Jinghong knife

"Master." Qing Ming called out helplessly.

My master, everything is fine, but he refuses to take medicine.

No one would believe it if he told it, the arrogant and arrogant Daoist Master Jinghong was actually childishly afraid of taking medicine.

Chu Hanyang didn't even look at him, he was playing with a small flying knife in his hand, and concentrated on it, as if only the flying knife was left in his world, and he couldn't see or hear anything else.

Seeing him like this, Qing Ming was helpless immediately, he was a subordinate, so he couldn't force his master to drink medicine.

But the residual poison in Chu Hanyang's body was not cleared, no matter what, he still had to drink the medicine for three days.

There was no other way, so he made another bowl of sesame paste.

In fact, he is not very good at making these things, and the only things he can make over and over again are chestnut soup, sesame paste and red bean paste.

Even these few things were specially learned by Chu Hanyang.

Because he vaguely guessed that Chu Hanyang might like these things, he studied them for a long time.

Unexpectedly, I guessed it right, the Lord never refuses the food that he brings.

Chu Hanyang was playing with the throwing knife, suddenly his nose shrugged, his eyes lit up, and he turned his head indifferently.After seeing Qing Ming walking over with a small bowl of sesame paste, he simply stretched out his hand.

However, he didn't expect that just when he was about to receive the bowl of sesame paste, Qing Ming's footsteps stopped.

"Master, drink the medicine first."

Qing Ming coaxed softly, and held the medicine firmly in front of Chu Hanyang with the other hand.

Chu Hanyang was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect him to dare to do this, he stared at Qing Ming for a while in disbelief, and there was a trace of grievance inexplicably in his bright phoenix eyes.

He pursed his lips, lowered his head, and remained silent.

When Qing Ming saw him like that, his heart trembled. He felt as if he had done something wrong to Chu Hanyang, so he became cruel, and moved the bowl of medicine closer.

Seeing that Chu Hanyang was still motionless, Qing Ming sighed, holding two bowls, and slowly knelt down.

Chu Hanyang sat on the edge of the bed, Qingming's tall body happened to be level with him after half kneeling down.

"Master, drink the medicine."

Qing Ming coaxed in a low voice, looking at him softly, with extra patience.

After a long time, Qing Ming maintained that posture. In the end, Chu Hanyang couldn't do anything about it, he gritted his teeth and took the bowl of medicine and gulped it down.

The bitter and spicy taste rushed straight into his throat, instantly clouding his eyes with mist.

Seeing that he was finally willing to drink the medicine, Qing Ming breathed a sigh of relief, and before Chu Hanyang could do it himself, he fed the sesame paste to his mouth.

"Ah Qing, what were you responsible for in Shalou before?" Chu Hanyang asked nonchalantly while eating.

"kill."

Miss you.

Qing Ming buried the last two words in his heart and did not say them out.

"Why do you have to come to me?" Chu Hanyang asked again.

No one knows better than him where Shalou is. He doesn't know how Qingming can get out of it, but it will definitely not be easy.

After committing murder, how can he let go if he wants to.

It's not a joke that people can't help themselves in the rivers and lakes.

"Because I am the Lord's sword."

Chu Hanyang smiled, and asked casually: "You said you were one of the seven deadly eagles, so what's your code name?"

"Gu Ying." Qing Ming didn't hide anything.

It is a big taboo to reveal your code name as a killer and expose your identity.

Because the killer had too many enemies, once exposed, the ending would be death without a burial, but he was willing to hand over everything to Chu Hanyang.

The corners of Chu Hanyang's mouth froze, and his smile suddenly faded away.

"Gu Ying? You are actually the third Gu Ying?"

Qing Ming lowered her head, did not see Chu Hanyang's expression, and still fed him spoonful by spoonful.

Chu Hanyang's gaze changed, he gently put his hand on top of his head, and said something faintly.

"With your martial arts, there shouldn't be any tasks you can't complete. Have you ever encountered any opponents you couldn't match?"

"Yes. Before the subordinate came down to the Valley of Absolute Swords, he was ambushed and killed by one person.

That man's martial arts are unpredictable, extremely terrifying, he even has no internal strength, and his subordinates are no longer opponents.But he didn't know why he let his subordinates go. "

Chu Hanyang asked expressionlessly: "That man is so powerful, he shouldn't be an unknown person, what kind of weapon did he use?"

"A dagger. A very ordinary dagger."

Seeing that Chu Hanyang had finished eating, Qingming wiped his mouth for him, then stood up, but found that Chu Hanyang looked a little strange.

"Why did I let you go?" Chu Hanyang muttered, and took his hand back.

Qing Ming felt a little strange, but still replied: "This subordinate is also very strange. I thought it was the person Shalou sent to silence because his subordinate betrayed. It may be the number one among the Seven Eagles 'Blood Blade' or the second-ranked 'White Wolf'.

It is also possible that the subordinates were wrong.That person just happened to meet his subordinates. "

Chu Hanyang lowered his eyes and stopped talking.Qing Ming thought he was tired, so he retreated in a low voice, collected his things and walked out of the room.

Chu Hanyang lay on the bed blankly, thinking about what Qing Ming said, he looked at his hands.

The slender palm was clean and beautiful, but it almost broke his own knife.

Chu Hanyang didn't tell Qing Ming that he was Blood Blade.

He was really sent by Shalou to clean up Qingming.

Chu Hanyang doesn't even remember when he entered the killing tower.

Maybe it was earlier than Jinghongdao became famous, maybe it was earlier than he defeated his father, maybe it was earlier than he was assassinated for the first time.

The knife was raised silently, and the blood was startled.

In fact, no one has really seen the Jinghong knife, because everyone who has seen it has died.

No one knew that the Jinghong Dao, regarded as a peerless weapon, was actually just an ordinary dagger.

And the Jinghong knife that living people have seen is the photo that he used to defeat his father and then gave to Qingming.

In fact, it is never the sword that surprises Hong Hong, but the person holding the sword.

The Jinghong Dao has never been a sharp weapon for martial arts competitions. From the beginning, the Jinghong Dao has been a murder weapon, and it exists to kill people.

And his strongest sword moves are the skills for killing people.

Chu Hanyang didn't feel that there was anything wrong with being bloody all over, but he felt lucky at this moment.

He remembered clearly that on that day, his blade was about to pierce the throat of "Gu Ying", but his poison suddenly broke out, so the blood blade missed for the first time, and failed to complete the commission to kill the building for the first time.

It's just that Xueren is different from Gu Ying. He is equal to Shalou and is not under Shalou's control.So even if he failed, Shalou would not do anything to him.

On the second day, Qing Ming found him and said that he wanted to be his sword.

Chu Hanyang doesn't believe anyone, doesn't believe anything, but he believes that Qing Ming is still "Gu Ying", the despair and regret in his eyes when he is about to die under his sword.

That's not fake.

At that time, he himself was wearing a mask, and asked Guying why he defected, and then "Gu Ying" replied: "I'm going to find someone."

who's that person?

"Gu Ying" never mentioned it, but Chu Hanyang knew now that that person was himself.

Qing Ming said from the very beginning that he only wanted to stay by her side, but it turned out to be true.

This man, taciturn, never wanted anything, because early in the beginning, he said what he wanted most.

Although Chu Hanyang still didn't understand how he was worth his hard work.

Qing Ming quickly tidied herself up, and hurried back to Chu Hanyang's room, even with the chill of autumn on her clothes.

And when he opened the door, he saw Chu Hanyang sitting in the middle of the bed, wearing a crow blue coat, his face was fair and smooth, and his eyes were delicate.

It's just that those phoenix eyes are no longer sharp, but a little confused, as if thinking about something.

After hearing the sound of Qingming opening the door and coming back, Chu Hanyang pursed his lower lip, opened his arms slightly, blinked his eyes, and let out a soft cry.

"Ah Qing, hug."

Seeing that he was obviously sleepy, but gentle and quiet, Qing Ming's heart suddenly thumped wildly.

He tightened his hand holding the candlestick, and his body froze in place a little stiffly.

Seeing that he didn't come, Chu Hanyang was stunned, his phoenix eyes quickly dimmed, a trace of grievance and loss quickly flashed across his face, and he slowly lowered his eyes.

"If you don't want to... just forget it."

Chu Hanyang was indeed sleepy, and just when he was about to lie down, his eyes suddenly went dark, the lights went out, and then a warm embrace surrounded him, and the two of them rolled on the bed together .

Chu Hanyang was taken aback, what's going on?But it seems kind of fun.

Qing Ming seemed to be holding her breath, and after a while, she gently covered the two of them with the quilt.

"Ah Qing, I don't want to do anything anymore, you can do it for me." Chu Hanyang shook his head and said sullenly.

"Yes." Qing Ming circled him in his arms again, causing Chu Hanyang to rub against him.

"I want the Valley of Absolute Swords, please help me."

"Yes."

Chu Hanyang was so sleepy that he finally fell asleep. Before falling asleep, he said in a daze, "Ah Qing, will you stay with me from now on? Don't go."

Qing Ming was shocked, staring at his sleeping face for a long time, finally retracted his arms so that the two of them could stick together tightly, he put his chin on Chu Hanyang's back shoulder, and said softly A good word.

Master, no matter what you want, my subordinates will give it to you...

The author has something to say: I'm tired of crooked enough, let's have a small fight.