Don't Forget Everything

Some people say that Han Muchuan jumped out of the cracks in the rocks.

Han Muchuan was alone when he first entered the Central Plains martial arts, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy with a long sword on his back, and it was often a joke to walk on the road.He didn't understand the rules of the Central Plains martial arts, he didn't understand the importance of family lineage, he only said that he was Han Muchuan, he didn't know the rules when he compared swords with others, he didn't know the rules and he didn't hand out invitations. Due to the large number of people and poor martial arts, it is rare that there are one or two people worthy of Han Muchuan's second look.

Gradually, the name of Han Muchuan spread. He was a young man with extremely high swordsmanship, his martial arts skills were unclear, his personality was aloof, and his whereabouts were erratic.

Before Han Muchuan became the "No. [-] Sword in the World", his reputation was not good. Not to mention that the major sects looked down on him, the small sects and even the evil heretics regarded him as a different kind. If you can avoid it, you can avoid it. Kai Nai has a quick tongue, in terms of being able to speak well, Han Muchuan must be the one with the most clumsy tongue.

So Han Muchuan has no friends.No one dared to be friends with him.

From north to south, from west to east, Han Muchuan traveled all over ten provinces and 63 states in the past four years, always alone.

Until the Luoshui River, he picked up Wei Chuyue.At first glance it looked like a water ghost, but at dawn it turned out to be a cunning rabbit. When Wei Chuyue stabbed at him with a branch as a sword, he turned into a wolf cub with sharp teeth and claws.

In an instant, Han Muchuan's eyes lit up, and he was pleasantly surprised to find that Wei Chuyue was different and unique.No matter in the Xueyuan Jiuque Hall or in the Central Plains, Han Muchuan has never seen anyone who can contain and release murderous aura as freely as Wei Chuyue. Even Han Muchuan himself does not have this talent.

Han Muchuan was delighted to find a treasure, he liked Wei Chuyue very much, this seemed to be the first time in his life that he fell in love with someone.

As an apprentice, Wei Chuyue was not well-behaved. He learned swords very quickly, but he was never honest. He seemed to be always looking for Han Muchuan's weakness, looking for a gap, an opportunity, and a chance to fight back.

Every time he made a move, Wei Chuyue could naturally hear Han Muchuan's sword intent and became a bosom friend of Han Muchuan's sword.Han Muchuan always said that the sword intent is the heart. He once thought that only the sword understood his heart, but he found someone who could also understand it. He understood and understood it easily and unconsciously.

Wei Chuyue said that Han Muchuan was too lonely and only had a sword, so he could stay with him.

Those were the most emotional words Han Muchuan had ever heard, but unfortunately he didn't understand the meaning of Wei Chuyue's words at that time.

"Ayue, you are the only one, you have always been, only you." Han Muchuan held Wei Chuyue's cheek in his palm, looked into his eyes, trying to find something in his dark pupils, bit by bit Waves, a little bit of joy and anger, but in the end there was nothing but silence inside.

Wei Chuyue was clearly looking at him too, but he didn't have a trace of expression on his face, which made Han Muchuan feel uneasy and flustered.He kissed Wei Chuyue, he thought that Wei Chuyue would get angry, if Wei Chuyue pushed him away, or even hit him, Han Muchuan would be relieved, what he was most afraid of was Wei Chuyue's cold eyes.

"Han Muchuan, I'm so tired, please leave." Wei Chuyue gently pushed Han Muchuan away, pulled the quilt and got in, turned his back and was about to fall asleep.He heard rustling noises behind him, Han Muchuan didn't leave, but went to clean up the house for him.

Wei Chuyue opened his eyes slightly, but didn't turn back to look at Han Muchuan. Knowing that he was still in his room, he suddenly felt at ease. Han Muchuan said he regretted it, and Han Muchuan kissed him, and those sincere words were still in his ears. Knocking on his heart again and again, Wei Chuyue wanted to block the door of his heart, but he couldn't help opening it to look at the man standing outside, but every time he was afraid that when he opened the door, he would see the man standing outside. The back of the person going away leaves nothing behind.

I don't know when Wei Chuyue fell asleep, Wang Shanchun is a good wine, intoxicating and comfortable.

Wei Chuyue seemed to have had a very long dream, and many things happened in the dream, which made him laugh and also made him sad.

Han Muchuan sat back on Wei Chuyue's bedside, holding Wei Chuyue's small bottle of wound medicine in his hand, got some on his fingertips, and carefully rubbed it on the sword scar on the side of Wei Chuyue's neck while Wei Chuyue was asleep.

The soft white ointment was applied to the skin on the side of Wei Chuyue's neck, and it melted into a fine layer under the warm fingertips to cover the red streak.This wound healed quickly without any medicine, Han Muchuan caressed this wound as if touching the blade of a sword, it was sharp and cold, without any effort, he also cut a hole in his heart.

Wei Chuyue frowned, and muttered: "Han Muchuan..."

Han Muchuan paused, held his breath and listened to him softly humming: "Go away."

Han Muchuan withdrew his hand stiffly, stared at Wei Chuyue in a daze, did he hate him so much even in his dream?

"Ayue..." Han Muchuan leaned against the head of the bed, couldn't help brushing away the scattered hair from Wei Chuyue's forehead, and looked at Wei Chuyue's sleeping face.He has looked at Wei Chuyue like this many times, seeing him sleeping soundly.

Martial arts practitioners are usually vigilant, especially Wei Chuyue, who ran for his life in the early years and never slept well. He is used to light sleep, but it seems that when he is by Han Muchuan's side, he will feel at ease and fall asleep easily, and only occasionally have dreams He murmured in the middle, he was startled when he found out, thinking that the day he was attacked and killed by someone in his dream, he must have died in the hands of Han Muchuan, but he thought it was funny, Han Muchuan wanted to Killing him is fair and aboveboard, and Wei Chuyue has no chance of winning when he comes over with a sword, and he can't even run away.

Wei Chuyue once told Han Muchuan that he had concocted a new poison. He named it Nightmare. The most frightening thing, recalling the deepest fear, repeating itself, endlessly, is done to extract confessions by torture, there is no antidote, people will start to seek death after three days, and some people even scare themselves to death by themselves.The most brilliant thing about this medicine is that it does not leave any wounds, and after taking the antidote, the person will be released without anyone noticing, but the person will never tell about this matter and this poison, because it is too terrifying. Like a nightmare, it cannot be proven, let alone convince others.

Wei Chuyue rubbed the wound from the rattan whip on his arm. If Han Muchuan used a sword, Wei Chuyue would lose one arm. He stared at Han Muchuan fiercely: "Next time I will sprinkle a little of this medicine in your tea. Let's see if the best sword in the world can hold it!"

Han Muchuan listened to Wei Chuyue's vicious words, but still had a smile on his face, took the wound medicine and rubbed his arm, but didn't speak.

"Han Muchuan, aren't you afraid?"

"Ah Yue is afraid of nightmares?"

Wei Chuyue was stunned for a moment, Han Muchuan pierced him right away, and nodded: "I'm afraid. In the past, I always dreamed of the scene where my mother was killed."

"now what?"

"I haven't had that dream for a long time. It doesn't happen when there's Moon Linxiang. It's strange. It doesn't seem to happen when you're around. Maybe you're scarier than that dream. A nightmare is just sweating, but you want to mess with me All wounded!"

"I know, Ah Yue is afraid of pain." Han Muchuan was extremely gentle and careful when rubbing the medicine on Wei Chuyue's wounds. He rubbed away not only the bruises on Wei Chuyue's arms, but also his heart.

Wei Chuyue asked him: "Do you know what the antidote is for nightmares?"

Han Muchuan didn't understand drugs, so he shook his head.

Wei Chuyue laughed, he didn't tell Han Muchuan the answer at that time.

Han Muchuan watched Wei Chuyue frowned and gritted his teeth in the dream, and couldn't help asking softly, "Ayue, what is the antidote to the nightmare?"

Wei Chuyue seemed to have heard Han Muchuan's voice, his rapid panting slowed down slightly, and he blinked slightly, Han Muchuan thought he had woken up, and after waiting for a while, Wei Chuyue still fell asleep.Han Muchuan breathed a sigh of relief, Wei Chuyue suddenly reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes, clutching it in his palm until his knuckles turned white.

Han Muchuan put Wei Chuyue's hand in his palm little by little, and slowly hugged him into his arms: "Ah Yue, I'm sorry."

When Wei Chuyue woke up, it was not yet dawn, and the morning mist was pressing on the branches, leaves, and window lattices, making everything completely silent.

Wei Chuyue took a long breath, he felt that he was overwhelmed by the dreams of the long night, and then retracted the hand on his stomach, easily bringing his whole body into a strong chest.

"Han Muchuan!"

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On August [-]th, the Mid-Autumn Festival, there is a banquet in Chaoyun Tower.

Most of the time in a year, Chaoyun Tower is very clean, especially after Song Yilin moved out, but festivals like Mid-Autumn Festival and New Year's Day are always exceptions.

Early in the morning, Duofu led his servants to clean the inside and outside. All of them were old people from Wuwangzhai, who knew the rules of Chaoyun Tower, worked quickly, and kept silent, making as little noise as possible, because Wei Chuyue She always likes to sleep late, if Wei Chuyue is disturbed, she will be scolded and her monthly payment will be deducted.

Duofu calculated that it was almost time, prepared Wei Chuyue to wash up, and gently knocked on Wei Chuyue's door.

It was Han Muchuan who came out to answer the door.

Duofu was taken aback, and quickly put on a pleasing smile: "Morning, Mr. Han."

"Ah."

Duofu took a sneak peek at the room, and then glanced at Han Muchuan. The clothes on his body were wrinkled, as if... Duofu couldn't tell what it looked like, but he was clever, and hurriedly called a few more people to serve him. Han Muchuan took a bath and changed his clothes.

Han Muchuan frowned slightly, unable to explain, had to leave first.Duofu was called into the house by Wei Chuyue.

The broken porcelain by the door was cleaned up, and the outer robe that Wei Chuyue threw aside was also very wrinkled, so Duofu quickly cleaned it up together.

Wei Chuyue's complexion was not good. He felt that Wei Chuyue was very unhappy and might lose his temper at any time. Duofu didn't dare to talk too much, and was sweating from busy work in and out.Before long, the savior came.

"Brother Song!"

"Where's Young Master Wei?"

"here I am."

Song Yilin walked into Chaoyun Building in a hurry, and Duofu found that Song Yilin was not happy, very unhappy, very unhappy after only a few words.

Duo Fu shuddered, and hurriedly withdrew all the servants in the yard, slipped away himself, and rushed to find Wei Lin.

"Why did Wen Jimin come here?" Song Yilin stepped into the door and opened his mouth to ask questions.

Wei Chuyue was lying on the table grinding his incense materials, he didn't even bother to raise his eyelids, and replied: "How do I know, you can ask Wen Jimin yourself."

"Don't you have a close relationship with Wen?"

"When did I say that?"

"Then what did Mr. Wen say and what did you do?"

"Oh, then return Wen Qingyi back now."

Song Yilin pinched Wei Chuyue's right hand holding the mortar: "I'm not kidding you!"

Wei Chuyue let go of the mortar, looked up at Song Yilin: "I'm not joking with you either."

Before the words finished, Wei Chuyue pushed out a palm, and the strength of the palm hit Song Yilin's chest, pushing him out.

Song Yilin never thought that Wei Chuyue would lose his temper, and suddenly he hit [-]% of his strength with a palm. If he didn't retreat, two ribs would be broken.

"Wei Chuyue!"

"Song Yilin, don't forget where you are, dare to make trouble in my Chaoyun Tower?"

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