Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 7: Two hearts are separated

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"I'm afraid..." Someone clung to Meng Fuyao's arms recklessly.

The grandson Wuji suddenly looked back, raised his eyebrows, as if his fingers were moving, but somehow they didn't move.

"I'm afraid you are a hairy!" Meng Fuyao immediately slapped the guy out, inciting to the direction of the wolves, and wanted to make one more kick. Behind him, Master Yuan Bao suddenly jumped up, jumping on the scholar. Shoulder, amid the more violent screams of the guy, he sprinkled the wild onion and **** that Meng Fuyao had given it to the scholar.

I will give you a jump in the wolves holding wild onion and ginger, ready-made scallion patties!

I told you to be afraid of growing hair! Afraid of growing hair? !

The scallion patties fell out and fell in the middle of the wolves. When I looked up and saw the wolves waiting around, he snorted, screamed, "Ah!" Moved.

Meng Fuyao walked away a few steps, looked back a little uneasy, and saw the eyeballs—the pack of wolves was bewildered by the unusually unusual shape of the scallion patties, and they were ready to move but did not dare to move. Only a hungry wolf tentatively tried to lower his mouth at the high puckered ass, grabbed the man's dragging robe and shook his head, so he made a crisp "chuck", and the white flowers bloomed. The skylight...

"Wow...the mere buttocks..." The screams became more earth-shaking.

Meng Fuyao hurriedly turned around, reluctantly ordered Tiecheng: "Leave it to you, you will solve it!"

Tiecheng strode forward with a black face, drew his sword, slashed down, screaming and screaming wolf blood, the scholar hurriedly got up and ran behind him, watching Tiecheng's momentum to kill the wolf, and praised:" Good! Xiongtai's move is smashing Huashan neatly, ordinary moves, but the force is pointed by the famous, clean!"

"Is this a trick to watch the moon? Ah, it's not right, it has been changed, ah, ah, it's changed so well, everyone!"

"Okay! Can these two tricks be used together? What a domineering trick! Ah, Xiongtai's martial arts is amazing! Three different genres of master style! Only lack of skill, only lack of skill!"

Meng Fuyao stopped.

This guy has good eyes.

Tie has a basic foundation, but after being allowed to be her guard because of his loyalty, he was enlightened by the three people of Longsun Wuji and Beiye Zongyue. Longsun Wuji's martial arts walked through the clouds and water. Zongyue was vigorous and agile. , Now gathered in Tiecheng, Tiecheng himself is already a first-class master, and what he owes is really only skill. This scholar-like guy actually explained his martial arts source clearly within a few strokes, don’t Not to mention, this vision is already top-notch.

This guy doesn't seem to want to hide his martial arts ability in front of them.

Meng Fuyao did not look back. He sniffed the heavier and heavier wolf blood smell in the air. He greeted Tiecheng and said: "If you kill it, it will be done. There will be more and more hungry wolves. There is no need to work hard today. I can’t sleep here anymore. Let’s go down the mountain overnight."

Tiecheng took his order and took the knife, and the knife was covered with wolf blood. He took the scholar's torn robe and wiped it clean, and then returned it to him. The guy was taken aback and was ruined by wolf blood and mud. The piece of cloth was bitterly covered on the bottom.

Meng Fuyao didn't look at him, and walked straight down the mountain. The man covered his **** with one hand while chasing: "Oh, wait for me, don't let me take the order-I hire you as the guards, I pay the money, I pay A lot of money!"

Meng Fu shook his head and didn't turn back: "Not waiting!"

"I will send you the beautiful house Miki——as long as I can send me back to Tongcheng!"

"Not interested!"

"I, I are familiar with Xuanji's national conditions, but there are no people on the road and people's livelihood that I am not familiar with or not know!"

Meng Fuyao stood still, crossed his chest and looked back at him: "Oh? Then dare you to ask if you know who your queen Xuanji is?"

She originally asked this sentence to ask him to get rid of him. She didn't want the beautiful scholar to laugh, a little sly smile, and said: "Of course I know."

"Who?"

"It's very complicated, it's hard to explain in a word." He pretended to shake his head and sighed, "Wait to Tongcheng to tell you."

Meng Fuyao looked at him, and a sneer arc appeared at the corner of his mouth for a long while, and said: "Want to follow? Okay, that's what you said, your identity-guide, young man, guard, you have no way to go Find a way, if you haven’t eaten you go to alms, there is no place to live where you can clean up and sleep, return to Tongcheng, and reward me with a silver million, a Chinese house, ten beautiful girls, and that’s it."

Tiecheng twitched his mouth... the pig would only agree to such a shameless request.

"Okay." The pig agreed, Le Dian rushed over, huffed and huffed the wind on his butt, "Hey, as long as you take me with me, I am most afraid of being alone, but my father has to rush I come out to experience it alone. God knows how I am afraid of being alone. I am afraid of the dark, the wind, the rain, the thunder, and the few people on the road. I’m afraid there are too many people on the road. I’m most afraid of the hairy ones...ah!"

Master Yuan Bao appeared grimly at his feet...

"Help!" The guy jumped on the iron back, sticking to it and refused to come down, "Mao ah ah ah ah ah ah ah-"

Tiecheng pulled it down and yelled: "Weak chicken, don't stick to me!"

"It's really rude." The guy shook his head and sighed, "Please call the name Zhongyi, the bell of the bell and the drum, it's easy."

"Okay, Zhong Yi Zhong Xiaosi." Meng Fuyao stared at him overcast--must stay? OK, no matter who you are, if you dare to stay, you have to be careful of her King Meng. She has recently advanced menopause!

"We have no place to sleep tonight, so the next thing is yours. I ask for a place to lie down."

"..."

Half an hour later, in front of the ruined temple at the foot of the mountain, Zhong Yi, who was ordered to look for the top spot in advance, waited at the door with a smile, and said: "You can lie down!"

Meng Fuyao went in suspiciously, and when he entered the door, he saw a noisy fire. The ground was swept clean, with clean straw, and there was even a broken pot that I didn’t know where to find. It must be clean, the gurgling water is about to boil.

This Zhong Yi, looks sour, rotten, half crazy and half silly, but he does things beautifully and unambiguously. He is far from the iron who only likes fighting but is not good at meticulous work.

Meng Fuyao gave a satisfied "um" to see if Zhong Yi was sweating in the cold weather of this spring night. He raised his eyebrows and told Tie Chengdao: "There is not enough firewood. Go and find more. By the way Remember to feed the horse."

Tie Cheng agreed to go out, Zhong Yi moved over with a smile, found a cup from his bag and poured water for Meng Fu, handed it over with very diligent hands, and said: "You drink tea."

Meng Fuyao took it casually. She was used to being waited on. She didn't think much about it, and she didn't notice that the grandson Wuji over there turned her head and looked over. She just frowned and looked at him and said: "Please go to the baggage. Find a piece of iron-made clothes to wear. Does this look good?"

Zhong Yi obediently said "Oh", clutching his **** to look for clothes, Meng Fuyao held the water and drank slowly, and felt the taste was sweet, but after a closer look, he added honey, Meng Fuyao picked Eyebrow, smiled, suddenly a little dazed, thinking of some things in his previous life, and feeling that the kid was so diligent and shameful, but suddenly stopped laughing halfway through.

On the back, a gaze that sticks to the bottom of my heart feels uncomfortable, that gaze does not explore, is not difficult, does not ask or pursues, but looks so quietly, looking at her back, but Meng Fuyao turned his back and seemed to be able to think of that kind of eyes and expressions-there seemed to be nothing, but in fact everything was inside.

Meng Fuyao intentionally ignored it. She persisted for a while but felt even more uncomfortable. She lowered her eyebrows and looked at the clear water. The turbulent water waves reflected the figure of the man sitting still. He was extremely silent today, even adding this The troubled Zhong Yi never said a word, he would stop it 80% of the time before, but today's silence made her even more sad.

The astringent taste is sour, but I don't know what kind of sweetness in life can make up for.

Here, in the turbulent Wuzhou continent, every bit of sweetness in life is actually a luxury. Who knows what kind of variables will appear in the next corner?

They are the proud sons and daughters of the emperor, but they have never lived in the honey. They call a hundred responses but are enemies on all sides. In their life, they are cautious in their words and steps. Indulgence is disaster, and relaxation is extinction. Doing what you want means losing control of power. Occasionally, if I want to let my mood ride, I will accidentally bump into the hostile mountain wall and get my feet.

Meng Fuyao lowered his eyes, got up and poured out the sugar water, refilled the water in the stream outside the temple and boiled it on the fire, and Zhong Yile came over there, putting on a iron robe, a bit big, shaking a Sleeve went to pick up her kettle, and wanted to put honey, Meng Fuyao coldly said: "No need." Then he continued maliciously: "Who knows if yours is honey or poison."

Zhong Yi is not angry, he squinted his eyes and smiled like a cat, and said: "Isn't it stupid to play poison in front of you?"

"Pretending to be stupid in front of us is stupid." Meng Fuyao ignored him and added fire to himself. Zhong Yi sat down beside her, looked at her curiously, and said, "Are you wearing a mask?" Take it off and have a look? I think you must look a lot like my sister."

Meng Fu shook his head and looked at him with a smile: "I think you look a lot like my family's Asan."

"Who is San? Your brother?" Zhong Yi was very happy.

"My cat." Meng Fuyao stood up, picked up the water from the fire, found out the cup specially used by Changsun Wuji from the bag, poured a glass of water, and motioned Master Yuanbao to take it over.

Master Yuan Bao looked sadly at the cup that was as high as it, and felt that it was really a difficult task to complete, and was very ashamed. It was easy to have a chance to comfort the master, but he could not complete it due to the height and size limitation, and again sadly reminded him. Go to the corner and draw a circle.

Meng Fuyao didn't speak, but with his mouth closed, he placed the cup on the space between the two of them. After a while, he poked out a finger meditation and pushed the cup quietly in that direction. After a while , Push again, after a while, push again...

She doesn’t look at the cup or the grandson Wuji, she only looks at the fire in front, her eyes are dull and dull...

The cup is silent, slowly moving in the shadow of the firelight...

The distance of half a meter, the Long March of 100,000 miles...

When Meng Fuyao pushed for the sixth time, he suddenly touched a warm finger.

The finger was holding the cup, and it seemed that it was stretched out to take the cup, but it paused when it touched her finger, gave way subconsciously, and then stretched it out, together with her hand and the cup, holding it together .

Meng Fuyao's hand was lightly wrapped by him, against the warm cup body, like holding a warm fire, and the heat radiated into my heart in all directions.

She fell silent and sat cross-legged on the side of the fire without a word. Her eyes were clear and bright, like a pool of deep water. All the flow was in the depth of the water, silently gurgling.

Changsun Wuji did not speak either, just holding her without letting go. The temperature of the two of them was superimposed on the cup, and the water temperature seemed to slow down a lot. The temperature of the cup cooled down a little bit. The heart is full and moist.

Time is flowing like water at this moment.

Until Tiecheng entered the door with a cold spring night.

His figure is a little blurred by the moonlight outside the door opening, and there is a breath of grass and falling flowers on his body. It is obvious that he has just fed the horse, and the sound of the wind is coming from the big step, which brings the fire of the fire. One side, scrolling in the direction of Meng Fuyao and Changsun Wuji, both Meng Fuyao and Changsun Wuji let go. Meng Fuyao laughed and scolded: "You rough man, you can't walk well."

Tiecheng grinned and reached out to take out the dry food in his bag. Zhong Yi, who was sitting silently in the corner just now, suddenly rushed over and happily flung his sleeves and ran in front of Tiecheng, saying: "I wear this Does the robe look good?"

Tiecheng pushed him impatiently and said, "Whatever you wear is ugly!"

Meng Fuyao suddenly raised his head with the flames on his face.

Tiecheng didn't recognize that it was his robe?

Tiecheng? Tiecheng!

"Hoo", the purple shadow flashed and the flames blazed, and Sun Wuji had jumped up beside him.

He has always been calm as if his virginity is moving like a rabbit. Today's raid has brought the speed that manpower can reach to the top. Even Meng Fuyao's top eyesight failed to fully capture the trajectory of his flying. With a flash of fire, he was already in front of "Tiecheng", and a delicate jade Ruyi slipped out between his sleeves, and his finger touched Ruyi to the opponent's eyebrows!

At this time, Meng Fuyao also arrived. There was no black arc in the "killing the sky" and pulling the sword. It had already covered the opponent's Tianling like a dark tide. Meng Fuyao closed his eyes and did not look at the opponent's face exactly like Tiecheng. , So as not to be disturbed and relented, the shot is just a killer move that wants to split the opponent's heavenly spirit, even the brain is dug out!

She Meng Fuyao has let go of thousands, and will never let this person go!

Insulted her and insulted the dregs of Long Sun Wuji!

Ruyi's white light is like snow, and the black arc of "killing the sky" is like a tide. The white light and the black light are distinct and intertwined. They are tangled together like a top, turning into a huge two-color net, raging and drizzling silently. The hood is facing each other's whole body.

Meng Fuyao and Changsun Wuji joined forces, but their different martial arts styles are complementary to each other's strengths. Her fierceness was lost to the unstable aura, which happened to be covered by his meticulous and all-encompassing true power.

The man still smiled, still a soft voice, three points of surprise and seven points of pride.

Then he retreated.

It’s strange that he retreated. The silkworm chrysalis shed their skins. While retreating, he withdrew from the iron robe. The robe would even move when it flew out. "Lifting the sleeves" was a sleeve to meet the two attackers. As if it were a real human body, the man then withdrew from the fragmented purse, belt, wig, and forest all over the sky, flying wildly, he himself was only a figure in underwear, twisted strangely in those things, and was gone. .

All this only happened in an instant, the world’s top masters would not fight like ordinary masters with hundreds of tricks. When the wind stopped, the purple robes rose and fell, underground Only a mess of clothes remained.

Meng Fuyao hurriedly chased out, his gaze swept, the midnight fog was faint, the moonlight was hazy, and the wilderness was empty on all sides. Where is the figure just now?

She stared at the place where the man disappeared, her heart surged with anger, and with a "hey" cry, she split the door of the ruined temple with a palm.

Suddenly remembered Tiecheng, he hurriedly searched around, and found Tiecheng who only wears underwear by the stream. He was clicked on the acupuncture points and threw him casually by the stream. When he threw it, the opponent was probably very careless, and he planted face down. Entering into the mud by the stream, Meng Fuyao was suffocated to death when he found him, and Changsun Wuji himself saved his life by suffocating him.

Meng Fuyao became even more angry now, and said bitterly: "From today, no one should leave the other party's sight alone, so as not to be taken advantage of by the enemy..." She was suddenly shocked when she said this. Knowing that bastard's intentions, he was so pervasive who specialized in picking up her close and trusted people, deliberately to force them to guard against each other's mistrust and even eventually break up and part ways, to force her into a lonely family.

Thinking about this, she felt a chill in her heart. She was not afraid of hardships and strong enemies all her life, but she was most afraid of alienation and indifference and distrust. Such a sinister but incomparably powerful enemy watching the way forward would cause What kind of post-fruits are unimaginable.

She has a vague intuition that the other party's target is her. Since she has repeatedly attacked people around her in an attempt to isolate her, why does she bother others?

"Let's come and go separately." After a long while, Meng Fuyao said tiredly: "Tiecheng, you go back to Changhan or Yaocheng, Changsun Wuji, go wherever you like, as long as you don't stay with me."

"I just want to be with you." Changsun Wuji replied calmly, "With you, is where I want to go."

This is the first conversation between the two of them after that night on the water. They are very calm, but they disagree again. Meng Fuyao lowered his eyes, thinking that in the future, he would have to be on guard at all times, even the closest people have to step by step Suspicious, I suddenly felt discouraged, and said in a low voice: "So how many days and nights should I go through to guard against each other and monitor each other? That...it's terrible."

"Fuyao," Changsun Wuji said softly: "What he wants is that you lose your vigor and boldness, and slowly grind away your persistence, trust and confidence like a soft knife. He doesn't want to I want to kill you, but I want to ruin you. I don’t allow this, but you should not allow it."

Meng Fuyao gave a low "um", and felt that he slowly came over, and some carefully reached out to hold her shoulders-since that night, he no longer occupied her casually as before. It’s cheap. Now every time he comes into contact with her, he seems to be a little uneasy and hesitant. This subtle, unobtrusive hesitation makes Meng Fuyao’s heart suddenly sore, even after listening to him: "There is always a way, the real tacit understanding and Trust is never destroyed by a strange bystander."

Meng Fuyao listened to those words, and suddenly all his thoughts moved to the hands on his shoulders somehow. At that moment, the light and shadow in his mind flashed, and it turned out to be inside the narrow cabin that was fishy that night. The hand stroking her body, and the almost greedy Chiguo's gaze...The embarrassing and vivid gaze came up, vaguely disgusting, and her body couldn't help but give in a little.

It was just a hand that was so subtle that there was almost no movement. Changsun Wuji's hand immediately froze. Meng Fuyao felt the stiffness, and his heart ached, and he quickly tried to make up for it. However, it was too late. Slowly withdrew his hand, he received it very naturally and casually, as if he was afraid of her embarrassment, he didn't want to notice it for her, but how could Meng Fuyao not know? The movement of the hand slowly retracting, as if pulling a thread, was pulled on the tip of her heart, and even the internal organs were pulled with pain.

Perhaps, that thread is also tied to the heart of the grandson Wuji, making it more painful than her.

The two were silent for a while, so they had to help Tiecheng back to the temple to rest. Zhong Yi sat on the floor playing with his sleeves, watching them come in and looked up with a smile, Meng Fuyao looked at him, thinking about himself and his grandson just now. At the moment when Wuji was forced by the fire to lose his sight, he was the only one who ran out to block the fake Tiecheng, knowing whether it was intentional or unintentional. After all, he saved them, or he would give that guy close. Who knew it would what happened?

Ordinarily, in the current situation, the fewer people around, the better, so that the possibility of being exploited by others is less. However, for some reason, she is instinctively hostile to this Zhong Yi, seeing that he has a very pure Like it, like the feeling of facing the brother next door.

She tried hard to think about why she felt this way. After 19 years, she has been tempered into copper pea after experiencing wind, frost and blood. These mediocre past lives have long been wiped out. Exhausted, I was shocked to think of his previous life. This Zhong Yi looks a bit like the baby-faced Xiao Li in the previous place. Of course, Xiao Li is not as beautiful as him, but the smiley eyebrows have a similar kind of affection. .

In the memory, Xiao Li is a very kind person. When she was so busy and dim, her eyes were red, sleepless and sleepless, she would quietly pour her a glass of water and put some locust nectar that nourishes her lungs and heart. The water in her memory is sweet and comfortable. Just like the moment when I entered the temple, I suddenly drank the sweetness of the water in the cup that Zhong Yi had sent me.

Maybe it's because I miss everything in my previous life so much that I love the house and the black.

Meng Fuyao smiled, sat down on the grass, and Changsun Wuji looked at her, and then at Zhong Yi. Based on his understanding of Meng Fuyao, what she would do most at this time was to drive people away, but she It didn't happen, Changsun Wuji thought for a while, still silent.

Meng Fuyao squatted by the baggage to tidy up, threw out all the dry food, and said, "The **** has touched it, and I can't eat it." Sister Yuanbao smiled reluctantly, and said: "I'm sorry to make you hungry, Zhong Yi Go and see if any wild fruits are picked?"

Zhong Yi, who was far away from Master Yuanbao, said "Oh" and hurriedly jumped out the door. Master Yuanbao shrank in tears and looked at Meng Fuyao——Ahhhhhhhhh, you don’t want to be like this. Underground, poor my old heart has a shadow and it’s hard to dispel for a while——

Changsun Wuji suddenly took out two pieces of dough from his arms, carefully peeled off the skin, and roasted them softly over the fire. He handed one piece to Meng Fuyao, and said, "At any rate, I don't hate Yuanbao for sleeping." He broke the half of it to Master Yuan Bao, and left the half to Tie Cheng, who was still unconscious.

Meng Fuyao squeezed the pie, which she used to make the "Yuanbao Burger". Changsun Wuji saved the Yuanbao and didn’t throw it away. He has always had an exquisite quality of life but never wasted. The pie was held in his hand, hot , As if the temperature that belonged to him still remained, Meng Fuyao squeezed for a while, carefully torn into two halves of the same size, and said: "I eat the big half, you eat the small one."

Changsun Wuji looked at the cake, smiled and took it, and suddenly said: "Don't leave it to the one with the surname Zhong?"

Meng Fuyao ate the cake, looked at Zhong Yi’s burden, and said hesitantly: "That guy has something to eat himself? There was honey in the water just now."

Zhang Sun Wuji's eyes flashed, "Oh" he stopped talking, and after a while, Yi came in, holding a few black chicken paw-like wild fruits, and said: "This thing doesn't look good. It tastes sweet, you all taste it."

Meng Fuyao grabbed the guy and tried to tear his face. Zhong Yi smiled "Ouch", not as frightened but as itchy, laughing like a monkey jumping around, Meng Fuyao tore For a while, seeing that there was no discomfort, I let go angrily, and looked at this thin-skinned, tender-skinned fellow, he looked like he was indifferent, and his life ability was strong and meticulous. Yes, I couldn't help but push him away and said: "Stay away from us, and carefully treat you as a fake and kill you."

Zhong Yi refused to let go, smiled and grinned, and said; "My good sister, I can't fake it, I'm not afraid you touch it."

"Bah, do you think you are Jia Baoyu?" Meng Fuyao got goosebumps all over the floor when called by that good sister, and pushed the brown candy away. Just as he stretched out his hand, he suddenly saw his grandson Wuji bounce. Flicking his finger, Zhong Yi immediately said "Ouch", holding his head and suddenly looking back: "Who hit me? Who hit me?"

"I." Long Sun Wuji did not look back, his face was hidden in the shadow of the fire, but his tone was cold and cold, "Do you want to disturb others' rest without going to bed at midnight?"

Meng Fuyao looked at Changsun Wuji in amazement, isn't this guy always polite? Not to mention his smiling mask to this family prince, even the trafficker's pawn, she has never seen him speak so unceremoniously, is he angry? How angry is it?

"I'll make a bed for you." Zhong Yi was born with a good temper, and he forgot after touching his head. Turning around, he wanted to lay Meng Fuyao's grass shop more neatly. Just as he brushed his hand on the grass, an adult screamed. Come up, appear under his nose with arms akimbo...

"Mao————" With a scream, Zhong Yiguang bounced away, and Changsun Wuji smiled and stroked his favorite pet to show his appreciation...

Meng Fuyao was thinking about how to deal with the **** Xibei goods. Where did she notice the turbulent undercurrents, she sat down, closed her eyes and said, "I won’t sleep anymore. I’ll watch you night. Step up your practice."

She sighed silently, thinking that it is said that every five of the top ten is a huge gap, and above five, there is a bigger gap between each. Now it seems that it is really good, she has already been among the top Among the top powerhouses on the Wuzhou Continent, but still being manipulated in the palm of their hands, they have no power to fight back.

"Martial arts?" Zhong Yi smiled like a Xiaoqiang who couldn't be killed, and said mysteriously: "The whole world knows that Fufeng has the most magical things, but Xuanji and Fufeng are recent, and there are many good things. , But it's all in the hands of the imperial palace and the noble family. The martial arts prevail on the continents of our five continents, and many of them are helpful to the improvement of skill."

When he said this, Meng Fuyao suddenly remembered the snow white pill that Zong Yue had given him. The more that thing Zong said, he tried to use other drugs instead of the last one in the antipathy antidote. Some herbs have failed countless times before getting the pill, and then improved on the basis of success, so that even if the medicine is not very useful for lock-in love, it can help her improve her skill, but Zong Yue said that the medicine Domineering, you need to rest or a certain chance to merge. Now in this upset situation, is it to eat or not to eat?

She frowned and thought hard here, Changsun Wuji had already cast her inquiring gaze, Meng Fuyao briefly said a few words, Changsun Wuji said: "Give it to me."

He took the pill, and when he changed his hands, he took out half a relic-like thing. It was radiant and radiant, like a gray pearl. Chang Sun Wuji looked at the color of the thing carefully at the moonlight, and took a long breath. Said: "You can use this one."

Meng Fuyao recognized that this was Yue Po's remaining half of the essence of Qi training. At first, Zong Yue left half of it and said that when her skill was raised enough to bear it, she was later taken away by the grandson Wuji. Forgot, now that thing is handed over and held in his hand, but it is not exactly the same as the first half at the time, more rounded and crystal clear, and brilliance is restrained, Meng Fu shook his fingers gently, and the feeling of moisturizing like moonlight penetrated into his heart. For a long while, she said in a low voice: "This is what you cultivated for a long time with your true power?"

The grandson Wuji smiled and did not answer. Meng Fuyao thought for a long time, pushed back, and said: "I know that since you met me, martial arts have never benefited anymore. I didn't understand it at the beginning, but now I think it clearly. How many people can afford to give away their true anger for years and years? I know that I don’t want you to be like this anymore. This thing is no longer the one given to me by Yue Po, at least half of the essence is yours, you take it Go back."

The grandson Wou-ki just smiled, and suddenly changed the subject: "Do you know what I fear most?"

Meng Fuyao looked at him questioningly.

"I'm afraid you are in danger, I can't save it." The grandson Wuji struck the fire and said lightly: "You are too prone to trouble, and too independent. I am afraid that something will happen when you can't solve it and I I’m not around, so the best way is to make yourself enough to deal with it. It’s more important for you to be stronger than me."

As soon as he raised his hand, his sleeves raised and forced Meng Fuyao to breathe and suffocated. He couldn't help but open his mouth to breathe. For a moment, even when he saw a small pearl popping into his mouth, the opposite Changsun Wuji was afraid that she would spit it out. Reaching a hand between her throat, she couldn't swallow it herself.

Zhang Sun Wuji smiled, put down his sleeves, touched her hair, lay down to sleep and stopped talking, Meng Fuyao sighed, fumbled and sat down on the grass, the fire gradually ignited, and the air With the lively fragrance of the new peaches floating in the early spring, two figures lying and sitting in the darkness, but both quietly opened their eyes and stayed up all night.

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From the second day on, Zhong Yi really became a conscientious guide and servant. He diligently led the way to find the inn and even whether her chopsticks were hot or not, whether her horse was full or not, of course the rest of the people. He ignored everything. He smiled like a flower all day around Meng Fuyao. Meng Fuyao was still three-point guard against him, but he was not polite, but King Meng, who was soft but not hard, faced his warm face. Leng's **** has always been limited, and after Zhong Yi has been tried and tested, he will gradually joking with him.

Chang Sun Wuji has been very silent, especially when Meng Fuyao was chatting with Zhong Yi, he was even more silent recently. He is obviously also stepping up to restore his true energy recently. His martial arts is really strange. Sometimes he wakes up in the morning and sees his face is transparent. At night, it becomes a jade with texture. He and his pets don’t care about everything, except that Lord Yuanbao sits firmly between Meng Fuyao and Changsun Wuji every day for dinner, so that Zhong Yi, who wants to squeeze over to sit with Meng Fuyao every time, has no choice but to Go and sit opposite.

Meng Fuyao noticed that the road Zhong Yi took them was not barren mountains, nor avenues. His familiarity with roads has reached a heinous level. Sometimes there is only one way through a town. He could actually find a narrow road across the town from behind the haystacks in the backyard of a certain backyard in the town, and he knew that road, even few people in the town knew about it. There was no grass on all sides. Stepped over.

As for why this rich man looks so clear about a small road in a township, Meng Fuyao doesn’t ask at all. Zhong Yi’s origin is unknown and his friends and foes are undivided, but before revealing the answer, why is it necessary? No need to?

I arrived in Donglan Town, Guanyuan County this day, which was already the boundary of Xuanji Middle Road. When I arrived here, I was out of Feng Jingrui's sphere of influence, several days earlier than expected.

Donglan Town is a small town, because it is adjacent to a large inland county and has a population of about 2,000. It is considered a relatively prosperous town. The roads are level and flat. I don’t know who holds the wedding, and it floats from a distance. The fragrant food and the sound of suona gongs and drums.

The sky was gloomy, and it was almost dusk. Meng Fuyao was stationed at the entrance of the village, with his hands on his brows, looked at the sun, and said, "Hell weather, it will probably rain heavily."

"I mean walking up the mountain behind the town." Zhong Yi said: "I heard that the'purple cloak' of the great emperor was active nearby. Although we are not afraid of them, we don't have to collide with these dogs. It’s also troublesome all the way, but the mountain bag at the back of the town probably doesn’t have a good place to shelter from wind and rain. It’s very uncomfortable to sleep on the road in heavy rain."

Meng Fu shook her head and looked at Changsun Wuji. She knew that since she went ashore, Changsun Wuji had been in contact with the hidden guard. Once there was no place to shelter from the rain, they would have to avoid it. But it was Changsun Wuji who was always waiting outside. Yinwei, Changsun Wuji naturally understood what she meant, and said: "Safety comes first."

Meng Fuyao raised his eyebrows and said: "What is forcing me to hide in Tibet? Even sleeping outside in heavy rain? Don't do it!"

She pointed to a black tile and white walled house in the town with bright lights and colorful suona, and said: "It seems to be doing a happy event? No matter how arrogant the purple cloak is, it's not easy to run into the happy event for no reason? Let's disturb a glass of wine. Go!"

Meng Fu shook his whip, went ahead, dismounted in front of the door, and smiled and greeted the red robe old man: "Congratulations."

"TOEFL TOEFL——" The old man bowed down habitually, looked up and saw a few strange faces, startled, this town is so big, everyone inside and outside is familiar with them, and these are foreign guests. , The old man hurriedly bowed again, "I wonder if the guest is..."

"Passing by, come to your house and rejoice." Meng Fuyao looked back, and Tiecheng immediately handed over a bag of gold. Meng Fuyao gave him a blank look. Is this rammed goods trying to bring misfortune to others? Reached out and touched a gold leaf from the bag, smiled and offered it: "With a gift, Lao Zhang does not dislike it."

"Oh, I can't use it!" To Meng Fuyao's surprise, the old man saw the golden leaf and pushed him back as soon as he stretched out his hand. "The guests don't dislike the roughness of the countryside. It is already a great joy for the children to accept the bride. I'll accept your gift again, if you don't use it, you must never use it."

Meng Fu was stunned. He thought that a golden leaf would be the three-year living expenses of an ordinary farmer. This old man was unmoved. It's really rare. This time I was really happy and took back the golden leaf. Said: "So disturbing."

"Did the guests miss the hotel?" The old man said with concern: "If you have a drink in the evening, please rest here. Okay, there are still a few clean rooms."

Meng Fuyao thanked him again, and the old man asked a boy with big eyebrows and big eyes to take them in. Several people in Meng Fuyao walked through the red and green crowd in the courtyard. Their clothes were very strange and attracted everyone’s attention. While watching, the big girls glanced at the grandson Wuji and Zhong Yi, and burst into laughter of unknown meaning.

Meng Fuyao murmured: "Nantho!"

Zhong Yi smiled and leaned forward: "When do you smile at me like this--" Meng Fuyao raised his hand and patted it back.

Talk to the young man, knowing that this family's surname is Li, the local wealthy and wealthy family, the home of poetry and literature, and his ancestors served as officials. Because of dissatisfaction with the chaos of the government, he returned to the village and bought a few acres of land. It has been steadily managed from generation to generation, but now the family business is prospering, but the heirs are thinner. Today, the only son is married to the bride, and the neighbors and villages are invited to have a wedding wine. Regardless of gifts, a handful of noodles wrapped in red paper are welcome. Purely for a lively joy.

The young man took a few people through the Sanjin yard and went straight into the main hall. There were only three seats in the main hall. There was a man with fat head and big ears. The boy said he was the grandfather of the local county, and on both sides were the head of the township chief. The characters accompany each other, and when they speak, they invite a few people to the table to sit with the county grandfather.

Meng Fuyao took the grandson Wuji to the seat very calmly-she is used to sitting in the seat, and under normal circumstances, people want her to sit there depending on whether she is tall or not.

When she sat there, there was a buzzing voice from all sides—a few of the dusty travelers, except for their better looks, from head to toe, they didn’t notice much, but the Li family invited him to the main table! Please come to the main table. It’s just that the Li family’s family style is good, polite, and anyone who knows how to wince should refuse. This person is good, and he took a seat!

Meng Fuyao did not see those buzzing, drinking a large bowl of wine and eating a large amount of vegetables, and changing the cup with Zhong Yi, Changsun Wuji did not drink, his face was a little tired, Meng Fuyao looked at him worriedly, a little worried Is he over-practising?

After drinking for three rounds, the bride came out to toast, with a slender posture, Liu Fufeng, Meng Fuyao smiled and looked at her eyes full of admiration. She admired another woman from the perspective of a woman, and she didn’t want to see her as unpleasant. Suddenly, the people are getting more and more displeased-this kid, frivolous!

The county grandfather was self-conscious, and he glanced at the length of the house with his head held up. The master knows, got up and poured a glass of wine over, handed it to Meng Fuyao's hand, and said: "The distinguished guest has a drink."

Meng Fuyao stretched out his hand to pick it up, but the man suddenly tilted his hand, and a glass of wine was about to splash on Meng Fuyao's face!

The liquor poured out, and the eyes of the people all over the table jumped together!

Meng Fuyao sneered.

She only gently tapped the chopsticks.

The wine about to be poured freezes suddenly.

Everyone’s eyes were as wide as bull’s eyes, and in their horrified eyes, they saw that the wine suddenly condensed at the moment it was spilled, condensed into translucent frost, and made a creaking sound like freezing. Fuyao's chopsticks are just a piece of ordinary bamboo and wood in his hand. When handed out, they become a pair of ice chopsticks wrapped in frost. The ice chopsticks are placed on the liquor, and a layer of hoarfrost spreads quickly.

The hoarfrost spread more and more, stretched out the wine glass and gradually climbed up to the froze hand inside, and his hands suddenly became "ice hands" in full view.

Lizheng had been stunned for a long time. With a scream of "Ah", Meng Fuyao tapped his chopsticks and asked with a smile, "Do you like my trick?"

"Monster! Monster!" The table full of people jumped away in horror, screaming and knocking the chairs up and down. Only the county grandfather barely maintained the demeanor of a county parent and stood up shaking. , Fat Ru Carrot’s fingers pointed at Meng Fuyao and trembled: "You, you, you...Where are you a demon! How dare you make trouble in public here!"

"Well me," Meng Fuyao smiled and drank a glass of wine, stepped on the stool with one foot, and grabbed the "parent official" with a smile: "The area comes from the void, and he has cultivated in the misty peak since childhood. I joined the world at the age of tribulation, drank royal wine, practiced flying immortal swords, sat on the great throne, and killed the emperor’s heads. So far, he specialized in cultivating'Human Head Gu'. So far, he has cut down 999,999 heads. The download page has reached Ninety-nine percent, now it’s only one head to download the merits and soaring smoothly...Which one is willing to become the whole district?"

"Gudong!"

The county grandfather rolled his eyes and fell down after listening to this section of Niucha Jingle's self-introduction.

"Wow--"

The whole hall ran out of guests in an instant.

Meng Fuyao laughed, raised his hand and threw the bag of gold into the hands of Lao Li, who had hurried to hear the movement, and apologized: "You really don't want to make trouble, but you are born to be troublesome... …Lao Li, this gold will buy you four rooms. Anyway, we will stay overnight."

Lao Li is an expert. Turning his eyes, he looked at Lizheng who was still holding the pouring posture. He immediately understood and said quickly: "It's okay, it's okay." He personally took Meng Fuyao and a few people. Resting in the backyard, when Meng Fuyao entered the room, he saw a lightning bolt in the sky, which slashed down. The thick clouds in the sky rushed and hit, and immediately hit countless huge raindrops. In an instant, the rain hung upside down into curtains and splashed down. .

Meng Fuyao smiled and said: "It's so heavy rain." The grandson Wuji, who was in the opposite room with his throat, said: "Take a good rest, I see you look bad."

The grandson Wuji nodded, Meng Fuyao went back to the room and fell asleep, somehow uneasy, always felt that this festive house on the rainy night, everything is not as peaceful and peaceful as it looks, as if something is about to happen She fell asleep in her clothes, but she couldn’t sleep well. She sat up and fell asleep several times. Suddenly, she heard a loud noise from the window. When she got up, she saw that there was a strong wind. The window was hit against the wall. The windows broke apart.

A heavy rain poured in from the window, sprinkling people's heads and faces, Meng Fuyao hurriedly got up to close the window. When the window was closed, there was a flash of lightning, and a snow knife fell like a snow knife to illuminate the entire courtyard. Meng Fuyao In the bright white light, suddenly saw the opposite window being knocked open by the wind. The grandson Wuji, who was meditating on the bed in the window, suddenly leaned back.

That scene suddenly appeared and disappeared in the lightning, and everything was sinking into the darkness and rain in a blink of an eye, but Meng Fuyao was already shocked, and he jumped out of the window as soon as he jumped.

She rushed into the rain, and another bolt of lightning ran from the sky, illuminating her figure.

She rushed into the house of the grandson Wuji. There was already water accumulated in the room. As soon as she slammed into it, a white light came out. Meng Fu screamed: "Mouse, it's me! What's the matter!" /

In the dark, Master Yuan Bao screamed, and his voice was anxious, somehow Meng Fuyao could hear a bit of crying.

She rushed forward and stepped onto the bed with one step. As soon as her finger touched Sun Wuji, there was a bang in her heart. His skin was cold and his wrist pulse didn't seem to be beating!

Meng Fuyao’s fright was a black eye, and he quickly slapped himself. He felt a little sober in the hot pain. After he settled down and took his pulse carefully, he realized that Changsun Wuji seemed to be too eager to practice. He has a tendency to become demonized, but his strength is extraordinary. At the moment when he is about to become demonized, his body functions are forced to stop at the moment when he is about to become demonized, so that his body and internal strength are prevented from being harmed by the demonized force, and he is also forced into depth. In a coma.

When Meng Fuyao's true power was explored in his body, he knew why he was in a state of derangement. Changsun Wuji used true qi to consolidate her for a long time, and his true power and cultivation stagnated. When he tried to practice again In the practice, he could not bear his seemingly fluent but very domineering skill for a while, and he refused to give up because of the reason the two of them hated deeply, so it was so bad.

At this point, could it not be caused by her?

Meng Fuyao bit his lip, stretched out his hand to support him, put one hand on his heart, and said: "Mouse, you wake up Tiecheng, come to protect the law for us, we can't be disturbed now."

Master Yuan Bao seemed to be very anxious, jumping up and down, and squeaking endlessly. Meng Fuyao focused on Sun Wuji's safety, no matter where he could take care of it, he closed the window with a wave of his hand, *sit down, and shielded the room from the wind, rain and lightning.

At the same time.

A rush of galloping horses suddenly rushed, banging heavily on the rain-soaked town streets, the galloping horses hoof splashed surging water splashes, and the water splashed on the deep purple cloak, which looked like in the rain It was as dark as the night, wind and rain, lightning and murderous, knocking open the door of Li's house with red lanterns.

Slightly.

"Ah--"

A scream broke through the rainy night, but it was only half sound, and then stopped abruptly as if split by lightning.

The rain was rushing down, and from the steps and under the eaves of the corridor, there were large streams of streams all over the ground, converging into ditches.

Red, ditch.