Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 1: Seventeen years later

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"The third."

Meng Fu shook his foot on the chest of the person under him, put his elbows on his knees, and leaned slightly, looking at the objects in his palms with interest in the sunlight shining from the green branches and leaves in the dense forest.

It is a black six-sided rune-like object with a simple pattern and a non-golden or jade-like texture. The corner on the lower right is slightly larger than the other corners, and it is polished particularly sharply, like a black-green duck. Tooth, shining in the sunlight.

Meng Fuyao's fingers gently stroked the protruding edges and corners, revealing a faint smile, threw the black talisman in his palm, and whistled.

She lifted her chin, drew a fluent arc in the golden sunlight, extending the delicate lines of the whole face, the white forehead, two very beautiful eyebrows, stretched out Unfolding it, the dark and angered eyes under the eyebrows became more and more bright and unbridled, like the blade of a famous sword.

"Hey, the pass of the Heavenly Evil Dynasty! Good luck!"

Meng Fu shook his hands and clapped his hands. He casually stuffed the black talisman into his arms. When he stuffed it in, there was a faint and crisp sound of gold and jade. There were already two similar talismans there. , But the form is slightly different, representing different countries.

Meng Fuyao carefully listened to the clashing sound and raised his eyebrows with a smile.

When you have collected the pass symbols of the Seven Kingdoms, you can...

"Shuyao!"

Behind him came the sound of someone walking through the flowers and leaves. Meng Fuyao squinted his eyes, flicked his finger to the acupuncture point of the person under him, and kicked into the bushes in front of him.

She stood up straight, looked back, and saw the person coming, her smile on the corners of her lips, her eyes sparkling and bright, with a bit of joy and concern that she couldn't help but express.

"Jing Chen."

The boy in Tsing Yi who walked over was handsome and tall, with a clear complexion, and his clothes had a superior family background, especially the smile on the corner of his mouth, warm and friendly, which made him feel like a spring breeze.

The most outstanding disciple of the Xuantian Sword Sect, the son of Guijie from a family of Yanjing clan, Yan Jingchen, the most admired female disciple of the Sword Sect.

"You are playing in the back mountain again," Yan Jingchen stood still three feet away from Meng Fuyao's side, with a gentle but reproachful smile on the corner of his mouth, "If you don't practice well, tomorrow's martial arts competition will be the last one. , It’s better to be scolded?"

Meng Fuyao smiled nonchalantly, plundering the temples casually, "It's okay, you will get used to it if you lose or lose."

She indifferently repeated the answers that they often had. She didn't notice the contradictions and hesitations in Yan Jingchen's eyes today, and she didn't notice that Yan Jingchen's expression became a little darker after hearing such answers.

"Fuyao," Yan Jingchen stared at her for a long while, finally couldn't help taking a step forward, and said in a low voice, "Can't you work harder to learn martial arts? We are on the continent of five continents. Those who have never made progress in learning Wushu will struggle to walk the world in the future, and will be indifferent everywhere. You... never thought of improving your current situation?"

After a pause, he took another sentence, "Even if it's just for me?"

If only, for me.

Meng Fuyao moved in his heart and looked up at Yan Jingchen’s eyes. The hesitation, anxiety, and faint pain deep in his eyes made her feel a little pain. She remembered, recently, Jingchen’s disappointed look , It seems to be more and more common.

Meng Fuyao opened his mouth, and almost instantly, he wanted to tell the secret that he hid in his heart.

I want to tell him that I am not good at martial arts; I want to tell him that the reason why he refuses to practice Xuanyuan internal skills is because it conflicts with his own "Bro Jiuxiao" technique, and I want to tell him that I just need to give more Time, one day will make you smile proudly for me, not like I am now, because I was ridiculed and humiliated, and it hurts your dignity and embarrassment.

It's just...can't.

At the time of parting, the master's exhortation is still in my ears, "Never reveal your original martial arts in any school."

She made a serious oath that she could not break it.

Jing Chen is loyal to his teacher and obsessed with martial arts. If she tells him the truth, then sooner or later Xuanyuan master will know.

Meng Fuyao took a deep breath, raised her dense and long eyelashes, her eyes were clear and clean, and Yan Jingchen's eyes were slightly disappointed because of the long wait.

"Jingchen, I have tried my best..."

Yan Jingchen stared at her calmly. For a long time, he slowly let out a long breath. Hearing this answer, the tension and disappointment in his eyes suddenly faded, giving birth to a kind of shallow helplessness as the dust settled.

He suddenly changed the subject.

"One year later, the "Zhen Wu" conference will be held in Pandu, the capital of Tiansha, where aristocrats from the seven countries will be gathered to test martial arts, warfare, and strategy. Having said that, the Xuanyuan Sword Sect is represented by me and Junior Sister Pei Yuan. Tomorrow I will rush back to the family to prepare for the battle."

He said this in a faint tone. The setting sun beyond the mountains behind him cast light yellow spots from the tip of the leaves, falling on Yan Jingchen's body standing in the backlight, making him look mottled and distant, with a vague expression.

Meng Fushao's heart was shaken, and he smiled reluctantly, "You are the most outstanding pair of disciples in the Sword Sect. The Lord of Taiyuan has given you the title of'Zhubi Double Sword', Xuanyuan Sword Sect. If I don’t send you, who else can I send."

Yan Jingchen looked at her deeply, his tone sounded a little weird, "Fuyao, I actually prefer the title Zhubi Double Sword, which refers to me and you."

Meng Fuyao smiled more reluctantly.

Why doesn't she hope? No matter how magnanimous a woman is, she will not want to call her likes with other women, and is considered by everyone to be a talented, talented and beautiful woman.

The sunset set quickly, and the sky was still deep purple just now, and there was a brilliant sunset. In a blink of an eye, there was only a thin layer of red, passing through the deep green leaves, reflecting three feet away and never approached. Yan Jingchen's figure was a little blurry.

An inexplicable panic suddenly surged in Meng Fuyao's heart, her pulse bursting loosely and she jumped up tightly. The intense anxiety made her suddenly feel that some things must be said now, not to say... Maybe there will be no chance again. .

"Jingchen, I want to tell you..."

"Fuyao, I want to tell you." Yan Jingchen suddenly cut off her words. He spoke very quickly, as if he was afraid that he would not be able to say it again after a little slower. "The family has sent me a letter. Help me ask the Pei family for a kiss, and the Pei family accepted the dowry. After the Zhenwu meeting, I... will get married with Pei Yuan."