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The rain is weakening.

Walking on the way to the study, Li Fangxiu suddenly said: "Xiao Che, you are preparing to prepare these days, and I will secretly send you away from the Shendu." ”

Xiao Che smiled and said, "Master Li, since I am a disciple of the study, thanks to the great grace of the study, how can I leave easily when the study is in trouble now?"

Li Fangxiu said categorically: "I know what you mean, but this disaster doesn't have to affect you, so why did you have to take your life for the sake of your study? ”

Xiao Che shook his head vigorously.

Li Fangxiu said: "Xiao Che, you ......"

Xiao Che intercepted and said, "Master Li, don't worry about me, you really don't need to."

Master Li took his leave. ”

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Che's figure had disappeared into the darkness.

......

Early in the morning, the rain stopped.

From the large open window lattice, you can vaguely see the distant mountains like Dai: the hazy white mist reflects the newly rising sun, the breeze blows, and the clouds floating in the sky change their posture and flow somewhere.

In the courtyard, delicate petals fall with the help of their own tiny gravity and dew.

Looking at such a fresh scene, Xiao Che only felt a little trance, as if he couldn't believe that he had been killed and died last night.

The blood in the streets and alleys should have been washed away by the rain at this moment, right?

Xiao Che gritted his teeth and sat up with difficulty, just as Dazhi came with hot water and said, "Young Master, are you awake?"

Xiao Che nodded lightly: "Hmm." ”

Dazhi walked closer, and while helping Xiao Che take off his clothes, he said, "It's time to change the medicine." ”

Xiao Che shook his head: "I'll just come by myself, you can help me call Xiao Hong and Lao Hei." ”

Dazhi nodded: "Okay." ”

Xiao Che began to wash the wound, and soon, the clean water turned bloody.

Suddenly, Xiao Che and the four of them gathered together.

Xiao Hong snatched the reddened white towel in Xiao Che's hand, helped him clean his wounds, and said coldly: "I really don't know how you did it, obviously someone came to report safety, but recently he was still covered with injuries." ”

Xiao Che smiled bitterly: "Accident." ”

Xiao Hong said coldly: "Then why don't you die outside?"

Xiao Che's face instantly became slender: "......"

Lao Hei asked, "Xiao Che, what happened yesterday?"

Xiao Che's expression became cold, and he said lightly: "When I came back last night, I met King Qi's killer. ”

Lao Hei exclaimed, "Killer?!"

Xiao Che nodded.

Xiao Hong suddenly threw the towel into the red water, and said coldly: "It doesn't matter if he is a killer or not, in short, you can stay well for a few days and heal your injuries first." ”

Xiao Hong glanced at Lao Hei and Dazhi, raised his snow-white chin in motion, and said, "Let's go." ”

Old Hei and Dazhi got up and walked out of the house.

Xiao Hong glared at Xiao Che and left with lotus steps.

Xiao Che smiled bitterly and said loudly: "Wait, I have something to tell you." ”

Xiao Hong and the others paused, and their eyes converged on him.

Xiao Che said in a deep voice: "Soon it will be the banquet of Luoshui, King Qi has already gathered the strength of several major vassal countries, and he is bound to attack the study at the banquet, these days you find a time to leave the Shendu and leave the Nanxi study." ”

Xiao Hong stared at him coldly, frowned, and said, "That's what you're going to say?"

Xiao Che nodded: "Hmm." ”

Xiao Hong didn't speak again, turned to leave.

Lao Hei and Dazhi are the same, the study is kind to them, and leaving at this time is not ungrateful?

Xiao Che coughed and shouted, "Listen to me." ”

No one responded.

Xiao Che roared: "Okay, I won't force you, Dazhi, you come back, I have something to tell you." ”

Dazhi said: "Okay. ”

Xiao Hong instructed Dazhi: "Don't delay for too long, let him rest well." ”

Dazhi nodded: "Hmm." ”

Walking into the house, Dazhi said to Xiao Che, "Young Master, what's the matter?"

Xiao Che said: "Dazhi, you can help me prepare something." ”

Dazhi said: "What to prepare?"

Xiao Che said: "Bone washing flowers, vein grass, poisonous dragon seeds, and snow mushrooms, fifty plants each." ”

Dazhi said: "When is it needed?"

Xiao Che said: "As soon as possible." ”

Dazhi said: "Okay. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure quickly disappeared by the door.

Xiao Che was lying on the bed, his clear and bright eyes looked at the distant mountains through the window lattice, his thoughts were deep, the whole person looked very tired, and he whispered dreamily: "I really hope that all this can pass quickly." ”

In just two days, Dazhi had prepared all the things Xiao Che needed, and for several days in a row, the stove was blazing, and the pungent smell of medicine enveloped the entire courtyard.

The old black man in the courtyard patted his head fiercely, ripped off the white cloth wrapped around his nose, and said, "I really can't stay in this place, so I will say goodbye." ”

As soon as the words fell, his figure was already out of the courtyard.

Xiao Hong smiled bitterly: "What is he doing here?"

Dazhi shrugged helplessly: "I don't know, the young master may have his own plans." ”

The smell lasted for about three days, and after three days, the pungent smell gradually faded.

Xiao Che walked out of the stove room tiredly, his eyes were dark.

Dazhi hurriedly stepped forward.

Xiao Che casually sent a carved wooden box into Dazhi's arms, and said weakly: "Bring this wooden box to Mu Wan'er." ”

Dazhi asked again, "Do you need to bring her anything?"

Xiao Che shook his head: "No." ”

With that, Xiao Che closed the door with a snap.

Then he suddenly poked his head out, looked at Dazhi and said, "By the way, Dazhi, how much time is there until the Luoshui Banquet?"

Da Zhi thought for a moment and said, "Less than a month." ”

Xiao Che nodded.

Then he fell asleep like an abandoned grave.

In the following days, Xiao Che lived a very regular life, except for listening to lectures and practicing, that is, to find an old painter to learn to paint, or to eat noodles at the right elder, as for the assassination of King Qi, it never happened.

......

The deep alley of Changyang Street.

Draw the old home.

Although Xiao Che's injuries have just healed, his pen is still vigorous and powerful, like a swimming dragon, and at this moment he is crouching on the desk and carefully tracing a picture.

After a long time, the last sketch was completed.

Xiao Che laughed heartily, threw the brush in his hand casually, folded his arms, and prepared to start carefully admiring his paintings.

Suddenly, the old painter shouted, "Pick up the pen." ”

Xiao Che weakly lifted his head, carefully picked up the brush, and carefully placed it on the pen holder, like a caressing lover's hand.

The old painter said, "Apologize to it." ”

Xiao Che smiled bitterly and said, "Painting is old, it's just a pen, why is it so serious." ”

As soon as these words came out, the old painter jumped up like a projectile, glared at Xiao Che fiercely and said, "Do you think the painter shouldn't be serious about the pen in his hand?"

Xiao Che spread out his palms, made a gesture of surrender, and said weakly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was abrupt." ”

After that, he looked at the brush on the pen holder and smiled: "Xiaobi, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it just now." ”

Xiao Che raised his head, wanted to cry without tears, and said, "Painting old, is it okay now?"

The old painter ignored him, walked towards him, his sharp eyes carefully looked at the painting scroll he had just made like a knife, and after being silent for a long time, he nodded lightly and said: "This painting is still said in the past, the brush is just right, but it ......"

After a slight pause, he stared at Xiao Che, and then said, "But there is no emotion. ”

Xiao Che was stunned: "No feelings?"

The painter said in a deep voice: "If you treat the brush in your hand like a lover, your painting will be emotional." ”

Xiao Che nodded contemplatively.

The old painter said: "Okay, let's do this today." ”

He looked at Xiao Che and said with a smile: "Drinking?"

Xiao Che nodded again and again, and said with a smile: "Okay, I know a noodle stall, we can go there." ”

The painter picked up a jar of wine from the corner of the house and said, "No need, I have it." ”

Xiao Che: "......"

Dusk is like blood.

Bathed in this strange color, Xiao Che and the painter drank in the courtyard.

After three rounds of drinking, Xiao Che smiled and said: "Can the old man know that King Luo Tianming declared war on the royal family?"

The old painter shook his head and smiled, and said, "Although I have heard a few ears, what does it have to do with me? I only care about painting, and I am not interested in who declares war on whom, so is it still hindering me from painting?"

Xiao Che smiled and said, "It's the same." ”

The old painter frowned, and suddenly said: "By the way, I remember that you seemed to have told me that you were a disciple of Nanxi Study?"

Xiao Che nodded: "Yes." ”

The old painter said in a lost voice: "I heard that King Qi seems to be a little hostile to Nanxi Study, you will be fine, right?

Xiao Che smiled freely and said, "Looking far away, everything is sad, what is this little thing?

"That's not my Xiao Che style. ”

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