Sealing Sword Chapter 22: Canglu

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When Ye Fusheng woke up, it was already the next morning.

Cut the clouds and silk, and cut the silk. The window door was blown by the breeze, and a few small pieces of gold leaf fell in. He lay in bed for a while, and there was still a **** and itchy itch after alive, all over his body, and he immediately wanted to faint again. one time.

"Don't pretend to be dead when you wake up, or it will kill me." Sun Minfeng Shi Shiran came over and gave him a pulse, "The pulse is stable, the blood is depleted, and there is nothing major for the time being. Turn around and gnaw some brown sugar dates. What."

Everything in my eyes became clear, and the piercing pain in my right leg disappeared, and my body was rare and brisk. Ye Fusheng recognized Sun Minfeng, and rubbed the memory that was not fragmented before the coma, and finally put it together: "Thank you for your help, ah...Where is your family master?"

"Going out for a walk." Sun Minfeng picked him up without gentleness and stuffed him with a pile of peanuts, "Let’s eat, just cooked, don’t get caught in the heat."

Ye Fusheng: "..."

The two knocked like hamsters for a while. Ye Fusheng looked at Sun Minfeng with playful eyes and raised his eyebrows: "Mr. Sun has something to ask about?"

Sun Minfeng thought for a while, nodded and admitted: "Are you broken sleeve?"

Ye Fusheng almost choked to death with a mouthful of peanuts.

"It doesn't seem to be the case." Sun Minfeng was a little regretful, and asked: "Do you think my master looks like a broken sleeve?"

Ye Fusheng hammered his chest, finally healed, and said: "He... is still young, it is too early to say this."

Sun Minfeng looked at him like a ghost.

"You are not broken sleeves, then I don't understand too much." Sun Minfeng lifted Erlang's legs and looked at Ye Fu's sickly and sullen face, "I am not a family or affectionate, why does he do for you..."

When the words were not finished, a person came in at the door and said coldly: "Ghost doctor, if you have nothing to do, you should treat your big tongue first."

Ye Fusheng heard this sound, and his free hand gripped the quilt secretly, then slowly loosened it, and when he looked up, he saw Chu Xiwei entered the room with a sinking face, one in his hand. When the small silver pot was put on the table, the whole table shook with such a strong force.

The child is getting older and his temper is getting bigger.

Looking at his temperament, and thinking about it, Ye Fusheng suddenly felt such vicissitudes of life when he was watching the tide. Ten years apart, things are different, no one can count as a good time to have a happy conversation, let alone the old accounts of old sesame seeds and rotten millet between the two people, or the almost incomprehensible blood feud.

It was a big accident that Chu Xiwei didn't chop him up to feed the dog. Ye Fusheng wondered if he was an elder anyway, and he couldn't care about it anymore, so he raised a smile and waved to him: "I'm back? Come and sit."

Sun Min's wind came to see the opportunity, and he rolled out smoothly. After a while, his voice was already far outside the door: "Master, I'll go to Xuanhu Jishi first, talk slowly!"

As soon as he left, the atmosphere in the room didn't ease, but it became more embarrassing. Chu Xiwei stood there and looked at Ye Fusheng for a long time, seeing that the smile on the other's face was stiff, and then walked over, but did not sit, but looked at him condescendingly, her lips curled up. Playful tone: "Ye...Floating?"

Ye Fusheng touched his nose, he was not used to such a high-low perspective: "It's just a name, just call it whatever you like."

"Yes, I used to call you...'Master'." Chu Xiwei watched as his draped black hair was mixed with a few traces of frosty white, for a while, his throat was like a throat, his hands behind his back were tight. The grip is released again, "But do you think you are still qualified to bear these two words?"

Ye Fusheng's heart was pierced, but his smile did not change: "Ayao, the older you are, the more awkward you are. When you were young..."

"Don't tell me when I was a kid!" Chu Xiwei suddenly reached out and jammed his throat, pressing Ye Fusheng directly against the wall behind him with great force, hitting the back of his head with pain.

Close at hand, breathing blended, even the eyelashes were visible, but the two people so close to each other are separated by an insurmountable sky.

The edge of Chu Xiwei's eye pupils faintly showed an abnormal dark red. His voice was very soft and there was a smile on his face, but his eyes were choppy.

He said: "I really want to kill you, Master."

Ye Fusheng recovered his breath, and raised a smiling face at Chu Xiwei: "Okay."

After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes, and even withdrew his instinctive defense just now, calmly letting others hold the key, and his attitude naturally seemed as if someone didn't want his life, but just wanted to take a nap.

Chu Xiwei's gaze traced across his face inch by inch, her palm trembled a few times, and she slowly retracted it.

"Your life, I have been waiting for ten years, and it's not too late." He returned to the table, "However, I really didn't expect that you would have fallen to this point when you meet again."

"Thirty years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi, who hasn't had any bad luck yet?" Ye Fusheng opened his eyes, shrugged, looked up and down Chu Xi slightly, shook his head and said: "However, although both Speaking of women’s eighteenth change, I didn’t expect the boys to have changed even more. Back then, you didn’t even have a stack of shoes on my side. You were still a little fat man, and you were stunned when you ran. When I carried you on the plum blossom pile, it was like putting a meatball on a bamboo stick..."

"Shut up!" Chu Xiwei has been in a high position for many years, and it has been a long time since anyone has exposed the dark history. At the moment, she is a little embarrassed and turned into anger. Choking made his chest feel stuffy.

He gritted his teeth: "Ye Fusheng, do you really think I won't kill you?"

Ye Fusheng made gestures on his neck and blinked his eyes; "This head has been stored for you for ten years, and you are welcome to pick it up anytime."

The feeling of the dog biting Wang Ba couldn't put down his mouth made Chu Xiwei even more irritable. He caught a glimpse of the silver pot he had just put on the table and took a sip.

The next moment, he twitched, turned his head and sprayed, coughing embarrassingly, his pale face flushed.

This wine is colorless and tasteless. He also tried the poison with a silver needle first, but now, as soon as he took it, it was like a mouthful of huanglian chili water. It was bitter and spicy, and the throat was sore. He swallowed, as if swallowing a rusty knife.

Ye Fusheng looked surprised, opened the quilt and got out of the bed. He stretched out his hand to pat Chu Xiwei on the back and gave him comfort: "What's wrong with you?"

Chu Xiwei was so choked to speak, she covered her mouth to suppress the nausea in her stomach, the dark red in her eyes faded away, leaving only the irritated tears, she took a look at it. Shengbo.

...When that little fat Dun'er was bullied by herself before, he did not cry like this.

Looking at him like this, Ye Fusheng bloomed a flower from his devastated heart, tremblingly, but scratched.

He poured a cup of hot water for Chu Xiwei, picked up the small silver pot and looked at it carefully. It was palm-sized and exquisite in workmanship. It didn't seem to be a cheap thing. He got close to the pot and sniffed, and it was nothing. The smell is not so much wine. It is better to say that there is a pot of white water.

He took a sip of the wine, and his whole body became stiff.

Chu Xiwei felt that the hand tapping his back suddenly stopped, and then there was a slight tremor. He panicked and grabbed Ye Fusheng's palm with his backhand. He looked up and found that man's face His laughter faded instantly, leaving nothing but a daze.

"Canglu..."

Chu Xiwei was taken aback: "What's wrong with you?"

Ye Fusheng's hands increased their strength unconsciously. He cracked a small slit in the silver pot, and the wine leaked out and wetted his hands. Only then did Ye Fusheng relax his strength as if he had first awakened, and put the rest inside. All the wine was poured out, full of a glass.

He looked at Chu Xiwei, his eyes were red, and his lips moved: "Who gave you this?"

"...A white-haired Taoist leader with a clear number." After hesitating, Chu Xiwei was a little confused, "Do you know?"

"Clear, clear..." Ye Fusheng muttered repeatedly for a while, seeing that Chu Xiwei almost thought that Sun Minfeng had given him fake medicine, and now he was mad.

Just as he was about to go out and bring the quack doctor over, Ye Fusheng suddenly grabbed his hand.

Chu Xiwei lost the Ice Soul Pearl, her martial energy in her body was no longer stable, and her body temperature was slightly higher. However, Ye Fusheng's body temperature was now low due to medication and physical weakness. The two of them were caught off guard and touched their skin, as if ice and fire suddenly collided. One of them shuddered from the heat, and the other shivered from the condensation.

Chu Xiwei was stunned, throwing away his hand, a face stinking: "What are you doing?"

"Ayao, where is that person?" Ye Fusheng looked at him with her eyes facing each other, and Chu Xiwei could see the light suddenly rising in his eyes.

It's like a dying person, resurgence in this moment.

He felt a little uncomfortable inexplicably, and he didn't say anything very angry: "What are you doing?"

"Ayao, you take me to see him. After I saw him, I will answer you whatever you say from now on." Ye Fusheng held the small silver pot with no expression on his face, but his eyes were wet. "I never begged you in my life, just this time, you promised me."

When this stubborn prodigal son is almost never so serious, even the life and death agreement ten years ago, he just said lightly: "You want to kill me for revenge? Okay, ten years later, this one Your life is yours."

Wealth and wealth are like clouds, life and death are like leisure, Chu Xiwei always thought that no one else in this world would shake him.

Until now.

He felt a little unreasonably uncomfortable, as if the flower he had been waiting for finally opened, but was smashed down one step ahead of him. The hands in the sleeves were slowly clenched, the muscles and bones were distinct, the pupils of the eyes became scarlet again, and his face Quietly: "Oh? Really?"

Ye Fusheng didn't pay attention to the danger in his words, staring at the little silver pot without blinking, he focused on his head.

"I met this Daoist three hours ago. If you want to see him, you can take you to chase him now, but..." Chu Xi slowly held Ye Fusheng's shoulders, "You tell me first , Who is he?"

Ye Fusheng hesitated: "He is mine..."

Chu Xiwei's eyes slowly narrowed, and her hand casually buckled Ye Fusheng's shoulder and well points.

"...Madam."

The accumulated evil spirit was pierced with a single needle, and it vented cleanly.