bluestone

On this day, the two went for a horseback riding in the countryside again.

Two horses, one black and one white, take a leisurely walk on the grass.

Under the tree by the stream, Qing Ming was sitting on the ground with one leg bent, and his posture was relaxed and gentle; beside him, Han Tuo was lying on the ground with his arms behind his head, with a straw in his mouth, showing a Kind of ruffian.

"It's been a long time since I've been so leisurely~" Han Tuo looked at the white clouds in the sky and said with emotion.

"Indeed, it's a pity that this kind of time is getting less and less every day, and there are not many left," Qing Ming looked into the distance and agreed casually.

In such a calm atmosphere, it seemed that a little tension had suddenly increased. The two horses suddenly raised their necks and stepped on the ground anxiously.

Almost at the same time when the horse raised its head, the two also noticed the tension, or they had already noticed it, but they just didn't make it clear.

"I thought they could still hold their breath, but I didn't expect... It seems that they are pushed to the limit." Han Tuo dropped the grass in his mouth and turned over neatly. Yaxing!"

"Brother Han, why do you need to see others? You and I are brothers, and if you are in trouble, how can I not give up my life to help?" Qing Ming stood up calmly, knowing what might happen, so he naturally didn't panic.

Han Tuo drew out the long sword he was carrying and looked at Qing Ming, "Brother Qing, what is your weapon?"

Qingming smiled without saying a word, took out the folding fan that he never left his hand, and slowly unfolded it. Under the reflection of the sun, the edge of the fan shone with cold light.

At any rate, Han Tuo grew up watching all kinds of weapons, so he had already discovered the difference of that folding fan, and today he finally had the opportunity to witness its power with his own eyes.

Looking at their actions, they knew that their hiding place had been discovered, and the people in the woods simply stopped hiding and came out from behind the trees.

"Tu Lie, since you're here, show yourself. I've been waiting for you in Linxi for nearly a month," Han Tuo challenged loudly without fear of their encirclement.

"Hahaha~ I haven't seen you in a few days, Major General Han is still handsome!" A tall and tough man with a big beard covered one eye with an eyepatch, so he could barely make out his face. His eyes were full of hostility and hatred, "Major General Han must be ready to pay me back for my blindness."

"Why should Village Master Tu care about it? It's just a matter of little effort, but...is the number of people collecting debts less?" Han Tuo looked around, "I thought you had been preparing for so long, and the number of people would definitely not be too small, but now... ...Young brother, tell me, have I been underestimated?"

"It's us." Qing Ming followed his words and corrected.

"Hmph~ Don't show off your tongue there. My more than 20 brothers are all desperadoes and never fear death. Even if we are all here today, as long as we have a breath, we must use your blood Pay homage to my dead brother!" After finishing speaking, without waiting for him to say more, he shouted, "Kill!!!"

A group of people rushed towards the two of them.

"Zhaizhu Tu is really unkind. He rushed over without warning when the fight started," he said casually, but he was already alert in his heart, and his eyes were full of dignity. After all, these 20 people were not ordinary thugs, but approached Deadpool's desperadoes, the ones who are most afraid of encountering in a fight are those who are not afraid of death, and no matter how good their martial arts are, there are only two of them.

"Be careful." Han Tuo reminded in a low voice.

"You too." Qing Ming replied, and rushed over without hesitation.

A huge cloud covered the sun, and the sky became a bit dark; the two horses had already gone nowhere, and the place where the mountains and rivers were originally beautiful was suddenly full of swords, lights and swords...

Some people fell down, some stood up, some attacked, and some defended. Only those two people were like two lights, shuttling through the crowd without stopping for a moment.

Soon, more than half of the people fell down, and the two were back to back, surrounded by the rest of the people.

"Huh~ You're not injured, are you?" Han Tuo's panting began to become violent.

"Heh... you should worry about yourself." Qingming obviously felt a little unsteady.

"Then speed it up a bit more, don't miss the time to eat!"

With that said, the two rushed into the crowd again.

Just like the chess style of the two, even in such an urgent situation, the two maintain their own style.

Wild as Han Tuo, attacking mercilessly, like thunder, with fierce eyes, the unrestrained unrestrainedness of the past has long been restrained in the heart, only the ruthlessness when charging to kill the enemy, blood will be seen in every move, if you are not careful with him Looking at each other, it is like being stared at by a wild beast, unable to escape; deep as green, graceful, decisive, every move, without any sloppy, even if you are doing such a bloody thing, it is like a beautiful ink painting, It is full of poetic and picturesque flavors, if you take a walk in the garden when you are hiding, you will not panic, and you will never let yourself be stained with blood.

An hour later, following Tu Lie's fall, the dark clouds cleared, corpses were strewn all over the grass, blood even stained the stream red.

Both of them were not injured, but after all, they were not enemies that could be dealt with easily, and they brought a lot of fatigue after all.

"Finally, it's over. Next, go to the county government and ask the officers and soldiers to collect the corpse. It's over." Han Tuo put the sword into its sheath.

"Remember to ask the government to take a good look at it. Since they are desperadoes, many of them should be wanted. Deal with them carefully and try not to leave any trouble." Qing Ming closed his fan and reminded.

At a blind spot behind him, a figure lying on the ground pulled out the dagger with difficulty, and threw it at the two blurred figures with all the strength in his body.

"Go to hell~~~"

"Be careful!" Han Tuo, who was facing this direction, only had time to exclaim, and decisively switched the positions of the two to help Qingming block the attack.

Qingming also took advantage of the situation and turned around, raised his hand and swung it in a certain direction, and a thin needle flew out of the closed fan bone.

"呲呵~" two sounds, the sound of daggers and thin needles piercing into the flesh.

The person lying on the ground fell to the ground in response, with a red dot between his eyebrows, and there was no trace of life.

The direction in which the dagger flew was not precise, so it avoided the key part and stuck on Han Tuo's left arm.

Han Tuo pulled out the dagger decisively, threw it on the ground casually, and tapped acupuncture points to stop the bleeding, neatly.

"Fortunately, the strength is insufficient, and the wound is not very deep." Qing Ming put away his smile, leaned forward and pulled his arm, checked briefly, and said.

"Don't be too nervous, Brother Qing, it's just a minor injury." Han Tuo grinned and smiled indifferently.

"You should be thankful that he didn't see a blood-sealed throat on the dagger." Qing Ming raised his eyebrows, accusing him of recklessness in disguise.

"This matter was originally caused by me. Seeing that you were almost injured, how could I have time to think about it. Besides, I thought that angle and force should not hurt me."

"You think? Should?" Qingming narrowed his eyes slightly, his tone dangerous.

"Hey~" Han Tuo smirked twice, a little ashamed.

"I really don't know what to say about you," Qing Ming sighed, "Go back."

He pulled Han Tuo back, Han Tuo looked at his back, and some unknown emotion flashed in his eyes.

However, it was only for a moment, and Han Tuo didn't take it to heart.

Back at the inn, it was already evening, and the two returned to their respective rooms to freshen up first.

"Dong Dong~" Hearing the knock on the door, Han Tuo opened the door in response.

"Young brother, you're here." After saying this, Han Tuo was taken aback.

Outside the door, after getting acquainted with her, Qingming's black hair was draped behind her back, she was wearing only a single shirt, and a robe over it, holding a bottle of gold sore medicine and gauze in her hand.

"Come in," Han Tuo regained consciousness, turned sideways, let him into the room, and then closed the door.

After dragging a stool and putting the medicine and gauze on it, Qingming sat on the edge of the bed with a blank expression, "Why are you standing there? Why don't you come over to get the medicine."

"Ah? Oh!" Han Tuo hurried to the bed and sat down.

Because the wound was close to the shoulder, it was not convenient to bandage it with the sleeves rolled up, so he simply took off the clothes on his upper body to his waist.

Bronze skin, eight-pack abs, tight but not strong body, perfect proportions and shapes, plus large and small scars, full of masculine charm, if a young woman sees it, she probably will disregard boudoir training, red Face screamed.

Unfortunately, there are only men here.

Qingming naturally turned a blind eye to this beautiful scene, and only focused on the wound. The wound has been cleaned, and there is still some festering.

He picked up a cloth towel and gently wiped away the pus from the wound, then opened the medicine bottle, carefully sprinkled the gold sore medicine, and finally wrapped it with a bandage.

While he was carrying out this series of steps, Han Tuo stared at his face without blinking.

Black hair, slender eyebrows, slightly raised eyes, high nose bridge, thin and full lips, sexy Adam's apple and collarbone, fair cheeks, picturesque, handsome and elegant Any details should be carefully and carefully observed.

Inadvertently, they met his eyes.

"What are you looking at?" It's not that he didn't notice Han Tuo's scrutiny, but he didn't ask until the dressing was finished.

Han Tuo frowned slightly, with a puzzled expression on his face, "Brother Qing, have we... met somewhere before?"

Qingming was stunned for a moment, then remembered something, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and said with a silent smile, "Oh? Then tell me, when and where did we meet?"

When Han Tuo heard his question, he fell into memory, so he didn't notice the flash of interest in his eyes.

"Hmm... Did I remember it wrong? There is clearly a sense of familiarity," he looked at Qingming's face again, and muttered to himself, "Could it be my illusion?"

"Dong dong~" The right knock on the door sounded, interrupting his memory.

"Guest officer, what food do you want!" Outside the door, the shop waiter said loudly.

"Send it in."

Xiaoer pushed the door open, put the food away lightly, and then left.

Qing Ming took advantage of this gap to put away the medicine bottle and bandages.

"Get dressed soon, it's time to eat." He reminded casually, seeming to have forgotten the fruitless topic he was talking about just now.

Han Tuo didn't think about it any more, he quickly put on the clothes he had opened, and sat down at the dining table, "Forget it, don't think about it, just let nature take its course."

Qingming glanced at him, smiled and said nothing.

On the surface, there is not much prejudice, but I still hate "that prince" in my heart, don't you even want to think about it?It made him look forward to the expression on his face when he knew the truth.