Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 2: Poodles

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When Meng Fuyao was about to say something, he suddenly struck in his throat.

She raised her eyes and fixed her eyes on Yan Jingchen, but Yan Jingchen didn't look at her. He stared at a half-defective flower in front of her, speaking quickly.

"Fuyao, in your case, the family won't allow me...with you, Pei’s family belongs to the royal family, that is, my family’s family. Compared with the status, this time we asked for marriage. Hope, I heard that Ayuan personally agreed. Since the Pei family has agreed, and there is no reason to regret marriage, our Yan family can't offend Pei family..."

Meng Fuyao suddenly interrupted his endless talk.

"Don't you Yan family, your Yan family, say yourself."

"I..." Yan Jingchen paused, with a gloomy color between his eyebrows, and said for a while, "Fuyao, my wife, will also have a status in the Wuzhou Continent in the future, only the appearance, the martial arts status, It’s indispensable, especially not too bad, otherwise it will put my family in shame..."

"Say yourself!"

Yan Jingchen was drunk by Meng Fuyao, which also aroused the arrogance and anger of Mr. Guijie, and said loudly, "I! I'm fed up with your dissatisfaction! I'm fed up with the feeling of being laughed at because of you. !"

Meng Fuyao took a step back, staring blankly at Yan Jingchen who looked a bit hideous because of his broken face and shouting.

The twilight is pouring up layer by layer, the dark colors are all over the sky, and the emerald green of the leaves turns into gray-green, looking dirty and unclean, suffocating, the gentle boy floating in this gray background, The twisted eyebrows are strange and thin.

The only thing left between the world and the earth is the movement of the wind blowing on the clothes, and there is a sound of hunting.

For a while, Meng Fuyao suddenly smiled.

She smiled, like a flower blooming in the gloomy silence, a bit desolate, but more resolutely beautiful.

"Okay, okay." She brushed her sleeves at Yan Jingchen, in a posture like she was blowing the dust on the sleeves with Yan Jingchen, and said lightly, "I understand, you can't stand you Mrs. is a fool with no talent in learning martial arts. You can’t bear to bring such a fool to be ridiculed face to face or behind the back when attending a state banquet, and you can’t stand your perfect career as a noble son because of an unmatched lady. It ruined that perfection... Yan Jingchen, believe me, Pei Yuan will be a perfect lady, you take her, like a lady holding a poodle, everywhere you are worth a hundred times, complement each other."

She laughed, but there was no smile in her eyes, her voice was deep and cold, like a blade waiting to be pulled out of its sheath.

"Congratulations, you found your poodle."

After speaking, she turned around and left without looking at Yan Jingchen.

"Fuyao!" Yan Jingchen suddenly rushed up, reaching out and grabbing her sleeves. There was a bit of helpless suffering in his voice, and said in a low voice, "Fuyao...actually I am I like you..."

"Keep your likes, go to please your poodle!" Meng Fuyao smiled sorrowfully, lifting her fingers, a cold light suddenly appeared between her fingers, lifting the flashing light between her fingers and slashing straight towards The snatched sleeves.

Before the light of the knife came, the coldness had forced people. At first, Yan Jingchen thought that Meng Fuyao would not be ruthless, and he held it tightly. However, Meng Fuyao didn't even pause, and with a backhand, he pointed five fingers at him.

Yan was so frightened that Yan shrank his hand immediately, but still took a step slower, five fingers were cut with a neat red mark, the skin was white initially, for a long while, bright red blood infiltrated out, silently dripping into the black ground.

"You..."

"I!" Meng Fu shook his head without looking back, his back straight, and he outlined an unfolding outline in the darkening night. "I want you to remember that there are some mistakes, just like the wound you just made. At the beginning, you can’t find anything. After a long time, it will make you painful and bleeding."

She turned her back to Yan Jingchen and smiled softly, her smile as cool as the new rising quarter moon.

"Trust me, Yan Jingchen, you will hurt sooner or later."

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The moon is cool this night.

Meng Fuyao sat cross-legged on the ground, staring at the thin moon in a daze. He felt that in the memory of his life, the moon seemed to be the coldest night, and there was a cyan halo around it that made people feel chilly.

And the starlight flickered strangely, vacillating, like a changing heart.

I vaguely remembered the day when I first saw him, the wind and rain, she knocked her head heavily in the mud, begging Lin Xuanyuan as a teacher; remembering the gentle smile of the modest boy beside Lin Xuanyuan in front of the mountain gate in the wind and rain, remembering that the boy in the rain that day The hand she stretched out was slender and clean, warm as spring.

"Fuyao, I actually like you."

"Fuyao, without the strength in the Wuzhou Continent, it will be looked down upon for a lifetime."

"Fuyao, you have to work harder, you are like this...what will you do in the future?"

"Fuyao, you are good at everything, but unfortunately...the talent is too bad."

Heh... I should have discovered it a long time ago, but I was immersed in the warmth of the boy's hand in hand wishfully, without awakening.

Fortunately...I didn't really want to be your poodle.

Meng Fuyao smiled sarcastically and waved his hand vigorously like a mosquito, driving away the memories that he didn't want to remember anymore, closing his eyes and moving.

Shortly afterwards, a steaming mist appeared on her head, and a faint blue light was emitted around her body. The light rose slowly, stagnating on her chest.

The "Broken Nine Heavens" technique, the "unspoken secret" of her true master and old Taoist priest.

At the beginning, Meng Fuyao dug the grave too hard and forced herself to dig through. After wearing it, she somehow lost the memory of the world before she was five years old. Since she was five years old, she was killed by a dead old Taoist priest. After ten years of hard practice, the nine-layer "Broken the Nine Heavens" exercise technique has been practiced to the peak state of the third layer. At this time, the true energy is ascending, and the energy is condensed into blue, focusing on all the feminine techniques.

This practice passed a long night, and the morning when the sun was gushing again, when Meng Fuyao opened his eyes, it was already afternoon.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Meng Fuyao frowned and sighed. It has been half a year since the peak of the third level, and there has been no breakthrough. If it continues to stagnate, what should I use to participate in the Zhenwu Conference? What is it that people "will hurt sooner or later" ?

That's all, but more importantly, I am afraid that the wish in my heart will be realized in the foreseeable future.

Biting his lip, Meng Fu shook his head and strode down the mountain. Calculating the time, Yan Jingchen should have already left today.

It’s good to go.

Meng Fuyao doesn't want to stay here for a moment, she is ready to pack up and walk right away.

Go down to the middle of the mountain, pass through a hidden mountain col, built against the mountain, and the magnificent one is Xuanyuan Villa.

Before approaching, I heard a clamor, and someone screamed in the noise, "The Xuanyuan Sword Sect is known as one of the three sword Sects of the Taiyuan Dynasty. Why doesn't it even have a decent disciple?" /

Then there was a slightly awkward, dry cough from Master, and the unreliable retort of all the masters, brothers and sisters, mixed with the clear sound of long swords being unsheathed, it was very lively.

Meng Fuyao frowned, knowing that the five continents and seven countries have strong martial arts, and the various schools often challenge each other, 80% of whom are looking for a place.

Meng Fuyao took out the disguise tool in his arms and hurriedly painted herself a wretched makeup on the stream. For a long time, her appearance was only shown in front of Yan Jingchen.

Enter the villa and go through the martial arts field to return to her room. The martial arts field of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect is one of the top large martial arts fields in Taiyuan. It occupies a vast area and is magnificent. When it was activated, Meng Fu came in through the gate calmly. He thought he could leave smoothly. He glanced at the corner of his eyes and was taken aback.

Today's martial arts venue was crowded with hundreds of people, dressed in various costumes, and each took a corner in the field. It seemed that several sects came to challenge the Xuanyuan Sword Sect at the same time.

Meng Fuyao even found a few men in the crowd with full spirits and calm eyes, whose bearing is by no means comparable to ordinary people.

Except for Yan Jingchen, all the disciples of the Xuanyuanjian Sect were here, and they formed a group with a cautious and worried expression. Some of the brothers seemed to be injured, spitting blood with their swords bitterly.

The air is full of solemn and uneasy breath.