At night.
The sky outside the house is black.
The moon missed work today, and the stars also took the opportunity to be lazy.
Xia Zhichan, who was sleeping quietly on the bed, didn't look like someone who had survived a desperate battle after a great war. Instead, he looked like a good baby who went to bed normally.
There were no scars on her body anymore. Even if she called the best doctor in the palace, he could not find any scars on Xia Zhichan's body.
Jiang Qin used her true energy to explore Xia Zhichan's body. His meridians had become a mess, and there were still damages and loopholes everywhere. Even if she input her true energy, it would quickly dissipate.
His current body is like a sieve, and it has to be a kind of coarse mesh, leaking out all the true energy that has entered his body, leaving nothing behind.
The woman stayed up until midnight, meditating next to Xia Zhichan's bed.
It was a quiet night today. Even the autumn wind that usually likes to beat against the windows did not come. There was only the sound of two people breathing in the room.
Jiang Qin breathed the spiritual energy between heaven and earth to restore his lost energy and consolidate his cultivation that he had just entered the Dengtang realm.
She didn't feel much. The only difference was that she could no longer use the sword. Of course, this is not to say that Yun Wuhen is not good, but because it is just a mortal weapon, not a real magic weapon.
Chimei is not a pure swordsman, but his magic weapon is a sword. As a pure sword cultivator, what would be Jiang Qin’s natal magic weapon?
Of course it's still a sword, but it's just a top-quality magic weapon that she can't mobilize even at the peak level of cultivation. Only when she reaches the Dengtang realm can she be qualified to hold that sword.
It's just the qualification to hold that sword, not the real qualification to use it as a master. The best magic weapons have their own temperament, and only when their master is qualified will they recognize the other person.
Just because that sword once had a powerful owner named Wuyazi.
…
With a creak, the door was pushed open.
Immediately afterwards, a gust of breeze blew in, without any smell or feeling. Jiang Qin, who had his eyes closed, did not even feel the arrival of the wind.
Then someone stood beside Xia Zhichan's bed.
It was a man wearing cloth clothes and wearing a green wine gourd.
Jiang Qin was so close, but she didn't notice it. She didn't know whether she didn't feel it or was trapped by the man's spell. In short, she didn't react in any way.
"Junior brother, you are really..."
Chun BuMian pinched the pulse gate on Xia Zhichan's wrist and felt the meridians in his body that were almost completely disordered. His eyes were full of distress.
To know that the younger brother would become like this, even if he had to tie him up, he would tie him up on Cuilong Mountain and not allow him to set foot in the disputes in this world.
Xia Zhichan's most serious problem is his Yuan Shen. The reason why he hasn't woken up yet is because his Yuan Shen was severely damaged and fell into a deep sleep in order to protect his three souls and seven souls.
Zen Master Fu Kong exchanged his life for his life to restore his lifeless body, but there was no way to repair his damaged soul.
Chun BuMian stretched out his hand to support Xia Zhichan, and the soft cloud-like energy lifted Xia Zhichan up.
Then he took off the wine gourd from his waist, pinched open Xia Zhichan's mouth, and drank a sip of wine.
The wine gourd on his waist is different from the one in Xia Zhichan's hand. He made this one when he was bored. Although it is also a magic weapon for storage, it is not as good as the red wine gourd in Xia Zhichan's hand.
Although the wine gourd is poor, the content inside is very good.
The color is as green as spring buds. At first glance, people would not think it was wine at all, but some kind of top-quality medicinal liquid.
It was Chunwu Mian's mixture of three inches of snow and frost from the mountains in the far north, fresh water from the bottom of the East China Sea, dragon-shaped tea from the bottom of the West Valley, etc. He was the only one in the world who could brew wine that was not wine.
He poured half of the bottle into Xia Zhichan in one breath, then helped the latter lie down, and carefully tucked his junior brother into bed.
At this moment, Yun Wuhen came out of his sheath.
Jiang Qin woke up. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw the man standing beside Xia Zhichan's bed. She subconsciously pulled out her sword without even seeing his face clearly.
Chun Wushuang didn't even look back, he just waved the sleeves of his robe.
Buzz!
Yun Wuhen unexpectedly returned to the sheath automatically, and Jiang Qin couldn't pull it out no matter how hard he tried. She could only take a few steps back as if facing a formidable enemy, and then prepared to mobilize the sword in her dantian.
That sword was also a top-quality magic weapon, and she couldn't adjust it at all when she was in the entry level.
"Haha, there's no need for this..."
Chun BuMian smiled and waved his sleeves. He squinted his eyes and looked at the slim woman in front of him, and then said slowly:
"I'm trapped in the mountain spring and can't sleep."
Spring never sleeps? Could it be the chief disciple of Kunlong Mountain, Xia Zhichan's senior brother who is currently lying on the bed.
Jiang Qin had only heard of his name, but had never seen him in person, not to mention that the man in front of him did not look like the spiritual official from Quelongshan. He was different from Xia Zhichan in terms of appearance and temperament.
But the most important point is that Jiang Qin found that he couldn't take action. Before drawing the sword, you must first determine where the sword is going to hit.
But even though the man was standing there, Jiang Qin couldn't lock onto him.
It's like a gust of wind, you can't catch it no matter what.
"Are you Xia Zhichan's senior brother?"
Jiang Qin first quickly glanced at Xia Zhichan on the bed. After seeing that the latter was fine, he put away his posture of preparing to attack and asked uncertainly.
"Exactly."
Chun Bu Mian replied with a smile.
He looked Jiang Qin up and down, his eyes neither looking at a beautiful woman nor looking at his future junior brother-in-law.
The look in his eyes was very complicated, with some reminiscence and nostalgia, and some helpless sighs.
All in all, it’s a very complicated look.
Jiang Qin felt uncomfortable being looked at by the other party, but the other party did not show even a little bit of malice. Instead, he still felt a little nostalgic and guilty.
"you……"
Jiang Qin originally planned to ask a question, but opened his mouth not knowing what he was going to say, but heard Chun Bu Mian's faint voice:
"You've grown up……"
What's the meaning?
The woman frowned slightly. She probably had never seen the person in front of her, but she felt an inexplicable familiarity from the other person's words.
She didn't know where that feeling of familiarity came from, and she couldn't explain it for a while.
"What do you mean by this? Have I seen you before..."
Before she finished asking, she saw Chun BuMian looking towards the door.
There was half a piece of fine incense stuck straight on the green brick steps at the door. At this time, the ashes of the incense fell little by little in the wind, and the incense was almost burned out.
Chun BuMian sighed, it was time for him to leave.
"Junior brother will wake up soon, but he still won't be able to get out of bed in a short time. Please take good care of him."
The man finally said:
"You can ask my junior brother about my matters."
Swish——
Just when the incense burned out, and before the ashes fell to the ground, the man disappeared in an instant under Jiang Qin's gaze. Even though the woman's eyes widened, she didn't know how the man left.
Silent, like a gust of wind.
Jiang Qin walked to the door and looked at the completely burned incense ashes. He seemed to remember something in his mind, but it flashed by.
She closed the door and sat back on the futon.
"I should have seen him somewhere..."
The woman muttered.
Memory is a very strange thing. Some things that have been forgotten for a long time will suddenly surface, but they are also short-lived and can never be traced again.
"Who have you seen?"
"That's the one just now..."
Jiang Qin heard someone ask and answered casually.
It wasn't until she was halfway through speaking that she realized where the voice asking her question came from, so she turned her head in surprise.
Xia Zhichan reluctantly raised his hand and held his forehead. He looked at the panicked woman and showed a familiar smile.
The woman stood up and stretched out a trembling hand, wanting to touch Xia Zhichan, but she was afraid that all this was actually her dream, and she would wake up if she touched her.
He glanced at the trembling jade fingers stretched out.
Xia Zhichan stretched out her right hand and held it.
The hot temperature from the man's palm instantly reached the woman's cheek, making her blush slightly.
Although he blushed, he couldn't bear to let go.
"you're awake."
This is actually nonsense. If the person didn't wake up, could it be that Xia Zhichan's ghost was flirting with her here?
"yes."
Xia Zhichan replied nonsense.
After saying that, he had a chance to taste the taste in his mouth.
Then his eyes lit up:
"Has Senior Brother been here? How come I have the taste of his 'not wine' in my mouth."
The name of the wine in the wine gourd on Chun Bu Mian's waist is "Not Wine". This name was given by Xia Zhichan because he had tasted a little before and was curious as to why the senior brother was a person who didn't know how to drink. A wine gourd.
The wine has a strange taste, as if you are in a hot spring.
"yes."
Jiang Qin nodded.
Then she found that Xia Zhichan looked at her with a very special look, which made her very confused.
"Eldest Brother...didn't he say anything to you?"
"What did you say? He said something about him, let me ask you."
Jiang Qin just repeated what Chun Bu Mian said before leaving.
Xia Zhichan pursed his lips.
"Elder brother, he... he... he..."
He said the word three times, Xia Zhichan didn't know what to say, and then directly changed the topic and asked Jiang Qin.
"How much do you remember about your childhood?"
The woman was not an idiot. She quickly realized the meaning behind Xia Zhichan's words. At the same time, her mind was running wildly, recalling everything that happened when she was a child.
When I was a child, I probably had no contact with Cuilongshan. Even in the palace, I generally would not see the spiritual officials of Cuilongshan.
"My senior brother... his original surname is Jiang."
ginger? He has the same surname as him, so he should be from the royal family. In addition, Chun Bu Mian is not very old, so he looks like he is only about ten years older than himself.
Suddenly a person flashed in my mind.
No wonder I felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. I had indeed seen him before, but not Chun Bu Mian after going up the mountain, but him before going up the mountain.
The woman pursed her lips:
"Is he my brother..."
"The prince of Da Qi who died young?"
