[Cultivation] Asking for a sword

The sun is bright and the sun is rising.

Gu Cheng sat upright in front of Chu Han, with only a table in between.

Chu Han lowered his head, staring at the few pale green spiritual leaves in the white jade porcelain cup he held in his hand.

Gu Cheng looked at him closely.

After a while, Chu Han finally raised his head.

"Ok."

Gu Cheng smiled and stood up quickly: "Then let's go, I'm ready!"

Chu Han put down a sip of his undrinked tea and followed him away.

The day of March is not far from April.

Gu Cheng looked up at the undulating mountains in front of him, and deliberately let Yunzhou stay at the foot of the mountain.

Then he pulled Chu Han down, looked at the top of the mountain in the distance, turned his head and said with a smile: "Master, this way."

Chu Han followed behind him without any haste.

Gu Cheng was wearing a light blue shirt, his eyebrows were delicate and straight, his nose was like a gall, his face was like a crown of jade, his long hair was tied up high with a blue headband, and when he was talking and laughing, he had a majestic aura and an extraordinary demeanor.

Chu Han watched as he squatted down, pulled out a bamboo raft from behind a tall bush, and pushed it into the nearby stream.

Gu Cheng stood on it, turned around and stretched out his hand to Chu Han.

The man in white glanced at him, touched the ground with his toes, and was already on the bamboo raft in an instant.

Gu Cheng pulled his sleeve and sat down together.

As soon as the bamboo raft sank, it began to slowly move forward with the current. Occasionally, a fish jumped and splashed a piece of water. There were willow trees planted on both sides of the stream, which had just sprouted green, and the breeze blew the water and the willows were full.

Such a view is pleasing to the eye.

Gu Cheng thought of the last time he went to the geese to appreciate the snow, and he felt a little regretful, so he wanted to make up for it this time.

Chu Han sat cross-legged on the right end of the bamboo raft, looking at both sides of the bank indifferently, but he didn't care much about the occasional splashes that wet his clothes.

Gu Cheng reached out his hand into the water, moved it, and there were light blue grass leaves exposed under the bamboo raft, and the finely divided flowers were soaked in the water, shaking with the current, and a faint and inadvertent fragrance came out.

"Is this indigo?"

Gu Cheng smiled: "Well, peace of mind, do you like it?"

Chu Han was noncommittal, he had a vague sense of what he was doing when he came out this time, and he was rarely curious about what preparations Gu Cheng would make.

Gu Cheng broke off a leaf of the indigo grass, and gently placed it on his lips.

Chu Han listened quietly, his fingertips tapped his knees faintly, the snow shoes were hanging on his waist, the scabbard was hanging down, there was a very gentle music, soft like a flowing stream.

The music gradually stopped and the journey reached the end. Gu Cheng stood up and pulled Chu Han ashore.

Peach blossoms are rustling, light or elegant, pink white and fresh green are intertwined on the branches, tender as newborn.

The two walked into the depths of the peach forest one after the other, watching the flowers blooming in full bloom, as fine as jade.

Gu Cheng broke off the most beautiful peach blossom and handed it to Chu Han, his eyes filled with tenderness.

Chu Han looked at Taohua, then at Gu Cheng, and said seriously, "I'm not a woman."

"...don't spoil the scenery yet." Gu Cheng sighed, "I have made thirteen plans, you should experience them all first."

"You seem to be quite free recently."

Gu Cheng curled his lips, and said resentfully: "Why, I've been preparing for almost three months."

Chu Han raised his eyebrows and took the peach blossom.

He glanced at it casually, but suddenly he was taken aback, and when he took a closer look, he found that every petal was engraved with extremely small words.

--cold.

Looking at Chu Han's surprised eyes, Gu Cheng finally felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction in his heart. After all, he had been preparing for so long, how could it be so simple?

Chu Han approached the branch, looked at the handwriting on all the petals that were exactly the same, and was stunned for a long time, then finally turned his head and said to him: "Your swordsmanship has indeed improved a lot."

"that's it?"

"...The handwriting is also good."

"Forget it." Gu Cheng directly pulled Chu Han to the largest and tallest peach tree.

"You close your eyes first."

Chu Han didn't hesitate much, and closed his eyes.

Gu Cheng pinched a wind spell, and seeing the petals scattered like drizzle, he twisted one petal, held it between his lips, and kissed Chu Han lightly.

The faint fragrance of peach blossom overflowed from between the lips and teeth, Chu Han did not refuse.

The two leaned against the tree, their bodies covered with fallen flowers, their lips were cold and soft, and they became hot and sweet in the constant rubbing.

Chu Han opened his eyes and looked at Gu Cheng quietly.

His gaze was calm, calm, and soft.

"what do you think?"

Chu Han thought about it carefully, and said to him, "It's pretty good."

"I remember the first time I kissed you, you said you should be quiet."

"Well, no one has ever done that to me before."

"The second time, you beat me up."

"You were so annoying back then."

"The third time, you pushed me out."

"It was the wrong occasion."

Gu Cheng thought for a while: "The occasion was right, wouldn't you refuse?"

"Normally not." Chu Han thought for a while and said again, "Practicing swords, not in cultivation."

Gu Cheng showed such an expression on his face.

"Uncle, let's continue down."

Chu Han nodded and squeezed his hand tightly.

"I thought it would take me a long time to impress you." Gu Cheng smiled, "But now I know that there are some things that you don't have to force."

Gu Cheng took out a jar of wine from behind the tree, and tore off the mud seal on it.

Then hand it to Chu Han.

"What kind of wine is this?"

"Qingshan is not old, it is Xuebaitou." Gu Cheng smiled, "It is called Xuebaitou."

"Why this name?"

"The green hills turn white because of the snow, there is always a bit of artistic conception!"

Chu Han didn't drink it.

"Do you not like it?"

Chu Han shook his head: "I've never been drunk."

"Using your cultivation base to make fun of this kind of thing..."

"I have practiced Wusheng Sword Code since I was a child, and these things have no effect on me, but my feelings are indeed weaker than ordinary people."

Gu Cheng thought for a while: "It's a pity!"

"Many things are actually worth trying, but it doesn't matter, I will accompany you to see."

Chu Han looked at him and nodded.

"Row boat, flower forest, fine wine." Gu Cheng said with a smile, "I just need to invite Jun Jianwu."

Chu Han touched Luxue and shook his head: "My sword is not suitable for this place, I'm afraid it will ruin your heart."

"My heart is because of you."

Chu Han was silent for a while, and raised his sword with the peach branch.

The tip of Gu Cheng's nose seemed to smell the fragrance of a beauty.

In the peach grove, there was a rustle of sword energy, causing the petals to fall in a hurry.

Chu Hanren is very good-looking, and his sword is also beautiful, but its lethality is even more terrifying.

As soon as Gu Cheng spread out the pen and paper, he saw the broken branches and fallen leaves all over the place. He picked up the pen with a calm face and sketched, but there were no peach blossoms or fallen leaves.

Only white clothes are plain, wide sleeves are full of air, the sword strikes the frost and snow, and the eyebrows are picturesque.

Chu Han stopped sideways and smoothed the scattered hair on his forehead. Gu Cheng threw away the pen, put away the painting, and then walked behind him.

"do not move."

The white hair band was gently pulled out, and the black hair fell down. Gu Cheng took off a few petals and leaves that were inadvertently mixed in his hair, combed it with wood, and rewound the band.

"Gu Cheng."

"Ok?"

"...very strange."

"Why do you say that?"

"It's the first time I've done this kind of thing with a sword." Chu Han looked at the broken branches all over the ground, and suddenly asked, "What do you like about me?"

Gu Cheng thought for a while: "I like this kind of thing, it would be boring if I said it too clearly."

"It's like drinking a fine wine. Can you tell what it tastes like?"

Chu Han was thoughtful.

Gu Cheng began to persuade him earnestly.

"I will feel joy when I think about it, I will feel at ease when I see it, and I will spare no effort when necessary."

Then he added: "Those like Shen Nanye and Ming Wuxin are purely tarnishing the sanctity of love."

Chu Han glanced at him inexplicably: "What do you mean?"

"I'm afraid of being deceived by their rhetoric!" Gu Cheng said righteously.

"Ming Wuxin is short of money, Shen Nanye is romantic, how can I take their words seriously."

Gu Cheng thought so too, but he was a little curious: "How could Ming Wuxin be so poor?"

Chu Han was silent for a while before saying, "She didn't have such a personality before."

"kindness?"

"It's actually not easy for her to get to the present."

Later, Chu Han didn't say anything. He didn't like to talk about other people's right and wrong.

Gu Cheng understood, and changed the subject without a trace.

The mountains are faint, and the sun is already dizzy.

This is the world outside the realm of comprehension, with bright lights and noisy crowds.

Gu Cheng put down a lantern, and under the bright and warm light was a water talisman. He didn't write anything on the wish paper, he just smiled and watched it go away, but his heart was filled with sweetness.

A hundred years or a thousand years is not the end of a lantern, but now, the person he likes is by his side, and they are safe with each other and share their hearts.

Gu Cheng looked at the fireworks on both sides of the river, turned his head and smiled at Chu Han, his brows and eyes were unexpectedly deep amidst the bright lights.

Chu Han pressed his chest, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Gu Cheng gently kissed his forehead.

Those waiting, those pains, those silences finally came to fruition.

Getting to know each other is slow, and getting to know each other is long.

If you allow me peace of mind, I wish you a thousand years.

The next day.

Chu Han held a black invitation letter in his hand, Gu Cheng went around to him, and glanced at the writing on it.

"It's from Baige City?"

Chu Han nodded.

"The price is quite generous." Gu Cheng smiled, "It's a pity we can't stay for long."

Chu Han tapped his fingertips on the signed name.

"It's Chen Huan?" Gu Cheng frowned, "How did he get in touch with the black prison?"

Chu Han shook his head: "The old promise must be gone."

Gu Cheng leaned down and rubbed his chin on his shoulder: "That's right."

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