Zhao Ge

Chapter 138: The tip of the knife stops the bleeding

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He Qingchuan wanted to curse, and imagined pulling out his knife at this arrogant and hateful woman like before.

Just like the day before Guan Zhiyu left.

"idiot."

He was resting in the room, when a jug of wine was thrown in through the window, and He Qingchuan skillfully caught the jug. Guan Zhiyu, who was wearing the Taoist robe of Nine Profound Gates, sat on the window sill.

He also carried another jar of wine in his hand.

"Just say it first, I won't drink with you."

He Qingchuan placed the wine jar upright on the table, and refused without waiting for Guan Zhiyu to speak.

The last time I drank with this crazy woman, Guan Zhiyu, and when I got drunk, Guan Zhiyu dragged him over and gnawed. Drunken eyes after drinking, feeling confused, it is a good time to forget about idle things. As a result, when Guan Zhiyu pulled him to the point of rolling onto the bed, the morning rooster crowed, and it was almost dawn.

Then the crazy woman kept him at the side for an instant, raised the knife, left the mess on the ground and left, leaving the Zongmen to go to Cangpu to perform the mission.

He Qingchuan's clothes were in a mess, he was sulking at the wine bottles all over the floor, and he had to clean up honestly after the birth.

Whether it's He Qingchuan or Guan Zhiyu, neither of them actually know how they got together. Indistinct, indistinct. That was the first time He Qingchuan went down the mountain to perform a mission, together with Guan Zhiyu. As a result, halfway through the execution of the mission, Guan Zhiyu discovered a historic site from the Ten Thousand Immortals Era.

When the two went in to investigate, there was an ancient emperor's relic in the Ten Thousand Immortals Era, and He Qingchuan accidentally triggered it. In order to seal it, Guan Zhiyu was seriously injured, and He Qingchuan was also seriously injured. When the two were about to leave, they encountered a strange beast hunting.

Guan Zhiyu let him go first, and she followed behind.

"I told you I'm not a fool!"

He Qingchuan ran away in embarrassment with Guan Zhiyu on his back, cursing at the top of his voice while running.

Guan Zhiyu was on his back, and when he heard his words, he laughed sullenly twice, laughing so hard that his wounds were torn, and took two breaths of air.

In the end, they were fateful and hid in a cave. When He Qingchuan was anxiously looking out to see if the strange beast had caught up, Guan Zhiyu pulled him off indifferently.

Then, it rolled together.

This woman Guan Zhiyu is indeed a lunatic through and through. She is a desperado, who is drunk today when she has wine, and lives and dies gracefully. There are still wounds on his body, and there are strange beasts outside who don't know if they have left, and they just rolled together. He Qingchuan felt that he was not a lunatic, but at that time, he also went crazy with her.

Embraces with blood, kisses with that cynical air, and finally memories that are confusing and difficult to discern.

Then she fell into a coma, and He Qingchuan bandaged her wounds, changed her clothes, and bandaged himself, with his whole body full of injuries and questions he wanted to ask.

After waking up, He Qingchuan wanted to ask her awkwardly, but Guan Zhiyu threw him a jade talisman and told him to go back to Jiuxuanmen by himself. She had other things to do.

In a word! All! No! untie! release!

With a stinky face, He Qingchuan sat at the entrance of the cave without moving. Guan Zhiyu kicked him, told him to get out of bed, and turned his face into a complete denial.

And then they just kept mingling together indistinctly.

When He Zhou asked He Qingchuan about his mother many times, He Qingchuan didn't answer, because he himself said that Guan Zhiyu was his wife, but in fact, their relationship has never been clear.

Guan Zhiyu's attitude towards him was still the same as before. Moreover, she doesn't come back to Jiuxuanmen much of the time throughout the year, and every time she travels in a hurry. She taunted him as always, she still pressed him to the ground and beat him as always, she still sat on the eaves and threw the wine jar into his yard.

The only difference is that there will be times when Guan Zhiyu will hold the wine, drag him to drink together, and roll together after drinking.

Even so, Guan Zhiyu is still like a knife.

Sharp, fierce, and cynical.

Drink together, embrace each other when drunk, and leave when she wakes up. He Qingchuan has always been the only one who is straightforward, entangled or hesitant. He Qingchuan always had a weird feeling that he had become a brothel girl, and Guan Zhiyu was a prostitute who came and went erratically.

He Qingchuan was annoyed, but he didn't know what was wrong with him. When Guan Zhiyu came to drink with him, he still drank with her.

Sometimes, He Qingchuan felt that this chaotic, bloody and uncertain relationship was like the wine they drank. Every time he was really drunk, he was the only one. Guan Zhiyu, who drank more than him, became sober in a blink of an eye—He Qingchuan always wondered if she was ever drunk.

Drunk, he was always the only one.

He Qingchuan felt that he was so embarrassed that he was beaten again and again by Guan Zhiyu just like in the beginning, until he finally lay down on the ground. So he insisted on taking this bet, and Guan Zhiyu didn't say anything, and he couldn't bear to ask her what the relationship between the two was.

Until the last day, when Guan Zhiyu came to him, he didn't ask.

Refusing to drink with Guan Zhiyu, He Qingchuan felt coldly that he should let her know that he was angry. In the end, Guan Zhiyu just smiled, sat on the window sill, and drank by himself, as if he was fine with no one to accompany him.

He Qingchuan was even angrier when he saw it.

He doesn't have any special attitude like this, what the hell is it!

She was the one who pulled people over first, she was the one who kept silent, and she was the one who came and went freely. What is this!

He Qingchuan finally couldn't bear it anymore, pulled out the knife, and slapped it on the table with a "slap": "Guan Zhiyu! You..."

"It's so loud, do you want to fight?" Guan Zhiyu sat on the window sill, shaking the wine jar.

Let's fight.

Isn't that the rule for cultivators? It doesn't matter what rhetoric you spend, just hit the opponent until he is convinced.

So seeing Guan Zhiyu's last side, He Qingchuan pulled out his knife and fought her heartily. In the end, he still lost, but it wasn't like before, he was beaten to the ground every minute. He was beaten so badly that Guan Zhiyu was also a little out of breath. He was lying on the ground, like the first time, too lazy to get up.

Guan Zhiyu put the knife back into the scabbard, and squatted down beside him: "Is this not enough?"

He Qingchuan turned his face to one side, not wanting to look at her.

Guan Zhiyu reached out and grabbed his skirt, pulled it up, and kissed him like in that cave without explaining a word.

"idiot."

Guan Zhiyu laughed, let go, let the dazed He Qingchuan hit the ground hard on the back of his head unexpectedly, got up straight and walked down the mountain.

"Hey!"

The moment Guan Zhiyu kissed him, He Qingchuan became happy again in a daze, but for no reason. He couldn't help shouting at Guan Zhiyu's leaving back.

What does she mean by that, doesn't she...

Guan Zhiyu waved his hand smartly: "Let's talk when we come back."

Come back and talk about it.

Say it when you come back.

He Qingchuan waited at Jiuxuanmen, waiting for her answer when she came back, and finally got Guan Zhiyu's knife.

The knife that once danced, the mountains cracked, the wind regretted the sky, and the thunder shook in all directions.

……………………………………………………………

He Qingchuan sat cross-legged in front of the thin woman at the core of the formation, without any intention of getting up.

Jun Wanbai and the others vaguely guessed something, but they didn't dare to speak, so they could only cast their eyes on the strange Ninth Elder. The Ninth Elder raised his head and looked at the Jingling Terrace. After a moment, he waved his sleeves: "Let's go in."

"Where's Elder He?"

"He defends."

The Ninth Elder simply explained a sentence, and didn't mean to say more.

Jun Wanbai and the others stopped asking, and followed the Ninth Elder around the place where the Jiuxuan people were sitting, and walked into the Jingling Terrace, which was very similar to the Qingming Pagoda.

After Jun Wanbai and others entered Jingling Terrace, only He Qingchuan was left in this open space.

"Hey."

He Qingchuan placed the heavy knife horizontally on his knee. When Yi Heping brought Guan Zhiyu's knife to him, he punched Yi Heping in the face without saying a word.

Yi Heping wasn't defensive either, Yi Heping, who was always elegant and personable, was beaten up by him that day. Yi Heping said, to hurry up, I have to see the master.

He Qingchuan scolded his mother, picked up the knife and left. Since then, Yi Heping and the others have never seen Guan Zhiyu's saber again. Ye Yi once asked where the knife went, and He Qingchuan said blankly that it was lost.

Ye Yi didn't dare to ask again.

From then on, He Qingchuan carried a heavy knife everywhere.

Guan Zhiyu's sword was cast into his own.

When he took it out and handed it to He Zhou that day, his knife was also broken. Now this heavy knife is recast from the broken knife, and He Qingchuan always feels that it is much lighter than before.

But in fact, Guan Zhiyu's knife is extremely light and thin, almost weightless.

He looked sideways at Guan Zhiyu's closed eyes, with the familiar sharp raised brows.

"Yi Heping made a tomb for you behind the mountain gate, and I wrote He Qingchuan's wife Guan Zhiyu on the tombstone."

"You have been bullying me for so many years and suppressing me for so many years, so it's time for me to suppress you."

"I said you are He Qingchuan's wife, do you agree?"

Jun Wanbai and the others had already entered the Jingling Terrace. He Qingchuan sat alone next to Guan Zhiyu, lowered his head, looked at the heavy knife on his knee, and asked in a low voice.

He thought he was funny.

At first, I couldn't ask because of face, but later I never had the chance to ask again.

Now I asked and no one answered.

He has practiced heavy swords for so many years, and in the eyes of the disciples and elders of the Jiuxuanmen, he is a man with a violent temper and a bad temper. But when he was talking to Guan Zhiyu, his expression clearly changed back to the original one Beat up the boy who was lying on the ground and refused to get up.

"I know you're going to call me stupid again."

After he asked, he laughed himself first.

He took out the wine jar from the ring, knocked off the lid, and poured it with his head up.

"Drink, drink, drink with you."

Gulu Gulu, one altar after another.

"I'll drink with you."

he said, calmly.

The author has something to say: Guan Zhiyu with a knife, He Qingchuan with a knife

Let me tell you a tragic story. When I was coding, I wrote Miss Guan Zhiyu, and the more I wrote, the more I liked it, tall and thin lady! Drink the strongest wine! Fight the hardest! a broke my marriage!

Then suddenly realized something was wrong.

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