Xuejin looked at Changsheng opposite with a smile, as if he saw something worth being happy about in his memory.
"Yeah, in the past, among our group, I was the only one with the best cooking skills and the most delicious food. Those bastards also said that my cooking skills were so good, so it's not like..."
Stopped abruptly.
The smile in Xuejin's eyes retracted, and he once again became the person who used laughter and curses to cover up his true emotions. Looking at the delicious Changsheng, the clown didn't seem to notice what he just said, so
Then he quietly relaxed himself.
He also got carried away for a moment. Those partners from back then have long since turned into smoke and dust. Even the country that is proud of itself has been annihilated in the long river of history, with only a few legends lingering.
Now, he is just a useless man. A useless man who has no strength and cannot even beat an eight-year-old child. His homeland is gone, so as a widow, what right does he have to miss his homeland?
What's more, he can't even die now.
Looking down at the scars on his wrist, Xuejin remembered the origin of the scars all over his body. He suddenly became angry and slapped the table with his palm. Fortunately, Changsheng had been serving him these days and he understood this man's temperament. He just saw him
His mood was not right. The moment Xue Jin slapped his palm on the table, he took away the bowl in his hand.
"Snapped!"
Xuejin slapped his palm on the table, making a loud noise, and his icy-muscular hand suddenly turned crimson.
Thinking about it, it must be very painful, because Xue Jin's eyes were filled with tears almost instantly. It's strange, Chang Sheng has discovered in the past few days that as an adult male, this person has too many tears.
Right? Although it hurts, it’s not unbearable?
Moreover, every time she sheds tears, Xue Jin's eyes will show a strong emotion of self-loathing. That kind of strong emotional color that seems to annihilate the whole world, every time Changsheng sees it, he will feel a wave of heart palpitations.
He retracted his thoughts and continued to eat by himself. At this time, silence was the best way to deal with Xue Jin. Because he hated others looking directly at him.
Sure enough, Xuejin's mood went away as quickly as it came. He glanced at the wooden bowl in Changsheng's hand and showed a hungry expression.
"I'm hungry, give me something to eat."
With such an alluring face asking for food, Chang Sheng would naturally not refuse and handed the bowl and chopsticks to him generously.
Seeing the wooden bowls and chopsticks, Xue Jin let out a sneer.
"You are really afraid of my death."
Whatever he says, Chang Sheng will pretend that he can't hear it anyway.
After finally stumbling to eat, Chang Sheng finished cleaning up and half an hour later. Seeing that Xue Jin was calmer, he remembered that he had not practiced martial arts for many days. He remembered that his grandfather had said that practicing martial arts is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat.
, but couldn’t let it go to waste. So he went out and picked up his small wooden sword and continued to practice.
After hearing the commotion, Xuejin chatted for a while, then stood up and walked out slowly. He also saw Chang Sheng swinging a small wooden sword in the courtyard.
She is practicing sword practice?
I thought that the clowns and monsters were from the countryside, but I didn't expect that they could have such good swordsmanship. Although their wrists were still weak, their moves were deadly, and there were no useless moves at all.
Just watching, Xue Jin's expression suddenly changed. He almost ran over and grabbed Chang Sheng's wrist. Chang Sheng couldn't stop himself in time and struck the man's wrist with his sword.
A red and swollen mark immediately appeared on Xuejin's flawless white skin, with a sadistic beauty. Of course, Changsheng couldn't understand it. She just couldn't help but think that she accidentally touched Xuejin when she was applying medicine to him.
This man was yelling at the wound, and now he struck his wrist with a sword. Will he destroy the whole house?
Who would have thought that Xuejin didn't explode, but stared at his wrist.
"Who taught you swordsmanship? No, who taught you swordsmanship?! This is a swordsmanship unique to the military. Why do you do it?"
Changsheng looked at Xuejin strangely, wondering why he was so excited. He helped Xuejin, who was on the verge of collapse, and told him the truth.
"My grandpa taught me this. He did serve in the army."
"Your grandfather?"
Xue Jin knew that all of A Chou's relatives had passed away, and now he had already reacted.
"This is the Great Qin Kingdom? Your grandfather is a soldier under Qin Zishang, the Great Protector General of the Great Qin Kingdom?"
Chang Sheng didn't know the second question, but she still knew the first question.
"Yes, this is the Great Qin Kingdom. My grandfather served in the army, but I don't know which general he served under. He never mentioned this."
How to describe Seoljin's expression at that moment? It was like walking in the desert, with almost no hope of survival when the last bottle of water in his hand was knocked over, full of despair, disbelief, disgust, hatred and so on.
emotion.
Seeing Xue Jin's eyes changing constantly, Chang Sheng was worried that this person was sick again. But fortunately, the various emotions in this person's eyes turned to helplessness, calmness, and relief in the next moment.
He looked at Changsheng as if he were looking at an object that had aged well, full of nostalgia.
"It turns out that this is the Great Qin Kingdom. I didn't expect that in my lifetime, I would be able to set foot on the enemy's territory. This is really unaccustomed..."
Enemy country?
Changsheng didn't quite understand. Why did she hear her grandfather say that the Qin Kingdom had not had a war with other countries in the past forty years? He also said that this was a rare peaceful age?
Facing Chang Sheng's puzzled eyes, Xue Jin slowly let go of his hand, seemingly letting go of something he had been attached to for a long time.
"It's been so many years, why are you still talking about this?"
This man suddenly became depressed and even a little bored.
However, in a blink of an eye, he saw Chang Sheng continuing to try to swing his small wooden sword, with a calculating arc at the corner of his mouth.
"I remember you said before that we are not all human beings? In fact, there are real differences between people. This world is completely different from what you see. People like you are called mortals, and people like me are monks
.”
Chang Sheng's movement of waving the small wooden sword suddenly stopped, and she turned back to look at Xue Jin. What he said sounded familiar.
Mortal? Monk?
She seems to have only heard of immortals.
Seeing Changsheng staring at him persistently, Xuejin seemed to get a little comfort. He smiled and sat on the chair beside him without caring, and clicked on Changsheng.
"Do you want to know what a monk is? Do you want to cultivate immortality? Do you want to live forever? Do you want to wipe out enemies and move mountains and seas with just a flick of your command? What's more, do you want to bring people back to life?"
This series of words was really very tempting, especially the last one. Chang Sheng swallowed and looked at Xue Jin.
"I, I think."
Xue Jin looked at Chang Sheng harshly, and tapped his hands gently on his knees, as if he was thinking deeply. Chang Sheng waited quietly, and after more than half an hour passed, Xue Jin finally seemed to have figured it out, and he looked at Chang Sheng with a half-smile.