After amnesia, I fell in love with my old enemy

How could Che Shanxue praise him?

How could Che Shanxue praise him? !

How could Che Shanxue praise him? ! ! !

And what are you bragging about?beautiful?who?Do you regard him as a woman?

Chen Wei didn't feel the joy of being praised at all, he squinted his eyes and looked at this guy who didn't speak human words, and said directly: "Who are you?"

Che Shanxue would not praise Chen Wei, at least not in front of Chen Wei.

This proves that this person is definitely not Che Shanxue.

There is a record in the Qingcheng Bookstore that Master Zhu, who has studied the great success of ghosts, can keep his soul forever after death, possessing the body of a living person, and taking away the body of others.Although Che Shanxue, as the master of the shrine, would be unbelievable, Chen Wei believed in this more than Che Shanxue said in praise of him.

The murderous aura he released caused Che Shanxue's body to drop to freezing point, and frost patterns spread from the feet of the two of them, forcing Che Shanxue, who was not fully dressed, to shiver.

"Who are you?" Chen Wei asked again

The cold wind in the bamboo grove suddenly stopped, Che Shanxue's smile froze, and there were thousands of hehes in her heart.

This was the first time that Che Shanxue met an acquaintance face to face after losing his memory, especially this acquaintance had an unusual relationship with him—it was said that he was a century-old enemy, but he suddenly saved his life not long ago.Just such a short description can also give a glimpse of how the love-hate relationship between him and Chen Wei is constantly cut and chaotic.

What's worse, Che Shanxue lost his memory.

Therefore, this first conversation must be cautious, and the beginning of the topic needs to be carefully grasped.Of course, the admiration just now came out of nowhere, and what Che Shanxue said was sincere, and there was absolutely no falsehood.

As a result, Chen Wei asked, "Who are you?"

An ordinary sentence, but Che Shanxue just listened to it, no, it should be the tone of Chen Wei's speech - that kind of unreasonable and straightforward questioning, the stress and frustration in the whole sentence, The sharp sword intent that hadn't dissipated from her body... made Che Shanxue very upset, very upset.

Calm down, Che Shanxue thought, this is just the trouble of past memories, anyway, Chen Wei saved his life, their relationship should be relaxed, lest he look like a white-eyed wolf who doesn't know how to repay his favor.

Che Shanxue returned to her usual smiling face, and tried to reopen the topic in a bit of embarrassment.

"What kind of fake smile do you have on your face?" Chen Wei said, "It looks like you're wearing a piece of human skin."

"..." Che Shanxue.

It's none of his business, it's because a certain Juggernaut can't speak well.

Refuting his own rationality in his mind, Che Shanxue took a step forward, and fell into Chen Wei's arms when Chen Wei was caught off guard.

He raised his face towards Chen Wei, the hooked corner of his mouth revealed a sneer that was absolutely gnashing his teeth.

"Who am I?" Che Shanxue said, "You don't know how to read?"

After finishing speaking, he obeyed the ardent call that he could feel since Chen Wei appeared, and stretched out his hand to draw the sword from Chen Wei's waist.

What he pulled out was not Mrs. Xiang, but another sword worn by Chen Wei's waist.

In the memory of Qingcheng's disciples, the dead sword had been hanging in the gentleman's hall for many years, silently.

But this dead sword doesn't look like a dead sword at all now, since just now, she has been vibrating happily in the scabbard, jingling non-stop.It was this joy that attracted Che Shanxue's attention. For some reason, Che Shanxue could feel that there was a blood connection between himself and the sword.

When he stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, he seemed to hear the gradually louder heartbeat, as well as the cry of the long sword weeping with joy.

"Chong-"

The blade could not wait to slide out of the leather sheath.

Che Shanxue couldn't see the appearance of the sword, but Chen Wei could see it clearly.The former Death Sword was a jet-black thin sword with sharp silver light, long and thin, with a needle-like tip, a straight spine, and thin blades on both sides, as thin as a piece of paper.

Even though it has not been maintained for several years, the sword is still as brand new as if it was just taken out of the furnace by the swordsmith, as if the years have never passed, as if he and Che Shanxue are still the two teenagers who only have swords in their hands and focus on each other.

His gaze went up the blade, and landed on the hilt held by Che Shanxue, where there were two shallow inscriptions.

— Star Curtain.

The hand holding the hilt of the sword is still as sharp as before. Chen Wei just sighed, and saw that hand tremble suddenly, and the sword flashed upwards. If he hadn't reacted very quickly and took a step back, the sword's edge would have almost Blind his eyes.

"...Che Shanxue!"

Chen Wei only had time to shout out a word, and the sword edge of the star curtain followed his retreating steps. The man holding the sword was aggressive, and the black and silver bladed long sword swung a night in front of Chen Wei. The dark night was a star curtain. The blade of the sword, the twinkling stars are the sword edge of the star curtain, and the light of billions of stars shrouds the head, and he does not intend to give Chen Wei any escape route.

only……

Chen Wei also raised his sword, and Mrs. Xiang let out a happier sword cry.

The simple long sword with cloud patterns and purple spots passed through the night in front of him, and slammed hard on Xingmu's sword.

The stars in the night suddenly collapsed, disappearing as quickly as if what Chen Wei saw just now was just an illusion, but the next moment, the sword-bearer slightly avoided Chen Wei's sharp edge, the star in his hand did not advance but retreated, and instead followed Mrs. The trace of the sword slashed down, directly hitting the vital point of Chen Wei's chest.

Courageous!

Without using his inner breath or using his sword energy, Chen Wei parried with his backhand, the two long swords collided with each other and separated immediately.

Che Shanxue and Chen Wei switched places, turned around and drove again.

If someone stood outside the sword circle and saw these two people sneering again and again, glaring and pursing their lips, and attacking each other's vital points, they would probably think that there is some hatred between these two people for killing their relatives and taking their wives.

But the swords in their hands are as happy as each other. Anyone who understands the meaning of the sword can feel the joy. One sword stabs at the vital point, and the other sword will stop it. Mrs. Xiang collided with Xingmu, creating a series of sparks in mid-air.

In fact, Che Shanxue only used one move before realizing that he couldn't beat it.

Of course, his meridians are blocked, his internal breath does not turn, and his skeletal body is not very healthy. He lifts the sword lightly, his feet are floating, and he is not skilled in sword moves. Sometimes he opens his head and forgets the next moment. In which direction to chop.

But Chen Wei was also strangely silent, whenever Che Shanxue's sword moves stagnated, he deliberately gave him a loophole.

It was definitely intentional, Che Shanxue was sure.He didn't think he could catch the flaw of a great martial arts master, especially when he was blinded by his eyesight, but his instinct prompted him to direct the blade towards the flaw, and then the sword move that he couldn't remember clearly suddenly became clear, flowing freely and smoothly. Made it out.

Che Shanxue realized the fact that Chen Wei was more familiar with the moves in Ziwei Sword Song than he is currently.

That's because they have played many times.

The top of Che Shanxue's skull was filled with needle-like pain, and the scorching hot swelling spread along the healed wound. Those images, those memory images that he could not find at the bottom of the water, were floating up with the tumbling water. They appeared in front of Che Shanxue in a chaotic and mixed manner.

He seemed to have suddenly turned into a child who was not as tall as a sword. He grabbed the stones protruding from the rock wall and climbed with both hands and feet. He was about to surpass the bastard in front of him. nose smashed down.

After a while, they turned into handsome young men again, and they huddled together on a big bamboo rocking chair with someone. They lowered their heads and flipped through a book of sword techniques, expressing their opinions on sword moves, then quarreling, turning another page, and continuing to publish Opinion, keep arguing.

Bamboo leaves fell on the pages of the book, and it seemed like year after year as it turned over.

They are growing taller, and every time they meet, they must secretly compare the length of themselves and each other. By the lake, dancing with the blizzard in the wilderness, fighting against the wind and sand in the desert.

Che Shanxue looked at this scene greedily, wanting to see herself and the person beside her clearly from her vague memory.

However, this memory also came to an abrupt end.

Probably summer, late at night, heavy rain.

The air was stuffy and hot, and the rainwater dripping down the eaves almost formed a water curtain with the ground. Hundreds of thick red candles stood on the branch-shaped lamp holders. Countless candle lights danced like a burning tree.

In front of the empty shrine is a stick of incense as thick as a child's arm, and the fruit offerings are covered with dust. This is a small corner of the Hongjing Grand Enshrining House.

Che Shanxue, the really young looking Che Shanxue is not the old cucumber with the green skin, but the youthful Che Shanxue in his twenties.He was wearing a snow-white tunic, kneeling in front of the altar, his back was straight but thin, his head was drooping, and his long hair was drooping like a black waterfall.

The candlelight coated his pale, paper-like complexion with a layer of warm yellow, covering up his weakness and sickness.

Standing outside her memory, Che Shanxue realized that this was... ah, it must have happened shortly after the abolition of martial arts.

There was a small movement in the courtyard.

Someone climbed over the wall of the enshrining courtyard and jumped into the courtyard. When they landed, a few splashes of water were splashed, mixed with the sound of rain, which was barely audible.

In front of the shrine, Che Shanxue moved slightly with her head down.He seemed to want to turn around to see who the visitor was, but the guest stood silently in the pouring rain, and immediately let Che Shanxue in front of the shrine know the identity of the guest.

So he sat back again, as if from thousands of years ago to now, he was like a piece of blue rock in a deep mountain, never moving.

Outside the wall, the Imperial Army was beating gongs and drums and shouting, and the flames and smoke were steaming in the rain, which was very lively.

The bustling is because someone broke into the big worship house at night,

It must be the guest who came over the wall.

The imperial guards lingered outside the courtyard for a long time, but they did not dare to enter this remote courtyard. They did not disperse until midnight, and the place separated by the imperial guards' wall was as quiet as if there were no living people.

The rain was splashing, the candles were crackling and burning, and the drenched canna seemed to be crying, but the courtyard was still very quiet, especially for the two people in the courtyard.

Che Shanxue broke the eerie silence first.

"Come back, please," he said.

This voice is weaker than that of a person who has just recovered from a serious illness, and the guest in the rain froze into a bamboo pole.

He hesitated, "I heard you..."

The guest couldn't say the remaining few words. In order to get rid of that powerlessness, the guest took a few steps forward, walking from the dark rainy night to the light.

Decades later, Che Shanxue immediately recognized who this person was, or indeed, this was the only person who would break into the shrine at night after hearing that Che Shanxue had abolished martial arts and menopause.

Chen Wei.