Chapter 496: Chongxi bride conquers sword spirit husband 6
"Zhan Biqiao, green bamboo Yiyi. There are bandit gentlemen, such as cutting as sparring, as cutting as grinding."
The fresh and handsome face of the man in Tsing Yi reminds Shu An Ge of the verses of a gentleman recited in the Book of Songs.
He went back with them, Shu Ange was excited, and he was even more certain that he might be here for her.
Along the way, Shu Ange peeped at the man in Tsing Yi from time to time. He occasionally turned his eyes to her and nodded kindly to her.
Shu Ange was so happy that she almost forgot to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. After entering Longhe Village, the children laughed and surrounded her. After the man in Tsing Yi disappeared, she reluctantly withdrew her gaze.
The rising sun is high, the clear light is just endless emerald green, and the distant mountains are shrouded in clouds and mists.
The straw sandals blistered Shu Ange's white and tender toes, and it hurts when she walks.
She deliberately ignored the noisy child and the pain on her body, absorbing the essence of sunlight and aura.
The two mother-in-law sandwiched Shu Ange between the left and the right, staring so fiercely, not many children dared to run in front of her.
When they returned to Song's house, before the mourning hall could be evacuated, all the men in the family were on the grave, and the huge garden was even more desolate.
Mrs. Song cried a lot on the grave, and when she came back, she was supported by someone, looking like she was about to die at any time.
When the man in Tsing Yi appeared again, Shu Ange secretly rejoiced in his heart, hoping that the Song family would ignore her, and that she would be able to talk to him while she was alone in the mourning hall.
"Throw this nasty vixen to the woodshed."
Madam Song covered her head and looked at Shu Ange hatefully. Her rosy face was particularly dazzling in her eyes.
After her son died of illness, Mrs. Song suffered more than eating Huanglian, and her husband was indifferent. She was so angry that she could only blame Duan Yushu.
In her opinion, if Duan Yushu hadn't looked like a fairy, her son would not have been hooked by her. If she didn't run, her son's illness would not suddenly worsen, let alone die.
In short, in the eyes of Mrs. Song and the Song family, they were not at all wrong, but Duan Yushu was the fault.
Sure enough, I couldn't have any expectations for the old witch, and Shu Ange didn't resist, and meekly followed the two old women to the firewood room.
Tsing Yi people are not far away, walking slowly, obviously walking very slowly, but always not far in front of them.
Shu Ange had observed that, except for her, no one seemed to be able to see the Tsing Yi man.
After being locked in the firewood room again, Shu Ange pretended to be downcast and had red eyes.
After the two old ladies closed the door and left, she suddenly regained her spirits, her eyes were bright, and in the messy wood room, the people in Tsing Yi were as clean as an exile.
The two were very close, his eyes were as calm as an ancient well, and he nodded towards Shu Ange.
People in Tsing Yi give people a sense of detachment, with a clear and cold temperament, but they will not give people a sense of indifference.
Shu Ange had never seen him smile, but he had a very good impression of the people in Tsing Yi.
"Hello, my name is Duan Yushu, how about you?"
She smiled and looked at the man in Tsing Yi, sitting cross-legged on the ground, resting her chin with her hand.
The mark on Shu Ange's face by Mrs. Song was not good, but the original owner's foundation was good, and even though his face was almost scratched, it didn't make people feel too ugly.
The man in Tsing Yi imitated Shu Ange, sat down, and said calmly, "My name is Chi Xiao."
"Chi Lian's Chi, Yunxiao's Xiao?"
Shu Ange asked with a smile, and Chi Xiao nodded.
The way he sat cross-legged was very close to the people, and the sense of alienation from refusing to be thousands of miles away dissipated a lot.
Shu Ange guessed that Chi Xiao might just be unfamiliar with how to contact people.
"Aren't you human? Can you tell me what your body is? If it's inconvenient, forget it."
This question was a bit sensitive, she tentatively opened her mouth, paying attention to the change in Chi Xiao's expression when she spoke, and seeing that he did not resist, she continued to speak.
Chi Xiao looked at her quietly, his eyes were as clear as glass. He didn't answer Shu Ange's question, but instead asked, "Aren't you afraid of me?"
After he turned into a human figure, he wandered in the village for a long time, gradually learned various human languages, and also watched the good and evil of the villagers hidden in the darkness.
This is Longhe Village. Duan Yushu is an outsider in the villagers' mouths. She speaks Mandarin.
Compared with the ambiguous dialect, Chi Xiao prefers to listen to the crisp and sweet Mandarin.
Chi Xiao has been wandering in Longhe Village for many years. Sometimes he will stay on the mountain alone to watch the sunrise and sunset, and sometimes he will fall asleep in the body.
When he was a sword, killing was his whole life.
Later, he gradually opened up his spiritual consciousness, and with different masters, he watched countless joys and sorrows, love and hatred.
Chi Xiao has experienced many wars, and his swordsmanship can be called ups and downs.
Every master looks ecstatic when he gets him, but no hero, hero or coward, seldom ends well.
At that time, although he had spiritual consciousness, he could not control his own destiny.
He is a peerless sword in the eyes of others, and the hilt is inlaid with priceless colorful beads and Jiuhua jade.
Later, these two rare treasures were sold by a certain owner by all means, and even the scabbard that had accompanied him for hundreds of years was sold.
Akasaka, which has lost its decoration and is still sharp, is gradually forgotten.
He changed a lot of owners, and then ended up in the Song family, and then was taken to Longhe Village.
"Don't be afraid, you look very kind."
The crisp, golden-jade colliding voice and the sweet smile on the woman's face made Chi Xiao, who was expressionless, a little surprised.
Does he look kind? Chi Xiao thought in a trance, the days when he wandered in the sea of blood on the mountain of corpses.
The smell of blood and the stench were unpleasant, so he didn't like killing.
If that counts as kindness, he does count as kindness.
"Maybe, my body is a sword, the sword that I married with you."
Chi Xiao's tone was very calm, and there were no waves in his eyes. Shu Ange almost choked on his saliva and widened his eyes.
No wonder Song Yue's ghost was hurt by Chi Xiao's sword energy when he approached him. It turned out that he was a sword spirit.
When visiting the church, Shu Ange was deeply impressed by the long sword held in the child's hand. At that time, she was still thankful that the other party did not use a rooster to replace the groom.
Thinking of the object of her worship, who was sitting with her cross-legged at the moment, Shu Ange blushed, and the wounds on her body were less painful: "So, the one who married me was—"
Chi Xiao suddenly lowered his body, stretched out his jade-white palm, and held Shu Ange's ankle.
She was startled, but saw Chi Xiao supporting her ankle with one hand and gently taking off her straw sandals with the other.
If in the past, a beautiful man took off his shoes for himself, Shu Ange would have turned his face away shyly and timidly, and then quietly looked at the other party with his peripheral vision.
But now, Shu Ange hadn't showered for several days, and his feet were scarred by grinding on the mountain road, and blood blisters and mud were mixed together.
(I really like Chi Xiao... 嘤夤嘤, I don't want to write a short, what do you think)