Jinghong knife

Qing Ming walked into the room with the food, and saw Chu Hanyang gently wiping a knife.

He also uses a knife, so it can be seen that the knife in Chu Hanyang's hand is extraordinary.

He thought it was the frightening Hong knife in the legend, but he didn't want Chu Hanyang to throw the knife back to him.

"Ah Qing, I remember that you seem to be using a short knife, this is for you."

Qing Ming took the knife and was taken aback for a moment, only to see two words "Zhaoying" engraved on the handle of the knife.

The cold light on the blade is clear, and the silhouette of the figure is clear. It is a rare sharp blade in the Jianghu.

"Thank you, Lord." Qing Ming touched those two words lovingly, his gaze became more gentle.

Jinghong Zhaoying, just like him and the master, are inseparable, he likes this knife.

Chu Hanyang waved his hands casually, and asked, "Where have we been, and how long will it take to reach Yaowang Valley?"

Qing Ming helped him to the dining table, and said in a low voice: "We have just arrived in Wancheng, and it will take six days to reach Yaowang Valley."

Chu Hanyang took the chopsticks and frowned, six days, too long.

If it weren't for his current poor health, according to the normal speed of riding a horse, he would be able to reach Yaowang Valley in three days. Although there is only a three-day gap in the middle, there may be many more variables.

"I don't need a carriage tomorrow, you and I will go on horseback." Chu Hanyang said in a low voice.

Qing Ming responded, and pulled his hand so that his chopsticks could land on the correct position. The two of them seemed to have a tacit understanding without saying anything, and Chu Hanyang also noticed that every meal Qing Ming arranged The food is also more and more in line with my own appetite.

He always felt that every time he ate a little more, this man seemed to be in a good mood.Moreover, Qing Ming seems to like to feed himself...

Chu Hanyang doesn't understand, Qingming's hobby...is a bit strange...

After Chu Hanyang finished his meal slowly, Qing Ming picked up the bowl and silently ate the rest of the meal.

He was still thinking in his heart that the Lord doesn't seem to like spicy food... Try another soup next time...

Chu Hanyang held a cup of hot water that Qingming poured for him in his hand, trying to sense the internal force in his body.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't mobilize the slightest bit.

He could feel that his inner strength was still there, but his body could no longer control it.

His meridians, muscles, and dantian are already in a state of deep sleep, and it won't be long before his brain will fall into this state, and then he won't be able to wake up completely.

It stands to reason that he should be extremely panicked and worried at this time, but these days Chu Hanyang eats, drinks, and sleeps well, and even feels that his waist is an inch and a half thicker, but he doesn't care too much.

He had just woken up, had a meal, and recovered a lot of energy. Although his internal energy was useless, he would not be paralyzed on the bed like a disabled person.

Having nothing else to do, Chu Hanyang asked Qing Ming for a knife, not Zhaoying, but Qing Ming's own knife, and made two casual gestures in the room.

However, I still felt a little unsatisfactory, so I turned my face and said, "Ah Qing, go out and practice two moves with me."

Qing Ming frowned, "My lord, you can't see now, and your body has just recovered a little bit of strength, let's wait..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Chu Hanyang raised his eyebrows and sneered, and simply pulled his hairband and covered his eyes.

"It seems that you really underestimated me.

Ah Qing, today I will show you that the Jinghong Dao will always be the Jinghong Dao. "

As soon as he finished speaking, Qing Ming saw a flash of cold light, and a gust of cold air pressed against his chest. He didn't even see how Chu Hanyang drew the knife, the blade had already rushed to his chest!

Relying on his instinct for danger for many years, he narrowly dodged Chu Hanyang's almost merciless stab, only to realize that a layer of cold sweat had broken out on his back.

The corners of Chu Hanyang's mouth were slightly raised, his black hair was scattered, his eyes were covered with a snow-white ribbon, he just casually flicked his wrist, and then there was the sound of blades cutting through the air.

"How? Do you still dare to despise me now?"

Chu Hanyang kicked the stool flying with one kick, pointed the blade obliquely at the ground, and smiled flamboyantly and recklessly.

Qing Ming looked deeply at Chu Hanyang, and the person in front of him seemed to coincide with the boy who saved him back then.

It's just that compared to the wanton arrogance of the past, Chu Hanyang now exudes a dangerous beauty, which is breathtaking.

He put away the worries in his eyes, his eyes darkened, he didn't use any internal force, but he didn't hold back at all, and attacked Chu Hanyang.

And Chu Hanyang also seemed to feel the change in his breath, twitched the corners of his mouth in satisfaction, and went up to his knife.

Both of them have no internal strength, it's completely a match between moves and experience, it seems that they are evenly matched, but the more Qing Ming fights, the more frightened he becomes.

He knew the condition of Chu Hanyang's body, but even so, this man almost completely suppressed himself with just a knife!

You know, he came out of Shalou, his moves are almost all killer moves, even so, his blade is still firmly suppressed by Chu Hanyang.

But Chu Hanyang couldn't see anything at this time!

Only now did Qing Ming realize how terrifying Chu Hanyang's sword would be at its peak.

"Snapped."

When Chu Hanyang waved his hand, Qing Ming felt a flash of cold light, a strong force came from the blade, and the shadow in his hand almost flew out because of it.

However, just as Chu Han wanted to raise his eyebrows, his face suddenly turned slightly pale, his forehead hair was wet with sweat, and he fell forward before he could stand still.

Qing Ming was startled, and hastily withdrew the knife to support him, sending internal energy into Chu Hanyang's body without reservation.My heart suddenly hung up.

Chu Hanyang took two big breaths and waited for a long time before waving his hand to indicate that he was fine.

"Sure enough, it's still a bit reluctant. I was reckless."

Chu Hanyang leaned against Qingming, and smiled helplessly.

Qing Ming helped him onto the bed, wiped the sweat from his forehead, poured him another glass of warm water, and watched him drink it.

"Master, you need to rest now."

Chu Hanyang let him take off the ribbon on his eyes, pursed his lips, finally sighed, nodded, didn't say anything, a little disconcerted.

Qing Ming helped him to lie down, covered the quilt carefully, and said softly: "The subordinates have never underestimated the master's strength. It's just that the subordinates are really worried about the master's body.

It's not too late to teach the subordinates after the master has cured the poison. "

Hearing this, Chu Hanyang's depressed mood immediately improved a lot. He felt that Qing Ming was lying down beside him, and he put his arms around the waist that felt so good to the touch, with a muffled voice.

"I will not bury you. I will make you the sharpest knife in my hand."

Qing Ming froze for a moment, then bent his eyes, a smile flashed in his eyes, Chu Hanyang couldn't see it, Qing Ming's eyes were full of tenderness at this time.

"Well, this subordinate trusts you."

Over the years, the subordinates have always believed in it.

Maybe it was because he was so tired, this time Chu Hanyang slept very deeply, for a long time, so long that he almost thought he couldn't wake up, and so long that Qing Ming hugged him and drove frantically for a day and a night.

Chu Hanyang still didn't wake up when Qing Minghong carried him into the Valley of the Medicine King with eyes wide open.

Yan Xishan, the owner of the Medicine King Valley, has been traveling for many years, and almost all the daily affairs in the valley have been handed over to Yan Ruoqing, the owner of the Shaogu Valley. However, the owner of the Shaogu Valley, who is also a peerless genius in medicine, has extremely poor martial arts.

If it wasn't for being rescued by Chu Hanyang that year, this sage doctor would have died at the hands of a gang of robbers.

Therefore, this Shaogu master has always been very grateful to Chu Hanyang, and he is the only one who dares to stand up to Chu Hanyang's blade and come to harass him every now and then.

After coming and going, he really became friends with Chu Hanyang, although it was only his unilateral idea.

As for the drunkenness on Chu Hanyang's body, Yan Ruoqing was not helpless, he also wanted to cure the poison a long time ago, but he didn't know why Chu Hanyang kept disagreeing.

He had just heard that a man who claimed to be from the Valley of Absolute Swords was madly trying to break into the Valley of Medicine Kings with a person in his arms, so he guessed that something was wrong with Chu Hanyang.

Yan Ruoqing was dressed in white, with a fan pinned to her waist like a dude, and walked to the entrance of Yaowang Valley without any haste.

I saw a man in Tsing Yi hugging a person, his face was stern and resolute, but his body was covered with dust, and he stood there with red eyes.

He glanced casually, and immediately recognized that it was Chu Hanyang who was sleeping in that man's arms.

Yan Ruoqing looked at Chu Hanyang's face, rolled her eyes, and the corners of her mouth twitched suddenly, with an idea in her heart.

"Although Jue Dao Valley dominates all corners of the world, my Medicine King Valley is not something you can just break into."

He said lazily, one hand flirtatiously hooked out the fan on his waist, and shook it casually.

"I beg Master Shaogu to save my young master." Qing Ming said in a hoarse voice.

"It's okay to save people, but I can't save them in vain."

Yan Ruoqing raised her eyebrows, and said with a smile, there was a bit of calculation in her pair of bright eyes, they were obviously twin star eyes, but they looked a bit like a fox for no reason.

"Whatever request does Master Shaogu have, as long as I can do it, I will definitely satisfy it."

"Oh?"

Yan Ruoqing blinked, saw the knife on his body, her eyes flickered, and she smiled maliciously.

"I see you look good, how about staying with me for one night?"

"Yes." Qing Ming replied very calmly without blinking his eyes.

"Are you sure you know what I mean?" Now it was Yan Ruoqing's turn to be surprised.

Qing Ming looked at him coldly, without any warmth in his eyes.

"You save him, I'm willing to do anything."

As long as the Savior can come, he can do whatever he wants.

But when the Lord recovers, he will drag those who humiliated him to hell together...

Yan Ruoqing raised her eyebrows, smiled meaningfully, frivolously wanted to use her fan to pick Qingming's face.

But before his fan touched Qing Ming, a white and thin hand suddenly grabbed the fan.

"Who gave you the courage to touch me?"

The author has something to say: Xiaoshou is about to start detoxification, and the next chapter will start sprinkling sugar