It’s past midnight, and the lights in the small town four or five miles away from Xiaoshan Fort are still bright, and people from all walks of life are rushing around to inquire. The scene is like a busy market at noon:
"Have you heard? Something happened at Xiaoshan Fort just now..."
"It is said that a major crime was committed, and the king of hell came to the door, and even the Xuanri Pavilion was destroyed..."
"Black Yamen King of Hell? Night Terror Hall? Is Xiao Zongyuan so capable?!"
"Of course not, it's Linghu Guanzhi. According to the rumors, it seems that Linghu Guanzhi surrendered to the enemy and became a hidden stake in Beiliang in order to cure his hidden illness..."
"No, even Linghu Guanzhi shouldn't be able to defeat the Great King of Hell at night..."
"Who said they had been beaten? I heard from people in Sanjue Valley that Linghu Guanzhi was approached by the King of Hell, Ye Day. Not only did he not surrender, but he also wanted to break the fish to death. He first combined the yin and yang, and then took out a soft sword to sneak attack, but was backhanded by the King of Hell.
One finger stabbed him to death..."
"One finger?"
"I didn't even bother to draw my sword with just one finger. I scared the heads of the gangs present to death. They didn't dare to run around when people left. Even now, I'm still waiting for the county magistrate to come and question me at Xiaoshan Fort..."
…
There were all kinds of discussions, but in just two quarters of an hour, the storm that had just started in Xiaoshan Fort had already evolved into dozens of versions and spread to all parts of the world.
In an inn in the town, the waiter was in the stable surrounding the big black horse that the guest had just parked, and was also listening to the conversations of people on the street.
On the second floor of the inn, birds were squatting and watching under the eaves. Fan Qinghe was carrying a bucket of hot water and stopped outside the room. After paying attention to the surrounding disturbances, he pushed the door and entered, quickly closing the door.
There was an oil lamp burning in the inn's wing, and its dim yellow light illuminated the surroundings of the dressing table.
Ye Jingtang was naked from the waist up, with a head full of black hair hanging on his back. He was sitting by the bed, with the Chilong Sword beside him and a dark gold sword in his hand. He leaned on the palm of his hand and looked at it carefully.
After the fight in Xiaoshan Fort, Ye Jingtang suffered some skin injuries. Because he didn't know Long Zhengqing's location and there were many Jianghu people present who were difficult to distinguish between enemy and friend, he quickly left Xiaoshan Fort and fetched horses from the town.
Came here to stay.
Fan Qinghe was worried all the way, but had no chance to deal with the injury. At this time, he came in with hot water and quickly put it down in front of him:
"Don't look at it. Treat the injury first. No matter how sharp it is, it's just a sword, not a girl. How can you be so absorbed in it?"
The sword blade has no hilt or other accessories, and is very bare and simple. It shows a pale golden color under the candlelight, and does not have the cold and cold light of ordinary swords; but for a warrior, the allure of such an indestructible sword is indeed no less than
An absolutely stunning beauty.
Ye Jingtang is a swordsman and is not very interested in soft noodle weapons like swords, but after using this sword, he still couldn't help but feel that it smells really good. Seeing that Miss Fan complained, he carefully wrapped it in black cloth:
"This sword is not just sharp. I feel that the texture is similar to the Minglong Picture. It's a pity that the situation was so critical that I couldn't find out the root cause."
As a martial artist, Fan Qinghe naturally wanted the Ming Long Tu, but like the Night Terror Hall, the Ming Dragon Diagram was far less important in her heart than the safety of the people around her.
Fan Qinghe sat down next to him, took the sword strip and put it on the dressing table, raised Ye Jingtang's elbow and looked at his ribs:
"That kind of despicable villain who has no martial ethics will die if he dies. As long as you are fine. How do you feel? Does it hurt?"
Ye Jingtang's rib side was pierced by the sword strip. Because the vital point was twisted, it only made a hole in the flesh. The wound was small and not serious, but it had a burning effect and did hurt a bit. He looked down and looked:
"It's okay. It won't affect my skills. It'll be fine in two days."
Fan Qinghe checked carefully and found out that it was not serious, but he still felt a little distressed. He supported Ye Jingtang and lay on his side on the pillow, then wiped the blood on his side with a towel, looking slightly confused:
"With such a powerful sword, why didn't the old man take it out and use it earlier? Why would he put it in the stove to burn? The look in his eyes was quite surprising. Is it possible that, as recorded in the legend, the famous sword needs to drink blood to be able to strike?"
Ye Jingtang knows that this sword is very mysterious, but he does not agree with this statement:
"The sword strip pierced my gun first, and then passed through my body. There is no such thing as drinking blood to open the front. I guess the stove has been burning for a long time, and the heat has recently reached it, but Linghu Guanzhi didn't notice it. I originally wanted to use
The red-hot iron bits hurt me, and as a result, I accidentally gave the indestructible sword into my hands..."
Fan Qinghe thought about it for a moment, nodded, and changed his words:
"That's true. Hmm... That's how a famous sword chooses its owner. It doesn't hit anyone and doesn't show its edge. There is such a legend in the world. Others think it is a piece of broken iron, but as soon as someone picks it up, it becomes a piece of iron.
Famous Sword Soldier..."
Ye Jingtang felt that this statement was more mysterious than the previous one, so he just shook his head and smiled.
While Fan Qinghe was chatting casually, he wiped the area around the wound with a towel, and then began to apply medicine seriously.
The situation was critical just now, and Fan Qinghe had no intention of paying attention to anything else. Now that they had settled down, they were alone in the room. Ye Jingtang was lying on her side, and in front of her were her perfectly shaped chest and abdomen...
Fan Qinghe's eyes flickered, and he glanced twice involuntarily, then quietly raised his eyes to look at Ye Jingtang's face, probably because he was afraid of being discovered.
As a result, when she raised her eyes, she found Ye Jingtang looking at her with a smile.
"?!"
Fan Qinghe's body was slightly stiff, and his cheeks were visibly red, but his expression was calm, and he lowered his head and took a look at her generously:
"I really don't notice how strong you are when you wear clothes on weekdays. But martial arts warriors need to be strong and round to withstand beatings. If your teacher and father see your beautiful physique, they will definitely say that you have worked hard and look tough.
It’s useless in practice…”
Ye Jingtang has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, so he naturally knows that a big waist and a round belly are the common physiques of martial artists. After all, fat is both a physical reserve and a cushion. If the body fat is too low, you will not be able to withstand a beating.
But this statement is only limited to ordinary martial artists. Once they reach the level of a master, they begin to pay attention to the internal strength of the Qi meridians. No matter how thick the flesh is, they can't block a punch. Naturally, they no longer care about these things and how to look good.
Seeing that Fan Qinghe was clearly taking a peek, but said this, Ye Jingtang slightly raised his upper body, showing off his broad chest muscles:
"How can you say it's hard? It's no different from ordinary people when relaxed. It just looks very strong. If you don't believe me, just touch it."
I touch it?!
Fan Qinghe blinked his eyes, feeling that Ye Jingtang was a bit outrageous.
What's the difference between asking her, a girl, to touch a man's chest, and asking Ye Jingtang to pinch her grandma to see if it's soft?
However, Fan Qinghe is a doctor, and with the attitude of not treating patients when they are sick, he still acted naturally after thinking about it, raised his green jade finger, poked Ye Jingtang's left chest, quickly retracted his hand, and continued to apply with his head lowered.
medicine:
"What's so touching..."
Ye Jingtang was a little amused, and his eyes swept over Fan Qinghe.
When Fan Qinghe went to Xiaoshan Fort, he was wearing night clothes. When he came back, he put on a skirt to cover it up. Although he wore it thicker, because his figure was too much, it still did not cover up his original curves.
At this time, Fan Qinghe was sitting sideways in front of his lower abdomen, twisting his waist to treat the wound carefully. His plump buttocks were displayed under the light, and his heavy clothes drew two arcs with great tension.
The already three-dimensional facial features are very stunning under the light and shadow of the candlelight. The eyes under the long eyelashes are as bright as stars, and the red lips are slightly bitten, looking a little cramped...
Ye Jingtang blinked and wanted to look away.
But I couldn't even find any decorations in the inn room. Where else could I look except the person in front of me?
Ye Jingtang looked at Fan Qinghe's cheek, trying to find something to talk about to kill time, but in his mind, he recalled every scene since they met.
Since the day when Guan Yujia opened the dragon's back, we met each other in Wushan Mountain. We have known each other for a long time, and we have traveled a long way - we were a guest in Langxuan City, and we touched the wrong place in the sea of no return; Yazhou Cupping
Healing the wound, he accidentally saw a lump in the boudoir; in the new house, he accidentally entered the boudoir and had a baby; and last night, he really saw the sandwich bun...
Ye Jingtang thought about it, but his eyes showed a certain amount of shame. After thinking about it for a while, he said again:
"Miss Brahma."
"Um?"
After applying the medicine, Fan Qinghe took the gauze and wrapped it on his ribs, then passed it under the ribs on the other side of the Night Terror Hall, preparing to tie the bandage. When he heard the call, he raised his eyes:
"do what?"
Ye Jingtang sat up and spread his arms so that Fan Qinghe could bandage them more easily:
"Actually, those few times before, I didn't make all unintentional mistakes."
As soon as Fan Qinghe wrapped his arms around Ye Jingtang's chest, his movements were:
"Um?"
Ye Jingtang said frankly: "After beating Sima Yue that day, Miss Fan hugged my neck and cried. I am not a saint. I was really distracted at the time."
?
Fan Qinghe's red lips moved slightly, but he still didn't quite understand the meaning.
Ye Jinghao looked at each other calmly and continued:
"Last time at the inn in Yazhou, Ning'er suddenly came in. As a contemporary Wu Kuai, my eyesight reaction is very fast. When you move your body, I can actually react and look away in advance. But I didn't know it at the time.
No matter what I was thinking, I just didn’t move and just took a look..."
??
Fan Qinghe's eyes widened visibly, and embarrassment gradually appeared in his eyes. He also understood the meaning of Ye Jingtang in his heart - he had the ability to avoid misunderstandings due to accidents, but because he had thoughts about her, he just let it go.
Do it.
Why is he telling me this?
Fan Qinghe felt a little panicked. After thinking about it, he took his hand back and sat up a little straighter:
"You...you walked into the house that time and kissed me on purpose?"
Ye Jingtang quickly shook his head: "I did make a mistake when I kissed you at the new house. But the bed board was broken, so I picked you up. It was indeed a smooth move..."
Just go with your heart?
If you touch it on purpose, you touch it on purpose. It sounds so nice...
Fan Qinghe blinked his eyes and felt that the atmosphere was not right, so he lowered his head in silence and tried to tie the bandage and run away.
But as soon as she put her hands under her ribs, the man in front of her whispered in her ear:
"I kissed and touched, so it's not an unintentional mistake. I naturally take responsibility..."
Fan Qinghe's breath blew against his ears, and Fan Qinghe's whole body trembled. He quickly turned away a little and looked at the side face next to him:
"Who wants you to be responsible? Ye Jingtang, you...don't go too far. I have forgiven you many times..."
Ye Jingtang nodded slightly: "I know, that's why I'm telling you these. They are all adults, unmarried men and unmarried women. You can talk about these things openly. If you don't open your mouth, I don't know what Miss Fan means. Fan
The girl doesn’t know my attitude either, and the longer time passes, the more awkward it becomes, don’t you think?”
"..."
Fan Qinghe was completely panicked. Faced with the clear eyes in front of her, she dared not look at them. Her eyes flashed and she said:
"I am your elder. I came all the way to help you, and I also help you take care of your family..."
Ye Jingtang tilted his head and looked into Fan Qinghe's eyes:
"I've seen all this, so I thought of taking the risk. Do you like me?"
?!
Fan Qinghe was stunned by this straightforward question. She didn't even act like the Queen of the Winter Underworld. She came to the Wei Dynasty to help Ye Jingtang, and she didn't touch back or kiss back, just because...
Just what?
Fan Qinghe's heart was racing, and he was at a loss - if she was just for Dong Mingbu, should she be a good friend? Ye Jingtang had thoughts about her, and if she didn't like it, she should take a firm stand and make it clear. If she didn't touch her back, she wouldn't kiss her.
He retaliates, and secretly wonders why the Night Terror Hall didn't come, and what's going on?
like……
Fan Qinghe had never thought of this word. Ye Jingtang asked him directly. It was obviously not okay for her to say that she liked it.
But when she said she didn't like it, she didn't feel any conflict at all when they were both like each other. She was even worried that something was wrong with her, which made Ye Jingtang not interested in touching the house.
Judging from the current situation, even if she becomes pregnant in the future, she may have to comfort herself - just leave a piece of incense for the Qinchi tribe and live up to the friendship between the two races for generations...
When the time comes, if you forgive the child but don’t tell his father, you may still feel that you are very affectionate and righteous, and what you did is right...
Fan Qinghe felt something was not right with him, his eyes flickered, and he wanted to get up and hide.
Ye Jingtang pressed his shoulder and tilted his head to look into those eyes:
"Yes or no?"
"you……"
Fan Qinghe bit his silver teeth, mustered up his momentum and said:
"Why are you so thick-skinned?"
When Ye Jingtang saw that Fan Qinghe didn't answer directly, he stopped asking questions. He looked at the panicked eyes in front of him and slowly moved closer...
!!
Fan Qinghe's neck shrank slightly. Seeing his face getting closer and closer, shame and anger appeared in his eyes. He took out a silver needle from the leather armor on the back of his waist, pretending to stab the night terror hall:
"You... if you keep doing this, I will... just... ugh~"
After hesitating and failing to make a move, the result was that the lips met.
The room became quiet, except for two ragged breathing sounds.
Ye Jingtang slowly came closer and kissed her red lips smoothly without encountering any substantial resistance. There was a smile in her eyes. She raised her hand to hook her lower back and tilted her head to open her teeth.
"Woo..."
Fan Qinghe's face turned red, and he held the silver needle in his hand, trying to prick it or not, but it didn't have any deterrent effect. He opened his red lips slightly and tried to push away to talk, but in the end, Ye Jingtang was let in.
?!
Fan Qinghe didn't experience this last time. He wanted to bite Ye Jingtang, but he didn't dare to bite him. He twisted slightly twice but didn't move away. His body reacted better.
An indescribable feeling flooded into his heart, and Fan Qinghe felt dizzy. The hand that was originally pushing his shoulder lost strength for some reason.
Zizzi~
After a while, there seemed to be an extra hand on the skirt, and he was about to unbutton it...
?!
Fan Qinghe woke up for a while, and in a panic, he inserted the silver needle in his hand into the acupuncture point on his neck.
Ye Jingtang was originally helping Miss Fan relax her body, but as soon as the injection came in, her strength was gone and her whole body fell forward.
Thump~
Fan Qinghe was pinned down on the quilt by the dead man. He quickly raised his hands to prop up Ye Jingtang, turned it over and pressed it on the pillow. Then he quickly stood up and hugged the skirt of his clothes, his face flushed as red as blood:
"Night Terror Hall! You...how could you do this? Fortunately, I trust you so much..."
Ye Jingtang kept talking for three minutes, and he was put down only now. Don't believe these words of shame and anger, but he didn't say anything, he just lay on the pillow and looked ashamed:
"I was impulsive and couldn't help myself at the moment. I won't do it again. Please help me pull out the needle first. I promise not to move..."
Fan Qinghe didn't believe it at all, Ye Jingtang dared to be so direct. If she continued to be stupid and let it go, half an hour later, she would probably have to hold the quilt to wipe her tears, maybe even be coaxed, and then put the new clothes she bought
All put on...
Fan Qinghe was confused, ashamed and anxious. He didn't know what to do about the night terror, so he gritted his teeth and said:
"You just lie down and recuperate. If you dare to make a wrong idea again, it won't be as simple as stopping you next time. I...I'll go out to look for the wind and shout for a drink of water."
Just say it, Fan Qinghe closed the curtain and ran out of the door quickly.
Tap tap tap...
Ye Jingtang was lying on the pillow, seemingly weak and paralyzed, but when the footsteps came out, he raised his hand and pulled out the silver needle that sealed the Qi veins from his neck, shaking his head secretly and sighing...
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I can't get into the mood. It's too uncomfortable to hold back and write. Let's do less today.