Sealing Knife

Chu Xiwei was silent for too long, and Ye Fusheng recovered, thinking that he was pushing his nose against his face, and then twisted his shoulders away from his shackles, and turned and put on a robe to rush out of the door.

He was full of anxiety, thinking about using his own foot strength, probably to be able to run through most of the ancient city in half an hour, maybe he will meet Duanqing.

I thought very well, but Ye Fusheng's injury was beginning to heal, not to mention walking vigorously, even letting him out of this courtyard was a bit reluctant.

Chu Xiwei recovered when he pushed the door open, twisting his eyebrow and turning, he saw Ye Fusheng got up and stepped on the stone carving, but failed to walk away from the wind. Instead, his strength fell.

"Are you looking for death?" Chu Xiwei made a mistake in his footsteps, and firmly took the man in his arms, lest he fall back on the ground and fainted.

Ye Fusheng supported him and said: "A Yao, I must go to him, I must find him."

He was intrigued by the strange taste of the wine, wishing he could turn back in time, and return to the years when everything had not begun, but the most time was to leave no one, except to instinctively find the old man to explain the Bible Years of grief, I don't know what else I can do.

Chu Xiwei looked at him for a while and suddenly moved.

He stretched out his hooded cloak, covered his face with Ye Fusheng, and wrapped him like a large spring roll that had been blown away.

Without waiting for Ye Fusheng to struggle out of his head, Chu Xi slightly bent over his knees, his hands struggling to hug a tall and tall man, carrying light power to stand up, even lazy to walk down the tree all the way The eaves rushed towards the west gate.

Ye Fusheng was struck by this rather unhusband's posture, one Buddha was born and the other was ascended to heaven, but Chu Xiwei obviously did not listen to his wordy patience. When he just exposed his head, he frowned: "If you talk more, I will Throw you down. "

"... Ayao, the bigger you are, the less cute you are." Ye Fusheng sighed, and suddenly gave birth to a "children can't help mother" sigh, but shut up in a timely manner.

He really didn't say a word, and Chu Xiwei was a little sulky. He always felt a punch on the soft cotton, nowhere to relieve his strength, but he was even more sullen. It was just a thousand words that made a few rounds in his throat. After all, he didn't spit out a word. The two of them were silent for a while, and their footwork was faster. They didn't arrive at the Xicheng gate very soon.

Due to the recent changes in the water-cutting villas, everyone in Guyang City is self-defeating, and the mansion has to bite the bullet and deal with the coming and going martial arts people. This originally deserted Xicheng Gate also sent officers and soldiers to guard.

Chu Xiwei originally thought that the time to open the city gate had just arrived. Even if Duanqing took the carriage, he could not go far, but he did not expect that he came with Ye Fusheng, and only saw his subordinates disguised as grooms led the horse. Car, patrol in front of the city gate.

The car door was open and you could see the empty space at a glance. Chu Xi slightly lowered Ye Fusheng, frowning, and Shen Sheng asked, "What about people?"

The subordinate said: "The headmaster said that no carriage was needed and only Li Feng left. The subordinates intended to keep up, but he was so strange that he disappeared after a while out of the city."

Ye Fusheng finally pulled himself out of the cloak, and when he heard this sentence, he was suddenly struck by lightning.

He clenched his fists and his voice was hoarse: "How long has he gone? Did he say anything?"

The subordinate looked at him and Chu Xiwei, and then shook his head: "It has been an hour, I haven't said where I am going, but ..."

Chu Xi narrowed her eyes slightly: "But what?"

"The headmaster had asked his subordinates about the whereabouts of" Fei Luosha ", but his subordinates did not know it and told the truth."

Ye Fusheng's face was white, and he muttered, "Could it be ... he's going to the Burial Soul Palace?"

As soon as an idea came up, Ye Fusheng couldn't stand it anymore. He turned over and was about to mount it to chase it. He was still firmly held by Chu Xiwei.

This person rarely lost Fang Cun, but Chu Xiwei couldn't be more happy, he said coldly: "Where are you going?"

"He's gone to the Soul Palace ... A Yao, he can't go to the Soul Palace!" Ye Fusheng's eyes were bloodshot and his voice was hoarse with choking, "He can't go ... can't go!"

"Can you catch up with him with your present look?" Chu Xiwei recalled the brief meeting last night. With his skills today, he could not see the inner strength of the white-haired Taoist, "If he is also good at light skills , One hour is enough for him to go very far. Just because you are not stable now, do you want to chase him? "

Ye Fusheng's face was a disastrous defeat, and after a moment he barely raised the corner of his mouth: "Then ... I always have to chase it."

Chu Xi was very angry and smiled: "I went to chase you back then, did you turn around, did you turn around? Did I catch up?"

He was talking angrily, but looking at Ye Fusheng's red eyes at the moment, his thoughts returned inexplicably, a dryness in his chest was almost ignited like a flame, his hands in the sleeves were clenched into fists, and the back of his hand was bruised. Up.

"... I'm back." Ye Fusheng suddenly whispered in silence for a while.

Chu Xiwei was stunned, but Ye Fusheng didn't plan to talk anymore. His injury was not good. After standing in the cold wind for a while, he was already dizzy and could only bow his head to rub his forehead.

The anger was nowhere to be vented, and it was stopped by this whisper, and the head was filled with mist. Chu Xi took a deep breath twice. Fortunately, he was shot on the shoulder by one person, and came to his ear and asked: "Be calm, don't be angry. "

The visitor was Sun Minfeng. His eyes turned around Chu Xiwei and Ye Fusheng. He did not blend in humorously, wrapped his arms around, and picked up a sing-like wilderness tune: "The old man sent a family letter , Miss Yan Sijun, want to appeal to others, can Xianggong have a heartfelt glance? "

Ye Fusheng was awakened by this tone of speech. He looked at Chu Xiwei and asked subconsciously, "Are you married?"

Chu Xiwei: "... No!"

Angrily, he slapped Sun Minfeng with a slap, and walked toward the teahouse with a forehead of courtship. Sun Minfeng patted his chest, grabbed Ye Fusheng's sleeve, and smiled: "He has a few days of irritability every month. Don't be surprised. "

Of course Ye Fusheng would not let go of it with Chu Xi, but he just felt a little emotional: "It was a child who was so obedient, and he didn't know when he became so big."

Sun Minfeng seriously thought about it and said, "I don't remember when he was gassy, ​​only knowing that he will become more irritable every time he sees you."

Ye Fusheng touched his nose: "Probably I am not flattering."

Sun Minfeng narrowed his eyes, undecided, and turned to his subordinates: "You go to Er Niang and tell her to send someone to pay attention to the road along the road from Guyang City to Mi Zu Ling. If you meet the white-haired Taoist walking with Li Feng , Just managed to leave people. "

Under his leadership, Ye Fusheng glanced at Sun Minfeng's eyebrows, and looked subconsciously to the teahouse. Sure enough, he saw Chu Xiwei sitting impatiently on the second floor by the window and saw him. His eyes turned, and he snapped the window again.

I have n’t seen it in ten years, and I do n’t know who learned it from me.

Ye Fusheng couldn't help but smiled, and the depression and anxiety in his heart were diluted. Although Chu Xiwei would see him every time he saw him, his nose was not a nose or an eye, but it always made him happy.

For a moment of self-examination for establishing happiness on Chu Xi's irritability, Ye Fusheng followed Sun Minfeng to the teahouse. Chu Xiwei ordered a table full of melon and fruit snacks, but did not order tea, but let a pot of white water.

He looked cold, but peeled the melon seeds very carefully in his hand. With a slight squeeze between his fingers, the melon seed shells separated, revealing the yellowish fried seeds inside. Ye Fusheng and Sun Minfeng were below, but it took a while. The peeled melon seeds are already loaded with a small dish.

The two were seated, and Sun Minfeng smiled and said, "Thank you Master! I am my favorite ..."

He stretched out his hand and went to eat melon seeds, but Chu Xiwei didn't raise his head. Kung Fu was extremely fast in his hand. The left hand gently pushed the edge of the dish, and the small dish was pushed to Ye Fusheng.

Ye Fusheng's eyes have recovered, so with a glance, he can see that there are hundreds of seeds in this dish. He recalled that he teased small meatballs and said that he eats fruit without peeling, eating seeds without shelling. He just let the little emperor Sun of his own hand peel him a hundred melon seeds, and he only needs to move his mouth.

He lowered his eyes and Ye Fusheng didn't speak. He picked up the small dish and smelled the seeds. The cheeks bulged like a squirrel that only chewed hard, so that this handsome man showed a little childlike innocence at this moment. Chu Xiwei looked at him like this, the depression in his heart dissipated a little, his expression eased down, and he said to Sun Min, "What do you believe?"

Sun Minfeng didn't know any mentality, and he didn't avoid the outsider Ye Fusheng. He pulled out a folded letterhead paper from his arms. The paper was a pale pink that was quite wrapped up, and it was also folded into a triangle, with a light yellow wax. Hua, look like a private letter to Qinglang from her daughter's house.

Someone in Duanqing intercepted it, and Ye Fusheng was now more relaxed. When he saw it, he reappeared: "Let me guess. The beginning of this letter could be 'Don't be like a mad dream after a long time, and think every day is empty.' ? "

Sun Minfeng fell with a smile: "That's exactly what it said! Young Master Ye, I know very well!"

The two old and unscrupulous guys faced each other, and there was a feeling of mutual sympathy. Chu Xi was patient and tolerant, tearing off the wax flower mercilessly, unfolding the stationery and reading.

The letter was full of writing, all of which were untruthful chapters that I did not know from which drama. From the end, Chu Xi slightly frowned and looked at it, and finally saw a human word in the end——

Madam Jichen is approaching, Lan Chang runs away, looking for the old enemies, and then quickly rushes to bring him back into the valley, not to be slammed.

Seeing this sentence, Chu Xiwei not only had a headache, but even his teeth started to hurt.

Ye Fusheng looked funny when he looked bored, but when he saw that his brow was deeply locked, he felt a little bit distressed about him. He was inexplicably thinking: This kid used to cry and laugh, and his temperament came quickly, but he was never frank, let alone frowning, now what Has it become like this?

In the past ten years, how did he live in a place where he could not see?

The master of the Hundred Ghosts, who has a prominent identity on the rivers and lakes, what kind of days can he live?

Thinking like this, he couldn't help raising his hand to pull out the letter paper, and Chu Xiwei didn't stop him. After Ye Fusheng finished reading, he raised his eyebrows: "This is Lao Zhangren letting you catch the fiancee of the fugitive?"

Chu Xiwei: "... what do you think, she is only 13 years old!"

Ye Fusheng smiled more deeply: "Is that Tong Yang's wife?"

Sun Minfeng read enough jokes, in order to prevent someone from becoming angry and angry, and finally came out with compassion: "It is the granddaughter of our old master, now running away from home to do something that is not known to heaven and earth, even if the uncle is troublesome, She has to be taken back to her lesson. "

Ye Fusheng raised his eyebrows, Chu Xiwei's fingers tapped on the table, sneered: "She is not ignorant of the heights and thickness, she ate the bear heart leopard gall, it is going to turn the sky!"

"Only one and a half girls, what kind of flowers can be turned out?" Ye Fusheng shook his head and poured him a glass of water. "Come down first."

Chu Xi drank a glass of water, and her anger remained unresolved. "Remember Lu Mingyuan?"

Ye Fusheng thought back and said, "Lu Mingyuan of Sanmei Academy?"

"Duanshui Villa was overthrown at once, and some of the characters in the martial arts have come to Guyang City recently. Only he led his men to return ... You said, why?"

Ye Fusheng thought for a moment, and suddenly remembered that it was August, which allowed Lu Mingyuan to bow his head and pay guilty, but also to leave, only ...

"It's the autumn test!" Ye Fusheng's eyes flashed in a flash of light, "Nan Ru came out of the mountain?"