Chapter 44 Chapter 4 Broken Qinyi

The black shadow stood silently on the roof of the night, and the crowd passed under his feet noisily. The old Yicheng, the young handyman, the maid with a loud voice, and the heavy-footed passengers. All kinds of voices came, laughter, greetings, laughter and cursing, and noise. All the people and voices were far away from him, the only thing close to him was the long sword held in his arms, the black scabbard, the snow-white blade, no matter when and where, it was emitting a cold light. Two figures gradually approached from outside the post station. The girl in the red gauze was holding the young man's sleeve, and the tired Kaka was chattering, and the young man listened carefully with a smile.

They walked to the gate of the station, greeted the old postman who was guarding the gate, and walked into the yard. The girl's laughter became clearer, her voice was bright and clear, and it was hard to be bored in the ears. "Brother Xiao," she was afraid that the person would not listen, and called him in a loud voice, "Brother Xiao, I didn't knock over a single medicine jar today, and Aunt Liu praised me!" The young man in the bamboo green single clothes looked at her and smiled: "Really? Cang Cang is really amazing." The girl made a grimace: "I know you are laughing at me, I will definitely do better tomorrow, and I will show you how I do better!"

They just talked and laughed as they passed through the small courtyard. When approaching the middle hall, the young man paused slightly, and looked up casually. The eyes did not meet, the night in the middle hall of the Luzhou official post was a chaotic pure black. The young man lowered his head and continued to laugh and bicker with the girl: "Well, I have to watch carefully." "Ah? What do you mean? Do you think I can't do it?" The girl yelled angrily, "I must do it well! Ah, I'm so mad!" They passed through the nave, and their figures disappeared into the dim light of the guest room.

On the roof ridge of the middle hall, the black shadow moved. He slowly sat down on the wide roof like before performing countless missions, then clasped his sword tightly, and tapped the blade with his fingers. The half-curved moon rose to the middle of the sky bit by bit, and the noise in the yard began to subside.Some voices began to disappear, first the complaints of the servants, then the talking and laughing of the passengers in the guest room, and then the creaking of the locked door, until finally, except for the barking of dogs and the chirping of autumn insects in the distance, only The night wind whimpered slightly.

The staggered beats between the fingers gradually became orderly, closing the faint rhythm. It was the mournful whisper of the famous bloodthirsty sword. Only in the quiet night, when the devoured souls began to roar restlessly, would they break through The ice-like shackles floated into the body of the sword holder along with the cold sword energy flowing like water. At the moment when the sword was full of energy, the finger that was singing the melody stopped. The gentle silver light of the moon seemed to be covered up suddenly, and the overwhelming cold light poured down, rolling up countless dark phantoms, like countless violent and clamoring ghosts pouring down together, leaving only the viscous blood like blood in the world. meaning.

The dark and cruel light and shadow instantly merged into a snow-white sword shadow. After the extreme cruelty and extreme blood, it was extremely cold and clearer than moonlight. There is no flower in three feet, three lives are washed with blood, ten thousand gold will not come out, and it will not come back unless killed. There was a "ding", and the snowy light, which was so bright that it could almost pierce the darkness of the world, met a gentle blue light. The weapons criss-crossed, illuminating two young faces. Subtle tinkling sounds rang out intensively, as if a distant breeze had inadvertently blown the lonely wind chimes under the eaves, pattering melodiously.

Following such an almost gentle voice, the sword aura of broken brocade and cracked skin spread out one by one, and the swords and swords intersected with murderous aura. A window in the courtyard suddenly opened. "Brother Xiao", a girl called out anxiously, "Where are you?" Flipping in the air, the black shadow backed away, with the long sword back in its sheath. Jianguang's gentle blue dagger flickered to the point of being almost mediocre, and was also retracted into the sleeve. "Who are you?" Jumping directly from the window into the yard, the girl in only a jacket unabashedly looked up and down at the person standing in the shadows.

The handsome young man in black smiled lightly, but he didn't look at her, but turned to the young man standing aside: "Although I don't like to fight with over-tired opponents, when killers perform their tasks, they always I like to meet an assassination target who is about to burn out." He provoked a lazy smile at the corner of his mouth: "The next time we meet, I might be on a mission." After saying this, his figure rose up and disappeared into the night. "Inexplicable." Cang Cang stuck out her tongue at his back. She smiled and looked at the young man standing beside her. Then she realized that there was something wrong with his standing posture. On the right hand of the left arm.

There were streaks of red blood flowing out from between the pale fingers, dripping on the ground, and half of the sleeves of the green clothes were covered with mottled blood. "It's okay, flesh and blood." Noticing her gaze, Xiao Huan smiled and coughed twice, "Why haven't you slept so late?" "I woke up from a nightmare and wanted to look for you in your room. Who knew you were not there." Cang Cang replied blankly, she still vaguely remembered that nightmare: she ran and ran in a white mist, running out of breath , but I couldn't see that figure.

"It's cold at night, remember to put on your coat next time when you come out." Xiao Huan coughed twice, but he couldn't stop coughing, and kept bending down while pressing his injured arm. She didn't even have the slightest thought of laughing at him for losing to others in a fight or being so weak. She didn't know if she thought of the phrase "the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry" just now. Her pale nose suddenly became sore. With his arms together, he hugged his body in his arms and dragged him into the room: "You are sick, I will go to the doctor."

Still being forced to cough uncontrollably by the chill rising up in his chest, Xiao Huan also felt that he was being dragged away now, so he smiled, "Cang Cang...you don't need to be like this..." "Stop talking!" Cang Cang didn't leave him at all, just dragging him into the room like this. Xiao Huan had no choice but to let her pull him into the room, and then he was pressed to the bed and half lying down.He still kept coughing, Cang Cang frantically lit the lamp, poured a cup of tea from the table, and brought it to his lips to feed him. As soon as the tea entered his mouth, he coughed and spat it out. The water splashed on his clothes, dizzying the bloodstains one by one. Cang Cang didn't understand why when he was alone, he suddenly coughed so much that he couldn't even feed him water. He was stunned for a while, his eyes turned red, and he stood up and walked out: "I'll go to the doctor..." There was no time to explain that cold water would only aggravate the disease, so Xiao Huan could only grab her by the sleeve: "I... am the doctor..." Cang Cang stopped, remembering something, and hurriedly turned around and pressed his hand to the wound on his arm: "Don't move, it's going to bleed." There were too many more serious episodes than this one, but Xiao Huan had never felt so flustered, so he could only smile helplessly: "Don't be afraid...it will be fine soon..." He nodded quickly, but Cang Cang felt that the palm of his hand was getting hot and humid gradually, and it was the blood from the wound oozing out.She was shocked for a moment, and then remembered that she had been carrying a lot of wound medicine on her body, and jumped up: "I'll get you some medicine to bandage your wound!" She quickly ran back to her room to get the medicine for the wound, and she began to check the wound on Xiao Huan's arm. The wound on Xiao Huan's arm was not serious, but rather deep, so a lot of blood flowed out. After applying the medicine, the bleeding slowly stopped. Treating his wound carefully, meditating on the newly learned method these days, Cang Cang actually wrapped it up quite decently. Xiao Huan kept her eyes closed to adjust her breath, and her cough has been much better. After she finished these, she opened her eyes and smiled: "Cang Cang... Thank you." Cang Cang breathed a sigh of relief, and began to feel that his panic just now was a bit ridiculous, nodded and looked at him, and put his hand on his forehead. The tentacles didn't feel hot, but were clammy and cold. He broke out in a cold sweat, and the sweat drops had slid across his forehead and flowed into the soft pillow he was leaning on. "Sure enough, beautiful things are easy to get sick." After she came to this conclusion seriously, she nodded again seriously, "You are a doctor, what do you think should be done?" Unexpectedly, she still wanted to say these words in the end, Xiao Huan coughed out a chill, closed his eyes, and finally took a breath: "Don't be busy, after a while... it will be fine." Cang Cang let out an "oh", she fiddled with the clothes and quilt for a while, and then climbed onto the bed. "Cangcang?" Xiao Huan coughed and asked in surprise. Cang Cang naturally pulled up the quilt and covered both of them: "Oh, I'm almost freezing to death." He said and hugged Xiao Huan's body, "When I was sick, you hugged me to sleep, now you are sick Now, let me hug you instead." While saying that, he patted Xiao Huan's shoulder decently, "Sleep well." After she finished speaking, her legs curled up, and her body was pressed against Xiao Huan's body. Maybe it was because of the cold that she shivered a little. Xiao Huan paused, and finally nodded with a smile. He was really tired, so he closed his eyes and stopped talking. The thin lips that were still sporadically overflowing with coughing suddenly touched something soft and warm. Xiao Huan opened his eyes suddenly, and saw a pair of big eyes that were very close. Under the dim candlelight, there was a faint layer of water in those eyes. Light. "Cang..." Just as he uttered a word, Cang Cang lowered his head again. This time the kiss was very deep, his lips were very cold, after touching it, there was a smell like mint leaves, Cang Cang didn't know if he was still breathing, he only knew how to slowly and carefully, deeply, absorb, and remember his taste . Staggering his head, Cang Cang was panting, and heard him also breathing rapidly, interspersed with a few light coughs. Is that bad?Kiss him when he's sick?However, he seems to have taken the initiative, right?At the moment when I just floated on the clouds. Unable to help laughing, Cang Cang buried his head in the hollow of his shoulder. No one spoke, after a while, Cangcang said vaguely: "Brother Xiao, let me take off your clothes for you?" The sound of coughing stagnated, and Xiao Huan was stunned: "Cangcang... what did you say?" "Your coat, haven't you taken it off yet?" Cang Cang regained consciousness and raised his head, "Isn't it uncomfortable to sleep in? Would you like me to take it off for you?" Her face suddenly became hot, didn't she say something? Xiao Huan paused for a moment: "Okay." This time it was Cang Cang's turn to be stunned: "Brother Xiao, did you agree?" "Didn't you say...wouldn't you be uncomfortable sleeping in a coat?" Xiao Huan replied with a slight cough, and there was a smile in his voice, "Or what is it?" "Oh." His face was completely red, but Cang Cang didn't dare to say anything, and nodded his head desperately in a spineless manner. It was dawn, and the white sunlight outside the window sprinkled little by little on the blue brick floor in the room. With his head held up, his gray eyes glanced at the slightly unfamiliar furnishings, the blue clothes hanging by the bed, the blood stains on the bedding beside the bed, Finally sober. She had a nightmare last night, she ran out to look for Xiao Huan in the middle of the night, and found him fighting a good-looking killer in the yard, then the killer ran away, Xiao Huan was injured on his arm, and then she got him In the house, finally climbed to his bed and slept with him... But, vaguely, as if... something else happened... She turned her gaze to the pillow beside her, looking at the person who was close at hand. The eyes are closed, and the long eyelashes reveal a fan-shaped shadow under the eyelids. His face is a little pale, more like the color of white jade than usual. There are two drops of accidentally splashed blood on his cheeks, very small. , the color is not glaring, as if it just stays on the face, it doesn't matter if you don't wipe it off.She helped him loosen his hair last night. His long black hair was like a flowing river, some were spread on the brocade pillow, and some were sprinkled on the pure white obscene clothes. The word she often used to describe him slowly came out of Cang Cang's head: beautiful.Now she considers changing that word to: beautiful. A beautiful man, just listening to it feels so sinful. However, if this man is hers, then it doesn't matter, right? Well, if it's hers, it doesn't matter how beautiful it is, anyway, no one else can snatch it away... The shape is very beautiful. The eyelashes moved, and then revealed a pair of very black eyes. They are absolutely pure black, like the purest black gemstones, without a trace of flaws, as if they are perfect... It seems impossible in this world The kind of perfection that exists. This pair of perfect eyes flickered for a moment, then something bright overflowed from the pure blackness, Cang Cang instinctively wanted to close his eyes. It's too bright, this kind of light, so bright that people feel that if they look at it for too long, they will definitely cry. "Cang Cang?" His voice rang out, very gentle and deep, like a soft whisper leaning over his ears, and even his ears were itchy. "Cang Cang?" He called again, besides the bright smile, there was something else in the black eyes. He raised his hand and put it on her forehead, "You have a fever? Why is your face so red?" Cang Cang jumped up suddenly, being awakened by the slightly cool body temperature in his hands. The flimsy big bed in the post station couldn't withstand the strength of her jumping up, and there was a loud crackling noise. Clutching his head that hit the beam of the bed, Cang Cang stared blankly at Xiao Huan who had already half stood up and looked at her in surprise. As suddenly as she jumped up, she suddenly turned over and pressed Xiao Huan's shoulder: "Brother Xiao, let's get married!" She said in one breath, as if swearing, "Didn't we pass that or something last night? Although You didn't tell me to take responsibility, but since it's all over, let's get married. Anyway, we have a marriage contract, and we have to get married sooner or later. Let me tell you in advance, I won't find another man, so You are also not allowed to have three wives and four concubines to marry wives randomly, even if you are the emperor, if you dare to find someone else, I will never end with you!" After being puzzled for a moment, Xiao Huan laughed out loud: "Cangcang, we haven't...that experience..." "Huh?" Cang Cang opened his still-awake big eyes, "What the hell is that?" Cang Cang did not expect that Xiao Huan would really start to "rehabilitate his illness", she thought that when he got up the next day, maybe he would continue to run to work on those chores that were so important a moment ago that seemed to kill him, and he would not let go . Who knew that he got out of bed in the morning and seemed to be in good spirits, but he assigned Cang Cang to the hospital to explain that he was not feeling well, and then he lazily began to "recover from his illness" in the official post with a very peaceful mind. Since he didn't go, Cang Cang didn't bother to get help from the clinic. Xiao Huan sat in the room and laid out the chess game leisurely in front of a chess book, while she squatted by the table, gnawed roasted chestnuts, and drank the hot pot of chrysanthemum on the table. When Cang Cang stuffed a large bag of fried chestnuts and half a pot of tea into his stomach, and he was about to hiccup, Xiao Huan suddenly said, "Cang Cang, go back to the capital." "Huh?" Cang Cang turned his head, his eyes drifted, and he still didn't understand. Xiao Huan smiled, his eyes were soft: "You go back to the capital, Cang Cang, go back to the capital and wait for me." Cang Cang finally heard clearly, and looked at him with puzzled eyes: "Why do you want me to go back, won't you go back?" "I will go back soon, I hope you can go back and wait for me first." He continued to smile, with a gentle arc at the corner of his mouth, "I promise you those." "Promise me what?" Cang Cang seemed to understand suddenly, "Ah! You want to send me back and stay here alone to play, you are too treacherous!" Xiao Huan smiled, put down the chess record in his hand, stood up and walked in front of her, gently stroked her hair: "Be obedient, Cang Cang." Cang Cang still didn't understand why he said that, but she vaguely felt that he probably really wanted her to go back to the capital alone. "You don't know why!" Angrily leaving a word, she waved Xiao Huan's hand away, stomped her feet and rushed out of the room. After being silent for a while, a figure flipped in from the open window. That person Shi Shiran walked in, sat down at the table, poured himself a cup of tea, and laughed: "After the farewell, we meet again, how many times have we met?" The dream of returning to the soul is the same as that of the king." Taking a breath, Xiao Huan also sat down at the table: "Dream into Yanshui Road in the south of the Yangtze River, travel all the way in the south of the Yangtze River, and never meet Liren." With a smile, "Don't come here without any problems?" The man laughed heartily, but asked, "What did you promise to that little girl just now?" The series of words that he couldn't even put his mouth in in the morning flashed from his ears in a hurry, and Xiao Huan took another breath: "some things that should be promised." Know what's going on?" The young man in white at the other end of the table also looked at him, and gradually narrowed his sharp phoenix eyes. After a long time, he smiled: "I never knew if you really regarded me as a friend. A glass of wine Judgment, it seems that the friendship between you and me is only as thin as a glass of wine. If it is really as thin as a glass of wine, I don't know why I walked into this room today and sat here!" After a glass of wine, the friendship is broken, and when they meet again, they are enemies who meet each other in battle. Xiao Huan's eyes gradually became serious, and the polite but unreasonable smile on the corner of his mouth gradually disappeared, leaving only a solemn face. He suddenly laughed again, put his arms on the table, and opened his palms: "We are in the same boat through thick and thin." Haha laughter came, and a strong palm held his palm: "We are in the same boat through thick and thin!" With the same high-spirited smiling face, Xu Lai patted Xiao Huan's arm hanging beside him: "Are you going to drink again tonight?" With a wry smile, Xiao Huan pointed to his arm: "There is a sword wound here." Xu Lai was taken aback for a moment, then laughed again: "There is actually a swordsman who can hurt you in this world, I want to pay homage to him!" "It's indeed a bit embarrassing." He sighed helplessly, and Xiao Huan also laughed along with him.