【Xue Xiao】Desolate City Crossing

Chapter 36

Before the Lantern Festival, the chef at the inn didn't prepare glutinous rice balls, Xiao Xingchen added money and the chef agreed to make them. In addition, he also asked for some refreshing side dishes and rice porridge, and put them on a tray and carried them upstairs back to the room.

Xue Yang slept one more night, the rain didn't stop, the sky was still dark at noon, and the last autumn rain before winter made the world wet and cold.In this kind of weather, it would be very comfortable to wake up and warm up in the house and have a meal of glutinous rice balls.

Xiao Xingchen gently pushed open the door, opened it halfway to see the situation inside the room, then quickly bowed his head and exited, closing the door again.

Xue Yang woke up and was changing clothes.

He saw that the clothes on Xue Yang were old and didn't fit, so he went out early and bought a new one to put on the bedside.

"The meal is ready," Xiao Xingchen stood at the door with a tray in both hands, and said to the people in the room, "Get dressed and open the door for me."

After waiting for a while, the door didn't open, and the people in the room shouted through the door: "Come in, Taoist priest, I've changed it."

Xiao Xingchen pushed the door open and went in, but saw that the room was empty.The inn room was so spacious that it was almost empty, and there were no extra decorations at a glance. He went in and turned around, and suddenly a figure behind him closed the door. Looking back, he found that it was Xue Yang, wearing only trousers, his upper body was still naked, and his thin figure was clearly visible.

Xiao Xingchen avoided his eyes and said, "...Didn't you say it's ready?"

"Well, it's ready." Xue Yang returned to his previous lively and playful, "The pants are changed, hehe."

"Put on your clothes quickly."

"They're all men, so why be ashamed? The new clothes that the Taoist priest bought are good-looking, but the clothes have too many buttons, and I can't wear them with one hand. Can the Taoist priest help me wear them?"

Xiao Xingchen still turned his back to Xue Yang, refusing to turn his head back: "It's not easy to wear your old clothes, so why don't you wear them yourself?"

Xue Yang said anxiously on purpose: "If I can wear it, I can wear it, but I wear it slowly. I smell the smell of food and I'm going to starve to death. Daoist, can you help me so that I can eat quickly?"

Xiao Xingchen couldn't stand such soft-spoken requests the most, so he had to exhale, put the tray on the table, and picked up the clothes beside the bed. Xue Yang followed suit, stood beside him with his arms outstretched, with a sly smile on his face. .

He unfolded his inner garment, first put the left sleeve on Xue Yang, and then walked around from behind to the right. His gaze naturally swept across the large and small wounds on Xue Yang's back, and finally landed on the broken right arm, with slight pauses in his hands and feet.

Xue Yang died after his entire right arm was cut off. Except for the dried blood, the cut surface of the cut still retains its original appearance. It has not healed, and even the stubble is exposed.Seeing this kind of wound, Xiao Xingchen's eyes felt hot, and he couldn't bear to look any longer, so he covered it with his clothes, closed the front of the wound and carefully fastened the waist button.

The two were facing each other and were close. He was slightly taller than Xue Yang, so even with his head lowered, he still couldn't hide the expression on his face.

Sure enough, Xue Yang tilted his head and looked at him inquisitively: "Master Dao, are your eyes red?"

"No."

"You feel sorry for me?"

"No."

Xue Yang easily ignored his shy voice of denial, bumped into his arms and hugged him, and put his chin on his shoulder and said happily: "Why not, you just love me, I know!"

After a while, he comforted him instead: "Don't worry, it doesn't hurt anymore."

After three days of Lingchi torture, he was able to recover so quickly and even molested and comforted others.

Xiao Xingchen thought he was inferior to such a tenacious vitality, and he really admired it. At the same time, he felt a pang of sorrow: How much suffering and injury would he have to endure to carve the habit of self-improvement into his bones?

He really wanted to wrap this boy in his arms and rub him warmly, but in the end he just patted Xue Yang on the back and said, "It's cold, don't catch a cold, put on your coat and eat."

Xue Yang reluctantly let go of his hand, and with Xiao Xingchen's help, he also put on his coat.Xiao Xingchen actually still remembered his dressing habits. The black narrow-sleeved long-breasted and matching short boots he specially bought were a tall and handsome young man. Put on a brand-new dress, with a tight waist and a suave figure, which suddenly becomes more pleasing to the eye.

"Buy me such nice clothes?" Xue Yang looked down at the new clothes with his arms outstretched, seemingly indifferent, and said, "Why bother, I'm already dead."

"You can talk, laugh, eat and drink, you don't look like a living person." Xiao Xingchen said lightly, and helped him fasten the outermost waist button, "Okay, let's eat."

Before the two of them sat down, there was a knock on the door, and when they opened it, it was Chen Xibao.He was wearing a rainproof coir raincoat and a bamboo hat. He had obviously just come back from the outside, his feet were dripping wet, and he was holding two bunches of red candied haws in one hand and a paper bag in the other.

"Xianchang, I went shopping and found that there is a store that buys candied haws. Didn't you say that Xue Xiaoyou likes this the most? I just bought two bunches, and I also bought you a few doses of medicine to replenish qi and blood."

"Yo, I like this."

Xue Yang took a candied haws first, bit off one and was about to eat it, but saw Xiao Xingchen's clear eyes staring at him unblinking, a little weird, he couldn't help but froze, not knowing what was wrong.

"Xue Yang, it's rude to accept someone's kindness without thanking you."

Xue Yang half opened his mouth with a hawthorn fruit in his mouth and said, "Huh?"

Xiao Xingchen's voice was calm and firm, and he put it in a more straightforward way: "Thank you, Brother Chen."

Xue Yang didn't seem to understand even more, his two thick eyebrows were knit together: "Huh???"

Did you hear me right?Want Xue Yang to thank him?Or for such a trivial matter?Xiao Xingchen used to turn a blind eye to his behavior, what happened today?

"It's okay, it's okay, Xiaoyou Xue is uninhibited and doesn't pay attention to these vain etiquette," Chen Xibao smoothed things out with a smile, and raised the paper bag in his hand: "Master Dao, this is the medicine for your blood, but the decoction method prescribed by the pharmacy is not for me. forget……"

Xiao Xingchen said gratefully, "Thank you, Brother Chen, for your trouble. I have a basic knowledge of medicine, so I can just tell the chef how to cook this little thing. Brother Chen, why don't you take a rest, let's order some more good dishes together tonight."

"Small meaning, small meaning," Chen Xibao stuffed the paper bag into Xiao Xingchen's arms, and made a gesture of invitation: "The back kitchen is over there, the fairy head should let them cook the medicine earlier."

Xiao Xingchen wanted to have dinner with Xue Yang, but he couldn't refuse Brother Chen's kindness, so he took the medicine bag and went to find the waiter. After his white back disappeared around the corner, Xue Yang slowly swallowed the hawthorn in his mouth and went back to the table. Sit in front.

"Tomb robber, what is the matter that you have to dismiss him? You'd better say something useful, otherwise, I will take revenge on you for interrupting my meal with the Taoist priest."

At this time, Chen Xibao and Xiao Xingchen had taken care of Xue Yang together for three days, and after hearing so much about the past, they knew that Xiao Xingchen would never hurt Xue Yang if he was with him. He was no longer afraid of this ghost, and said relaxedly: "Hey, Xue Xiaoyou is really smart, there is something that the Immortal Elder won't let me tell you, but I think you should know, so I dismissed him."

Xue Yang narrowed his eyes slightly: "He won't let you tell me?"

Chen Xibao: "Yes."

Xue Yang slapped the table with a "bang" and said harshly: "Then you still say?! Isn't this lying to him behind his back?!"

Chen Xibao pretended to be contemplative and regretted, "That's right, then I won't talk about it."

"Come back!" Xue Yang walked around in front of Chen Xibao who turned and left like a gust of wind, seeing a face that looked upright but could not conceal a narrow smile, he was immediately a little annoyed.

"What's going on? What happened in the past three days that made you so bold that you dare to play tricks with me? What is it that he won't let you tell me? Tell me quickly! It's just this one time, don't lie to him in the future!"

"Yes, yes," Chen Xibao agreed, straightening his appearance and saying, "How is Xiaoyou Xue feeling? Has he fully recovered?"

Xue Yang was impatient: "What nonsense, let's get to the point."

Chen Xibao was still calm and unhurried: "I see that Xue Xiaoyou is in good spirits, he is more energetic than three days ago, and the blood from Immortal Xiao Xingchen is really curative."

"Yes," Xue Yang didn't know what kind of medicine Chen Xibao bought in the gourd, so he could only follow him, "Drink half a bowl of blood and sleep again, and you'll be fine when you wake up."

"Half a bowl?" Chen Xibao asked back, "Xue Xiaoyou really thinks half a bowl of blood can achieve such a good effect?"

"What do you mean?"

"Little friend, I, Mr. Chen, are also quite proficient in different arts. I know that Xiao Xingchen used blood to nourish the soul. In the past few days, Xiao Xingchen fed you more than half a bowl of blood. He Feed you three or four times, there must be more than a dozen and a half bowls! The wound on the wrist has not healed since it was cut open, and it was torn apart after a little healing. Time and time again, this method of nourishing the soul not only costs blood but also Spiritual power, ordinary monks have to practice for a few days before recovering once they perform a bloodletting technique like this. Immortal Xiaoxingchen is really a master. He has performed bloodletting techniques more than a dozen times and has not had much rest for three consecutive days, but I think, no matter how powerful it is Even someone like you can't stand such exhaustion, he really has good intentions for you, I want my little friend to know this kindness."

After hearing this, Xue Yang bowed his head and remained silent. When he spoke again, he did not have the slightest sense of impatience or disdain, and said in a deep voice, "Thank you for telling me this, and I still have a few days to help him."

After Chen Xibao left, Xue Yang closed the door and paced back and forth in the room, picked up the disaster relief and poured it with spiritual energy, and it really felt very abundant, not at all like a spiritual body that had been tortured for three days.

When Xiao Xingchen returned to the house, he saw him swinging the sword, his eyes were full of joy: "You can practice sword now? You're recovering well."

Xue Yang looked at Xiao Xingchen's wrist and asked, "How about you? Is the injury on your wrist okay?"

Xiao Xingchen said lightly, "Fortunately, nothing serious."

Unexpectedly, the Jianghu sword glow drew an arc, Xue Yang pointed the tip of the sword at him and raised his voice: "That's good, since there is nothing serious, the Taoist priest will practice with me, I want to see how far I have recovered .”

After finishing speaking, he raised his sword to stab, Xiao Xingchen blocked the blow, took a few steps back, and hastily stopped him: "You just woke up not long ago, you still need to cultivate yourself."

Xue Yang joked: "It's okay, I feel that all my strength is useless!"

Sword Qi came close to him again, Xiao Xingchen narrowly dodged it, and simply withdrew the Soul Binding Curse, and the disaster came to the ground with a clang.

"Xue Yang, stop making trouble, it's easy to damage other people's inn utensils in the house."

"What are you afraid of! Anyway, Daoist Master, you are a fool and have a lot of money, just pay the store."

Xiao Xingchen felt that there was something in Xue Yang's words, and he was angry. Before he could understand, a silk thread grew from the palm of Xue Yang's hand and wrapped it around his wrist, and he held Jiang Mi back in his hand again.

"Soul binding? How can you do it? When did Mr. Wei teach you?"

"Tch," Xue Yang raised his eyebrows disdainfully, "There's no need for him to teach me, I'm proficient in the way of ghosts anyway, I can understand his ways after a little research, Taoist priest, watch the sword carefully!"

The disaster disaster is a sword that Xue Yang has used for more than ten years, and it is very handy. Every stab is fast and hard. Xiao Xingchen has to fight it with all his strength, but he has no weapon in his hand, so he can only dodge back and forth. Destroy whatever you cut, leaving deep scratches one after another on the wooden furniture on the wall.

Dodging the gap, Xiao Xingchen said hastily, "Why are you going crazy all of a sudden? Even if you want to practice your hands, don't be in a hurry right now?"

His swordsmanship and spiritual power were far superior to Xue Yang's, but after three consecutive days of consumption, he was weak and unarmed and could only rely on his mind to condense sword energy out of thin air and palm wind to resist.

Xue Yang swung his sword more and more calmly, and finally, Xiao Xingchen was forced to a corner, with Jiang Mi on his slender, fair neck.

Xue Yang suppressed Xiao Xingchen: "What's the matter, didn't the Taoist priest say that he was healthy? He was a famous teacher, but he couldn't beat me, a half-hearted ghost who was delayed for three days? Honestly, how much did you spend?" How much spiritual power has the blood crossed for me?"

Xiao Xingchen supported his weak body and fought hard until he was dizzy, and everything in his eyes was spinning. Hearing this, he finally understood why Xue Yang made a sudden attack and wanted to force him to "practice his hands". After coughing twice, he gave up resisting completely, and leaned against the wall Relax your whole body and take a big breath.

"You don't feel sorry... just say thank you, why... force me to this point..."

Xue Yang put away Jiang Disaster and threw it on the bed, and said angrily: "How can you admit it if you are not forced, how can I know how exhausted you have been if I don't try? Can the Taoist priest's broken habit of doing good things in silence be okay?" Change it?"

"Cough cough..."

The person leaning against the wall covered his chest with one hand and covered his mouth with the other, coughing heavily and unable to answer, Xue Yang blinked, feeling guilty:

"What, what's going on? I didn't hit hard, it's impossible to hurt you, don't scare me."

But Xiao Xingchen could not stand still due to coughing, and leaned against the wall and bent down. Xue Yang hurriedly helped him, Xiao Xingchen stretched out a hand to grab his arm, and tightened his fingers while coughing, as if in pain unbearable.

Xue Yang was anxiously regretting, and wanted to say something to apologize, when the hand on his wrist with well-defined knuckles suddenly flipped and changed its strength, a force entangled his arm, twisted it quickly and twisted his arm behind his back, forcing his whole body to lie on the ground. Unable to turn over the wall, the situation was completely reversed. Xiao Xingchen stood up straight behind him, stopped coughing and said clearly: "Although I am weak, if you are also unarmed, you are still no match for me."

Xue Yang's arm hurt a bit from being twisted, and after being surprised, he lay on the wall and couldn't help laughing——Xiao Xingchen, who has always been upright, can actually play tricks and trick people into sneak attacks!

The author has something to say: "Gentleness" is a thing that the little hooligan has never learned. Unless the love is strong, otherwise, he is good at fighting and killing, and firing mouth cannons. However, he will always be resolved by the Taoist priest.

There are so many things I want to write about Xue Xiao, I even want to ignore the story, and record their daily life like a journal.

However, after all, the writing power is limited and the time is limited. This article should end around fifty or sixty chapters