Jinghong knife

In the dilapidated wooden house in this extremely remote small village, Chu Hanyang flattened the round dough with his palm, and then the knife flashed, and with a flash of surprise, the round, flat dough was cut into pieces immediately. It became a well-proportioned noodle.

Qingming stared at Chu Hanyang's actions with dumbstruck eyes. He thought what he said just now was just a joke, but he didn't expect that he would actually use the Jinghong knife to cut noodles.

Chu Hanyang proudly raised his chin towards him. Even though he had never cooked, it couldn't be compared to his agility and superb swordsmanship.

Qing Ming looked at the dagger in his hand that had taken the lives of countless people. It was now covered with flour, and fell into silence. After a while, he laughed dumbfounded, and shook his head helplessly.

Chu Hanyang didn't think too much, he casually threw the vegetables and noodles into the pot, poured water, lit the fire, and all the actions were done in one go.

"Your Majesty, you have made food yourself before?" Qing Ming stared at him blankly, unable to believe that Chu Hanyang's lazy personality would make food by himself.

"No, talent."

Chu Hanyang raised his eyebrows and smiled, and sprinkled a handful of something like salt into the pot. Qingming fell into silence again, feeling a little complicated. He couldn't practice for so many years, and the master actually knew nothing by himself. It seems that I have one more thing to train when I go back.

After a long while, two bowls of hot noodles were placed on the table. The vegetables were fresh and green, and there was a golden poached egg on each of them. They looked really good.So Qingming also sent a bowl to old man Meng, and when he came back, he saw Chu Hanyang sitting at the table with a smile, waiting for him.

Qingming's heart warmed, he raised his chopsticks, and gently put a mouthful of noodles into his mouth, but just after taking a bite, his hand suddenly stopped in the air.

"What's wrong?" Chu Hanyang glanced at him in surprise. The appearance of the noodles seemed to be fine. He also tried to put a bite into his mouth, and his expression became subtle.

Sweet······

Why is this noodle so sweet?

Qing Ming was silent for a while, at first she still pursed her lips and smiled, then the corners of her mouth became more and more upturned, and finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Chu Hanyang fell silent, looking at the two bowls of noodles with some frustration.

It would be too embarrassing for the dignified Jue Dao Valley Master to be unable to distinguish between sugar and salt.

"I'll make two bowls again."

Chu Hanyang pouted, a little annoyed, and wanted to destroy the two bowls of noodles, but Qing Ming smiled, holding the bowl firmly in his hands.

"The master's cooking is much better than the subordinate's first cooking, um, the sweet ones are also quite delicious." Qing Ming smiled, and ate the noodles one bite at a time.

Chu Hanyang froze for a moment, then silently took his own bowl of noodles into his mouth.

"Hmph, this is the first time for me, and it won't be like this next time."

"Yes, this subordinate believes in the master." Qing Ming pinched his leg severely, trying to hold back a smile.

"Don't spread the news today!"

"Well, good. Pooh..."

Chu Hanyang raised his head angrily, staring at Qingming: "Did you laugh again just now? The kind of things you make yourself are as good as me!"

Qing Ming pressed the corners of his lips, and coughed softly, "Well, the subordinate's talent is indeed not as good as that of the master. The master just failed for the first time, so it's not a problem. It's not a problem."

Chu Hanyang's throat was suffocated, and he was suddenly depressed. What kind of talent, this person is just making fun of himself with what he said just now!

Qing Ming never did this before!The courage is really getting bigger and bigger!

Chu Hanyang snorted softly, but didn't answer his words, and went back to the room sullenly.

Qingming also knew that he was just secretly annoyed for a while, not really angry, after quickly clearing the table, he went back to the room and coaxed him softly, which made Chu Hanyang smile again.

At night, Chu Hanyang skillfully hugged Qingming's waist and closed his eyes. He noticed Qingming's changes during dinner today. In fact, he was not angry, but happy in his heart. It was indeed the man he liked. If you make a promise, you will really guard the relationship between the two with all your heart.

Chu Hanyang knew that it would be fine if he didn't agree with Qingming, the two of them were master and servant, even if they were close, Qingming would not exceed the rules, but if he promised him, then Qingming would not be like this again. Being so cautious and step-by-step before will only gradually chill my heart.

Feelings are to be guarded, not blindly and carefully enshrined.

He can bravely go to himself, so, very good, no, very good.

Satisfied, Chu Hanyang rubbed against Qing Ming's body, and fell asleep comfortably, but he didn't see that Qing Ming quietly opened his eyes after he fell asleep, with gentle eyes.

His lord, how could he not understand.

Qingming is calm and careful, and thinks about things thoroughly, but he understands Chu Hanyang, since the Lord has agreed, he doesn't want to remain where he is.

From the day he admitted that he fell in love with the Lord, he has been reckless. Since the Lord is not afraid of the words of the people in the world, he will not back down even more.

The Lord's heart was given to me, and I had to protect it even if I spared everything.

Qing Ming kissed Chu Hanyang's forehead, and hugged him in his arms contentedly, pinching him between his legs, before falling into a deep sleep.

It was just getting bright on the second day, and the two got up to pack their luggage and were about to leave. Qing Ming packed everything up and turned around, only to see Chu Hanyang sitting on the edge of the kang, his clothes were not neat and loose, just in front of him. When he was packing up, he couldn't help closing his eyes because he got up too early, and lowered his head little by little.

Qingming didn't know how many times he had laughed out loud, but seeing Chu Hanyang's bleary-eyed and sleepy face still felt a little distressed, he walked over and said softly: "The time is not rushed, or the Lord will sleep again for a while?"

Because Chu Hanyang didn't wake up, he was stunned for a while when he heard his words, and then slowly shook his head after a while.

"Let's go, it's time for the dead fox to run away."

After speaking, he stood up and walked out, but because he was half asleep and half awake, he staggered and almost hit his head on the door. Qing Ming sighed, and directly hugged Chu Hanyang who almost hit the door frame , and Chu Hanyang moved a bit, and simply nestled in his arms and continued to sleep.

Qingming wanted to bid farewell to old man Meng with something on his back and someone in his arms, but found that old man Meng was already sitting at the door.Seeing that he was hugging Chu Hanyang, and the two of them were in an ambiguous posture, they just glanced lightly and didn't care.

"Old man Meng, thank you for staying overnight. My son and I are leaving today." Qing Ming nodded towards him because it was inconvenient to salute to the things behind him and the person in his arms.

"Well, the two of you are very generous, so the old man won't stay any longer." Old Uncle Meng sat at the door and said flatly.

Qingming nodded again, turned around, hugged Chu Hanyang, turned over and landed lightly on the horse's back, but before the horse could take a few steps, an old voice came from behind him.

"Two men, it's against the way of heaven. If you don't let him go today, aren't you afraid you will regret it later?"

Qing Ming stopped abruptly, and when he turned around, he saw old man Meng's eyes were cloudy and his figure was bleak, but there was a bit of obsession and unwillingness hidden in his eyes.

"No." Qing Ming replied without any hesitation, his eyes were full of seriousness.

"If I let go, I will never forgive myself."

Uncle Meng shook his body, then lowered his head, then sighed, his figure seemed to be even more stooped: "It's not easy for two people to be together, don't worry too much, it's best if you can walk together."

Qing Ming took a deep look at him, thanked him, then lightly whipped his horsewhip, and his figure gradually disappeared into the village.

Uncle Meng sat at the door for a long time, and then slowly returned to his room, only to see that there was nothing in the room, except for a token enshrined with four words engraved on it: deceased husband Ren Chong.

"A Chong, I regret..."

Old Uncle Meng stroked the token with his rough palm, tearing up, and muttering to himself, holding the token tightly in his arms, but he could no longer find the warmth of that person.

At that time, he thought that he would not regret it if he let go, but he was wrong.Only by letting go will you regret it.

"This old man is not bad, and there are only a few years left. When we go back, we will send someone to take care of him." Chu Hanyang nestled in Qing Ming's arms. He closed his eyes and seemed to be in a deep sleep, but suddenly said.

Qing Ming froze for a moment, nodded and agreed, "Okay."

Chu Hanyang curled his lips, and continued to rest in his arms with his eyes closed.

The two of them used to be alone and on a horse, but because Chu Hanyang got up too early in the morning, he always leaned on Qing Ming and refused to get up. And the other horse was tied to his own horse with a rope by him, and the speed along the way was not slow, but not fast.

Not long after, the two of them walked into a dense forest below a valley. Just after entering the dense forest, Chu Hanyang and Qing Ming frowned almost at the same time.

"The smell of blood."

Chu Hanyang suddenly opened his eyes, jumped out of Qingming's arms, stood firmly on the ground, glanced around, and said in a low voice.

Qing Ming got off the horse at the same time, and there was a trace of caution and vigilance in his eyes.

Such a strong bloody smell cannot be caused by the death of one or two people, so he and Chu Hanyang had to be more vigilant.

The two led the horse and walked carefully in the forest. They didn't find anything unusual along the way, but the smell of blood became stronger and stronger. The two of them were originally killers and were very sensitive to blood. At this time, they were almost at the same time. Improved defense.

After a while, when they gradually entered the depths of the forest, they finally saw the source of the bloody smell. Even though they were already familiar with the killing, their brows and eyes sank instantly when they saw that scene

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