Kenzo Mingshin

Chapter 4

Nie Mingxin didn't continue playing this cat-and-mouse game for long.

As for who is the cat and who is the mouse?In response to an old saying, Lu Yao knows the horsepower, and time sees the hearts of the people.

Mount Canaan is located in the extreme north of the land of Zhongzhou. It is a lonely mountain that rises exceptionally high. Looking up from the foot of the mountain, you can see a vast expanse of snow and fog covering the sky and covering the sky, dyeing what you see into a pure white color. .

It's so white...it makes people feel frightened.As if this distance, one step is between heaven and earth.

When Shen Qing approached the door, Nie Mingxin was walking around in his snow-covered thatched cottage.He hadn't been back here for many years, and he almost couldn't find his way home when he went up the mountain.But here it is cold and snowy all the year round, and there are few people. The interior decoration is still the same as when he left with the sword. There is still a teacup on the simple wooden table, covered with dust, and the tea is dry.

He pulled out 'Ming Xin' from the simple scabbard, and inserted the whole sword straight into the snow in front of the door.

After finishing all this, it seemed that something in Nie Ming's heart had finally come to fruition.It can be seen that half of the sword body of 'Ming Xin' was exposed to the snow, and he felt that something was wrong, so he squatted down and gathered the snow on the ground one by one to the sword body of 'Ming Xin'.

He was concentrating on it, but at some point in the snow in front of him, there was a human-like shadow, covering his head and face, including a man and a sword, in the shadow.

Shen Qing's voice came from the top of his head, resentful, but with some inexplicable grievances: "Master, your departure will make it easier for me to find..."

Nie Mingxin was concentrating, but when he heard this voice suddenly, his hands trembled, his fingers brushed past the blade of 'Mingxin', and instantly there was a red mark on the snow.

His 'bright heart' cuts iron like mud. Since he became famous, he has broken countless weapons and cut the throats of many people. This small injury is already very slight.

Nie Mingxin himself hadn't reacted much, he just frowned slightly in pain, then a hand crossed in front of him very quickly and forcefully, bowed and pulled his injured hand, Shen Qing lowered her head, stretched out The bright red tip of the tongue licked away the blood on it very lightly, following the original lines of the fingers, licked the rolled up flesh until submissive.

Itchy and painful.When the tip of the tongue swept across the fingers, it was still a little slippery and sticky, which made Nie Mingxin subconsciously bend his knuckles, trying to avoid the tip of the other party's tongue.

But the hand holding his wrist was like a heavy iron yoke, firmly holding his hand without any loosening.

During the back-and-forth struggle, there were already a few faint red marks on that white wrist.

——It's all because of this delicate and tender young body, who has to be checked and balanced everywhere.

Nie Ming stared at the young man in red for a while, then sighed: "Qingqing, let go."

Shen Qing didn't answer, he lowered his head, and didn't meet Nie Mingxin's gaze, and said softly: "Master can run like this, I managed to find this place, even the tracer moths have froze to death, I'm afraid Once you let go, you don't know where you are going."

A very aggrieved look.

He originally had an extremely prosperous appearance, with black and thick eyelashes drooping, and a red dress against the white snow, reflected in Nie Mingxin's eyes, which made him feel a little dazzling.

Nie Mingxin was too lazy to argue with him, so he used his other free hand to push Shen Qing's hand away from his. He was shocked, the pine branches beside him swayed, and the rustling snow fell exactly On the body of 'Ming Xin', a small mound of swords was piled up.

Nie Mingxin stood up from the ground, patted the falling snow on his body, and said in a low voice, "I'm not going anywhere, I'm the only one who can live in this room, you can do what you want."

He turned around and entered the house.

He always had to think about it, it was a joint that went wrong that made the relationship between Shen Qing and him so complicated.

But Shen Qing didn't give him this chance to breathe.

Shen Qing quickly followed into the room, almost eagerly, with a bit of sternness: "Nie Mingxin!" He called out, as if revealing great pain, and quickly restrained himself, the next sentence The export is full of indescribable tenderness.

"We can't do this..." he murmured, "Have you forgotten what happened that night? You and I..."

He thought of the entanglement of his limbs that day and night, the boundless wind and moon, and he couldn't help softening his expression. The pulse of spring water overflowed from those eyes, which was extremely moving.

Nie Mingxin stood in the room. The young man's figure was fair, and the cinnabar marks between his eyebrows were clearly visible, but his eyes were the coldest, and his words were extremely hurtful.

"What do you want to say? Want to say that I will have a spring night with you?" He smiled softly, "I saved your life in the Tianqin Demon Palace, how about paying for this night of prostitution?"

Nie Mingxin said this lightly and lightly, with a very meaningless look on his face, as if he really didn't take that night of spring night to heart.

Shen Qing also smiled slightly, her eyebrows stretched out, just like the red moon dredging the wind, her words and smiles were full of enthusiasm, with all kinds of styles and thoughts.

But looking carefully, the hand held in his sleeve was faintly scratched by a fingernail that had been pinched into the flesh.This is naturally painful, but it is not the most painful. There is also a more subtle and profound pain that seems to spread from the most secret place, one after another, disturbing his blood, and there is hatred in his eyes.

This should be heartache.

But isn't this... something I already knew?

His master, the only master of Xueya this day, didn't have the slightest affection for him.Even if he survived with two points, it's not the kind he wants to pursue.

In the eyes of the world, love and joy should not be the flowers nourished by this master-student relationship.

——The friendship between master and apprentice, the grace of support.

No matter what kind, it is the 'friendship' that he can't bear to let go but vows to abandon.

Shen Qing said in a low voice: "Ming Xin... I know that you are unhappy about breaking your body, but it's just that you have been in love for 15 years, so why do you despise it so much?"

It is very rare for the pavilion master of the Xingluoqibu Pavilion to be so humble, even if it is in the eyes of Nie Ming, it is also a very rare appearance of grievance.

But he didn't feel bad.

Nie Ming said in his heart: "I regard you as an apprentice, but do you regard me as your master?" He felt that he seemed to have caught some words just now, raised his eyebrows, and was very displeased, "Who allows you to call me by my name."

Shen Qing had a good time: "Master..."

He took another two steps closer, seeing that he was about to get within three feet of Nie Mingxin, he saw Nie Mingxin flick his sleeves, flicked his sleeves, waved his hand, a silver light flashed, and for an instant, Mingxin's sword outside the door Then it was held in Nie Mingxin's hand again, and it reached Shen Qing's heart impartially.

Jian Guang was cold, but Nie Mingxin's tone was even colder.

"I don't want to talk to you, you go out."