Zhao Ge: 138. Knife tip to stop bleeding

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He Qingchuan wanted to curse, like before, drew a knife at this arrogant and hateful woman.

Just like the day before Guan Zhiyu left.

"Idiot."

He was resting in the room, and a jar of wine was thrown in from the window, and He Qingchuan masterfully caught the jar. Guan Zhiyu, wearing a robe of Jiuxuanmen, sat on the windowsill.

There is another jar of wine in his hand.

"Say okay first, I won't drink with you."

He Qingchuan put the wine jar upright on the table, and before Guan Zhiyu could speak, he refused.

The last time he drank with Guan Zhiyu, a mad woman, and when he was drunk, Guan Zhiyu dragged him into a mess. Getting drunk and confused is a good time to forget the nosy. As a result, when Guan Zhiyu was about to roll onto the bed while pulling him, Chenji cried and it was about to dawn.

Then the mad woman took him to one side in an instant, took the knife, left the mess and left, and left the sect and went to Cangpu to perform the task.

He Qingchuan's clothes are half messed up, sulking at a wine bottle, and he has to clean up after giving birth.

No matter He Qingchuan or Guan Zhiyu, the two of them don't really know how they got together. Vague and unclear. That was the first time He Qingchuan went down the mountain to perform his mission, together with Guan Zhiyu. As a result, halfway through the execution of the mission, Guan Zhiyu found a monument in the Wanxian Era.

When the two went in to investigate, there was a relic of the ancient emperor in the Wanxian Era, and He Qingchuan accidentally triggered it. In order to seal it, Guan Zhiyu was seriously injured, and He Qingchuan was also badly injured. When the two were about to leave, they encountered a strange animal hunting.

Guan Zhiyu asked him to go first, and after she broke off, she followed.

"Tell me I'm not a fool!"

He Qingchuan ran away embarrassingly with Guan Zhiyu on his back, cursing while running.

Guan Zhiyu was on his back, and when he heard what he said, he laughed dullly, laughed so much that he could get the wound, and sucked in cold air.

In the end, they were fateful and hid in a cave. When He Qingchuan looked out worriedly whether the alien beast had caught up with him, Guan Zhiyu yanked at him nonchalantly.

Then, then they rolled together.

The woman Guan Zhiyu is indeed a madman through and through. She is a desperado. She has wine and is drunk. There were still wounds on his body, and there were strange beasts outside that I didn't know if he had left, so they rolled together. He Qingchuan didn't think he was a lunatic, but he went crazy with her at that time.

Hugs with blood, kisses with that cynical aura, and finally chaotic and indistinguishable memories.

Then she passed out, and He Qingchuan wore a wounded stomach and wanted to ask questions, bandaged her wound, changed clothes, and bandaged herself.

After waking up, He Qingchuan wanted to ask her awkwardly, but Guan Zhiyu threw him a jade talisman and told him to roll back to the Jiuxuanmen. She had other things to do.

A word! All! No! solution! release!

He Qingchuan's face was stinking, and he sat at the entrance of the cave without moving. Guan Zhiyu kicked him, causing him to roll quickly, turning his face completely in denial.

Then they just mingled together unclearly.

When He Zhou asked He Qingchuan many times about his mother, He Qingchuan did not answer because he himself said that Guan Zhiyu was his wife, but in fact, their relationship has never been clear.

Guan Zhiyu's attitude towards him remains the same as before. And she didn't have much time to return to the Jiuxuanmen all year round, and she was in a hurry every time. She mocked him as always, and she still pressed him to the ground as she always did, and still sat on the eaves and put the wine jar into his yard.

The only difference is that there will be times when Guan Zhiyu will carry the wine, drag him to drink together, and then roll together after drinking.

And even so, Guan Zhiyu is still like a knife.

Sharp, fierce, and cynical.

Drink together, hug each other when drunk, and leave when she wakes up. He Qingchuan has always been the only person who is swift and uneasy. He Qingchuan always feels weird. He has become a broochie girl, and Guan Zhiyu feels like a clientele who comes and goes.

He Qingchuan was annoyed, but didn't know what was going on. When Guan Zhiyu came to him for a drink, he still accompany her to drink.

Sometimes, He Qingchuan feels that this chaotic, **** and uncertain relationship is like the wine they drink. Every time he really gets drunk, he is the only one who has filled Guan Zhiyu with more than him, and he wakes up in a blink of an eye - He Qingchuan has always wondered if she has ever been drunk.

Drunk, he has never been alone.

He Qingchuan felt that he was so embarrassed enough that he was beaten one by one by Guan Zhiyu until he finally lay on the ground. So he just bet this, Guan Zhiyu didn't say anything, and he couldn't resist asking her, what is the relationship between the two.

Until the last day, Guan Zhiyu came to him, but he didn't ask.

Refusing to drink with Guan Zhiyu, He Qingchuan felt coldly that he should let her know that he was angry. In the end, Guan Zhiyu just smiled, sitting on the window sill, and drank by himself, as if there was no one to accompany him.

He Qingchuan looked even more angry.

He doesn't have any special attitude like this, what the **** is it!

She is the one who pulls people over first, the one who doesn't say a word is also her, and the one who comes and goes chic is also her. What a thing!

He Qingchuan finally couldn't help it, drew out the knife, and slapped it on the table with a "pop": "Guan Zhiyu! You..."

"So loud, do you want to fight?" Guan Zhiyu sat on the window sill, shaking the wine jar.

Play it.

Isn’t that the rule of the cultivator? Whatever it takes, you just need to hit the opponent to convince you.

So seeing Guan Zhiyu's last time, He Qingchuan drew the knife and had a happily fight with her. In the end, he still lost, but it was not what he used to be. He was beaten down in minutes. He was beaten to the ground, and Guan Zhiyu was also a little panting. He lay on the ground, like the first time, too lazy to get up.

Guan Zhiyu inserted the knife back into the scabbard and squatted down beside him: "Is this not enough?"

He Qingchuan turned his face to the side, not wanting to see her.

Guan Zhiyu reached out and grabbed his skirt, pulled it up, and kissed him like he was in that cave without a word of explanation.

"Idiot."

Guan Zhiyu laughed and let go, letting the bewildered He Qingchuan be caught off guard and hit the back of his head heavily, and got up and walked down the mountain.

"Hey!"

The moment Guan Zhiyu kissed him, He Qingchuan was dumbfounded, but he became happy again for no reason. He couldn't help but shouted at the back of Guan Zhiyu's departure.

What does she mean, is it...

Guan Zhiyu waved his hand smartly: "Come back and talk about it."

I'll talk later.

Say it when you come back.

He Qingchuan waited at the Jiuxuanmen, waiting for her answer to come back, and finally waited for Guan Zhiyu's sword.

The knife that once danced with the mountains and cracked the wind and thundered Tianzhu.

…………………………………………………………………………………………

He Qingchuan sat cross-legged in front of the thin woman at the core of the formation, without intending to get up.

Jun Wanbai and the others vaguely guessed something, but didn't dare to speak, so they turned their eyes to the strange nine elders. The Ninth Elder raised his head and looked at Jingling Platform, and for a moment, waved his sleeves: "Let's go in."

"Where is Elder He?"

"He defended the line."

The Nine Elders briefly explained one sentence, without saying more.

Jun, Wan, and Bai did not ask any more, and followed the Nine Elders around the place where the Nine Profound people were sitting, and walked into Jingling Taichung, which is very similar to the Qingming Pagoda.

After Jun Wanbai and others entered Jinglingtai, only He Qingchuan was left in this clearing.

"Hello."

He Qingchuan placed the heavy knife horizontally on his knee. After Yi Heping brought Guan Zhiyu's knife back to him, he didn't say a word and punched Yi Heping in the face.

Yi Heping is not defensive. Yi Heping, who is always elegant and personable, was beaten blue by him that day. Yi Heping said, if you want to fight faster, I have to see the master.

He Qingchuan scolded you and picked up the knife and left. Since then, Yi Heping and none of them have seen Guan Zhiyu's knife again. Ye Yi once asked where the knife went, He Qingchuan said blankly, and lost it.

Ye Yi didn't dare to ask any more.

From then on, He Qingchuan carried a heavy knife everywhere.

Guan Zhiyu's knife was cast into his own knife by him.

When he took it out that day and gave it to Hezhou, his knife was also broken. Now this heavy knife is recast from a broken knife, and He Qingchuan always feels that it is much lighter than before.

But in fact, Guan Zhiyu's knife is extremely light and thin, almost weightless.

He turned his head to look at Guan Zhiyu's face with closed eyes, still the familiar sharp raised eyebrows.

"Yi Heping made a tomb for you behind the mountain gate. I wrote Guan Zhiyu, He Qingchuan's wife, on the tombstone."

"You have bullied me for so many years and crushed me for so many years. It is time for me to crush you."

"I said you are He Qingchuan's wife, do you agree?"

Jun Wanbai and the others have entered the Jingling Terrace. He Qingchuan sat alone beside Guan Zhiyu, lowered his head, looked at the heavy knife on his knee, and asked in a low voice.

He thought he was funny.

In the beginning, it was a matter of face, and I couldn't ask, but then I never had the opportunity to ask.

Now that I have asked, no one has answered.

He has practiced heavy swords for so many years. In the eyes of the disciples and elders on the Jiu Xuan Sect, he is a violent and bad tempered steel man, but at this time he spoke to Guan Zhiyu, but his expression clearly changed The boy who was beaten to the ground and refused to get up.

"I know you are going to call me stupid again."

After he asked, he laughed first.

He took the wine jar from the ring, patted the lid, and poured his head up.

"Drink, drink, drink with you."

Guru Guru, one altar by altar.

"I will drink with you."

He said, calmly.