Sealing Sword Chapter 61: comer

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

He slept for too long, his muscles and bones were painful and weak, and his head was a little faint. He looked at the top of his confused eyes for a while and saw a light yellow gauze tent, and he smelled a looming medicine on the tip of his nose Fragrant.

Chu Xiwei was startled, and tried to sit up hard, but was forced to hold a hand. He tilted his head to look over and found that Ye Fusheng was lying on the bed and sleeping soundly.

After a ten-year absence, it has been more than half a month since the reunion, but it was the second time that Chu Xiwei looked at Ye Fusheng carefully. For more than 3,000 days and nights, I pulled myself from a young boy to an adult, but did not leave too many traces on Ye Fusheng, but looked a little more calm, although the romance is still there, it is no longer even the eyebrows. Full of frivolous.

Chu Xiwei didn't move any more, just watched quietly, touching the tired look on Ye Fusheng's face, and her heart softened. The anger that was originally full of stomach was extinguished by this sudden gentle emotion.

He remembered that when Qin Liurong was still alive, Shen Wuxiang got up early every day, and he must rush back to the house before she got up, watching the man wake up from his sleep, and the first eyes of each day fell on him.

The so-called staying together, in addition to living and dying together, is more about getting along day and night. The last person I see before going to bed is you, and the first person I see when I wake up is you. You alone occupy the softest tip of my heart. The position makes me want to uproot you, and it hurts the least.

The divine envoy and the ghost, Chu Xi moved her lower body slightly, turned her head and wanted to kiss Ye Fusheng. Even in her sleep, she frowned slightly, but she was about to touch it, but Ye Fusheng suddenly Opened his eyes.

Chu Xiwei: "..."

He retracted back like lightning, his movements were not like a seriously injured bedridden person. Ye Fusheng hadn't recovered yet, he reached out his hand and rubbed his sleepy eyes: "Ayao, are you awake? How do you feel? "

Chu Xiweimu said with a face: "It's okay."

Ye Fusheng yawned: "Why did you get so close just now? Frightened me."

With mixed feelings in my heart, the suppressed anger rekindled into spirit, and he was jumping up and down in his chest. Chu Xiwei kept his face away and didn't see it. "The light fell on your face and dazzled my eyes."

Ye Fusheng blinked and turned to look outside the window. Although it was already sunrise, the sun was not warm, let alone dazzling.

Sighed, "Children learn nonsense when they are older." Ye Fusheng admitted that he was still a lenient person. After letting go of the incident, he heard his hoarse voice, turned around and poured a cup of warm white water.

Chu Xiwei took it and asked, "Where is Lan Chang?"

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

"What's the matter?"

Ye Fusheng focused on all the things that happened after he was in a coma, and said: "She opened the room on the left that night. Guess what's inside?"

Chu Xi was amused by him a lot when she was young, knowing that this person was deliberately selling off her, and she is no longer used to his temper: "If you love to talk about it, it doesn't matter to me anyway."

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

The condensed room is much more spacious than the bedroom here, but there are no antique calligraphy and paintings in it, and no gold or silver jewelry. I'm sorry for its guarded door lock.

As soon as Qin Lanchang entered, she was bashed by the dust falling on the door frame. Ye Fusheng took out the fire and blew it alight, only to barely see the situation in the house.

From this look, Qin Lan Chang was struck by lightning.

This is an ancestral hall, with bamboo curtains separating the main room and the side room, and the layout is solemn. There are densely packed spiritual positions enshrined on the wooden stand in front of them. At a glance, I am afraid there are hundreds of them, and there is still ash that has cooled down in the censer on the case.

Qin Lanshang moved over step by step, and through the dim flame, he could see clearly every name on the spiritual position. Every stroke should be engraved by the same person. There is no specific status in life, only the name is on it. , Does not seem to be set by people of his own relatives.

Her gaze fell on the most central spiritual position. That spiritual position card was indistinguishable from the others, and it was engraved: Qin Hebai.

Qin Lanchang's legs were soft, and he knelt on the dusty futon, and respectfully knocked his head three times, without wiping the ashes on his forehead, and turned to open the bamboo curtain.

Ye Fusheng followed behind her, saluting the row of spiritual positions with a solemn expression, and then followed, only to see that the things in the side room were simpler, only a spear placed on the shelf.

The gun is seven feet long, and although the tip is dusty, it does not hide the cold light. The barrel of the gun under the red tassel is carved with a nine-turn dragon, which is vivid.

As soon as the fire shines, the dragon seems to be flying with a spear, accompanied by the clanging roar of thousands of horses, there is a faint scent of fire, iron and blood lingering.

Even if they hadn't seen it, Ye Fusheng and Qin Lanshang thought that this was the Suolong Spear.

Back then, the Qin family was ransacked and cut down by the whole family. Only Qin Liurong escaped, but she was just alone. Where could she take away the old things? That's why the whole world thinks that the Lock Dragon Spear was either abandoned in the wilderness or simply destroyed.

But I didn't expect it to be here, still with the master's spiritual position, as inseparable as it was before.

Qin Lanchang burst into tears, crying as she stretched out her hand to draw a gun, the gun was too heavy, she took a lot of effort to pick it up, let alone wave it freely. But she refused to let it go, and she didn't let Ye Fusheng hold hands. She carried the spear in both hands and went out. She practiced the thirty-three tricks to lock the dragon spear technique in the yard. Even if she was exhausted, she held the spear and rested for a while, repeating the cycle.

Ye Fusheng knew that she was sad and sad, so he didn't care about her. He waited until Qin Lanshang was almost at the limit, then knocked her unconscious, took her back to the ancestral hall and let her sleep on the futon. .

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

"Wait, the girl seems to have eaten the weight of the weight. She must wait for the confession. Even if you tie her back, she has to find a way to run back, why bother?" Ye Fusheng yawned. "She's not awake yet, are you hungry? I'll cook you some food."

Chu Xiwei: "Back then, I remember you said that in this life I will only be a ‘fire kitchen’."

Ye Fusheng said strangely: "I lied to you, do you believe it too?"

Chu Xiwei: "..."

He wants to strangle the **** again.

Ye Fusheng went out yesterday to buy some rice grains. At this moment, he went into the kitchen and fought for a while, and brought out a bowl of porridge. The presentation was okay. It also contained stab fish and washed and chopped vegetables. , Chu Xiwei rarely stayed for a while.

Seeing that Chu Xiwei took the bowl and looked left and right, Ye Fusheng rolled his eyes: "If you want to eat or not, I will keep it for the girl if you don't want it."

Chu Xi took a sip in silence, and the rice was stewed just right, with no more or less salty taste. It tasted good.

He didn't feel comfortable when he mentioned it, so he heard Ye Fusheng say: "Speaking of which, Ayao, you are the eldest, when will you find a good girl who will wash your hands and make soup?"

The master of the dignified one hundred ghosts, almost choked to death with a mouthful of porridge.

Ye Fusheng had a full view of his reaction. He sighed in his heart and stopped talking about it. He changed the topic: "By the way, the girl said that you were injured and you took strong medicine. What?"

Chu Xiwei: "..."

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

The meridians were still aching, but it was much better than before. There was a layer of sweat on Chu Xiwei's forehead. He walked slowly, adapting to the muscles and bones that hadn't moved much 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. Let me accompany you around in the yard."

Chu Xiwei glanced at him, and she was approved.

This turn, it turned to midday. Qin Lanshang finally woke up, calmed down in her mind, and just wanted to see her brother-in-law, but as soon as she left the house, she saw Chu Xiwei and Ye Fusheng walking in the yard.

She was startled, overjoyed, and hurried over: "Uncle, you finally woke up!"

Chu Xiwei originally held back her stomach for a while, and was ready to clean up this ignorant girl. Now that she looked tired and dark in her eyes, she managed to get rid of her anger, not salty nor plain: "Yeah."

Qin Lanshang got the word, like being amnesty, moved the cushion from the house and laid it on the stone bench, eagerly persuading them to sit down, and didn’t know where to turn out the tea, soak a pot and hand it over. , There is a sense of meritorious deeds.

Ye Fusheng sat on the mat, took a sip of hot tea in his hand, and said with emotion: "Although it is a little bit skinny, if I have such a girl, I have to spoil her."

Chu Xiwei: "..."

This **** probably didn't wake up his tongue today, and talked about which pot was not opened or which pot was raised.

Without doing anything like this, I actually wasted for a long time. When Ye Fusheng recovered his senses, he realized that it was dusk again.

He hasn't been so leisurely for a long time, especially in this small rural courtyard to live peacefully with people who want to die for this life, which is simply an imagination that can hardly appear in a dream.

He was holding the cold tea with a blank expression. Chu Xiwei glanced at it, and when he was about to say something, horseshoes sounded outside the door.

The sound alarmed the three people in the yard. Qin Lanchang did not see much skill in martial arts training these three days, and his strength was a little bit stronger. He raised his gun and opened the door. As a result, a scholar in white clothes came in.

It is Lu Mingyuan.

Qin Lanchang subconsciously stretched out her hand to support him, touched her hand ashes, and then looked at the scholar's original white and neat clothes. There were two openings, blood stains were faintly visible on it, and her heart shook.

Fortunately, at this time, every family in the village was making fires and cooking. He copied the path and came over again, without arousing any idea. Qin Lanchang quickly led the horse in and tied it to the tree, closing the door tightly.

Chu Xiwei said solemnly: "What happened?"

Lu Mingyuan looked really embarrassed. He had a gray head and face. There were many small and large wounds on his body. The blood stuck the cloth to the flesh, but he didn't seem to know the pain. He looked a little dazed, his eyes changed from Chu Xiwei and Ye Fusheng's face was swept one by one, and finally settled down on Qin Lanshang's body.

Qin Lanshang was so cold as he saw it, and he wanted to come out with some thoughts, but he was hesitant to catch it.

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