In the days of being a master for the male protagonist

After a long while, Su Qinghuai put down the teacup in his hand, and looked back at Song Guizhou who was beside him; "Why don't you go to rest."

Su Qinghuai was actually quite surprised by Song Guizhou's actions today. To know that Hall Master Zhu can take the position of Hall Master, he must have a certain level of self-cultivation.

He actually dared to step forward to block that blow rashly, this is the rhythm of the little padded jacket changing into a body armor.

The room was a little quiet, and the dimly lit candles danced from time to time.

He waved his hands to Song Guizhou; "Come here..."

Song Guizhou stepped forward obediently, and sat down beside Su Qinghuai naturally, tense and did not speak.

Seeing this, Su Qinghuai immediately grabbed his hand.Sure enough, the two blood-red scars on the top were deeply sunken in the flesh, and he said how could he be completely uninjured by such a heavy blow.

"Don't be so reckless next time, he won't be able to hurt you as a teacher." With such a serious injury, he has survived without saying a word, as if nothing happened.

As he spoke, he took out a bottle of medicated oil from his bosom, and poured it into Song Guizhou's palm, "It hurts a bit, bear with it."

Pressing the slightly cold fingertips on the wound on his palm, he rubbed vigorously, trying to rub away the bruise.

Su Qinghuai rubbed it very slowly, his expression was focused on the wound, he didn't pay any attention to the gaze on him, with a touch of astonishment.

After half a day, he finally rubbed away the blood. Su Qinghuai gently bandaged that hand, then picked up the other hand and began to rub it.

At this time, it was already night, Su Qinghuai usually had a regular schedule, going to bed early and waking up late, he fell asleep at this time on weekdays, and Song Guizhou was also a dull gourd, he didn't say a word, so he was a bit bored when he was so quiet sleepy.

Supporting his cheek with one hand, rubbing the bruise step by step with the other hand, he yawned profusely after a while... The wet eyes were a little red.

In the morning, the sun shines into the house.

Su Qinghuai woke up naturally from sleep, he rubbed his dry eyes, looked at the top of the bed in the inn, but couldn't react for a while.

I got up and sat on the edge of the bed in a daze for a while, and then I realized that I first glanced at the bed under me, and then at the empty room.

"Huh?" Wasn't he rubbing blood on the little apprentice last night? How could he sleep on the bed?

Before he had time to think about it, Song Guizhou's voice sounded outside the door; "Master, are you awake?"

"Well, come in."

Su Qinghuai cleaned up briefly, and Song Guizhou had already opened the door and walked in, holding a simple porridge and side dishes.

Put the tray in your hand on the table, "Master, let's eat something."

He remembered that Xia Yu said that Master didn't like bigu, so he specially asked the inn to make some light ones.

Su Qinghuai glanced at the food on the table. In fact, he was not hungry, nor did he have much appetite, but Song Guizhou should have gotten up early to prepare it.

It's not easy to refuse.

Song Guizhou saw that he was still not moving; "Master, don't you like it?"

"No, I like it very much."

Su Qinghuai was also unwilling to take away his kindness, so she simply sat down and ate less, maybe it was because she hadn't eaten for a long time, but the taste was actually quite good.

"What you eat?"

After putting down the bowls and chopsticks, he asked casually, only to see Song Guizhou shook his head, then sat down directly, used the clean bowls and chopsticks, filled another bowl of porridge and began to eat.

Soon, Song Guizhou put away the bowls and chopsticks, and then handed Su Qinghuai something.

"This is?"

Su Qinghuai looked at the moist white jade pendant in his hand, feeling a little puzzled.

Song Guizhou told him, "I got this from the man in black five years ago."

The man in black took Song Guizhou abducted. He did not resist at that time, but quietly found this from him.

Su Qinghuai carefully looked at the jade pendant in his hand, why did he have a feeling of deja vu, "Why didn't you say it then?"

"Master retreated as soon as he came back, and the disciples didn't have time, so they forgot about it later, and only remembered it yesterday."

Song Guizhou pointed to the crane totem above, "Does Master recognize the totem above?"

"It looks familiar, but I can't remember it."

Su Qinghuai always felt that he had seen this totem somewhere, but he couldn't remember it. The more urgent his heart became, the more he couldn't remember it. In the end, his head burst into pain.

"Master! Don't think about it, let's find it slowly."

Su Qinghuai's face was pale, and there was fine sweat on his forehead, and he was afraid for a while after hearing the words, why did he think about the past memories uncontrollably.

Fortunately, Song Guizhou's voice pulled him back.

The other party's face was also a little ugly, Su Qinghuai felt a little embarrassed seeing this, and quickly waved his hands; "It's okay, it's okay, don't worry."

"Master, what's wrong with your memory?"

Su Qinghuai himself had doubts about this, otherwise how could he explain that the previous memories in his mind were all blank, but he still shook his head.

Song Guizhou went down, and told Su Qinghuai to rest well, and then set off back after the rest.

It's just that he didn't have time to take a good rest, and the sect sent a letter to call them back, but Su Qinghuai couldn't rest, and they immediately set off and hurried back.

Cangwu Peak, in the main hall.

When Su Qinghuai and the others arrived, there were already many people inside, and the overall atmosphere was a bit deep and depressing.

Standing in the main hall with a cold face was Ji Hanxiao, different from the seriousness before, it seemed that he was really angry.

There are still a few people I haven't seen, but judging from their clothes, they should be members of the Broken Star Sword Sect. There is a dead body in the center of the hall, and the white cloth covering it is raised high.

Inexplicably, Su Qinghuai had a bold guess in his heart, he lowered his eyelids calmly, and stopped in front of the hall; "Master..."

Yu Gu and the others were also standing behind him, Ji Hanxiao glanced at them coldly, his expression worried.

"This is Elder Mo of the Broken Star Sword Sect."

Hearing the words, Su Qinghuai looked at the man and nodded slightly, but the man was not easy to talk, just like the previous Hall Master Zhu, he snorted coldly.

"Qing Huai, you know your mistake."

Ji Hanxiao's voice was slightly cold, just like him, cold and ungrateful.

Su Qinghuai didn't know what he was referring to, if it was about that matter, he didn't think he was wrong; "Qinghuai...don't know."

Having said that, Elder Mo quit in an instant, and he sneered coldly, "Well, you Qinghong Sword Sect, you don't know what you did when you killed someone, that's how you teach your disciples."

"Elder Mo be careful, you can eat and talk indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately. When did this deity kill someone and who did he kill?"

Su Qinghuai's complexion also darkened, and he glanced at the other party coldly, although he already knew in his heart who that was on the ground.

Seeing that he still refused to admit it, Elder Mo felt a little anxious, and was about to explode when Ji Hanxiao stopped him; "The Master Zhu of the Broken Star Sword Sect is dead. He died after you left."

From this point of view, no one seemed to believe that he didn't kill him.

Su Qinghuai roughly guessed what Ji Hanxiao meant, and felt a little cold in his heart; "I didn't kill him, he was still alive and well when he left."

"So many pairs of eyes are watching, you say you didn't kill it? Master Ji, you have to give us an explanation."

Elder Mo didn't seem to want to talk nonsense with Su Qinghuai anymore, so he turned to face Ji Hanxiao.

"We will investigate this matter clearly. It's better for Elder Mo not to jump to conclusions."

Ji Hanxiao glanced at the latter with cold eyes, and meeting those cold eyes, Elder Mo felt a little palpitated, opened his mouth, and finally just let out a cold snort.