[Wearing the Book] I and the male lead are innocent!

Xie Yunshu's dark eyes shone with a little starlight, he suddenly stopped the movement of his hands, and the inner demon lingering in the demonic energy shrank back as if encountering a formidable enemy.

He clenched the hilt of the sword, took a deep breath, calmed down the anxiety in his heart, and looked down at Zhang Wu.

Zhang Wu's eyeballs were almost protruding, and the corner of his mouth was dripping with blood, staring at the young master of the Xi family.

With the tip of the sword drawn away from his eyes, Xie Yunshu threw back the blood on the sword, his gaze was utterly cold, and he stared at Zhang Wu.

"Tell me about Elder Tianji and the Xi family."

Waking up in the morning, Xiao Zimu worriedly called Xie Yunshu again with the jade token, but this time it was the same as last night, only the light was on for a while, and no sound came out.

Three days had passed, but Xie Yunshu showed no sign of returning.

Xiao Zimu was a little discouraged. Xie Yunshu's heart was always scarred by the wrongdoing of the Xi family. Once he embarked on this road of revenge, he seemed to be no longer attached to anything, and he couldn't find any trace of the other party.

Lonely, Xiao Zimu put the jade token into the storage pouch. After washing and eating, he took the wooden sword and went to see Chu Qiuwan.

In the early morning light, Chu Qiuwan stood outside the cave and waited for Xiao Zimu. The golden light of the first sun coated his outline with a layer of gold, like a towering green pine standing on a thousand-foot wall.

Xiao Zimu walked to Chu Qiuwan's side, bowed and saluted, "Master."

Chu Qiuwan heard the voice and turned to look at Xiao Zimu.

The light of the sun fell on the gentle face of the young man, suppressing the sharpness of the night, and softly dazzled with a faint soft light.

Chu Qiuwan caressed the sword hilt at his waist, turned his eyes away, and looked at the sky thousands of miles away. With a clang, a white light flashed through the sound of the golden spear, and cut the red sun in Xiao Zimu's field of vision. .

The unswept pine needles on the ground were swept up by the unsheathed sword wind at the same time, and blew down the cliff.Clouds and mist blow open a wide road, exposing the opposite cliff, and a row of tree crowns on the cliff waves backwards, like tides pushing away layer by layer, until the deep mountain.

Xiao Zimu was startled by this scene, and he couldn't help looking at the white sword in Chu Qiuwan's hand again. The sword body was white, and a white tassel hung on the sword head.

"Master, what kind of sword is this?" Xiao Zimu asked.

Chu Qiuwan said indifferently: "The name is like the body, the white sword."

He looked at Xiao Zimu's admiring eyes, paused, and added: "My master left it to me."

Xiao Zimu thought, that is what the master left for his master.Tianlanzong stipulates that only after the previous elder dies or is expelled, can a direct disciple take over.

The previous Dongyang Elder had a good character, so it was impossible for him to be expelled, he should have passed away.As mentioned in the original text, Chu Qiuwan has a deep bond with his master, so he is willing to stay in Tianlanzong to take over as the elder.

Xiao Zimu was afraid of touching Chu Qiuwan's heartache, so he didn't ask Bai Jian again, and asked, "Master, will you show me this sword?"

"En." Chu Qiuwan replied, then turned the tip of the sword and demonstrated the sword technique once.

After one round, Chu Qiuwan put the sword back into its sheath and let Xiao Zimu practice it by himself.

As soon as Xiao Zimu got started with swordsmanship, although he memorized all the moves, it was as stiff as if every joint was rusted, which made Chu Qiuwan frown.

After a while, the ruler was taken out, and Chu Qiuwan struck at the wrong place without saying a word.

At night, the sun went down and there was no light to be seen, so Chu Qiuwan let Xiao Zimu go back.

Xiao Zimu endured the pain and bent to say goodbye.

Chu Qiuwan looked down at Xiao Zimu from above, and suddenly said, "Xiao Zimu, why were you distracted in the last half hour?"

Xiao Zimu hurriedly clarified: "No, I'm just a little tired."

Chu Qiuwan frowned, and said in displeasure: "Three days ago, you practiced swinging the sword. When you were tired, it was different from today. Is there anything worth worrying about today?"

How did Chu Qiuwan know how he was practicing sword three days ago? Could it be that he has been watching him all the time?

Xiao Zimu was extremely distressed, so he had no choice but to insist: "No."

Chu Qiuwan exhaled lightly, retracted the hand that was going to hold the ruler, and said coldly: "There are still two weeks left in the competition, last time I punished you with a hundred slaps on the palm, this is the second time, If I see anyone disturbing you again, you will go to the criminal hall with him."

Xiao Zimu has a feeling that the exam is approaching and the teacher is arresting him, but he hasn't agreed to Xie Yunshu. If he is caught by Chu Qiuwan, even if he doesn't talk about it, he will jump into the Yellow River and he won't be able to clean up.

Xiao Zimu responded several times, promising not to commit another crime before being released.

Back outside the cave, Xiao Zimu did not expect to see an unexpected guest, it was Li Qing.

Li Qing held the lantern, put his hands in his pockets, and shivered in the cold. When he saw Xiao Zimu come back, he seemed to be released from prison at last. He rushed in front of Xiao Zimu and gasped, "Senior brother Xiao, thank you brother Tell me to come and find you."

Hearing Xie Yunshu's return, Xiao Zimu was shocked, and hurriedly asked: "Little Junior Brother, is he back?"

"Yes."

Unable to tell whether it was joy rather than sorrow, or the mixed joy and sorrow of not being able to contact the other party, Xiao Zimu hurriedly put the sword back into the storage bag, left Li Qing, and rushed to Zhilanju.

There was candlelight in the windows of Zhilanju, which was very obvious in the dark night. Xiao Zimu walked over quickly and opened the door, and a pungent smell of blood came over his face.

Xiao Zimu was flustered for a moment when he smelled it, remembering that he hadn't heard from him in the past few days, and worried that something might happen to the other party.

He closed the door tightly, then walked in, opened the thin embroidered curtain, and saw Xie Yunshu sitting by the bed changing his dressing.

Xie Yunshu's lips were pale in color, and the jade crown that bound his hair was nowhere to be seen, spilling down the blue silk on his back, and the white bandage pierced through the cover of the blue silk, and wrapped around his abdomen, where the leucorrhea spread blood-colored.

There was a basin beside the bed, and the water in the basin had been stained red.

Xiao Zimu had never seen Xie Yunshu suffer such a serious injury. He used to sit by the side, looked down at the injury, and found that except for the abdomen, there were scars on other parts of the upper body, but those had passed for a long time, leaving only scars.

Xiao Zimu stared at the wound, and said softly: "Why are you injured so badly, you never hit them?"

As soon as Xiao Zimu came in, Xie Yunshu noticed the look on the other person's face, and now hearing the soft words again, he couldn't help feeling a little happy.Wuyuan's demonic energy was heavy, and he used it again. In order to get back as soon as possible, he intentionally made some wounds and complexion, and fooled the disciples stationed at the gate of the sect.

He put his arms around Xiao Zimu's waist, leaned his head lightly on his shoulder, and said weakly: "It's just a waste of energy after the beating."

Xiao Zimu looked down at the wound on his abdomen, but did not speak.

Xie Yunshu whispered: "Are you still angry with me before?"

Xiao Zimu still lowered his head, and said in a sour voice: "If you are angry, why worry about you?"

Xie Yunshu turned his face away and buried it where he couldn't see it. The corners of his lips curved slightly, and his voice came from the shadows, and he said dimly, "I despised you before, so you should be angry with me."

After finishing speaking, Xie Yunshu coughed twice sickly in time, hiding in the shadows with no expression on his face.

Thinking that the other party was still feeling sorry, Xiao Zimu had no choice but to turn his eyes to Xie Yunshu's ear, wrap his arms around Xie Yunshu's back, and argued softly: "Shu Lang, I didn't..."