The rivers and lakes can't stand it

"I thought you were the one responsible for keeping alive?"

When Yue Mijin came out of the tavern, he waved his long blade casually, splashing the sticky blood on the door, and he didn't need to look much to know how miserable the tavern was.

When he saw the corpse, he couldn't help raising an eyebrow.

"I really want to keep a life alive, but someone refuses to let us keep it." Qiu Zhuoxue slowly got up from the letter, squinting at the confusion, and saw that his cut skirt was dyed dark red at some point, Suddenly stopped, "Are you injured?"

Yue Mijin said concisely: "The knife is very sharp."

Although the knife in the owner's hand was sharp, but his skill was too poor and the blade was short, so the knife did not penetrate deep into the flesh, and the bleeding would have stopped when killing people in the labyrinth, but blood stains were inevitable on the front of his clothes.

While he was speaking, he glanced at the ground and frowned suddenly as he looked at the verses in the letter.

Qiu Zhuoxue thought of the tragic situation of the proprietress just now, and couldn't help feeling chills, and immediately said: "The proprietress died of Gu poison, don't be careless, what do you feel uncomfortable about?"

"No." Yue Mijin thought for a while, "The dagger used by that man is quite sharp, and it is a rare and good weapon. It has not been baked for a long time, so it will definitely not be used to smear poison."

In the final analysis, a weapon is still made of gold and iron, and it is easy to rust after being soaked in poisonous juice for a long time. Except for some experts who use poison who will tamper with the weapon, most people will avoid foreign objects on the weapon, so as not to damage it early. Needless to say, poison was applied to newly acquired weapons.

It's like ordinary people don't wear new clothes to plant seedlings in the field. This is due to human nature, and martial arts masters are no different from ordinary people.

Qiu Zhuoxue felt relieved when she saw Yue Mijin looked normal, and began to clean up the mess.

The Gu worm is dead, there is no threat at all, but I don't know if the blood spit out by the proprietress is poisonous, Qiu Zhuoxue uses wine to dilute the blood that has not yet dried up on the ground, and the whole alley is instantly filled with a thick intoxicating aroma .

The letter paper is quite rough, and it is very fragile when it touches water. It has almost melted in the blood, and it is impossible to pick it up.

The body of the proprietress was put back in the tavern, Qiu Zhuoxue went to check the proprietor's two short knives again, seeing that they were indeed not poisoned, she was really relieved.

The corpses fell into the fragrant marinade and marinade all over the floor, as if the whole tavern had become a natural cauldron, and the original appetite turned into nausea.

Qiu Zhuoxue lost any appetite at the moment, just wanted to go as fast as possible, so she went out with Yue Mijin, and sighed: "If the location of the tavern is not remote enough, brother Yue must kill someone tonight, Qiu must set fire."

"I brought Huozhangzi." Yue Mijin's words were always simple and clear.

Qiu Zhuoxue laughed and said: "Although this place is remote, it is no longer a tavern's business if there is a fire. Let the police in the government office worry about it."

At the end of the matter here, more than a dozen people were killed in a supper, even if it was Qiu Zhuoxue, it would be a bit big.

Fortunately, the inn was not too far away, and the two returned to their rooms soon.

Karaya still slept soundly, even a little carefree, and it seemed that when the two were away, no killer was ready to take his life.

Yue Mijin also returned to his room, the flesh cut by the knife no longer bleeds, but still tingling with hot pain.

Martial arts masters are indeed more pain-tolerant than ordinary people. After all, they are often injured, but it is by no means that they cannot feel pain. The more confused they know, the next morning they will not feel any pain, so he decided to lie down and sleep.

Today seemed to be a little longer, and when Yue Mazin lay down, the door was opened.

Not everyone has the courage to directly open the door of the maze.

"Are you asleep?" Sure enough, Qiu Zhuoxue's voice came from outside the door.

He was a little tired after going through the maze, he lay on the bed and said lightly, "Yes."

The door was closed quickly, and instead of leaving, Qiu Zhuoxue walked in, carrying a refreshing fragrance, and quickly sat beside Yue Mijin.

"The shorter the weapon, the more dangerous it is, because the shorter it is, the more flexible it is, and the faster it can change its moves." Qiu Zhuoxue smiled softly, "I can hear you clearly when you knock him out with one palm Chu, don’t use the water-covering sword, are you unwilling to take advantage of him?”

Yue Mijin didn't even open his eyes: "The knife is not only sharp, but also came very quickly."

"It seems that although your palm strength is domineering, you are not bad." Qiu Zhuoxue nodded thoughtfully, he took out the box containing the ointment from his sleeve, and whispered, "You are injured, I will help you You wipe the medicine, do you come by yourself? Or I will untie your clothes."

When Qiu Zhuoxue talked about "untie your clothes", although her tone was calm and gentle, she sounded like a caring doctor, but she made Yue Mijin's heart beat slowly, and for some reason, she felt the burning pain of the wound , suddenly spread instantly, making the body feel like it was on fire.

"No need." Yue Maze sat up slowly, "It's just a minor injury."

Qiu Zhuoxue saw that his expression was not right, so she didn't quite believe it: "You said a small injury, your face is not right, is it the pain?"

"It doesn't hurt." Yue Mijin looked at his concerned face, didn't know how to explain it for a while, lingered on the tip of his tongue for a few words, and finally swallowed them all, just whispered, "It's nothing, just wipe it off."

The wound was about a finger long, the flesh had already gathered, and the blood had dried up on the wound, which seemed to be slightly hot to the touch, but as Yue Mizu said, it was just an insignificant injury.

Qiu Zhuoxue wiped some ointment, and slowly rubbed it on the wound, the cooling sensation quickly covered the faint burning sensation.

But Yue Mijin still felt hot all over, as if a fire was burning.

He saw Qiu Zhuoxue's expression was focused and calm, she didn't show any special tenderness or teasing, and she didn't raise her head, as if this insignificant injury had the same weight in Yan Boke's heart as other important things.

Autumn Zhuoxue lingers under the nose. There is a bit of woman's rouge smell in the hair tip, as well as the smell of blood. They all come from the previous proprietress, and more of it is the cool scent of ointment and a little bit of food. This combination The confused smells were identified one by one and classified into different categories, until only Qiu Zhuoxue itself remained.

"What do Brother Yue think of the poem on that letter?"

Qiu Zhuoxue's fingers were still attached to Yue Mijin's chest, unwilling to separate, her eyes were searching for other wounds, as if she casually brought up a topic.

The fingertips wrapped in the ointment snaked viscously from the wound, making Yue Mazin feel a little bit of danger, like an insect sealed in resin.

Yue Maze's breathing became slightly heavy: "What do you think?"

"Huh?" Qiu Zhuoxue wondered when he heard that his voice was not right, "I am too aggressive..."

He stopped talking suddenly.

The fingertips have already landed on the heart, following the thin layer of flesh, the beating heart is beating endlessly under the hands, why does Qiu Zhuoxue ask any more questions, he is already showing a deep smile.

"No." Yue Maze didn't realize it, but still forbeared, "I just..."

Qiu Zhuoxue suddenly withdrew her hand.

Yue Mijin's tongue seemed to be taken away by Qiu Zhuoxue's withdrawn hand, he was speechless for a while, he was a little fascinated, and then looked at it blankly.

Qiu Zhuoxue is lowering her head, her long hair reveals her neck that can't see the sun, but she doesn't show humility at all, she looks like a crane bowing down to drink water. Wipe ointment on fingertips on handkerchief.

Jinpa is a very good material, it seems to glow faintly under the moonlight, and the fingertips against the autumn snow are as smooth as jade.

"It's just that you don't want to take advantage of that short swordsman, but you want to take advantage of me?" As if noticing his gaze, Qiu Zhuoxue's voice sounded again, soft and peaceful, but it didn't sound like a doctor anymore .

Yue Mijin's voice became hoarse: "Isn't it possible?"

"Your palm strength is so domineering." Qiu Zhuoxue smiled faintly, threw the brocade handkerchief aside, and leaned over again, "How dare I say no?"

This time his hand was on Yue Mijin's chest, and he gently leaned himself closer. These two lips that had rolled out countless sharp words were actually soft, not as soft as a demon knife, but as if they had left Wanjian. The peach blossoms that fell in the villa that day.

Yue Mijin simply hugged him, suddenly felt some itching on his cheeks, and dimly realized that he probably loosened Qiu Zhuoxue's hair, the first time he kissed someone, but he seemed to be self-taught, maybe he was an old Taoist priest The room surgery that left him with a box helped.

But in fact, Yue Mijin only felt that the tip of his tongue was numb from sucking, and he couldn't think of any words.

Qiu Zhuoxue's face also became hot very quickly, he was holding Yue Mijin in his arms, and soon he couldn't breathe, for some reason, he didn't struggle.

Still getting more and more confused, he managed to find some clarity and separated the two, before Qiu Zhuoxue came back to his senses, she clung to him obsessively, her hot lips pressed against his cheek, low He smiled and said, "What? Is it cheap enough?"

"Take a breather." Yue Mijin brushed Qiu Zhuoxue's sweaty hair gently, and really learned to put on a face to cope with his words, "You are so good, I will naturally treat you better."

It's just that his tone doesn't really sound like a gangster, but it also looks like a gangster who knows how to become a gangster.

Qiu Zhuoxue couldn't help laughing, she rubbed against the tip of his nose, and said slowly: "Oh, at least someone copied a poem for me, your tone of a mountain king..."

"How do you know that the poem was written for you?" Yue Mijin put his arms around his waist and interrupted unhurriedly, "The proprietress is willing to speak, which means that she had a double heart and died on the spot, which is also in line with poetry."

Qiu Zhuoxue bit his lips as a sign of punishment, and asked: "Let me ask you, are the poems for the dead or the living? Could it be that the government thought it was a murder of love? When they come, the blood It has already melted the paper."

Yue Mijin felt that what he said made sense, so he narrowed his eyes slightly: "Then what do you think?"

"The first possibility is to lure me away from Linjiang City. Using Gu to kill people, and implying love for me." When Qiu Zhuoxue said this, she admired her own face, "Who do you think it would be?"

Yue Mijin was silent for a moment, and frowned. He had obviously thought about it, and finally he reluctantly uttered a sentence: "Yan Wuhen will definitely guess it's veratrum."

Qiu Zhuoxue nodded approvingly.

Elder Wan Du is likely to be related to Tantai. The fact that Tantai knows Gu skills is just a guess and has not been confirmed, so the direction of this letter is veratrum.

If there is anything unclear between Qiu Zhuoxuezhen and Heatweed, after reading this letter, he must go back to Mo Rong and ask for clarification. In this way, the people behind the scenes can also understand the true relationship between the two.

"What about the second possibility?" Yue Maze asked again.

"The second possibility." Qiu Zhuoxue suddenly laughed, and he said slowly, "Then Qiu is going to test brother Yue."

Yue Mijin said slowly, "Is it roasted by the fire, or tortured?"

"All of them." Qiu Zhuoxue pressed his lips, and said in a low voice: "Huanjun's Pearl is crying, and I wish I could meet her when she was not married. What kind of poem do you think this is?"

Wen Jun had two intentions, so he came to an end.

It is to imply that he chose to "collaborate with Ming Yueying" in the face of righteousness in the world.

Qiu Zhuoxue was almost certain that Tantai must be in Linjiang City, it was impossible for someone who was thousands of miles away to react so quickly, and it was even very possible that he was somewhere in the wine alley at that time.

And Yue Mijin just tilted his head, and asked slowly: "Have you rested enough?"

Qiu Zhuoxue smiled and said deliberately: "Now I really don't know who is the frivolous one."

Even though he said this, he still gave in softly: "I've taken advantage of you before, now it's my turn to be the king of the mountain."

The author has something to say:

Huan Jun's pearls are in tears, and I hate to meet when I was not married: Zhang Ji's "Jie Fu Yin", which seems to be refusing to cheat (hey), is actually a political/political poem, comparing the monarch and his ministers to husband and wife, politely refusing to cheat at the time Jiedu envoy Li Shidao's win over.

The article mentioned "Wen Jun has two ideas, so he came to break up with each other", also uses the sex of men and women to imply interpersonal relationships.

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