Following the arrangements of the two gold guards, the small courtyard of the Chu family was filled with government officials sent by the county magistrate.
The small courtyard is completely covered with water.
The three of them, Chu Qingxiao, were also confined in this small courtyard. According to the requirements of Xia Jingru and Gu Yuanhuai, the three of them had to stay in this courtyard until Master Zhang, who was possessed by the demon, sacrificed his life.
This coke has spoiled Meng Ziliang. He had been avoiding Chu Qingxiao in the past few days, but now that Chu Qingxiao was framed in this courtyard, he was like a turtle in the urn. He was very satisfied with this arrangement and would look for Chu Qingxiao from time to time to ask him to point out his sword.
Law.
"Brother Chu, what do you think of the cold-blooded soul-chasing sword technique I created just now?" It's just a simple sword thrust, but with a lot of fancy sword dances added before the sword body thrusts out.
"Brother Chu, what do you think of my move to wipe out Liuhe Bahuang with one sword?" - It was also a simple sword sweep, but when the sword was swung out, Mr. Meng stood there for a few breaths.
Time, in his words, is called condensing sword intent and mobilizing the spiritual power of heaven and earth at the same time. Of course, he did not actually condense sword intent, let alone mobilize the spiritual power of heaven and earth.
"Brother Chu, if you watch this move again, I will cry like a ghost and howl like a ghost!"
"Look again..."
Mr. Meng obviously has some misunderstandings about swordsmanship. All his energy seems to be spent on how to strike a handsome enough posture before making a move, as well as how to create a name that is memorable enough for his so-called self-made sword moves.
Two things came up.
Chu Qingxiao really couldn't resist Mr. Meng's eagerness to learn, as well as his swordsmanship talent that didn't quite match his eagerness to learn, or could be said to be a complete mess.
Chu Qingxiao was so entangled by him that he had no choice but to hide in the past. But now that he was imprisoned in this small courtyard, he really had no way to escape.
But fortunately, Ziyu, who was closing her eyes and concentrating, seemed to be so annoyed by Meng Ziliang's endless chatter that she actually stepped forward at this moment.
Seeing Ziyu stand up and walk over, Meng Ziliang, who had been talking excitedly just now, suddenly realized something was wrong. He shrank his neck, subconsciously took a step back, hid behind Chu Qingxiao, and looked at Ziyu who looked unkind, cautiously.
asked: "You...what are you doing?"
With Ziyu's temperament, everyone thought she would scold Meng Ziliang in front of them.
But Ziyu's face suddenly straightened up, and she looked at Meng Ziliang in surprise: "Did you create those sword skills just now?"
"Huh?" Meng Ziliang also heard the different tone in Ziyu's tone. He couldn't help but was stunned, but he still nodded: "Yes...it is indeed..."
I thought Ziyu would make a sarcastic comment, but after hearing this, Ziyu showed a look of surprise: "You can actually create such an exquisite swordsmanship! You haven't even started practicing yet, and you already know the way of swordsmanship.
Such a thorough understanding and understanding, I'm afraid even my junior uncle can't compare to it, right?"
Everyone who heard such exaggerated praise suddenly had their eyes widened with strange expressions.
And even Meng Ziliang, who has always been hailed as the future of Dayu Kendo, also secretly felt something was wrong. He blinked and asked uncertainly: "Is... is it so powerful?"
"Of course! Don't you know the swordsmanship you created yourself? Every move, every move is filled with sword intent. I once heard someone say that there is such a kind of person in this world, who is born with
He should become the leader of swordsmanship, and even his inadvertent actions will reveal the true meaning of swordsmanship..." At this point, Ziyu paused, turned to look at Meng Ziliang and said with a strange expression: "Could it be that you...
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"Are you talking about me?" Meng Ziliang looked doubtful.
Of course there are obviously more former.
"Although your swordsmanship is just a prototype, it is close to the Tao. How can you give us guidance? My suggestion is that you have to think over and over again and practice it yourself. Only by yourself can you have room for improvement. We can only observe and learn. If
If we can understand a thing or two, it will be of great benefit to our sword practice." Ziyu said again, striking while the iron is hot.
"That's it!" Meng Ziliang slapped his forehead and said this after hearing this.
Immediately, his expression became serious, and he bowed respectfully to Ziyu and said: "The girl's words awakened the dreamer, and I was enlightened. If I become a swordsman one day, I will be rich."
Pay it forward!"
After saying this, Mr. Meng walked to one side of the small courtyard, where he began to wave his series of fancy sword skills in a serious manner, with a serious look and a focused expression.
When Chu Qingxiao saw this situation, he was dumbfounded.
He turned his head and looked at Ziyu, who was beside him with a smug look on his face, and then at Meng Ziliang, who believed what he said and was practicing hard, and said with some worry: "Miss Ziyu, isn't it good to deceive like this?
"
Ziyu raised her eyebrows when she heard this: "It's not good, right? Then I'll call him back and let you continue to teach him!"
As she said this, she made a gesture to step forward.
When Chu Qingxiao saw this, thinking about the scene where Meng Ziliang was surrounded and thinking, he trembled, and quickly pulled Ziyu, and then said seriously: "I mean... Brother Meng has this talent.
It’s really enviable, but he must also pay attention to rest and not to exhaust himself..."
"Otherwise, I, Dayu Swordsmanship, will lose a pillar!"
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Soon, night has arrived.
After dinner, everyone returned to their respective houses.
In Chu Qingxiao's room, Chu Qingxiao, Chu Zhaozhao, and Ziyu stared with big eyes and small eyes, all looking a little embarrassed.
It was Chu Qingxiao who was the first to break the silence in the room. He took out the prepared bedding from the wooden box on the side, pulled a screen, placed it in front of the bed, and immediately laid the floor outside the screen.
"Miss Ziyu, you and Zhao Zhao sleep in bed, and I'll just stay here for a few days." He said with a smile.
Ziyu curled her lips, not appreciating Chu Qingxiao's overtures, and said: "Isn't this nonsense? Is it possible that you want me to sleep on the floor?"
After saying this, she turned around and walked behind the screen. At this moment, Chu Qingxiao looked at Chu Zhaozhao again and said, "Zhaozhao should rest early."
Chu Zhaozhao didn't seem to be in a good mood. After hearing this, he just nodded lightly and immediately walked to the bed.
The three of them were in the same room, so the atmosphere was naturally a little awkward. No one said anything, and soon put out the candles and fell asleep one after another.
After coaxing Meng Ziliang today, Chu Qingxiao spent most of the time practicing "Qing Qi Nourishing Technique" alone in the house. He was also a little sleepy at the moment, so he lay down on the floor and fell asleep not long after.
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Rustling.
While sleeping, Chu Qingxiao suddenly heard a small noise and faintly felt something moving in his bed.
He opened his eyes from the haziness and felt something strange in the bed. He suddenly felt alert, goosebumps all over his body stood up at this moment, and he almost subconsciously wanted to get up.
But then a hand covered his mouth: "It's me."
The man said this in a soft and soft voice, and Chu Qingxiao immediately recognized that the owner of the voice was Chu Zhaozhao.
He was stunned at first, and then he saw Chu Zhaozhao sticking his head out from under the quilt, looking at Chu Qingxiao with his cheeks flushed.
"Zhaozhao... you, what are you doing!?" Chu Qingxiao saw the other party's appearance clearly, and suddenly became nervous and his words became stammering.
Chu Zhaozhao rolled his eyes at the tense Chu Qingxiao and said angrily: "It's not like you haven't slept at all. Why are you so nervous? I won't eat you!"
The two of them did sleep on the same bed when they were in Gosying Village, but at that time they each used their own bedding, and there was a curtain between them. Now they got into the same bed, although they were both wearing clothes, but their bodies were
But they were so close that they could even smell the familiar scent of each other. This feeling made Chu Qingxiao's heart beat faster.
"I have slept before, but...but never slept like this..." Chu Qingxiao said truthfully.
"Bah! How else do you want to sleep!" Chu Zhaozhao's face became increasingly red with embarrassment, and she glared at Chu Qingxiao.
But after saying this, she felt that if she continued to say it, it would become more and more outrageous. She quickly changed the topic, glanced at the screen, and muttered: "Miss Ziyu's way of sleeping is too unique. I really can't sleep with her."
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"Huh?" Chu Qingxiao had a strange look on his face when he heard this, and looked at Chu Zhaozhao suspiciously: "Aren't you all women? She doesn't snore either..."
Chu Zhaozhao was stared at by Chu Qingxiao with a bit of confusion on her face. She said angrily: "What do you mean? Do you think I am deliberately making excuses to sleep with you? Go and see for yourself!"
Chu Qingxiao blinked, stood up at this moment, tiptoed to the screen, popped his head and looked at the bed.
I saw there, like an octopus, the purple jade girl was holding the quilt wrapped in a ball. One of her hands was like a claw, kneading the quilt, and from time to time she whispered like she was dreaming.
"hey-hey."
"Uncle Master."
"Hey hey hey..."
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"This..." Cold sweat broke out on Chu Qingxiao's forehead.
Chu Zhaozhao also came to his side at this time and looked sideways at him.
The calm eyes seemed to ask Chu Qingxiao again: "How is it? Is it wonderful?"
Chu Qingxiao nodded silently, sighing secretly in his heart, Zhao Nianshuang's charm is too great, has it reached the point where men and women can take it all?
The two of them immediately retreated to the ground floor.
They sat down, but did not lie down.
"In that case, Zhaozhao just sleep with me..." Chu Qingxiao hesitated for a while, then broke the silence and said.
When these words came out, Chu Qingxiao himself felt that what he said was a bit arrogant.
Just as he was regretting it, Chu Zhaozhao on the side lowered his head and responded: "Yes."
For some reason, the sound as soft as the cry of a mosquito in the darkness made Chu Qingxiao's heart skip a beat and inexplicably beat much faster.
The two of them lay down at that time, but probably because they were covered under the same quilt, they both felt a little nervous. They were lying stiffly on their backs, but they didn't dare to move their fingers.
A full quarter of an hour passed like this.
Chu Zhaozhao on the side suddenly whispered: "It's a little cold."
"Ah?" Chu Qingxiao, who looked tense as if facing a formidable enemy, was stunned when he heard this.
"I said it's cold, idiot." The girl next to her turned sideways and said again quietly.
Chu Qingxiao was a little panicked and asked in a low voice: "Then... shall I find another quilt for you?"
"..." The girl on the side suddenly fell silent.
After a while, the other party said again: "There are not many quilts left."
Chu Qingxiao was stunned again. Remembering his previous experience of being taught how to chat by Chu Zhaozhao, he tried to whisper: "Then... how about I hold you."
"Yeah." Chu Zhaozhao's voice was very soft, with an indescribable softness.
Chu Qingxiao's heart beat faster at that time. He turned around stiffly and bravely stretched out his hand. One hand passed under her neck and the other was placed on her back.
Just after this move was completed, the girl took the initiative to move her body forward and put her head on Chu Qingxiao's chest.
A faint aroma came at this moment, lingering on the tip of Chu Qingxiao's nose.
The smell made Chu Qingxiao feel dizzy for a moment, and his heart felt inexplicably hot.
He unconsciously stretched out his hand a little harder and held it tightly into his arms. He was greedy for the taste and wanted to have more.
"Zhaozhao." He called the other person's name like this, secretly feeling a little dry in his mouth.
At the same time, he also completely embraced Chu Zhaozhao in his arms.
The aroma became stronger and stronger, and at this moment, the hand hugging the other person felt the touch from the other person's body.
Soft, delicate and at the same time...
Ice cold!
The moment the coolness came over the other person's body, Chu Qingxiao suddenly woke up from the charming atmosphere.
He looked down at Chu Zhaozhao in his arms, and saw that the other person's face was pale, his upper and lower lips were trembling, and he seemed to have been frozen to the point of unconsciousness in the pervasive chill.
Chu Qingxiao was startled and realized the strangeness. He quickly raised his head and looked around the room.
It is now nearly May, the beginning of midsummer.
But there was frost in the room. At the same time, he looked around the door. There were lines of frost condensing there, and the frost was spreading around the door at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it was going to cover the entire room.
Freeze in general.
Chu Qingxiao finally realized something was wrong. He quickly picked up Chu Zhaozhao in his arms, shook her body, and said loudly: "Zhaozhao! Wake up!"
But before the girl in her arms responded, a sinister laughter sounded from around her.
"Jiejie..."
Chu Qingxiao heard the sound and quickly looked in the direction from which the sound came. He saw a figure standing in the dark corner of the door.
His appearance was hidden in the darkness, and he couldn't see clearly. Only his eyes were flashing with a strange purple light at this moment...