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When he heard Han Pu talk about his family,
These words inexplicably appeared in his mind, just like the sentence "Born in sorrow, die in peace and happiness."
But he clearly didn't even know what kind of poem this was,
And he didn't understand the word "Han" in Qin and Han.
What exactly was it referring to?
Was he possessed by some kind of wandering ghost? Thinking of the familiar power that surged out of nowhere that day,
Compared to being possessed by a wandering ghost, he would rather believe that,
He was the wandering ghost.
However, the memories and emotions from childhood to adulthood were so clear and deep.
...
When Han Pu tidied up and came out, Qin Song was no longer in the room. Han Pu was very familiar with this hostage residence,
And soon found him in the garden.
Qin Song was practicing with a sword.
Qin Song was practicing with a sword,
Qin Song was good at the zither, good at singing, and good at dancing, but he was not good at the sword. The sword was in his hand,
It was just a prop for the dance.
Qin Song was practicing with a sword. Although it was flashy, it was extremely good to see.
Under the bright moonlight,
The youth in white seemed to be glowing all over. His wide sleeves fluttered like clouds, his flexible waist,
His black hair fluttered in the wind,
His long sword was overflowing with cold light... Han Pu couldn't describe it,
But he only felt that every movement of the youth was exuding a fatal attraction, attracting his eyes and making his heart beat wildly. He didn't dare to speak, didn't dare to breathe...
The youth's movements were originally slow and light, but towards the end, they gradually became intense. He moved and flipped on the ground, his sword danced and stabbed in the air, each sword faster than the previous one, each sword heavier than the previous one... Han Pu seemed to hear the sound of war drums in his ears, and seemed to see thunder raging in front of his eyes. He only felt frightened and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.
Finally, the thunder stopped and the drums stopped, and the wind calmed down.
Qin Song sheathed his sword and saw Han Pu's stupid look with his eyes and mouth wide open. He frowned and said, "What's wrong?"
However, despite his stupidity, he wasn't loathsome. His eyes were bright and spirited, and one could only sigh in admiration, nothing else.
Han Pu gulped. "I finally understand why Qin Yue treated you so …"
Qin Song interrupted, "Qin Yue has never seen me wield my sword."
"Ah?" That's not possible, right?
Qin Song said indifferently, "Even if the Qin Song sword dance is a pastime, it is for me, the Qin Song, to amuse myself and not to please others."
"Oh …" Han Pu didn't know how to respond. After thinking for a while, he said, "How about I teach you swordsmanship?"
Qin Song looked at him in surprise, then shook his head and said, "No need." In this era, skills couldn't be taught easily, let alone martial arts skills that could help one settle down and establish one's life. Besides, he didn't think he needed such a thing.
Han Pu advised, "Your sword dance was indeed beautiful, but swords are used to kill people. What's the use of just being beautiful?"
Qin Song said, "If I can create the world's most beautiful sword dance, then naturally I can create the world's most powerful swordsmanship as well."
Han Pu said, "Beautiful and killing people are two different things, okay? According to your words, aren't those little beauties dancing all experts? "
"They can't, but I can." Qin Song paused, then said with certainty, "Of course I can."
Han Pu was speechless at Qin Song's inexplicable confidence. He said, "Even if you want to create your own swordsmanship, you have to first familiarize yourself with it …"
Han Pu couldn't finish his words because he found that Qin Song was no longer dancing with the sword, but practicing a single straight thrust over and over again. He closed his eyes, as if he was repeating the same simple and boring action, but Han Pu, who was proficient in swordsmanship, was frightened. Qin Song's every action was different, and he seemed to be constantly making subtle adjustments to make this strike faster, more accurate, more ruthless, and more invulnerable! All of this seemed to be instinctive.
He suddenly believed Qin Song's words. He might really be able to create the world's most powerful swordsmanship — so in this world, there were really geniuses who were born to use swords?
Qin Song gestured with his eyes closed and said, "If you have nothing to do, go and find me a sword."
Han Pu didn't want to leave, so he said resentfully, "Isn't that a sword in your hand?"
Qin Song said, "It's too light."
A sword for dancing and a sword for killing were, after all, different.
"Oh."
Qin Song said, "You know where the money box is. Go and get it yourself."
Han Pu answered unhappily. He had just taken two steps when he suddenly felt that something was wrong. He turned around and saw Qin Song suddenly bending over and vomiting a mouthful of blood. His face was pale, and his body was somewhat unstable.
Han Pu's expression changed greatly. He took two steps to Qin Song's side, helped him to sit down on a stone bench, and held his wrist.
Qin Song had long been accustomed to vomiting blood. He rinsed his mouth with tea and said in surprise, "You also know medicine?"
Han Pu said unhappily, "Shut up, don't talk!"
After a long time, he released his hand with a serious expression and said, "How did you get such a serious internal injury? You were fine last time … "
Suddenly, his expression changed dramatically, and he said angrily, "What did Qin Yue do to you?"
Qin Song couldn't help but think of those disgusting things. His expression was a bit ugly, and he said, "It's just a small injury. Don't take it to heart."
"Small injury?" Han Pu said angrily, "Do you know what kind of situation you are in? Right now, you're like a vase that's covered in cracks but hasn't completely shattered. A gust of wind or a cough might cause you to scatter! "
He bent over and squatted in front of Qin Song, and said in a low voice, "Come up!"
"What are you doing?"
Han Pu said calmly, "I'll take you back to your room first, and then I'll call a doctor."
Qin Song found it difficult to explain his current physical condition, and he was too lazy to explain. He said, "There is a green porcelain bottle in the box in my room. It contains the medicine made by Qin Yi. You run fast, help …"
Before he finished speaking, Han Pu ran out of his sight.
Qin Song closed his eyes and recalled the feeling when he was practicing the sword just now. He always felt that something was missing, as if there was a thin barrier separating him from something that he could not touch no matter how hard he tried.
What should he do … he couldn't find someone to anger him again, could he?
While he was frowning and thinking, his wrist was suddenly grabbed. Qin Song opened his eyes and saw Han Pu looking at him angrily. He said angrily, "Do you want to die?"
Qin Song looked at his right hand that was grabbed by Han Pu, and silently relaxed his fingers that had unknowingly formed a sword. He pushed Han Pu's hand away and poured himself a glass of water.
Han Pu's face was very ugly. He said, "You haven't given up yet?" Otherwise, why would he still be thinking about the sword art at this time?
Qin Song frowned. He did not want to lie to Han Pu, and he also could not explain his current condition. Although his injuries looked serious, they were not fatal. Although that force had broken his body, it had also firmly glued it back together and was constantly improving his physique. It could be said that in his current condition, other than spitting out a small mouthful of blood from time to time and feeling pain for a while, he was actually in better condition than anyone else.
He said, "Han Pu, I asked you to follow me, but it doesn't mean that you can interfere in my business." He wanted to say that he was fine, but he needed someone to believe him!
Han Pu said angrily, "Is it worth it for you to risk your life for a Qin Yue?"
Qin Song did not say anything. He held the glass and sipped slowly.
Han Pu saw that he did not take his words seriously and said angrily, "Fine, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't be injured like this. Since you can't let go, I'll kill him for you!"
He turned around and left.
Qin Song shouted, "Han Pu!"
Qin Yue had just recovered from his injuries and was at his most vigilant. What was the difference between an assassination at this time and seeking death?
Han Pu stopped, but did not turn around. He said coldly, "You told me not to interfere in your business, then you shouldn't interfere in my business either!"
"I don't want to interfere in your business either, but I have a few things to make clear to you." Qin Song said calmly, "First, my injury has nothing to do with Qin Yue, and it has nothing to do with you. Don't take everything on yourself. Second, I didn't risk my life. Even if I did, it would not be for Qin Yue. It could only be for myself. Third, I know my injury better than anyone else. It won't get better because of careful nursing, and it won't worsen because I practice martial arts. "
Qin Song paused and continued, "Whether you believe these words or not, it's up to you. If you want to kill Qin Yue, it's up to you. But it has nothing to do with me. If you want to throw away your life, don't use my name."
Han Pu did not move for a long time. Qin Song was angry at his stubbornness, but Han Pu suddenly turned around and sat down beside Qin Song. He put the medicine bottle on the stone table and poured another glass of water for him. He smiled and said, "Take the medicine, take the medicine!"
Qin Song stared at him. How could this person's face change so quickly?
Han Pu smiled and said, "Of course I believe your words. But it's rare for you to care about me so much and say so many words in one breath. I wanted to hear more, but you didn't say anything after waiting for so long. "
Qin Song was speechless and took the medicine silently.
Although Qin Yi's medicine had no effect on his injury, it was very effective in relieving the pain. Every time he had an attack, he felt as if his whole body was being torn apart. Even though Qin Song was not afraid of pain, he still found it hard to bear.
After sitting for a while, Qin Song regained his strength and was about to drive Han Pu away so that he could continue practicing his swordsmanship. Suddenly, he heard someone's voice. He turned his head and saw several lanterns swaying in the woods, which seemed to be heading towards his small courtyard.
Han Pu said, "It should be Blockhead. He even brought some people with him."
…
Yu Sheng left with four people, but came back with forty people. Men and women of all ages stood in a few rows, waiting for Qin Song to choose. The manager carefully accompanied them, saying that he was not considerate and so on.
The staff of the hostage residence was supposed to be provided by Daqin, so Qin Song did not refuse. He chose four women in their thirties or forties who looked neat and tidy and asked the manager to take the others back. The manager strongly advised him to keep a cook, a sewing nanny, two coachmen, and a servant.
Yu Sheng took them to settle down. Han Pu sighed and complained, "People pick young and beautiful people. You are so good … At least leave one for us to look at!"
When Qin Song was in Southern Chu, he also liked to use young and beautiful girls. But now, he had changed his mind. If a girl was born beautiful, even if she was a servant who sold her body, it was inevitable that she would be arrogant. In the past, he was happy to coax them. Even if the girls threw tantrums at him, he also felt that it was interesting … But now, he did not have such thoughts.
He frowned and said, "Don't you think he is too attentive? I feel like I have overlooked something. "
Han Pu said, "How can it be? Qin Yue is so infatuated with her. It would be strange if he is not attentive, right? "
"Ying …" Qin Song suddenly realized that he was really confused!
When he failed to assassinate Qin Yue and was captured, he felt that he was going to die. In order to protect Yi An, he told Qin Yue that only by pretending to be infatuated with Yi An could he confuse the Qi people. But no matter how infatuated Qin Yue was with Yi An, he would not let go of the assassin who directly attacked him.
Now that he was here alive, it was obvious that he replaced Yi An's position of being "infatuated" …
Qin Song touched his forehead and said, "Tomorrow, take my token to Nan An Teahouse and tell them that I will go to drink tea in two days. Ask them to reserve a room by the window facing the south."
Han Pu blinked and said, "Huh?"
It was just a cup of tea. Did it have to be so troublesome?
Qin Song said lightly, "If I stay here, I will be like a sparrow with its wings tied. What's the use of practicing martial arts? I have to leave Daqin first. "
Han Pu said, "Leave Daqin? Isn't it easy? This is my profession … "
He suddenly remembered that this young man's ability to escape was not inferior to his. He suddenly said, "You want to leave openly? I think you should stop dreaming. How can Qin Yue let you go? "
Qin Song said, "Don't say it's impossible if you haven't tried."
He got up and went back to his room.
But he clearly didn't know what kind of poem this was, and he didn't understand what the word "Han" in the Qin and Han Dynasties meant.
Was he possessed by some kind of wandering ghost? Thinking of the familiar power that he didn't know where it came from, he would rather believe that he was the wandering ghost than be possessed by a wandering ghost.
However, the memories and emotions from when he was young were so clear and deep.
… …
When Han Pu finished tidying up and came out, Qin Song was no longer in the room. Han Pu was very familiar with the hostage residence, so he quickly found him in the garden.
Qin Song was practicing swordsmanship.
Qin Song was practicing swordsmanship. Qin Song was good at guqin, singing, and dancing, but he wasn't good at swordsmanship. The sword in his hand was just a prop for dancing.
Qin Song was practicing swordsmanship. Although it was flashy and impractical, it was extremely beautiful.
Under the bright moonlight, the young man in white seemed to be glowing all over. His wide sleeves fluttered like clouds, his flexible waist, his black hair fluttering in the wind, his long sword overflowing with cold light … Han Pu couldn't describe it, but he felt that every movement of the young man exuded a fatal attraction, attracting his eyes and making his heart beat wildly. He didn't dare to speak, didn't dare to breathe …
The young man's movements were originally slow and graceful, but towards the end, they gradually became more intense. He moved and flipped on the ground, his sword danced and stabbed in the air, each strike faster than the last, each strike heavier than the last … Han Pu's ears seemed to hear the sound of war drums, and his eyes seemed to see the sound of thunder. He only felt frightened and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.
Finally, the thunder stopped and the drums stopped, the wind and waves calmed down.
Qin Song sheathed his sword and saw Han Pu's stupid look with his eyes and mouth wide open. He frowned and said, "What's wrong?"
But although he was stupid, he wasn't annoying. His eyes were clear and bright, and there was only admiration and nothing else.
Han Pu swallowed his saliva and said, "I finally understand why Qin Yue treated you so …"
Qin Song interrupted, "Qin Yue has never seen me perform a sword dance."
"Ah?" That's not possible, right?
Qin Song said lightly, "Qin Song's sword dance is a pastime, but it's for me, Qin Song, to pass the time and entertain myself, not to please others."
"Oh …" Han Pu didn't know how to continue. He thought for a while and said, "Why don't I teach you swordsmanship?"
Qin Song looked at him in surprise and shook his head. "No need." In this era, skills couldn't be taught easily, let alone martial arts skills that could help one settle down and establish one's life. Moreover, he didn't think he needed such things.
Han Pu advised, "Your sword dance was beautiful, but the sword is used to kill people. What's the use of looking beautiful?"
Qin Song said, "I can create the world's most beautiful sword dance, so naturally I can create the world's most powerful swordsmanship."
Han Pu said, "Looking beautiful and killing people are two different things, okay? According to what you said, aren't those dancing beauties all experts? "
"They can't, but I can." Qin Song paused and said with certainty, "Of course I can."
Han Pu was speechless at Qin Song's inexplicable confidence. He said, "Even if you want to create your own swordsmanship, you have to first familiarize yourself with …"
Han Pu couldn't finish his sentence because he found that Qin Song was no longer performing the sword dance, but practicing a single straight thrust over and over again. He closed his eyes, as if he was repeating the same simple and boring action, but Han Pu, who was proficient in swordsmanship, was shocked. Qin Song's every action was different, and he seemed to be constantly making subtle adjustments to make this strike faster, more accurate, more ruthless, and more invulnerable! All of this seemed to be instinctive.
He suddenly believed Qin Song's words. He might really be able to create the world's most powerful swordsmanship. So in this world, there were really geniuses who were born to use swords?
Qin Song gestured with his eyes closed and said, "If you have nothing to do, go and find me a sword."
Han Pu didn't want to leave now, so he said angrily, "Isn't that a sword in your hand?"
Qin Song said, "It's too light."
A sword for dancing and a sword for killing were, after all, different.
"Oh."
Qin Song said, "You know where the money box is. Go and get it yourself."
Han Pu answered unhappily. He had just taken two steps when he suddenly felt something was wrong. He turned around and saw Qin Song suddenly bending over and spitting out a mouthful of blood. His face was pale and his body was somewhat unstable.
Han Pu's expression changed greatly. He took two steps to Qin Song's side, helped him to sit down on a stone bench, and held his wrist.
Qin Song had long been accustomed to vomiting blood. He rinsed his mouth with tea and said in surprise, "You also know medicine?"
Han Pu said unhappily, "Shut up, don't talk!"
After a long time, he released his hand with a dignified expression and said, "How did you get such a serious internal injury? You were fine last time … "
Suddenly, his expression changed dramatically and he said angrily, "What did Qin Yue do to you?"
Qin Song couldn't help but think of those disgusting things. His expression was a bit ugly, and he said, "It's just a small injury. Don't take it to heart."
"A small injury?" Han Pu said angrily, "Do you know what kind of situation you are in now? Right now, you're like a vase that's covered in cracks but hasn't completely shattered. A gust of wind or a cough might cause you to scatter! "
He bent over and squatted in front of Qin Song, and said in a low voice, "Come up!"
"What are you doing?"
Han Pu said with a sullen face, "I'll take you back to your room first, and then I'll call the doctor."
Qin Song found it difficult to explain his current physical condition, and he was too lazy to explain. He said, "There is a green porcelain bottle in the box in my room. It contains the medicine that Qin Yi made. You ran fast, help …"
Before he could finish his words, Han Pu had already run off without a trace.
Qin Song closed his eyes and recalled the feeling when he was practicing the sword just now. He always felt that something was missing, as if there was a thin barrier separating him from something that he could not touch no matter how hard he tried.
What should he do to get rid of that feeling … He couldn't find someone to anger him again, could he?
While he was frowning and pondering, someone suddenly grabbed his wrist. Qin Song opened his eyes and saw Han Pu looking at him angrily. He said angrily, "Do you want to die?"
Qin Song looked at his right hand that was grabbed by Han Pu, and silently relaxed his fingers that had unknowingly formed a sword. He pushed Han Pu's hand away and poured himself a glass of water.
Han Pu's face was very ugly. He said, "You haven't given up yet?" Otherwise, why would he still be thinking about the sword art at this time?
Qin Song frowned. He did not want to lie to Han Pu, and he also could not explain his current condition. Although the injuries on his body looked serious, they were not fatal. Although that force had broken his body, at the same time, it had firmly glued it back together and was constantly improving his physique. It could be said that in his current condition, other than spitting out a small mouthful of blood from time to time and feeling pain for a while, he was actually in better condition than anyone else.
He said, "Han Pu, I asked you to follow me, but it doesn't mean that you can interfere with my business at will." He wanted to say that he was fine, but he needed someone to believe him!
Han Pu said angrily, "Is it worth it for you to risk your life for a Qin Yue?"
Qin Song did not say anything. He held the glass and slowly sipped it.
Han Pu saw that he did not take his words seriously at all. He said angrily, "Well, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been injured like this. Since you can't let it go, I'll go kill him for you!"
He turned around and left.
Qin Song shouted, "Han Pu!"
Qin Yue had just recovered from his injuries and was at his most vigilant. What was the difference between an assassination at this time and seeking death?
Han Pu stopped, but did not turn around. He said coldly, "You asked me to stay out of your business, then stay out of my business as well!"
"I also don't want to bother with your business, but I have a few things to say to you." Qin Song said calmly, "First, my injury has nothing to do with Qin Yue, and it has nothing to do with you. Don't take everything on yourself. Second, I didn't risk my life. Even if I risked my life, it would not be for Qin Yue. It could only be for myself. Third, I know my injury better than anyone else. It won't get better because of careful nursing, and it won't worsen because I practice martial arts. "
Qin Song paused and continued, "It's up to you whether you believe these words or not. If you want to kill Qin Yue, it's up to you. But it has nothing to do with me. If you want to die, don't use my name."
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