knife cut mountains and rivers

Fu Cheng sat by the bed, watching Zhou Xuanyi fall into a deep sleep.Fu Cheng didn't lie beside him and continued to sleep.The last time he and Zhou Xuanyi had to squeeze into the same bed, Zhou Xuanyi was no different from a dead person, and that time Fucheng kept a distance of one foot from him from beginning to end.

Fucheng didn't feel any sleepiness either, he just sat on the edge of the bed and simply watched, he sort of figured out Zhou Xuanyi's temper, he would suddenly run away suddenly.The key is Zhou Xuanyi's completely instinctive reaction, you can't blame him afterwards.

However, Fucheng had to admit that after the fight between the two yesterday, there was indeed no barrier between them.

Fucheng treated Song Xiaochuan's wounds. There were two wounds on his body, one sword pierced his left shoulder, and the other cut a foot-long gash across his chest.The wounds looked scary, but as Jin Ling said, they were all skin wounds, not bones.Luckily, Zhou Xuanyi had a good idea of ​​what to do, if something serious happened to Song Xiaochuan, it would really not end well.

Fucheng thought again, Zhou Xuanyi's fierce fighting style yesterday, even Fucheng could barely parry, if Zhou Xuanyi really wanted to kill someone, how could that Song Xiaochuan, who doesn't know martial arts, really have such a great ability to dodge it?

Song Xiaochuan is the first friend Fucheng met in Bailu City, and it has been three years. If Song Xiaochuan really wants to harm himself, he obviously has countless opportunities to succeed.

What if he wanted to harm Zhou Xuanyi?It's also unreasonable, Song Xiaochuan obviously has no interest in Zhou Xuanyi's business, and was forced to participate from the beginning to the end.

Fucheng thought about many things, and began to break his own principles and doubt his friends, but from the beginning to the end, he never felt that Zhou Xuanyi who was lying on the bed had any suspicions.He subconsciously put Zhou Xuanyi into his circle, and decided that Zhou Xuanyi could not harm him.

At dawn, before the rooster crowed, Zhou Xuanyi woke up.

As Fu Cheng expected, the first thing Zhou Xuanyi did when he woke up was to subconsciously touch the weapons around him for self-defense.But as soon as he started, he found that his right hand was three times swollen, and he couldn't even lift it.Not only that, but his whole body was sore, he couldn't help but snorted.

Fucheng leaned against the bed, half asleep and half awake, and was woken up by Zhou Xuanyi's sound, and said, "Are you awake?"

Zhou Xuanyi pretended to be bewildered, and asked, "What's wrong with my hand?" Zhou Xuanyi woke up early, or he didn't sleep much at all yesterday, he could feel Fu Cheng's inquiring gaze sitting on the bedside , He was most afraid that Fucheng would doubt the whole matter, there were too many doubts and too many loopholes, and he couldn't bear to think about it.

Fucheng also showed embarrassment, he coughed lightly in embarrassment, and said: "You want to kill Song Xiaochuan, I will."

"I want to kill Song Xiaochuan?" Zhou Xuanyi rubbed his left wrist, thinking that it was important to attack the city, and asked, "Why?"

"I don't know why I'm going." Fucheng took a bottle of medicine for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, and said, "Hand."

Zhou Xuanyi stretched out his hand obediently.Fu Cheng's hands were rough, and his movements were not gentle, but he rubbed them very seriously.Thick eyelashes cast a shadow under Fu Cheng's eyes. He must be of barbarian blood, his brows and eyes are too deep, as if cut by a knife.Against the background of the wheat-colored skin, the fire cloud pattern is particularly full of vitality.

Fucheng rubbed Zhou Xuanyi's wrist with moderate strength.After kneading for a long time, I was sure that my muscles and bones were all right before I felt relieved. For those who use swords, their hands are the treasures of housekeeping.

Fu Cheng asked: "Do you have the habit of sleepwalking?"

"Did you lose your memory?" Zhou Xuanyi moved his whole body, and then choked back the next sentence. When it comes to lying, Zhou Xuanyi did it flawlessly. Anyone who was alive could be said to be dead, let alone fooling someone. A small city of Fu.He knew when to use which tone, and sure enough, this sentence brought the distance between the two of them closer.

Fu Cheng clicked his tongue and said, "You haven't finished your mouth yet."

After Zhou Xuanyi got up, he sat by the bed for a long time, as if he was slowly recalling what happened yesterday, he thought for a while, and said slowly, "I'll go and see Song Xiaochuan."

"What are you going to do? Apologize?" Fucheng said while putting the medicine into the bottle box, "Now that he sees you, he can be scared to death, so you better stop embarrassing him."

Zhou Xuanyi fell silent, thinking that he was really sorry for Song Xiaochuan, but he didn't think of a better way for a while.Zhou Xuanyi invisibly planted a seed of suspicion for Song Xiaochuan in Fucheng. Only in this way, Fucheng would feel more at ease with Zhou Xuanyi under his nose.

Sure enough, Fu Cheng looked at him for a long time before saying: "You can live here from now on."

Zhou Xuanyi raised his head: "Huh?"

Fucheng slapped his lips, he doesn't like strangers living in the temple, but it doesn't seem appropriate to throw Zhou Xuanyi anywhere, after harming Song Xiaochuan, is he going to harm others?Fu Cheng continued, "I'll buy a bed when I go out later, so that next time you sleepwalk, I'll be there to take care of you."

Zhou Xuanyi snorted, he didn't seem to care much about this matter, it doesn't matter where he lives.Zhou Xuanyi lowered his head, his hair covered his specific expression, and in a place that Fucheng couldn't see, Zhou Xuanyi showed a triumphant smile.

What I want to do, I never miss.

Fucheng's attack was very serious. Zhou Xuanyi's hand subsided after half a day, but his knee still hurt. He was stabbed by Liu Qingqing the day before yesterday as if he was venting his anger, and he was beaten by Fucheng again yesterday. He didn't show mercy at all, now Zhou Xuanyi didn't need to pretend, he walked like a cripple naturally, no, it was more like a cripple than a cripple.

After Fucheng took good care of Zhou Xuanyi, he was going out to buy a bed. He was not used to sleeping with others, and Zhou Xuanyi seemed to want to live in a ruined temple. Buying a bed would be good for everyone.Fucheng originally wanted to go out by himself, but Zhou Xuanyi insisted on going together, saying that he wanted to go out and stretch his legs.

Said that he limped on crutches and went out with Fu Cheng. Fu Cheng felt that he was not patient enough before, and it was always annoying to walk with Zhou Xuanyi, a cripple. Being taken out of tune, the two walked at the same speed as the two old men.

When Fucheng was walking, he couldn't help but glance at Zhou Xuanyi. He looked at him for a while and said, "You're in a good mood."

Zhou Xuanyi suddenly put on a serious face when he heard the words, he didn't know whether it was a guilty conscience or something, and said, "No."

The words were still dry and emotionless, but Fucheng could tell from Zhou Xuanyi's face that he was in a good mood.The most common expression on Zhou Xuanyi's face was expressionless, other than that, it was either a sarcastic look ready to choke others to death anytime, anywhere, or a black face in debt.But when he was happy, his face was slightly different. The corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, his brows and eyes were slightly curved, and there was a smile at the corners of his eyes.

The two stopped in front of a shop, usually made to order, there were not many bed boards in the shop, but they all looked of good quality, the wood was smooth and carved with delicate reliefs.Things that everyone can make are not sold. '

Fucheng circled around the store, and the patterns carved on these beds were basically dragon and phoenix, and asked, "Why are they all marriage beds?"

The man said: "Ordinary people can do it, who will buy it in the store? Look at how well the mandarin ducks are carved, and look at the twigs that look like they are alive. Only my master can do it."

Fucheng slandered that even Lizhi wasn't alive in the first place.He casually asked, "What kind of wood do you like?"

Zhou Xuanyi frowned, completely not understanding what this sentence meant.

The clerk was very clever, and he could tell at a glance that Zhou Xuanyi was the one who could call the shots, and explained: "Now there are only ash, spruce and poplar left in the store, if you want golden nanmu and mahogany , but it has to be customized."

Zhou Xuanyi felt a headache when he heard the waiter pour out a bunch of incomprehensible names like beans, and said, "Whatever."

Fu Cheng had no objection to this, and said, "Then just take one."

The clerk smiled after hearing this, and immediately sold the most expensive carved bed in the store to Fucheng, slaughtered Fucheng for eight taels of silver, and personally delivered it to Fucheng to the ruined temple in Liuyin Lane.

Zhou Xuanyi said it casually, but when he was lying on the bed at night, he looked up and saw a huge dragon and phoenix, and when he turned his head, he saw a circle of mandarin ducks playing in the water. He felt that there were ducks walking in front of him, so he closed his eyes , The ducklings lined up and arched their heads.

Zhou Xuanyi tossed and turned on the bed, turned several times, got out of bed and walked to Fucheng's bedside, and said, "Come down."

Fucheng was still asleep, and a pair of eyes were exposed from under the quilt. After looking at Zhou Xuanyi for a while to make sure that he was not sleepwalking, he said, "What are you doing?"

Zhou Xuanyi: "Let's switch beds."

Fu Cheng: "Why?"

Zhou Xuanyi: "I'm not used to sleeping, I'll accept the bed."

Fucheng thought to himself that you have only been here for a few days in this ruined temple, and you can still sleep with him?Fucheng lifted the quilt and got out of bed, muttering: "If you don't sleep in the new bed, you must come to sleep on my coffin board."

When he really lay on the newly bought bed, he suddenly understood why Zhou Xuanyi was so irritable.The master carver probably used all his life's knowledge on this bed, as long as it is an auspicious object that means a hundred years of harmony, he will carve it on it.When Fucheng thought of Zhou Xuanyi's black face, he gloated a little.The corner of his mouth curled into a smile unconsciously, and soon fell asleep.

When Zhou Xuanyi switched to Fucheng's bed, he began to feel annoyed again.Of course there is nothing wrong with Fucheng's coffin boards, but the smell of Fucheng was everywhere on the pillow and quilt, and it rushed into Zhou Xuanyi's nose, as if Fucheng was chattering in his ears, and he closed his eyes. , the fire cloud patterns on Fucheng's forehead are all in his mind.This time Zhou Xuanyi didn't want the duckling anymore, and was upset by Fucheng again.

Zhou Xuanyi finally understood what it meant to shoot himself in the foot. Zhou Xuanyi sighed, sat by the bed, and looked at the sleeping Fucheng from a distance.

Zhou Xuanyi wanted to get a closer look, so he took two steps, and finally stopped at a place two meters away from the head of Fucheng's bed. Although Zhou Xuanyi wanted to take a step further, his reason told him that this is the safest distance .Based on Zhou Xuanyi's understanding of Fucheng, if he got too close, with Fucheng's keen intuition, he would definitely find out.

Zhou Xuanyi held his breath and remained motionless, staring at Fucheng in a daze.Fucheng's sleeping appearance was very different from usual, his face was full of peace, he didn't know if Fucheng would dream, and if he dreamed, what would he dream of?Will he be haunted by the haze of the past?

Fucheng hated others to lie to him the most, but Zhou Xuanyi had lied to him more than one thing, what would happen if he was found out?Will Fucheng really pull out Zhou Xuanyi's tongue as he said?Probably not, Fucheng is such a soft-hearted person, he can't do such a thing.

Zhou Xuanyi's time is running out. In the limited time, he just wants to get closer to Fucheng. Before long, he will leave the ruined temple in Liuyin Lane and return to his temple.

And Zhou Xuanyi would never have thought that his act of assassinating Song Xiaochuan out of selfishness would invisibly save Fucheng's life, or let Fucheng's fate come in advance.

At the same time, at Song Xiaochuan's house, which is separated by a wall from the ruined temple in Fucheng, life is not peaceful.

Song Xiaochuan was wrapped with gauze on his chest, he was sitting at the table, the warm red candle was beating, making his face extremely cold and hard.Song Xiaochuan said to the darkness: "I said, don't come to me."

There was no one in the darkness, only a thick black shadow cast by the furniture on the ground, the shadow was too dark and abnormally dark, and after a while, like alchemy, a small piece of human shadow flowed out from the shadow of the furniture. The voice was very low, it sounded like a man's voice, and said, "Are you exposed?"

Song Xiaochuan was a little annoyed, and said, "No."

Darkly said: "Why did he kill you?"

Song Xiaochuan was a little angry and said, "I don't know!"

Darkly said: "The Lord is very worried about you."

Song Xiaochuan raised his eyebrows and said, "Tell him, I'm safe."

The darkness was silent for a while, and said: "An envoy will come over tomorrow." After saying that, the whole person disappeared, completely hidden in the darkness.

Song Xiaochuan clenched his fists. He followed Fucheng for three years, and he played an extremely humble role for the whole three years. A timid and stuttering little scholar, he never made any mistakes, but this carefully maintained balance was overwhelmed by a People broke, Zhou Xuanyi.