Don't Forget Everything

It was already noon when Song Yilin and Wen Ran returned to Wuwangzhai, Wei Lin ignored them and let them have lunch at Chaoyun Tower.

Duofu said that Wei Chuyue had already returned, but he was not in Chaoyun Tower, and he didn't know where he was.

Song Yilin asked where Qin Tang was again, and Duofu said that he was sent back to the small courtyard.

Song Yilin and Wen Ran could only wait in Chao Yunlou.

After Wen Ran came back from the government office, her mind became more serious. This An Xun really was better off seeing him than not seeing her. She talked a lot of gossip, but Song Yilin couldn't figure out what kind of charades they were playing, but Wen Ran should be able to understand why she was so worried. up.

Song Yilin asked, but Wen Ran just shook his head, saying that he was allowed to think again, Song Yilin sighed in a hurry and didn't know what to do, the meal was tasteless, and Wen Ran didn't even take a few bites.

"Let's go out with me to find candied haws." Song Yilin pulled Wen Ran up abruptly. He didn't use much strength, but Wen Ran was always in a trance, and he staggered and fell into Song Yilin's arms so easily. inside.

Song Yilin hugged Wen Ran and stood firm, whispering in his ear, "It's broad daylight, Mr. Wen, don't worry, we'll make out again when we go back."

Wen Ran was blushed by Song Yilin's words, and Song Yilin laughed out loud. He really said it countless times, but Wen Ran would always blush and show coquettishness, like the rosy clouds in the sky, with thousands of changes, so beautiful that I couldn't take my eyes off her. .

Wen Ran's mind was still a mess just now, and when Song Yilin disturbed it, it was instantly emptied, just now he thought of something and couldn't remember it for a while, before he could regain his mind and continue thinking, Song Yilin pulled him away: "That day when Xiaopang I ate candied haws there, I thought about it for a few days, and I must eat it when I have free time today."

"...that's for coaxing children."

"Mr. Wen just treat me as coaxing me?"

"But...don't we have to wait for Wei Shao to come back?"

"It's all right, I don't know when he'll come back. When he comes back, just ask someone to send us a message." Song Yilin stopped suddenly, and Wen Ran almost stopped, and rushed half a step forward, but was pulled by Song Yilin Suddenly, he suddenly became serious, "If you are unhappy, you don't need to tell him. Let's just pretend that we haven't been there. We don't know anything. Young Master Wei won't say anything."

Wen Ran was startled, nodded slightly, and smiled: "Buy candied haws for Brother Song first."

"it is good!"

Song Yilin happily took Wen Ran to find candied haws, but Wei Chuyue was very unhappy. He was taken to the outskirts of the city by his master Han Muchuan to test his sword skills and catch opponents.

Martial arts practice is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat. Wei Chuyue is lazy on weekdays, but his swordsmanship never fails, and there is no rain or wind for an hour a day.

Wei Chuyue had never lost in martial arts competitions, but he had never won against Han Muchuan.

Wei Chuyue didn't like to use [-]% of his strength when fighting. He usually used about [-]% of his strength. If he still couldn't win, he would turn around and walk away. If he was in a losing situation, he would avoid the edge, hide his strength and bide his time. He would never die.He will always only fight battles that he is sure of, will only stand on a high ground to slaughter the enemy, and will always remain invincible.

It was like this when he met Feng Jin, Wei Chuyue just watched the battle from the sidelines, and when Qin Tang fought against him, he could know the depth of Feng Jin, and then judge whether to retreat or fight.After arriving at Fan's mansion, Han Chongwen, He Xuan and Feng Jin were together, Wei Chuyue didn't even think about running away, so he simply captured him without a fight.

What Han Muchuan dislikes the most is Wei Chuyue's thinking. Wei Chuyue is so talented that one day he may even surpass him, but Wei Chuyue's thoughts are too complex and heavy, and he can never devote himself wholeheartedly to the way of swordsmanship, groping, comprehending, and breaking through on the edge of life and death. He can't be trapped in his own shackles forever, if one day, he faces a real master and has no way to retreat... Han Muchuan will feel a kind of deep fear even thinking about it.

Wei Lin sent him a letter saying that Wei Chuyue was imprisoned by Han Chongwen. Han Muchuan only felt his heart fall into a bottomless abyss, and his whole body was trapped in a nightmare. Fear instantly swept through his limbs and bones, and he couldn't break free even for a breath. Never give him the chance.

Before Han Muchuan had time to explain anything, he ran to Biancheng.There was a lot of regret in his heart, but it was no less than fear.

"Sword!" Han Muchuan's soft sword is extremely thin, thin, and fast. When he drew the sword, he couldn't even see the light of the sword. Wei Chuyue had to parry. He relied on the strength of his sword to defend but not attack.

Han Muchuan's soft sword was like a snake like lightning, like the wind coming from all directions, surrounding Wei Chuyue without a trace of vitality.

Han Muchuan's swordsmanship doesn't focus on moves and tricks, his sword intent is his mind, where the sword goes, it often has tricky and unbelievable angles, which makes people caught off guard and hard to guard against.

Wei Chuyue's swordsmanship was taught by Han Muchuan, and he could only block the sword by guessing Han Muchuan's intentions. If he guessed wrong, he would inevitably have many blood holes on his body. During the sword competition, Han Muchuan would never show mercy. He also wanted to turn defense into offense, but it was extremely difficult for him to even dodge.

Out of the sword?How can it be!

Wei Chuyue sweated like rain, slid across his neck and drenched his underwear, wet hair stuck to his forehead and cheeks, breathing more and more anxiously.

"Sword!" Han Muchuan yelled again, before Wei Chuyue's words fell into Wei Chuyue's ears, he had already received ten moves and retreated a foot in a row.

The sun is shining and the sky is clear.

But Wei Chuyue's eyes were full of sword shadows, only sword shadows, and when he saw the sword shadow, the sword had already arrived in front of him, and the oppression between life and death was like a dark end.

Except for Han Muchuan, no one could instill fear in Wei Chuyue and drive him into such a state of embarrassment.

Wei Chuyue clenched his teeth, held his breath, his whole body was full of blood and inner breath, and the power of the inner mansion poured out continuously, and was cut off by Han Muchuan's sword one by one. He was like a bunch of dry wood in the cold winter , lingering in the wind and snow, a little bit of fire jumped and burst and then annihilated.

"Sword!" Han Muchuan was still pressing him.

Wei Chuyue's hand holding the sword was so numb that he couldn't feel it, and every block he made was instinctive.

If Han Muchuan really wanted to kill him, he would already be dead.

Wei Chuyue knew clearly that hatred and anger would inevitably well up in his heart.

The soft sword bullied him, Wei Chuyue raised the sword to resist, turned slightly sideways, the blades intersected, and clanked: "嘤..."

Han Muchuan flipped his wrist, and the sword's momentum changed abruptly. With a twist, the sword cut across Wei Chuyue's chest from bottom to top, and one foot further was Wei Chuyue's neck.

The sword was right in front of Wei Chuyue, but he didn't dodge it, and let the blade slash across his neck, while Wei Chuyue's sword rubbed against the soft sword's blade, stabbing at Han Muchuan.

Didn't Han Muchuan ask him to use his sword?This is Wei Chuyue's sword!

Only one sword.

It was too late for Han Muchuan's sword to be retracted, while Wei Chuyue's sword was filled with all his internal energy and hatred.But no matter whether this sword is successful or not, Wei Chuyue will definitely die.

Han Muchuan saw through Wei Chuyue's sword intent in an instant, and turned pale with fright, he hurriedly let go of the soft sword. The sword brushed Wei Chuyue's neck and pierced it out, and flew out and nailed it to a distant tree trunk. Xiang Wei Chuyue held Wei Chuyue's sword in one hand, forcibly suppressed Wei Chuyue's sword force, the tip of the sword sank an inch into Han Muchuan's chest, but the sword was broken by Han Muchuan's inside and fell into pieces.

Wei Chuyue exhausted all his strength with the sword, the sword broke him and he couldn't continue, so he lost his strength and crashed into Han Muchuan's arms.

Before Han Muchuan could let go of his strength, he threw Wei Chuyue to the ground, and the two of them rolled out together.

Han Muchuan didn't have time to think about it, he stretched out his hand to protect Wei Chuyue in his arms, and stopped when his back hit the tree trunk.

"A Yue! Are you okay?"

Wei Chuyue felt as if he had been thrown into a mortar, and his flesh and bones were crushed by the pestle. He gritted his teeth in pain, it hurt everywhere, and he couldn't tell where it hurt.

"A Yue?!" Han Muchuan suddenly reached out and touched the side of his left neck, the tingling pain made him wake up three minutes.

Han Muchuan exhaled: "Fortunately, it's just a little scratch."

Wei Chuyue was a little dizzy, and forced to open his eyes, but saw the bright red blood in front of him slowly oozing out, he couldn't help reaching out to touch it, the blood was hot and sticky, and seemed to hurt, Wei Chuyue was stunned, this was not his injury , and on Han Muchuan's chest.

"Ha..." Wei Chuyue laughed, it turned out that he might not lose against Han Muchuan, as long as he is willing to bear himself.

Wei Chuyue regained his composure, pushed Han Muchuan away and stood up, glanced at the broken sword on the ground, and said softly: "It's a pity this sword."

After finishing speaking, Wei Chuyue turned around and left.

Han Muchuan put away his soft sword and chased after him: "A Yue!"

Wei Chuyue stopped in his tracks, turned back and faced Han Muchuan: "Master, you asked me to use the sword. I did, and the sword was broken. What else are you dissatisfied with? If so, come back to the head office tomorrow? I will forgive you today." me."

"A Yue..."

Wei Chuyue didn't want to hear Han Muchuan calling him, so he turned around and wanted to leave again, as if he was in a hurry to escape.

Han Muchuan froze in place, watching Wei Chu go away, not knowing what to do.He regretted the sword just now, why did he force him to use the sword so much? !Must Wei Chuyue risk his life?But how could he be willing to hurt him? !

He was reluctant.

Back in Chaoyun Tower, Wei Chuyue took a shower and changed for more than half an hour, and he threw all his dirty clothes out for burning. Sitting in front of the mirror, Wei Chuyue stared at the sword marks on his neck in a daze.

A red line fell on the side of Wei Chuyue Yubai's neck, which was very eye-catching.The wound is extremely shallow, let alone a sword, a willow leaf can cut a deeper and longer wound with the wind.

Wuwangzhai has an excellent wound medicine, and after two days of wiping it, the seal should be invisible.

Holding the medicine box, Wei Chuyue looked down, motionless as if falling asleep.

What he saw in his eyes was not the wound medicine, but the sword he stabbed out, the sword that pierced into Han Muchuan's chest.When he saw that Han Muchuan was injured and bleeding, he was suddenly a little excited, as if he should be complacent and relieved, but he was also a little scared, what if Han Muchuan failed to throw his soft sword against the force of the sword?What if Han Muchuan failed to hold his sword and forcibly broke it?

Will he die?

Will Han Muchuan die?

Wei Chuyue's heart suddenly became confused, what was he thinking? !Why on earth did he make that sword move? !

It's been three years, it's time to calm down, it was just his wishful thinking.Now that he stabbed Han Muchuan with a sword, everything should be over.