[Sword Three] Curate Tibet. Bet

Ye Zhiming slept until the evening of the day, and the fatigue of the journey dissipated a lot. Perhaps because he saw the familiar Li Min and Zhou Xian, he felt much more at ease, and the recent insomnia did not recur.

After packing up and leaving the tent, the setting sun had already set, and a bonfire was lit in the distance with the cool night breeze, and the smell of cooking wafted with the wind.

The soldiers chatted or joked with each other, and the atmosphere seemed very warm.

He stood at the door of the tent and watched silently for a while, and a hand was stretched out beside him, holding a bowl of hot broth in his hand.

Zhou Xian: "You've been sleeping until now, and you haven't eaten lunch yet. You must be hungry."

Ye Zhiming: "Oh my god!"

Ye Zhiming was taken aback by him, and almost staggered back to the door, but fortunately, Zhou Xian grabbed him quickly.

"You walk silently!" Ye Zhiming looked at him in shock, "Where did you come from!"

Zhou Xian: "..."

Zhou Xian felt that the warmth he had accumulated all day had been shattered by him. He sighed, but the expression on his cheeks that had been tense due to nervousness softened, and he couldn't help showing a helpless look. With a smile, "You...you really haven't changed at all."

Still so startled, still so casual, the unfamiliarity after five years was easily dissipated in a few simple sentences, Zhou Xian opened the curtain and walked in, "There is nothing delicious here, you just make do with it." Order."

Ye Zhiming turned around and followed, pulled the chair over and sat down, leaned over to the bowl and sniffed it, then frowned, "What kind of meat is this? It's so fishy..."

"Hare, there is nothing else to eat here. There are wild pheasants and wild deer, but they are all used as food reserves..."

"Okay, I see." Ye Zhiming curled his lips, picked up the bowl and took a sip, holding his nose, but it was extremely difficult for him to swallow this sip. After drinking a bowl of soup, there was a lot of meat left at the bottom of the bowl, so he closed his mouth. Eyes, he said with difficulty: "If you want to talk about being a rabbit...it's still delicious from Chengdu."

Zhou Xian remembered the roasted hare they ate at the foot of Tangmen Mountain a few years ago, and smiled, "Yeah, it's really not very good to cook rabbit meat just like that."

"It's not just bad..." Ye Zhiming glanced at him, swallowed his complaint again, "Forget it...it's not easy for you guys."

Zhou Xian raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, "I thought you couldn't get used to it, but I was worrying about what to do for you, young master."

Ye Zhiming laughed, "Don't worry about it, what delicious food can you get here? Look at the place where you live, you don't even want to wrap it in a blanket, it's so cold at night. "

"It's convenient to evacuate like this. We're here to fight, not camp." Zhou Xian felt that Ye Zhiming's words were similar to what he imagined, and couldn't help but feel happy, but the next moment he thought of the girl in pink , his face sank again.

Ye Zhiming rubbed his nose, "I know, so I just...evaluate it, nothing else."

Zhou Xian hummed, and the two of them fell silent immediately, and an embarrassing silence spread in the camp for a while.

Ye Zhiming glanced at him, Zhou Xian's back was facing the curtain, and the light from the bonfire outside the door faintly penetrated, casting a hazy edge on this man who had not seen him for five years and had grown from a boy to a young man.

Ye Zhiming wanted to find some traces of the past on him, but found that he couldn't find them. His immature face grew rapidly in the rain of countless swords, lights and swords, and there was vicissitudes and loneliness in his eyes that couldn't be disguised. The general's signature hair crown added a layer of majesty to him. He was dressed in a military uniform, making him tall and strong. His shoulders seemed to be wider than his own, as was his height, and his legs had grown a lot. He was no longer the thin arms and legs of the past. Looks small.

Ye Zhiming was a little emotional, and somehow felt that such Zhou Xian was unfamiliar, but also gave off a feeling of mature sexuality with a rapid heartbeat.

Ye Zhiming felt that he might not have seen this person for too long, so his mind was a little bit crazy.

He tore his gaze away from Zhou Xian's face, wandered around the room, as if there was nothing to look at, and unconsciously returned to Zhou Xian.

Seeing the other party's hand on the table from the clothes, there are many scars on the fingers, reminding Ye Zhiming that when the two met for the first time, the stubborn child's hands were also full of wounds.

Before he could think of a reason, his body moved naturally first.

Zhou Xian watched in surprise as Ye Zhiming pulled his hand, holding it in his palm and turning it over and over.

His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he felt that Ye Zhiming's hand was a bit cold, and when his fingertips stroked the wound, he felt like he was on fire.

The wound that had long been a scar seemed to be aching again.

"You, what are you doing?" Zhou Xian asked stammeringly.

"Look." Ye Zhiming sighed, "Why do you have to enter the Tiance Mansion? It would be nice to go to my villa, at least you don't have to suffer these hardships."

Zhou Xian was silent for a moment, "I heard that in the battle of Yangzhou... many people died in the Hidden Sword Villa."

Ye Zhiming paused, and then twisted hard on the back of Zhou Xian's hand.

"Hey!" Zhou Xian withdrew his hand in pain, and was about to say something wrong with Ye Zhiming, but saw that person's eyes were red.

Zhou Xian was taken aback, and hurriedly stood up and ran to Ye Zhiming's side. He rested his hand on the opponent's head for a while, and felt that something was wrong, so he changed his shoulder again, but there was still something wrong. Finally, he half-knelt down and looked up at Ye Zhiming. Ming, anxiously said: "What's wrong? What did I say wrong? Oh... I seem to have said something wrong, I...not..."

Ye Zhiming's eyes were red, but he didn't shed any tears. He looked at Zhou Xian's worried eyes for a while, then shook his head, "You are right, if there is no country, how can there be a home? If you don’t have a place to live, there is no safe place in this world. Wherever you go...it’s the same.”

Zhou Xian boldly grabbed his hand and put it in his own, "...don't be sad, we will win."

"Win... Those who leave can't come back." Ye Zhiming said: "Mu, Brother Linzhi is gone, and Junior Sister Xiaotao, Senior Brother An, Senior Sister Fei... grew up with me and learned together. Wu, the people who protected me since I was a child are all gone."

Zhou Xian couldn't see him like this, he was so distressed that he couldn't breathe. He had suffered many backstabbing and gunshot wounds, but he had never felt such pain.

He held Ye Zhiming's hand tightly, "I will avenge them, I will avenge all the brothers who died."

Ye Zhiming nodded, with a flash of murderous intent in his eyes, "I'm going to chop off An Lushan's head myself!"

Zhou Xian frowned, "I'll cut it for you, you..."

"Why, I haven't seen you for a few years and you think you can beat me now?" Ye Zhiming was unconvinced, "I have reserved An Lushan's head a long time ago!"

Seeing that his face recovered, Zhou Xian heaved a sigh of relief, shook his head and said, "Then you have to line up, there are too many people who want his head."

Ye Zhiming pursed his lips, stared at Zhou Xian for a while, and reached out to pinch his ears.

Zhou Xian froze all over, he felt that all the blood was filling his ears and face.

Ye Zhiming said: "It's amazing, you are not the same as before, but I still think you are the kindest and most reassuring."

Zhou Xianyixi, "Really? Did I make you feel this way?"

Ye Zhiming realized something, and blushed, "Don't get me wrong, I mean that you are finally not that burdensome kid, and you won't be a hindrance to others."

"When did I get in the way of others?" Zhou Xian was helpless, he was still half-kneeling, holding Ye Zhiming's hand, the two were very close to each other, and his words showed a different kind of intimacy.

Ye Zhiming realized the embarrassment belatedly, he silently withdrew his hand, Zhou Xian coughed and stood up.

"I... why don't we fight? Let me see what you are capable of." Ye Zhiming said.

Still referring to the sparring as a fight, Zhou Xian narrowed his eyes, "Okay."

The two found a secluded place and pulled each other apart. Ye Zhiming knew that he might not be able to win when he saw his appearance.

Ye Zhiming calmed down and raised all his attention. The two looked at each other silently for a moment, and Ye Zhiming rushed forward.

Zhou Xian didn't dodge, he dodged his wrist sideways and turned his long-spear to block Ye Zhiming's sword.

The sound of swords and swords colliding was extremely ear-piercing, sparks flashed in an instant, Zhou Xian held a gun in his hand, and did not forget to attack at his feet, Ye Zhiming turned around to dodge, turned his head to Yuquan, Zhou Xian's acupoints were poked by the sword energy, but the corner of his mouth was Make a smile.

"Your style of play has changed." In the past, Ye Zhiming opened up and closed, and never played in such a step-by-step manner.

Ye Zhiming snorted, turned the light sword back into its sheath in his hand, and shot the heavy sword almost at the same time, Xizhao struck with the momentum of thunder, but Zhou Xian suddenly untied his acupoints and dodged to the side before the sword touched him go.

Ye Zhiming was stunned, but Zuiyue was too late to use it. He turned his back to Zhou Xian, and Zhou Xian made a return stab and a Pofeng concealed weapon. The first Pofeng hit the wrist acupuncture point, and his wrist went numb. The epee was released from his hand, and the second Pofeng hit the knee bend, his feet softened and he almost knelt down.

Ye Zhiming rolled his eyes as the long-spear was close to his neck, "Wu Mu, where did you learn this trick?"

"I figured it out myself." Zhou Xian pulled him up, and put his arms around the other's waist slowly, "If you can take it by chance, you won't take it by force."

Ye Zhiming sighed, "I'm old and useless, I can't hold a sword anymore."

Zhou Xian didn't speak, he walked back two steps with his arms around him, and suddenly said, "Your right hand is hurt?"

Ye Zhiming grinned, "You can see that too?"

"The Hidden Sword Villa is named after light swords and heavy swords at will, and the skills are also changed accordingly. How could it be possible to let the sword go easily? This should be the foundation of the foundation. My original intention was to force you to change the direction of the heavy sword. , showing flaws, who knew it would be so easy..." Zhou Xian frowned, "You shouldn't have come."

"It's up to me whether I come or not, but what you say doesn't matter." Ye Zhiming lowered his eyes and looked at his right hand, "It's nothing serious, but one year I fought too hard with others and hurt my muscles and bones. It's a bit of a problem."

Zhou Xian couldn't imagine how Ye Zhiming, who couldn't carry a sword at that time, survived the enemy army, and how much time he spent repairing the wound after that, he suddenly had the urge to strip Ye Zhiming naked How many injuries are still on his body, he wants to know what he has experienced in these years, but is afraid to know.

Zhou Xian's silence didn't attract Ye Zhiming's attention. That's what he said originally. He didn't believe that Zhou Xian was not injured. He went in and out of the battlefield. They both knew that there was no tomorrow. Getting down is all luck, and other things are naturally not extravagant.

The two returned to the tent, Zhou Xian pulled his right hand to look at it, but he didn't see any clues, even the wound was almost invisible, only a faint pink mark.

Zhou Xian's thumb slowly stroked the mark, Ye Zhiming said: "I lost."

Zhou Xian was taken aback, "Do you still hold grudges?"

"It's not about this..." Ye Zhiming stretched out his hand and rubbed Zhou Xian's head, "I said back then that you wouldn't survive the second year of going to the battlefield, but I didn't expect you to grow up so fast and become a general in the blink of an eye."

Zhou Xian rubbed his palm with some fascination, like a docile big dog, "Yes, you lost, I won. Then do I have any reward?"

"Tsk." Ye Zhiming rolled his eyes, and said a little amusedly: "Okay, tell me, there is nothing I can't afford, young master."

you.

want you.

Zhou Xian swallowed the words back, thought for a while and said, "I'll tell you later, I owe you first."

"Hey kid, you're still in a good mood, aren't you?" Ye Zhiming kicked towards him with a smile, Zhou Xian didn't dodge, let him kick into his arms, and stretched out his hand to hold the opponent's ankle.

Ye Zhiming let out another hey, this time the door was higher, Zhou Xian rubbed his feet, let go before the opponent drew his sword and slashed at him, and took a step back.

It happened that He Zhou lifted the curtain and came in, and said carelessly, "Honey, are you up?"

He Zhou didn't stop suddenly, bumped into Zhou Xian's back, covered his nose with an ouch, tears almost fell down.

Ye Zhiming turned his head sideways, "Are you okay?"

"It's something!" He Zhou hates what others do to his face, even if he bumps into it himself!

He covered his nose and stared at Zhou Xian, "What do you want to do, brat! What do you want to do!"

Zhou Xian looked innocent, and felt a little relieved seeing He Zhou's eyes filled with tears.He Zhou covered half of his face, only revealing a pair of slender eyes, which became even more attractive. Zhou Xian was annoyed to death by her, so he turned his eyes away and said slowly, "I'm sorry."

At that moment, He Zhou seemed to see a wolfhound with its tail upright and ears upright, barely showing its fangs.

He Zhou clicked his tongue, walked around him and walked in front of Ye Zhiming, "Have you eaten yet?"

"I've eaten." Ye Zhiming sneered and sneered, seeing how painful he was, he still pulled his hand and leaned over to show him, "Oh, it's a little red, and it seems a little crooked."

He Zhou's hair was about to stand up immediately, "Ye Zhiming! Don't scare me!"

Ye Zhiming laughed hahaha, Zhou Xian looked at their hands holding each other, his heart felt tense, he couldn't hold back after turning around in his stomach a few times, and said, "That...you... ..."

Ye Zhiming smiled and turned to look at him.

Seeing his smile, Zhou Xian didn't have the courage to ask anymore, but seeing He Zhou's staring eyes about to act like a spoiled child, he mustered up his courage again and said, "Can a man and a woman kiss each other?"

Ye Zhiming's smile stiffened, and he paused, "What?"

He Zhou burst out laughing, "He said men and women can't kiss each other."

Ye Zhiming looked at him, "Who?"

"Who else is there?" He Zhou brushed his hair, stood up and walked towards Zhou Xian with his red nose, "Little General, look carefully, who is the girl?"

Zhou Xian was taken aback for a moment, but didn't react, "Huh?"

"Among the three of us, who is the girl?" He Zhou smiled and squeezed his fists, "To tell you the truth, little general, I know you don't like me at first sight, but I actually don't like you either. Although you look good, but..."

He Zhou's voice fell silent, and he rushed forward suddenly. The two swords came out of nowhere, and they approached Zhou Xian's face with a flash of cold light.

Ye Zhiming was startled, "Hey!"

Although He Zhou looks weak, his kung fu is not weak at all, he can even be said to be the best in Xiufang, his sword is really ready to dance, especially when he is angry, Ye Zhiming may not be an opponent .At this time, seeing He Zhou rushing directly, Zhou Xian didn't hold a gun in his hand, and he didn't have any precautions, so he couldn't help but get nervous.

"careful!"