Chapter Eighty-Four: Someone Is Good at It, and His Guts Are Fat

Qian He also chased out, Chu Yun is a magician, he is also a magician, and naturally he has solved it, Chu Yun controls the spell of Jing Evil Acupoint. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Jing Xie felt that he had strength in his body, and immediately pushed Chu Yun away, pushed Lao Yuan in one fell swoop, and then pulled Qian He, who could be regarded as a life-saving benefactor, and ran away.

It just so happens that Qian He has saved her a few times before, and she has always misunderstood him, and she has not officially apologized. Ran all the way to a small bridge in Kyoto City, and ran most of the city, Jing Xie gasped and leaned against the bridge railing.

Qian He wiped her sweat with his sleeve, and was disgusted: "Didn't you learn kung fu well?" Be careful that in the future, if you are surpassed by other outer disciples, the master will not accept you as an apprentice. ”

This sentence seems to sound awkward on such an occasion, but it is unusually familiar.

Jing Xie looked at him: "How do you know what my senior brother often says to me, you are from the Xiaoyao Gate?" ”

No, he is a disciple of the priest Garo, how can he be a member of the Loose Gate?

Qian He looked at her with a look of expectation: "You can't remember?" ”

Jing Xie glared at him back: "We have met in Xiaoyao Gate before?" ”

Qian He pulled his lips and smiled, walked to the bridge, and slashed his fingers with the knife on his body. Blood dripped in the river, gradually forming a painting.

Qian He didn't speak, just leaned on the railing of the bridge and looked under the bridge.

Jing Xie was curious and followed suit.

That, it turned out to be when I was a child.

Jing Xie: "When we were children, we really knew each other? ”

Qian He nodded: "Those are my memories." ”

Chu Yun is a magician, and Qian He is also a magician, but Chu Yun's gentleness and elegance are in the eyes of outsiders, and if you are familiar with it, you will find that it is cynical and arrogant.

And Qianhe's gentle and elegant is that his eyes are very gentle and gentle, like a warm lake in winter, and his whole body is more civilian, making people easily approachable.

And he wears some dark-colored clothes, and there is a knife diagonally behind his back, which is not as rough as the Northern Desert people have always had, and his eyes are gentle, but there is still a generosity in listening to his speech and tone.

has a kind of broad-mindedness, which is like Chu Yun, who is stingy at every turn, spends him an extra penny every month, eats him an extra steamed bun every night, and will shout: "Buy it again, I'm almost out of money, eat it again, eat it poorly, what if I don't have money to buy a charcoal stove?" ”

Really, sometimes I see him ordering a big table of dishes, and I can't finish it, so I just put it there, and I haven't seen him feel distressed.

Pouting depressedly and flattening her lips, even she didn't realize that when she had ever been so interested in a person, she looked at the memories below, and slowly all kinds of feelings came to her heart.

When he was five years old, he had just learned to read and write with his uncle, and he held a book and spelled it out according to it: "Shang Xie,"

Passing by under a peach blossom tree, suddenly the master on the side exclaimed, and saw a little doll lying in swaddling clothes on the ground, pink and tender, with bubbles in her mouth, which was very funny.

Then he saw a thief light in his master's eyes, and looked around at the surroundings where no one was paying attention, and he ran away with a bag of sleeves and a light hand. He chased after him, shouting 'Master, Master' all the way.

Until he was out of breath and chased to the courtyard where several uncles lived in Xiaoyaomen. At that time, the master was not yet in charge, and most of the men were in the Xiaoyaomen, and several uncles were very surprised to see the master come back with a female baby.

The shopkeeper glanced at it and sighed that it was a tacit acquiescence.

Therefore, since he was very young, he watched her grow up little by little, and when she was a child, Jing Xie was very clingy, ranking ninth among the inner disciples of Xiaoyaomen, also known as Jiujiu.

When he was young, he was playful and lively.

Jing Xie was lying on the railing of the bridge, his eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of the scene on the river, and suddenly remembered that it was what Qian He said before, it was his memory.

Jing Xie clutched his chest and sighed, fortunately, he didn't get distracted or missed.

But when you look at that picture closely, there are lively banquets, banquets, and heroes wearing various styles of green shirts, as well as a high platform similar to a conference speech.

But a person suddenly jumped out of the high platform, with red eyes, and a black, black, and red aura came out behind him, and then the picture turned to a banquet, a little girl with two buns, staring at a pair of eyes, big. He tried his best to cover his mouth and maintain his composure.

Trembling all over, the people at the banquet jumped towards the crazy people in the ring one by one. A boy older than he drew his dagger from his waist, pulled her and ran.

The pictures are so similar, but I can't remember the slightest, until I ran to a corner, there was a pile of straw next to it, the girl tripped over something, and then there were knives, swords, and the sound of various weapons behind her, and the boy who was originally pulling her to run saw her fall and was about to pull her up.

A sword with internal force came straight at the girl's back, and the boy didn't want to block it with his short sword, but another palm wind from the air above hit the side.

Everything was so familiar, as if it had dawned on him, and the boy gradually lost his movement and lay on top of the girl. Just like the occasional dream in the past, noisy and noisy, a sword stabbed at her, she closed her eyes in fright, but her body was heavy, and a person helped her block it, and her eyes were blood-red.

It turned out that the blood was red because she thought that the man was blocking the sword for her, and the heart-rending pain in the dream at that time, she looked back at him: "This is your memory?" ”

Qian He had already soothed all his emotions, breathed a sigh of relief at that memory, and nodded: "After that, I was taken away by my mother and cultivated for half a year, because I could no longer practice martial arts, so I spent a lot of money and used multiple relationships to worship the priest of Garo.

In fact, before, when you were seven years old, I blocked a sword for you, and I also received a slap. ”

When he said it, he was still smiling. It's like saying something very common.

Jing Xie's eyes widened, pretending not to know, not looking at him, but holding back his voice, Yun was light: "You are?" ”

Qian He put away the mirror image on the surface of the river, and his voice was a little deep and cold: "I used to be the second among the disciples of Xiaoyaomen. ”

Outside, Chu Yun kept chasing behind, constantly being disturbed by Qianhe's phantoms and enchantments all the way, he set one, he broke one, but the bell on his waist rang.

After a while, a person followed the sound of the bell and chased after him: "Report to protect the law, Gongzi Yin Sheng suddenly rebelled, called from the southeast, and has already attacked Cangling." ”

Chu Yun glared at him back: "You haven't hit Kyoto again, and the court is not in a hurry, why are you in a hurry?" ”

"But the imperial court, the imperial court guardian law came to bring people and horses this time, and they are watching the action of the law. ”

Those who came to pay their respects were vigilant and cautious. The master seems to be in a bad mood today, and he is hesitating whether to leave. Chu Yun suddenly turned around: "Just tell the people in the court, I don't care." ”

A pair of eyes looked calm in the night, and there was a kind of anger under that calmness. On the contrary, eating him, drinking him, and playing with him every day, he still dares to run?