Beautiful lady, why not follow the thief

"Bangdang."

The golden sore medicine in Yan Heng's hand rolled to the ground.He seemed to want to hide his nervousness, but he became even more nervous: "What nonsense are you talking, people can't understand it."

Xie Wuqiu smiled softly, turned his face slightly to miss his upturned nose bridge, and slowly attached his lips.

Yan Heng's body froze, his eyes widened involuntarily, and he watched Xie Wuqiu get closer and closer without blinking, so close that he could count his eyelashes, so close that the tip of his nose touched Xie Wuqiu's cheek.His breathing became short of breath, and the tips of his ears gradually turned red. While thinking about retreating, he felt that such a reaction was too strange. Xie Wuqiu must be trying to play a prank, and the one who retreats first loses!

But if he doesn't step back, he will be embarrassed.Because he seemed to have heard his inexplicably faster heartbeat.

It's so embarrassing, how could there be such a reaction.

Yan Heng stared fiercely again, trying to intimidate the other party.But Xie Wuqiu didn't see it at all, his eyes were lowered, his eyes were full of Yan Heng's ruddy lips.

Give it a try?he thinks.Just take it as a reward, isn't it too much?

There was an obvious swallowing sound in the air, Xie Wuqiu covered his lips without doing anything.

But he kissed nothing.

Yan Heng dodged and stared at him in disbelief: "Are you serious?"

Xie Wuqiu raised his eyelids and smiled: "Otherwise?"

Yan Heng's face was green and red, and his eyes flustered on the quilt: "You, what's the matter with Cangya Mountain, is the broken sleeve inherited from your ancestors?" First it was Qin Yuan, and now even Xie Wuqiu is doing these weird things , and even more strangely, why did he think this would be contagious? !Even he himself was surprised...

Xie Wuqiu didn't know which hit was hit, and his face suddenly became angry: "Okay, you really already know what Qin Yuan is thinking? Then you are still so close to him?! Lord Yan, I think you are..."

"Shut up!" Yan Heng yelled, "No..." He wanted to argue in a panic, but suddenly remembered that it was Xie Wuqiu who wanted to do that frivolous thing first, so he brought the topic to this direction, why is it now that Xie Wuqiu came Question him?

Yan Heng was very annoyed, sat up straight and pushed Xie Wuqiu away: "Yes or no, what's the matter with Guan Qing?"

Xie Wuqiu stared at him for a while, then slowly lay back down, muttering: "It's none of my business."

Yan Heng glanced at him, picked up the golden sore medicine on the floor and threw it on the bed, then stood up and walked to the window in a bored way: "You apply it yourself, I don't think your injury is serious."

"Ruthless." Xie Wuqiu snorted, took the small porcelain bottle to look at it for a while, opened it and sniffed it, and finally saw that Yan Heng really ignored him, so he slowly poured the medicine on himself.

The room was quiet for a while, Yan Heng blew the night wind by the window for a while, and seemed to calm down, he turned his head to look at Xie Wuqiu quietly, and saw that he was like a stray cat with its head down and licking its own belly, without any image. Opening his body on his bed, he restrained his irritating appearance and became a little pitiful.

Yan Heng couldn't help laughing, and turned around quickly before he found out.

"Hey, cousin, what are you laughing at?"

It turned out to be seen.

Yan Heng simply turned around and leaned against the window, and looked at him openly with his arms folded: "You are so stupid to laugh at."

Xie Wuqiu narrowed his eyes and hooked his fingers: "Come here and tell me."

"I don't." Yan Heng turned his head away.

"Come here," Xie Wuqiu saw that he couldn't do it hard enough, so he started to be soft, "Come on, good cousin, come here for a while."

Yan Heng couldn't take it anymore and made a stop gesture: "A big man is acting like a baby, are you ashamed?"

"Don't be ashamed."

Yan Heng sighed helplessly, and moved over slowly, Xie Wuqiu laughed and made room for him.He didn't say why he asked Yan Heng to come over, but Yan Heng seemed to know that he was just yelling, so he didn't say anything after sitting down, grabbed the porcelain bottle in his hand, and took over to help him apply the medicine again.

Xie Wuqiu squinted his eyes contentedly like a cat that has been plucked comfortably.

There was a rare moment of peace between the two of them.

But all of a sudden, Yan Heng felt the restless energy and blood in his body start to mess up again, he couldn't control the strength in his hand, it became a little heavier, and Xie Wuqiu let out a yell when he pressed it.Before Xie Wuqiu complained, he felt a fishy sweetness in his throat, and suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.

Xie Wuqiu was also frightened by him, and immediately supported Yan Heng's fallen body and channeled his inner strength.

"Hey, don't do this every time, it's like dying the next moment if it was fine one moment, I'll scare you to death before you die."

Yan Heng was soothed by Xie Wuqiu's thick and gentle internal force, he calmed down, and slowly wiped the corners of his mouth.He could feel that after practicing the contents of the "Witch Hazel" on the road, his physical condition began to deteriorate.

What is the reason?Could it be... is it his special blood?So should he continue to practice?

But if he couldn't continue to practice, wouldn't he never be able to learn the complete witch hazel song for the rest of his life?

Is that disease destined to be incurable?

Yan Heng supported his forehead and closed his eyes.Then he suddenly raised his head, looked at Xie Wuqiu, and asked: "That day, in Dongshan..." He paused for a while, "I'm sorry, I still want to ask you again, that day in the cave under the cottage, did you really, Didn't see anything?"

Xie Wuqiu looked at Yan Heng, and said slowly: "What do you want to say?"

"For example..." Yan Heng carefully tested, "Murals and the like?"

Xie Wuqiu lowered his eyelids, perhaps thinking.This time he didn't talk anymore, but thought for a long time before saying in a deep voice: "There is indeed something on the wall."

"What?!" Yan Heng immediately sat up straight, moved closer to him, and waited for his next words with wide eyes.

Xie Wuqiu pursed his lips: "It's not a mural, only eight characters."

He suddenly raised his eyes and stared at Yan Heng: "That's right, I suddenly remembered, those eight words are——Xinglin legacy..." He deliberately paused, and then Yan Heng continued following his words:

"Five generations... and die?"

Xinglin's legacy lasted for five generations.

"Correct."

Xie Wuqiu said.

Yan Heng slumped his shoulders in a daze, read these eight words lightly and complicatedly, then covered his eyes and lowered his head.

"It's that prophecy..." he murmured, "Is there really no way to break it?"

Fifth generation heir, where are you?

Will it really come to end witch hazel?

Xie Wuqiu did not go up to help Yan Heng this time, his voice was inexplicably colder than usual, and came from above Yan Heng's head: "What's wrong? Lord Yan."

Yan Heng shook his head wearily: "I'm sleepy, you... go back. I'm going to rest."

"En." Xie Wuqiu didn't play tricks, but obediently stood up and walked towards the door.After taking two steps, he looked back at Yan Heng: "You have a good rest."

***

The night is as cool as water, and the sound of insects penetrates the window screen.

After Xie Wuqiu left, Yan Heng sat alone for a long time, took out the "Witch Hazel Song" in his arms again, hesitated for a long time, and opened it again.

He picked up a thin sheet of paper, quietly staring at the ink-colored writing, thinking about it, suddenly a black shadow passed through the window screen and passed over the paper.Yan Heng closed the book abruptly and said in a low voice, "Who!"

The black shadow flashed past the window again, as if it had climbed onto the roof, Yan Heng immediately jumped out of the window and chased after him, several hidden weapons were thrown from his sleeves, and shot on the tiles, all of them were missed.

The black shadow clearly disappeared, but when Yan Heng turned around, he flashed in front of Yan Heng's eyes as if appearing on purpose. A trace of suspicion flashed in Yan Heng's eyes, and suddenly he heard a sound of wind in his ears. He turned his head, and a small arrow shot Come over, nailed to the joist, with a note stuck in the arrow.

Yan Heng took off the note and opened it, only the word "Yue" was written on it.

At this time, the night guard disciples on the twelfth floor who heard the sound rushed over and saluted after seeing Yan Heng: "Lord, what happened?"

"Oh, it's nothing, just now a bird's shadow flashed past, I made a fuss." Yan Heng turned his hands behind his back to hide the note, "Go back to your place, don't disturb other people."

"Yes."

After the disciples retreated obediently, Yan Heng pulled out the arrow as well, looked carefully, and found that there was indeed a small word "Yue" on the end of the arrow, which was exactly the same as the handwriting on the note.

He was even more puzzled, looked around, and silently chased the arrow in the direction it came from.

Sure enough, the shadow was leading the way again, did it sway in front of his eyes, leading Yan Heng out of the Kuangyu Tower.The moment Yan Heng stood under the wall, he hesitated for a moment. After leaving the Kuangyu Tower, it might not be safe. The identity and purpose of the visitor is unknown. Is it worth taking the risk just by the word "Yue"?

But maybe because there have been too many doubts in his heart recently, since he has brought another one before him, let's get to the bottom of it.So Yan Heng climbed over the wall and followed out of the Kuangyu Building.

The man kept taking him to the bamboo forest on the outskirts of Xudu before he stopped appearing.

The bamboo forest is really a suitable place to ambush, Yan Heng looked around secretly, and said loudly, "Come out."

A gun suddenly broke through the air from above Yan Heng's head.

Yan Heng retreated abruptly, and then swept his long legs to stop the person from falling. The person landed his gun smoothly on the ground with the elasticity of the gun barrel, and attacked Yan Heng again with the gun.

Yan Heng soared into the air, turned over to avoid it, picked up a broken branch on the ground, poured his inner strength and stroked on the ground, rolled up the fallen leaves on the ground, and flew all over the sky between the two of them.

□□Through piercing the dead branches and fallen leaves, Yan Heng only regarded the branch as a long thorn, using the Yan family's needle method, his wrist was flexible, and the fragile branch became a powerful weapon in his hand, seemingly easy to entangle Then he drew a circle, using softness to overcome rigidity, and dropped the attack of the gun.

"It's a good move to restrain Qin Yan." The opponent applauded.

Yan Heng smiled slightly, turned over again, tapped the branch, and pressed down the opponent's gun, the tip of the branch had already reached the opponent's throat.

"Hahahaha." The man raised his hands in surrender, then clapped his hands and laughed, and put away his gun, "I lost again."

Yan Heng also threw away the branch, and clasped his fists at the person who came: "Ping Junhou, are you here all right?"

"All good, all good." Ping Huyue clasped his fist back and said, "I haven't seen you for more than a month, Lord Yan's kung fu has improved so fast. This time, I lost to you in six moves. I never saw the last move just now." You used it, what's your name?"

"That..." Yan Heng coughed in embarrassment, "That move is the Cangya sword technique."

The author has something to say:

Xie Wuqiu (hand raised): I teach what I teach

Righteous way of onlookers: Longevity, what a good young man who is just young and red. He has been fascinated and taught all housekeeping skills to the devil. Is it the loss of morality or the annihilation of humanity? !