Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 17: Heaven on earth

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Smoke kill!

The old man is getting hurt? Regardless of her identity, she intends to ambush her in this dark alley!

A trace of contempt flashed in Meng Fuyao's eyes-no matter how strange the personality of the top ten is, at any rate they have a unique weather standard, and their own master style. This smoke kills, staying in the top ten is really a scum, clear it!

The smoke is getting thicker and thicker, there is a faint laughter, piercing and heartbreaking, Meng Fu raised his eyebrows and cursed: "Which old morrow learns to rooster in the middle of the night, and still makes people live?"

"The girl will always be so unaware of life and death." Yan Sha Jie Jie's laughter is still so far and near. "The old man has been delayed in some chores recently. Today I am looking for time to take your dog's life. Hurry up and judge yourself. ."

"Okay," Meng Fuyao raised his eyebrows, drunk and threw a rotten brick over, "Hurry up, use this brick to hit your head."

"Huh!"

When the smoke is thick, it will be collected, and it will be unfolded in mid-air, condensed into a stick, and swept across!

"Huh!"

There was a whirlwind like a desert and yellow sand, half falling from the sky and half rising from the ground, like a huge blanket lifted up all over the world, covering the sky and covering the whole world without regard to Meng Fuyao and the guards behind her. Coming down, the "blanket" was so huge that it covered Xu Fangyuan around the surrounding area. Compared with those of Meng Fuyao, they were like ants. They couldn't escape in any direction.

Meng Fuyao did not escape either.

She suddenly raised her head and smiled weirdly. Her eyes were very bright, like a beam of light splitting the chaotic smoke, how could there be a moment of drunken confusion?

"Old dog, you are fooled!"

Before the shout, she suddenly punched the wall of the alley beside her, "boom", the "bricks" on the wall all fell, revealing the black pig iron inside, she kicked and stood. The ground of the place suddenly sank to reveal a deep hole. Meng Fuyao immediately jumped down with the guards, then laughed and said: "Please enter the urn!"

She stretched out a trigger in the pit that had already been laid out, and in the midst of rolling noises, the entire "alley" wall was peeled off, and it turned out to be made of pig iron connected together. With the operation of the machine, The iron plates quickly turned up and closed, wrapping the smoke standing in the middle of the "alley" in the middle of the work!

Yan Sha let out a harsh roar.

"Shameless!"

Meng Fuyao smiled shamelessly, stretched out his hand to take out the long-prepared spear from the pit, and jumped out together with the guards-this iron plate can only be killed in an instant, if you want to kill, you must seize the opportunity !

In the gaps between the iron plate arrays, the smoke is bright and extinguished, flashing and dimming, and the smoke can rush out in no time!

Meng Fu shook his foot and stepped on the edge of the sinkhole and flew up. He flew halfway behind him with a loud roar and swept his gun. He shook her foot a little and sent her up to five feet in a whirlwind, and landed on the iron box. Fu Yao immediately speared down like lightning!

Yao Xun Tiecheng and the guards also rushed over, throwing their hands together on the ground, all spears flying staggered and passing through the iron box.

There was a sharp howl, the smoke burst, and the iron box exploded with a loud noise, shattered into thousands of black iron pieces, flying in the night.

"Hang La!"

A bright white light suddenly shined above the sky, and gold snakes danced wildly above the black strata. The clouds seemed to be shaken, and some sporadic raindrops appeared. First, the rain stars, and then continuous The film was shaken by the wind, swaying a day's crystal clear water.

There are black broken iron everywhere, and it rains, with some weird eye-like colors. In the Xiao Xiao rain curtain, the water on the ground quickly merges into small streams and extends in all directions. Among those streams, there is one , Is a faint red.

Yansha stood there, a deep blood hole on his shoulders, and blood on his knees, blood bursting out, staining the earthy yellow robe muddy.

He stood there with a livid face and took a deep breath. As he breathed, the smoke on his face flickered and flickered. Every time it went dark and then lit again, the smoke would regain a point. When he came out, he was injured twice under Meng Fuyao's hand. He was really angry, and he was about to take out the bottom of the box and kill.

Meng Fuyao would not give him a chance to fight to the death.

She gave a low smile, "killing the sky" flashed, and with the gleam of the moon and the sun, the gale rushed over.

The wind is rising, the sun is rising, and the moon is surging!

Following the final battle of the true warrior leader, Meng Fuyao used her own method of combining the power of the gale, the sun and the moon, for the first time in the field battle. The three true powers were in her hard training during this period of time. , More integrated, gurgling like flowing springs, vast and vast like rivers and oceans, wherever it passes, the wind is not strong and the light is not visible, but the breath is suffocating and the cold light is confusing. Those ups and downs transfer, shot and smashed, more than ordinary people can achieve The limit is three points faster.

Quick! The true meaning of martial arts is to be fast, chasing the moon and the wind in front of people whose true power surpasses them, and changing rapidly, never let people trace their own tracks!

Meng Fuyao turned into light and shadow, turned into a whirlwind of thousands of miles in the Teng Teng Mo, wandering and circling, coming from the infinite vastness, and going to the only center-all the vital points of the smoke!

Smoke is no longer able to compete with her.

He was injured, his movement was hindered, and the heavy mark on his shoulder was the killer Meng Fuyao had. The ordinary master had already been pierced by a single shot. More importantly, on that gun, feed poison! On the four corners of the tumbling closed iron box, spray poison!

He was poisoned, injured, and forced to fight Meng Fuyao.

Tie Cheng and the others wanted to come up to help the punch, but Meng Fuyao glared and scolded him back: "Damn, you have to help me in this way, I don't live anymore!"

She glanced at the corner of the opposite house in her busy schedule, where Shi Shiran was sitting tall, with her light purple robe floating in the air. She actually held up an umbrella leisurely, squatting on his knees to watch the battle. An adult with fluttering white hair, one person and one mouse, smiled motionlessly, only covering her with his eyes.

The one who keeps letting her fly, but still accepting her in his caring vision.

Meng Fuyao smiled, looked back, and went to fight and kill with peace of mind.

The two, standing high on the eaves, watched her fight and kill with An Anxin.

Small and rainy night, people are prospered, and they are exhausted; they are caught off-guard by being poisoned and then injured, exhausted; encountering Meng Fuyao who is energetic and prepared to play fiercely, exhausted.

No matter how strong the power is, there is a limit. The three forces are exhausted, and they have to be exhausted!

The three hundred and twenty-eighth strokes.

The smoke waving like a streamer in Yansha’s palm became thinner and thinner, Meng Fuyao suddenly made a false move, extremely complicated gestures-from the experience of watching Changsun Wuji and Taiyan that night-such a dazzling one Wu, Yan Sha raised his hand, but his hand suddenly fell empty.

At the same time, Meng Fuyao stepped back, turning around, her black hair rose like a **** satin, and she fluttered so beautifully in the rain. When she fell, she had already turned back and hit her body like a meteor. She straightened her back. Xiang Yansha crashed into his arms!

An extremely daring and weird move, Yansha never thought that in the opposing battle, someone dared to expose the empty door on his back completely, and delivered the empty door completely.

Yan Sha was stunned, very terribly stunned.

"Ha!"

The black knife is like an aurora, flashing in the rain.

Meng Fu shook his hand and drew his sword. The blade brought blood out of the blade like a stream of water. In the midnight drizzle, it shot out like a rainbow, and instantly leaped across the darkness. It faded and faded at the moment of rain. It disappears slowly, like a dance of life silently ending in the night, stunning in an instant, and finally dying.

The rain fell silently, both of them were bloody, Meng Fuyao was still leaning on the front of Yansha, feeling that his body was rapidly cold, like those endless and sticky smoke, all suddenly The wound running through the front and back abdomen drained.

She raised her eyebrows, raised her legs and kicked, kicked the sack-like body with a "bang". The heavy body was kicked out several feet, slipped several feet on the rain, and was submerged in the water. in.

The light red water meanders everywhere on the ground. The blood is the same color as ordinary people, and it seems that there is no difference because of the amazing identity of the dead.

One of the top ten, famous for 30 years, the legendary and legendary character Smoke Kill, died in a low alley on such a most ordinary rainy night, and died at the hands of a girl who was only 18 years old .

If anyone saw this battle, they would not dare to believe their own eyes.

However, someone saw everything with his own eyes. In the dark place ahead, Yan Jingchen slowly looked back, his eyes were dark--he saw the entire battle, from the shot of the smoke to the ambush to the battle of Meng Fuyao to the smoke Kill to be killed.

He stood there in a daze, looking at the darkness of nothingness in disbelief. He seemed to see nothing, but he seemed to see the coolness and kindness of fate.

He raised his head slightly and looked at the girl standing in the rain with a gun, smiling with a knife in one hand, looking back with a smile, her clothes and long hair flying, her slender and straight figure like a goddess of the sky, the whole body is warm and fierce. The domineering arrogance, but still makes people feel that the light is bright and can not be looked at, and makes people feel ashamed and unapproachable.

Don't get close... the Meng Fuyao he used to be.

He looked up at her, and after she showed "Broken Nine Heavens" since the battle of Zhenwu, she once again felt the distance of distance and the indifference of fate. That woman, that woman standing in the light and shadow, has since become the height in his life. With the hanging scroll and wavy lights, he could see the beauty of that height and distance, but it would never be touched.

She has gone, too far away from him.

Even if he does not hesitate to be here, even if he is trapped in filth, even if he sacrifices everything, he rises up like that, but in the end he doesn't deserve to touch the corner of her clothes.

She should have belonged to the pinnacle of the world by birth. The height overlooking the mighty world, the love on Xuanyuan Mountain, was just a gift from fate to meet her. He didn't have the opportunity to ask for more.

Those lovesick rouge buttons are always destined to be left behind.

His gaze slowly fell on the dead body in the rain alley.

It was his master, his benefactor and enemy. He thought that he would never be able to escape his needs and fetters in his life, such as the sordid pain of the dark night, but today, because of her hand, he is free.

He is free, he knows her painstaking effort-she killed his wife and then killed his nightmare to compensate.

Such grievances are clear and compassionate for compensation.

And he, since then, has continued to haunt the pain, or has he let go and forget?

Yan Jingchen stood in the rain and his clothes were completely wet. He watched Meng Fuyao put down his gun, watched Meng Fuyao raise his head, watched Meng Fuyao's eyes with a smile he had never seen before, falling on the opposite roof to watch the battle. The man, her eyes were soft and happy, and she smiled with a smile.

And that man, holding an umbrella, leaned in and looked down with a slight smile, seeing her eyes calm and inclusive, as broad as the universe.

The moment of looking at each other.

Yan Jingchen suddenly felt that he was shrinking infinitely, shrunk into tiny dust floating between the sky and the earth.

He stood silently in the rain, and finally walked slowly towards the corpse of Yankiller. He and Meng Fuyao passed by without looking back, just squatted down and picked up the body of Yankiller.

The old body is completely loose in his arms, and can no longer cause any harm to him, and those entangled love and hatred will eventually grow old like this* and return to the dust.

Yan Jingchen stood up holding Yansha in his arms, no matter what he was apprentice, he was responsible for burying Yansha.

He walked away step by step with Smoke Kill, from beginning to end, without looking back.

Meng Fuyao stood there, watching the man's back gradually sink into the darkness, his eyes calm and gleaming.

Yan Jingchen, the grievance is over today, but I hope you will take the road in the future.

Behind them, Tiecheng and the others were picking up the iron fragments. The houses in this area had already been bought by Meng Fuyao. They had enclosed a wall further away forbidding people to enter, and they rushed to work at night, born in a wide area. Inside the alley, this fake alley made of iron plates is arranged. This alley is an institution. Meng Fuyao feigned drunk on the wall and squatted on the tree. In fact, he just activated the organ one by one.

And Yansha, who had just rushed back from the mountain on the outskirts of Pandu, had already come into her sight once Pandu came back. She bought drunk for pleasure, and waited for him for a long time.

The right time, the right place, and the right people. How can you be undefeated, even if you can’t take advantage of it?

An azure oil-paper umbrella was gently moved above her head, blocking the damp sky, the person under the umbrella was smiling, gentle and gentle, brightening the cool night.

Meng Fu shook his head and smiled at him with a settled expression.

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In the seventh year of the Qiuqiu, on the third day of August, at night, the general Tiansha occupied the self-sacrificing army and crossed Yishui at night, attempting to attack the Canglong army, but he was hit by the fighting Beiye, who did not sleep at all. When he emerged from the shore, he ran into the tip of the spear of the black wind riding the forest.

On the third day of August, on the night, one of the top ten was killed in Yantai. The news of his death shook the world. The news reached the ears of the other top ten. Everyone was shocked. Among them, the couple who had been chasing 38 years of love The couple smiled at each other, thinking of the tough and stoic **** Luofeng Mountain at the same time.

The beautiful man with silver hair slowly said something that will continue to be spread throughout the world in the future.

"This is just the beginning."

"The era when the top ten dominate the world will eventually pass, and a new transcendant will finally be born."

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The next goal is to fight Beiheng!

There were a lot of early descendants of the Tiansha imperial family, but in the long-term political turmoil, they gradually withered. The two and the old, the four and the old, all died young, and if it weren’t for his foresight and wise grandfather, Zhan Beiye, He was released to Ge Ya early, I'm afraid there are no bones left. When the third son of Zhan Beiqi died in Changhan Mountain, now there is only one Zhan Beiheng left beside Zhan Nancheng.

As the only prince around Zhan Nancheng who has survived the longest and is still quite trusted, Zhan Beiheng will naturally not be as mediocre and incompetent as it appears on the surface. According to Meng Fuyao's observation of him, this person is feminine and cunning. The city is quite deep, and it is very tolerable-Ya Lanzhu was once his married wife, and she threw away his marriage contract and chased Beiye. When she herself became the laughingstock of the world, how could he not get involved? However, this King Heng was really persistent. Not only did he agree to resign if nothing happened, he even became a stranger after seeing Ya Lanzhu after retiring. When the two of Zhenwu meet, Zhan Beiheng didn't hesitate at all.

Such a person is a curse. He is here. Even if Meng Fuyao kills Zhan Nancheng, he may be married to him, so Meng Fuyao has already decided to kill Zhan Nancheng first. Beiheng.

As for the way to kill him, borrow a knife!

Now Meng Fuyao is a general under Zhan Beiheng-Zhan Beiheng is in charge of the emperor's imperial camp, and is the direct superior of Meng Fuyao's direct superiors. His holy family is grand and the homes are prosperous, and there are endless crowds of daily visits. As for the stone lions at the door, they were so dark and shiny because they were often leaned by officials from all over the place waiting to rub them, so they simply replaced them with a pair of iron lions, known as the iron lion gate princes, subordinates of subordinates like Meng Fuyao. His Royal Highness King Heng would not Free to bother.

Meng Fuyao visited the door three times. Three times, the doorkeeper with the nostrils left a greeting message, but no one saw it. She was not in a hurry. When she came back, she talked to Changsun Wuji and said that this guy’s grace is so heavy. Counting the dynasty anomaly, Changsun Wuji said: "Is the grace of Zhan Beiheng still heavier?"

Meng Fuyao thought for a while and said, "Yes."

"Originally, flowers add fuel to the flames of the brocade, and their prosperity will decline," Changsun Wuji smiled, "Since ancient times, there has been no easy ruler and minister for a lifetime. Zhan Nancheng is suspicious of Beiheng."

Meng Fuyao rolled his eyes, threw himself under the knees of the grandson Wuji, and looked up at him purely: "His Royal Highness, Fuyao is loyal to him, and has no two minds towards Wuji. Now it is only a stopgap to switch to the court. , Seeing that His Highness is so graceful to me now, is it possible that my death is approaching? My Highness must not be favored, not be favored——"

All the people at the table greeted rice together, and Ya Lanzhu shouted: "Meng Fuyao, you are so shameless!"

Chang Sun Wuji raised his leg and kicked, and said with a smile: "Fuck you, I will hate you when I see you, you can still harm you for thousands of years."

Meng Fuyao laughed loudly and staggered out. For the fourth time, she ran in front of Beiheng Gate. She stopped paying her respects. The gatekeeper was blocked in the alley not far from Zhanbei Heng's home. Without further ado, I beat him up and said: "Tell you to look down on me and not let me in? I will see you and beat you once."

The doorkeeper was crying: "Lord Meng, this and this...you can't let the villain make the decision..."

"Niang Xipi, look down on Lao Tzu? Lao Tzu tells you to break your wealth." Meng Fuyao cursed and ordered, "When I go to the meeting, you will receive the greeting card, and you will welcome me in grandly and respectfully. Whenever I’m waiting for me to have tea and talk, I don’t need to pass the post to King Heng any more. As long as this is done, I will do it this way whenever I come. I won’t beat you."

Why don't you pass the post to see King Heng? Just to have tea and talk at Hou Jian's place? The doorkeeper couldn't figure it out, but Meng Fuyao's request was easy for him, and he hurriedly responded. After a while, Meng Fuyao came with empty hands. Before the post was delivered, the door opened with a hug, and the doorkeeper eagerly squeezed past. The crowd greeted him, bowed deeply, and greeted Meng Fuyao in the most courteous manner, waiting for the officials basking in the scorching sun at the door to suddenly turn their heads, looking at Meng Fuyao together-this little cow, Prince Heng Mansion The slave's eyes have always been on the top of his head. When have you been so polite and courteous? Bacheng is a cronies of King Heng!

After a while, Meng Fuyao swayed under the doorkeeper's courtesy, and said loudly: "Suddenly remembered that there is an urgent matter, go ahead and do it first, here is King Heng, wait for the paging!"

Everyone is more awesome when they hear it-you can leave as you want, and friendship with King Heng is extraordinary!

With a scream, these officials who had no way of entering the door all rushed forward, and Meng Fuyao was surrounded by a few steps. Faces of envious flattery approached, babbling. splash.

"Dare to ask the general's surname?"

"In Liu Moumou, the capital of Xiaqi County, I met the general..."

"The general is full of heroism and extraordinary mentality. I will fall in love at the next sight and look forward to acceptance. Can the general have some free time? Tonight, there will be a table in the Wangqiong Building in Nanshi. Please give the military a reward..."

……

Meng Fu shook his eyebrows and opened his eyes and smiled, and said: "The sun is shining, and I talk while talking."

So he talked, and after a while, he stuffed his hands full of gifts. Most of them asked her to "make a few words to His Royal Highness Heng." Some officials still pulled her sleeves and burst into tears, "Pity me in Jingdo Today, I haven’t seen your Highness yet. Seeing that I’ve exhausted myself and haven’t found a real job, Master Meng is helping others and helping others..."

"Good to say! Good to say!" Meng Fuyao smiled one by one, tucked away with the gold, silver, pearls and jade full of sleeves, full of the eyes of the officials' expectations, and walked away.

The next day, come back at another hour, do the same, and go back with a gift.

One day, continue to receive gifts, this time carrying a basket.

……

After receiving a gift in front of the Heng Palace for several days, when I went back, the doorkeeper who had been beaten to play the double role with her saw her and hurriedly greeted her: "General Meng, the prince is waiting for you in the flower hall."

Meng Fuyao laughed, turned around and ordered: "Bring up my gift!"

The guards carried a huge basket, all the gifts she received these days. Zhan Beiheng was waiting for her in the flower hall. Seeing the basket, he couldn't help laughing, and said: "General Meng is so capable. Receive the gift from the king in front of the palace!"

Meng Fuyao drew his hand and said, "Original Bihui." He laughed again, "No, the prince can see me?"

The two looked at each other and laughed, and Zhanbei kept watching tea: "The world only knows that General Meng is unparalleled in martial arts, and he is so smart if he doesn't want to think."

Meng Fuyao smiled and said: "It's just to ask the prince to smile. There are so many capable people and strangers under the prince's tent. How can ordinary behaviors come in your eyes? I have no choice but to make a shocking move."

Zhan Bei Heng squinted at her, his eyes shrunk like needles, and there was no smile. "The general is already a red man in front of your majesty. It is said that the position of General Longhu is waiting for the general. This king is just a district idle. Lord, I can’t give the general anything, why did the general spend so much thought and insist on throwing himself into the king’s way?"

"For the general, the world is the spirit. On the road to blue clouds, who can give and who can not, naturally knows." Meng Fuyao gulped tea and laughed, "The prince said he could not give it, but his subordinates I feel that the prince can give more to his subordinates."

"What a big tone!" Zhan Beiheng changed his eyes and stared at her coldly, "What else can I give you? What do you want?"

"How can there be a reason to ask people for something first without offering anything." Meng Fuyao smiled nonchalantly if he didn't see his snake-like gaze. "The subordinates want to ask the prince what they want. It's too early, and the subordinates want to ask for something from the prince before they have done anything. How embarrassed, so let's give the prince a little heart first."

She got up, leaned close to Bei Heng, attached to his ear, and smiled.

"Wang Ye's life is coming soon!"

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"You didn't see what Zhan Beiheng looked like at that time," Meng Fuyao chewed his bones and brows, "It's like a thorn suddenly grew under my butt, and I almost jumped and hit my chin."

Zong Yue leisurely drank tea. He always took Meng Fuyao's rice bowl to eat as soon as he spoke. At this time, he said without raising his head: "Meng Fuyao, please pay attention when you chew your bones. I can’t pretend it a second time."

Meng Fuyao turned his head and stared at him with a black face: "Doctor Mongolia, please don't expose the scars, okay?"

"You are covered with scars, so it doesn't matter which one to expose." Zong Yue suddenly put the teacup aside and asked her, "I used snow lotus to soak the treasure for half a month, where did you get it? "

Meng Fuyao was startled, and then he remembered that the thing seemed to have been taken by the grandson Wuji one day. As for where to take it—she never cared much about things outside of her body, not to mention that since the grandson Wuji took it, as much as she liked , I never even thought about asking whereabouts.

She subconsciously went to see the grandson Wuji, turned her gaze back halfway, and withdrew her eyes and nose and heart, and said: "Ah, that, I'm afraid the mouse would steal it, so I put it somewhere else."

"There is only one mouse here." Zong Yue sneered.

Master Yuan Bao rolled his eyes, I am not a mouse, I am not a mouse, how many times do I have to say?

"I took it." It was Changsun Wuji who was speaking naturally. He looked calm, "I took it to observe the properties of the medicine."

"Observe the properties of the medicine?" Zong Yue immediately turned his head and sneered at him, "Prince Wuji is exceptionally talented, but I have never heard that even pharmacology is number one in the world."

"The number one medical skill in the world is naturally you." Changsun Wou-ki is still not moved, "but the number one medical skill in the world does not mean the best medicine in the world."

"What do you mean?" Zong Yue straightened up on the chair, his face was as white as frost and snow, and his temperament that had always been mild and clean suddenly changed, his eyes were as thick as the darkness gathered by the dark haze, "You are talking, I take medicine Wrong, hurting Fuyao?"

The grandson Wuji stopped talking and drank tea.

Meng Fuyao stayed here too, what does Changsun Wuji mean? Said that Zong Yue's medication was wrong? How could it be possible that I have suffered countless injuries in the past two years. Which time was it not that Zong Yue was healed, and some injuries were so severe that no one had to injure Zhen Yuan. At the bottom of Zong Yue’s hands, she has not really been shaken to her roots, even Consolidating the foundation, "Bro Jiu Xiao" is advancing step by step at the fastest speed, and even the true power of Da Fengyue Po is smoothly integrated. If there is something wrong, wouldn't he have died a million times earlier?

She looked at Zong Yue anxiously--he seemed to be mild-tempered, but he was actually arrogant. He has been in the world with medical skills for many years, and has always been respected by the world. At this moment, Chang Sun Wou-ki's statement directly refers to his medical teaching, which can be said to be extremely The severity of a big attack is no less than an attack on an eight-foot tall man who is inhumane.

"Hey, stop talking..." She stretched Sun Wuji's sleeves, "Well, let's go to sleep..."

As soon as the words were spoken, she bit her tongue, "Ouch" she covered her mouth and wanted to cry without tears. Damn, it's really unlucky. I won't be able to say anything in a hurry. Look, I don't know how to say it...

The guy who has always had the opportunity to take advantage of the prejudice and absolutely wants to take advantage of it immediately looked back, smiled, and said: "Okay, when this is over, let's go to sleep..."

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Zong Yue still stood there, looking straight at Changsun Wuji, and said solemnly: "His Royal Highness has not answered my words."

Zhang Sun Wuji lowered his eyes, frowned for a while, and said: "Mr. Zong, since you and I are harmless, let's stop at some things. I'm tired and out of company." He stood up and turned around. Want to go.

"Keng"

A white light pulled out, and a machete with a smooth arc, coldly in front of Changsun Wuji.

Slowly looked down at the knife that was straight to his heart, and then at Zong Yue, who stood indifferently holding the knife, Changsun Wuji waved his hand, stopped Meng Fuyao and others who were about to run out, and stopped sneaking outside the house. The guarding hidden guard smiled softly: "Mr. Zong, the knife is not for pointing at a friend."

"Xia Xia is not worthy of being a friend of His Royal Highness." Zong Yue said indifferently: "Moreover, Xia Xia has always hated certain habits of His Royal Highness——forever speaking, always condescending, always making the virtue of compassion and charity——be Those who are compassionate and give don’t even understand why they are being compassionate."

Meng Fuyao was silent, thinking that Changsun Wuji alluded to Zong Yue's medication mistake and he pulled his legs away without explaining anything. He blocked Zong Yue's tone of breath, and didn't give him a chance to defend himself. No wonder Zong Yue. The more angry.

She was thinking here, and there was a look of disapproval on her face, Yalanzhu and Yunhen's expressions were similar to hers, only Yuan Bao rushed out, and started screaming again, and Meng Fuyao looked at Master Yuan Bao. , Grabbed it and stuffed it into his sleeve, "Don't mess with it!"

Zhang Sun Wuji suddenly turned his eyes and looked at her. At this moment, his eyes were a little strange, seeming helpless, and sighing.

He was silent for a while, suddenly stretched out his fingers, gently pushed away the knife, and slowly sat down, saying: "Mr. Zong must I say it?"

"What can't it?" Zong Yue answered calmly.

"I only ask Mr. Zong a few questions." Once Changsun Wuji made up his mind, he stopped hesitating, and said calmly: "After Fuyao was injured in Luofeng Mountain, his body was swept away by Yunhun Zhenqi. Is there any true Qi? Instability?"

"Yes." Zong Yue replied happily, "but I naturally healed her, and even used Thousand Buddha Spirit Grass to remove blood from her bruises. Does His Royal Highness think there is anything wrong with this?"

His tone was provocative, but the grandson Wuji ignored him at all, and said: "Well, then when Fuyao participated in the third round of the Zhenwu Conference, suddenly there was a sudden leapfrog to enhance his true power, and he almost died on the stage by bursting blood. Young Master Yun suppressed himself with Hanyin's internal strength, this Mr. Zong should also know."

Zong Yue's eyes flashed, and he nodded: "Yes, I didn't forget that while calming the blood and veins for Fu Yao, I also removed the cold and yin internal force that did not belong to Fu Yao Zhenqi. What are you going to say?"

"I just want to ask one sentence." Changsun Wuji smiled, "How can Fuyao successfully merge Da Fengyue Soul with her own true power?"

Zong Yue opened his mouth, wanting to answer, suddenly thought of something, his face changed.

"Fuyao suffered serious injuries during that time and was unable to recuperate at all, but her true power was still increasing at a rapid rate, even going against the norm, combining the three top true powers long in advance." Changsun Wuji He said quickly, "A person's energy is limited, and it is impossible to take care of it everywhere. Longer than here, it must be weaker than other places. Her true power increases rapidly, so what about the meridians? When are the damaged meridians repaired? Those meridians are not. Iron trees can continue to grow after being cut by swords and swords. Even if they are iron trees, they will experience such continuous damage, which will damage the root."

He said: "So I want to ask Mr. Zong, how did Fuyao do these miracles, these types of entry that violate the laws of true power growth and circulation?"

He said: "I want to ask Mr. Zong, have you ever heard the story of Yi Miao's growth, but too much is too late."

Zong Yue became quiet.

His face changed a few times, the original whiteness, such as frost and snow, became whiter and more transparent, and the light shone lightly, and his eyes were clear and misty, like a light in front of a lamp. Rippling wine.

Meng Fuyao was dumbfounded again.

No wonder she has been amazed at the speed of her advancement. The dead veteran Taoist is known as a peerless genius. He also entered the sixth level of "Bro Jiu Xiao" six years later than her. No wonder she has always felt that her true strength is unstable. After promotion, it takes more time than practicing to stabilize her qi. No wonder she often wonders that she is constantly injured and suffers serious injuries. It takes time for ordinary people to recover from their injuries. During the recovery period, zhenqi will stagnate and enter the country, so she chooses automatically. Protecting the meridians in the body, she seems to be entering the border even to heal her injuries.

Zong Yue used medicine to suppress the wounds of her meridians, so that her body function naturally chose to practice instead of protecting the internal organs, but it was not right. If her meridians really haven't been able to recuperate, there should be a problem now. Why is she basically as usual?

Also, in any case, she firmly didn't believe that Zong Yue would harm herself. Why didn't he do it to protect herself? If it hadn't been smoothly promoted and merged during the Zhenwu Conference, she would have already lost, right?

At this time, the room was silent. Everyone was breathing heavily. Looking at Zong Yue, Zong Yue gradually calmed down. After a while, he smiled and said: "Yes, Changsun Wuji, I admit that you are right, but how do you know? , I must have no solution?"

"I know that Mr. Zong has no fear and should have a solution in his heart. I know that Mr. Zong has never been harmless, so I have been suspicious for a long time but never mentioned it." Changsun Wuji looked up at the swaying flowers outside the window With a gentle expression in his eyes, he said softly for a long while: "It's just Mr. Zong. In any case, this method is risky after all. If something goes wrong with Fuyao and you are not there, what should I do? In a dangerous place, my heart is disturbed."

"Fuyao does not have strong enough martial arts, and it is even more disturbing!" Zong Yue immediately retorted, "Her temperament, who has caused misfortunes, has been risking injuries all her life, and waiting for her to stop to recuperate and practice step by step, how can she It’s too late to have enough ability to cope with the dangers again and again? What's more, she has been in control so far and there is no problem, and even the methods I prepared do not need to be used—" He stopped suddenly and slowly opened. With big eyes, this man who has been gentle and calm with a poisonous tongue, for the first time appeared a surprised and enlightened look on his face, "It's you--it's you--"

Zhang Sun Wuji interrupted him immediately, straightened up and walked out, and when he passed him, suddenly he said to one side: "I just don't understand, sir has always been calm, why is this urgent? "

A clear and faint sentence, but as if a huge thunder suddenly struck Zong Yue’s head, he actually froze like that, froze under the lights in the room, his face changed again and again, finally turning blue , Na Qingzhong gave birth to white again, a frost-like layer on his face, so that under the lamp, he looked like a paper man suddenly frozen by the wind.

The room was full of silence. Several people didn’t know what Changsun Wuji’s indifferent words had hit Zong Yue’s sore spot, causing this gentle person to suddenly change color. Meng Fuyao was there in a daze until he was pulled by Yalan Zhu. After pulling the sleeves, she came back to her senses-anyway, this quarrel started because of her, and she had the responsibility to persuade.

Meng Fuyao walked over gently, La Zongyue, whispered: "I know you are kind..."

Zong Yue suddenly flicked his sleeves and flicked away Meng Fuyao. With such a huge force, Meng Fuyao was caught off guard for three consecutive steps. Yunhen and Yalanzhu came up to help. Yunhen said angrily: "Mr. Zong, why bother you Fuyao!"

And Tiecheng, who was guarding outside the window, didn’t say anything. He jumped in and it was a knife. Meng Fuyao drank: "Stop, stop--" Zong Yue had already flicked out again, shaking Tiecheng and staggering. Fei shot his hand on the stool, almost poking Yalan Zhu, another turmoil.

Zong Yue had already flown out of the window flat, the white-clothed snow figure was like a frosted willow leaf, crossing the sky so lightly and quickly, instantly submerged in the melting moonlight.

Meng Fuyao chased after him. He was no longer visible. She paused. She didn't know how a good meal had become like this. When she turned around, she saw Master Yuan Bao hadn't left, squatting on the ground and staring at her.

Meng Fuyao looked at it, it looked at Meng Fuyao, Meng Fuyao took a few steps to the left, and wanted to get around it, Master Yuan Bao immediately moved to the left, Meng Fuyao went around to the right, Master Yuan Bao immediately also turned right Moved.

In short, it is determined to block the road that Meng Fuyao must pass, to let Meng Fuyao see its existence, and to let Meng Fuyao see its pure and innocent gaze, which gives rise to guilt towards its master , You must know that Meng Fuyao is a shameless creature, if you don't remind it, you don't know how to be ashamed.

Meng Fuyao finally couldn't bear it and kicked him away.

Then strode to the residence of the grandson Wuji--the third step into the underpass in a certain room of the yard, then go through the underpass and enter another yard...it's a trouble.

A true warrior, have the courage to face her own mistakes. She Meng Fuyao has always been a female warrior.

She didn't knock at the door, she went in, Changsun Wuji seemed to be asleep, there was no light in the room, and the silhouette of the person on the bed was only vaguely seen in the dark. He seemed to fall asleep sideways, resting his elbow on the pillow, breathing Serene, the room filled with such long and melancholic breathing, Meng Fuyao also calmed down, standing still in the dark, listening to the sound of the person's breathing, only felt that the mood was quiet and the years were peaceful.

She suddenly smiled and felt that it was not so important to explain or apologize. In any case, Changsun Wuji knows her, and she also knows Changsun Wuji, so what else is there to say? What?

She turned and walked gently outward.

Suddenly there was a lazy voice behind him, with a smile, and said: "I break into the bedroom in the middle of the night and leave without doing anything?"

Meng Fuyao turned around and laughed, "Beauty, uncle, I can't bear to destroy flowers." He patted his **** and was about to slip, the guy's tone suddenly became quiet and he sighed softly.

A sigh tied Meng Fuyao's footsteps like a chain. She held her hands on the door frame, strenuously, turning her head outside and inside the door.

The grandson Wuji turned over on the couch and stretched out his hand to her, "Come on, give me a hug."

Meng Fuyao pulled out his legs and left.

"A person who has been wronged by you, can't you want a comforting hug?"

Meng Fuyao staggered...Why would someone just use the grieving woman offensive? Also, Meng Fuyao, why do you have to grow a conscience?

Zhang Sun Wuji beckoned, and a soft force surged in. He had dragged the conscientious guy in front of him, hugged him, and lifted his hand to remove Meng Fuyao's hairpin, and the smooth black hair suddenly shed. All over the bed.

The long-term Sun Wuji buried his head in her hair, and sat quietly together for a while, then said in a low voice: "How come you remember?"

Meng Fuyao struggled and replied: "Yuan Bao forced me to come over."

"Oh? Don't you want to come here anymore?" Changsun Wuji smiled, his eyes soft in the dark as a flower about to bloom.

"I just want to ask you," Meng Fuyao finally grabbed the right to breathe, raised his head and took a deep breath, then said: "The reason why I haven't had any problems, is it because you have been regulating the meridians for me?"

Long Sun Wuji smiled without answering, he only slowly pulled over her hair, straightened out a small bundle of tangled hair with his fingers, and said: "Please comb your hair before you tie it, look at you , The hair will get knotted after being spread out."

Meng Fuyao bit his lip and looked at the guy who had never admitted that he had done anything for her. His eyes were a little hot. Recently, he looked a little bad, and his face was always haggard. He thought he was busy with national affairs. , I don't want to be for her.

It’s just that just adjusting and protecting meridians will make him such an awesome person?

Meng Fuyao frowned, and was about to ask something. Suddenly, he heard a sound of deep and melodious music from afar.

The tune is ancient and melancholy, the tone is simple and mellow, and there is a kind of simple beauty that washes off the Huaxie dance skirt, such as blowing the Qingjia in the flying snow of the ancient road, the snow of Yinshan rushing over, and the place you see is the desert. Boundless, the world is the same color, and at this moment, I think back to the warm and soft Jiangnan, Huaiyang Liu, Xie Jiayan, Xiaoqiao, the water and the peach blossoms.

This timbre is not a flute or a flute. The Qingyue flute of a different flute is bright, but it does not have a whirling taste, such as bitter tea in the mouth. After a long time, you will taste the vicissitudes and charms, layer by layer on the tip of the tongue, but straight into the heart. It reminds people of the ups and downs of fate and life like tea.

The two embraced and listened quietly. At the end of the song, Meng Fuyao's eyes were slightly wet.

She murmured: "Xun...I actually heard the Xun song with my own ears..."

Zhang Sun Wuji thoughtfully, suddenly pushed her gently and said: "Go."

Meng Fu shook his body, smiled at him, walked straight out, followed the sound through the yard, after the garden was a pavilion, on the top of the pavilion, a man in white clothes blowing a xun to the moon, golden red The ancient xun with a cloud and dragon pattern was in his palm, shining with a magnificent and deep, long-standing divine light.

His white robe hangs down the eaves of the pavilion, and he dances silently like flying swallows, as if some long-buried thoughts are difficult to express, intending to silently explain with certain gestures.

Meng Fuyao leaped up to the top of the pavilion, sat down quietly beside him, accidentally turned his head, Zong Yue immediately turned his head, but Meng Fuyao caught a faint touch on his cheek at this moment. Reflect the light of the moon.

That was... tears?

Meng Fuyao's heart beat, but Zong Yue was crying?

This gentle but self-reliant man, she had never thought that she would see him cry in her life.

Zong Yue had already spoken quietly.

He said:

"Today is the day of Ruhan's death... She has been gone for seven years."