Don't Forget Everything

When Han Muchuan came back, Song Yilin and Wei Chuyue were fighting in the courtyard.

Neither of them had a weapon in their hands, but their bare hands seemed to shake the heavens and earth. In an instant, they exchanged several moves back and forth.

Song Yilin's ancestral saber technique has long been transformed into swordsmanship by him. His accomplishments in martial arts are all based on his own painstaking research and hard work day and night. Even if Wei Chuyue is familiar with him, he cannot immediately decipher his moves, let alone Song Yilin Now he is like a mad dog, acting like a mess, Wei Chuyue doesn't want to really hurt Song Yilin, he always has some reservations.

Wei Chuyue's palm was fierce, and Song Yilin dared not take it head-on, no matter how crazy he was, the internal strength of Jiuquetang was completely different from that of other families in the Central Plains, it was very strange and varied, just now Wei Chuyue pushed out with a palm in the room, as fierce as a tiger, and rushed towards Song Yilin, he Naturally, he had to dodge, but when he arrived in the courtyard, Wei Chuyue's palm strength was sometimes soft and sticky, sticking to his face. Wei Chuyue gave Song Yilin a resounding slap in the face. Song Yilin had never had a serious fight with Wei Chuyue before. As soon as he saw the internal strength of this hanging ghost, cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Song Yilin snorted lightly, instead of retreating, she punched Wei Chuyue back.

The way to defeat the enemy is actually simple, there are no more than two methods, force or speed.Responding to all changes with one force is the profound meaning of the Fudo Mountain Sword. No matter how many fancy moves and fast swords the opponent has, as long as Han Chongwen uses his sword, the landslide and ground cracking move will be fatal.

Song Yilin knew that Wei Chuyue's lightness kungfu was excellent, and his moves were dexterous, so he might not be able to fight fast and slow, so he learned the mighty power of the Fudo Mountain Sword, and every punch he swung was full strength.

Seeing that this was a real fight, Han Muchuan wanted to stop it, but Wei Chuyue scolded: "Don't worry about it."

Wei Chuyue was also trembling with anger when he saw Song Yilin put on such an unending posture, so he directly received Song Yilin's punch and squeezed his wrist: "Song Yilin! You are looking for death!"

Song Yilin didn't seem to hear Wei Chuyue's words, so she couldn't punch her, so she took another step closer and hit Wei Chuyue's jaw on the side with her elbow.

Wei Chuyue became furious, and slapped Song Yilin's heart with his backhand, knocking him two feet away, and fell to his knees. Song Yilin spit out a big mouthful of blood, and coughed, because he had suffered an internal injury.

Wei Chuyue raised his hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and shook his sleeves.

Han Muchuan hurriedly chased after him, looking at Wei Chuyue's jaw injury with distress, it was already a little swollen.But Wei Chuyue pinched Song Yilin's fist first, that elbow was not that strong after all, it was much lighter compared to his fist.

On the other hand, Song Yilin, Wei Chuyue's palm really didn't spare any strength, and the injury was serious.

Wei Chuyue walked towards Song Yilin, seeing him turn his head and bend over and spurt another mouthful of blood, he couldn't help snorting: "Clean yourself up and come see me again."

Wei Chuyue walked back to the room quickly, followed by Han Muchuan, walked in the door and turned around, Wei Chuyue stared at Han Muchuan: "What exactly do you want?"

"Does it hurt?"

Wei Chuyue hastily stretched out his hand to cover his cheek, his face was already swollen, no wonder it didn't hurt, Song Yilin didn't spare any effort just now, treating him like killing his father and enemy, if he punched him forcefully, at least a few teeth would be broken.

Han Muchuan gently grabbed Wei Chuyue's hand, opened it to look closely at the wound on his cheek, his eyes were filled with distress.

Wei Chuyue's heart skipped a beat, and he pushed Han Muchuan away: "Injury is a common thing since childhood, it's not a big deal, it's not worth your trouble."

"A Yue..."

"Just leave as soon as you leave, and come back if you do anything." Wei Chuyue turned his head and didn't want to see him.

These words seem to be talking about three years ago, but also like talking about this morning.After Wei Chuyue finished washing and washing, he walked out of the room, only to find that Han Muchuan was no longer in Chaoyunlou. Duofu said that Han Muchuan had gone out, which caused Wei Chuyue to feel unexplainable bitterness in his heart.

It's not he who drives people away, so why does he feel uncomfortable when people go away?

Let's go!It's clean when you leave!

But why come back? !

Han Muchuan raised the sword in his hand and handed it to Wei Chuyue: "Your sword. I got a good piece of black iron before. I didn't have much material, and I didn't have enough swords. I wanted to give you a dagger... just right, bring it Repair the broken sword for you, I asked the master to remake it, it is an inch longer than the original sword, but it is lighter by two or three..."

Han Muchuan looked at Wei Chuyue's expression, and asked tentatively, "I don't know if you like it or not?" It seemed that Wei Chuyue was not very happy every time he talked about swords, because he was clumsy, and everything he said seemed like It was only related to the sword, Wei Chuyue was not important, but he didn't mean that in his heart, the sword was repaired for Wei Chuyue, otherwise the sword would have no meaning.

Wei Chuyue looked down at the sword that had been scabbard, and said in a low voice, "It's not rare, don't want it."

Sure enough, I don't like it.

Holding the long sword, Han Muchuan was at a loss again.In the past, Wei Chuyue liked to play petty temper, laughing and making trouble at one time, and he always teased Han Muchuan in different ways.Han Muchuan didn't know how to coax Wei Chuyue.

Wei Chuyue raised his eyes and looked at Han Muchuan looking at him clumsily like a child who did something wrong. He froze in front of him, his heart softened, and it was a little funny. It should be proud of it.

When Wei Lin came, he saw these two people, one was inside the door and the other was standing outside.

"What's the matter?" Wei Lin was found by Duofu. Song Yi was going in and out of Wuwangzhai, so there was no need for Duofu to report. Wei Lin thought it was strange. He entered the yard and saw blood all over the place. nervous.

"Uncle Lin, it's okay. I'll have a good chat with Brother Song in a while."

"Then..." Wei Lin glanced at Han Muchuan and nodded, "Okay."

Wei Chuyue's heart was hidden so deep that even Wei Lin couldn't fully understand Wei Chuyue's thoughts on Han Muchuan. Happy, Wei Lin was inevitably a little disappointed with Han Muchuan, because he was afraid that he had done something bad with good intentions.

Wei Lin thought for a while, and said to Han Muchuan: "Is Mr. Han free? Can you say a few words?"

Han Muchuan nodded, glanced at Wei Chuyue, and said, "I'll be back in a while." Then he followed Wei Lin out.

Not long after, Song Yilin came back, and Wei Chuyue was looking for his incense materials in the room again.

Wei Chuyue's Yuelin incense is different from those sold outside. They are all made of pear blossom wood, but they have added many other fragrant materials. The taste is very special. Song Yilin once did not understand how Wei Chuyue's strange habit came from. , he can't forget his incense material.

At this moment, Wei Chuyue was peeling the incense slices, and the slices were sliced ​​into the cicada's wings.

Song Yilin sat down facing Wei Chuyue.

"Crazy enough?"

"Wei Shao, I was impulsive, please punish me."

"My palm is enough for you, and you don't need to be punished."

Wei Chuyue raised his eyes and glanced at Song Yilin's face. His complexion was pale, but he didn't see any other bad things. Although the internal injury was serious, it should hurt to breathe, but he could hide it. How miserable.

"Tell me, what's the matter? What happened to Mr. Wen, it's worth your fuss."

Song Yilin sighed several times, and then said: "Wen Jimin left Wen Ran in the Fan Mansion, saying that his nephew and uncle had not seen each other for many years, and let Wen Ran accompany him for a few days. , anyway, just don't let Wen Ran go."

Song Yilin looked at Wei Chuyue bitterly. At that time, Wei Chuyue was imprisoned in the Fan Mansion. He was in a hurry, and Wei Chuyue came out by himself.But Wen Ran is not Wei Chuyue, he doesn't know martial arts, it's more like being under house arrest, Song Yilin has no excuse to even forcefully rob people, it's no wonder he doesn't panic.

"Then why don't you guard your Mr. Wen and come here to make trouble?"

"Wei Shao, tell me the truth, do you know something?"

"Know what?" Wei Chuyue stopped what he was doing, looked at Song Yilin leisurely, paused, and asked, "Know that the Wen family wants to arrange a marriage for Mr. Wen?"

"You sure know!"

"I know you can act wild in my Chaoyun Tower?!"

"I...not!" Song Yilin knew she was wrong, and said wearily, "It's not because you have always been secretive and didn't make it clear. I was in a hurry."

"I don't know what Wen Shi wants to do. Guo Mengying said about getting married."

Song Yilin was startled, and stared at Wei Chuyue with wide eyes. Miss Guo's own words, could it be true?But why did Guo Mengying tell Wei Chuyue this?

Wei Chuyue waved his hand lightly: "You don't have to be too surprised. Guo Mengying's words can't confirm anything. This woman is very scheming, and she is not a good match for Mr. Wen."

"Wei Chuyue!" Song Yilin couldn't hold back, and patted the table with Wei Chuyue, "What a match! Wen Ran is mine!"

"Ah! Yours, yours!" Wei Chuyue threw the fragrant wood knife in his hand towards Song Yilin, wiped Song Yilin's cheek and stuck it into the window lattice behind him, "Why are you howling with me!"

Song Yilin shrank her head, turned around and took back the knife, and handed it back to Wei Chuyue with both hands.

Wei Chuyue gave Song Yilin a blank look, and continued to cut the fragrant wood: "If you want to know the details, you still have to go to Mr. Wen, Wen Jimin."

"When I was here, Wen Jimin didn't want to say a single word, but he talked one after another about meaningless words." Song Yilin sighed, "This morning, Wen Jimin invited Wen Ran to have breakfast. But I agreed, and I ran back as soon as I was anxious."

Wei Chuyue looked at Song Yilin and shook his head: "When you encounter Mr. Wen's affairs, you will be in chaos. How can Mr. Wen rely on you?"

"Heh." Song Yilin couldn't help but sneered, and said to himself, even if others are blind, it's hard to miss the extra person in Chao Yunlou, Wei Chuyue still has the nerve to teach him?Wei Chuyue is not a good-tempered person, but if he loses his temper, it is usually very insidious. Today he actually started to fight with himself, really like a child throwing fists and kicks in the mud. How could Wei Chuyue know how to do it? matter?Song Yilin just came back and thought about it carefully. Ever since Han Muchuan came, Wei Chuyue has always lost his soul. It must have something to do with Han Muchuan, and he happened to vent his anger on him!

Song Yilin curled her lips and said, "You said it lightly, so teach me, what should I do?"

"What to do? Not much to do. The boat will go straight when it reaches the bridge."

"..."

Wei Chuyue cut a whole piece of fragrant wood into more than a hundred pieces, took a handful, threw it into the stone mortar and began to grind it, and said: "Since Wen Jimin wants to talk to Mr. Wen alone, after the talk, you will know the truth about Wen's family." Do you want to do something? Soldiers come to block you."

"This..." Song Yilin couldn't say what's wrong with this method, but he just didn't feel very good, "Then what should Wen Jimin do if he keeps Wen Ran in Fanfu?"

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