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Hearing this, Shen Huaiyu felt a loud "boom" in his head, struggled a few times symbolically, and then let Lu Huaiyuan go.

So the rain is dredging and the wind is sudden, and the fish play in the deep.

"Huaiyuan..."

When Shen Huaiyu opened his eyes again, the sky was bright.They are used to getting up in the morning before sunrise to practice swords. They made a fuss late last night, so they didn't get up today.He sat up suddenly, only to feel pain everywhere in his body, and also felt a little dizzy.Lu Huaiyuan was lying beside him, sound asleep, his body undulating slightly with his breathing, which made people feel at ease.

Shen Huaiyu pulled away Bo Bei and glanced at him, then tucked him back silently.

...God damn Lu Huaiyuan, he didn't know how to strike lightly.Shen Huaiyu wanted to let him order it at first, but finally couldn't take it anymore and struggled, leaving a few nail marks on Lu Huaiyuan's body.

He sighed, grabbed his clothes rustlingly and wanted to change, but he didn't expect such a movement to feel pain.Lu Huaiyuan slept soundly, and only groaned twice when he heard the movement, and turned over.

It rained heavily last night, and it hasn't cleared yet. The air is full of dampness, and the light coming in through the window paper can't illuminate the dim room. Shen Huaiyu sighed, and pushed Lu Huaiyuan: "Huaiyuan, get up .”

As soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was unbelievably hoarse, and his words were full of hoarseness.

He cleared his throat, looked at Lu Huaiyuan on the bed, and laughed angrily in his heart.What's it like, after being tossed all night, he woke up first, making it seem like he was the one who bullied last night.

Lu Huaiyuan turned over, rubbed his eyes, and sat up in a daze.Shen Huaiyu glanced at him and saw the nail marks on his body, so she quickly looked away and threw the clothes on his head.Lu Huaiyuan yawned, and put his coat on himself. He seemed to have not woken up, so he barely raised his eyelids to look at Shen Huaiyu, sat on the bed for a long time, and said without beginning and end: "... ... Huaiyu."

"Ok?"

"You are so pretty..."

Shen Huaiyu was tying the belt on his clothes with his back facing him, her hands paused for a moment after hearing his words, and then she continued to move her hands, but the blush at the base of her ears could not escape Lu Huaiyuan's eyes.

"Huaiyu," Lu Huaiyuan looked at him with a doting smile, "...Huaiyu."

"Stop yelling," Shen Huaiyu fastened his clothes, and looked back at him forcefully, "... calling the soul."

Lu Huaiyuan smiled, stopped making fun of him, touched the clothes scattered on the bed and put them on.Shen Huaiyu wandered over to the desk and sat down, casually picked up Lu Huaiyuan's saber and played with it.Lu Huaiyuan was not in a hurry, Shen Huaiyu glanced at him secretly, then quickly looked away.

Lu Huaiyuan seems to be in a pretty good mood now, he doesn't know what happened to him last night, he behaved so abnormally.Shen Huaiyu took his sword out of its sheath and put it back in, feeling a feeling that he hadn't felt for a long time, and then he noticed the layers of cloth strips wrapped around the hilt of Lu Huaiyuan's sword.

Lu Huaiyuan didn't know how long this cloth hadn't been changed, it was worn and dirty.Shen Huaiyu shook his head. With Lu Huaiyuan's temperament, he actually let the cloth wrap around the hilt of the sword for so long?Is it non-slip?

He pulled hard, and the layers of cloth strips fell off, revealing the original shape of the hilt.

"Huai..." Lu Huaiyuan didn't know what he wanted to do again, but when he saw him holding his saber, he suddenly lost his voice.

Shen Huaiyu clutched the hilt of the sword, just stared blankly, and after a long time, he let go of the other hand, and the long strips of cloth rustled to the ground as he let go.He stroked the sunken characters on the hilt with his fingers, and every trace was like a knife and ax chiseling, which was so deep that it didn't look like it.

"Huaiyu...Senior Brother," Lu Huaiyuan said in a panic, "Don't look."

It took Shen Huaiyu a long while before he spoke: "... now you know how to call me Senior Brother?"

He knew Lu Huaiyuan's intentions a long time ago, but at this moment he really saw the secret in his heart.On the hilt of Lu Huaiyuan's sword that never leaves his body, which is closest to his fiery palm, there is such a secret hidden.

On the word "Huaiyu" on the hilt, there are layers of traces left by various friction and depictions.Shen Huaiyu saw the initial traces of these two characters, which were engraved by the master swordsmith invited by Qing Yunzong. Almost all the swords of Qing Yunzong disciples were engraved with such handwriting, but on top of that, But it has many scratches.Most of these scratches are very shallow, but they are of different lengths and widths. It is obvious that they were not left at one time. These crooked marks have left deeper scratches within the concave scratches.

Shen Huaiyu knew how tough the black iron used to cast the sword was, but she knew how many times she would have to carve it hard if she wanted to leave such a mark.This is Lu Huaiyuan's close-fitting saber, only he can get it and leave these traces.For some unknown reason, he used various sharp tools to trace and depict the name on the hilt of the sword over and over again, leaving such a mark in the end.

Shen Huaiyu's eyes turned red.

Lu Huaiyuan rushed forward, wanting to cover the words on the hilt of his sword with his hands. He originally called the word "Huaiyu" one by one to satisfy his little selfish desires in his heart, and to see Shen Huaiyu's point. She looks shy and doesn't care about anything now.

If he had known earlier, he should have hidden the sword well and never let Shen Huaiyu see it.

"Brother," he gently pulled the saber out of Shen Huaiyu's hand, and put it aside casually, "Don't look at it. Isn't it all over?"

Shen Huaiyu was dumbfounded.

The one who was left behind was the hardest one. He thought he was in the Xingyue Pavilion, and he had a hard time in fear, but he didn't know that Lu Huaiyuan was even harder. Shen Huaiyu at least knew that Qing Yunzong was safe, but Lu Huaiyuan has been enduring it all the time. Inner torment.

No matter how firm your belief is, there will always be a day when it will be shaken. Shen Huaiyu doesn't know what kind of struggle Lu Huaiyuan went through before he finally decided that he was dead, and what kind of mentality he had in presiding over the funeral, and left that piece on the hilt of his sword. A series of deep scratches.

Ye Qinqin was right in scolding him, he was indeed the one who caused Qing Yunzong misfortune.

He suddenly thought of the blind fortune teller at the foot of Qingyun Mountain, touched his hand and said, "It's a bad fate."

"The two moments of the solitary calamity are at the same time, the star of the Red Luan is also dimmed, and none of the loved ones will die well..."

"I can't end well..."

This time the result was like this, what about the next time, countless times from now on?

Should he leave Qing Yunzong, leave these people he is most familiar with, and find a place to hide?

"——Huaiyu!" Lu Huaiyuan grabbed his shoulder and shook violently, "Be sober!"

Shen Huaiyu came to his senses, only feeling short of breath.

"Don't be afraid," Lu Huaiyuan took him into his arms and continued to comfort him, "It's over, it's over... I'm here."

It took Shen Huaiyu a long time to calm down, and Lu Huaiyuan kept hugging him to comfort him.When Shen Huaiyu calmed down, he heard Lu Huaiyuan whispering worryingly: "Why did you get over it when it was so difficult, but now you can't get over it? Sigh..."