Don't Forget Everything

Wei Chuyue lazily yawned, moved his neck, tilted his head and said, "Maybe it's not that Mr. Han doesn't know, but he thinks he doesn't know?"

Han Chongwen frowned, as if he couldn't understand Wei Chuyue's words.

Wei Chuyue stood up and said, "Mr. Han might as well think about it."

Wei Chuyue walked out of the farmhouse, followed by Han Muchuan, and asked, "Han Chongwen seems to be really ignorant."

"Maybe." Wei Chuyue sighed, "He doesn't trust me, even if he knew something, he wouldn't tell me."

"Are those words just now in vain? I don't understand why Xuanjian Villa should get involved in these things."

"Not only you don't understand, but I also don't understand. But it's hard to explain clearly about Jianghu. After all, the Yuan family and the Guo family are centuries-old families. If you want to control Xuanjian Villa, there are many ways." Wei Chuyue smiled at Han Muchuan, " Look, aren't even you implicated? Han Chongwen asked you why the dignified No. [-] sword in the world is willing to be driven by Wuwangzhai, how do you answer?"

Han Muchuan also laughed: "I even signed the deed of selling myself, what else can I do if I don't let you drive me around?"

Wei Chuyue let out a chuckle: "It's as if I forced you to sign. Can anyone in the world force you to do something you don't want?"

"No, I do it voluntarily, I am willing, I seek benevolence and benevolence, and I am too late to be happy."

Wei Chuyue hugged Han Muchuan, and said with a smile: "Hurry up and clean up everything here, the snowfield is about to be closed, and you won't be able to go back any later."

"Well," Han Muchuan nodded, "You can go wherever you want."

"Help me watch Han Chongwen, I'll go down the mountain, and I should be able to come back at night."

Han Muchuan grabbed Wei Chuyue: "You stay here, and I will go down the mountain for you."

"Do not worry."

"I'm worried about your injury." Han Muchuan insisted.Wei Chuyue's internal injuries are quite serious, and the shoulder injury is even more serious. He can hardly move one arm. Now he is not even as strong as an ordinary person with no martial arts. Let alone go down the mountain to contact Wuwangzhai's informant in Yuzhou , even if it's just a horse race in the mountains, Han Muchuan is not at ease.

Wei Chuyue feels that he has become more and more precious recently, and Han Muchuan really treats him as a fragile baby, so he is not at ease no matter what.

"I don't worry about your injury." Wei Chuyue said, "I'm more familiar with Yuzhou than you, but you don't know any of the people in Wuwangzhai. I'm even more dangerous if I let you go there if something happens out of the blue."

"No." Han Muchuan held onto Wei Chuyue, "We will not go down the mountain, but we will be raised in Daxi Mountain, waiting for people from Wuwangzhai to find us."

Wei Chuyue smiled and shook his head: "Now that Han Chongwen is missing, the entire Xuanjian Villa must be on guard, and the roads up and down Daxi Mountain will be strictly guarded. It is impossible for my people to go up the mountain."

"Don't you also have eyeliner in Xuanjian Villa, so you can't arrange it?"

"It's not easy to go up the mountain, let alone enter Xuanjian Villa?"

Han Muchuan said: "If you're sneaking in, then go in openly."

Wei Chuyue looked at Han Muchuan, and understood Han Muchuan's meaning in an instant.Han Muchuan's title of "No. [-] Sword in the World" is still given by Han Chongwen. He came to Daxi Mountain to see Han Chongwen. No one is in the Xuanjian Villa at the moment, and no one dares to turn Han Muchuan out.

Han Muchuan didn't wait for Wei Chuyue to veto his proposal, and said again: "I'll be back at Zishi."

Wei Chuyue thought about it, but couldn't think of a better way, so he nodded and agreed, and handed Han Muchuan two porcelain bottles: "Take it with you, one white bottle a day, after taking it, you can adjust your breath and heal your internal injuries. In an emergency, you can take the black bottle, it can help you condense your Qi and boost your skills in a short time."

"Keep it to yourself."

"I still have the wound medicine myself. And I am like this now, if I meet someone, I can only run away. I can't fight with people anymore."

Hearing that Wei Chuyue said that he would not fight with others, Han Muchuan felt a little more at ease, but couldn't help but remind him again: "Don't be arrogant."

"Well, you don't need to say that. Except for Han Chongwen,? When did you see me show off?"

Wei Chuyue sent away Han Muchuan, who turned his head three times a step, picked some fruits by the way, and then returned to the farmhouse.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw that Han Chongwen had sat up, leaning against the wall, panting heavily, with a pale face, which seemed to be very reluctant.

"What is Mr. Han doing? Your injury cannot be moved."

Han Chongwen snorted softly, not appreciative.

Wei Chuyue didn't take it seriously, and gave Han Chongwen two fruits. He was willing to hold on, so Wei Chuyue didn't have to be polite.

Han Chongwen looked at the two fruits in his arms, and suddenly realized that he was on Daxi Mountain: "This is the back mountain of my Xuanjian Villa?"

"Yes."

Han Chongwen did not expect that Wei Chuyue and Han Muchuan were so bold that not only did they not take him far away from Xuanjian Villa, but they did the opposite and hid on the mountain.

"What exactly do you want to do? Where is Han Muchuan?"

"Mr. Han, what do you think?"

"You don't have to play tricks with me, just tell me what you want."

"Say it, I want the money."

"I can't help you with this. No one knows the whereabouts of the money except Cai Jingshan himself." Han Chongwen said slowly, "If I know, I don't have to take the risk of going to Xuzhou to force Miss Cai Wu to hand over the account books." Not to mention those fake account books, I would rather abandon Feng Jin."

"When Mr. Han ran away alone, he never thought that he would be trapped in the orchard with Feng Jin's skill. My skill is on par with Feng Jin. It is really not easy to keep him, but God Help me, a fire has attracted officers and soldiers, surrounded the orchard, and Feng Jin can't escape with his wings."

"Heh, those officers and soldiers are from Chifeng Battalion, why would they go to the orchard on the outskirts of the city at midnight for no reason? It's clearly arranged."

Wei Chuyue sat next to Han Muchuan, took a bite of the fruit, chewed it a few times, and let Han Chongwen watch him eat without rushing to refute or answer.

"Mr. Han, Cai Jingshan's crimes cannot be escaped. That ledger is more useful in the hands of Dali Temple than in yours or hers."

Han Chongwen couldn't confirm who the "he" Wei Chuyue was talking about was. Even if Wuwangzhai had great powers, he couldn't understand everything clearly. Wei Chuyue was willing to play charades with him, so it was impossible for him to admit anything by himself.

Wei Chuyue slowly finished eating a fruit, threw the core out of the window, wiped his hands, and said to Han Chongwen: "Mr. Han just asked about Han Muchuan, do you want to know where he went? Or what he went to do? "

"Will you tell me?"

"It doesn't matter where Han Muchuan went or what he did. What matters is that he is not here."

"What do you mean?"

Wei Chuyue looked at Han Chongwen, and smiled: "I like him, so there are some things that I don't want to do in front of him, can Mr. Han understand?"

Seeing Wei Chuyue's smile and the cold light in his eyes, Han Chongwen couldn't help feeling ominous from the bottom of his heart.

"what are you going to do?"

Wei Chuyue took out the needle bag and said, "Mr. Han is getting old, and sometimes he tends to forget things. I can understand this, so I want to recall memories for Mr. Han."

"I said, I don't know where the money is."

Wei Chuyue smiled, and took out a long needle: "Mr. Han, your sword should be the most cherished thing in your life, right? Like Han Muchuan, you are dedicated to the sword, and you will never leave it in your life, right?"

Wei Chuyue stuck the long needle into Han Chongwen's right arm shoulder, and twisted it deeper and deeper bit by bit. Han Chongwen's right arm went numb and gradually gave birth to dense pain like insects and ants gnawing.

"Both internal and external injuries can be recuperated, and they will heal after half a year. But if my needle is too hard, the shin bone will be severed, and the martial arts will be abolished...Mr. Han, I have told you so much, How much should you respond to me?"

Cold sweat broke out on Han Chongwen's forehead, but he sneered, "You're the first to be courteous and then the soldier? Zhuzi is so vicious and evil-minded, how could Han Muchuan teach you swordsmanship?"

Wei Chuyue sighed lightly: "That's right, I don't deserve to learn his sword, but I have learned it all, and I don't intend to give up my martial arts and return it to him, so let's do it. Now that he is not here, I don't have to pretend, Mr. Han will Don't force me?"

While Wei Chuyue was talking, he gave Han Chongwen another shot.In Wei Chuyue's needle pouch, besides the long needles commonly used for acupuncture, there are two other types. One is long and hard, piercing the human body like steel nails into the bone. One or two can injure and disable people, and the other is poisonous , is a murderous weapon.

Now Wei Chuyue gave Han Chongwen the first type.After all, Han Chongwen is a well-known master of the sword sect, so he shouldn't be subjected to such abuse anyway. Wei Chuyue used a sneak attack when he used his sword, and used a hidden weapon when he made a move. Han Muchuan can't accept it anyway, let alone like it.

"I don't know, it's the same no matter how many times you ask." Han Chongwen gritted his teeth in pain, but it was only two needles, but the pain even surpassed the sword wound on his chest, and even surpassed his internal injury.

"Then let me ask something else. Why do you work for Guo Mengying?"

Han Chongwen took a deep breath, closed his eyes and endured the severe pain that spread from his right arm to his whole body.How did Wei Chuyue know about Guo Mengying? !

"Just because she's your goddaughter?"

Han Chongwen looked at Wei Chuyue in shock.

Wei Chuyue didn't get Han Chongwen's answer, sighed lightly, and injected another needle into Quyuan acupoint, this time Wei Chuyue didn't stay strong, the one needle almost pierced Han Chongwen.

Han Chongwen gritted his teeth tightly and didn't make a sound.

"Mr. Han, it hurts even more to bear it. Shall I give you something to bite?"

Han Chongwen closed his eyes and swallowed the blood in his mouth.

"Mr. Han, one more injection and your arm will be useless. Is a goddaughter worth the Fudo Mountain Sword that you have worked hard for decades?"

It is not an exaggeration to say that Fudoshanjian is Han Chongwen's fate, his heart is firm, and he can't help but waver at this moment.

"Since you know that I have adopted Guo Mengying as a goddaughter, why bother to ask?" Han Chongwen gritted his teeth, pressing each word in his throat, "I, Han Chongwen, have never married in my life and have no children under my knees. How can I have such a goddaughter?" It can be considered that God has pity on her, and will naturally protect her."

Wei Chuyue took another needle and gently inserted the tip of the needle into Han Chongwen's shoulder point. He was obviously not satisfied with Han Chongwen's answer.

Han Chongwen shuddered, and said anxiously: "I once had a daughter! But I can't protect her... By chance, I met Guo Mengying seven years ago. So I helped once. After that, she recognized me as a foster father in order to repay her kindness."

Han Chongwen did not lie. He did have a daughter more than 20 years ago. That old incident was an indelible pain in his life, tormenting him day after day, year after year. The pain is irreparable.And when Guo Mengying appeared, the weak woman knelt in front of him, thanked him for saving his life, and wished to call him a adoptive father. At that moment, his pain seemed to be relieved a little, and he seemed to be able to help himself from the call of a foster father. Atonement.

Wei Chuyue had no doubts about Guo Mengying's tricks, so he didn't force Han Chongwen too much, and the fourth needle didn't go deep, so he let go.

"Then, Guo Mengying, why do you need Cai Jingshan's account books?"