Jinghong knife

Chu Hanyang thought for a while, then handed Xie Luo a note with a lot of words written on it, Qing Ming glanced at it lightly, and didn't ask any further questions.

"You go down first."

After Chu Hanyang gave his orders, he waved his hands, and Xie Luo immediately bowed and left.

"I always feel a little weird that Chu Xiangyang's plan is not for me, but more like because I gave up a certain plan." Chu Hanyang said calmly with his eyes downcast.

Qingming froze for a moment, felt that he was sitting on her body and twisted indistinctly, and nodded in a muffled voice.

Indeed... a bit strange.

If it is said that Chu Xiangyang is really fighting for Jue Dao Valley, then he should show his strength at the best time. You must know that Chu Hentian doesn't like Chu Hanyang. Han Yang trains the third child.

But if it was said that Chu Xiangyang was only doing it for his second brother, then he didn't need to put so much trouble in installing so many people in Bi Yao Palace.

The strangest thing is that from Chu Xiangyang's last behavior, it can be seen that he loves his second brother crazily. However, he has hidden nothing for so many years, and no one has discovered his intention, let alone a trace of transgression. , in all fairness, Qing Ming felt that this was a bit strange.

For example, no matter how he disguises himself, when facing the Lord, he will still reveal a little bit of his inner thoughts. The impulse to get closer cannot be really hidden, unless there are some external reasons that make Chu Xiang Yang had no choice but to hide it well.

"Forget it, the more you think about this kind of thing, the more headache you get."

Chu Hanyang casually threw the piece of sheepskin aside, and leaned comfortably on Qing Ming's body, completely treating him as a human pillow.

Qing Ming hesitated for a moment, and quietly wrapped her arms around him from behind, holding him firmly in her arms.

Chu Hanyang was full, and was a little tired right now, he yawned and wanted to sleep with his eyes closed for a while.

Seeing his phoenix eyes drooping, Qingming's heart skipped a beat: The Lord went to bed so early, wouldn't it be impossible to fall asleep again at night?

Thinking of Chu Hanyang's insomnia tossing and turning in the middle of the night several times before, Qingming felt distressed and sighed secretly.

He moved his Adam's apple, shook Chu Hanyang, and coaxed softly, "Master? It's still early outside, do you want to go for a walk?"

"No, I'm a little sleepy. You are busy with your work. I'll lie down on the bed for a while."

Chu Hanyang grumbled, with his eyes half-opened and half-closed, he wanted to get up and walk towards the bed.

Qing Ming was taken aback, how could he dare to let him go to sleep, stretched out his hand to hold him, but didn't want Chu Hanyang to look sleepy, but his footsteps were crisp, Qing Ming's pull did not hold his hand, just He held his lower back embarrassingly.

Suddenly Chu Hanyang's waist trembled, his feet felt weak, and he was about to fall when he staggered. Qingming's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he quickly brought him back.

"What are you doing?" Chu Hanyang's sleepiness disappeared, his phoenix eyes slightly stared.

Qing Ming's strike was neither light nor heavy, it made his lower back go numb for a while.

Qing Ming was stunned again, he didn't want to do anything at first, but seeing Chu Hanyang's delicate face like a white jade carving, his phoenix eyes flying sideways, as if they were full of water, he felt a little itchy in his heart.

He pursed his lips, smiled, hugged Chu Hanyang back into his arms, and kissed his cheek.

"My lord, let's practice knives with my subordinates."

Qing Ming's voice was low, with a hint of coaxing.

Chu Hanyang's eyes lit up, Qing Ming's sword has gradually acquired its own style, calm and calm, sophisticated and sharp, and its martial arts are not the same as before, like a sharpened sword, although simple Wuhua, but the sword's momentum is as stable as Mount Tai, vigorous and vigorous, it has gradually escaped from the shadow of Jinghong Dao, and gradually formed its own style.

Qingming himself is becoming a real master step by step.

Chu Hanyang knew that Jinghong Dao was too sharp, lost its thickness, and was not invincible. He had a vague premonition that sooner or later, Qing Ming would surpass himself and become a master of the generation.

"Okay. Don't keep your hands." Chu Hanyang readily agreed, and he also benefited a lot from fighting against the master.

"Ah."

Qing Ming quietly breathed a sigh of relief, secretly thinking that the Lord had finally forgotten about sleeping.

It's not that he's overly concerned about it, but that Chu Hanyang's drowsiness has reached a terrifying level now, not entirely because of the legacy of drunkenness, but rather because of this reason, Chu Hanyang sleeps unscrupulously every day.

He threw the small things in the valley to the people below, and the big things to Qing Ming, and he was at leisure. He could sleep for seven hours for twelve hours a day, and eat for the remaining two hours. Take a bath and read books at all times, practice swords at one hour, and arrange the rest at will.

Even Qing Ming, after he finished handling the affairs in the valley, there were not many times when he could see Chu Hanyang sober.

Sometimes he wants to wake up Chu Hanyang, but every time he sees Chu Hanyang sleeping peacefully and soundly, he likes him tightly, and in the end he is reluctant to wake him up.

After coming and going, Qing Ming simply thought of various ways to coax Chu Hanyang to be more excited, so that he could sleep less and spend more time with him...

In the backyard, two figures kept dancing, against the backdrop of the moonlight, and occasionally a flash of knife light flashed, as if startled.

With loose hair, Chu Hanyang casually held a knife and practiced moves with Qing Ming, which seemed to be the same as a year ago, but now his eyes were more cautious and less careless.

After more than half an hour, the two gasped slightly at the same time and put away their weapons.

"Sure enough, I read you right. Over the past year, your progress has been astonishing. Now, you are on par with me." Chu Hanyang looked at Qing Ming with a smile, and his eyes were calm and gratified.

Qing Ming took a deep look at him and shook his head: "After a year of hard work, the subordinates can barely keep up with the rhythm of the master. If they really fight for their lives, the subordinates are still no match."

He is also the killer of Shalou, Qing Ming doesn't know what Chu Hanyang has experienced in the past to practice this skill of killing people, that kind of ruthlessness is not something he can learn in a short period of time.

On the surface, Chu Hanyang was no different from ordinary people, but once the blade was unsheathed, the bloodlust and ruthlessness were exposed.

Regarding Chu Hanyang's past, Qing Ming missed too much and didn't want to ask more questions. He just wanted to be better to the Lord, and even better, to make up for all the good things that Chu Hanyang missed.

Chu Hanyang smiled casually, "It's pretty good to be able to do what you're doing now, don't always think about me, I'd rather you never see the few times I fought to the death."

There are some things that cannot be understood without being on the verge of extinction, without facing a mortal situation.Even Chu Hanyang didn't want to mention some experiences.

A hint of distress flashed in Qing Ming's eyes, he opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

Chu Hanyang tossed the knife to him nonchalantly, and stretched his waist. Following his movements, his waist became thinner and more flexible, with two attractive arcs drawn by the belt.

"What kind of expression is that on your face? I have experienced those things that were not meant to make people feel distressed. Jinghong Dao has its pride, so naturally it has its temper."

"The subordinates know." Qing Ming's expression remained unchanged, he stared blankly at Chu Hanyang for a while, but suddenly stretched out his arms and hugged him around his waist.

"However, let the subordinates continue to hone in the future."

Chu Hanyang's heart warmed, he curled his lips, and leaned into his arms.

"Well. I'm tired, take me to take a bath."

"it is good."

Qingming carried Chu Hanyang in his arms and walked back, under the moonlight, the shadows of the two were stretched long, and finally overlapped.

Chu Hanyang lazily soaked in the bathtub, with his eyes closed, half asleep, half awake, the scene of Qing Ming's heartache just now flashed before his eyes, his heart was so soft that even he couldn't believe it.

After so many years, no one looked at him like this, and no one dared to look at him like this.

Jinghong Dao is used to look up and fear, not to feel distressed.

But Qing Ming's appearance made him feel surprisingly good, that man didn't have a frightening sword in his eyes, only him, Chu Hanyang.

When Chu Hanyang heard someone walking in gently, he didn't have to guess who it was. Although he was awake, he didn't want to open his eyes.

"Master, the water is cold, it's time to come out." Qing Ming called out in a low voice, but Chu Hanyang didn't respond at all.

Qingming frowned, stretched out his hand to touch the water, bent his body and wanted to hug Chu Hanyang out, but before he could use his arms, he felt a strong force coming from in front of him, directly dragging him into the water. In the spacious bathtub.

"My lord, my lord?" Qing Ming choked slightly, his eyes widened, and his face turned red.

"Ah Qing, what should you call me at this time?" Chu Hanyang raised one corner of his lips and pressed him against the side of the bucket, lightly licked his ear, and took a bite of it.

Qing Ming's eyes darkened, and he let him move obediently, and called Han Yang in a low voice, his ears turned red.

"Huh?" Chu Hanyang raised his eyebrows.

Qing Ming paused, shook his head helplessly, and continued to coax: "My lord, Shui Liang, let's go out first."

Chu Hanyang snorted, curled his lips, and he carried out the bucket, wrapped it in a big cloth towel, and dried himself, Qingming lowered his eyebrows and kept his eyes shut during the whole process without saying a word.

Chu Hanyang didn't care about him, and let him move. Finally, Qingming came over with a clean and soft underwear. Chu Hanyang twitched his eyes, but he stopped wearing it. He got under the quilt and stared at Qingming. watery.

Qing Ming paused, pursed her lower lip, put the underwear and underwear aside, and turned off the light with a wave of her hand.

"Owner······"

"Uh-huh?

"Your hair is still wet..."

"If you talk again, go to sleep in the study."

"This subordinate knows his mistake and went to sleep in the study room, but it is easy to catch cold when the hair is wet, let this subordinate first...well."

In the middle of the night, Chu Hanyang felt Qing Ming move, and asked vaguely, "What are you doing?"

"Subordinates go to the study..."

"... If you dare to get out of bed, then you don't have to come up again."

"...The subordinates dare not."

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