a ruthless swordsman

58.

I grabbed Xie Ling's clothes, leaned closer to him, and whispered unconsciously: "Brother Ling, my father still doesn't know about this."

If my father was directly asked to make the decision, he would definitely clear up the Jianzong ethos with great fanfare, and it would definitely affect the third senior brother to continue to investigate the theft, and the situation for sister Cheng would be even more difficult.

Xie Ling pinched my right cheek and asked, "Where is Li Yanxing?"

To my dad of course...

I panicked for a moment, and the door quietly pushed open, saying that Cao Cao Cao Cao had arrived.

"Brother!" I called out to him.

The third senior brother walked over quickly and greeted Xie Ling, Xie Ling called him senior brother Li nonchalantly, it was a rare moment of peace between the two of them.

I watched him open his mouth, hesitating for a long while, it was hard to tell what happened just now.

"what happened?"

I collected myself and told him about the portrait.

The third senior brother frowned slightly, and said hesitantly, "...Eldest senior brother?"

"Well, anyone who has seen the elder brother will not mistake the person in the painting."

Xie Ling calmed down in a rare way, listening to our conversation calmly and calmly.I glanced at him sideways, and was surprised to find that he was secretly looking at the third senior brother.

That's right, it was indeed a sneak peek.

But he quickly noticed my gaze, and immediately looked away calmly.

I chewed it secretly, the look in my eyes implied scrutiny, but there was no small thorn in Xie Ling's usual relentless restraint.

Wei Zai strange also.

It's just a matter of a few breaths, the third senior brother didn't notice the flickering expressions of the two of us, he lowered his eyes and thought for a while, and said, "What did Miss Cheng say?"

I scratched my head in shame: "I didn't dare to say that it was a senior brother, but sister Cheng should have seen that I was in trouble."

Whether surprised or unbelievable, the moment of pause before was my indelible mistake.

After a pause, I asked courteously: "Senior brother, where is my father..."

"Lin Qing is not a disciple under the name of the master, and will probably be handed over to Uncle Cui to deal with it." The third senior brother looked a little embarrassed, "I have concealed a thing or two, and plan to solve it privately, so as not to disturb the teacher Qingxiu."

59.

This move is right in my arms.

But it's a little weird.

The third senior brother usually only knows how to practice swords and improve his cultivation, and he strictly does what my father ordered, just like a delicate vessel without emotion.

There's a touch of humanity in him, I think.

It couldn't be better.

60.

"Brother, what are you going to do? Are you going to bring Sister Cheng back to Cuifeng Mountain?"

"No."

Two completely different voices raised their objections at the same time. I looked up in astonishment, not knowing who to look at.

Xie Ling was the first to grab the white: "Axue, you forgot what I said, don't startle the snake."

"Junior Brother Xie is right," Third Senior Brother nodded slightly, "The wider the scope of this matter is now, the more detrimental it is to Miss Cheng's safety. Besides, she is extremely weak, and the arrow missed to save her life. Since Cang It took about two hours for Zhouzhou to drive to Lishui, and Miss Cheng has already vomited four times, and she definitely can't bear the fatigue of the boat."

"That's right, if we don't entrust her to a trustworthy person and make a plan after recuperating, we can find out the truth for her in the next few months."

I see they are both right.

but--

"Sister Cheng is lonely and helpless. From her point of view, this decision is for her to swallow her pain and calm down."

61.

"Don't worry," Third Senior Brother cast a glance outside the courtyard, then raised his voice suddenly, "Senior Sister Mu, Miss Cheng, come in and talk."

I:"?"

Sister Mu laughed crisply, pushed the door open, and walked in without a trace of embarrassment on her face, and winked at me: "Xuechu, you and Xie Si eavesdropped on my corner once, and I brought someone to ask for it back." It’s cheap, but now it’s even.”

Her eyes were extremely lively, and her appearance was completely different from that of Sister Cheng. She was playing with a sharp and shiny short knife in her hand, and she said with great care: "I don't care about the private affairs of the Ruthless Sword Sect. I don't care about the character of you little fellows." But it’s trustworthy. I’ll take care of you, and if anyone has the guts to come to Baicaomen to plant an inner ghost, he will weigh his own life.”

"Thank you." Third Senior Brother said.

Sister Mu turned to look at the woman who was as weak as water beside her, and said with a light smile: "You heard it just now, whether you go back to Baicaomen with me to raise your health, or go to Cuifeng Mountain with these bastards, it's up to you to decide." .”

Before Sister Cheng spoke, I rubbed the tip of my nose, raised my eyes and said sincerely, "Sister Cheng... I'm sorry."

"The person in the portrait is my senior brother Xu Mu. I was surprised for a moment so I didn't say it outright. I didn't mean to hide it from you. Don't worry, my senior brother and I will definitely give you justice."

"You don't need to apologize." Sister Cheng slightly raised the corners of her lips, her pale face regained a bit of anger, her lips moved, and she said firmly: "This life was acquired with great difficulty, and it should not be easily lost because of irrelevant people. .”

She used "irrelevant person" to refer to the person who married her and killed her, her tone was extremely calm, as if that person was just a stranger.

I think, Sister Cheng is by no means the fragile and weak woman in Min Jin's eyes, on the contrary, she has her own ideas more than any other girl.

As a woman and a pharmacist, Baicaomen is not far from Lishui City, and it is indeed one of the best places for her to go.

I have occasional correspondence with Sister Mu, and when I return to Jianzong, if I find out something, sending letters to Baicaomen is not too noticeable.

For the time being, there is such a solution to this matter. After seeing off the two elder sisters, I let out a long sigh of relief, and my whole body was exhausted in an instant. I wish I could collapse on the bed and take a rest immediately.

but I can not.

Because there is one more thing left to do.

The three of my senior brothers went back to their rooms, and Xie Ling sat down on the mat, "Axue, I've driven for more than two hours, so I'm tired."

"It's okay, I'll go and deliver the medicine to the third senior brother, and I'll come back after delivering it."

Without looking back, I burrowed behind the screen, found the wound medicine and cloth strips I had prepared before leaving from the luggage, stuffed them into the front of my clothes, and rushed out at lightning speed, rushing to the door of the third senior brother.

62.

"Xiao Chu?"

I raised the medicine bottle and shook it in front of his eyes: "Brother, I'm here to change your medicine!"

He backed away in a vain manner, allowing me to enter the wing.

"Fortunately, it's a skin injury." I muttered, and hurriedly unwound the cloth strip wrapped around his left hand twice, washed it with water, and reapplied the powder.

The third senior brother is talented, he can wield a sword with both left and right hands, and it is a sin to hurt either one.

The feathered arrow has been taken out of his robe, and he is lying on the side of the pillow, and I freed my hand to hold it in my hand.

The feathers attached to the ends are not like ordinary bows and arrows. I don't know what kind of bird's tail feathers they are plucked from.The shaft is much thicker than ordinary feathered arrows, and the front end is sharply cut. If the arrow does not miss the target, the life of the person who hit the arrow will definitely be lost.

The bowstring was tense, and the internal force mixed with vigor actually cut the third senior brother's flesh.

Rao didn't hurt my muscles and bones, but when I think about it again, I still have lingering fears.

When I was young, I was not very peaceful. I climbed trees and drenched water on Cuifeng Mountain all day long, and bumps and bumps were common.For some reason, the color of blood fell on Third Senior Brother, and I became instinctively afraid.

It was as if I had seen him bleeding profusely.

I rubbed the feather arrow again and again, my finger suddenly hurt, and I accidentally scratched the pulp of the finger.

Fortunately, it was only a wide wound on the nail cover, and it would heal after a while.

I'm not Xie Ling, I have to drag people to complain when I scratch my skin, "It hurts to death" and "I'm going to die" at the same time, yelling indiscriminately.

"Little brother!" The third senior brother grabbed the feathered arrow and put it back to its original place. His calm face implied sullenness. He only called me, and I shrank my neck, remembering his meticulousness when he urged me to practice swordsmanship. look.

Unexpectedly, the expected cold reprimand did not come, but was replaced by an inaudible sigh.

"Senior Brother..." I couldn't read Third Senior Brother's thoughts, but I could see his hesitant face, so I subconsciously teased him, raised my index finger to my lips and blew, and said with a smile: " It's gone, and now it won't hurt."

The third senior brother frowned, squeezed his wrist and pulled my left hand to his lips, paused, and blew lightly on his fingertips in the same way.

The hot and humid wind exhaled from my mouth, brushing over the small wound that gradually stopped bleeding, and my whole body was frozen like a wood carving, and I didn't even know how to turn my eyeballs.

"Isn't this... the pain?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore..." I suddenly couldn't say a word, and swallowed the question in a hurry.

He had never met his mother before, so how did he know that "blow a blow" was just a rhetoric used by A Niang to coax children.

This idiot, he believed it.

The third senior brother looked serious, I suddenly had other thoughts, turned to face him, and said seriously: "Actually, there is another way to relieve the pain, senior brother, do you want to know?"

"what?"

I pulled away the palm held by him, threw my arms around his waist, and buried my head in his arms.

"Brother, don't keep your face all day long, just let me hug you for a while!"