Eros Wings

"Lan, don't apply it, this ointment is really expensive!" The man pulled down the silver-haired man's hand, with a warm smile in his eyes, and said softly, "I might as well go and get the mirror!"

"Do what?"

"Let me see if there is any disfigurement!"

The man was pretending to be humorous. He wanted to laugh a few times, but when he took a deep breath, he coughed violently, bloodshot from his lips, and made the silver-haired man even more anxious. He patted his back and gritted his teeth and cursed: " Shut up, it's not funny!"

The man calmed down, as if out of strength, nestled in the arms of the silver-haired man, and said weakly: "Hey, my humor is really useless when I meet people who don't understand the style!"

"Stop saying a few words!" Although the silver-haired man had a cold face, the movement of wiping the man's lips was heartbreakingly gentle, and said: "I found Chi Tongue Grass, and I will use it as medicine later. You drink it obediently, and you will get better..."

This time it was Chitongue Grass, last time it was Snake Heart Lotus, last time it was Lai Chuangen, last time it was Sparrow Gallstone...

The silver-haired man's words trembled at the end, and the words that he couldn't even lie to himself were repeated repeatedly in front of his lover, which made people almost collapse in despair.

"This grass grows in Rapids Bay. It's hard work for you to find it... Drink the medicine you decocted, and you will be cured!" The man pulled up a strand of silver hair, wrapped it around his hands, and said softly: "The last time, the grass will be cured!" Snake Heart Lotus, although the medicine has not cured my illness, it still relieves me to three points... You see, even talking to you makes me feel much more refreshed!"

"Lan, when I recover from my illness, I will accompany you to visit my adoptive father, and I will go to the imperial capital to enjoy the flowers!" The man's fingers were dexterous, and he hooked his five fingers for a moment, forming a concentric knot, shaking silver threads, and said with a smile : "Our name is Mr. Shangquan, and Brother Shuihan, they must like it very much..."

The silver-haired man hugged the man, leaned his chin on the other's forehead, closed his eyes and hummed softly. Although the man in his arms was weak, he was still his spiritual support...

Just like at this moment, the other party's whispering, faint but existing breath filled his desperate heart little by little, and rekindled hope for the future!

The two hugged each other for a while, the silver-haired man got up, without looking at Ya, he went to the courtyard to decoct medicine.

"Cough, cough, are you okay? Can you sit up?" The man was leaning on the reclining chair, wrapped in a blanket, trying to hold himself up just now. Now that his lover left, he appeared tired. After taking a few breaths, Only then reluctantly said: "Try rubbing the Siji acupoint...it's just three fingers above the navel...is it better?"

To be honest, the silver-haired man was really serious. The Venus had just disappeared in front of his eyes. When Ya leaned against the wall and gasped, she realized that there was no pain in every joint in her body.

Fortunately, since I was a child, I have studied opera with my master, and I have been beaten a lot.Sanjiu was naked, his broken shoes were covered with ice, his body was so cold that he was cut by a knife, and he was punished to kneel in the snow. He has overcome that crime.Others only talk about Mr. Ya's pervertedness, but they don't see the hardships he has suffered, let alone those perverted tortures on the bed. Even if he enjoys first-class red horn treatment, it is not enough to make up for his efforts over the years!

"I'm really sorry, he is a martial arts practitioner, his strength is stronger than ordinary people, and I saw you accidentally hurt me..." The man's eyes were gentle, showing concern, and he said slightly apologetically, "I know you didn't intend to conflict, but you were hurt by me. The appearance is scary!"

Hmph, he has self-knowledge, knowing his appearance can scare people to death!Ya held her breath and thought, stood up with all her strength, took two steps wobbly, and felt that her body was about to fall apart, so she hurriedly supported the wall.

That person's appearance is indeed terrifying, but after what happened just now, Ya is not afraid anymore, she is staring at the other person at this moment, the pain in her body is thanks to him, if she has the extra strength to speak, she would have wanted to speak harshly!

"Little brother, my name is Xiang Yixue, and his name is Yinlan..." The man spoke softly, unhurriedly: "Seeing that your clothes and shoes are bright and embroidered with a flower shop, you must have lived in the imperial capital for a long time. The title of Imperial Sword Master must be one or two!"

From the moment she saw the silver-haired man, Ya knew the identities of the two, and now she was not surprised when he heard his self-reported family name, but just verified her previous guess!

A few years ago, Ya accompanied his master to a banquet, and saw the sword master from a distance at the gate of Wanxianlou; the man was as silver as snow, with clear water eyes, and his temperament of not eating fireworks, which was incompatible with his colleagues; One glance leaves a deep impression.

The person who eloped with the sword master, the Chief Xiang of the Dragon Clan, once climbed to the top of public opinion because of publicly selling the king's reward, and then fell silent for a while, and was pushed to the forefront because of his involvement in the murder case in the imperial capital, becoming a celebrity. The color-changing terrorist killer.

As for the rumors of the relationship between the two, it’s almost like acting on the stage—the two were childhood sweethearts, but because of some misunderstandings, the two finally broke up. As a foil, the sacrificial offerings in romantic dramas, the unknown little characters, no matter how much effort they put in, they will never be in the eyes of the master.

On the stage, most of the performances end here, and the lovers finally get married and live happily ever after.

But the actual situation is that Ya can't help but look around—the simple and dilapidated wooden house, the terminally ill director, the sword master tortured by despair... To say that life is going well this day is obviously lying!

Compared with the cold and capable second son of the Scarlet Origin clan who is in the palace of the king, Ya can't help sighing, the stage is just a stage after all, and the cruel reality under the stage allows the sword master, whose glory has faded, to taste the hardships of the world suffering!

Ya stared at the roof in a daze, the sky could be seen from the broken place, the sun was fine at this moment, but it was raining continuously at the next moment...

Living in such a hut, but did the sword master regret it?Or, because of face, you are still struggling, but you have regretted countless times in your heart? ? ?

One day a long time ago, the master who was lying down smoking was old and frail at that time, and said in a slow tone, "Ya, remember my words, love is a thing, no matter in or out of the play, You can't find them... If you meet them one day, don't be too happy, it might be a curse, God will torture you!"

Before meeting that person, he remembered this sentence, and he dared not trust people's hearts easily; after meeting that person, he still remembered this sentence, but thought that he was the darling of heaven, a unique exception, and found something that others could not find. Arrived in love!

Looking at it now, how ridiculous!

Leaning on the back of the chair, she was very energetic, Xiang Yixue's eyes turned, and she re-examined Mr. Ya──I saw him standing still, with a dazed expression, and he didn't know what he was thinking; the satin-like luster was long The hair is scattered around the cheeks, making the sharpened chin look more delicate; the gorgeous silk robe inlaid with lace, wrapped in slightly thin shoulders, with a weak waist and slender legs, and a youthful body of an underage.

He is obviously very young, but he is only eighteen or nineteen years old, but his eyebrows and eyes are full of charm, and his hands are also coquettish, as if he has been in a party...

A large black cloud floated in, and the outside of the window suddenly became dark. In the blink of an eye, raindrops fell, passed through the hole in the top of the head, and floated into the house little by little.

"Hey, it's only been sunny for a long time, and it's raining again!" Xiang Yixue's smile blurred as she remembered something, but she said lightly, "Oh my god, my god, even if the raindrops are worthless, there's no need to be so generous, right?!"

The big water dripped onto his forehead, and the cool feeling brought Mr. Ya back to his senses. He wiped it with his fingers, and the water was crystal clear...

"Who said you love to listen to the sound of rain? Are you tired of playing again?" Yinlan walked in, placed a few exquisite shallow bowls where the rain leaked, and said softly, "The medicine will be ready later, what do you want to eat tonight?"

"Take medicine all day long, and I can't move around. I don't have much appetite..." Xiang Yixue shook her head, looked at those porcelain bowls, and said with a half-smile: "Snails with wine torches, seafood dishes with oysters, milk velvet goose Liver juice, veal loin with fresh mushrooms, lemon sashimi, monkey head cheese, any light ones are fine!"

"..."

Wanxianlou's Jinguicai, also known as casual dishes? !Yinlan put on a straight face, this man is dying of illness, the essence of being beaten has not changed, not only his mouth is picky, but also his tricks; Master Ya's face is full of surprise, as if he saw a beggar walking into a restaurant brazenly, as if no one else was there. Serving food, and there is no coin in his pocket.

Speaking too fast in one breath, Xiang Yixue coughed twice, paused for a moment and said: "Or three shredded shark's fin soup, crab yellow crystal hoof, stewed deer breast with four treasures, pearl West Lake fish, oyster sauce abalone horn, shrimp and hibiscus chicken, come here A few home-cooked dishes are also good!"

银兰捏起拳头，每当这个时候，他更想去揍他，而不是去爱他！

The patient on the reclining chair is completely unconscious, or relying on his illness, without fear of someone's eyes, he is still reporting the name of the dish: "Soaked belly tip, pumpkin and taro paste, scallop duck tongue, hibiscus squab, fish maw in white sauce ..."

"Have you said enough? There is only fish soup and bamboo shoot stew tonight!"

"Ah? It's fish soup again, it's so fishy..." Xiang Yixue's eyes showed grievances, and she said with a miserable face: "There are also bamboo shoots, how many times have I told you that this kind of green thing should be planted behind the house, Not for stew!"

There was a moment of silence in the room, Yinlan stared at him for a while, then finally let go of her fist, and said coldly: "Just these two dishes, do you like it or not!"

"Uh……"

"Or, you starve to death yourself, that's easy!" Yinlan said coldly, and then left in embarrassment. The door was slammed shut, shaking the floor, and the water in the porcelain bowl made waves.

Xiang Yixue looked helpless, and lamented like a resentful woman: "Really...you have no choice but to ask me; if you tell me what I want to eat, it's fine if you don't give it, and you lose your temper!"

"Is it meaningful to talk like this?" Mr. Ya suddenly said, his eyes were deep and tired that didn't match his age, but his tone was unusually light, even emotionless and empty: "If you cover up in front of him, or even force your face to laugh, it will only make you laugh." He is even more sad!"

Xiang Yixue raised his eyelids, and when the other party said this sentence, he was at a loss - did he hide anything in front of Yin Lan?Why do you have to force yourself to smile?

But at this moment, he was more concerned about another matter, and said straight to the point: "Little brother, why did you come here? Where did you step on the snow and the blood talisman in your hand come from?"

"What is stepping on the snow?" Mr. Ya looked down, the blood talisman seeped into the back of his hand, and it couldn't be wiped off, it was really weird.

Xiang Yixue was a little surprised, quickly retracted his gaze, and muttered: "You don't know about Ta Xue, it seems that you don't know Cang Ao either..."

"Who is Cang Ao?" Young Master Ya was puzzled for a moment, put on an indifferent face, and said the purpose of coming here: "I don't know the name you mentioned, but there is a distinguished guest with beautiful facial patterns who want me to take this blood talisman Let me show you, he said that if you see the blood talisman, you will take over my business!"

"A distinguished guest of beautiful flowers?" Xiang Yixue thought for a moment, she was obviously not Cang Ao, she was supposed to be from a foreign race, but how did she know they lived in seclusion here?

This year, she was seriously ill. After hearing about the murder case in the imperial capital, she encountered a strange blood talisman... Xiang Yixue, who was powerless, was afraid of causing trouble to her clansmen, so she had no contact with Longcheng during her secluded days. Even Ye Ying I didn't tell you either!

"what business?"

"Kill!" Mr. Ya was straightforward, glanced at the shabby hut, accompanied by a patient, the sword master needed gold coins to maintain the current expenses, no wonder he would become a killer, and said indifferently: "Emperor Capital, Hua Shao!"

He spoke very calmly. When he gritted his teeth and announced the name of his enemy, there was no hatred in his eyes. Instead, he showed his determination to kill, as if Hua Shao shouldn't exist in this world, at least shouldn't live with him for a lifetime!

The room fell into silence, only cold water droplets remained, sounding again and again, as if touching the heartstrings.

Xiang Yixue stared at Young Master Ya, her eyes became darker and darker, her pupils gradually shrank, and her originally warm gaze became a bit fierce; Young Master Ya was looking around, and after noticing the other's eyes, he went up to him without fear, She returned him with the same cold gaze.

After a long time of confrontation, Xiang Yixue was exhausted, coughed suddenly, her gaze gradually became slack, and she said tiredly: "No one knows that we live in seclusion here, how could that Qihua guest you mentioned guide you to come here?"

Mr. Ya briefly narrates that he was sitting in that magical carriage, and when he woke up, he found himself in the hut. After scrutinizing her, she decided that Xiang Yixue was not the famous actress killer.

The backs of the two are slightly different, and the demeanor and temperament are different.Although Xiang Yixue's face was terrifying, but after a few words with him, he would feel gentle and harmless; and the hostility of the celebrity killer left a deep impression on everyone who saw it, and even gave him a creepy feeling.

While listening to Mr. Ya's narration, Xiang Yixue rested her forehead with her hands, her face didn't show much expression, but her mind was constantly spinning--the proud stepping on the snow, the mysterious flower guest, the weird blood talisman, the inexplicable murder transaction, Coupled with the previously rumored killer of a famous actor... Intertwined into a strange situation, and the only thing that seems to be lacking is him, a person who lives in seclusion due to illness!

The strange and unpredictable situation in the imperial capital, with his current situation, he is unable to solve these mysteries, and the most important thing right now is to take Yinlan away as soon as possible.The other party lured Mr. Ya to come here just to warn him and Yinlan that no matter how they hide, they will not be able to escape the pursuit of the blood talisman!

The valley at nightfall is even more quiet and quiet under the drizzle of rain.

For some reason, the master did not accompany the meal, and Mr. Ya was so happy.Although the owner is kind, but the face is very mutilated, eating in front of this person basically has no appetite.

There are only three wooden houses in the valley. The one he lives in is a study room, and the next door is the master bedroom.There was coughing and intermittent conversations coming from the next door, even if the ears were pressed against the wall, they were still vaguely heard.

The legendary director of the sword master, how to pass the time at night?Mr. Ya couldn't help being curious, he blew out the lights in his room, and peeked through the cracks in the wall...

Next door, a lamp is like a bean.

The man was meditating in front of the table, holding a pen in one hand, and looking not far away—eight carved dolls, each in different shapes, performing a eight-diagram sword array.

Occasionally, I saw him use the pen holder to move the position of the doll, and the universe and the earth were exchanged, and then he meditated.

There is a square scarf on the corner of the table, with patches of vermilion blood, which should be coughed lung blood, and the light is extremely dazzling.

The swordsman was by the bed, ironing the bedding and other things.The valley is very humid, especially in the rainy season, the bedding is damp to the touch, and the man is sick and weak, and he always feels cold when he sleeps.

"Go to bed, just baked, sleep dry!" The swordsman ironed the mattress, walked to the edge of the table, glanced at the square scarf first, and said distressedly: "Don't bother, I will engrave it again in the future..."

The man hummed, but didn't look away, but stretched out his arms, pulled him into his arms, and muttered: "You try..."

The swordsman let him hug him, thought for a while, and moved the dolls; the man suddenly smiled, destroyed the gossip formation, and stacked the two dolls, the sword master stared at him, hesitantly said: "Is this a gossip formation?"

"no!"

"..."

"Lan, forget about the gossip array, those don't apply..." The man started again, making the couple depend on each other, back to back, front to back, and even upside down, laughing: "In this way , advance and retreat with evidence, both offensive and defensive..."

"Nonsense, you can call Huashan Eight Diagrams Sword Formation without the Eight Diagrams directions?"

"Then change the name, Heart-to-heart Sword Formation!" The man's eyes sparkled, his spirit suddenly increased, and he said happily: "The Yunyu Wusha of the Wushan School is originally the seventh-generation leader Li Tianshi, who was born to restrain the eight-diagram sword formation of his school .We just need to change the position of the eight trigrams, and use the method of each to fight against five of them, and I don't believe we can't beat them!"

"The head of the sword is thinking hard about this set of swordsmanship, not to defeat Yunyu Wusha, but to improve the eight trigrams sword formation!"

"Beating Yunyu Wusha, isn't it considered diligent?"

"The things of the ancestors have been lost, so what's the point of being diligent?"

"On the battlefield, it's good to win!" The man said disapprovingly: "Defend every year, lose every year, the old ancestor's gossip formation, what to do with it, should have been discarded long ago!"

"This is forgetting one's origin!"

"Being kicked to the ground, being ridiculed in public for being incompetent, I send face to face, is this called not forgetting one's roots?"

"You..." Can't argue with the other party, the sword master is a little annoyed, pointing at the pair in the middle, sullenly said: "This kind of posture is out of place!"

"Where do you want to go?" The man raised his eyelids, saw his blushing face, couldn't help laughing, flicked his finger on the other's forehead, shook his head and said: "I still remember that year, at the Dragon City Martial Arts Conference, the leader of the beggar gang's sub-rudder Falcon Leopard, do you use that trick to block the wall?"

The sword master frowned, and said with a cold face: "I don't even remember what happened so many years ago!"

The actual situation is that because of the unexpected arrival of that person, he was restless and confused all day long!

"Ah? Can't remember? You sat next to Yujian, watching intently..."

The swordsman snorted coldly, interrupted the other party, and said displeasedly: "I only remember someone who, regardless of etiquette and shame, went to the street in a bathrobe and played with vulgar things!"

"Uh, here we go again..."

"Hmph, grandstanding, superficial and childish!"

"Okay, okay, next time I will wear a jacket and wrap it from head to toe..."

The man begged for forgiveness, and scratched the opponent with his hands, but after a few fights, he coughed from struggling, and was forced to bed by the sword master.

After a while, the swordsman brought soup and medicine, served the man to drink it, followed up with a few words of conversation, said some household matters, and then blew on the lamp to rest.

ENDIF