering, he said: "I'm cold, accompany me into the front hall to rest for a while?"

Chu Xiwei folded her robe that was still warm, and looked at him for a while, sure.

The front hall is almost as big as two bedrooms, and the portrait of the saint is enshrined in the center, which is still separated by two bamboo curtains. The right side leads directly to the back kitchen and other places where chores are handled, and the left side is a quiet room with a table and a soft couch. , like a place to take a nap.

Ye Fusheng tidied up all the necessary places in the past two days, so there was no dust on the couch, and he dug out the sealed quilt and laid another layer, lying on it was quite comfortable.

Ye Fusheng looked at the tired look in Chu Xiwei's eyes, and knew that this person was seriously injured and couldn't last long, so he said: "You sleep for a while, I'll watch, and I'll call you if I need anything."

Chu Xi raised her eyebrows slightly, and through the candlelight, she could clearly see the slight green circle around his eyes, and said in a cold tone, "Aren't you going to rest?"

Ye Fusheng pinched himself quietly with the hand behind his back, regained consciousness, and said, "I'm not sleepy yet."

Chu Xiwei looked at him for a while, then turned around to throw off the quilt and was about to lie down, Ye Fusheng hadn't finished breathing out when he saw the man suddenly turn around and grab him with one hand.

Chu Xiwei's move was caught off guard, but he was injured after all, and lost his speed and strength, allowing Ye Fusheng to narrowly avoid the catch, and said helplessly, "Ah Yao, I'm really not sleepy."

Chu Xiwei slid her hand and grabbed his shoulder, sneering, "You think I'm blind?"

In a short while, the two fought for six or seven rounds. In the end, Chu Xiwei was more than capable, so she asked Ye Fusheng to twist his hands and dodge behind him. He bent his knees behind his waist and pushed him face down. on the couch.

Chu Xiwei wished to throw the bastard off: "Let go!"

When the child grows up, he is not as easy to handle as he was when he was a child. Ye Fusheng tried his best to not be broken away by him. His head was covered with sweat. Hearing the words and actions, he quickly passed his brain. He slapped his hip: "Be honest!"

After the beating, he realized that Chu Xiwei was no longer the kid he was back then, and he was stunned.

Chu Xiwei: "..."

Seeing that the gunpowder barrel was about to explode, Ye Fusheng kept on doing nothing. He pulled off the binding rope on his girdle and tied Chu Xiwei's hands tightly, not daring to let go of the restraint at all.

Chu Xiwei struggled a few times but couldn't break free, and became angry from embarrassment: "Ye Fusheng! You wait for me!"

Ye Fusheng shook his heart, and said with a playful smile: "I didn't run away, but you got up! I'm waiting!"

How can there be such a cheap person in the world?

Chu Xiwei's lung tubes were about to explode, and he had to break the rope when he exercised his internal strength. As a result, as soon as he moved his internal breath, he felt pain like acupuncture in his meridians, dense and severe, and he lost his strength with a muffled grunt.

Ye Fusheng turned his head to look at his face, and his gaze sank: "I originally planned to wait until you were better before asking, but now that this is the case, I will directly ask you...Ah Yao, what's the matter with your internal injury?"

Chu Xiwei suppressed the tumbling inner breath, trying not to let her tone get out of tune: "It's none of your business..."

Before he finished speaking, he slapped him on the back again, knocking all the words he hadn't spoken back into his stomach, choking him to death.

Since the reunion, Ye Fusheng felt ashamed and distressed towards him in his heart, and gave him three points in everything, but in fact he wanted to beat him up not every day or two.

He hasn't seen each other for ten years, and things are different. He has thought many times what that innocent and well-behaved Chu Yao would look like back then, but he never expected it to be like this.

Martial arts are strong, people are in a high position, stature is tall, and knowledge has increased... These are all good things, but what troubles Ye Fusheng the most is that his temper, which was just a little bit arrogant in the past, has become worse.

Chu Xiwei is not as domineering as a dandy, nor as unruly and willful as a rich young master. Don't take yourself seriously.

Ye Fusheng loves him dearly, so he can follow him in everything, except in this respect.

After Chu Xiwei was stunned for a moment, anger rose from her heart, and she also carried a few traces of grievance that was not easy to detect. However, before he could break free forcefully, a hand gently touched the back of the shoulder that had just been beaten.

Ye Fusheng asked him: "Does it hurt?"

Chu Xiwei hesitated for a moment, and rewarded him with a "yes".

"Do you still remember what I told you under Wang Haichao?" Ye Fusheng said, "I actually hurt you more when it hit you, but if you don't let you know the pain, you won't have a long memory."

Chu Xiwei: "...I'm fine, get up."

It was rare for him to take the initiative to put down a soft tone, but Ye Fusheng didn't like this: "You answer my question first, or just sleep like this."

Chu Xiwei: "Who walks in the rivers and lakes and hasn't suffered internal injuries? What can I say!"

Ye Fusheng resisted the urge to slap him again, and said in a tone full of wind and rain: "Oh? Really don't say it?"

Chu Xiwei stiffened her neck and said nothing, Ye Fusheng said: "Then for me, if you made a mistake, you correct it and admit it to you."

Chu Xiwei's heart skipped a beat, and she heard him say, "I've probed your meridian door, but my internal force backlashed meridians and lungs, so there's something wrong with your kung fu, isn't it?"

Chu Xiwei: "..."

"The doctor said that you have taken strong medicine, and I also asked Qin girl, you did it knowing the consequences, didn't you?"

Chu Xiwei: "..."

He was speechless, and Ye Fusheng got the bottom line in his heart, and asked the last question: "Why?"

Chu Xiwei said in a muffled voice, "What why?"

"The matter of exercises is a secret of the Hundred Ghosts Sect. It's not convenient for me to ask as an outsider, but...why do you use strong medicine to forcefully stimulate your internal strength?" Ye Fusheng's finger landed on the back of his head, "My life is yours , it is only natural for you to take it away, and I would not be unwilling to exchange it for your safety, but why did you do this?"

Chu Xiwei was in a coma for three days, and he also thought about it for three days, breaking up those past events, and he couldn't figure out why Chu Xiwei wanted to save him.

In fact, Ye Fusheng couldn't figure out the fact that he still didn't kill him.

Since he didn't understand, he simply opened up the question and asked, whether he would be killed or cut to pieces after the question, or something else, so that he wouldn't be confused any longer.

However, where Ye Fusheng couldn't see, Chu Xiwei's eyes were bloodshot.

The inner breath kept agitating, a fire ignited in her chest, but the people on her body were still adding fuel to the fire, Chu Xiwei was burned to the point of losing her mind, but she was thrown cold water by his question.

The water fell into the heart, did not put out the fire, but was slowly simmering, gradually boiling.

He turned his head, and Ye Fusheng was startled when he saw the scarlet eyes, and Chu Xiwei said, "How do you know... I don't want to kill you?"

Seeing Ye Fusheng's dying state under Wang Haichao, Chu Xiwei was shocked, but then suddenly felt murderous.

At that time, he didn't know whether this person could be rescued, but he only knew that if Ye Fusheng died like this, he might regret it for the rest of his life.

What do you regret?

Chu Xiwei was stunned for a moment, those auspicious memories of the past flashed before her eyes, she was so hesitant that she couldn't hold any of them in her hands, only feeling lost.

He thought, probably because ten years of grievances had not been settled, he couldn't kill this person himself, of course he would regret it.

At that time he raised his palm, as long as he remembered it, Ye Fusheng would not be alive today.

But Chu Xiwei couldn't make a move after all, that hand gathered strength and let go, and finally bypassed Ye Fusheng's shoulder, and carried him out of Wang Haichao.

He held Ye Fusheng in his arms and ran for the road in the bloody night. Everyone who saw him along the way seemed to have seen a ghost, but Chu Xiwei only had one thing on his mind——

The man was going to die, but he didn't want him dead yet.

When Chu Xiwei spent so much effort to snatch him back from the hands of Lord Yan, seeing him with a smile on his face, and hearing him call "Ayao" again, she was even more reluctant to let him die.

Chu Xiwei felt that he was sick and there was no cure for it, because he was the person who should take Ye Fusheng's life the most in this world, he wanted him to die more than anyone else, and he was more reluctant to bear him than anyone else.

Her heart was changing rapidly, and her mind was in a mess. Chu Xiwei bit the tip of her tongue, forced herself to wake up, and asked in a deep voice, "Are you really not going to come down?"

Ye Fusheng couldn't figure out what he was thinking, so he firmly shook his head.

The next moment Ye Fusheng's eyes were spinning, Chu Xiwei suddenly turned over, a long leg hooked his waist, and pressed the bastard who was going to be overturned back to the soft couch. The Dao entwined itself back into its master's hand, and by the way, he hooked it down, and tied a knot on the foot of a couch.

Ye Fusheng was dumbfounded by this feng shui turn, and didn't speak for a long while.

Chu Xi moved her wrist slightly, leaned over and trapped him between her arms, her face got closer and closer, and Ye Fusheng suddenly felt a sense of oppression, like a mountain pressing down on her, and she was a little out of breath.

No matter how many grievances and entanglements there are between the two, as the saying goes, "One day is a teacher and life is a father", although Ye Fusheng didn't take these broken rules to heart, but now he is overwhelmed by the child he watched growing up. Unable to move, I still feel very ashamed: "Release!"

Chu Xi sneered slightly: "I told you to let go just now, why didn't you let go?"

Ye Fusheng: "..."

His face was already very close, almost touching the tip of his nose, Ye Fusheng couldn't see his face clearly at this distance, he could only look at the pair of eyes that were so close at hand.

Black as thick ink, bright as stars, as if the entire night sky was contained in these pupils, but now they are reflected in warm colors by candlelight, but only him is contained in them.

Ye Fusheng suddenly couldn't say anything, an unknown place in his heart suddenly moved, it was painful and itchy, as if something had finally sprouted and struggled to break through the ground.

He couldn't move, and he didn't dare to speak. It was rare for Chu Xiwei to see him calm down, and slowly raised his head, with the corners of his mouth curled up.

It is said that looking at a beauty under the lamp, Rong Hua is three points better.Chu Xiwei was born with picturesque eyebrows, but Ye Fusheng couldn't move his eyes when he smiled like this.

Suddenly, his heart beat like a drum, and he thought inexplicably, "Oops!"

Where is the bad?

Before he could figure it out, Chu Xiwei leaned down again, murmuring something, but at this moment, someone kicked open the door: "Uncle! Uncle Ye! Come through the door... Believe it."

The letter in Qin Lanshang's hand fell to the ground. She stared dumbfounded at the scene in front of her. She didn't know what to say. There was only one sentence in her mind: "Yaoshou! I will be silenced!"

Before the two of them came back to their senses, Qin Lanshang had already turned around and rushed out: "I didn't see anything! Excuse me! Go ahead!"

Ye Fusheng: "..."

Chu Xiwei: "..."

Without waiting for Chu Xiwei to move, Ye Fusheng finally returned to his position, raised his leg and kicked him, kicking him off: "You little brat want to rebel?"

The bastard Chu Xiwei: "..."

Not only did he want to rebel, but he also wanted to eat meat.

It's a pity that all interest has been disturbed now, and it's not a good opportunity to be honest. He sighed, patted the shoe prints on his body, and picked up the letter on the ground.

Seeing this, he twitched his eyebrows, but laughed.

Ye Fusheng asked: "Is there something good?"

"It's indeed a good thing." After a pause, Chu Xiwei said, "There was an accident in the old den of the Buried Soul Palace in Mizong Ridge, and He Lianyu probably received the news to rush back. Our journey is much safer. "

Ye Fusheng breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, and then inexplicably raised his mind: "Did you say what happened to Mizong Ridge?"

Chu Xiwei said: "Yes, someone came to the door and smashed the Suzaku Hall. The owner of the hall, Bu Xueyao, was seriously injured."