Beautiful lady, why not follow the thief

Their posture of interrogating each other is very similar to newlyweds who are jealous of each other, and they are very sensitive to each other's personal relationships.

Xiao Xie looked around him and saw the two uncollected cups of tea on the table, and smiled inexplicably, "Cousin, guess what?"

Yan Heng turned his head and snorted: "Who else?"

"Oh, my cousin is so smart."

Yan Heng hooked the corner of his mouth, and suddenly reached out to touch the iron sword on Xiao Xie's waist, Xiao Xie stepped back half a step sideways and grabbed Yan Heng's wrist.

This was just a subconscious action when he was attacked. Xiao Xie let go of his hand after realizing the half-smile on Yan Heng's face.

Yan Heng continued to touch the iron sword: "Cousin, I also want to see your sword."

Xiao Xie stared at Yan Heng, slowly lowered his saber, and let him take it.

Yan Heng weighed the iron sword twice, turned around and sat down, pulled out the scabbard, and the thick, blunt blade appeared in front of his eyes. Yan Heng stretched out his finger and lightly brushed the sword surface, and looked along the edge of the sword intently.

It really wasn't an illusion. Under the sun, this rusty scrap iron occasionally reflected the clear sword light, making one's bones and muscles chill.Yan Heng tapped the blade of the sword with his fingers, and listened carefully, and there was an indistinguishable low groan from under the iron shell.

Yan Heng put the sword on the table and looked at Xiao Xie again.Both of them had smiles on their lips, but there was no smile in their eyes.Yan Heng fixedly looked at him, gently stroking the iron sword with his hand, after a while, he got up and walked to Xiao Xie, and said in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

Xiao Xie's eyes deepened a little, and he looked back at Yan Heng without avoiding the edge: "Who do you think I am?"

"You are Luo Cheng's refugee without household registration." Yan Heng said, "You are a master of swordsmanship that is as good as Tongque, and lightness kung fu that is as good as Yeyin."

He walked around Xiao Xie and listed them one by one: "You are educated and literate, but you are mixed among the white men. You are good-looking, but you are easy to show others. You don't hide that you know Cangya swordsmanship, but you don't admit that you have a relationship with Cangya Mountain." relation--"

He raised the corner of his mouth and glanced at the tea on the table: "But even Qin Mengwan, the daughter of Qin Duanyang, has an ambiguous attitude towards you, an ordinary disciple."

Yan Heng walked around the table again, and raised his hand to cover the iron sword: "You once said that this sword was won in a fight, so let me ask you, does it have a name?"

Xiao Xie looked at Yan Heng without saying a word, and the smirk on his lips became weaker and weaker.

"What's the name of the competition? When will it be held?"

Yan Heng touched the sword as if he was touching a rare sword: "You don't want to say? Okay, then I'll guess."

"In the first year of Jianli, that is, seven years ago, at the Sword Discussion Meeting in Cangya Mountain that year, the head of the previous generation abdicated, and took out the peerless sword that had been silent for a hundred years to reward the heroes of the world—the name of the sword, and a kiss on the neck."

"How old were you then?"

"You recast this sword with an iron sheet to cover its original brilliance and conceal its peerless name, but what about your own name? Xiao Xie, your surname is Xie—"

"Surname Xie, in his nineteen or twenties, he was good at the Cangya sword, and with a kiss on his neck, he threw away his household registration and fled to Zhanluan City, not showing his real name and face to others."

Yan Heng walked back to Xiao Xie, stood still, and said softly: "Guess, did I guess it?"

Xiao Xie grabbed Yan Heng's neck suddenly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Also at the same moment, the tip of a needle that appeared in Yan Heng's hand without knowing when, pressed against Xiao Xie's pulse, and he stared at Xiao Xie, his eyes were dim and unclear.But he was not as calm as he appeared on the surface, because Xiao Xie noticed that Yan Heng's heart was beating very fast, and his own hands were already sweaty.

Yan Heng's neck was severely strangled, and his breathing became short of breath, but the hand holding the needle could not tremble. He looked at Xiao Xie, his lips moved, as if he had something to say but he didn't.

After confronting each other for a long time, Xiao Xie finally let go of his hand. He stroked Yan Heng's side face, and suddenly laughed: "Lord Yan is indeed very smart."

"It's not that he's smart, it's just that he understands that person's unofficial history." Yan Heng said in his heart.

He guessed the name, and the other party didn't deny it, but he couldn't pronounce those three words.

That name is a legend, it is a youthful madness, it is a heroic spirit, it is the master of the sword of many people in the world, and it is the person of the dream of many deep court spring girls. Times have changed, legends are still there, and people have been gradually forgotten in the wind and sand.

He should have turned into a dry bone without a stele or a name, but now he is standing here, standing in front of Yan Heng.

Even in any case also can not match the number.

But Yan Heng also faintly felt that it was him, no wonder.

Thank you Wuqiu for borrowing Tanwan.

Yan Heng looked at him so quietly, he didn't know that there was a burning light in his eyes, Xiao Xie was uncomfortable watching, and slightly avoided it, for a long time, Xiao Xie laughed at himself and said: "Why, let Yan Heng Is the landlord disappointed?"

When he asked this question, he was so nervous that he didn't know why, then he turned around and opened the door to go out, as if he was not interested in knowing the answer.

"Hey." Yan Heng stopped him.

Xiao Xie was nervous again, turned her head to one side, and put her hand on the door, wanting to push it or not.

Yan Heng picked up the sword on the table and handed it to him: "Your sword."

Xiao Xie paused for a moment, took the sword, and without stopping, pushed open the door and strode away.

Yan Heng stood where he was, until his back disappeared, and then slowly looked away.

What fell from the apricot blossom tree was actually a dazzling star?

I don't know if it's good or bad to bring him back to the twelfth floor.

Xiao Xie didn't come back until dinner time, Yan Heng didn't bother to care about him, he used his dinner and went back to his room to rest, unexpectedly Qin Yuan came to visit again in the evening.

Probably because he forgot to do business early in the morning and went back. Now that he came to his senses, he came to look for Xiao Xie again. Unfortunately, Xiao Xie was not there, so he chatted with Yan Heng in the room and told him to pay attention to his body. At the place, some qi-invigorating medicinal materials were left before leaving.

As soon as Qin Yuan left, Xiao Xie jumped into the room through the window on the back, startling Yan Heng.

Yan Heng said helplessly, "Are you a monkey?"

Xiao Xie retorted: "Are you a fox?"

This scolding made no sense at all, Yan Heng was puzzled: "What's wrong with the fox?"

"Fox, that's what you're talking about," Xiao Xie walked to the table, supported Yan Heng's shoulders and leaned over, "You're a monster who seduces men from good families twice a day because of his good looks."

Yan Heng frowned and patted his hand off: "Did you lose your mind when you went out?"

Xiao Xie snorted, picked up the medicine left by Qin Yuan on the table and sniffed it on the tip of his nose: "Oh, it's a good thing, and you still say it's not a vixen? Such a good thing, why didn't Sect Master Qin give each of our new disciples a copy? It’s really biased. I said, good cousin, are you blind, can’t you see that the guy’s kindness to you is a little strange?”

Yan Heng recalled that every time Xiao Xie saw Qin Yuan, he was as unhappy as if he had eaten a firecracker. At first, he could still think that he was in a bad mood. Some people in Cangya Mountain are hostile, which is more intriguing.

Yan Heng thought of Qin Mengwan's attitude when he first saw Xiao Xie using Qiushui swordsmanship, and thought of Qin Yuan as the well-known son-in-law that Qin Duanyang recognized, and then thought of the rumor that Qin Duanyang wanted to betroth his daughter to Xie Wuqiu, if you think about it this way, what else do you not understand?

When Yan Heng looked at Xiao Xie again, his expression changed, he was not looking at an idiot, but at a poor man who was cuckolded: "Hey, Brother Qin is actually a good person, he is considerate and considerate, and he is good at taking care of others, so Ah, you don't have to be too sad."

The implication is, you can trust him with your sweetheart, he will take good care of your senior sister for you.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Xie became even more angry when he heard this, and immediately sneered: "One bite at a time, Senior Brother Qin, it's really affectionate. It's just a few bottles of good medicine for you, so I'm just rushing to say good things for him ?”

In Yan Heng's ears, these words were: "Look, I'm not Qin Mengwan's good junior brother now. She keeps talking about the affectionate senior brother Qin made, how can she remember me? You still help him talk?"

The sympathy in Yan Heng's eyes became stronger, and he comforted in a harmonious voice: "Senior brother Qin is also your senior brother, I didn't speak for him, as you can see, he treats me really leniently and kindly, it is definitely not a lie. You To say it's strange is to be prejudiced, Senior Brother Qin took special care of me when he saw that I was sick."

Xiao Xie jumped up against the table: "Yan Fanghan!"

Yan Heng was taken aback for a moment, then made a gesture to lower his voice: "Sit down and talk, what happened to you today?"

He thought for a while, and tentatively asked, "Could it be that Brother Qin...had treated you badly before?"

Not only did Xiao Xie not sit down, but he even pulled Yan Heng up: "You know what you are here for! Don't get so close to that person!"

Yan Heng said in a daze, "You should figure out why I'm here, right? Wouldn't it be a good thing to keep up with the Sect Master of the Sword Sect?"

Xiao Xie's eyelids twitched, looking angry as if he wanted to come up and bite Yan Heng. Yan Heng felt that he couldn't catch his anger, and didn't dare to continue to persuade him. He could only shrink his neck and shut up like a quail. No words.

Xiao Xie stared at Yan Heng angrily for a while, then suddenly lost his temper, let go of him and sat back down again, muttering: "I'm really sick."

It seemed that he himself realized that the anger was too sudden and inexplicable.

Yan Heng understood very well, and said earnestly: "It's okay, who hasn't been stupid yet."

Xiao Xie held the space between her eyebrows, suppressing the urge to curse.

But what disturbed him more than being angry was that he would be angry.

He thought, it must be because Yan Heng was so irritating, he couldn't help but drag him into Cangya Mountain, and he got so close to the guy he hates, obviously his martial arts and scheming are not bad, but he looks lonely and weak His appearance deceives others everywhere, making people feel that he is easy to bully and needs protection.

Besides, even if you need someone to protect you, do you need someone else?

Xiao Xie looked at the pile of bottles and cans on the table, and pushed them away angrily. He remembered what Qin Yuan said to Yan Heng in the morning about "bullying the same family". Standing up, he grabbed Yan Heng and said, "Tomorrow I will have morning class with you."

"Ah?" Yan Heng said in a daze, "Oh."

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Xie Wuqiu: The author of Spicy Chicken, I have written more than 20 chapters before I have a name