Jinghong knife

Since Chu Xiangyang's death, Chu Hanyang has really lived a peaceful life.

Although the gossip in the Jianghu has not disappeared, but it has decreased a lot. Even if there are some unpleasant words, they are honestly held back in their stomachs. However, for some reason, there are still some obscene words circulating among the crowd. The people who passed it on were all small characters of various religions and top grades, and even the people from the Sparrow Hall couldn't find out one by one.

Regarding this, Chu Hanyang just raised his eyebrows, didn't say a word, and didn't take it to heart. He knew that he chose a man, which would inevitably cause criticism from many people, but he didn't care what other people thought. Yang doesn't live for others, and there is no need to make himself wronged or his own people wronged because of those irrelevant people.

This point, Chu Hanyang thought very thoroughly, he is not a saint, he is not a gentleman, and he does not need to follow their etiquette and morality.So from the very beginning, he never thought of hiding this matter.

It's just that he didn't know that, at some point, the rumors outside had become more and more unbearable, and the people below did not dare to report it. By the time Chu Hanyang heard about this incident, the insults against him were already raging in the Jianghu.

Before he knew it, it was the season of warm spring and flowers blooming. Chu Hanyang dressed in a moon-white gown, leaned on a chair and looked out of the window quietly, with a small knife with a thin blade in his finger and unconsciously whirling around, the blade was flying rapidly His white fingertips danced to bring out a cold light and shadow, but it didn't hurt his fingers at all.

The sunlight falling on him through the window was extremely warm. Chu Hanyang narrowed his eyes, hiding the look in his eyes, and said softly to the dark place, "Go, make sure to get things done."

There was a soft noise in the dark of the room, and when he opened his eyes again, there was no one there.

Qing Ming walked in with a kettle filled with hot water and some pastries. He thought Chu Hanyang had fallen asleep leaning on the chair, but he didn't expect Chu Hanyang to stand up suddenly from the chair and look at him with piercing eyes.

"Ah Qing, it's too boring in the valley, why don't you go out for a walk with me?"

Qing Ming was startled, and nodded without asking anything.

The two came out casually, and Qing Ming thought that Chu Hanyang was just wandering around, so he didn't bring too many things with him, only some silver taels.

However, when they walked further and further away, Qing Ming realized that something was wrong, but seeing that Chu Hanyang seemed to be in a good mood, he thought about the affairs in the valley in his heart, nothing was particularly important, so he was not in a hurry Urge.

"Master, where are we going?"

Qing Ming asked with some doubts, why did the road chosen by the Lord become more and more remote, and why did he have no impression of this road at all?

"Xiao Fox plotted against me. I haven't settled with him yet. I heard that he recently appeared in Tongjing. It just so happened that you and I went there to relax." Chu Hanyang curled his lips and rode on the horse casually, not In a hurry.

Tongjing?

Qing Ming was stunned, the place was not close to them, it took about half a month to get there, it seemed to be near the Valley of Corpse Demons.

But with his and Chu Hanyang's martial arts, there was nothing to worry about.

"My lord, although it's spring now, but the night is still cold, I'd better find a farmhouse to stay at night."

Chu Hanyang nodded casually. It would be best if he could find a place to live. If he couldn't find it, he didn't mind sleeping outside.

Qing Ming doesn't really mind, as a killer, sleeping outside is common.He also knew that Chu Hanyang was used to walking in the rivers and lakes in the early years, and he didn't have those delicate habits, but seeing Chu Hanyang getting rosy every day, and his complexion was many times better than before, he couldn't bear to let him go. Chu Hanyang felt a little wronged.

The two rode on horses and walked all the way. They were not in a hurry, but they did not delay on purpose. Finally, when the sky darkened, they found a village and settled down temporarily.

With her luggage on her back, Qing Ming knocked on the door of the family.

Qing Ming knocked on the door, but there was no sound, so he knocked twice more, when an old voice sounded from inside the room.

"Wait a moment."

After a while, the wooden door was slowly opened from the inside, revealing a pair of cloudy eyes.

"you are?"

The old man seems to be quite old, and some people can't see clearly.

"Old man, my son and I are passing by, can you stay overnight? This is Sichuan's capital." Qing Ming said, and then handed over some broken silver.

The old man glanced at him, then looked back, and saw a very delicate and handsome young man standing behind, slightly pursing his lips, slightly raised his phoenix eyes, and nodded slightly when he saw him looking over.

"The two gentlemen are not like ordinary people. This old place is dilapidated. If you don't dislike it, you can live here. They are from the mountains, and you don't need money. You can take it back."

The old man nodded, and opened the door. Qingming clasped his fists and said thank you. He just wanted to pull Chu Hanyang in, but he didn't know what he thought of.

Chu Hanyang raised his eyebrows, grasped his hand, saw that he was looking at him slightly in surprise, and only snorted slightly before entering the room.

The old man led them to the side room, "The house is not small, but now I am the only one left, so you can live in this room. I still have a clean set of bed quilts, and I will send them to you later. "

Qingming's left hand was held by Chu Hanyang. He glanced at the old man and found that the old man didn't seem to care, so he softly thanked him again.

"I don't know what the old man's name is?"

"This is Mengjia Village. Everyone in the village calls me Lao Mengtou. I can't even remember my name clearly. I don't have much to eat here, only some rice noodles are left. There are some ingredients in the kitchen, but I don't know much about it. Come on, if you can do it, please do it yourself."

"Thank you, Uncle Meng."

Uncle Meng waved his hand and walked out slowly step by step. After a while, he walked in again with a roll of quilts.

"There is only one quilt left, so I will wrong you."

Qing Ming had just finished placing the things, and quickly thanked him. The old man was not a talkative person, so he handed him the candlestick and went back to his room.

Chu Hanyang didn't say a word after entering the room. Seeing Qingming bent over to spread the quilt quickly, he quietly stood up from the stool and threw himself on him. Qingming felt his back sink , was caught off guard and pressed on the kang. ,

"My lord?" Qing Ming was a little surprised, and was pinned down by him defenselessly. As soon as his legs moved, he was locked under him by Chu Hanyang.

"Why did you hold back just now?" Chu Hanyang licked the tip of his teeth, and gently ground them on Qingming's neck.

Qing Ming trembled slightly, lowered his eyes, "Master, you should keep a little distance from your subordinates outside, or you will have a bad reputation."

Chu Hanyang didn't care about the mess outside, but Qingming also heard about it, and thought that Chu Hanyang would pay more attention outside, but he didn't expect that Chu Hanyang became more and more unscrupulous.

"You care about other people's words?" Chu Hanyang paused, let go, and looked at him steadfastly.

Qingming sighed, turned over very skillfully, held Chu Hanyang under him, and kissed his face.

"The subordinates don't care, the subordinates are worried about the master."

Chu Hanyang smiled, his phoenix eyes sparkled, he put his arms around Qing Ming's neck, and pressed his cheek against Qing Ming's neck, rubbing it lightly.

"You don't care, what am I afraid of. Those irrelevant people don't care, don't take it to heart, you only need to have me in your heart, just coax me well."

Qingming couldn't help laughing when he heard his words, he looked down at Chu Hanyang with a warm smile in his eyes, and his voice fell into Chu Hanyang's ear with a deep voice.

"Then how does the master want his subordinates to coax him?"

Chu Hanyang couldn't bear his appearance the most, his heart jumped twice, his throat felt a little dry, he coughed, took off his shoes and climbed onto the kang, and kicked him.

"Go and see what's in the kitchen, I'm hungry."

Qing Ming saw that his master's white jade-like face was glowing with thin red, but he still forcibly put on a calm look. He didn't like it very much in his heart, and he also knew that Chu Hanyang was pampering himself very much now, so he simply hugged him firmly, deep in his heart. He kissed deeply, and after a long time, he let go of him contentedly and walked towards the kitchen.

Chu Hanyang fell on the dry and warm mattress, his breathing was a little unstable, his face was faintly hot, he curled his lips towards the kitchen, and snorted softly, but the corners of his mouth were always upturned.

Chu Hanyang waited and waited in the room, lying on the kang at first, then sat up and waited, but after waiting for a long time, Qingming did not come back, and finally couldn't help putting on his shoes again, and walked to the kitchen frowning.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, he almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

I saw Qing Ming, covered in flour, trying hard to roll out a piece of dough, but the shape was really horrible.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Qingming turned around, with some flour still on his handsome and tough face, staring at Chu Hanyang in a daze, suddenly Chu Hanyang couldn't hold back anymore, and burst out laughing.

He had forgotten that Qing Ming was good at everything, but his cooking skills were really hard to impress.

Seeing Chu Hanyang bent over laughing while hugging his belly, a trace of embarrassment flashed across Qing Ming's face. He couldn't cook the food. He thought that he could at least be able to make a bowl of noodles with his knife skills. Unexpectedly, before cutting the noodles, It's that hard!

Chu Hanyang couldn't stop laughing for a long time, and it's not his fault. No matter who saw the bewildered look of Juedaogu Qingming sweeping across the rivers and lakes, he couldn't help laughing. In the end, Qingming pursed his lips, Silent.

When Chu Hanyang had laughed enough, he pursed the corners of his lips tightly, and pushed Qing Ming away with one hand.

"Get out of the way, let me come! Watch it, and see how I use the Jinghong knife to make noodles!"

The author has something to say: With a knife, noodles appear