Hidden Blade Chapter 38: One puff of water in the eyes.

(ps: It’s the New Year. It’s busy these few days. I’ll be even busier when I go back to my hometown tomorrow. The update will be very unstable these days. I hope you will forgive me. I will try my best to update. The normal update should be around the seventh day of the day. Thank you. Everyone has supported this year from "Sword Chang'an" to "Zangfeng". Next year, I will work harder and strive to increase the speed from two to three. Finally, I wish you all a happy new year!)

The trip to Yanzhou temporarily stopped.

Because of Mr. Wei's words, and also because after that, Ning Zhumang confirmed the authenticity of these words.

"Venous exhaustion, breath disorder, vitality will die, life fire will be embers." This is what Ning Zhumang said to Xu Han when he walked out of Mr. Wei's door.

At that time, Ning Zhumang's pale complexion and ugly expression on his face, but Xu Han could not doubt the truth of the matter.

But he still feels lost.

It all came too suddenly after all.

It's as if the middle-aged man still whispered in his ear last moment: "Xiaohan...Xiaohan...Xiaohan..."

At this moment, someone tells you that he only has three days to live.

The contrast between the two gave Xu Han an unspeakable sense of unreality.

It's as if all this is just a nightmare, he wants to wake up, but finds himself trapped inside.

Can't escape, can't step forward, can't get rid of it.

......

Chu Qiuli woke up at the hour of the second day.

Xu Han, who had been by the side of the bed, was already drowsy, Xuan'er and Aow awakened him in exclamation.

He walked quickly to the middle-aged man's side, wanting to ask about his condition.

But the middle-aged man grinned at him with a pale face, "Xiaohan, I want to drink."

Chu Qiuli was already forty years old, with a thick beard on his face, but he said something like this to Xu Han in an almost coquettish tone. If it were normal, Xu Han could only Reward him with a roll of eyes.

But at this moment, Xu Han nodded refreshingly after a slight daze.

So early in the morning, under the stunned eyes of Yan Zhan and others, Xu Han and the middle-aged man left the inn and went straight to the best tavern in Wuzhou Town.

The hotel staff had not had time to clean up the mess left by the drinkers yesterday, and then Chu Qiuli and Xu Han ushered in.

The big man ordered a large table of dishes and ordered a few jars of wine, and then threw an ingot borrowed from Yan Zhan on the table. Seeing the ingot, the little Er's eyes immediately beamed. , Greeted busy.

For this meal, the two of them drank from the bright sun to the beginning of the Hua Deng, and from the sound of people to Liao no one.

The drinkers in the tavern come and go, and Chu Qiuli's wine glasses stop and go.

Chu Qiuli was a chatter, and he didn't change it even at this time. He was drinking wine while chattering in Xu Han's ear.

He said that wine is a bowel knife, which can cut away sorrow.

He said that his master likes to drink, his brother also likes to drink, and now he is the only one who can continue to drink, so he wants to drink them together.

He said that he and her are the only two of Thieves. There is no right way to go. She went the wrong way, and he went the dead way. It's all a dead end, but also a stranger.

He said that there are many immortals in the world who all want to live forever, but they don't know that the road to the sky has been blocked long ago. The Sacred Gate of Thieves is not the first lesson for the past, and it will not be the last.

He said a lot. Xu Han understood some of them but not some of them, but he wrote them down one by one.

Not only his words, but also his drunken and dim face at the moment.

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The next day, Chu Qiuli found Xu Han again.

He licked his face, somewhat shy and somewhat eager to say: "Xiaohan, I want to listen to music."

Without hesitation, Xu Han found Yan Zhan again and borrowed some money.

Then he led Chu Qiuli to find the best brothel in Wuzhou Town, opened a best wing room, and called up the most beautiful girls in this building, who sang the best songs.

This road is not peaceful, Chu Qiuli's body is obviously much worse than yesterday, his face is pale and bloodless, and his footsteps are obviously not as light as yesterday.

But when he sat on the soft low couch in the box, the big man still showed a pleasant smile on his face.

At that time, several girls walked to the door of the room, wearing gorgeous makeup, wearing red, white or purple veil, and the crispy meat on their **** was held up high, suet jade His white arms were bare.

This can be regarded as a pretty beautiful scenery.

But when Chu Qiuli saw these women, his face suddenly collapsed.

"No! No!" he yelled, "Tsing Yi, I want Tsing Yi!"

Perhaps the big guy's crazy look frightened these girls, and they all froze in place.

"Change Tsing Yi." Xu Han, who was sitting aside, put an ingot of ingots on the wooden table beside him with a calm expression.

The women suddenly came to their senses, and their eyes were all attracted by the ingot.

"Hurry up if you want, you are not the only brothel in Wuzhou Town." Xu Han said lightly at that time.

All the women who heard this changed their complexion and hurried out of the room. They walked back after a breathtaking scene, and their clothes were changed into beautiful green shirts. .

Chu Qiuli drank the wine while looking at the women. The women seemed to understand that only by taking care of the sloppy big man in front of them could they get that ingot. So when Chu Qiuli's eyes came on They all straightened their chests one after another, trying to attract the other's eyes.

"It's not like...not like..." Chu Qiuli shook his head.

"Would you like to change the house?" Xu Han asked.

Hearing this, the women all looked terrified.

"Forget it..." Chu Qiuli shook his head happily, "Sing a song..."

But a few of them looked at each other a little, as if they couldn't understand Chu Qiuli's thoughts.

"Come one by one, you are best at singing." Xu Han said at that time when he saw it.

The women hesitated for a while, but under the temptation of that ingot, someone still took a step.

"There are floors deep in the noisy flowers, and the painting curtains are half-rolled and the east wind is soft. Spring returns to Cui Mo, Pingsha is soft and tender, and the weeping Yang is golden and shallow. Late days urging flowers, light clouds and rain, light cold and light warm."

The woman’s voice is soft, and the rhythm is suitable. A song called "Water Dragon Yin" is at a mid-to-high level~IndoMTL.com~ but Chu Qiuli shook his head at that time, "No, no, change. One!"

"A monarch is like a cloud in the sky, and a dragon is like a bird in the cloud, following each other, reflecting the sun and the wind."

"If you are in the middle of the lake, you are like a heart of water..."

Another woman sang lightly, but Chu Qiuli threw the wine glass in her hand at that time and cursed: "That's not right! Change one!!!"

......

So three or four women sang in a row, but Chu Qiuli vetoed them one by one.

The look on the face of the big man, from dissatisfaction to anger, from anger to loss...

"Neither is right, neither is right..."

"No one can sing her taste...No one can sing her taste..."

He murmured to himself, when he wanted to drink, he found that the wine glass in his hand had already been broken by him.

Those women were finally dismissed by Xu Han, leaving only Xu Han and Chu Qiuli in the door of Nuo Da's room.

The door is terribly quiet.

The big man looked at the wine glass that was broken all over the floor, and then looked at the boy in front of him.

He stretched out his hand suddenly and gently tapped the table beside him, again and again, with a strange rhythm.

"The sky is bright and the moon is bright, and the Shiba dog is barking in the field."

"There are flowers blooming in Nanshan, and fish fat in Beihe."

"You drew your eyebrows to cover the tears of the red candle..."

"You said the old country is beautiful, but how beautiful is the old country..."

"Not as good as the puddle of water in your eyes..."

Chu Qiuli sang Xu Han's unknown ballad with his hoarse voice.

Such a tender tune is obviously not suitable for Chu Qiuli's rough voice, but Xu Han, who is inexplicable, feels that this tune is perfectly matched at this time.

So he wrote it down again, including the tears that fell from the corners of his eyes when the middle-aged man was singing...

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