Jinghong knife

Liao Hanzhuo looked at Chu Hanyang unkindly. After all, he was also the heir of Yangliu Villa, and he couldn't help feeling angry when Chu Hanyang made such comments in front of so many people.

"Second Master Chu, your eyes are ill, please use the saber first. Today I also want to see if the legendary Jinghong Dao is as powerful as people say!"

Chu Xiangyang's expression changed, and he was about to say something but was stopped by Chu Zhangyang, and then he saw Chu Zhangyang shook his head slightly, so he could only hold back.

It's just that the way he looked at Liao Hanzhuo became unkind.

Chu Hanyang sneered mockingly, and when he was about to speak, he felt someone standing in front of him.

"You don't need my Patriarch to deal with a character like you. As for the Shocking Sword, you are not qualified to see it."

Qing Ming looked at Liao Hanzhuo coldly and said.

"If you want to compete with the Lord, you must win first before I speak."

After speaking, he drew out a dagger and confronted Liao Hanzhuo with a bang.

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, and only then did they notice the attendant who had been standing silently behind Chu Hanyang.

Chu Hanyang did not expect Qing Ming to stand up at this time.

He is the one who kills the building, the poisonous blade hidden in the dark, it is not wise to expose himself like this.

Killers are poisonous snakes hiding in the dark, when did they like to rush forward?

"Qingming, step back, I don't care about a Liao Hanzhuo." Chu Hanyang sneered.

However, Qing Ming still persistently stood in front of him.

"The master really doesn't need to care. The subordinates can finish him in ten rounds, so there is no need to bother the master.

Please come up to the side and rest for a while, the subordinates will come later. "

Chu Hanyang pursed his lips, but he didn't expect Qing Ming to be so determined. After thinking about it for a while, he smiled lightly, walked to the side casually, and sat down casually on the ground.

"Okay, hurry up. I haven't had breakfast yet."

"Yes." Qing Ming replied in a low voice, and after speaking, he flipped his wrist and turned the blade, and a beam of cold light suddenly appeared, rushing towards Liao Hanzhuo's vitals.

Liao Hanzhuo's face was flushed with anger at this time, he had never been so slighted before, and immediately vented his inner strength, and swung his sword to meet Qing Ming's blade.

However, after only a short moment of confrontation, he was surprised by the opponent's strength.

I thought the opponent was just an ordinary guard, but he didn't expect that the first time he fought, the power transmitted from the knife would make his tiger's mouth tingle, which shows that the opponent's internal strength is extremely deep.

What's more, that person's saber technique is extremely fierce, and his moves are life-threatening, all of which are desperate moves.

The more Liao Hanzhuo fought, the more frightened he became. With such strength, how could he be an ordinary guard who could push him back step by step, how could he be an unknown person!This man must have committed murder before!

Cold sweat slipped from his forehead all the way, and when he hit the ninth move, he only heard a slap, Liao Hanzhuo felt his heart go cold, his hand lightened, his sword had already flown out backwards, and the clothes on his heart unexpectedly flew out at some point. A circular hole was drawn, exposing his chest.

With one leg propped up and the other bent, Chu Hanyang sat on the ground with a half-smile. Although he couldn't see him, he had already judged the situation of the two people through their voices.

As expected of the Killing Seven Eagles, Qing Ming's internal strength is really deep, and he is not more panicked than himself. It seems that when he appeared in front of him, he made those three noises on purpose.

The competition ended like this, Qing Ming put away the knife, without saying a word, and went back behind Chu Hanyang silently.The other two young masters of the Chu family took a deep look at him at the same time.

"It seems that Master Liao should not be in the mood to look at the Shocking Sword today." Chu Hanyang raised his face and smiled lightly.

"You!" Liao Hanzhuo was so angry that his face was green and white, and finally he snorted coldly, picked up his sword head and walked out without looking back.

Chu Zhangyang glanced helplessly at Chu Hanyang who was sitting on the ground with no image, shook his head, and chased after Liao Hanzhuo in the direction he left.

No matter what, the other party is also a guest of Absolute Sword Valley, after all, they can't make the relationship too rigid.

"Second brother, when did you find such a powerful bodyguard!"

Chu Xiangyang leaned forward carelessly, opened his eyes and looked at Qing Ming carefully several times.

Chu Hanyang suppressed his smile slightly, and said lightly, "He found it by himself. He can't even drive him away."

Chu Xiangyang still wanted to ask something, but seeing Chu Hanyang's indifferent appearance, he obviously didn't want to talk to him, and felt a little apprehensive, so he could only slap his mouth and leave reluctantly.

Before leaving, he turned his head and saw the taciturn guard hugging Chu Hanyang from the ground, his eyes moved, and the expression on his face was somewhat surprised and complicated.

Chu Hanyang didn't expect that he would be blind, even so he didn't pay much attention to it, but when it was time to eat, he felt the inconvenience of losing his sight.

Holding the chopsticks, feeling the darkness in front of him, he couldn't help frowning.

He stretched out one hand, pressed it tightly against the table, and fumbled for his bowl carefully.

Before he touched it, he felt that someone had put a warm bowl in his hand, leading his hand holding the chopsticks to find the correct position of the dish.

Qingming looked at Chu Hanyang eating food silently with some distress, his eyes were hollow and dark, and his figure was thin, as if the person who just sat on the ground raised his head and sneered with arrogance was not him.

The Lord eats too little...

Chu Hanyang felt that he was already full. He had just put down the bowl, and before he could say anything, he stretched out his hands to wipe his mouth, and then brought a warm spoon to his mouth.

He sniffled... um, matsutake pork ribs soup...

Originally, he wanted to tell that person not to feed him like a child, but Chu Hanyang smelled the soup, silently swallowed the words he was about to reprimand, and obediently let that hand feed him spoonful after spoonful. Gave myself a whole bowl of soup.

After finishing the soup, Chu Hanyang touched his slightly swollen belly with a sullen face, feeling a warmth all over his body, which made him feel a little drowsy again.

He opened his mouth, and before he could speak, he felt warm all over his body, as if he was being wrapped in a cloak.

Then I heard the man whispering in my ear: "Does the lord want this subordinate to take you to rest?"

Chu Hanyang felt a warm breath in his ears, stayed for a while, and nodded.

Why do you feel like you are being cared for?And how does this person know himself so well?

"The subordinates are getting better."

Chu Hanyang closed his eyes, and let the man hug him up. His body that had been feeling cold all these years suddenly fell into a warm embrace, and he couldn't help shrinking in.

Drowsiness hit, Chu Hanyang couldn't help but fell asleep drowsily, thinking in a trance, how many years has it been since he slept so peacefully?

It seems that since this person came to me, it is the second time that I have slept so soundly...

Qing Ming gently hugged Chu Hanyang in his arms, and walked steadily towards Chu Hanyang's bedroom, the warmth in his arms made him a little uneasy.

However, seeing that person's quiet and delicate sleeping face, but with a faint blue color under his eyes, Qing Ming frowned deeply.

My lord, it doesn't look like an old wound, it looks like I've been poisoned.

Chu Hanyang woke up after sleeping for more than an hour. He stared at the top of the bed, but he couldn't see anything except the darkness.

He knew that his current situation was terrible.The waking hours are getting less and less every day, and he has lost his eyesight. If someone really does something to him, then now is the best chance.

However, it was still a little bit worse.It’s still worse than there was none, but suddenly there is a little more.

"Qingming, go and do something for me." After a long silence, Chu Hanyang suddenly said.

There was no one in the empty room, but after he finished speaking, a ghostly figure knelt down in front of Chu Hanyang's bed.

"Go to Uncle Sun's hometown and find out if he has a son named Sun He."

There was no answer, Chu Hanyang only heard someone kowtow before the bed, and then quietly left the room.

He didn't get up, and after a while, he touched a dark compartment next to the bed, which contained a white porcelain bottle.

He took the white porcelain bottle and rubbed it lightly with his fingers a few times, the cold touch reminded him of that night a year ago again.

Sun He, his only friend since he was a child, a person he really trusted, poisoned himself in his tea for seven years.

Chu Hanyang still couldn't forget the torrential rain that night, and he watched Sun He coming with his sword in hand, with such venomous eyes.

At that time, my whole body was extremely cold and numb, and I couldn't stop feeling intense sleepiness in my mind.

He wanted to force himself to stay awake, but the poison called "drunken life, dream and death" made him uncontrollably unconscious and lost all ability to resist.

The feeling of being powerless and waiting for death is unforgettable in his heart.

What he still couldn't figure out was why Sun He, who grew up with him, treated him like this.

Where did a ten-year-old child get the precious medicine "Drunkenness, Dreams and Death"?

That day, he thought he would never wake up again, but when he opened his eyes, he saw Sun He lying in a pool of blood on the ground.

So who killed Sun He and let him go?

Chu Hanyang opened his dull eyes, his face was icy cold, he touched the white porcelain bottle, and finally put it back into the dark compartment.

In Absolute Knife Valley, there is a ghost that has been watching him for more than ten years, and it is estimated that he will do it tonight. This time, he must see clearly who this ghost is.

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