Sunset.

Knowing that the plane trees are still on the side of the road, they are noisy.

Passers-by were sweating.

The air is still full of hot and dry breath.

With a hint of coolness, the evening breeze blew in from the mouth of the alley, and lifted the girl's jet-black hair and pale green skirt under the corner of the wall.

The girl stood there with a cold face holding her sword.

She looked at the opposite wall, motionless.

I don't know if I didn't notice the sound of his footsteps when he walked closer, or if I deliberately pretended not to hear it.

Luo Qingzhou stopped in front of her, stared at her beautiful and cold face for a while, and suddenly said, "This girl, ask you about someone." ”

The girl's dark eyelashes trembled, and her eyes were still looking at the other side coldly, ignoring him.

Luo Qingzhou said: "I heard that there is a little girl in the Qin Mansion, who is very cute, and she is a master of using swords. I also heard that she also has a very good-looking and talented uncle. Do you know what their names are? ”

The girl's gaze finally looked at him.

Luo Qingzhou looked at her, and said with surprise on his face: "Girl, you look so cute, I think you must be much cuter than the little girl in the Qin Mansion." Do you also have a better-looking, more talented uncle? ”

The girl's eyes were cold and she raised her hand.

Luo Qingzhou subconsciously covered his eyes.

A hint of coldness fell on the cheeks.

The girl's slender fingers, twitching lightly on his cheeks, seemed to be searching for something.

Luo Qingzhou put down his hand and glanced at her again, Fang raised his hand to take off the mask on his face, touched his face and said, "Sure enough, you also have a good-looking uncle." ”

After speaking, he took off the black suit on his body, put on a wide Confucian robe, and transformed into a beautiful young man with a graceful demeanor.

"Chanchan, is my uncle good-looking?"

Luo Qingzhou asked.

Xia Chan didn't speak, her eyes looked at the back of his hand.

Luo Qingzhou raised his hand, stroked the crack on his fist and said, "It's okay, it's just a small injury, it'll be fine in two days." ”

Xia Chan stared at those wounds, was silent for a while, and then said, "Need, can I help?" ”

Luo Qingzhou was about to say no, but suddenly nodded again: "Yes." Chanchan, you can help me apply some medicine when I go back later, and then help me grind ink, okay? ”

Xia Chan looked up at him, her dark and clear eyes were full of coldness: "I, what I'm talking about, killing." ”

Luo Qingzhou looked at her, was silent for a moment, and said softly, "No." Chanchan, some people, I need to do it myself, those people are too dirty, they will dirty your little hands. ”

Xia Chan clenched the sword in her hand, looked at him with dark and clear eyes, and said in a low voice: "Chanchan, don't be afraid of dirty ......"

There was a wind blowing from the mouth of the alley.

The girl's sideburns are green, her eyelashes tremble slightly, and her pure and fragrant breath fills the air.

The thin body and pretty appearance are like the first flowers, green and moving.

Luo Qingzhou couldn't help but feel a sense of pity in his heart, raised his hand, wanted to hug her, hesitated, put his hand down again, and said, "Let's go, go home." If you're not afraid of getting dirty, just help your uncle study ink. ”

The sun sets on the horizon, and the sky turns red.

The two returned to the house, one after the other, and entered the Meixiang Garden.

Qiu'er and Fluttershy, who were dusting the hallway, closed their mouths again when they saw him come back and looked at the figure behind him.

Qiu'er immediately put down the rag, picked up the basin, and said to Fluttershy, "Uncle, the slave and Fluttershy went to Sister Peach, and will come back later." ”

Fluttershy hurriedly ran into the kitchen, looked at the food, and then ran out and said, "Childe, the food is hot, you can eat it with Sister Xia Chan." ”

After saying that, the two little girls immediately packed up their things and went out.

Looking at the closed courtyard door, Luo Qingzhou turned his head and said, "Chanchan, look, everyone is afraid of you." When they saw you coming, they all fled, lest you stab them with your sword. Will you be able to keep smiling and stop smiling in the future? ”

Xia Chan held the sword and looked at him with a cold face: "I, only stab, bad guy." ”

Luo Qingzhou raised his eyebrows and said, "Then do you think my uncle is a bad person?" ”

Xia Chan said coldly: "Yes." ”

Luo Qingzhou's eyes suddenly darkened: "Chanchan, where is my uncle broken?" Speak with your conscience. When you fell into the water, was your uncle desperate to jump down to save you? You got lost on the night of wind and thunder, isn't it your uncle'......"

Xia Chan didn't listen to him repeat again, and went directly up the steps and into the house.

Luo Qingzhou stopped talking and followed.

Xia Chan walked to the door of the study, and was about to bend down to take off her shoes, Luo Qingzhou immediately walked up and squatted down and said, "Chanchan, my uncle will help you take it off." ”

As he spoke, he hugged her feet, helped her take off her shoes gently, and took the opportunity to touch her delicate little feet in snow-white socks.

Xia Chan's eyes narrowed and clenched her fists.

Luo Qingzhou hurriedly helped her take off the other one, stood up and said, "Chanchan, my uncle has something I want to show you later, come in." ”

As he spoke, he pushed open the door for her.

Xia Chan glanced at him coldly again, and Fang entered the room.

Luo Qingzhou secretly wiped a handful of sweat, took off his shoes, walked in, and closed the door.

Xia Chan walked to the window and pushed it open.

The fragrance of flowers in the courtyard came to my nose.

The sunset on the horizon is like a brocade, leaving the last beauty of dusk.

Luo Qingzhou took out the pitch-black wooden stick from the storage bag, waved it with a "swish", pointed to her back and said, "Chanchan, come and see this stick, it's black and hard." ”

Xia Chan stood in front of the window, looking at the sunset in the sky, and for a moment, she seemed to be distracted and ignored him.

Luo Qingzhou took a step closer, raised his stick and said, "Chanchan, my uncle is going to poke you from behind." ”

As he spoke, seeing that she still didn't react, he stepped forward and poked lightly at her slender waist and hair hanging there.

Xia Chan came back to her senses and turned to look at him.

Luo Qingzhou shook the pitch-black wooden stick in his hand and said: "Chanchan, when this wooden stick is thrown hard, the front will become thicker, and it looks like it is made of ordinary wood, but obviously it is not, when you hit the stone hard, it will not leave any traces." You draw your sword and try it to see if you can cut it.

Xia Chan glanced down and pulled out the sword in her hand with a "bang".

Before Luo Qingzhou could react, the sword had already fallen on his wooden stick, and with a "clang" sound, fireworks splashed everywhere.

"Click!"

The sound of breaking sounded.

A piece of something broke off and fell to the ground.

Luo Qingzhou froze for a moment, thinking that the wooden stick in his hand had been cut off, and when he was in a daze, he suddenly realized that something was wrong, and after a closer look, what fell on the ground turned out to be half a sword!

He was startled and looked up.

The girl stood in front of the window in a daze, and only half of the sword in her hand remained......

Luo Qingzhou: "......"

There was silence in the room.

Deathly silence.

Xia Chan held the remaining half of the sword in her hand, and after being stunned for a long time, her eyes began to redden.

Tears began to glisten in her eyes, her mouth flattened slightly, and then, slowly, she raised her head and looked at him.

"Right...... Sorry ......"

The corners of Luo Qingzhou's mouth twitched, and he was at a loss.

Of course, he knew what this sword meant to this girl.

He had known her for so long, and it was rare for him to see the sword leave her hand, even when she slept, he would hold it under the covers.

This sword was more than just a cold sword to her.

It is a friend who has always been with her, a relative who has always given her a sense of security, and the most precious thing that will never leave her.

But now, it broke, shattered by the black, ugly stick he had taken from somewhere......

Looking at the girl's tearful eyes and the aggrieved appearance with a flat mouth, he was so distressed......

"Chanchan...... I was wrong......"

He apologized again, but he paled even to himself.

He dropped the stick in his hand, walked over, didn't dare to face her eyes with tears, bent down, picked up the broken blade on the ground, stroked it, and suddenly his heart moved.

He hurriedly threw the broken sword on the ground, and then took out the golden phoenix sword given to him by the eldest princess from the storage bag, handed it to her, and said, "Chanchan, this sword is for you." Don't cry, don't blame your uncle, okay? ”

The golden phoenix sword given by the eldest princess represents supreme power and glory.

But for him, it couldn't even compare to a tear of the girl in front of him.

He doesn't care about these things.

All he cares about is a living person, a girl who once fought side by side with him, lived and died, and gave him all her trust.

Xia Chan didn't take the sword in his hand, bent down, picked up the broken sword on the ground, wiped the tears in her eyes with her sleeve, and walked out of the room.

Luo Qingzhou held the sword and froze in place, wanting to speak, but for a while, he didn't know what to say.

Footsteps went out the door and disappeared into the courtyard.

He stayed where he was for a long time, Fang sighed and put away the sword in his hand.

He looked at the wooden stick on the ground, and when he was stunned, a low voice suddenly came from the window: "I don't blame you......"

When Luo Qingzhou turned his head to look, the thin and slender figure had already held the broken sword, walked into the courtyard, and soon went out and disappeared.

He stayed for a long time, Fang sighed, walked over, picked up the pitch-black wooden stick, and took a closer look.

There were still no traces left on the sticks.

A stick is a good stick, but he's not a good man.

Chanchan is right, he is a bad person and always makes her angry.

It's okay now, I made her cry today, how to clean it up?

I thought about it in my study for a while.

He decided to go to the Spirit Cicada Moon Palace to plead guilty.

If he doesn't go, he promises that the girl from Bailing will come to question him angrily later.

He's got to make amends.

I don't know if the sword can be bought outside.

He still has 100,000 gold coins here, as well as a demon pill, I don't know if it's enough.

Thinking all the way.

Soon came to the Cicada Moon Palace.

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