Proud of the rivers and lakes

Feng Qiuhuang?

Fu Jinghong's expression was slightly complicated. He watched Liu Xianqin playing the piano with a cold expression, and couldn't figure out what he was thinking for a moment.

Liu Xianqin had already noticed that someone was coming, but he never raised his head, and kept stroking the qin with both hands.

Fu Jinghong pondered for a while, then said, "Brother Liu."

Liu Xianqin's piano sound paused.

"There is a civil strife in the Devil's Cult. Now that the major sects have retreated to Situ Mountain Villa, we plan to go and see the excitement. I wonder what brother Liu wants?" Fu Jinghong said with a slight smile.

Liu Xianqin put her hands on the strings, half-closed her eyes, and said, "Okay."

... what does good mean?

Fu Jinghong watched Liu Xianqin get up and hold Qin in his arms, then looked at himself with a cold face.

A thought suddenly flashed in my heart.

Could it be... Liu Xianqin took what he said just now as an invitation to invite him to go with him?

Liu Xianqin looked at him with a cold face.

The corners of Fu Jinghong's mouth curled, and he said, "Let's go."

Bai Lianhua on the side looked worried and hummed softly.

They couldn't find the path to go up, so they could only rely on light work to jump up.

The cliff is thousands of feet high, but luckily the cliff is not very steep, and there are some uneven clods around it, which can be used as a place to stay.

Fu Jinghong's internal strength has not yet recovered, Bai Lianhua volunteered to carry him on his back, but he resolutely refused.

Leng Qixuan didn't speak, but looked at him silently.

Fu Jinghong thought to himself that the second junior brother was more reliable, so he lay on Leng Qixuan's back with great peace of mind.

Liu Xianqin at the side looked at him with a cold face, and hugged the qin in his hand tightly.

The four of them spent a lot of effort and finally went up.

There was a mess everywhere on the cliff, there were corpses and some stumps and broken hands everywhere, and blood flowed horizontally.

Fu Jinghong frowned, turned and left.

The horses they rode when they came had been lost in the chaos, and they were probably ridden away by someone fleeing.

The four had no choice but to walk to the inn at the foot of Gaoji Mountain.

They spent a lot of internal energy when they were talented, but now they are very exhausted.

It was very bleak along the way, and no one was seen.

The four of them finally arrived at the inn at the foot of Gaoji Mountain, and it was getting dark.

Fu Jinghong breathed a sigh of relief, walked in and prepared to take a good rest.

After entering the inn, they realized that there were almost no people in the inn. It was completely different from when they came here before it was full of people. Today, apart from a few ordinary people drinking tea and eating, there was no one in the world.

Knowing that those people had all gone to Situ Mountain Villa, Fu Jinghong was not surprised, so he sat down and ordered a few dishes casually.

He ate a few wild fruits at the bottom of the mountain to satisfy his hunger, and now he was so hungry that he devoured three bowls of rice after the food was served.

After drinking and eating, the four of them went back to their respective rooms, preparing to go on the road early the next morning.

Fu Jinghong called for a bucket of hot water and soaked it comfortably.

After soaking for a while, someone knocked on the door.

Fu Jinghong responded, and the man opened the door and entered.

"Second Junior Brother, it's so late, what's the matter?" Fu Jinghong wiped his face with water and looked up at the person who came.

Leng Qixuan walked towards Fu Jinghong slowly with no expression on his face.

He glanced at Fu Jinghong in the bathtub, turned his face silently, and said, "...I have plaster here."

"Plaster?" Fu Jinghong was a little puzzled, he wasn't injured anywhere...

Leng Qixuan was silent for a while, and said: "Your body...and the back..."

Fu Jinghong paused, then looked down at himself.

The trace left by Liu Xianqin has stopped bleeding, there are only a few small scars, the back...is a bit torn, probably because his posture was a bit awkward when he was walking today, and the second junior brother noticed it.

Fu Jinghong felt that his face was dull, so he whispered: "You can put it there, I will use it after washing."

Leng Qixuan turned his head to look at him, and said expressionlessly: "Brother, let me help you."

"No need." Fu Jinghong said immediately.

"Brother, let me help you." Leng Qixuan repeated expressionlessly, but there was a hint of pleading in his eyes.

Fu Jinghong's heart softened, and after thinking about it, the second junior brother didn't have any bad habits, so he nodded in agreement.

Leng Qixuan stepped forward with a blank expression, opened the small ice blue porcelain bottle in front of him, and then used his fingers to apply a little milky white ointment.

Leng Qixuan's fingers are also very slender and beautiful, but because of practicing swords since childhood, they have a thin layer of calluses.

He gently spread the plaster on Fu Jinghong's shoulder, and spread it evenly with his little finger.

Fu Jinghong looked down at Leng Qixuan's finger pointing out, only to realize that it was over when he recovered.

The effect of the plaster was very fast, and the bite marks on Fu Jinghong's shoulder faded away quickly.

Leng Qixuan applied some ointment to cover other wounds on Fu Jinghong's body.

Fu Jinghong felt the coolness of the wound, which was very comfortable.

Then, Leng Qixuan looked at Fu Jinghong's chest expressionlessly and stopped.

Fu Jinghong followed his gaze, saw the circle of marks around the two red spots on his chest, and became expressionless.

He was about to say that he would come by himself, but Leng Qixuan's fingers had already twisted the plaster and placed it on Fu Jinghong's chest.

Fu Jinghong couldn't help but paused.

Leng Qixuan's hand also paused for a moment, then he stretched out his index finger, and gently touched the plaster on the mark on Fu Jinghong's chest.

His fingers trembled slightly, and he accidentally touched the red dot in the middle.

Fu Jinghong suddenly felt a numbness in his chest, and his body trembled slightly.

Leng Qixuan's hand paused, then stretched to the other side, and lightly spread it evenly on the wound.

Then, accidentally or otherwise, he pressed his thumb on the red dot in the middle.

Then, Leng Qixuan hesitated expressionlessly, and squeezed.

Fu Jinghong blushed, stretched out his hand and slapped the surface of the water violently, causing a splash of water.

The water splashed, and Leng Qixuan couldn't help closing his eyes.

Fu Jinghong pushed his hand away and snorted.

Leng Qixuan opened his eyes, and looked at Fu Jinghong with a blank expression on his face.

"Brother..." Leng Qixuan whispered.

"What?" Fu Jinghong leaned against the barrel, looking at him expressionlessly.

Leng Qixuan's expression changed, and then he said expressionlessly: "Senior brother, I haven't finished giving you the medicine yet."

"Not yet?" Fu Jinghong raised his eyebrows.

"And...the one behind." Leng Qixuan said expressionlessly.

Fu Jinghong paused, snorted, and said, "I'll do it myself."

"Senior brother can't see it, so it's better for me to come." Leng Qixuan said expressionlessly.

"No need," Fu Jinghong looked at him, suddenly smiled, and said, "If you were given medicine, the wound wouldn't heal, would it?"

"It will be fine." Leng Qixuan said expressionlessly.

"Oh, is that so?" Fu Jinghong sneered, stretched out his left leg out of the barrel, put his bare foot under Leng Qixuan's clothes where it was pushed up, and pressed it with his toe.

Leng Qixuan's face changed, and soon he returned to his expressionless face, and said: "I will hold back." But his voice was slightly hoarse.

Fu Jinghong looked at Leng Qixuan, turned his eyes, and said, "Okay." After finishing speaking, he turned around and lay down on the wooden barrel.

The wooden barrel is very shallow, only a little below the waist of most people. Fu Jinghong lay beside him, and when he raised his waist, he revealed the scenery below.

Fu Jinghong lay on the wooden barrel with deep eyes.

He doesn't know why, but in this life, the two juniors seem to have admiration for him... He can't tell whether it's joy or sorrow, maybe it's because he was hurt too deeply in the previous life, and he doesn't want to get involved in the relationship of love in this life. In one word, he doesn't want others to owe him, nor does he want to owe others.He originally thought that after everything was over, he would go back to Duanxiu Valley with his two juniors, hide in the valley, and not ask about the affairs of Jianghu, but if these two juniors were thinking about him like that, he would have no choice but to kill him quickly. I'm in love.

The little junior brother had a simple mind, so he refused clearly, but the second junior brother really hid it very deeply, if he hadn't observed carefully, he probably wouldn't have noticed the second junior brother's mind.

If the second junior brother can't help it this time... then he can sternly reject it and cut off the second junior brother's thoughts.

Leng Qixuan's fingers were dipped in the cold plaster, and he slowly poked in.

The place that was originally hot suddenly became icy cold, and Fu Jinghong couldn't help shivering.

Leng Qixuan's fingers paused, but slowly and firmly penetrated into the depths, and then began to apply.

Fu Jinghong closed his eyes and bit his lower lip.

Leng Qixuan's breathing seemed to be getting a little short, but he never did anything out of the ordinary, and hurriedly backed out after applying the ointment.

Fu Jinghong clamped the rear subconsciously, and Leng Qixuan's fingers paused.

Fu Jinghong came back to his senses, and Leng Qixuan's fingers slowly retreated.

"Master, senior brother, rest, I'm leaving." Leng Qixuan hurriedly turned around to leave after finishing speaking.

Fu Jinghong turned around in the water, seeing Leng Qixuan bent over to leave, his eyes darkened.

Leng Qixuan's reaction could not be concealed, the black clothes were pushed up, it was clear at a glance.

Not knowing if he sensed Fu Jinghong's intentions, Leng Qixuan was eager to leave, not wanting his senior brother to see his reaction.

Fu Jinghong obviously didn't expect that Leng Qixuan was going to leave, so he said, "Wait a minute."

"What, what's wrong?" Leng Qixuan whispered with Fu Jinghong behind his back.

Fu Jinghong only spoke subconsciously just now, and naturally there was no reason to keep him, so he was silent for a while.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Leng Qixuan didn't leave either, but kept his body bent and turned his back to Fu Jinghong.

Seeing that Leng Qixuan was about to leave, Fu Jinghong didn't know whether it was unwillingness or something else, so he said, "Wait a minute...you can wipe my back for me."

Leng Qixuan's back suddenly froze.

"I can't wipe it myself," Fu Jinghong snorted, and said, "Or, you are not willing to do something that my elder brother ordered you to do?"

Leng Qixuan's back froze, and after a long time, he turned around expressionlessly.

His reaction seems to have disappeared, and his black clothes are neat and tidy.

Fu Jinghong naturally saw that Leng Qixuan turned around and poked his own acupoints just now, and forced his reaction back, but of course he would not open his mouth to pierce, turned around and lay on the wooden barrel, motioning for Leng Qixuan Come and wipe your back.

When Leng Qixuan wiped the wet white cloth over his back, Fu Jinghong realized that he seemed to have done something stupid.

Why did he ask Leng Qixuan to stay and want to arouse Leng Qixuan's reaction?If Leng Qixuan doesn't expose the matter, then he can pretend that he doesn't know anything, then the three of them can just go back to Broken Sleeve Valley, and after a lifetime like this, he can pretend that he doesn't know anything for the rest of his life knew.

Thinking of this, Fu Jinghong was about to tell Leng Qixuan to go back, when there was another knock on the door.

Fu Jinghong responded.

The man pushed open the door and entered.

Dressed in white, with picturesque eyes, he is his junior brother.

"Brother, let me wipe your back for you..." Bai Lianhua hopped in while talking, looked up and saw Leng Qixuan who was rubbing Fu Jinghong's back, and was stunned.