"Hey..."

"I don't call for hey."

"Qin... Lang..."

Su Yinhua always felt that this name was a little strange to shout, but when he thought about it, he didn't know what was strange.

"Qin Lang, when will she wake up?"

"The sun is going down, you should wake up at night, if you go to sleep, you will wake up tomorrow morning."

Although the young woman on the bed is not covered with fat powder, but the faint fragrance of the body is still curling, obviously it is often cultivated by the fragrance bath, Qin Lang sat on the small stool and bandaged the dagger wounds on his palms and arms, while smelling the women's incense in the room, he couldn't help but recall the days of practicing in the Tianshan Mountains.

The beauty lies on the couch, and the teenager makes tea.

In the past, every time Qin Lang returned to the cave after practicing martial arts, it was almost the same atmosphere.

But what is different from the current one is that if Qin Lang was injured because of his practice, a senior sister who doted on him too much always had to personally help him with medicine or something, and he couldn't stop him.

……

"Senior sister, it's okay..."

"No, eat a little longer."

"Tsk, saliva really can't replace potions..."

"Oh, senior sister is different, everyone under the mountain says that senior sister is an immortal, of course the immortal is full of treasures~... Hello~"

"But I hurt my finger, you ate in the wrong place..."

……

Many things can only be cherished when they are lost.

In the past, Qin Lang was troublesome with his senior sister, but now he is dealing with the wound alone, but he inevitably has a little nostalgia for the warmth of his senior sister.

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The sky was getting dark, and in the small granary hut, a lamp was like a bean, Qin Lang played with the tongs and extinguished the firewood under the rammed earth stove.

A few pieces of charcoal crackled occasionally, warming the hot water in the red clay oven, and there were a few crows outside the window from time to time, and the two little mares, one white and one purple, who were brought back by Qin Lang next to the house, snorted for a while...

Qin Lang sat in front of the fire, listening to these only embellishments in the quiet night, but it was also a little comfortable.

"Qin Lang..."

"Say."

"You're going to sit like this all night..."

"I have to guard, you are injured, and your guards are also asleep, what if someone from the Blood Knife Gate comes?"

"They all say... It's not a guard..."

Su Nuxia muttered twice, but she didn't refute it seriously, and secretly looked at Qin Lang's side face for a while by taking advantage of the dim light in the room:

"Qin Lang, where are you from?"

"I am a local, living in the mountains and forests a little outside Jianping County, without parents, I was raised by my senior sister since I was a child, and I learned a little boxing."

Qin Lang explained everything Su Yinhua wanted to ask at one time, whether it was true or false, he told Xuan Ran before that he was raised by his mother, and now he simply said that he was a senior sister.

"What about you?"

Qin Lang tilted his head and looked at Su Yinhua with some playfulness:

"The heroine claims to be from the capital, isn't it the fairy girl who came down from Wuliang Mountain?"

"Does it have to be a fairy girl when you come from the capital? Moreover, the fairy girls are all wearing Taoist robes, no matter how ruthless the Blood Knife Sect is, it is only the last of the twelve sects that are outdated, how dare they provoke the people of the three sects? … Oh yes. ”

When Su Yinhua said this, he suddenly thought of something, and blinked and seriously suggested to Qin Lang:

"Qin Lang, you don't actually need to keep vigil, this place is already within Jianping County, and the counties of Qingzhou have been protected by the Tianhe Sect ten years ago, and the Blood Knife Gate will only dare to rob at most, and the territory of the three sects will definitely not dare to mess around."

"It's hard to say, in addition to Tianhe Sect and Wuliang Mountain, isn't the Zen Temple in Yunzhou also one of the three sects, it is said that when the first emperor, there were several monks who were killed by thieves in Yunzhou."

Qin Lang raised a chestnut, but Su Yinhua shook his head:

"It's different, you also said that it was a thief, those who don't know are fearless, at that time, the Zenzhen Temple sent a guard King Kong, and the next day he overtook all the 100 little thieves. Looking at the Blood Knife Gate up and down now, it is rumored that there are only twenty or thirty people in total, which is not as good as the little thief, but they know the power of the three sects. ”

"Regardless, it's always right to be careful."

Qin Lang knew in his heart that the Blood Knife Sect had reappeared in the rivers and lakes after ten years, and it should be just a passing move to do the old business of robbing the Dao, and the real reason was eighty percent related to Xue Gui's death.

Whether they will avenge the master of the door is what Qin Lang worries the most.

If these people want to avenge Xue Gui, then Qin Lang is not afraid of thieves stealing, and he is always afraid of being remembered by thieves.

After all, it was impossible for Qin Lang to stay in Jianping County for the rest of his life in order to avoid them.

"The silver bottle..."

“？”

"Uh... Su Woman..."

Qin Lang originally wanted to get close, but obviously the heroine didn't have this mood, her pretty face was flushed, and she immediately stared at Qin Lang with vigilant eyes.

"I want to ask, how did you get intercepted and killed by the Blood Knife Gate at that time?"

"We... At that time, I rode well on the official road, but Sumire's eyes were very sharp, and she found that there were a few tripping ropes on the road, so we stopped our horses, who knew this stop, only to be ambushed by the Blood Knife Gate, and a lot of fist-sized sandbags were thrown down on the dirt slopes on both sides in an instant, filled with ecstasy and the like, and our ability to resist also plummeted, and it was Sumire who fought to the death to protect me and escape with difficulty..."

When Su Yinhua said this, he looked at the girl sleeping beside him, his eyes were red, and his face was melancholy and afraid:

"The red horse she was riding had her legs cut off, and I thought she was dead... Luckily, she took a horse and fled..."

"These little guys actually smashed them directly with medicine, no wonder..."

Qin Lang touched his chin and nodded slowly:

“… The blood knife master is probably the strength of an ordinary martial artist, and his disciples are all martial artists, and he relied on a demonic blood knife to make a name for himself in the rivers and lakes, it stands to reason that Gu Jin's strength can kill a hundred, but he was ambushed and drugged..."

"A hundred?"

Su Yinhua was stunned, looked at the girl, and then looked at Qin Lang:

"Sumire, she... Is it so powerful? ”

"You don't know your own bodyguard?"

"She's usually... I can't find her when I'm fine, but when something happens, she always shows up with me in time to talk to... Follow..."

"Like a ghost?"

"Don't talk about Sumire!"

“……”

Qin Lang's eyelids drooped, looking at the beautiful woman with bulging pink cheeks and a positive face of "calf protection", he couldn't cry or laugh:

"So, you've never seen her kill a few people, and you don't have any idea of what she occasionally shows, right?"

"Uh-huh, yes."

"As a personal guard, I am really professional enough, and I deserve to be trained in the palace..."

"Palace... Well? ”

Su Yinhua was stunned, and Qin Lang was stunned:

"Woman, you don't have to hide it, in fact, you don't do anything to hide it, you wear a luxurious dress, with a pear knife, plus your little white mare, which is also a carefully selected Xirosian breed in ten thousand, with the name of "riding a fragrant crotch", it is the most suitable horse for women to ride in the world, and it cannot be owned by non-rich and noble families. ”

The so-called [riding a fragrant crotch] is actually a name made up by Qin Lang, but it is true, it is said that a woman who rides this kind of little mare will not ride her ass black.

Some young ladies and ladies of rich and noble families, because of their martial arts, especially their internal strength, are not very good, and they are most afraid of riding black, so they will buy this kind of expensive mount with a lot of money.

Of course, those who have kung fu, especially those who have a good foundation of internal strength, or good women who practice light skills, don't have to worry about this.

For example, the dagger girl Gu Jin, Qin Lang believes that no matter what horse she rides or how many times she rides, it should be white and tender.

"It turns out... You've known all of this for a long time..."

"Not only me, but anyone who has a little knowledge, should be able to see that your identity is not easy to mess with, Gu Jin must also know this, deliberately did not remind you, I think it is also for your safety, I hope that the people in the rivers and lakes who are interested in it will not make up their minds about you."

But obviously, the Blood Knife Gate, which has been fighting in Qingzhou in the western border of the Great Zhou Dynasty for a long time, does not have this vision.

It's hard to say if the owner of the door is, anyway, the younger brother is like this.

"As for which prince and minister you are from, if you don't want to say, I won't ask."

"Why...?"

"Why can."

Qin Lang chuckled twice:

"A glass of wine in the red dust, a pot of tea for a thousand years...... In fact, Su Nuxia is right, being in the rivers and lakes is the children of the rivers and lakes, meeting in Pingshui, acquaintance is fate, why bother to get to the bottom of it. ”

“……”

“？ What are you looking at me for? ”

"No... Nope..."

After listening to Qin Langyun's indifferent narration of many things, Su Yinbei stared at him a little stunned, and after a moment of silence, he raised his eyes again, looking at the silhouette of the young man who had saved himself and Sumire in contemplation by the stove, and suddenly spoke after a long time:

"You put the lights out."

The lights were turned off, and in the night, only a faint moonlight poured through the windows.

Qin Lang thought that Su Yinhua was going to sleep, but a soft voice suddenly sounded in his ears:

"Qin Lang..."

"Huh?"

"I am the county lord of the emperor's title, called Qingli."

“？？？”

The sudden information made Qin Lang a little confused, but he called Su Yinhua twice more, but the other party was silent.

"Lord Qingli..."

If I'm not mistaken, Qin Lang learned from the storyteller that this is the sister of the current empress, right...?

So he... This is the sister who saved the emperor?

Qin Lang's mood became a little complicated for a while, but in the end, it turned into a helpless wry smile.

This stupid county lord...

I really dare to confess to myself...

……

However, from the fact that she wanted to come out and explore the rivers and lakes, Qin Lang could also see that Su Yinhua was not a woman who liked to sit back and enjoy wealth, let alone a woman who was good at calculating and scheming.

is in a high position and a woman, in fact, many things are a little involuntary.

Now this encounter can be regarded as experiencing life and death.

People who have experienced life and death will have a thorough understanding of some things nine times out of ten.

Qin Lang looked at Su Yinhua, although it was not like this, but in this situation, revealing his identity to his life-saving benefactor and dish, it could be regarded as a kind of enlightened emotional venting.

In this way, Qin Lang can also understand.

……

Qin Lang sat alone by the fire for an unknown amount of time, until a certain moment he found that Su Yinhua, the lord of Qingli County, had lifted the quilt a little, so he got up and sat on the edge of the bed to help her re-fold the quilt.

“……”

The moonlight is light, I have to say, look at her when you calm down at night, Su Yinhua's posture is really worthy of the national color and fragrance, and her beauty is definitely comparable to that of her senior sister.

Of course, when it comes to temperament, the senior sister has a fairy flavor when she gets serious.

And the one in front of him, although he is not dusty, is the grace and beauty of the red earthly family, and the kind of stupid simplicity, which is enough to make people excited.

And then there's her pair of jade feet.

Qin Lang looked at the pair of delicate and delicate, he didn't have time to appreciate them during the day, but now taking advantage of the moonlight, he felt that the county lord's feet were lined like porcelain and jade.

Qin Lang looked at it for a long time, and he couldn't help but reach out and want to pinch one of the soft toes, but as soon as his fingers were closed, he heard a cold voice sound in the night.

"What are you doing..."

“？！”