Qin Lang had never done a vigil before, and he had always followed natural standards in the sky, working at sunrise and resting at sunset.

Occasionally waking up in the middle of the night, I was either woken up by urine, or I was woken up by the sneaky senior sister next to me in some strange way.

Therefore, Qin Lang's vigil on the first day of saving Su Yinhua and the two was actually the first vigil in his life.

……

As soon as the sky was white, the first rooster in the city crowed, Qin Lang was not used to it, so he still found some thatch and took a nap at the end of the bed.

This sleep is an hour.

When Qin Lang woke up, the morning mist had just dispersed.

There is a thin blanket on his body that someone has put on him.

There was a slight movement in the room, Qin Lang leaned against the corner of the wall and stretched his waist, and raised his eyes to see that in front of the small earthen stove at the other end of the room, a girl in black was adding firewood to boil water.

And on the bed, a beautiful woman was sitting cross-legged on the bed, with green silk in a bun and jade hands pinching, because the blood on her face was obviously much better than yesterday, and the whole person looked more delicate and colorful.

"Do you still insist on practicing when you're injured?"

Qin Lang's voice was sleepy, and he said hello.

The woman on the bed opened her eyes and saw the faint smile on Qin Lang's face, and a "he is so good-looking" association first flashed in her mind, and then she realized that her identity didn't seem to be so "casual", and after clearing her throat, she said softly:

"I also just woke up, so I simply ran down my mind... Qin Lang, thank you for your hard work. ”

"Hey, it's okay."

Don't say it, listening to this kind of little woman calling her name in a gentle tone, Qin Lang also inexplicably feels like to listen to it, there is always something that can't be said... Sense of well-being.

"How's your body?"

"It's okay, it was a little hot last night, and now it's a little bit of a place on my body... It's a little sour, itchy..."

"Huh? Where are they? ”

"It's just..."

Su Yinhua squinted at a certain girl who was silently boiling water in the room, and after lowering her voice, her pretty face was slightly hot:

"It's you yesterday... Those holes you've clicked... Occasionally it itches or something..."

"Have you rubbed it?"

"I didn't have it at first, but I didn't hold back later, so I rubbed it..."

"The result?"

"The more I rub it, the more itchy it gets, until it's dawn, and I'll practice for a while..."

"This is normal, and it is like this during the recovery period, but it is easy to rub the wound out of the problem...... In this way, next time you don't rub it yourself, find me when it's itchy, and I'll help you order it again. ”

“……”

"Uh... Don't worry, don't order the previous ones, and order other places, which is also to promote the recovery of the body. ”

……

Having said that, there is a saying that the speaker has no intention of the listener.

When the two of them were "shushing the cold and asking for warmth" on one side, someone sitting in front of the earthen stove on the other side always felt that something was wrong with the words of Mrs. and Shaoxia.

I don't know what's wrong, it's some... I don't really want to hear it.

And it just so happens that Gu Jin actually has something she wants to hear now.

This is also why, after Qin Lang woke up, she kept quietly pricking up her ears.

……

"By the way, there's something going on."

Qin Lang spoke again, and Gu Jin, who was sitting in front of the stove, turned a piece of firewood again and again, obviously not thinking about boiling water.

And Qin Lang looked at himself, I don't know who when, while he was sleeping, he covered him with a thin quilt, his heart warmed, and he smiled and looked at Su Yinhua, who was wearing shoes and socks:

"Thank you."

I have to say that Qin Lang is really the type that is more affinity when he laughs, Su Yinhua's cheeks were red, and his apricot eyes blinked twice:

"Thank me for what..."

"It's nothing, just thank you for the fate of the meeting."

If you don't admit it, forget it.

Qin Lang could understand Su Yinhuagui's reserve as the county lord, although he was just secretly covering a quilt.

Bang!

“？”

However, for some reason, at this time, a girl who was boiling water in front of the stove suddenly threw the tongs, stood up with a calm face, and walked out of the house.

"Sumire, where are you going?"

“……”

Miss Sumire stopped, turned her head and glanced at Qin Lang coldly, she didn't want to talk to him at all, and continued to walk outside the house.

Syllable!

By the way, he shook the door a little harder.

“……”

Qin Lang looked at Su Yinhua in confusion, and Su Yinhua, who was also a little confused, could only apologize:

"Sumire hasn't been very kind to see the living, don't you care...... But don't look at her lack of words, her mind should be as sensitive as an ordinary little girl, joy, anger, sorrow or something, there may always be a time when she needs to vent suddenly. ”

"Hmm."

Qin Lang nodded slowly:

"I talked to her for a while last night, and I can really feel some..."

Su Yinhua was surprised when he heard this:

"You talked to her last night?"

"That's right."

"Did she talk a lot?"

"It's not much, it's just a dozen sentences, and it's like an abacus bead, jumping out one or two words."

“……”

Qin Lang didn't know that Su Yinhua was actually quite surprised by this.

After all, when he was in the capital mansion, a month combined, Su Yinhua might not be able to hear Gu Jin make up more than a dozen words.

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"Woman, you can actually consider going to the inn to live, it's much more comfortable than here."

"No, there are a lot of people in the city... I think it's pretty good here. ”

……

It's just a saying that there are too many people and miscellaneous eyes, to put it bluntly, it is actually that Su Yinbei has just experienced a catastrophe, and a quiet place like Qin Lang where there are few people can make her feel more at ease.

……

"Okay, then I'll go to the city to buy some rice vegetables, you and Sumire can walk around, and in the next few days, you can go around the city, stroll, listen to books or something... Oh no. ”

Qin Lang thought for a while:

"Don't listen to the book."

"Why?"

Su Yinhua is still interested, my sister likes to listen to books and read essays or something, and Su Yinhua is somewhat familiar.

"Uh... Local storytellers aren't very serious. ”

“？”

"It's not very elegant."

“？？？”

"Anyway, it's better not to listen, there's nothing good to hear."

The county lord on the bed tilted his head blankly, and Qin Lang suddenly wanted to stuff a sugar gourd or something into her mouth, it might look even more cute.

Squeak –

Pushing open the door, Qin Lang looked around and saw a certain girl leading two horses to graze under the locust tree.

As an assassin's personal guard, she seemed to hear the movement of the door opening from a distance and glanced back.

Qin Lang raised her arm, and as soon as she waved at her, she immediately twisted her head back decisively.

“……”

How does this thing feel... It's like I'm mad at myself...

Still because of what happened last night?

It shouldn't be...

Only then did Qin Lang know that a girl's heart was the same as a woman's heart, it was a needle under the sea, and she couldn't touch it or grasp it.

……

"Then I'm leaving."

"Uh-huh."

Qin Lang walked out of the house and walked from Qingniugang to the county gate, Su Yinhua looked at his back from behind, holding his hands in front of his lower abdomen, and the ghost made a ghostly call:

"Come back early..."

"Okay!"

After shouting, the county lord who was standing in place stretched his neck again, tiptoed his embroidered shoes, stared at Qin Lang's back for a long time, and when he turned around, he happened to see Gu Jin bring the two horses back, and couldn't help but be happy:

"Sumire, you're back."

"Hmm."

The girl didn't raise her head while tying up her horse:

"Ma'am."

"Huh?"

"When that person goes out in the future, you'd better look less like that."

"Why?"

"After a long time, it will become a wangfu stone."

"Huh...?!"

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Qin Lang entered the city, in fact, it was not just to buy vegetables or something.

And this time when he entered the city, he also specially tore a piece of cloth to make a face towel to wear, and everything was low-key, just because the bloody knife door reappeared in the rivers and lakes.

……

I still remember that when the first emperor was in the Zhaotong period, there was a cloud of thieves in the holy white jade soup: if you are not afraid of thieves stealing, you are afraid of thieves.

The king of thieves is still afraid of thieves, let alone ordinary people.

Qin Lang is an ordinary person, and he is afraid of thieves.

Therefore, yesterday he had a brief understanding of what happened to Su Yinzhu, and based on his description, he judged that the strength of the disciples under the Blood Knife Sect was definitely inferior to his own.

And what they are best at is nothing more than drugging this kind of bad thing.

Qin Lang had already been yin once in Xue Gui's hands, and he didn't know why, after going down the Tianshan Mountain, the cultivation speed of his internal force was terrifyingly slow, and it was far from enough to ignore the soft tendons or ecstasy or something.

But because of this, Qin Lang couldn't sit still.

Although he is now under the jurisdiction of Jianping County and is protected by the government and the Tianhe Sect, one day in the future he will have to go out sooner or later.

Instead of being sought revenge by the well-prepared Blood Knife Sect people at that time, Qin Lang decided that he would take the initiative to find the Blood Knife Gate's lair and directly exterminate it in advance!

Of course, it may seem to outsiders that the young young man's idea is very bold.

However, Qin Lang had a similar experience in the Tianshan Mountains after all.

When he was sixteen years old, when he went to exterminate those snow wolf nests with the same mentality, the ferocity of those snow wolves was far greater than that of the Blood Sword Sect disciples.

……

"Old gentleman."

"Sit down, freshly brewed horsetail tea, a penny a penny...... Yo? Qin Shaoxia? ”

When the old storyteller on the tea stall saw the face towel on Qin Lang's face, he immediately lowered his voice and looked around:

"Qin Shaoxia, you are..."

"Harm, it's actually nothing, I just want to keep a low profile, sit down and say."

Seeing that the old man was upright, Qin Lang sat down at a small table and said to the storyteller:

"Is there anything in the county... Selling herbs? ”

"Herbs? Hospitals? ”

"It's not, it's just... Not... The old gentleman once said, the rivers and lakes are huge, and the martial arts are heavy, I don't plan to take a walk to have a look, I'm afraid that I will encounter some black shops on the road, and give me some sweat medicine or something..."

"Oh-"

With this, the storyteller immediately understood everything, and pointed to the north:

"Shaoxia went north, and there lived a golden mother-in-law by the river, who was said to be originally a member of the Five Immortals Sect in the Yizhou area. Although the Five Immortal Sect is one of the twelve sects, it has been under the orders of Tianhe Sect for a long time, and this golden mother-in-law also came to Qingzhou with Tianhe Sect, and she will make a kind of brain-awakening pill, in the past, the hunters in the county held it in their mouths, and they were not afraid of miasma when they went to the forest, which was somewhat inviolable, Qin Shaoxia might as well go to her and ask for a few. ”

Qin Lang immediately set off when he heard this, not to mention, this golden granny is not what kind of weird person Qin Lang imagined, she is just an ordinary very kind old lady, when she heard that Qin Lang needed a brain awakening pill, she gave him ten of them without asking what she wanted to do.

With this thing, Qin Lang can temporarily repair the defect that his internal strength is not enough to resist poison.

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That night, Qin Lang learned from Su Yinhua about the location of their attack at that time and other details, and when he learned that Qin Lang was going to take out the Blood Knife Gate alone, Su Yinhua immediately said that it was too dangerous.

And Qin Lang only confided in the two of them that he had killed Xue Gui, the master of the Blood Knife Sect, half a month ago.

"I see..."

"Well, so on the one hand, I must have been targeted by the Blood Knife Gate, and on the other hand, it can be said that the Blood Knife Gate has reappeared because of me, you... I'm even being implicated by me, I..."

"No, you can't say that."

Su Yinhua had a straight face, and resolutely disagreed with Qin Lang's statement:

"What do you mean by being involved? Could it be that a chivalrous man kills a thief, but is it still wrong? This is the opposite of Tiangang! Qin Lang, no one will blame you for this matter, including me and Jian'er, if the chivalrous man is guilty, then what kind of world has I become in the Great Zhou? ”

In fact, as the county lord, Su Yinhua could have this attitude, and Qin Lang was already very pleased.

As for Qin Lang's own heart, because the facts did happen, he still wanted to be responsible.

In short, after confessing the cause and effect in this way, Qin Lang really planned to leave for the official road where the Blood Knife Gate haunted the next evening.

"Sumire girl, can you borrow the purple horse you robbed?"

“……”

The girl who hadn't spoken to Qin Lang for a day and a night, when she heard Qin Lang's request, she still didn't say a word, her eyes were still looking at him indifferently, standing in front of the horse pile, holding the horse rope tightly in her hand...