Jinghong knife

The red gauze is lightly curled up, the cigarettes are curling up, and the gentle countryside is never lacking in charm and intoxication.

However, the atmosphere here still made Qing Ming feel uncomfortable. He didn't like this kind of drunken feeling, especially he didn't like Chu Hanyang coming to this kind of place.

A figure slowly walked out of the back room, before seeing the face clearly, the first thing I saw was that very seductive figure, white skin, slender waist, full of styles, and a face that was as beautiful as a disaster for the country and the people Yan.

A supreme beauty, a beauty that can make any man's heart beat.

However, of the two men in the room at this time, one has no such feelings at all, and the other has a heart to belong to. No matter which one is extremely cold, his eyes do not stay on the woman who walked out.

"Mrs. Han, long time no see."

Chu Hanyang sat on a chair casually, and said lightly, while Qing Ming stood silently behind him without saying a word.

The woman giggled, gave him a provocative look, and then turned her eyes on Qing Ming.

"Hey, it's rare to see you with someone by your side. Where did you find this little brother? He's so handsome. Your master has no taste. Would you like to stay here for a night and accompany me as a concubine?"

Qing Ming hung his words, ignored him, and stood obediently behind Chu Hanyang all the time.

Chu Hanyang was not annoyed when he heard what the woman said, instead he smiled faintly, and blocked Qing Ming behind him without any trace.

"Mrs. Han is making fun of me again. It's my fault that I haven't come for a long time. Chu came here today to ask you something."

The watery eyes of the woman surnamed Han glanced at the knife on Qing Ming's waist seemingly indifferently, the light in her eyes changed, and she also sat down, with one hand propped on the table, her chin slightly propped up, and a faint smile.

"What's the matter? Tell me first and listen."

Chu Hanyang raised his eyes to look at her, and said, "I want to know, it is said that the past masters of the Absolute Sword Valley once trained a group of dead men and passed them on to their successors, but the group that should have been handed over to my father disappeared. Is it true?"

After speaking, a bank note was gently placed on the table.

Mrs. Han glanced at the bank note with a half-smile, blinked her eyes, pinched it between her fingers, and blew lightly.

"Hey, 100 taels, and it still smells like earth. Didn't the second son of Chu snatch the silver bills to send the concubine?"

Chu Hanyang knew that there was indeed little news about buying this little silver, but his father didn't want to see him, so he didn't give him much silver.

In fact, he does not lack money, but...

He smiled lightly: "Only the 100 taels are clean. If you still want it, I have it too. Do you dare to accept it?"

He has a lot of money to buy his life, but he doesn't want to use it.

Mrs. Han's expression froze. She and Chu Hanyang were old acquaintances, and she was also one of the very few people who knew Chu Hanyang's identity.

Shalou Xueren, that is not something she can offend.

She really didn't dare to accept the blood-stained money.

"That's right, the legend is true, the blood-clothed guards of the Absolute Sword Valley do exist.

However, your grandfather Chu Tianlong died suddenly at the age of 45, even though he was also a generation of arrogance. in your father's hands.

This is no secret. "

After she finished speaking, she also sighed a little: "If your father inherited the Blood Clothes Guard, I am afraid that you in Jue Dao Valley will not be so talented and show weakness to Baguio Palace. However, Jue Dao Valley has your father and you, it is enough gone."

Chu Hanyang wondered: "Then why didn't anyone from the Bloody Guard come to my father?"

Mrs. Han smiled, and gently rubbed her index finger on her cheek, which was a little confusing.

"The blood-clothed guards are dead soldiers trained since childhood, and they are on par with the people who killed the building, but those people don't recognize people, they only recognize tokens.

This rule was passed down from your ancestors.And when your grandfather died, that token was lost.So even though your father inherited the Valley of Absolute Swords, he couldn't command the blood-clothed guards in the forbidden area of ​​the valley. "

"What about the token?" Chu Hanyang frowned and asked.

Madam Han glanced at him and started giggling again.

She stood up, moved her lotus steps lightly, and the dark fragrance floated. With a twist, she sat in Chu Hanyang's arms, and put her arms around Chu Hanyang's neck, very intimately.

Chu Hanyang didn't change his expression, but he didn't push her away, while Qing Ming behind him darkened his eyes and bowed his head in silence.

"It's been too long since the news about the token, I accidentally forgot it, but well, if you make me happy, maybe I can remember it."

Chu Hanyang stared at the beauty in his arms and fell silent.

With warm, fragrant and soft jade in his arms, even a normal man would not refuse an invitation from a beauty.

However, after a while, Chu Hanyang silently pulled away Mrs. Han's hand, stood up, took two steps back, patted his body, and straightened his robe.

He said indifferently: "Madam Chu dare not accept the kindness of Madam. Now that the existence of the blood-clothed guard and the token has been confirmed, Chu himself has guessed about the following things. Since Madam has forgotten, it is best to forget it." .”

Mrs. Han froze for a moment, took a deep look at Chu Hanyang, then at Qing Ming, with a half-smile.

"It seems that Lord Jinghong already has someone in his heart. The last time I saw my concubine, you didn't push me away so quickly."

Chu Hanyang dragged Qing Ming away, just about to open the door, when he heard this, he couldn't help frowning, and then sneered.

"Your incense today is too strong, it's giving me a headache. Last time I saw you, you didn't use such gaudy spices."

After finishing speaking, he ignored Mrs. Han who had a dark face behind her, took Qing Ming's hand, and left here without looking back.

He has no heart, so why does he have someone in his heart?

Ridiculous, it must be because the smell of this incense is so bad...

Qing Ming's originally gloomy heart suddenly became clearer the moment Chu Hanyang took his hand.

He looked at the unaware person walking in front, and quietly held those slender and cool hands, passing his body temperature over.

Although the Lord has recovered, why is his hand still so cold?

I... just help him keep warm.

Chu Hanyang dragged Qing Ming all the way out of the Mianyue Tower, only then did he feel that the powdery aura on his body had dissipated a little.

Seeing that Qing Ming hadn't spoken, he couldn't help but look back, only to find that the man was in a trance.

"What are you thinking?" Chu Hanyang asked, not realizing that he was still holding Qingming's hand and not letting go.

Qing Ming was taken aback, pursed his lower lip, thought for a while, but didn't dare to express his true thoughts, so he whispered: "The Lord has been here before?"

Chu Hanyang nodded indifferently, but still did not let go of his hand.

"Well, I have been here a few times before. Mianyuelou is a brothel on the surface, but it is an intelligence organization.

You know, the two places with the most news in Jianghu, one is the tavern, and the other is the brothel. "

As he walked forward, he said: "Don't look at that Mrs. Han is as beautiful as a flower and has a variety of styles, but she is actually a hard-working person.

Her husband used to be a soldier, but later died on the battlefield, and she was exiled to Fengyuechang. It is not a simple character for a woman to come to this day. "

After finishing speaking, Chu Hanyang paused slightly, then suddenly turned his head to look at Qing Ming, with a serious face on his face.

"You are not allowed to think about that woman, she is not a fuel-efficient lamp, please stay away from her."

Qing Ming was stunned for a moment, not following Chu Hanyang's train of thought for a while, but still nodded obediently.

"Okay, all the subordinates listen to the master."

Only then did Chu Hanyang lift his chin in satisfaction, and let out a soft snort.

"Her surname is not actually Han. Han is her late husband's surname.

In fact, with her ability and savings, it is not difficult to remarry, but she has always been a widow and kept her deceased husband's surname.

Seemingly frivolous, this woman has never committed herself to others, which is not easy. "

Qing Ming lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes cast a shadow.

"Then she must be deeply in love with her husband."

Chu Hanyang glanced at him, but didn't say a word about it. He really didn't understand what love was.

After a delay, it was already dark when the two walked on the street. Helan County is not big, but it is also lively at night. Not only is there no curfew, but there is also a night market.

Chu Hanyang took Qing Ming for a casual walk, thinking it was just to relax.

And he never noticed that his hand was holding Qing Ming's hand all the time, and Qing Ming didn't want to remind him, so he let him lead him all the way.

Fortunately, it was night, and no one noticed the tugging between the two big men.

There are many people in the night market, and some small stalls can be seen everywhere, ranging from antique calligraphy and paintings to rouge and gouache to clever toys, there are a wide variety of varieties.

Chu Hanyang hadn't been to such a place for a long time, and he couldn't help getting a little excited when he saw those strange and interesting things.

But he didn't want to make it too obvious for the sake of face. It's just that staring at something, staring at it, takes a long time.

Qingming couldn't help but laugh, and didn't ask any more questions. He took the initiative to go over and buy the things he was staring at one by one, and walked all the way. Not only did he not feel impatient, but his eyes were always warm.

Chu Hanyang had two bright phoenix eyes, holding a delicate Luban lock in his right hand and looking down with interest, while Qing Ming held his left hand firmly.

Chu Hanyang walked with his head down, all his attention was on the Luban lock in his hand, when suddenly Qingming stopped beside him, he raised his head in surprise, and his lips felt warm.

A big, fragrant steamed stuffed bun touched Chu Hanyang's lips.

Chu Hanyang raised his head, watching Qing Ming's hand holding the bun froze for a moment, Qing Ming was also stunned, never expecting that he would do such a thing in such a way.

He didn't know why he bought one as soon as he smelled the aroma of steamed buns, and stuffed it directly into Chu Hanyang's mouth.

This is really the next crime!

Qing Ming's complexion changed slightly, and he raised his hand to pull back the big, fragrant steamed bun, but he tugged, but didn't move.

Chu Hanyang opened his mouth and bit the bun tightly, seeing that Qing Ming still wanted to take it back, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, a little more intimidating and threatening.

It's against the sky, and dare to snatch food from the tiger's mouth!

Seeing that he was occupying both hands, Qingming was biting the bun tightly and refused to let it go. He was a little bit dumbfounded, but he didn't dare to pull any more, and fed Chu Hanyang the whole big bun.

Only then did Chu Hanyang raise his eyebrows in satisfaction, thinking to himself: This steamed stuffed bun tastes...so delicious!

Qingming's eyes were warm, and he began to lead Chu Hanyang around, but his left hand was always tightly clenched, and he didn't want to let go.

Chu Hanyang was in a good mood, and let him do all of this.

As they were walking, Chu Hanyang was accidentally bumped into by someone, and his hair tie broke suddenly, and his hair was instantly scattered with black hair, making his profile look more elegant and refined.

Qing Ming was taken aback for a moment, turned his head to look, and finally fixed his eyes on one place.

He gently tugged on Chu Hanyang's hand again, and made a gesture. Chu Hanyang looked at him suspiciously, but obediently followed him to the booth.

The author has something to say: finally hold hands. . .By the way, the big steamed stuffed bun in the Family Mart convenience store is really delicious!