Hidden Blade Chapter 97: The green plum won’t open

"Are you locked up there?"

The snow in Lujiaoyuan is heavier and colder than that of Chen Guo.

Of course, apart from these, the gray snow of Antler Plain makes people feel a dull suffocation.

Xu Han stood on the snowy ground, and the snow falling from the sky came to his head, but it seemed to have encountered an invisible barrier, separated from the sides of his head, and fell towards the surroundings.

Xu Han pointed his finger at the black-covered mountain in the distance, and asked Xuan'er on his shoulder.

"Meow?" Xuan'er stared at the mountain with wide-eyed eyes, and let out a soft call for unknown reasons.

Wow, who was running in the snow, raised his head and looked at Xuan'er. The dog's mouth was full of snow stains, and it was about to run towards Xuan'er like a happy one.

Shoo.

A sound of breaking through the air came, and a snowball hit him on the head at that time. His body staggered, and then he fell into the snow with a very appropriate movement of a wild dog to poop. In the ground.

"Squeak!" There was a burst of laughter from the side, but Ah Huang was holding the snowball and grinning not far away.

It seems that bullying has become the biggest hobby of the former Demon King now...

"Let's go." Xu Han shook his head helplessly. It was no surprise that he was about to turn around and leave. Ahuang and Aowu had to temporarily put down their grievances. Keep up with Xu Han's pace and leave with him.

"There are many secrets hidden in that mountain."

"Meow?"

"A lot of people who shouldn't have died too."

"Meow?"

"When we come back next time, let's go check it out together, okay?"

"Meow!"

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, covering up the footprints of a group of people. Only the person and the cat are unclear, so the conversation still reverberates in the ice and snow.

......

"Hey. This October cold and snowy sky, there is no good wine but no one to drink it. It is really boring." Chu Qiuli sat in the other courtyard, playing with the wine glass in his hand, watching the heavy snow falling outside the window. Muttered to himself very distractedly.

Li's father and son brought 20,000 herdsmen and a hundred thousand tiger and leopard riders collected by Chen Xuanji to the Changwu Pass of the border, and prepared to retake the lost ground. Ning Zhumang and Song Yueming also disappeared. The group of people who came to Chen Guo collapsed since then. Chu Qiu had no drinking partner. For him who was addicted to alcohol, he was naturally depressed.

It was getting late, and Su Muan, who was well-dressed, walked out of the room with a knife.

Chu Qiuli, who was sad and unaccompanied, rolled his eyes and hurriedly stopped Su Muan and said, "Come on, Xiao Muan, take a drink with me."

Su Mu'an, who had already stepped out of the room with one foot, stopped, glanced sideways at Chu Qiuli, and said: "I don't know how to drink."

"Oh! Man man, there is no reason why you can't drink?" Chu Qiuli naturally refused to let Su Mu'an go, carrying the wine glass and walked to Su Mu'an with a carefree gesture.

Su Mu'an was dumb for a while, hesitantly froze in place.

When Chu Qiuli saw it, he knew that there was a drama, and he quickly said: "Which one of the swordsmen in this book is not a big piece of meat and a big bowl of alcohol?"

"Is that so?" Su Muan frowned, thinking seriously about the stories he had seen in the book.

"Of course!" Chu Qiuli struck the iron while it was hot, and passed the wine glass in his hand to Su Muan's, and then he kept giving encouragement to the little guy.

Su Muan hesitated for a while, but finally couldn't hold back Chu Qiuli's enthusiasm, and said at that time: "Then just have a drink?"

Chu Qiuli knew the truth about how things were difficult at the beginning, and naturally wouldn't object to it, so he was busy nodding at that time.

So after a quarter of an hour, Su Muan stood up from his seat with flushed face, and he waved his hand to Chu Qiuli again and again, saying: "Uncle Chu, you can't drink anymore."

"There is no reason why men can no longer drink, come, our brothers are not drunk or return today." Chu Qiuli shouted loudly, and then raised his glass to Su Muan again.

Su Mu'an couldn't stand it, so she could only say: "I still have to teach the nineteen swordsmanship. I really can't drink it anymore."

When Chu Qiuli heard this, a teasing smile suddenly appeared on his face. He winked at Su Mu'an and said: "It turns out that I am going to see Xiao Nineteen. No wonder I dressed so clean today. "

Su Muan's face turned red when he heard the words, and he waved his hands again and again: "Uncle Chu, it's not what you think, I'm just going to teach her how to use the sword."

"I know, I know." Chu Qiuli didn't listen to Su Mu'an's explanation at all. He said as a person who came over: "My junior and I were like this back then. I have no guesses and childhood sweethearts."

"I was punished by the Tongya Waterfall back then, and she secretly delivered food for me. The mist lingered under the waterfall, and she was dressed in a green dress, walking through the mist, carrying a lunch box. With a small smile, that scene is like a fairy descending to the earth..."

Su Mu'an's face became more and more ruddy, and she wanted to speak but she was a little stupid. He was not Chu Qiuli's opponent at all. He just listened to Chu Qiuli's narrative that he couldn't insert a word in the past. Words come.

Just as Su Mu'an was in a dilemma, he found that Chu Qiuli's expression of fascination seemed to have long since cared whether there was anyone beside him. With a move of Su Mu'an, he tentatively stepped out of the room.

"I still remember that year. I was twelve and she was also twelve. I secretly took her down the mountain to play. When the master found out and punished us, we both knelt outside the sect. Suddenly we got up. Rain, I used my clothes to cover her from the rain, and she gently leaned in my arms..."

Chu Qiuli was still chattering, Su Muan knew this was a rare opportunity, and hurriedly let go of her feet and ran out.

"More, more."

"I was sixteen years old that year, and she was sixteen years old." Chu Qiuli murmured, then turned his head and looked at Su Muan, only to realize that the guy had long been gone. The drunk-eyed Chu Qiuli was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled bitterly. After all, he swallowed the words that came to his lips.

He picked up the wine glass alone and said, "It's nice to be young."

After speaking, he raised his head and drank the glass of wine in one fell swoop.

......

"Dead Mu'an! Smelly Mu'an!"

In another courtyard of the Qin Palace, Xiao Nineteen with red cheeks crouched under the eaves, watching the snow falling from the sky, muttering constantly in his mouth: Waiting for me here, I haven't seen anyone in this hour or three!"

"No wonder that no man is a good thing, he knows to be a lie!"

Speaking of Xiao Nineteen, it seemed that she was trying to vent her unrestrained heart. She grabbed the stone on the ground and threw it at the snowy ground, apparently treating the snow in front of her as some "stinky man" in her heart. .

"Nineteen!" At this moment, a clear voice came from behind her.

Nineteen with a happy expression on his face, hurriedly stood up, turned his head to see, it was Su Muan who had trot all the way to this place.

The joy was about to sway on Nineteen's face, but soon the little guy seemed to have thought of something, and forced the joy down again. She frowned, pursed her mouth, and snorted coldly towards Su Muan who ran up to her.

"Huh!" As soon as the cold snort fell, Nineteen raised his head and turned around.

This kind of piety is almost vividly showing "I am very angry, the kind of anger that I can't coax me well".

Such an almost straightforward expression, even people like Xu Han who are slightly slow in dealing with men and women can probably figure out what happened. But it happened that she met Su Muan...

"Nineteen, hurry up and practice the knife, it's a bit late." Su Muan seemed to have never seen Nineteen's behavior at all. After standing still, she took out the knife behind her back and put it on. In a posture, he said, there was a hint of urging in his tone.

"Hmph!" Nineteen, who was already full of grievances and dissatisfaction, naturally became more unhappy. She stomped her foot and let out a cold snort again.

"What's the matter?" Rao Su Muan also faintly noticed something strange at this time. He put down the knife in his hand and asked with a puzzled look at the nineteenth person who was facing him.

"Humph!" Nineteen snorted for the third time since meeting Su Mu'an.

She turned her head, looked at Su Muan with a pouting mouth, and said angrily: "You are late!"

Su Mu'an was taken aback, then nodded and said: "I know, so let's start now."

Speaking of Su Mu'an, he raised the knife again and set a posture.

Nineteen probably never thought that Su Mu'an would react like this again. After a few breaths, her face was flushed red, and then she stomped again, the red riding boots were stepping on snow on the ground.

"I won't learn anymore!" Nineteen said, holding his hands on his chest, turning his head to the side.

Su Mu'an frowned and said: "The way of practice emphasizes perseverance, you are so self-willed, how can you cultivate a profound way, how to protect yourself in this troubled world!"

Su Mu'an's tone became rarer and harsher, and Nineteen's grievance was even worse. She stomped and said: "That's none of your business, I'm not rare to learn your stinky swordsmanship!"

Speaking of anger, Nineteen simply turned around and took a step forward, looking at the posture as if he was going to walk away in anger.

Su Muan looked at Nineteen who was leaving with a calm brow. One of his hands suddenly stretched out in the direction that Nineteen was leaving, and his five fingers spread out. So, the snow on the ground in front of Nineteen was there. At that time, it piled up like an edict, and continued to bulge. In a blink of an eye, it turned into a high snow wall and blocked Xiao Nineteen's path.

Xiao Nineteen obviously didn't expect such a change, she was taken aback for a moment, and then she realized that she turned her head and was about to yell at Su Mu'an.

But at that time Su Muan had already reached her with the knife, Xiao Nineteen panicked, and hurriedly took out the knife from his back and faced the blade that Su Muan was swinging.

Although Su Muan has suppressed her strength to a very low level, Nineteen is only nine years old after all, and the strength from this blade still shocks her mouth, making her feel hot. Nineteen had never been so frightened, the eye sockets were red, and tears were almost shed.

But Su Mu'an seemed to be a different person at this time. He didn't even care about Nineteen's feelings, and suddenly attacked and killed him with one knife and the other.

"Your enemy doesn't care about your situation. The more vulnerable you are, the more fiercer his attack will be." At the same time, Su Mu'an's somber voice sounded at that time.

Xiao Nineteen was able to block Su Mu'an's knife again. She stood still and gritted her teeth, and wiped away the tears that swirled in her eye sockets. Only then did she lift the knife again and fought with Su Mu'an who had been killed. .

......

"Zhou Yuan is proficient in pharmacology. Go back and show him your injury, and you can recover tomorrow."

"I will be here waiting for you tomorrow at E, and I won't be late next time."

At the end of the Hai, Su Muan left such a cold sentence, and at that time stepped forward without even looking at Nineteen, turned around and left.

Xiao Nineteen sat alone under the steps of the eaves, and when Su Muan’s back disappeared completely, she could no longer cover the tears in the corners of her eyes after all. At that time, she covered her face with a hand full of blisters. Sobbed.

She couldn't understand why Su Mu'an would treat her aggressively like a person suddenly changed, and his shots were more severe than before. Although he had a good grasp of his measures, he still made Nineteen suffer.

Already used to being held in the palm of the hand by the people, the 19th National Congress of the Communist Party of China could not adapt to this sudden change, and the grievances in my heart surged out at that time.

Just when she was crying, a hand suddenly reached the top of her head, slowly stroking her head.

"Don't worry about it! You are a bad guy!" Nineteen mumbled, but his head still lifted at that time.

Nineteen who thought it was Su Mu'an who had gone and returned, waited until he saw the person sitting next to her, he was taken aback for a moment, and then blinked and said with tearful eyes: "Master ?"

The old man dressed in black smiled at her, and stretched out his hand to put Nineteen’s hand full of blisters on his palm. A soft green light flashed, and the blisters on Nineteen’s hand Disperse at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Nineteen hurriedly wiped away the tears on his face, and said: "Thank you, Master."

Although she managed to put a smile on her face, her red and swollen eyes still made people feel distressed.

"Why are you crying?" The old man asked with a smile.

Nineteen was taken aback, lowered his head again, pouting his mouth without answering.

The old man seemed to see through her mind, and didn’t get entangled in this question. Instead, he said to himself: “The Su family’s sword technique is never passed on. You know why he is willing to give you the most authentic sword technique. Right?"

Nineteen blinked, a little puzzled, but such doubts were quickly covered by the anger in her heart. She pouted again and said angrily: "I don't want to know, I don't want to learn anymore. His knife is broken!"

"There is such a kind of person in this world." As if he hadn't heard Nineteen's complaint, the old man murmured to himself: "He only knows how to treat you well, but he doesn't know how to let you know that he is here. Good to you."

"He will give you what he wants to give you, what he can give you, and everything he can give you. Even if the other person thinks this is not good, he will still do his own way."

Nineteen blinked again after hearing this.

She is very clever, and quickly reacted. What the old man said, she said: "You mean Su Muan, right?"

"If you know this, it means that what he did is worth it." The old man touched Nineteen's head again.

Nineteen's anger has disappeared a lot, but he still insists: "But he doesn't need to be so fierce! Obviously he was late first."

"Time is running out, so naturally I am in a hurry." The old man said unclearly.

Nineteen's eyes widened and she was a little puzzled, but she thought of another very strange thing. She asked: "Didn’t the master say that the Su family’s sword technique is not passed down? How did the master learn it? What?"

She can remember it really, her master also taught her the Su family's knife skills.

The old man paused, his eyes flickering: "Because Master once met such a fool."

Nineteen didn't quite understand, and seemed to understand but not. She asked again: "Then since Su Muan is for my good, why did the master keep me from talking to him before?"

"Humans, sometimes it’s so weird." The old man sighed and stood up: "If someone gives you three points, you want to give him ten points. You give too much. Finally, you work hard and fight. You won’t be able to survive this life. This love will eventually become a debt. The more you carry it, the more you bear, and the debt alone will make you breathless, let alone how to survive..."

The old man's words naturally made Nineteen more puzzled, and she wanted to ask more questions. But the old man who had said this suddenly turned his head to look at Nineteen and asked: "Are you ready to rest? You have to work harder and don't be beaten by him tomorrow."

Although Nineteen is a bit precocious, and usually likes to pretend to be old-fashioned, he is still a child after all. Hearing this, she immediately left behind all the unpleasantness she had had before~IndoMTL.com~ She stood up, nodded towards the old man, took out the knife on her back, and nodded towards the old man: " Hmm."

"Let's start then." The old man smiled slightly, holding a hand out of thin air, and a knife appeared in his hand at that time.

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The snow is getting bigger and bigger, as if to cover the entire Jinling city.

The drunk-eyed Chu Qiuli stood up and walked to the door of the room. He looked at the heavy snow outside the house, raised the hip flask in his hand again, and turned his head up to face the drunkenness.

But he had already drunk the wine in the jug. He shook the jug vigorously, but he didn't get half a drop of water from the jug. He squinted at the opening of the hip flask and stared at it for a long time before confirming the fact that the wine had been drunk.

He couldn't help sighing at that time, and threw the flask on the snow like a vent.

"Hey...I drank the wine...It seems that someone from Chu should be on the road."

As he said, he raised his head again and looked at Blizzard outside the house.

"Master, the disciple of the Holy Sect of Pirates seems to have no ability to revive you..."

"But the younger sister has gone the wrong way, I still have to take it as a senior, who told me that she gave me food back then?"

Chu Qiuli said this, and stepped into the flying snow in the sky.

Probably because he drank too much, he stepped on the snow with one deep foot and one shallow foot, shaking his body, as if he would fall into the snow in the next moment.

The snow is still falling, and the swaying figure in the snow drifts away. Only a wild but sad song faintly rang in the ice and snow.

"Lang rides on a bamboo horse, and Jun twists plum blossoms."

"I don’t know how old I am, and I will return in the coming year."

"Shaohua was old, but the snow fell and the green silk was white."

"The bamboo horse has never been abandoned, the green plum can't be opened?"

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