Luo Yan Hu does not return

Time flies, spring and autumn are two times suddenly, and it is another year of falling flowers.

Xue Yan was leaning against the doorpost in a daze, the wooden lacquered ear cup was half tilted by his hand, and the wine dripped all over the floor.

"Senior brother, why are you dozing here again? Look what I brought—" Feng Qinghuan was holding two hares in his hand, a little blood was faintly visible on the heel of his palm.

Xue Yan cut off Feng Qinghuan's palm and looked at it for a while, seeing that the blood was not caused by a scratch, he let go and murmured: "Didn't I tell you before I left that Master will come in a few days...how can you be so thoughtful?" Grinding fee?"

"Senior brother, your wheezing is getting worse and worse, and you don't remember to put on the jacket on the couch. Could it be that you are already confused."

"You're so old-fashioned, the porridge is ready, drink it yourself, don't mess up the bowl."

"Hey." Feng Qinghuan said, picking up the wine cup on the ground, the smell of medicine was extremely pungent, which disturbed him, and then he stretched out his hand to stroke Xue Yan's forehead, "Brother, last time your typhoid fever still hurts." If you haven’t raised it well, why don’t you lie down in the house?”

Fortunately, the blood on Xue Yan's face turned much brighter than before, and when Feng Qinghuan wanted to hang him on his back, he resisted much stronger, so he said with a little reassurance: "Brother, let's go into the house .”

Xue Yan waved his hand and said, "I'm not hungry, I'll have a rest later, come out to make gestures, and I'll pick you up again."

"Senior brother, don't worry, I didn't delay for a long time except sleeping and eating and walking back and forth... Uh, let's chat separately—"

Xue Yan interrupted in a cold voice: "You haven't been with Master for a few days, so you don't know the old man's methods. Even if you have figured out the water-stopping state thoroughly, you must not be careless."

Feng Qinghuan walked into the house resentfully, and when he walked back to the courtyard, it was completely dark, Xue Yan straightened up half leaning against the wall, his lips were still white, Feng Qinghuan could see clearly, and murmured: "Senior Brother , the sky is getting dark right now, and you can’t see clearly, you haven’t recovered well, or tomorrow—”

Xue Yan sternly said impatiently: "Who knows if you've been slacking off during the few days I've been recuperating? Stop talking nonsense and take out your sword."

Feng Qinghuan nodded, and quickly took out Chengying from the house, just in time for Bo Yun to leave, the moon was on a branch, Xue Yan leaned back against the tree trunk, his eyes were bright, more elegant than before.

Feng Qinghuan was halfway there when he suddenly froze. Xue Yan sat for a long time and was about to get up to look for someone. Seeing Feng Qinghuan's burning eyes, his heart skipped a beat. Why are you staring at me blankly?"

"I'm thinking, what kind of girl is worthy of Senior Brother—" Feng Qinghuan was hit by a stone in his knee before he finished speaking.

Xue Yan had been rectifying her for two years, and most of Feng Qinghuan's outspoken problems had gone away, but under the circumstances, he couldn't help but offend her, "Senior brother, you have also reached the age to marry a wife and have children. , What I’m talking about is a serious matter, why are you covering it up?”

Xue Yan straightened his face and remained silent, Feng Qinghuan got a wink, quickly bent his knees and jumped, landing in the middle of the courtyard.

Feng Qinghuan's sword art points to the sky, his air pierces like a rainbow, and then he steps forward like a swimming dragon, flipping and leaping, his clothes fluttering in the wind, like falling clouds.

He was originally a dignified young man, all his moves were chic and smooth, but the more Xue Yan looked at him, the more weird he felt, he picked up a stone from his foot and kicked Feng Qinghuan's wrist.

"Senior brother, is my swordplay not good?" Feng Qinghuan stepped on the floating clouds and walked leisurely in the courtyard, then turned around in the air, connecting with the previous movement, Xue Yan shouted coldly: "It's been so long In the past, you just learned the moves of these rouge daughters, and..."

Feng Qinghuan scolded lightly, and jokingly said: "This is the world-famous Jinghong Dance, it's rare, why can't senior brother look down on you?"

Xue Yan was so angry that his shoulders trembled, "You bastard... you still have time to go out to meet girls and practice your swordsmanship into such a nondescript appearance, I, I—"

Xue Yan's face was flushed, Feng Qinghuan hurriedly surrounded him, and said calmly, "Senior brother, I was just playing around just now, I have never been lazy recently, let's go back and drink the medicine first, wait I'll make gestures when I come out later."

Xue Yan glared angrily, tugging at Feng Qinghuan's collar tightly, apparently unwilling to let go.

"Hey, senior brother sit down first, I'll just make gestures." Feng Qinghuan carefully helped Xue Yan back to the original place, and walked a few steps under the moon, with a touch of heroic spirit on his brows, Xue Yan finally With a long sigh of relief, he looked at it intently.

Feng Qinghuan withdrew the fancy tricks before, and only did some sharp hacks and slashes, his momentum was no longer loose and weak as in the past.Even though there is no opponent to dismantle, Xue Yan's heart is gradually relieved by the vigorous sword wind, and gradually he has a little interest in watching.

After about a stick of incense, Feng Qinghuan was sweating profusely, but there was still no sign of exhaustion, Xue Yan stood up suddenly, and shouted: "Qinghuan, you don't need to practice any more, let's rest."

Xue Yan intentionally controlled the volume of his voice, for fear of disturbing Feng Qinghuan's mind. He didn't want Feng Qinghuan to practice like crazy, so he couldn't hear it, so he had to drink again and again, "Qinghuan, Qinghuan—"

After drinking several times, Feng Qinghuan was still ignorant, Xue Yan couldn't see Feng Qinghuan's face clearly, the long sword flew away, and he couldn't get in at all, panicked for a while, and walked around a few feet away several times.

"Being so dazed, what can I do to save him..." Xue Yanji walked back into the house, searched and searched, rummaged and rummaged, and finally managed to find a few incense candles that calm the nerves and reassure him, and before he could light them, Feng Qinghuan rushed forward with absent-minded eyes, almost stabbing Xue Yan's eyebrow.

"Qinghuan, be more sober, I'm your elder brother." Chengying stuck on the door frame, Feng Qinghuan pulled out three or five times, tried his best, but still couldn't pull out the sword, Xue Yan took the opportunity to slap the sword, Chopping on the Fengchi acupoint, Feng Qinghuan fell down in response, and was flattened by Xue Yanping on the ground.

Feng Qinghuan frowned, Xue Yan checked his pulse, hugged him on the couch, and was about to walk back to the atrium, when he heard a murmur, "Brother, Qinghuan is not lazy, never has been lazy... "

With the bright moon hanging high in the sky, Xue Yan felt more and more depressed, and he took the medicinal wine he brewed and drank it.

"If I hadn't ignored him, how could I have made him into what he is now...Master will come out of the mountain in half a month, when Qinghuan has fallen into a lower position, and after that he will ask the Taoist scriptures, and there is no possibility of fulfilling his promise... In the future Swordsmanship, whether to practice or not—”

Xue Yan drank too much and suddenly coughed continuously. He struggled for a while while clutching his collar, and suddenly a warm current came from his back, "Senior brother, don't call me for drinking in the middle of the night, look—it's just retribution."

Xue Yan regained his breath, grabbed Feng Qinghuan's hand pouring the wine, and said: "This is medicinal wine, you didn't drink it, go back and lie down on the bed."

Feng Qinghuan stabilized the wine jar, squatted down beside Xue Yan, hesitated for a while before saying: "Brother...Did I just lose my mind again? Didn't break anything?"

Xue Yan only felt a throbbing pain in his heart, and he responded after a long time: "You have practiced hard for the past few days, you should take a good rest first."

"But what is wrong with the practice, the senior brother can't see it, and it's hard to explain it to me?"

"Martial arts practice is about combining work and rest. You have made a lot of progress in the past two years, and the master can't imagine it. It's good to rest for a few days and build up enough strength for the day of the duel...the chances of winning are great."

Feng Qinghuan glanced sideways, and found a lingering sense of melancholy hidden in Xue Yan's eyes, and then said in a deep voice: "Brother, if Qinghuan disappoints you, just say it, the worst is to die and die." Put in a few days of hard work, and when the time comes, you will win or lose, just resign yourself to fate, and leave no regrets."

"Why don't you always believe what Senior Brother said? Right now, your swordsmanship is indeed mastered. It is more than enough to deal with twenty princes. From tomorrow onwards, don't go to that Wind Cicada Valley anymore, just stay at home. Let me give you a few pointers, and I will guarantee that Master will suffer a big fall when the time comes, okay?"

There is still an unopened gateway in the valley, Feng Qinghuan was about to explain, but was stunned by the word "home" that came out of nowhere, nodded hurriedly, and was dragged to the couch by Xue Yan in a daze.

"Senior Brother has always disliked... how come you hugged me today—" Xue Yan put one hand on Feng Qinghuan's shoulder, and the hug became tighter and tighter, making Feng Qinghuan a little out of breath.

The two gradually stuck together tightly, Feng Qinghuan thought a lot, and thought to himself: "Could it be that the medicinal wine has been spoiled... or is it too cold tonight, leaning on me to keep warm?" Feng Qinghuan's head was pressed by Xue Yan Around the neck, I felt more and more suffocated, and couldn't help but whispered: "Senior Brother, Senior Brother?"

"Qinghuan, it's all the elder brother's fault, it made you suffer..." Xue Yan couldn't stop muttering to himself, the more Feng Qinghuan heard it, the more surprised he became: "What did he really do to apologize to me... Thinking, dreaming at night?"

Xu Shi was too tired from tossing and tossing during the day, Xue Yan's arms would not let go even though his mood was difficult to calm down, Feng Qinghuan still fell asleep unconsciously, and it was dawn in the blink of an eye.

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother?" Feng Qinghuan yelled a few times, Xue Yan was still tightly circled, struggling completely, "Senior Brother, relax, I want to relieve myself—"

This sound really worked, Xue Yan's arm softened a lot, Feng Qinghuan just slid out, was about to spit secretly, then looked at Xue Yan's neat sleeping face, suddenly swept away all resentment, and stood outside the door After a while, he quickly returned to the couch.

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Ahhhhh, I made up a report, but I still haven't caught up, so I came to see you...