Don't Forget Everything

Han Muchuan bowed his head and remained silent. The more he remained silent, the more flustered Wei Chuyue became. He couldn't see what Han Muchuan's silence meant, whether it was anger or disappointment, blame or disgust.

"Han Chongwen's injuries are so severe, even if he lives and heals well, he's still a useless person. He probably doesn't even want to live."

Listening to Wei Chuyue's words, Han Muchuan suddenly realized something, frowned, and couldn't help asking, "How did Han Chongwen die?"

"You mean I killed him?!" Wei Chuyue was anxious and panicked, suddenly lost his usual composure.The way he tortured Han Chongwen was extremely difficult to detect, and the way he killed Han Chongwen was even more impossible to check.Han Chongwen died here, digging a hole and burying him without anyone noticing. Wei Chuyue did this because of a guilty conscience. He was afraid that Han Chongwen would find out.

Han Muchuan looked at Wei Chuyue: "Ah Yue, if you want him to live, he must be alive, right?"

"..."

"Did people die from their injuries, or..."

"Han Muchuan!"

"A Yue, you don't need to explain to me. I understand. I will go back to Xuanjian Villa first. Tomorrow, I will formally say goodbye and come to meet you again. People from Wuwangzhai will meet us at the foot of the mountain tomorrow."

After Han Muchuan finished speaking, he turned around and left.

Wei Chuyue sat blankly in the dark, the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his hand was crushed into mud.Wei Chuyue turned to look at Han Chongwen who was lying on the ground, it was all because of him, he would cause trouble for him when he was alive, and he would cause trouble for him when he was dead.

Wei Chuyue didn't feel that he had done anything wrong, but why was he guilty?Afraid to face Han Muchuan?Can't even control the panic?

It's just killing people. It's not the first time Wei Chuyue has killed someone, nor will it be the last time.Han Muchuan's swordsmanship is also a deadly sword, but Han Muchuan never kills unarmed and defenseless people. Those who die in his hands are unyielding and humiliating, and they don't need to be tortured, tortured or tortured.

Han Muchuan doesn't like Jiuquetang, doesn't like his father, doesn't like those who are not open and aboveboard, and doesn't like to be with others.

When Wei Chuyue and Han Muchuan went to the snow field for the first time, he felt that Han Muchuan's heart was as clean as that piece of snow, cold and pure, but he himself was like the mud under the snow, no matter how well hidden the mud was. Mud cannot be turned into snow, nor can it be white.

Wei Chuyue sat for nearly an hour, and finally moved. He picked up the shovel in the farmhouse, found a place in the farm, and began to dig a hole to bury Han Chongwen.

This is Daxi Mountain, which is Han Chongwen's home after all. The scenery here is beautiful, with flowers in spring, fruits in autumn, clouds in the day, and stars and moon in the night. It is not bad for Han Chongwen to settle here.

Wei Chuyue got all dirty and sat under the tree, covered in injuries and exhausted.Wei Chuyue's body was seriously injured, and he couldn't move his left arm at all. The physical work of digging a hole and burying the body made him hurt more and more. The pain was so painful that he almost couldn't help crying.

Why does it hurt so much?Why is the pain unbearable?

When Han Muchuan followed Wei Chuyue to Yuzhou, didn't he know what Wei Chuyue would do after capturing Han Chongwen?What else could it be other than extorting a confession through torture?Could it be that Han Chongwen would obediently tell them the truth if he lost the sword?So what if Han Chongwen's life is left behind?Leave more enemies for yourself?

Wei Chuyue felt annoyed and wronged, but he knew in his heart that he shouldn't be angry, let alone wronged.He has always been Wei Chuyue, there is no need to pretend that he is a good person, pretending that Wuwangzhai is a good place, but he doesn't want Han Muchuan to see a Yue that he doesn't like.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger at night, the day after the Mid-Autumn Festival will be cooler, and the frost in the mountains in the second half of the night is bitingly cold.Wei Chuyue's body was getting colder and colder, and the colder he was, the less he wanted to move. Unexpectedly, he would sit under the tree all night until dawn, when the morning light cleared away the clouds and mists in the mountains, and gradually melted away the condensed hoarfrost on Wei Chuyue's body.

"Why are you sitting here?" Han Muchuan's voice came from not far away, Wei Chuyue turned his head slowly, and Han Muchuan was already in front of him.

Han Muchuan reached out and wiped Wei Chuyue's cheeks and forehead, eagerly picked him up, and quickly carried him back to the farmhouse.

"How long have you been sitting outside? All night? You're all wet! You're still hurt! Ah Yue, talk! Don't scare me!"

Han Muchuan hastily wiped off the dew on Wei Chuyue's body, head and face, his hands touched Wei Chuyue's skin was only icy cold, and seeing his trance-like expression, Han Muchuan couldn't help being startled and frightened: "Ayue? Ah Yue!"

"I buried Han Chongwen."

Han Muchuan was stunned for a moment. At this moment, he couldn't care about others. He hugged Wei Chuyue, took off his dirty and soaked coat, and hugged him to keep him warm: "Ayue, do you still feel cold? Your own wound Don’t you know? How dare you stay outside all night? If I come later, how long will you have to sit??”

"I am fine."

Han Muchuan put his robe on Wei Chuyue's body, held Wei Chuyue's frozen hands, and saw a new wound on the palm of his right hand, with mud and dark red blood scabs, making even the tiny wounds shocking: "A Yue... I didn't mean to blame anything last night, I just... just couldn't help but feel sad for Han Chongwen. If he hadn't been involved in the matter by himself, he wouldn't have..."

"Han Muchuan, I'm also involved in the matter."

"Ayue!" Han Muchuan's heart tightened, and he carried Wei Chuyue on his back, "Let's go down the mountain immediately."

At the foot of Daxi Mountain, Baique sent a carriage to pick up Wei Chuyue and Han Muchuan. Originally, they were supposed to go to Biyun Tower to meet Baique, but Wei Chuyue's injury was not suitable for hard work, so Han Muchuan ordered the driver to go to the city to find an inn nearby. stay first.

Wei Chuyue was still somewhat awake at first, but he was seriously injured and tired, and soon after getting into the carriage, he gradually passed out.The group checked into the inn, and Han Muchuan helped Wei Chuyue to wash up, clean the wound, apply medicine and bandage, taking care of him every step of the way, and Wei Chuyue never woke up.

Han Muchuan was worried about Wei Chuyue's injury, so he invited a doctor to see him.It is not a problem for a doctor in a small place to treat an ordinary ailment, but this is a sword wound and an internal injury. The doctor can only shake his head and wave his hands, and said repeatedly: "You should hire another expert."

Han Muchuan sent the doctor away distractedly, but when he turned around, he saw Wei Chuyue opened his eyes and was looking at him.

"A Yue, are you awake?"

"I'm fine, I know my injury."

"I really should let you look in the mirror and take a look at yourself. How can you look okay?"

"Then you don't need to invite a doctor, do you? Don't you trust my medical skills so much?"

"You're unconscious, I want to believe you." Han Muchuan was anxious and anxious for several hours, and he was really happy to see Wei Chuyue woke up, and couldn't help but want to talk about him.

Wei Chuyue looked at Han Muchuan and smiled sweetly: "I'll give you two prescriptions."

"Okay. Say it."

Wei Chuyue said a prescription first, Han Muchuan wrote it down, and picked up a pen to wait for Wei Chuyue to say the second prescription.

"Han Muchuan, come here."

Han Muchuan put down his pen: "What's wrong? Thirsty? Hungry?"

Wei Chuyue stretched out his hand to beckon, let Han Muchuan sit on the side of the bed, leaned on Han Muchuan's shoulder, took Han Muchuan's hand with one hand, and touched Han Muchuan's veins with the other. After a moment of silence, Wei Chuyue sat down again. Straightforward, let go of Han Muchuan: "Okay, let's write the second prescription."

Looking at Wei Chuyue's pale face, Han Muchuan couldn't help frowning, and couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth to show a smile. He leaned over and kissed Wei Chuyue's forehead lightly: "Can you stop worrying me so much?"

"understood."

Han Muchuan originally wanted Wei Chuyue to sleep for a while, but Wei Chuyue didn't want to, and told Han Muchuan about the letter he received yesterday: "Uncle Lin and Song Yilin are trapped. I want to go back to Biancheng as soon as possible."

"Do you know who planned it?"

Wei Chuyue said: "You will know when you go back."

"Then what about the affairs here?" Han Muchuan will never leave Wei Chuyue anyway, he has no interest in taking care of Xuzhou's affairs, but this time Wei Chuyue was injured so badly and even killed Han Chongwen, so he couldn't just give up halfway.

Wei Chuyue sighed: "Just wait for the news, I hope Qin Tang and Bai Que can be smoother than us."

As long as Qin Tang can find Cai Jingshan's account books, all mysteries will be solved.At the same time, Wei Chuyue asked Bai Que to investigate Yuan Tao's movements, wanting to see what Yuan Tao and Guo Mengying were doing.

"When I left Xuanjian Villa, the villa was already in chaos. He Xuan died, Feng Jin was arrested, Han Chongwen disappeared, his other two direct disciples went their own way, and Han Chongwen couldn't go back. I don't think it will take long. There will be a big fight." Han Muchuan's tone was a little lonely, he was sighing for Xuanjian Villa, Han Chongwen had worked hard all his life, and he had been famous for decades, and he would never return after Han Chongwen's death. In 20 or [-] years, the Fudo Mountain Sword may gradually be forgotten and become a legend in the martial arts world.

Wei Chuyue didn't say anything, he didn't want to make Han Muchuan unhappy anymore.

Han Muchuan noticed Wei Chuyue's cautiousness, and said with a light smile, "Jiuque Hall was once famous in the world, but now I wish no one would remember it. If my father can really ignore world affairs, then he will be really happy."

Wei Chuyue could understand that what Han Muchuan was talking about was not his father, but Wei Chuyue.

Wei Chuyue wanted to say something, but his throat tightened and he didn't say a word.He wanted to too, but he couldn't.There is a plaque in Chaoyun Tower, the four characters of leisure between heaven and earth, which refer to the leisure of traveling in the world and the chaotic affairs of the world. The two are contradictory, but they are both in these four characters, and they are both in Chaoyun Tower.

After a long time, Wei Chuyue said again: "Tomorrow we will return to Biancheng. The affairs here will be left to Bai Que and Yan Xu."

Han Muchuan held Wei Chuyue's hand, and seemed to sense what was on his mind from the corners of his drooping eyes, and couldn't help asking: "You are in such a hurry to go back, what happened? The government has no evidence, and Song Yilin can't." If you admit to murder, it is even more impossible to implicate Uncle Lin. Even if you don't go back, they will be released. The Cai family is too busy to take care of themselves, so how can they find time to trouble you? What's the matter?"

Wei Chuyue frowned, hesitated for a long time, and finally confessed to Han Muchuan: "He came to Wuwangzhai and couldn't find me, so he came up with such a bad idea to force me to go back."

"Who?"

"My...uncle."