Sealing Knife

When Chu Xiwei woke up, it was already early morning three days later.

He slept for too long, his muscles and bones were both painful and weak, and his head was dizzy. His confused eyes looked at the top for a while, and he saw a pale yellow gauze, and he smelled a faint smell of medicine at the tip of his nose.

Chu Xi was stunned and forced to sit up hard, but had no idea he was pressed by a hand. He turned his head to look over and found that Ye Fusheng was sleeping soundly beside the bed.

After a long absence of ten years, the reunion has been more than half a month, but Chu Xiwei is still the second time to take a good look at Ye Fusheng. More than 3,000 days and nights, he pulled himself from a young boy into an adult, but did not leave too many traces on Ye Fusheng, but he looked more calm, although the romance is still the same, but his eyebrows are no longer overflowing. Full of frenzy.

Chu Xiwei didn't move any more, but just watched quietly, touching the tiredness on Ye Fusheng's face, and his heart was a little softer. The anger that was full of his stomach was completely extinguished by this sudden tenderness.

He remembered that when Qin Liurong was still alive, Shen Wuduan got up early every day, and he must rush to her house before she got up and watched the man wake up from his sleep. The first sight of the day fell on himself.

The so-called observance, apart from living together and dying together, is more about getting along day and night, the last person I see before bed is you, the first person I see when I wake up is you, and you alone occupy the softest position in my heart, Asking me to uproot you, it hurts a little.

The **** made a ghost, Chu Xi moved his body slightly, and turned his head to try to kiss Ye Fusheng, even frowning slightly in his sleep. As a result, he was about to touch it, but Ye Fusheng suddenly opened it. eye.

Chu Xiwei: "..."

He flinched back with lightning, not as fast as a severely wounded person. Ye Fusheng hadn't recovered yet, reached out and rubbed his sleepy eyes: "A Yao, are you awake? How are you feeling?"

Chu Xiweimu said with a face: "Fortunately."

Ye Fusheng yawned, "Why did you just get so close together? Scared me."

There were mixed feelings in my heart, and the depressed anger was rekindled into fine, jumping up and down in the chest. Chu Xiwei didn't open his face and saw nothing. "The light fell on your face and shook my eyes."

Ye Fusheng blinked and turned to look out the window. Although it was already sunrise, the temperature of the sun was not much, let alone dazzling.

Sighing, "The child is too old to learn nonsense," Ye Fusheng believed that he was still a lenient person, let go of the matter, heard his hoarse voice, and turned to pour a glass of warm white water.

Chu Xiwei took the drink and asked, "What about Lan Chang?"

"Tossing for three days and two nights, I was just stunned and rested."

"what happened?"

Ye Fusheng reiterated all the things after his coma and said: "She opened the room on the left that night. Guess what?"

Chu Xi was amused by him when he was small, knowing that this man was deliberately selling the guanzi, and he was no longer used to his temper: "Love talk or not talk, it has nothing to do with me anyway."

Ye Fusheng: "You are not cute. Well, I tell you, there is ..."

The tight room is much larger than this bedroom, but there are no antique calligraphy and paintings, no gold and silver jewelry in it, and I'm sorry for its tight guard door.

Qin Lanshang was thrown at the dust on the door frame as soon as he entered, and Ye Fusheng found out the fire fan and blown it, barely seeing the situation inside the house.

From this perspective, Qin Lanshang was struck by lightning.

This is an ancestral hall, which divides the main room and the partial room with bamboo curtains and is solemnly arranged. The wooden frame directly in front enshrines the dense spiritual positions. At a glance, there are hundreds of them. There are still ashes that have been cooled in the incense burner in the case.

Qin Lanshang moved over step by step. Through the dim fire, he could clearly see every name on the spiritual position. The strokes should be engraved by the same person. There is no specific lifetime status. Only the name is on it. It seems that it is not Set by people of their own family.

Her gaze fell on the spirit position in the middle, and the spirit position card was no different from the others. The engraving was: Qin Hebai.

Qin Lanshang's legs were soft and he knelt down on the dusty futon. He knocked three heads respectfully, and even the dust on his forehead was not wiped, and turned to lift the bamboo curtain.

Ye Fusheng followed behind her, and looked at the row of spirits with a solemn expression, and then followed, only to see that the things in the partial room were simpler, and there was only a spear placed on the shelf.

The gun was seven feet long, although the pointed tip was covered with dust, but it did not hide the cold light. The gun barrel under the red tassel was engraved with a nine-turning dragon dragon, which appeared vividly.

As soon as the firelight reflected, Jiaolong seemed to be flying with a gun, accompanied by the clanging sound of thousands of horses and horses, there was a faint beast of fire and blood.

Even if I haven't seen it yet, Ye Fusheng and Qin Lanshang also recognized this, this is the dragon lock.

At that time, the Qin family was chopped down, and only Qin Liurong escaped, but she was also alone, where can she take away the old things? That's why people all over the world thought that the Dragon Lock Gun was either abandoned in the wilderness or simply destroyed.

But I didn't expect it to be here, still with the master's spirit position, just as inseparable as it was during his lifetime.

Qin Lanshang was in tears, she cried and reached for her gun, which was too heavy. She took a lot of effort to pick it up, not to mention waving freely. However, she refused to let it go, and did not let Ye Fusheng take the hand. She carried the spear out of the door with both hands, and practiced the thirty-three method of locking the dragon gun in the yard.

Ye Fusheng knew that her heart was filled with anger, grief and grief, and she didn't care about her. After Qin Lanshang almost reached the limit, she shot her out and took her back to the ancestral hall to let her sleep on the futon.

After listening to Ye Fusheng's words, Chu Xiwei twisted his eyebrows and said, "It's been three days, but still have to wait?"

"Wait, the girl seems to have eaten the scales, and she must wait for that confession. Even if you tie her back, she still has to find a way to run back, why?" Ye Fusheng yawned, "She still Did n’t wake up, are you hungry? I ’ll cook for you

Chu Xiwei: "I remember you said that in this life, you will only do" burn the kitchen "."

Ye Fusheng wondered: "I lied to you, do you believe it?"

Chu Xiwei: "..."

He wanted to strangle the **** again.

Ye Fusheng went out and bought some rice grains yesterday. At this time, he went into the kitchen to tinker for a while. He brought out a bowl of porridge and sold it. The prickly fish and washed and chopped vegetables were also put in it. Chu Xiwei was very rare.

Seeing that Chu Xiwei took the bowl and looked left, Ye Fusheng rolled his eyes: "Love or don't eat, if you don't want me, I will keep the girl."

Chu Xi took a sip in silence, the rice was stewed just right, the salt taste was not too much or not too much, and the taste was good.

Before he lifted his heart, he heard Ye Fusheng say: "Speaking of it, A Yao, you are also a big boss. When will you find a good girl who will wash your hands and make soup?"

Thousands of ghost gate masters were almost choked to death.

Ye Fusheng glanced at his reaction, sighed under his heart, and stopped talking about it. He changed the subject: "Yes, the girl said you were still injured and still used fierce medicine. What do you do?"

Chu Xiwei: "..."

He didn't answer a word, drinking porridge with a calm face, then put the empty bowl, put on his clothes and got out of bed.

The meridian is still aching, but it is much better than before. Chu Xi has a sweat on his forehead. He walks slowly, adapting to the muscles that have not moved for three days. Ye Fusheng looked at his cheek for a while, got up and opened the door, and said, "This house is too small. I will accompany you in the courtyard."

Chu Xiwei gave him a glance, and he was right.

This turn, it turned to noon. Qin Lanshang finally woke up, calmed down in his mind, and just wanted to see his uncle, but as soon as he went out, he saw Chu Xiwei and Ye Fusheng walking in the yard.

She was startled, overjoyed, and hurried to the past: "Uncle, you finally woke up!"

Chu Xiwei had suffocated her, and was ready to clean up the girl who knew nothing about heaven and earth. Now she looked at her tired and dark in her eyes, but she gave up her anger, and said: "Well. "

Qin Lanshang got the word, such as Meng Meng, he moved from the house and put it on a stone bench, and diligently persuaded the two to sit down, not knowing where to turn out the tea leaves and make a pot and hand it up. The meaning of wearing crimes.

Ye Fusheng sat on the mat, took a sip of the hot tea, and said with emotion: "Although I have a bit of skin, but if I have such a girl, I must spoil her."

Chu Xiwei: "..."

The **** probably didn't wake up with his tongue today, and he talked about which pot was not opened.

After doing nothing, he was also limping for a long time. After Ye Fusheng recovered, he realized that it was dusk again.

He hasn't had such leisure for a long time, especially in this country yard, who spends his life peacefully with people who want to live forever. It's hardly a dream in his dreams.

He was holding the cold tea, and his expression was a little empty. Chu Xi glanced at it, and was about to say something. A horseshoe sounded outside the door.

The voice alarmed the three people in the courtyard. Qin Lanshang practiced martial arts for three days. His skills were not superb. He was more powerful. He raised the gun and opened the door. As a result, a white-skinned scholar came in.

It is Lu Mingyuan.

Qin Lanshang subconsciously reached out to support him, touched his hand, and then looked at the scholar's original white and neat clothes. There were two openings. There were blood stains on the surface, and he felt a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, at this time, every household in the village was cooking a fire, and he copied the path over again, and did not draw any attention. Qin Lanshang quickly led the horse in and tied it by the tree, closing the door.

Chu Xi said slightly: "What happened?"

Lu Mingyuan looked really embarrassed, gray-faced, with a lot of wounds on his body, and blood stuck the cloth to his flesh, but he did n’t seem to know the pain. One by one, and finally set roots on Qin Lanshang.

Qin Lanshang was looked upright by him, and there was something in his heart that was eager to come out, but hesitated at all.

Lu Mingyuan said softly: "My master has passed away."