[Sword III] Seeking Wings

As if to cover up, or shake off this unpleasant intuition, Tang Xiaoyi suddenly waved his hand and slapped the frame, changing back to the most normal reaction on weekdays, and raised his hair sensitively and irritablely, "...Oh! Then There are also hypocrites in your Haoqi League, how many innocent good people are forced into the valley of the wicked every year, and my large handful of rainstorm pear blossom needles are not enough-you also give them shelter and help them?!"

Chi Xiao examined her expression, and before she could answer, Modin was woken up by her first.

"...Don't, don't, don't hit! Please, Lady Tang! The Taoist priest is seriously injured...!" He threw away the blanket in a hurry and stood up. Get in between the two.

Modin fell asleep just now, but he didn't hear what they were saying clearly. It's just that he has developed a conditioned reflex after traveling together for a few days. When he heard Tang Xiaoyi speak in this tone, he had an intuition that the next moment must be to hit him with his hands. As a result, the person suddenly jumped up abruptly from the sleeping state.

"...Um. Little brother, don't be afraid, I didn't hit him." Unexpectedly, his image was so bad, or that he was so successful in pretending to be an enemy with Chi Xiao, Tang Xiaoyi twitched his eyebrows, stretched out his hand to pat Mo Ding's head, "The two of us are just having a good time with each other, from poetry to philosophy of life, you can rest assured to sleep."

"...Oh, don't be impulsive." Modin stared at Tang Xiaoyi's sincere eyes, looked again and again, and finally retracted the blanket again, "Yinshi, remember to call me up for the night shift."

Being interrupted by Modin like this, Tang Xiaoyi really didn't want to continue this topic. After all, she chatted with Chi Xiao to help him relieve his pain, not to argue with him.

——Or, she also felt that the more she chatted, the more boring she became.

I even feel a little bitter and tired in my heart. Why do they who used to be very like-minded and have a tacit understanding without words, now have so many different reasons to break.

——Still breaking and probing, true and false, talking with ducks in secret.

"...All right, all right, Daoist, let's not argue, let's not talk about camp." She sighed, drank the wine glass in one gulp, and glanced at Chi Xiao's hand, which was still pressed tightly against her chest, with obvious white knuckles, " If you still can't sleep, why don't you talk to me about that little celebrity Zixia in your master's sect?"

"...Do you know Zixia?"

"Yeah, he's very famous. My juniors and younger sisters admire him. In the battle of Taiyuan half a year ago, it was thanks to him and my fellow disciples going deep into the enemy's camp and destroying the enemy's main camp in one fell swoop. The army suffered a lot of losses and established the victory. In our generation, there are not many people who can do this kind of thing."

As Tang Xiaoyi said, he refilled the wine glasses for the two of them, "I saw him when I came home for the Chinese New Year. He was in Tangjiabao, and I was researching new types of gunpowder for officers and soldiers with Junior Sister Yang. It is said that he is a master at playing with fire. That kind of height? Little cool brother looks like ice and snow, I really can't see that he has such a good relationship with fire."

"Yes. Xiabao is the number one gunpowder artist, and now, probably also the number one in Chunyang."

"No wonder he looks like a master with an old god." Tang Xiaoyi nodded, and continued to gossip, "So - I can't figure it out, why everyone calls him Baobao?"

"...His temperament, if you are familiar with him, you will definitely be able to learn from him." Chi Xiao replied after a while.

He drank two glasses of wine, raised his eyes and looked into the distance, "However, he has grown up now... really... he suddenly grew up, and he did... such a big thing..."

"It's my elder brother... I'm seven years older than him, and I've been in Haoqi League for three years, but I just... don't know what I'm doing...! I... I'm such a jerk..."

Probably a little drunk, his eyes gradually blurred, and suddenly he sighed with genuine emotion.

However, Tang Xiaoyi was also drunk, so he didn't listen carefully to what he had to say, but directly touched him with the wine glass, and while drinking, he said in a vague voice:

"Yes! Baby Zixia has done a great job!

——The family is in love!Do we have it? ! "

"Look, that kid has just turned eighteen, how old is he?" She took a sip of her wine, "—and chased after our Tangjiabao's most pure and lovely little angel Xiaoyu sister! When I went back for the New Year, I bumped into that The two little bastards are showing affection... I really want to fry them into Wendaopo's oranges and pour them all in pepper water!

Tang Xiaoyi grabbed Chi Xiao's hand and continued to forcibly clink glasses with him, muttering while drinking, "Hey... Daoist, let me tell you, those older than me in our stronghold are at least soy sauced! Those younger than me , either married, or on the way to get married. It’s just me, an old bachelor, and every year on Qixi Festival, the mecha will accompany me to do tasks..."

The more she talked, the more excited she became, and suddenly she grabbed his shoulder and patted hard, "Master Dao, you said that we are both very old, and we have never even talked about a relationship. We don't know what we are doing for so many years, what a fool!" , what a jerk..."

……

... What is this and what is it.

Chi Xiao raised his eyebrows with some dark lines, just about to push Tang Xiaoyi's claws away.

She suddenly opened her arms.

directly hugged him.

"Master Dao, you are a person... now you have a lot of shortcomings, you are not cute."

The 24-year-old wicked woman hugged his waist tightly, resting her chin on his shoulder, whispering softly like a dream:

"But I... I still like you so, so much."

……

"Then—the Taoist priest, why don't we just fall in love? If you don't say anything, you agree! Come—I made an appointment with you!"

Tang Xiaoyi groped for Chi Xiao's little finger with her eyes closed, hooked it lightly, and continued to murmur incoherently, "Haha, there are two old bachelors missing in this world! You, a cultivator, have accumulated a lot of merit this time." ...!"

She was probably so drunk that she was about to fall asleep. When she spoke the last few words, her head hung down beside his cheek, and her voice was so weak that only breath remained.

The woman's warm breath brushed against his ears softly, like catkins drifting by in early spring.

...It is also like the quietest, but also the sweetest kiss.

Of course she didn't kiss him.

Therefore, almost with anger, Chi Xiao pinched his own fingers fiercely, and couldn't help but silently recite the Taoist scriptures, blaming himself for why he had such absurd associations.

"...Miss Tang, you are drunk." He grabbed her arm and tried to push her away.

Tang Xiaoyi still hugged him and did not let go.He couldn't push her, but this posture seemed to be responding.

Chi Xiao let go abruptly.

"Hmm... Who said that? I'm not drunk!... Hey, why is the cup running?" Tang Xiaoyi was startled awake by his movement, half-opened his eyes and wanted to get the wine again, but because of the double image in front of him, he groped for a long time before getting it. Get it, "—Come on, Qingyuanyuan, let's continue drinking!"

"Don't drink. I'm not your love...it can't be."

Chi Xiao was silent for a moment, lowered his eyes and stopped looking into her eyes, "I have practiced the way of forgetting love -- transcending selfishness, and only retaining great love."

"Do you know that in ten days' time, I will go to Ziyuan Mountain to make an appointment and say goodbye to the last person I care about. From now on... I will end all karma and do my best for the common people." He raised his hand, blocking Tang Xiaoyi's attempt to stretch To the wine glass in front of him, "I won't drink, put it down."

The drunk Tang Xiaoyi complied subconsciously.However, her hands are fluttering now, and she is about to drop the cup.

Chi Xiao went to pick it up immediately.

There was still a lot of wine in the cup, but with his current strength, he couldn't hold it.

It was Tang Xiaoyi who snatched it out of his hand and narrowly escaped breaking it.

"Oh, you... mess around."

She didn't seem to be listening to what he was saying at all, she just stared at the wine in her hand wholeheartedly, raised it to her mouth, and drank it down.

"Look, you have to pick it up... hiccup before you can... hiccup, put it down."

The empty cup was very light, and she threw it out casually. After a crisp impact, it stood firmly in the center of the frame.

Chi Xiao was stunned for a moment.

After a long time, when he finally looked back at Tang Xiaoyi, she was already fast asleep leaning on the frame.

Chi Xiao took the blanket and covered her, turned around and went back to open his backpack, watching the blue light of the blade fragments inside, dotted with stars.

He didn't blink for a long time.

Then suddenly coughed again.

***

When Modin was awakened by the sound, he saw Chi Xiao leaning weakly on the edge of the frame, and the handkerchief covering his lips was soaked in layers of blood.Blood spilled along the edge of the cloth, winding down his pale wrist, and streaking across the glaring crimson.

"—Oh my God! Daoist, please hold on! I'll wake up Lady Tang to see you!" Modin was so panicked that he even forgot to lift the blanket, and jumped up with two feet, three steps at a time. Run past.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. Don't call her." Chi Xiao clicked the acupoints to stop the bleeding, stood up from the frame, and stretched out his hand to Modin, "I'm sorry that I accidentally injured you and broke your body. Come on, hat, I'll sew it for you."

"Are you...really okay...? It's better to rest and rest. I sew the hat myself. It's okay." Modin looked at his standing posture that didn't seem to be shaking obviously, and still waved his hands again and again, "Yin time is coming soon, I That's where the night watch begins."

Chi Xiao nodded when he heard the words, and stepped aside to make room for him on the frame.

Modine sat beside him.

Then hold your knees to look at the sky for a while, look at the ground for a while, pick up the needle and thread for a while to sew a hat, but your hands are shaking or your eyes are crooked, and you can't go through the needle's eye anyway.Realizing that Chi Xiao was looking over, his fingertips trembled even more, and the sewing needle almost fell to the ground.

——Even though he is intellectually full of admiration and trust for this kind and powerful teammate, Modin is still afraid of him until now, to the point where he doesn't know how to get along alone.

"That... Daoist, can you sleep for a while?" Modin glanced at Chi Xiao's brows that were still deeply frowned because of the pain, and said weakly, "...or just close your eyes?"

"I don't sleep." Chi Xiao stared down at the blade in the backpack.

Perhaps it was because of the light from those sword blades, from Modin's point of view, Chi Xiao's eyes at this time were indeed exceptionally bright.

But not from the inside out.

It is a very strange kind, like the abnormally bright spots reflected by strong light on some kind of inorganic transparent object.

Instinctively, Modin quickly lowered his head and stopped looking.

But he caught a glimpse of Chi Xiao reaching out to him.

The author has something to say: 1. This article is connected to the timeline of another Jiansan article in my column. Zixia is the hero in that article, but the plot of this article has nothing to do with that article. If you haven’t read it, it won’t affect your reading

Of course, you are welcome to watch the article.

2. Fried orange refers to the true orange heart fireworks in the game, a kind of props for love and love