Fuck you

The body of the sword is as sharp and beautiful as that boy's. Near the hilt is engraved with the same word "东西".

Qinghua's gaze stayed on the lettering for a short time, and then moved to his own eyes that were so clear and exhausted on the cold iron.With a skillful hook with his left hand hanging by his side, he hooked a small jug hidden somewhere on his fingertips.

Shake, lift, dump.

Just as the wine was about to enter the mouth, the corner of the eye suddenly caught sight of a young man.

Qinghua's pupils shrank suddenly, and the foot that had been hanging outside quickly retracted. While returning the sword to its sheath with his right hand, he threw back the wine pot in his left hand.

He jumped down the library pavilion like a fallen leaf, the dark and shallow scenery overlapped with the dark clothes of the young man, he suddenly felt that his eyes were a little wet, his heart was beating a little faster, and the distance was a little far away.

be quick.

Faster.

The dark blue wide sleeves rustled in the wind, Qinghua was getting closer and closer to the boy, and his ears were gradually filled with the boy's unique confident footsteps and innocent whispers with a smile.

There was an eager smile on his face, and even Songwan's long hair couldn't wait to raise it high.

Twenty steps, fifteen steps, ten steps, five steps...

The blood flowing slowly in Qinghua's body was about to boil, but a few steps away, he suddenly stopped and floated up to the tall treetops beside him.

Through the lush branches and leaves, he saw that the young man seemed to have sensed something, his footsteps slowed down slightly, and he looked sharply at the direction where he was hiding.

Qinghua subconsciously hid behind the tree trunk, his rapid breathing made his cheeks pink, but the fast flowing blood did not bring him much heat, and the palms holding the tree trunk were completely cold.

He leaned against the tree trunk and closed his eyes.

That's right, it's Mingyue, his little apprentice is back.

It doesn't even need to be carefully distinguished, just a distant figure from the back, and a vigilant gaze passed over hastily.

The laughter gradually faded away, and Mingyue Gui also gradually walked away after a glance.Qinghua opened his eyes and looked at the direction where he disappeared. After a while, he floated down the tree and walked to the other side.

You Feng came into the room with a bowl of medicine cursing, and put it on the table rudely: "Junior Brother!"

Xinghe, who was sitting upright, quickly raised his eyelids.

You Feng had a heartbroken look on his face: "You still said you're fine! You said you can drink! Look at you! If you don't pay attention to the next catastrophe, you will die!"

Xinghe raised his hand and pressed his temple, stood up to get the medicine bowl, and was slapped on the back of his hand by You Feng.

"Brother, can you be nice to me?" Xinghe retracted his hand helplessly.

"Hot! If you are not afraid of burning your mouth, just drink it and I will not stop you!" You Feng rolled his eyes at him, thought for a while, took out a small fan from the lower shelf of the bookshelf, and fanned it gently on the medicine bowl.He stared at the medicine bowl with his head down, and closed his mouth obediently.

Xinghe sighed, and had no choice but to explain: "I didn't know it would be so uncomfortable. I didn't drink much that day, and I didn't feel much after that. It's just that I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable today——Anyway, there is no one better than you. Boil this medicine, I don't worry."

Such shallow flattery can't please the angry senior brother at all, You Feng kept a straight face, and didn't look at his troubled junior brother: "Is the wound on your chest healed, don't lie to me."

Xinghe pressed his chest, and he could feel a small piece of sunken skin through his clothes.

He took a breath, let it out slowly, and said a little depressed: "I don't feel anything, it's just——this scar won't heal, it's ugly."

You Feng poked him hard on the forehead: "You, take care of yourself! Be careful in the future, don't just do whatever that kid says. Doesn't he know you can't drink? Don't try to persuade him!"

Xinghe: "I..."

How can this be said?Mingyue didn't even know that she was punished by lightning for Mingyue.

"Let me tell you how you are!" You Feng sighed for a while, put his fingers on the wall of the bowl to test the temperature of the test medicine, picked it up and handed it to Xinghe, "I'm just your junior, if that kid dares to betray you, I will kill him!"

What he said was serious, Xinghe was taken aback for a moment, and then said in a low voice: "Mingyue and I are not what senior brother thinks..."

You Feng stared, Xinghe's muffled voice sounded very lonely, he gave up the urge to continue cursing a few words in distress: "Shut up, drink your medicine."

Xinghe obediently held the medicine bowl, and finished the medicine without saying a word.

Then, he frowned slightly, with a trace of pain in his eyes.

You Feng immediately went to feel his pulse nervously: "What's going on?"

"I can't say it, but it's just a little uncomfortable." Xinghe closed his eyes, "It's strange, it should have been better after so many years, how can it be possible to feel uncomfortable after drinking just once."

You Feng: "Nonsense, Qian Mo's condition has been stable for so many years, it's not like he's going to die after drinking a single drink, he's just looking for trouble, just like Shaoshang, just like a child!"

The topic was immediately diverted by the big brother, Xinghe asked: "What's wrong with Qianmo?"

"I put it in your room. I went to see it last night, and I'm still in a coma. It's been a few days." You Feng frowned.

Xinghe knew that Youfeng was referring to his room in Ziwei Palace, and asked Xinzhai that he and Mingyuegui lived there for a few days before when they were studying.

Xinghe said: "Is there any business to know about his presence here?"

You Feng took the empty bowl and was about to answer when the door of the room was suddenly pushed open.

The people in Ziwei Palace are very disciplined, Lingbao Tianzun handed over the big and small matters of Ziwei Palace to Youfeng before the retreat, and everyone has no objection, this is his bedroom, who would disturb him so rudely?

When the two looked at it, they were shocked to find that it was Qinghua.

Qinghua's movements were too big, the wide sleeve robe was hung on the jade horn lamp standing outside the door, his chest heaved violently due to the explosive consumption of spiritual energy.

Facing the astonished gazes of the two people in the room, he paused, and the question he wanted to ask suddenly ebbed without warning.

He took off the sleeve robe from the lamp, and smiled very apologetically: "I... just ask, are you ready for what you are going to teach tomorrow?"

You Feng widened his big round eyes, and used his shallow EQ to speculate secretly, thinking that Qinghua must have taken the wrong medicine and went to the wrong door by the way.

Qinghua was also embarrassed, he was going to ask about Mingyuegui's situation, but for some reason, after seeing Youfeng and Xinghe, he suddenly didn't want to say anything.

Even if he stopped Mingyuegui, what could he say?

He said, back then I insisted on abolishing your cultivation not because I wanted to sever the master-student relationship with you, nor because I hated you like those people.

I just rushed to Nantianmen because I knew what Xinghe was going to do.On the way, I heard Yang Tian say that Tianjun wants him to destroy you, and I don't know how he will destroy you, so I made up my mind to do it myself.

For so many years, I have also been sad.

But up to now, any explanation has been diluted by time and become weak, just like Qianmo who never had the chance to tell the truth about the conversation that Shaoshang misunderstood, Qinghua at this time has no need to explain.