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Chapter Seven First Sight

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    After hearing this, Luo Cang put down the wine jar involuntarily just after holding it halfway up.

    Luo Jiujiang looked drunk, lying on the ground half sitting and half lying down.  His expression was full of the vigor and vigor of a young man who was fledgling.

    "Your sword technique has only determination but no killing intent. I called you here today because I wanted to take you to kill people." Luo Cang looked at Luo Jiujiang with a dazed expression on his face, "but right now I'll change it.  idea.

    "A talent and beauty like you should only be comprehended by yourself and let the world sculpt." Luo Cang seemed to have a feeling, "If anyone wants to paint you with any color for his own thoughts, that's really the first class."  Burning zithers and boiling cranes is a disappointment."

    Here he was entangled in thinking a few times, and even sighed in a youthful manner a few times.  On the other side, Luo Jiujiang had already gotten drunk, pushed away the wine jar and leaned on his arms, taking the sky as his bed and the ground as his seat, and fell asleep without any distracting thoughts.

    It's really comfortable enough.

    Finally, he glanced at Luo Jiujiang, who was sleeping soundly with a relaxed face, and raised the wine jar on the ground again, with a rare non-ironic smile on his face: "Let's drink this cup respect  Jade in the rough."

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    Han Qianling sat quietly under the deep snowflake tree in Luo Jiujiang courtyard, frowning tightly.

    The string of Buddhist beads on his wrist has long been untied and held in his hand, and he counted them one by one more than ten times.  He even chewed two of the deep snowflakes specially planted to calm his mind.

    However, all these calming methods that have been used so well in the past have all lost their effect.

    Han Qianling knew very well in his heart why he was restless now.

    Since Luo Cang can reveal his biggest secret in one go, his identity must not be simple.  If he hadn't confirmed that he had no malice towards Luo Jiujiang, he would not have let Luo Jiujiang go to the appointment today.

    However, watching Luo Jiujiang walk up to the man he was not sure about dealing with was like putting the most precious treasure into the wolf's mouth.  It makes people feel irritated and angry.

    Not only the self-blame and powerlessness of not being able to keep the treasures in his arms, but also the pity of seeing the beautiful jade falling in the mud, the white feathers covered with dust, and the brocade being trampled underfoot¡ªhow could the wolf know the preciousness of pearls and jade?  How can others recognize Luo Jiujiang's rareness at a glance?

    As soon as Han Qianling grasped the Buddhist beads in his hand, when he opened his eyes again, there was a faint glint of deep dark blue in his pupils.  A deep snowflake the size of an adult's palm floated down in the air, Han Qianling shook his head and bit between his teeth, and swallowed it into his stomach in two or three bites.

    As soon as the sweet and fragrant petals are swallowed down the throat, there will be a stream of clear energy rising from the dantian to the sky.  Coordinating with the medicinal properties of the two deep snowflakes he swallowed earlier, Han Qianling took a deep breath, taking this opportunity to recall some past events that could calm him down.

    The past about Luo Jiujiang.

    When he was young, he was ignorant of the seven emotions and the six emotions, but his evil thoughts were extremely clear.  Those flowers, birds, plants and trees that are admired by the world as scenery, in his eyes, every inch is soaked with blood.

    If it weren't for the example of a crazy Chen family who dominated the spiritual platform purely with resentment, he didn't want to go back to the old pattern of Chen family, so he desperately used his reason to restrain the unreasonable anger in his heart, Han Qianling might have fallen into the evil heresy.

    At that time, he used many methods to suppress his emotions. Often when the mixed malice surged up in his heart, Han Qianling would let go of all his thoughts and find some repetitive and mechanical things to do.

    Chopping firewood, carrying water, tearing grass, lighting a fire He can even tie little girls' flower knots. He can look at the most complicated dragon and phoenix Chengxiang knot in the hands of the island maid, and he can tie it from beginning to end without stopping.  The time of burning incense.

    But everything can only have a temporary effect.  Over time, when things are done well, it is inevitable that distracting thoughts will float in the mind.  At this point, Han Qianling had to change his method.

    When he met Luo Jiujiang for the first time, it happened that he changed a new method: counting abacus beads.

    Sudden intensification of evil thoughts does not pick the right time. Han Qianling has encountered several urgent moments when he needs to sit cross-legged on the road and untie the abacus to move grain by grain.  People often pass by here, pointing at him who is sitting on the side of the road fiddling with his abacus, discussing his life experience and Chen's mental state, and laughing at his family that a crazy woman gave birth to a stupid son.

    It was at this time that Luo Jiujiang came to him.

    Seeing Han Qianling flicking the beads without distraction, Luo Jiujiang didn't bother, but just sat down beside him.  He waited for a full hour and three quarters until Han Qianling's mood stabilized and put away the abacus in his hand, before Luo Jiujiang said, "Does this abacus have any special meaning to you?"

    Han Qianling shook his head coldly.

    Luo Jiujiang laughed:He didn't cover it up, and was forced back into the rain by a stone. Luo Jiujiang just smiled, and drew out the knife as Luo Cang wanted.

    "Let's dance the knife." Luo Cang closed his eyes, and said this sentence as if resting his mind: "You don't have an umbrella, but only a knife. If you want to avoid being poured, practice your knife well."

    "No¡­¡­"

    Luo Cang suddenly opened his eyes: "Why say no? What dissatisfaction do you have?"

    His expression had always been very alienated and indifferent, but now he suddenly became aggressive, with an indescribable sharpness, as if the cold wind blowing against his face when a peerless magic soldier was unsheathed.

    "I don't have any dissatisfaction." Luo Jiujiang was taken aback by Luo Cang's changes, "I just want to say, I have an umbrella, and I put one in my storage bag. Besides, why  I have to practice swords without an umbrella?"

    Is there any logical relationship between the two?  If there is no umbrella, it is normal to run to the eaves to shelter from the rain at the first time.

    Luo Cang laughed again.  He often has this kind of smile when facing Luo Jiujiang. Luo Jiujiang can't accurately distinguish the meaning, but he can feel that there is a little tolerance and a little self-deprecating in that smile.  In addition, there is actually a bit of warm taste.

    "Don't worry about the umbrella, let's practice the knife." Luo Cang said softly: "I forgot, you are only fourteen years old, and you have been growing up on the island. You have never heard of those methods outside. You have to dance your knife  , when your knife is fast enough, it will not be wet by the rain." (Remember the website address of this website: www.hlnovel.com
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