Luo Yan Hu does not return

It was the first time in two years that he was brought back to sleep, and there was still a few scents of meat lingering in front of his nose, Feng Qinghuan got up lazily, seeing Xue Yan's busy back in the distance, it was even more inexplicably comfortable.

The two sat down separately, Feng Qinghuan picked out a piece of lean meat and gave it to Xue Yan, and said cautiously: "Brother, do you really think that my swordsmanship is impeccable, enough to deal with Master?"

Xue Yan rolled his eyes at Feng Qinghuan, and continued to concentrate on eating. After a while, he got up and took away the plates and bamboo chopsticks on the table. Feng Qinghuan quickly picked up the bottom of the bowl, chased after Xue Yan and said: " Since it's still too far away, I'm going out now and won't be coming back tonight."

Xue Yan paused, and said sharply: "You dare!" The ominous blush on his face was faintly visible, Feng Qinghuan hurriedly said: "I'm just talking for fun, I don't intend to really go, senior brother, don't be in a hurry fire."

Xue Yan stroked his chest, then bent down, picked up the medicine stove on the ground, poured a bowl of viscous medicine soup, walked back to Feng Qinghuan in two steps, and said expressionlessly: "Drink it while it's hot."

Feng Qinghuan had a reluctance on his face, and seeing Xue Yan's lowered eyebrows and cold eyes, he had no choice but to accept it in the palm of his hand resentfully.As a wealthy businessman, Feng Mingyan usually has people from all walks of life come to visit, bringing various high-quality medicinal materials such as Baoshen and Ganoderma lucidum. I can't feel the bitterness, so I drank it in one gulp.

"Senior brother, I haven't tasted such a delicious soup. What kind of treasure did my senior stew, can you tell me a little bit?" Xue Yan said angrily: "You have to have the patience to stew medicine, now Go out and sweep the yard."

Xue Yan never urges people after a meal, and always allows half an hour for digestion. Feng Qinghuan took the broom from behind the door and shouted happily: "Okay!"

Waiting for Feng Qinghuan to come back, he was startled by the sound of Xue Yan washing and sharpening his sword, "Brother, what are you doing? It's so loud, I heard it in the backyard."

"There isn't a single household in a radius of ten miles. They brought chickens and dogs... Fortunately, I prepared an extra one for you earlier. If this is Chengying, Master must have broken your dog's paw."

"Oh, if it's Chengying, I'm sure I'd be too rare to use it, so I'm not willing to go to the trouble. It's all my brother's stinginess... I'll do the job myself. My brother has delicate skin and tender flesh, so I can't stand it."

"Stop talking nonsense, it's rare for so many people to spend all their wealth on this sword, but you're good, it's not rare at all, I should have taught you the master's methods long ago—"

Feng Qinghuan couldn't hold back, and interrupted: "Senior Brother, you said back that Master is powerful, he wanders around all year round, so he doesn't have the leisure to practice martial arts, what if he oversteps his limits and hurts the old man? "

Xue Yan snorted coldly, "Okay, just keep a few hands, and then you will be beaten away by the master, and the girl Axin will stay in Erma Village, waiting for no one to see you, and broadcast your reputation as a heartless man to the world , to see how you still gain a foothold in the rivers and lakes."

"Hey...Brother, when did I mention about A Xin? Didn't you meet someone behind my back?"

"Nonsense, the last time you sneaked out to drink, you shook it out yourself, so don't pin it on me."

Feng Qinghuan pressed the back of his head and pondered for a while, and put on a look of sudden realization. Xue Yan was unmoved, and said coldly: "You stand upright first, and we'll talk when I'm busy here."

"Hey." Feng Qinghuan responded in a muffled voice, Xue Yan dropped the hilt of his sword, and kicked him hard on his calf, "I haven't finished practicing the exercises I mentioned, but my skin is itchy?"

Feng Qinghuan walked unhurriedly, and muttered to himself: "If I hadn't let you, you wouldn't have been able to beat me, and you'd have to push yourself too hard, it's just—"

"What are you yelling about, don't let me hear you?" Xue Yan grabbed Feng Qinghuan's clothes violently, caught off guard by this gesture, Feng Qinghuan fell to the ground, and said with a playful smile: "Brother, you are well dressed today, you should go out to collect flowers and plants. "

Xue Yan was about to explode, but seeing Feng Qinghuan's sudden change of expression, he could only forcefully suppress his anger, "Just stand here, I'll keep an eye on it, if you dare to walk a little bit of God, I will immediately discount your dog legs."

"Legs are legs, what's the point of adding the word dog?" After Feng Qinghuan complained, he really stood still, put away his joking look, and his eyes were dark.

Xue Yan polished the blade a few times, and handed it back to Feng Qinghuan with the hilt instead, "Steady your foot and don't move, stab me between the eyebrows."

Usually worried about Xue Yan's wheezing, Feng Qinghuan not only dared not do anything, but also restrained his temperament, so as not to make Xue Yan extremely angry. It is really difficult for him to use his sword at Xue Yan at this moment.

"You don't even dare to hit me. Master will come in a few days. Is it true that you still have a hand and let that Axin girl wait for the rest of her life?"

Feng Qinghuan hesitated for a moment, then looked at Xue Yan's fearless expression, then made up his mind, flipped out the blade, and stabbed towards Xue Yan. Inch, not even a hair touched.

Xue Yan was always coiled in the corner of the two-foot-square wall, Feng Qinghuan couldn't find a reason to criticize, he could only complain that he was not quick enough, couldn't help but lift his heels a little, and was immediately overturned by Xue Yan's kick.

"Come again!" Feng Qinghuan brushed off the ashes from his clothes, and started fighting intently. After two hours, both of them were sweating profusely. , Xue Yan could not help but smile wryly.

"That's it for today, go back to the house and rest."

Feng Qinghuan raised his sword eyebrows, and said in a startled voice: "That's it, I obviously—"

"Hurry up and get in the house and wipe off your sweat. You practiced too hard in the previous battle and hurt your heart and lungs. You have been resting and less tired these days. I'll go and see how your medicated diet is doing."

Xue Yan walked in a hurry, Feng Qinghuan stretched out his hand enough, and the general was half a cent short, thinking that he was not tired at all, but he knew Xue Yan's temper, he didn't dare to be rebellious, and his head was confused He walked a few steps slowly, then lay down on the couch.

"Brother, this... is too good. He said that I hurt my heart and lungs, why didn't I notice it at all?" After a while, Feng Qinghuan became sleepy and lowered his eyelashes a little bit, but he didn't know that it was the start of the previous medicinal diet. effect, causing him lethargy and fatigue.

For ten consecutive days, Feng Qinghuan only woke up for four or five hours. Thinking of the battle post that Sun Deng handed over to Xue Yan, he couldn't help feeling a little flustered. Said: "Senior brother, my illness...is it getting worse?"

Xue Yan laughed dryly, and jokingly said, "How do you say it?"

"I've been exhausted recently, and I'm thirsty and sleepy. I've drank so much medicinal food, but I haven't recovered at all. Is it because I'm dying of illness, and the medicine is useless?"

"You're going to get better soon, why are you still talking about frustration?"

The astonishment on Feng Qinghuan's face made Xue Yan laugh again and again, Feng Qinghuan hadn't seen Xue Yan's relaxed expression for a long time, and felt that the clouds had cleared up for a while, and let go of the big stone in his heart.

"Forget it, you can practice in the courtyard later, and I will help you disassemble a few styles of Master's... By the way, let's go to the Wind Cicada Valley tomorrow to break the barrier you mentioned, and see Can we go up to another level in time?"

Feng Qinghuan patted his chest, and embraced Xue Yan excitedly, "If brother Qingxuan treated me so well, I would definitely not want to leave home."

"Why, I have worked so hard for so long, and finally touched your hard heart?"

"Didn't I tell my senior brother that no one at home welcomes me? If my senior brother hadn't been patient, I might be living elsewhere now, being a cow and a horse at the mercy of others. The previous run-on when I was ignorant will only be able to do it in the future." Bit by bit it made up for it."

Xue Yan sighed helplessly, "I'm not a girl, I just rely on coaxing... I have time to tidy up my bedroom, don't keep fooling people with these lies, you hear me?"

Feng Qinghuan responded, and couldn't wait to walk to the center of the courtyard, turning over and sweeping the sword with only one move, as if he already had the courage to sweep the mountains and rivers, the few occasional blockages before were all broken by Xue Yan, the ten moves were closely connected, closed Let it go, it's natural.

However, Xue Yan was holding on to his chest all the time. Feng Qinghuan's previous madness made him linger in his heart, and he didn't dare to relax. Alright, put away your sword."

Hearing that Feng Qinghuan should be clear, Xue Yanan took a few steps forward, put on a sweat-wiping scarf, waited for Feng Qinghuan to wipe it off a few times, took a breath, and then put his hand on his wrist again.

"What, is it all right?" Xue Yan's expression was still indifferent at first, but after this statement, it suddenly turned sharply, Feng Qinghuan was at a loss and said: "I...don't make it again?"

It took Xue Yan a while to realize that he withdrew his hand on Feng Qinghuan's wrist, and trembled a few times involuntarily. No matter how much Feng Qinghuan looked at him, he still felt that the calmness on Xue Yan's face was extremely forced, and said quietly: "Brother, Qinghuan's father doesn't love his mother or his mother, he will die when he dies, there is no need to worry about it."

Xue Yan couldn't hold back, and slapped Feng Qinghuan with his hands, and said sharply: "Who did you save your life for? I don't care about it, who cares about you?"

Feng Qinghuan murmured: "Brother, I'm not—"

"Let's gossip, I just watched you practicing swords, and I found another flaw. I think it's impossible for Master not to see it. Go back to the house and get a few thick outer robes. Let's go to Wind Cicada Valley now, there is no delay."

Feng Qinghuan didn't dare to hesitate, hurried back to the bedroom, lifted the cover of the collapsed wooden box, and turned it over while thinking: "When I put the sword back into the sheath just now, my elder brother smiled clearly, why did you put this one on?" The pulse is not working? Could it be that my illness is harmful, and once someone notices it, it will become a weakness? But he also said that it is a flaw in the sword technique, after all—”

Feng Qinghuan was thinking about it, when he suddenly heard the sound of cups and bowls shattering, he hurriedly stopped what he was doing, turned around and shouted: "Brother!"