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Chapter 706
Perhaps because of long time no see, Mu Dianke's appearance looked much lighter, and he was dressed in white.Wearing a head of long black hair as usual, the cold eyes are still shrouded in smoke, but not so chilling, leisurely like flowers shining in the water, and like a river of smoke enveloping the cold water and the moon enveloping the gauze.

When she walked in, Jin Yanchen had returned to his original silence.

She just pretended not to see the ecstasy that flowed from Jin Yanchen's eyes the moment she crossed the threshold.

Some things are better not known than known.It's embarrassing to say the least.

"When... came?"

The corner of Jin Yanchen's jaw was tense.He almost asked Cheng when he came back, only to think of his side, because she was no longer coming back.

"last night."

Mu Dian had a natural demeanor, and sat down next to Jin Yanchen, not too close or far away, turned around and said to Yanming, "Yanming, bring me a spoon."

"It's cold." Jin Yanchen's eyes followed Mu Dianke's as they landed on the mushroom soup condensed with a few white oil stars, and said, "Let the smoked tea be warmed up."

"Yes, yes, yes," Yan Ming rushed over, hurriedly removed the plate in front of Mu Dianke, almost incoherent: "It's not good to eat when it's cold, girl, wait a minute, it will cool your stomach soon."

She didn't know what was wrong, but the corners of her eyes seemed to be pricked by needles, and she wanted to cry.Turned around and couldn't bear it anymore.

Mu Dian nodded eloquently: "Okay."

The two of them looked like students waiting for their master to assign homework, sitting straight at the dining table, watching a weeping smoker clean up the dishes.

If life and death hadn't come too suddenly, she and Jin Yanchen would still have lived in peace like this for a long time.

He has given her too many wounds and pains; too many sleepless nights, too many daily routines; quarrels or cold wars, relying on each other while torturing each other.

But that night, when he stroked her head and said "I'm sorry, little four" to her, all the grievances and grievances in the past seemed to be so easily smoothed away by just one sentence.

She left a floodgate in her heart, and over time, layers of dust and layers of rust, sealed those past events that she didn't dare to explore, and didn't want to recall.

Jin Yanchen opened the gate for her, and she suddenly remembered his many good things.

Only then did she realize, or rather, finally dared to admit and face it: every time she was critically injured, the grandpa she thought she saw was not actually grandpa.

The one who hugged her and sat all night; the one who rubbed her forehead with rough palms; the one who dripped hot tears on her face, and fed her soup spoon by spoon...it was always him!

It was the sixth cousin who married someone else and even expressed his dislike to her.

She just remembered that when she ran away for the third time and was rescued by a caravan caravan, the wind and sand that buried her belonged to the desert of death in the northwest desert, where even the natives dare not approach easily. Can the caravan of death just pass there?

Thieves and bandits are rampant on the commercial road, and which caravan dares to take a woman of unknown origin holding a sword on the road? 【1】

She couldn't understand his contradictions and entanglements, and was extremely tired, so she had no choice but to turn a blind eye.

Yan Tea almost ran in with the mushroom soup in his hand.

She put the soup bowl in front of Mu Dianke, before she had time to wipe off the glistening sweat on her forehead, she turned and ran to the kitchen.

"The sweet-scented osmanthus fish is about to be steamed, and the Holy Master will help to serve the soup."

The fish is not steamed, even though it has been cooked twice, because of the skillful craftsmanship of the tea, the skin is still smooth when it is served on the table.

It's just that Yan Tea didn't have time to be happy, instead she was a little scared.

It was only then that she remembered what she had done, that she had ordered Jin Yanchen just now.

Mu Dianke lowered his head, sipping the mushroom soup in small sips, Yanming thought, what kind of soup is this drinking? It's obviously the ignorant and fearless courage of Miss Yanming.

The silence of two is not the same as the silence of one.

After Yan Tea set the plate, she quietly retreated to the next room to do her own business.She heard the sound of bamboo chopsticks knocking porcelain, it was bright and clear, not as stiff and cold as before.

For a short while, the rhythmic sound of bowls and chopsticks touching disappeared.

Yan Ming looked up nervously, at this time Mu Dian also raised his head, and his eyes fell on the pair of bamboo chopsticks that stopped in front of Yu Yu's eyes.

Half of the flesh around the eyes has been removed. This should be a skillful movement for Jin Yanchen, but it stopped.

"I want to eat that piece of the belly of the fish," she said softly.

Jin Yanchen let out a "huh".

His fingers are long, with well-defined knuckles, and holding chopsticks is as good as holding a pen.The bamboo chopsticks were made of moso bamboo grown in Nanling, straight and long, but it seemed that it was not as tall as his hand.

It was easy for him to remove a thin piece of bone spur from the belly of the fish, but he hesitated when he raised his hand.

Mu Dianke handed over his bowl.

When I was young, I always yearned for sensationalism and enthusiasm. Now I know that in this life, the greatest joys and sorrows reside in the invisible ordinary——in the porridge and meal, in the pair of chopsticks that I want to pick up food for her but can’t get out. Chopsticks—those, he used to take for granted.

After dinner, the rain stopped.

The universe is like washing, and the pagoda tree is like new.

"Shave a wooden sword for me." Mu Dianke said.

In Jin Yanchen's inquiring eyes, she smiled, and said: "Qianfo is not in good health recently, I got all his internal strength for nothing, and I couldn't keep it in the end. I learned some new practical formulas, regulating breath and nourishing the body. body, I feel that my body is more comfortable than before, but I know it is not a blessing... From now on, I don't want to fight or kill."

When she is willing to speak, she is actually not clumsy.

She didn't tell a single lie, but she helped Xu Younan lie quietly.

How could Jin Yanchen fail to see that she had lost her martial arts? I didn't ask because she was afraid that she would not tell, and I would check it out later.Qianfo is very angry about this matter, not exposing him is already a concession, and asking him to help tell lies is really embarrassing for him.

Jin Yanchen's eyes dimmed again.

Did Mu Dian know that the last thing he wanted to accept was the fact that Chang Qianfo saved him, and he couldn't accept that he left in such a way.

That day, in the courtyard of Chuzhou City, he clearly let her go to find Chang Qianfo.

"You asked Axue to give me that note, did you think that one day, I would fall into Mu Cangping's hands, and I could use it in exchange for a way out?"

Jin Yanchen was sharpening his sword, and Mu Dianke sat on the steps with him looking at the sky, she asked softly.

Jin Yanchen's hand paused for a while, and continued to chop the cut wood in silence. The dark brown sawdust rolled one by one and rolled down from the back of the short knife.

"Do you want that way?" he asked after a long time.

"I do not know."

"Being alive is better than anything else." Jin Yanchen said, "You don't have to remember the past so deeply. The Jin family is the Jin family, and your surname is Mu. There is nothing unreasonable about inheriting the Mu family's sword."

【1】Volume II: Chapter 52 You Are My Yearning; Chapter 284 Don't Say.

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