Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 5: The chase of love

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We are going to die together.

Zhan Beiye lay on the ground, with Meng Fuyao in a semi-conscious state and the fainted cloud mark beside him. Even Master Yuanbao was soaked and panting. The wind on the cliff lifted their clothes. The robe, the robe is broken and bloody.

Yunhun walked over slowly, with a strange expression in her eyes. She looked down at Zhan Beiye, looked into his steadfast and fearless eyes, and said indifferently, "You guys, it's a glorious defeat."

Zhan Beiye exhaled a long breath. He knew that Yunhun's words came from his heart, and he also knew that this sentence weighed more than a thousand catties. This comment of Yunhun, who is ranked sixth among the top ten, will soon spread across the five continents. The mainland is equivalent to acknowledging and establishing their status as the top masters of the younger generation.

The Wuzhou Continent has been hanging down for 30 years, and there has been no one who can resist the top ten with a hundred moves, especially when the top five of the top ten are extinct, Yunhun is the real world number one, but today, the three of them After a full day of fierce battle with the legendary Yunhun, the world's number one figure, relying on his extremely rich experience and the top-level infuriating qi of cultivating half-arms, exhausted all the means, but still lost the color and was injured.

This means that if they fight alone, the three of them have enough strength to fight Yunhun alone with a hundred moves.

This is a proud record. It has not been done before, and it may not be possible again.

Zhan Beiye was only smiling, with a strong smile, Lang Lang said, "Actually, I am very grateful to you."

Yunhun's gaze slowly swept across his hand holding Meng Fuyao tightly, and saw his blood-stained finger gently stroke Meng Fuyao's broken little finger with great pity, and saw him approaching At the moment when the oil is empty and the lamp is dry, she still presses her hand on Meng Fuyao's heart and tries to restore her true essence. Her eyes vibrated slightly, and there was a slight pain in the vibration, like being silently stabbed by something that touched the secret of her heart. a bit.

She was stunned, and suddenly she began to be in a daze.

The sky gradually darkened, and after the golden red sunset gradually sank into the crab-blue West Mountain, the endless red above the long sky gradually faded, changing to the daisy blue, and the light and shadow on all sides became darkened, The shadow is smeared clean.

The night is coming, the bright moon will rise, will rise but not rise.

Cloud Soul finally sighed and said, "I sweared...to protect the heirs of the Zhan clan and not let the enemies of the Zan clan."

She stretched out her hand, with clouds lingering in her palm, Zhan Beiye stared at her hand, without any defense against herself, but always secretly pressed her palm against the back of Meng Fuyao, waiting for the moment when the soul of the cloud killer, Push Meng Fuyao out.

Not far behind, Xiao Qi and others are waiting to meet him, and they will surely be able to take Meng Fuyao.

The cloud of mist came to Zhanbei's ambition in an instant!

Zhan Beiye sipped in a low voice, and the last trace of true power came out, not toward the killer's Yunhun, but violently pushed back.

"Little Seven, go on!"

Xiao Qi rushed up. He saw Meng Fuyao's body being pushed by Zhan Beiye and flew towards him. He didn't pick it up. He just shouted, "You pick it up!" without looking back.

Then he yelled and bypassed Meng Fuyao, without saying a word, he shot Yunhun with one shot.

Zhan Beiye's mouth was crooked with anger.

He yelled, "You bastard, get out of here!"

Xiao Qijie replied sharply, "If I save you, then go away!"

He rushed, shot left and shot right, headless and faceless and slashed at Yunhun. This gangster was born, and his parents have been wandering and fighting on the street since he was three years old. He was taken in by Zhan Beiye to teach martial arts himself. The young man was not as rough as it was on the surface. He saw that Yunhun is a woman after all, and his natural physical strength is limited, and his true strength will inevitably be damaged in a fierce battle. If you can't play tricks against such a person, it is better to fight for strength.

He shook his gun, the gun was full of wind, every shot exhausted his whole strength, and the sound of the wind on the cliff was crushed, and every time he shot out, he seemed to hear his muscles and muscles being mobilized and overused. With the overwhelming slight pulling sound, he felt a sudden tremor all over his body, as if it was going to soften into mud at any time, but the next shot, he still swung out exactly the same.

The sand and rocks on the cliff were all rolled up by the sound of that violent wind, and Yunhun's eyebrows showed an angry expression, and he said coldly, "You are a small character like you, dare to provoke me?" With a wave of his sleeves, Xiao Qi suddenly Flew out heavily.

However, the young man flew halfway and supported himself on the ground with one hand, and then pushed himself back again, with exactly the same shot!

Yunhun's thin eyebrows were raised, and they were almost erected into two "ones". What happened to the people I met today? Why do they not know how to shrink, not know how to protect themselves and not how to escape? Why do they just use their flesh and blood and life to persist in stupidly?

She stretched out her hand irritably and threw Xiao Qi out again and again. She disdained killing such a small character, the top ten, bullying a servant, and spreading her reputation was really unbearable.

In those bloodstains, Xiao Qi's was quickly added. He laughed hard and stood in front of Zhan Beiye. When he was so tired that he was about to faint, he grabbed a handful of sand from the ground and pressed it to his face. Last wipe!

The rough gravel grinds his face into a fierce pain. In that pain, he wiped the blood on his face, and once again rushed through the spear. The tall tree spear did not carry any flag, but there was This kind of perseverance and belief enrages the world, with blood as ink, and heaven as the flag!

Zhan Beiye could not speak, and no longer had the strength to scold him, he just turned his head silently to look at the moonlight in the sky.

The moonlight finally rises!

Tonight, the night of the full moon!

The golden and round moon finally rose on the top of the cliff after Xiaoqi's desperate delay, the sea of ​​clouds floating and sinking, and the moon in it.

Tonight, the moonlight is extremely bright, shining like a wash in the green mountains of Cangshan, and silver light rushes from the depths of the distant sky, and it reaches the end of the world in an instant.

The cloud soul suddenly looked back and saw the full moon in the sky, her complexion changed slightly, she listened attentively, and suddenly floated silently.

She floated up, and the light of Yu Ruyi rose again and again, and finally hit the little Qitianling heavily without hesitation!

"Puff--"

It was not the sound of Tianling being smashed, but the sound of Yu Ruyi being caught in the net and hitting a soft object.

It is a dazzlingly beautiful net, each latitude and longitude are as bright as silver, smooth and clean, lightly trembling, the silver light rippling and blurring like a dream, like the graceful undulating strings of a famous piano playing ten miles in the spring breeze , Or the head of the cardamom tower, the silk of the silk from the beautiful woman's slender hand, is a pool of jade-like still water when it is still, and when it is flying, it is the purest moonlight.

The lingering moonlight, Zeng Xi beauty is late, once sighed with the prosperity and decline, Zeng Ying dynasty beacon fire, once saw amorous parting, year after year change, regardless of the present and the old, the silver moon is as permanent.

The moonlight is in the man's arms, and the man is in the moon.

The moonlight is cool and cool, and the person in the moonlight is as light as one of them. His slender fingers are as white as the moonlight. He is holding the lingering net and flying in a graceful arc. The corner of Mei's eyes glanced at Yunhun.

He said loudly, "Why do you hide from me?"

Yunhun's face changed again and again. Since the man appeared, she quickly turned around and refused to turn her head. She raised her hands and dropped them. She didn't know what to do. On two occasions, she seemed to be trying to make her gray The long hair was stuffed into the collar, but he let it go when it was halfway up, and had to turn his head around at a loss.

The man didn't seem to mind her small gestures and refusal posture at all. He took a few steps forward. This person appeared on his own, always bright and dazzling. It felt like hiding in the moonlight. It was compelling, but after taking these few steps, he realized that he was born like a moonlight, and his whole body was flowing in a hazy halo. Wherever he went, he added a new stunning glow.

He has long silver hair, sparkling in action, and a face that is so beautiful that he can't distinguish between men and women. It is only dazzling. The corners of his smiling lips are like a crescent moon, tall and strange. He felt cold, but his eyes were hot, especially when he looked at Yunhun, it was like a strange burning moon.

He stretched out his hand, patted Xiao Qi away, threw him out from a distance, and said, "The breath is stinky, don't smoke Ayun."

As soon as the cloud soul heard that Ayun, he wanted to run without saying a word. He was immediately caught by the tangling net. The man slowly closed the net and pulled the cloud soul toward him step by step. , Said sadly, "Ayun, you are so cruel and always hide from me. If it weren't for my strong feelings on the night of the full moon, I would still not be able to find you."

Yunhun stiffened his back, determined not to look back, his thin shoulders leaned forward, a look of desperately resisting the net and the complaint, but he didn't see the man's lips with a smile, which was quirky.

At the end of her fierce battle for a day, there was no way that the man came prepared, and she had to ban anger, "Yue Po, if you pester me, I will fight you to the death!"

"You have said this for thirty-eight years, 217 times in total," Yue Po's eyes wickedly flowed up and down Yunhun's body, her eyes didn't look like she was touching , "Come on, let's fight to the death."

The word "ba" was lingering and rippling to him, and he heard people squirting nosebleeds, Yunhun turned his back to him, vaguely saw that his neck was red, he was stuttering, and he could no longer speak. .

Yue Po didn't speak, he was just looking at Yunhun's back. The previous laughter and debauchery were silently converged, and loneliness and depression gradually appeared in his eyes.

The two confronted silently, and Meng Fuyao, who was thrown out, ran back with that real power and ran to the side of Zhan Beiye, panting, looking at Yue Po, and said in a daze," This is the one you are waiting for?"

Zhan Beiye let out a long breath of relief, "Finally waited."

"Do you know?"

"No." Zhan Beiye smiled slyly, "I just know a legend. It is said that the moon soul chased the cloud soul for many years, and the cloud soul did not know why he refused to accept him all day long. To escape from the west, Yue Po once took advantage of Yunhun's attention and planted an introductory in her body. When the moon was full, he could feel the position of Yunhun with his'moon drew tide'..."

"Stop!" Meng Fuyao became more suspicious as he listened, and interrupted him with a vertical palm. "Are you so sure that he will come? What if he has something? What if he is far away? What if he is not in Tiansha at all? "

Zhan Beiye replied innocently, "So I said it depends on luck..."

"You told us to persist until dark because Yue Po ‘may’ come?" Meng Fuyao collapsed and asked with a little hope, "Then he will definitely save us?"

"I don't know," Zhan Beiye replied honestly, "The Moon Soul is moody, everything depends on his mood, and this mood is tied to Yun Soul, so... he may help us, and he may kill faster. Us."

Meng Fuyao the black line, because Yunhun's attitude towards him decides to be happy and angry? It's not over? Looking at Yunhun's awkward virtue, Yue Po 80% has to touch her nose 217 times and die sooner?

"Ya-yah killed you," Meng Fuyao howled, "Shooting people don't bring this."

"Shuyao," Zhan Beiye held her hand, "If you don't say that, we won't have the strength to continue after half a day, and we would have died long ago."

Meng Fuyao was silent, sniffed for a long while, smiled, and patted his shoulder, "Yes, if you give one hope, you will have the courage to persist."

Zhan Beiye looked at her crooked smile, with a dark look in her eyes.

There are some things, maybe no one gives hope at all, but still don't want to give up, for example, the woman in front of me.

Meng Fuyao didn't pay attention to his expression. She kept staring at the man and woman, her eyes rolled and turned, and she suddenly turned abducted to Beiye, and said enthusiastically, "Hey, Yue Po is a man and a woman? Tsk tsk. , Shemale."

Her voice is as low as a gossamer, but Yue Po over there has actually heard it. She smiled back and said, "You can try it yourself."

Meng Fuyao blushed and didn't blush. He lay on the ground and looked at the beauty like a dog, and said, "Senior Yue Po, there is a saying, do you always listen?"

Yuepo stretched the net lingeringly, her eyes only lingered on the back of Yunhun. It was obvious that the woman's appearance was far from his own. He looked at her like a peerless woman.

He answered casually, "Huh?"

Meng Fuyao said solemnly, "This sentence is very important and cannot be said for nothing."

Yue Po finally turned his head to look at her this time, "Sure enough, she is a slippery woman, should I save your lives? Yes, provided that this sentence is useful to me." He smiled and said slowly. "It's no use... I will kill you first."

"Yes." Meng Fuyao shook off Zhan Beiye's hand and answered simply, but Yunhun suddenly turned his head and angrily said, "Why are you interfering with me, Yue Po?"

"I have chased you for thirty-eight years, and I dared to admit that I have chased you for thirty-eight years in front of these juniors." Yue Po was not angry, but his words were like polished diamonds. As soon as Yun Soul came into contact with his eyes, he immediately became dumb, and turned his head back in a hurry.

Meng Fuyao slowly got up from the ground, fighting Beiye struggling to pull her, "Fuyao, don't take risks! We have another chance to survive!"

Meng Fuyao shouted, "Mouse, go!"

Master Yuanbao rushed forward and blocked Zhan Beiye's mouth with his fat body.

Zhan Beiye spit out Lord Yuanbao, leaning his elbows and wanting to hold Meng Fuyao, but the last record he and Yunhun fought separately was too ruthless, so it was easy to stand up half of the body, and then fell again. Go down, almost crushing Master Yuanbao.

Meng Fu didn't turn his head, holding a knife slowly towards Yue Po, the beautiful man turned his head, still holding the silver net in his hand, only when he looked closer did he realize that this man is not old, always youthful, and Xinghui Looking at the charming style from a distance and seeing his old age up close, Meng Fuyao couldn't help but feel jealous when he looked at his moonlike cheeks.

There are still people in the world who are so blessed and unchanging in appearance. How can the women of the world live?

She glanced at Yunhun. The woman was as stiff as a puppet, holding herself gray and white, and her long silver-haired hair was far less than the moon’s glamour, and she was silent, her fingers were circling nervously. Ripped off his gray hair.

Meng Fuyao smiled, and became more determined about her own thoughts. She slowly passed over, approached Yue Po, attached to Yue Po's ear, and said in a low voice, "I want to teach you how to chase women."

The first few words of her were so light that they were almost inaudible, and the next two words were slightly clearer, just within the range that Yun Soul could hear, Meng Fu shook his eyes and caught a glimpse of Yun Soul stiff again.

Yue Po looked at her suspiciously, "You? The yellow-haired girl with missing teeth, you know?"

Meng Fuyao showed a standard smile with half front teeth, and replied, "The teeth are not many but the essence, chasing women is not the age but the perception."

She leaned on Yue Po very close, almost rubbing his shoulder, Yue Po was thinking of nothing, but Yun Hun’s eyes glanced over, intentionally or unconsciously, Meng Fuyao smiled slyly, pulling Yue Po, "Senior, Let's talk slowly."

"No, she will run." Yuepo refused to let go of the net.

"I promise you, she won't run." Meng Fuyao leaned in his ear and said softly, "Do you want to know how she feels for you? Come with me."

She had a blue nose and a swollen face, but she was smiling like a witch, but her eyes were shining like pearls under the moon. Looking at such bright eyes, Yue Po finally let go of the net, but said, "She Ruo I will kill you if I run away."

"Please." Meng Fuyao smiled confidently.

Sure enough, Yunhun didn't leave. She turned her back to Yuepo and said loudly, "I will kill these people before leaving!"

"Xingxing," Meng Fuyao smiled, "When I finish talking with Senior Yuepo, you can kill whatever you want."

The fingers under Yunhun's sleeves were pinched tightly, and the back of her pale hand showed faint blue veins, and she turned her head without saying a word.

Yue Po glanced at the back of Yunhun, thoughtfully, and followed Meng Fuyao around the mountain and said, "For the first time since 217 times, she did not take the initiative to escape."

"Senior, it's not me who scolded you, you are so stupid." Meng Fuyao squatted behind the rock, holding the root of the grass, and swearing.

Yue Po immediately turned his head, "Huh?" The nasal voice was heavy, and the moonlight was cool.

"Do you know why she didn't accept you?" Meng Fuyao changed the murderous moonlight of Senliang to the soft moonlight of the red roof of the building, "Inferiority! Inferiority!"

"Inferiority complex?" An elderly beautiful man murmured in shock, "Why do you feel inferiority?"

Meng Fu sighed, this man is more weird than Yunhun!

"Come here," she pulled over Yue Po, and pointed to a puddle on the ground. "Look at yourself, your face is immortal and youthful, and you are so beautiful that you will be jealous."

Yue Po stared at the shadow in the water waves and suddenly said, "Hey, it seems to be, hey, I haven't looked in the mirror for many years."

Meng Fuyao resisted the urge to beat others, and continued to enlighten, "You are unique, and your face is forever, but she, she? She is pale in youth and plain."

"Then you can't leave me alone." Yue Po replied, "beauty is not my fault."

"Your martial arts seems to be above her, right? But when you set the ranking, did you let her because of your affection for her?"

Yue Po said silently, "She doesn't like losing to me."

What an idiot... Meng Fuyao rolled his eyes, stupefied that she didn't understand that a woman is an unspeakable animal. She was sad when you lost to her.

"I ask you, do you speak freely on weekdays, especially like making fun with women and talking romantic things?"

"How do you know?" Yue Po slowly sorted out the net in his hand, "In fact, apart from her, everyone else seems to me regardless of gender."

"You are stupid--" Meng Fuyao hates iron for not making steel, "You seem to have no distinction between men and women, she does it!"

"Huh?"

"You are so beautiful, which made her feel ashamed; you give up the ranking, she thinks you probably disdain to fight with her; you are beautiful, and you like to laugh and laugh, and you don’t lack beauty. And you are unfettered and don't know the defense between men and women, how do you feel when you look at her?"

Yue Po was stunned as if struck by lightning.

The beautiful man was stunned in the moonlight, frowning his brows perfectly, and muttered, "Is it all wrong for so long?"

Meng Fuyao looked at him and felt that these top powerhouses were actually quite pitiful. They practiced martial arts with infatuation to the utmost level, and they had problems with their minds, and because of the long-term people at high places, they could no longer see people. Some of the most ordinary truths in the world, and in their capacity, the world fears more than loves them, and sees them like a snake and scorpion, so that for so many years, no one dares to take the risk to call this couple who is deeply in love but emotionally retarded. .

"Hey, you mean," Yue Po suddenly grabbed Meng Fuyao, "Isn't she not liking me, but she dare not like me?"

"Yes," Meng Fuyao patted him on the shoulder with a buddy, "You are too beautiful, too strong and too romantic, and look too unreliable. She is afraid of being entrusted with her heart, and will be hurt more by you in the future. If you don't accept it, I can see you a few more times." She smiled wickedly, leaning close to Yue Po's ear, and said in a low voice, "Otherwise, why can she be'find' by you every time?"

Yue Po squinted at her, and said for a long while, "At a young age, like a holy love."

Meng Fuyao smiled happily, "praise, praise."

She sneakily looked at the irritable Yunhun on the other side, and smiled, "Look, I'm jealous..."

Yue Po said suddenly, "I see that those two guys are also interesting to you, you and I are so affectionate, why are they not jealous?"

Meng Fuyao was startled, and raised his eyebrows for a while, "Good friend, how jealous?"

Yue Poman smiled, "Are you really an idiot?"

Meng Fuyao looked at him, rolled his eyes and said, "Trust, trust, don't you understand? There is a lack of trust between the two of you."

"...Trust..." Yue Po thought thoughtfully, and suddenly said, "She and I are actually childhood sweethearts. Thirty-eight years ago, I always liked her. I thought she knew that. I planned to I begged her at the end of that year. As a result, during the Mid-Autumn Festival that year, she had a strange illness, and her hair became white when she recovered. At that time, I was traveling around the rivers and lakes. When I heard about it, I went back to see her. I met the enemy family on the road. Save, she said that she wanted to visit my hometown, so I took her back. That day, Wuyin and I went to see her. When Wuyin pushed the door, she was taking a self-portrait in the mirror. When she turned around, she saw me and the mirror shattered underground... …"

Meng Fuyao fell silent. She turned sideways and looked at Yunhun who was pacing restlessly, remembering that she was always in a trance, remembering her constantly tearing off her white hair, remembering her awkward and weird temperament, remembering As one of the top ten, she said that she was the worst person in the world, and remembered her wounded look when she heard the phrase "confidante."

Recalling thirty-eight years ago, a young and young woman with white hair overnight, was heartbroken and gave up herself, but saw her lover coming with a perfect-looking woman. At that moment, she was again What kind of pain? So it hurts to today, thirty-eight years later?

It turns out that he is just a poor man who has been suffering from love and loss, and dare not face him and had to flee.

She also smiled in a trance, for those dust-covered stories that carried the fragrance of old paper in the ages, and opened up a smile of enlightenment.

She leaned closer to Yue Po and said softly, "Do you want to know what she really wants for you?"

"Huh?"

"That's it!"

Meng Fuyao suddenly punched out with a "call", her hair was loose in the fist and she shouted loudly, "If you don't give me a life, everyone will die together!"

The fist wind was violent and hit Yue Po, who was very close to him. He turned his back to the cliff, caught off guard and fell!

The gray light flashed, as fast as it existed here.

Cloud Soul swept over at an unimaginable speed. She didn't look at anyone, even the murderer Meng Fuyao. She went straight down the cliff and shouted anxiously, "Yue--"

She slammed into the cliff, with a force that never looked back.

She crashed into a long-awaited embrace.

Under the cliff, the moonlight man holding a sleeve of silver light, quietly spread his arms, waiting for a 38-year hug, when the light gray-haired woman really ran down the cliff without hesitation, and ran into When he was in his arms, the man's eyes reddened instantly.

He let go of his hand, let the silver net sway around the two of them, stretched out his arms to hold her tightly, put his chin on her hair, carefully, tenderly, gently rubbing, his voice Low and low, as soft as the moonlight in the middle of the mountain at this moment, a little less silly and charming, a little more dignified and sad.

He said, "Ayun, this call calls me to wait thirty-eight years."

The moment Yunhun fell into his arms, she understood what was going on. She wanted to be struggling, but she was sad and frightened by the tone that she had never heard before. She buried herself in his arms, the faint fragrance of men Surrounded by her body, familiar and unfamiliar, she hadn't heard of it for 38 years.

The moonlight is calm and cool, and I can see people half-lying in the deep black cliff among the milky clouds, embracing silently.

The Yunhun was embraced by Yue Po, who was ashamed and happy and sad. He didn't know where he was in a daze. He vaguely heard him say, "It turns out that this skin look is also a bad thing..." and he moved.

She doesn't know what Yue Po is doing, but she only loves the warmth of this moment and stays silent.

The moonlight sees the moonlight man, and he suddenly breathes in lightly, then spit out a little jumping silver light, and then the silvery white hair suddenly slowly dimmed and faded to grayish white. It's a bit more astringent than Yunhun.

And that stunning face that doesn't distinguish between men and women's smooth youthfulness, the fine lines of the years gradually appeared, those lines carved in the corners of the eyes and lips, instantly made him old for twenty years.

Immediately he smiled, stood up, and gently fell to the top of the cliff. He never let go of the cloud soul. The woman was held tightly by him, consciously ashamed, and turned back awkwardly.

Meng Fuyao suddenly uttered "Ah", pointing to Yue Po's face and white hair that have aged in an instant, and said in shock, "You...you..."

Yue Po smiled at her, and suddenly waved her sleeves, and the silver light in her palm flew towards her.

"This is a treasure of Qi training unique to our teacher. It is only possible for a master with extremely pure Zhen Qi to have it for more than 50 years. This is where my ageless appearance comes from, and now I don’t need it. It's cheaper for you."

Meng Fuyao took it. There was a silver light in the palm of her palm, a small round ball, translucent like a relic, she looked at it a little bit hesitantly...this thank you gift, is it too heavy?

Yunhun suddenly raised his head and saw Yue Po's face instantly, tears flowed into his face with an "ah" sound.

She couldn't say a word for a long while, she only looked at Yue Po's face with tears, watching his smile as usual and enchanting, the old grace is still there, watching 38 years of immortality, today For her, she abandoned herself.

When he understood the pain she was looking up at him, he willingly lowered everything about him.

"Senior, it is rare to have a heart in life." Meng Fuyao said suddenly. She looked up at the pair of people on the rock and said quietly, "Senior Yue Po has proven to you that nothing is more important than you. Please also give up your senseless inferiority and learn to trust him in the future."

Yunhun turned her head, she stared at Meng Fuyao, smiled helplessly for a long time, and said, "Should I thank you or scold you?"

"Just don't kill me." Meng Fuyao shrugged.

"Zhannancheng I still want to take it away. This is my vow. Then I resigned from the worship of the gods of the gods and no longer intervened in the warfare." Yunhun flicked his finger, and a small box popped up, "I I think, I still want to thank you and give you a gadget. I got this thing for decades, and I haven't understood what it is for. If you have this opportunity, it will be cheaper for you."

Meng Fu shook his eyebrows and opened his eyes and smiled. He felt that although he had suffered a little bit today, his business was really good.

Yue Po looked back and smiled, leading Yun Hun and carrying Zhan Nancheng into a flying body, immersed in the moonlight, starlight, clouds, mountains and mist sea, and the figure gradually disappeared, Meng Fuyao stood on the cliff, thinking of Yue Po's smile just now. Calm and complete, it was more beautiful than the stunning moment when I first saw him.

She turned around and looked at the swaying Zhan Beiye, the cloud marks that slowly opened her eyes, and Xiao Qi, who was grinning with blood on her face, and Master Yuan Bao who slowly took out the fruit to chew. , And the moon is bright and the wind is clear, the clouds are clear and the mist is scattered, it is also the completion of the struggle in life.

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After returning from Luofengya, Meng Fuyao and Zhan Beiye Yunhen were immediately taken to an ordinary house in the west of Pandu City to recover from their injuries. The house looked exactly like all Pandu dwellings, but its internal structure was surprisingly complex and vast. There are many secret tracts. In the underground of that house, Meng Fuyao saw the foresight layout and plan of the old Zhou Taishi who was "the second minister first"-this was in the end of the Jin Dynasty, has been protecting a large number of capable and important ministers, and Under the circumstances that the fall of the Jin Dynasty is a foregone conclusion, I would rather bear the accusation of the world’s condemnation of Qianqiu. With the respect of Taiwei, the old lady teacher who has been offering the city since then, spends his entire life to gather people and give benefits, and stay for his only offspring. Under the incomparable precious power and wealth.

The old man, knowing that someone wanted to murder him, still begged Zhan Beiye to be the king from afar, and offered to seal him in the barren Geya desert—that was because a well-educated scholar told him The Geya Desert was formerly a fertile continent, which was later covered by wind and sand. In the depths of the desert, there are ruins of an ancient country that was destroyed. The prosperous dynasty left countless treasures. These treasures later became the top of the Black Wind Riders One of the sources of equipment.

Ge Ya, the emperor far away from the sky, became the best place to train soldiers in the northern field. In the depths of the vast desert, in addition to the black wind knights, there were also various means of recruiting in the northern field, such as using frontier troops to exchange defenses and eat empty space. Among the tens of thousands of elite soldiers in his army, there are even sturdy and brave Moro soldiers recruited with huge wealth.

Because of the surrender of the old Zhou Taishi, he was able to protect many civil and military officials at the time with the respect of the Taishi. Although most of these people were deprived of authority, some people had changed their minds with the change of the dynasty, but there were still some people. After experiencing the ups and downs of the eunuch, and now according to the strength of each party, these people who silently suppress the old things and gratitude are always waiting for an opportunity to repay the kindness of the extraordinary old man many years ago.

The clouds are moving in all directions, and the wind and thunder will rise. When the dragon who has been dormant for many years brazenly raises its head, it will surely bring about the shaking of the earth.

He was wounded in the secret room for a while, and Zhan Beiye walked out of the darkness on a bright morning and said to Meng Fuyao who was smiling at him, "Fuyao, I am leaving."

Meng Fuyao gave a "um" and looked at him calmly. Although he was recovering from his injuries during this period, he was also seeing people in batches, discussing plans with a group of staff who did not know where they came from. Studying the route, and then on the day when his injury was about the same, she knew he was leaving.

Zhan Beiye stared at her bright eyes, there was a lot of pride and love in her heart, and she went to Guanshan to wash away the blood and fire. Will everything be normal when she comes back? He wanted to say to her: Fuyao, follow me. But he can't.

He can’t be so selfish. He’s going to change this world and change the ruling and the opposition. He has put her in troubled times and can no longer put her in danger. The bones and teeth she broke off for him are like broken There is blood somewhere in his heart, blood is always bursting, and the pain is hard to heal.

Zhan Beiye's hand slowly stretched into his arms, stroking a small kit, there was the half-truncated tooth-in the inner hall of the day, he secretly picked it up and held it in his arms, if this life On the day he couldn't have exchanged tokens with her, he had something that was considered his own. He kept it until death, and then burned with his ashes.

He said, "Fuyao, I have ordered someone to notify Zong Yue and ask him to come back and heal you. Besides, I will leave it to you..."

"Don't," Meng Fuyao refused very simply, "Take it away. I know that your power in Beijing can't fight the imperial camp and the Beijing army, so you have to send your mother and concubine back to Ge Ya, and then lead Your elite soldiers, and the forces that are in good contact, are fighting all the way, but you must be escorted on your way back to Ge Ya. I wanted to personally **** you, but I still have important things to do, so we They all do their own things, and no one has to worry about each other."

She laughed, her eyes gleaming, she did have more important things to do-the emperor of Zhenwu Tournament and Nancheng will visit the martial arts field in person, and the first place will be awarded by Zhan Nancheng in person, and part of the power of the gods !

She wants to take Zhenwu first, she wants to seize the power of the Beijing army, and she wants to kill Zhan Nancheng!

She is going to open the city gates for him personally when the Beiye fights under Pandu!

Her small face was radiant because of these decisions. It was so bright that she couldn't be seen. Zhan Kitano looked at her deeply, and wanted to reach out to caress, but finally withdrew in the middle, and finally laughed loudly.

"Fuyao, let's look at you and me, meet again in the Golden Palace of the Devil!"

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Sent away to fight Beiye, Meng Fuyao has entered a period of hard training day and night. She has a lot to do. Fighting Yunhun, her true power has been improved. She must hurry up and use Gale’s internal strength. She had to study whether Yue Po’s Qi training essence was compatible with her true power. By the way, she also studied the box given by Yun Hun—the palm is big, black, without borders, and it looks like it cannot be opened at all. After studying for a long time, I had no choice but to open it first, waiting for the illusory opportunity.

Yun Hen stayed in Pandu——He originally came to participate in the Zhenwu Conference. After Taiyuan split into Shangyuan and Taiyuan, the Yun family was very good at escorting him. Now he is an upstart in Taiyuan country. In his capacity, Naturally, he must participate in the battle on behalf of Taiyuan. At the beginning of the Taiyuan Palace, he was thrown down by Meng Fuyao after he was injured. He was taken care of by the people from the Northern Wilderness War. Since then, there has been friendship. This time he came to Pandu and Yunhen contacted Heifengqi. Knowing that Zhan Beiye was in danger, he immediately came to take care of him. Now Zhan Beiye asks him to take care of Meng Fuyao, and it is natural duty.

Ya Lanzhu desperately rushed over the next day after Zhan Beiye left, and found that he was a step late, crying, and was going to chase after him. Meng Fuyao was dragged by Meng Fuyao—this child was chased by all the people to fight Beiye’s whereabouts. Wouldn’t it be known all over the world that Meng Fu shook his tongue like a tongue, and touted Yalanzhu’s martial arts, making Yalanzhu think that the Zhenwu Conference would not be the first one to lose her color, so he obediently stayed and waited for the martial arts competition and prepared to do it. The first place went back to show off to the father and the queen.

Meng Fuyao was boring to practice martial arts this day. He brought Yalanzhu and dragged Yunhen to sneak out to wander around. At this time, the Zhenwu Conference is about to be held. Pandu martial arts are strong, and the streets are full of knives and swords. The wine shop was crowded with warriors from all over the world, and they often fought against each other and preempted the playoffs.

The three went to "Drunk and Help Return", sat down at the table they had sat on, and saw that the dad was as drunk as ever, tripped by a stupid boy as always, and blackmailed others for compensation as always, Yalan Zhu looked slightly Smiling straight, Meng Fuyao also smiled, but his eyes were slightly sad-this old man who didn't like to drink, but was drunk for Zhan Beiye for 20 years!

When the father-in-law was leaving the house, she stepped forward and gave him a hand. The old man looked up at her and took a wax pill that she handed over.

Meng Fuyao sat back to his place and continued to drink, guessing a boxing game with Yalanzhu, and suddenly heard a drinker next door say, "This conference, the rest of the countries don’t need to send people to come, and we will be insulted when we come. Shangyuan’s Bi-winged Swords, at a young age in charge of Xuan Yuanzong, Lei Dong Ju's name moved the world, under the world, who is the opponent?"

"Biyi Shuangjian are sure to come?" another person asked, "I heard that the Yan family is busy with government affairs, so they may not be free."

"Brothers will come." The one who spoke was an arrogant young man, "Even if he won't come, I will be the same, but I have to be taught by senior brother, Lei Dongjue has long been familiar with it."

Everyone agreed, and there was a surge of flattery. The young man looked more and more proud. He looked around proudly without saying a word. The crowds of drinkers bowed their heads in silence--this young man has been in this restaurant for several days. Invincible, there are indeed two brushes under his hand, and I cannot blame others for arrogance.

But someone suddenly laughed.

"Hey, what is called Biyi Double Sword?" Meng Fuyao lay on the table and asked Ya Lanzhu with a loud laugh, "What wing? A pair of ducks? A pair of herons? Or a pair of bats?"

Ya Lanzhu blinked, "Could it be a pair of chicken wings?"

The two suddenly laughed and slapped the table and the bench. The restaurant was silent, and both looked at Meng Fuyao with pity-this kid didn't know the heights of the sky and dared to offend the descendants of Lei Dong Jue, this time I was afraid that he would die without a complete body.

Meng Fuyao smiled and wiped his tears, "I drop my mother... chicken wings and double swords..."

Suddenly a cold light flashed, and a sword pointed directly at the tip of Meng Fuyao's nose.

"Do you dare to insult my brother Yan? You are looking for death!"