You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 456 Zhuyue, the Sword Servant Who Returns His Parents

After three rounds of wine and five dishes, when the four people came out, it was already dark. Looking at the two people arm in arm, Zhu Yue had no choice but to pick up Niao Niao and pull the two back to an exquisite courtyard.

Although the two were a little drunk, they refused to go back to the house to sleep. They flew to the roof, looked at the two full moons in the sky, and boasted loudly.

Chang Qing hadn't been so happy in a long time. He was too cautious and naturally didn't dare to trust anyone in front of him. Even when he was drinking with Yan Feidu, he quietly used some subtle means to see the other party's intentions.

But the result made him feel ashamed of himself. Yan Feidu's mind was clear, like glass, and he did not have the slightest intention of murdering anyone. Even when he was drinking with Chang Qing, his heart was wide open and he was not on guard at all.

Changqing admits that he is not as broad-minded as Yan Feidu!

Listening to Zhuyue's safety reminder below, Changqing also drank wine in big gulps, waiting for his nerves to become numb.

The tension that had been building up for a long time quietly relaxed under the influence of Yan Feidu.

The two chatted casually, and when they were having a great time, they laughed out loud facing the bright moon and drinking wine...

In a trance, Chang Qing returned to the university campus, that dormitory, and those rebellious children who joked with each other. There were not so many intrigues, not so many calculations, and not so many death crises.

Chang Qing was suddenly inspired and wrote: "The evening clouds have all disappeared, leaving the cold air. The Milky Way is silently turning like a jade plate. This night in this life will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year?"

The poems from my previous life were stuck in my chest, and now they burst out with courage and heroism!

Yan Feidu and Xiafang Zhuyue were both stunned when they heard this. The artistic conception of the poem was majestic and if they savored it carefully, they would find that it was in perfect harmony with the scene.

"What a good poem! I didn't expect there is such a talented poet, Brother Ling!" Yan Feidu on the side clapped his hands in praise.

In the courtyard, Zhuyue, holding a sword, listened and nodded. The poem was indeed excellent. She also looked at Changqing with a different eye. She never thought that this person whom the young man made friends with on a whim had such ability.

On the roof, Yan Feidu looked at the huge moon and stood up.

"I want to recite a poem too!"

"There's a big moon in the sky,

Like a big pie painting of the night sky;

Drinking wine, writing poetry and appreciating the bright moon,

Xiaoyuan Zhuyue listened patiently. "

"Excellent, excellent! Brother Yan is also very talented in poetry!" Chang Qing clapped his hands in praise.

Zhu Yue looked at her own master with displeasure.

After reciting the poem, Yan Feidu finally got drunk and almost slipped off the roof. Fortunately, Chang Qing was quick and caught it and handed it to Zhuyue.

Changqing exhaled lightly, and quite liked the feeling of being drunk, but when he saw Zhuyue coming out, he knew he had important things to do, so the alcohol in his body was quickly dissipated, and he floated down and sat on the stone table in the yard.

Zhuyue came out and looked at Changqing with a gleam in his eyes. Knowing that the other party was no longer drunk, she became alert.

"What are you going to do?" Zhu Yue's voice became much colder.

"Don't be afraid, Miss Zhuyue. I have no intention of harming Brother Yan. On the contrary, I admire Brother Yan's character."

Zhuyue looked at the figure on the stone bench, hesitated for a moment, then came and sat down opposite Changqing, holding the sword.

Feeling Changqing again at close range at this moment, Zhuyue was a little dazed. Compared with the person just now, it seemed like a different person.

Changqing took out some tea utensils and started to make tea.

"Miss Zhuyue, you are the sword servant, right?"

Changqing fiddled with the tea set and asked.

Zhu Yue was stunned. She didn't expect that her identity as a sword servant was actually seen through by Chang Qing.

"How did you know that?!"

Under the moonlight, Changqing's face seemed a little cold and extraordinary.

"A sword servant, as the name suggests, is a servant holding a sword. Generally, sword servants mobilize the power of the yin in their bodies to continuously nourish the sword, allowing the sword to generate some spirituality at a faster speed. But why did I see today that the sword was feeding back your spirit, Miss Zhuyue, can you tell me the reason?"

Zhuyue was surprised. She didn't expect Changqing could even see this.

"..."

Seeing that Zhuyue didn't say anything, Changqing didn't care and told what he saw: "The spiritual roots in your body are full of broken spells and restrictions, which have damaged your spiritual roots. Your spiritual roots and your body are too closely embedded. Not only can you not practice, but your fate is also linked. The broken spiritual roots are constantly leaking your life essence, is that right?"

Zhuyue had already stood up, took a few steps back, and looked at Changqing with horror in her eyes.

"Who are you anyway?"

"Miss Zhuyue, don't be afraid. Can you tell me what happened to you now?"

Changqing pushed out a cup of hot tea with a wonderful aroma.

A half moon was reflected in the teacup, as well as Zhuyue's frightened face.

Zhuyue looked at Changqing for a long time before she slowly sat down, picked up her tea, and tried to guess Changqing's intentions. But she soon remembered that the other party was actually bringing an extremely naive little girl with him, so Zhuyue guessed a little bit about this person's purpose.

She gritted her teeth, raised the teacup, and drank it in one gulp. Suddenly, a warm current flowed through her stomach, which gave Zhuyue a little courage:

“Five years ago, I was about the same age as the little kid you brought with you. I was picking herbs in the mountains that day when I was kidnapped by a bandit flying in the sky. I later learned that the man had seen through my spiritual roots and kidnapped me because of them. He wanted to sell me for a good price. He kept us in a dark iron cage. In order to prevent us from escaping, he not only didn’t give us enough food, but also put a forbidden spell on all of us. We couldn’t sense spiritual power, let alone practice. We had almost accepted our fate and were used as cauldrons and tools to wantonly take our Yuan Yin.

After many twists and turns, we finally arrived at the Central Region, and there, we were stopped in the iron cage. After the sounds of fighting, the black cloth on the cage was lifted, and we saw the young master.

The sun, which we thought we would never see again, came into our eyes again. We were saved. However, when the restriction was lifted, the first few people were successful, but when it came to my turn, because my spiritual roots were underdeveloped and had not yet fully grown, I was imprisoned by the restriction for too long. My spiritual roots had been imprinted with part of the restriction, and the moment it was lifted, the restriction suddenly tore through my spiritual roots. "

Speaking of this, a trace of loneliness flashed in Zhuyue's eyes.

"After that, the young master sent those people away and only kept me by his side. He thought it was his own responsibility that my spiritual roots changed from good to bad. From that day on, the young master's sword has been nurturing my spiritual roots, so that I would not die early. If you want to kill me, I can give you my life! The young master is a good man, so... please don't hurt me, okay?"

Chang Qing blinked his eyes. Did he look ferocious? How could there be such a misunderstanding?

"When did I say I would kill you? Do I look like a bad guy?" After being speechless for a while, Chang Qing spoke.

"Aren't you here to find the murderer who destroyed your business?" Zhu Yue saw Chang Qing's expression and seemed to know that she was wrong.

"My business? Haha, my business makes money much faster than that thing, and it's completely moral." Chang Qing curled his lips and said disdainfully.

This made Zhuyue lose confidence, and she looked at Changqing in a daze without saying a word.

"What a silly girl~"

Chang Qing stood up and shook his head, looking at the half cup of tea left and said: "I suggest you drink all the tea. This cup of tea can even buy half of Xiongshan City!"