When the man wearing the blue bone mask woke up, Shen Chen was sitting by the window flipping through a thick medical book. When the window opens, the sun shines in, shining on the body with indescribable comfort.

So the stupid reader stretched out happily, and turned around to meet a pair of looking eyes.

“……”

It can be seen that this person is a master, otherwise how could he not have realized it when he woke up. Stupid reader thought to himself.

Putting down his hand, a very gentle smile appeared on his face, "Wake up, is there anything uncomfortable?"

Shen Chen originally thought that this kind of person who was very mysterious at first glance was generally very self-disciplined, and he would definitely shake his head and say that there was no discomfort or anything.

Unexpectedly, the person wearing the mask looked at him wrongly, and then nodded.

Stupid Reader: ...... Huh?

The man seemed to see Shen Chen's astonishment, and said, "The wound hurts. ”

Shen Chen twitched the corner of his mouth, "Oh, it's normal to hurt, if you want to get better quickly, you need to use useful medicine." This medicine is very useful, but it hurts a little. "As for why good medicine hurts, it belongs to Doctor Shen's bad taste.

The man nodded, indicating that he understood, and then began to stare at Shen Chen again.

Shen Chen was uncomfortable with him, and thought to himself, is there anything on my face? Seeing that this person was not interested in talking anymore, he had to ask, "I don't know what this brother is called?" He can't call someone "Mask Man", right?

The man paused, shook his head, and said, "Single Shadow." ”

Shen Chen hooked the corners of his lips, and he was as kind as a stream, "Brother Shadow, Shen Chen, is Shen Chen, it's ...... here Doctor. "Shen Chen is actually thinking about how to introduce himself, but he can't say that he is a closed disciple of Shen Shenyi, right?←_← will be beaten......

The man bowed his head and said, "Thank you." ”

Shen Chen knew that he was thanking him for saving his life, and waved his hand, "I'm in the third wing on the left, if you feel unwell, call me." After speaking, he was ready to leave, planning to go to see Han Muche.

Shen Chen felt that Ying Ru's substantial gaze had been fixed on his back, and he couldn't help but be a little guarded.

But I heard Ying suddenly speak, "On the way here, I saw a corpse that looked quite similar to Childe. ”

Shen Chen's hand pushing the door paused, and he turned back in surprise, "What did you say?"

The man's gaze was like a torch, and it really didn't look like a fake. "I only said what I saw and heard, and Childe can be trusted or not. ”

Shen Chen was speechless for a while.

"You say this so funny, could it be that the person who has been with me for the past half a year is a ghost?" A big grinning female voice sounded, and Shen Lin'er, who was going here, happened to hear Ying's words, and pushed open the door and retorted.

Ying's gaze was still looking at Shen Chen, noncommittal, "I said, Childe can choose to believe it or not." ”

"But I don't know, what kind of scene is quite similar to what Your Excellency said?" A voice as cold as jade sounded, and then a thin and slender figure appeared in the field of vision, landing quietly and silently, but speaking in a deep voice, and the breath around the body turned light but calm, which showed that the cultivation was good.

Ying frowned through the mask and said in a quiet voice, "The body shape, clothes, and hair accessories are all similar, but the face is not clear to see." ”

The body shape, clothes, and hair accessories are all similar, and no matter how you look at the face, there is a sense of wanting to cover it, and the air is a little dull for a while.

Instead, Shen Chen laughed, "Since it's similar, it's definitely not me." ”

"What do you think?" asked Han Muche as he washed the greens on his hands.

The person who was asked didn't care, shrugged his shoulders, and pouted, "What can I do, others say it's similar." Although it is strange to die on the way back and forth to Spring Valley, I have neither grudges nor hatred with people in my life, so what is there to worry about. ”

"Oh, no grudge, no hatred?" Han Muche raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

Shen Chen was dissatisfied, "Hey, what kind of expression do you have? Bai Nianqiu was the one who hurt you at the beginning, but you weren't me!"

Han Muche glanced at Shen Chen and asked, "How do you know that her target is me?" The great male protagonist was thoughtful, "Speaking of which, I think Shen Chen knows a lot about me. ”

Cold sweat oozed from the stupid reader's back, but a surprised expression appeared on his face, his eyebrows were twisted, and he said, "Why do you think that?"

Han Muche looked at Shen Chen's surprised expression with round eyes like a little rabbit and almost pricked up his ears, and only felt a burst of amusement. Coughed and suppressed a smile.

"What......" Seeing that Han Muche was smiling, Shen Chen's face darkened.

Holding a basket full of vegetables and walking to the kitchen with a black face, Shen Chen wondered bitterly whether the male protagonist's laughter would become stupid if it was getting lower and lower.

Han Muche followed up with the kitchen, watched Shen Chen wash his hands and raise his eyebrows, "What's the matter, the divine doctor doesn't cook today?"

Shen Chen stopped stirring the soup and wondered, "Again?"

Han Muche, "...... I can eat what you cooked with the doctor. Yesterday and the day before yesterday, you made it, right? Well, what you made is only a little better than Shen Shenyi. ”

"......" Shen Chen's face is even darker,! Lao Tzu's first fame!

Now that Ying has woken up, Shen Chen doesn't have to guard him anymore. After eating, Shen Chen found a bamboo sword and planned to practice it. The sword of the sunset cliff was broken, and Shen Chen never had another sword later.

Doctor Shen once said, "The so-called sword cultivation is not only the sword in the hand, but also the sword in the heart. "There is sword intent in the chest, and the natural sword shadow in the palm of the hand accompanies it. It's a pity that there are a few people in this world who can make a sword in their chest.

The reason why Shen Chen recognized Shen Baimu as his teacher, in addition to his peerless medical skills, was also because Shen Baimu was an eighth-level sword master who had once been dominant.

Twenty years ago, the sword master Shen Baimu's swordsmanship was the same, and twenty years later, there was no sword master of the year, but there was a Shen Shen Shen who had unparalleled medical skills.

Shen Chen once asked Shen Lin'er why her master no longer cultivated swords, Shen Lin'er's eyes widened at that time, with an expression of disbelief, "You ask me?

Shen Chen, "......"

Shen Lin'er said again, "But it's not that I don't know at all, my father once said that his right hand is useless and he can't use a sword." Shen Lin'er looked sad and said, "But I think it's good to do this, we have been staying in the valley, no one is bothering, and we can wear the red dress I want to wear!"

Shen Chen, "...... Actually, you can wear a red dress outside. ”

Shen Lin'er shook her head desperately, "Don't, it's very dangerous outside!" Shen Lin'er frowned, "Everyone who comes and goes back to Spring Valley is injured." Even you and Brother Han were like this when they first came...... I don't know if my father was ...... when he came to this valley."

Shen Chen was speechless by Shen Lin'er, so he had to touch her head comfortably.

His mind turned thousands of times, but he didn't stop, holding a beautiful sword flower, and a set of flowing fourth-level swordsmanship "Spring Water" danced between the white shadows.

The sword made of bamboo turned out a beautiful cyan arc, as if it was thawed from the freezing of winter, and the bubbling water flowed out from under the ice......

Shen Chen stopped breathlessly, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and frowned.

He has been practicing this set of sixty-four style swordsmanship for a full week, but he can't do it well, although at first glance there is no big problem, but if you look closely, there is a problem everywhere. For example, his speed is not fast enough, his momentum is not enough, and there is a sense of exhaustion in the back of the dance, so that the subsequent moves are not closely connected. If it is a real knife and a real gun, a second of hesitation can kill someone.

"What do you think?" Shen Chen said depressedly.

Han Muche sat on the stone on the side and commented mercilessly, "There is no posture, but the momentum is insufficient." ”

“…… Damn, you can't say anything nice. Shen Chen said helplessly.

Han Muche frowned, "I said it, I said that you have a good posture." ”

Shen Chen: "...... "Sister Ni, does that mean anything!?"

"Hey, I said," Shen Chen kicked the ground with his toes, "Do you want to learn swords?" He hadn't forgotten the fact that Han Muche secretly learned swords while taking martial arts classes in the novel.

Han Muche nodded, "I thought about it, but now I don't want to." ”

Shen Chen became interested, this is the rhythm of the heart-to-heart conversation! At the moment, he asked with interest, "Why did you want to, why don't you want to now?"

Han Muche looked at Shen Chen with an expectant expression, thought for a while, and said, "It turns out that I wanted to learn swords because I watched my mother dance the sword when I was a child, and I thought it was very good-looking." "The memory goes back to that snowy white afternoon many years ago, my mother was wearing a white coat, and her figure was about to blend in with the surrounding snow. The sword in his hand emitted bursts of cold light, and the long green silk danced with the sword light and drew one beautiful arc after another, and the corners of the mother's mouth were hooked, indescribably beautiful.

“…… And what about now?" Shen Chen asked again.

Han Muche glanced at Shen Chen and said, "Because I saw you dancing with a sword, I suddenly didn't want to learn." ”

"...... "Ni Mei!" Shen Chen gritted his teeth.

Han Muche rubbed Shen Chen's head in a good mood, just like Shen Chen rubbed Shen Girl.

Stupid reader: "Tut finally knows why Shen Maiden hates to be rubbed by him so much...... This feeling of being treated like a child orz......"

Han Muche curled the corners of his lips, because when he saw you dancing with a sword, he felt that he had found such a person. So I think it's good to have you...... Idiot.

"Anyway...... Why have I never seen you mention your father?" Shen Chen knew that there were some things he shouldn't ask, but he couldn't help it. Although he probably knew a little about Han Muche's life experience when he read the novel, Shen Chen didn't know where Han Muche's father had gone.

The corners of Han Muche's originally hooked mouth immediately drooped, "There's nothing to say, I don't have a father." "From the time he killed my mother, I didn't have a father. Han Muche's eyes flashed with pain.

How to say it, in Han Muche's memory, that person has always been an image of a devil. In the end, the person practiced so much that he went crazy, and put the sword that his mother was used to □□ his mother's chest, and the blood fell to the ground, and the man resigned from the position of the head of the Han family and left. And he fell into the hands of his successor Han Yuancheng and was tortured for more than ten years.

The hatred of killing his mother, the hatred of giving up his son, Han Muche can't wait to cut that person with a thousand knives.

He didn't remember any of that. But from the time Bai Nianqiu appeared, he began to think of some things intermittently. In the past six months, with the help of Doctor Shen of the Rejuvenation Valley, he gradually remembered a lot of things.

The more he thought about it, the more secretive Han Muche became, and the more he hated it.

A white dove, spinning lightly in the air, flapped its big wings and flew away.

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Imperial capital.

A bronze mirror with gold trim.

A handmaiden kneeling on the ground.

A slender figure wrapped in a white fox fur, with long green silk falling behind him.

The delicately outlined silver brazier baked warm coals, and the man sunk himself into the soft couch, as if he was terribly chilled.

The bronze mirror showed half of the man's face. White as jade, Danfeng's slender eyes are slightly raised, and her thin eyebrows are slender.

A voice with a cold smile sounded.

"Originally, you said that the girl was reliable, but now it doesn't seem to be very reliable. I think that girl is very interesting, why don't you die for her, huh?"

The voice is soft, and the tail is upturned, like a lover's whisper. The people who heard it opened their eyes in horror, and blood slowly oozed out of the seven orifices, and the death was not scary.

The man's expression was lazy from beginning to end, and his own maid stepped forward to drag the dead body away.

Ruyu's fingertips tapped, "Since you are not dead, it is better to bring people here, and this seat is easy to see." ”。