The villain is ill

When Chu Mo brought Qing Tang back to his residence, Qing Chuan was walking out in a hurry. He happened to bump into Chu Mo, and he let out a long breath, "Mo Mo, I see that you have been out for an hour, and you are just about to come to find you. Wet?" He stretched out his hand to support Qingtang, "What's wrong with Qingtang? Is he all right?"

"I fainted." Chu Mo said, "Go in first."

"Okay." Qingchuan hurriedly closed the door, and together with Chu Mo helped Qingtang into the house.

Putting Qingtang on the bed, Chu Mo said: "Qingchuan, I'm going to change clothes, you help Qingtang tidy up."

Qing Chuan nodded, "Okay, is his injury serious?"

"I gave him medicine for wounds just now, and his normal activities will not be hindered. Just don't move his cultivation for the time being, and he will recover after half a year of recuperation." Chu Mo responded, "You should be able to wake up tomorrow morning."

"Okay, I see, you go, I will help him change his clothes and wipe his body." Qing Chuan said.

"Well, I'll change my clothes later and come to help you."

Hearing what Chu Mo said, Qing Chuan hurriedly stopped him, "No need, I can be busy, I will come to you after I take care of him, and you tell me what's going on."

Almost being pushed out of the room by Qingchuan, Chu Mo was a little puzzled, and then turned back to the room.

After changing his clothes and drying his hair, before Qing Chuan came over, Chu Mo sat by the bed and took out the sword and wiped it again.

"Knock knock."

"Ink."

The knock on the door was accompanied by Qingchuan's voice.

"Please come in." Chu Mo put away his sword.

Qing Chuan opened the door and came in, and at a glance, he saw Chu Mo sitting on the head of the bed in a white tunic, his long hair that was always tied up was loose, softening the heroic spirit between his brows, adding a sense of indisputable charm.

Seeing Qingchuan standing there in a daze, Chu Mo called out, "Qingchuan?"

Hearing Chu Mo's cry, Qing Chuan hurriedly restrained his mind, raised the half-inch-high threshold twice before stepping in, and walked in front of Chu Mo, his heart beating like a drum, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

Despite the factor of candlelight, Qing Chuan's face was too red, and his eyes were too shy to look directly at Chu Mo.

Chu Mo is not blind, and with Jin Feng's reminder before, he naturally understands what's going on, but this is not what he wants to see.

Standing up and brushing his hair up, Chu Mo greeted as usual, "Please sit down."

Qing Chuan hurriedly responded, and sat down on the stool, but because he was not in the right mind, he almost sat down on the ground, staggered a bit before he sat down firmly.

Chu Mo gave a general description of what Xu Changkong said about Xiaoxiang Village just now. Of course, he didn't mention the Chu family and the book wearer. He only said that Xiexiu wanted to revive his wife.

His tone was calm, and Qing Chuan gradually regained his calm from Chu Mo's description. He would not doubt Chu Mo, and he was even more happy to hear Xu Changkong's end in the end. Better to die."

"That's right, I just hope he can live a few more days." Chu Mo said with a smile.

Qing Chuan's face turned red again just after returning to normal, "Yes, yes."

Chu Mo just pretended that he didn't see Qing Chuan's face, "When Qing Tang wakes up tomorrow, I'll trouble you to tell him. This matter is over here, and I still have some personal matters to deal with, so I won't be walking with you from now on."

"Ah?" Unexpectedly, Chu Mo would leave suddenly, Qing Chuan was a little caught off guard, and wanted to ask Chu Mo what he was doing, but remembered that he said it was a private matter just now, and under all kinds of entanglements, he had to ask: "Don't wait for Qingtang to wake up before leaving? "

"No, just talk to him tomorrow, he will know." Chu Mo said, "It's getting late, you should rest earlier."

Seeing that Chu Mo said so, Qing Chuan couldn't stay any longer, so he had to stand up and walk out. After taking a few steps, he hesitated and said, "Mo Mo, I..."

"Huh?" Chu Mo raised his head, just in time to interrupt Qing Chuan's words, "What?"

Qing Chuan looked at Chu Moyi's clear and calm eyes like when he was young, and suddenly felt a basin of cold water pouring down on him, and after a while he smiled and said, "It's okay, I just want to say goodbye to you."

Chu Mo also smiled back, nodded and said, "Well, goodbye."

The next morning, the torrential rain that had rained all night finally stopped, the water on the eaves was dripping, and the swallows hiding under the eaves fluttered out to look for food.

Just as Chu Mo said, when the first ray of morning light appeared in the east, Qingtang woke up, and he sat on the bed with a pale face, listening to Qingchuan repeating what Chu Mo said last night.

Finally Qing Chuan said: "He said he has a private matter to deal with, so go ahead and ask me to talk to you, you will naturally understand."

Qingtang's eyes were a little straightened, and he smiled for a while, "Yes. Pack up, let's go."

"So what's going on?" Qing Chuan was a little dissatisfied, "You all are secretive, and you don't know what you have to say."

Qing Tang was getting up to change clothes, when he heard Qing Chuan complaining, he paused and said, "You just need to know that in Mo Mo's heart, we are always Hua Qin Hua Dong."

Qingchuan scratched the back of his head, not understanding what Qingtang meant, "Aren't we Huaqin Huadong?" What difference can there be?

Suddenly Qing Chuan had a flash of inspiration, thinking of the sentence that was interrupted last night, his eyes gradually dimmed, yes, he was so obvious, even a fool could see that Chu Mo was so smart, how could he not know.

Leaving in such a hasty manner was probably not because of the urgency of the matter, but simply to avoid suspicion.

Seeing Qingchuan figured it out, Qingtang smiled, "Let's go."

Qing Chuan said: "Then can I still talk to Mo Mo in the future?"

"Didn't I tell you? In Momo's heart, we have always been the same as before." Qingtang smiled, "Of course we can talk to him."

They and Chu Mo can be friends, brothers, or any character, but they will never become Taoist companions.Qingtang read Chu Mo's intention carefully, and smiled.

The stubborn child grew up and became a gentle person, even tactfully refusing.

But why is he not reconciled?

Half a year later, in Beijiacheng, it was just dawn.

In Chengnan Teahouse, the storyteller was impassioned downstairs, and the small second floor shuttled up and down to deliver tea.

On the second floor, by the window, several people in different clothes formed a table, drinking tea and chatting.

The butcher said: "A major event happened to the He family in the north of the city, do you know?"

The fortune-telling old man snorted: "Then the He family is not a family of cultivation? Do you know what happened to them? What happened?"

The butcher gave him a white look, "You old man, don't you always tell fortunes? You know astronomy and geography, so why don't you do the math? I know you're just pretending to be a ghost."

The fortune-teller chuckled, "I can only count ordinary people, I can't count those gods accurately, tell me quickly."

The scholar said, "Brother, hurry up and talk about it."

The butcher took a sip of his tea and lowered his voice: "I have a brother who is on duty at the He family. He usually sends in some pork, mutton and fish. Last night at five o'clock he sent the meat in. After knocking on the door for a long time, no one answered. It didn’t close, I went in boldly, and found the servant lying on the ground inside, he thought he was dead at first, but was scared to death, and then found out that he was asleep.”

The fortune-teller said: "What's the matter? There are so many servants who are lazy and sleepy, what's so strange?"

"Oh, it's not too late for you to listen to me, old man, why do you talk so much?" The butcher said impatiently, "Do you still want to listen?"

The scholar hurriedly calmed down, "Brother, you continue to talk."

Then the butcher continued, "My brother yelled a few times, and those servants were clearly snoring, but they all seemed to have fallen asleep, and none of them woke up. He thought about sending things to the He family for so many years, and never Having seen what his parents look like, I want to take advantage of this moment to see how this cultivation family is different from ordinary families."

"I think he wants to go in and steal things while everyone is asleep," the fortune teller interjected.

The butcher was furious, his face was trembling, his eyes were turned, and he was about to hit with his fist, "You old man is so rude, how can you speculate on my brother like this?"

The fortune-teller hurriedly dodged the punch, "Yes, yes, the little old man was rude, sorry, sorry."

"Hmph." Seeing his apology, the butcher put away his fists and sat down again, "You're smart."

"Brother, what's next?" the scholar said.

"Then my brother entered the ancestral hall, guess what he saw?" The butcher looked around with a cautious expression.

The scholar and the fortune-teller also became nervous and asked together: "What is it?"

"The Patriarch of the He family was covered in blood, and was nailed to the ancestor's tablet with a sword." The butcher clicked his tongue at this point, "I heard that the blood flowed all over the place, and it was still hot. The scene was very miserable. I The brother was scared out of his wits and ran out to carry the meat back home."

Suangua took a deep breath, "Remember Danrou, your brother is courageous enough. Only the Patriarch of the He family was killed? What about the others?"

"How did he know this? He said that when he saw the body of the Patriarch of the He family, his soul was gone, so how dare he stay there for a long time." The butcher said: "The burden must be taken back, otherwise the He family will look into it later. .”

"I said that your brother must have gone in to steal things, and you still quibble, don't do anything wrong, what are you afraid they will investigate?" said the fortune-teller giggling.

The scholar said: "What kind of enmity did the He family have?"

The butcher cast a fortune-telling glance before shaking his head, "How can we ordinary people know this?"

The three who were talking in low voices did not notice that a swordsman in black at the table next to him quietly got up and left.

This person is none other than Chu Shen. After he came out of the secret realm of the South China Sea, he returned to Qingchenzong. He wanted to confront Chu Xin, but he was surrounded by disciples as soon as he arrived at the sect. A colleague who entered the secret realm with him, they are righteous and firm, and they are sure that he is a traitor.

Since he was said to be a traitor, he rebelled.

Fortunately, although there were many people back then, none of them were highly cultivated. At the price of serious injuries, except for Chu Xin who was injured and escaped, Chu Shen slaughtered all his former colleagues present.

After that, he fled all the way, and only arrived at Beijia City today.

He restored Yang Jinxiu's memory, so he naturally knew what the He family was. However, He Jing was stabbed to death by the protagonist until the end of the plot, but here it was nearly a hundred years earlier.

However, he does not doubt that Chu Mo did not do this, because in the plot, He Jing was also nailed to the ancestral tablet by Chu Mo with a sword.

Death looks exactly the same.

Oops.

Thinking of this, Chu Shen couldn't help speeding up his pace and walked towards the north of the city.