Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 1: Just like first seeing

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"Yuanbao, what do you plan to do when you find the King Kong? Kill it? Hot it? Pull the hair and wait for it?"

Meng Fuyao is leaning against a tree, teasing Master Yuan Bao on his lap with a piece of grass. Master Yuan Bao is stretching into the wind with the classic Titanic flying posture, almost fascinated by the coldness in the air. Awe-inspiring, dreamily thinking: Ah... this is the wind from home... It's getting closer and closer to home... I am eagerly thinking of its special products in the sky, and I hear Meng Fuyao's horrible question Then, he turned his head and glared at Meng Fuyao very dissatisfied.

Meng Fuyao also looked at it very dissatisfied--you had the virtue of being coquettish and betraying you when I beg me to bring you out. Now that it came out, it was immediately pulled into two to five to eighty thousand. It is true that the owner must have his favor!

She was a little depressed. She raised her head and looked at the surrounding scenery. The vast green fields on all sides, without seeing the edge, are covered with recluse grass, stip grass, and feather grass, dotted with dots of wild chrysanthemums and bright red fruits. Dwarf shrubs, the sky is blue and high, the scenery is wide, the mountains and snow lines are faint, and the silent crouching beyond the horizon, the wind rushes from the top of the mountain, whirls and washes on the huge grassland, the roaring sentence is short and powerful. The weather is vast, wild and natural.

This is the border of Fufeng. It is the sphere of influence of Faqiang among the three major tribes of Fufeng bordering Dawan. It is also the hometown of Yalanzhu. She passes through the border of Xuanji in Cangxian County, which is a grassland that extends all the way. In the territory of Fufeng, the terrain of Fufeng is complex, complete with grasslands, plateaus, plains, inland seas, and mountains. The winter is cold and snowless, and the summer is hot and rainy; the spring is windy and sandy, and the autumn is dry. The climate is worse as you go north, but at least now, Still quite comfortable.

Meng Fuyao stretched out and lay down with the grass roots in his mouth. I heard that Fufeng's land is so sparsely populated that it is really good. She has been walking for a day. On the first day, apart from her own guards and a lot of birds, she has no personal shadows. Saw, today I saw a nomadic tribe not far downstream of a river.

The guards were setting up tents, and the white tents spread out like pearls on the grassland. She came to help the wind this time. She did not bring three thousand guards like she did when she went to Xuanji. Only three hundred elite guards were selected. Except for Ji Yu staying and leading her specially selected Dahan King Army to guard the Dawan Palace, Tiecheng and Yao Xun followed her. She has ordered someone to return to Dahan to inform Yao Xun that she stayed here today just to wait. Yao Xun caught up.

As for whether Zhuzhu will follow her, it's up to her. Soaking up the horse and going home are both important, and she decides herself.

Meng Fu swayed Erlang’s legs and thought about it for a moment. The Empress was not interested in doing it. At the beginning, it was just a stopgap measure. For revenge, Dawan will give it to anyone in the future. Anyway, they will not. Treating her country badly, her goal in life, has never been the only one, go home.

She is going home.

Go to Fufeng, not only because there are so many exotic treasures, that can help her rush to the ninth level of "Bro Jiuxiao", more importantly, to go to the sky, you must go through Fufeng. In other words, she has officially started to go home. Lulu, if nothing else, Da Wan, she would never go back.

In the inner sanctuary of her bedroom, she gave Ji Yu a letter, asking him to open it in three years. After three years, if she has not returned, it means that her dream has finally come true. The dark Wuzhou Continent finally paid goodbye completely.

Thinking about this, I was a little excited, but the excitement was only a moment, and she was depressed by sorrow——Leaving, leaving forever, her Meng Fuyao completely disappeared from this world, equivalent to death, but she is not the wind The wind can pass Wuhen, she has left too many memories in this world. She ran to meet her mother in the direction of her mother, but ran away from her relatives and friends against the time of this life... And those people, they are all in her nineteenth century. The vivid existence in the years is the same nostalgia that cannot be parted in this life. How deep is the memory of her mother, and how deep is their imprint in her life.

And she, as she followed all the way, from the beginning, this heart is like iron, and gradually turned to the embarrassment and pain at this moment, is she going to live in a dilemma and miss forever, and miss her mother in this life? , Go back to the last life, and miss the family in this life again?

Yes, relatives, they are also relatives, accompany her to help her care for the warmest hands and people who have given her the darkest moments of her life and hope for sparks.

They.

The unforgettable people who met along the way in the nineteen years.

Zhan Beiye, Yalanzhu, Zongyue, Yunhen, Tiecheng, Yao Xun, Ji Yu, Xiaoqi, Master Yuanbao, and Master Yuanbao... Changsun Wuji.

Thinking of that name, I felt a pain in my heart. Meng Fuyao bit his lip, suppressed the ups and downs of this moment, and sighed slowly-I have been so resolutely persisting for many years, never wavering back. The faith of home, but when she really started to go home, when the parting will finally come in the plan, it will still hurt, it will still hurt...

She turned over with a whirr, buried her head in the mud, and pressed her heart so hard that she wouldn't hurt herself.

Master Yuan Bao was overwhelmed before taking a deep breath, struggling to crawl out from under her, and staring resentfully at this woman who had started to be strange since she entered the Fufeng Realm. This woman would be more unreasonable, if not The master asked, it was too lazy to rely on her.

Why isn't the master coming? Master Yuan Bao put his paws on his head and splayed it aimlessly-saying that something had to be dealt with slowly, and there was no shadow in sight for a day.

Speaking of the master, it’s really pitiful. He originally planned to return to the country, but now it seems that he can’t get rid of it. Fortunately, the master’s father has recently been fighting for his spirit and didn’t expect him to supervise the country and let him be a idle prince, otherwise... Humph.

Master Yuan Bao sighed in surprise, feeling that he didn't know how to cherish the treasures in front of him, but prying the world's smelliest and hardest thatch stone is really the stupidest thing ever done by Tianzong's wise prince Wuji.

Meng Fuyao was upset when he sighed. He turned over and grabbed a ball of cloth to plug his ears. He slid his hand to see the thing clearly. It was a lotus cloth that was found under Xu Wan’s bed. But because I was upset, I didn't look at it. When I came out, I fell into the baggage. Now I just want to see what happened.

Unfolding the old cloth, some dim handwriting written by bald pen and rotten ink comes into view.

"My nameless son."

It was Xu Wan's suicide note to her. Meng Fuyao shook his hands.

"Recently, my mother always feels uneasy, and it seems that something ominous is about to happen. After thinking about it, I leave a word for you, but I hope you will grow up safely and you will see it eventually."

Meng Fu shook his lips, gently stroked the book that had been a bit long due to the passage of time, and read the many warnings written by Xu Wan about her future life.

"...My son, you should be humble and defensive, and if you marry a husband and son-in-law when you grow up, remember to respect our aunt, be filial to the family, be compassionate to others, obey the woman's way, and teach each other ……"

All the virtues of an ancient traditional woman flowed out from the writings of a frightened mother. She wrote to her young daughter with hopes, hoping that she could meet the beauty of all secular ethics, so that she could be better in this five continent continent where men and women eat the weak and the weak. Survive well.

Meng Fuyao's eyes are reddish, thinking of the last letter that Xu Wanshen wrote to herself in the dim light and shadow many, many years ago, when there was a lamp in front of the hut, she was full of fear for the unknown future, more What is worrying about the young daughter's life. Such worries have turned into thick and light ink, and turned into a **** suicide note that she only unfolded 14 years later, to read the affectionate affection of this generation of mothers.

At this time, she has turned into a bone under the heavy palace wall, sleeping for years.

Sorry.

I didn't grow up to be what you wanted, but I did what I was supposed to do.

I killed the wicked woman who tortured you and her informant daughter.

I destroyed the ugly royal family Xuanji, together with its ancestral temple and country name, all uprooted.

I trampled on my birth but did not raise it, and I abandoned the best hope of the man you had ignored in the miserable life of your life, and tore away the Feng Jia Zongzhen, the most valued imperial power inheritance in his ugly life, before his eyes. Let him see with his own eyes that he was clever but was mistaken by cleverness, and he fell into a sinner for all ages, and had no face to see his ancestors after death.

I gave them the heaviest punishment for them.

I gave you the greatest compensation I could do. Your name became my country name, and my dynasty hall had only your **** status. You are the founding empress of Dawan, titled Yongci.

Do you... have any wishes left?

"...My nameless son, if one day you can meet a man from Qingze County with a scar on his forehead, he will mention me to you, you remember to say it as a mother, Xu Wan never really blamed it. He..."

Twenty-two years ago, an unmarried couple from Qingze County, a small remote town in Xuanji, fled away from home and came to the prosperous capital at the feet of the emperor. They wanted to be cast but their relatives had already moved away. They were exhausted and had nowhere to go. They both committed suicide in Hongxi River, Tongcheng, but were rescued by a small official. From then on, they showed them a way of life-that year, the royal selection of maids, and the selection of unmarried women under the age of 16 into the palace at the National Official House, some The officials did not want their daughters to go in to wait for others, so they looked around for poor women to replace them. The little official let the unmarried couple choose whether the man entered the palace to be an **** to support the woman, or the woman entered the palace to be a palace maid for her daughter, and he would compensate the man. For a sum of money, waiting for the woman to be released from the palace after eight years to become a husband and wife. After a painful one-night decision, the two finally chose the woman to be the palace maid. After waiting for the reunion after eight years, the two bid farewell in tears by the Hongxi River. The generations walked into the deep palace, walked into the unavoidable tragedy in her life, he was waiting foolishly in the capital with the money, and tried his best to inquire about her condition, waiting for the end of that long eight years.

However, this difference is forever.

Many years later, Xu Wan knew that there would be no reunion in her heart, and she also knew that she who would never go back would definitely be the eternal pain in the heart of her fiance, a kind woman, hope this way will give him A comfort.

But it was too late.

That forgiveness will never be delivered again.

Meng Fuyao closed his eyes and thought of the man in the prison in Guanyuan County. He was so sloppy and dirty, and he could no longer see the scar on his forehead. However, destiny still arranged for her to meet him and arranged her to be in front of him accidentally. In this way, he took off his mask. Maybe it was Xu Wan’s arrangement. In this way, he waited a long time for a final conclusion, and also used the encounter in Guan Yuan’s prison to become the one who has been evading. She really intends to face The beginning of the truth of life experience.

As for how that person knew that Xu Wan was buried under the wall of Yanling Palace, how she had flown from Tongcheng to Guanyuan, and spent many years in the prison, there was no way to find the answer to the mystery, with his body He disappeared and dissipated in the world. More than 20 years ago, he sent his fiancée to the palace and sought a chance for his own survival. More than 20 years later, she had already died miserably, and he met her daughter and gave this life back. Went back.

God’s will, that's all.

Meng Fu sighed and carefully put away the cloth bag. The unmarried couple are now reunited in the sky? But hope not to meet the royal family in the next life.

The sky is gradually darkening, a bonfire is lit on the grassland, a bright moon rises from the tip of the grass, clear and brilliant, and the golden moonlight runs all the way from the tip of the dark green grass, and the color is gorgeous. , Like a sea of ​​golden light.

Meng Fuyao got up and wanted to eat, but suddenly his eyes froze.

Ahead, in the round and big moonlight, someone is doing a flying sword dance.

The man’s clothes are generous, and his actions are graceful. The original long wind suits his clothes and hunts and dances, in a light gold moonlight, and the long grass is looming as if in nine days, his gestures are chic and smart; the long sword is cut and cut Moon; Obviously just a distant shadow, but between the ups and downs, swiftness and grace coexist, vigor and grace coexist, giving birth to the dissipating demeanor of a man under the woods, and the posture of a godlike spirit.

The scenery is vast and boundless, the bright moon is smoked in the wild, and the shadow of the light black sword dance is plated with the moonlight of jade white, which is vivid and picturesque, and the man with a sword in his hand does not thank Merry.

Such a scene, it seems familiar...

Meng Fuyao sat foolishly, watching the man tiptoe through the time tunnel, pulling back the scene he had met for the first time more than two years ago, somehow his eyes suddenly turned red.

First sight, first sight, two years ago, when she was betrayed and tortured in the cave of Hou Xuanyuan, at that time he was dancing his sword on the lone cliff opposite the cave.

At that time, she was surprised at the sight, and she didn't know that the shadow filled her life ever since.

Now his sword is more graceful and unrestrained, but her mood is complicated and difficult to understand, and she is no longer as clear and calm as before.

The eye circles are so red, the vision is slightly blurred, but the sword dancer in the moon is suddenly missing.

The fire in front of him suddenly jumped, the orange flames became brighter, and some branches fell on top of his head to make the fire more vigorous. Meng Fuyao did not raise his head, pursing his lips while watching the falling branches. .

Suddenly, the lavender placket was hanging down in front of her eyes, embroidered with dark patterns of silver thread, endlessly before her eyes, the shimmering stream flickered, like a turbulent river flowing through a dry river bed.

There is a long swaying sound of branches above his head. It can be imagined that someone is meticulously repeating the script. He must be lying at the end of the thin and brittle treetop, light like a cloud, and idle like a wind. He must also be very accurate in throwing branches. Every time he throws one, he throws it accurately into the fire and falls under the branch that was thrown in first. As the number of branches increases, an arched pyre is gradually formed, making it The fire burned more vigorously.

Meng Fuyao stayed still--I know, I just ignore it, I see what you play with.

The man above his head chuckled, Meng Fuyao silently counted: one, two, three...

There is no third sound.

Someone modified the bridge in advance, and a low, calm tone floated from the top of the treetops.

"Girl, the night is cold and dew, I am very cold."

The lines are receded so smoothly... Meng Fuyao bit his lip to laugh, and stopped halfway through his laughter desperately, doing a solemn deafness-pretend, I ask you to pretend, how long can you pretend to?

The skirt in front of me has been lowered a bit, and Changsun Wuji seems to have adjusted the height of the branches so that he can land smoothly to the side of some uncooperative person, still in the posture of the tall tree lying idle and resting his cheeks on her. Floating, floating, floating.

Meng Fuyao twisted his body, doing dharma face Zen, watching his nose and nose, not speaking.

"Girl, are you cold?"

Meng Fuyao unbuttoned the top button to indicate that she is very hot now--it's strange if it's not hot in June.

Resolutely don't give him a chance to say the following sentence "Then take it off".

But there is a bright red fruit bone Lulu rolled out, the color is warm and the aroma is cool, "Kirin red".

Meng Fuyao stared at the flaming red fruit, holding his chest with both hands and his nostrils facing the sky-Your Majesty, I am no longer the same day as Wu Xia Amon, and I will never have my eyelids so shallow that I have to pick a rotten fruit. , Go go go go go go...

"Call—"

The white light flashed, as fast as thunder, a small group of wind slammed around, a leaping in the air, a cheating posture of pulling the wind, fiercely kicked Meng Fuyao's nose.

Meng Fuyao opened his eyes with a cry of "Ouch," and saw Master Yuan Bao kicking her face with a paw and splitting a horse to make a flying look, except that he did not hold the unicorn fruit in his paws, and he kicked his legs. Exactly the same.

"Dead mouse!"

Meng Fuyao was furious, so he jumped up and caught the escaped Yuanbao Master: "You don't have to fight for three days! Follow that boring one to join in the fun..."

She crashed into someone's long-awaited chest.

Obviously, Changsun Wuji was still on the branch diagonally opposite to her just now, and somehow he suddenly manipulated the branch to the opposite side of her, grabbed her straight with a hand, pressed it in his arms, and then suddenly let go Branches.

With a "swish", the pliable branches that had been pressed down immediately bounced the two to the top of the tree.

Meng Fuyao only felt the leaves above his head clashed, and a few soft leaves flicked across his face. The eyes were suddenly bright, and a wider moonlight poured into his eyes.

Under the moonlight, a gleaming river winds like a man with a manly twist in the painter's pen, opening boundlessly in the deep blue of a color, cutting the grassland into two pieces, one near Some, light green, a bit farther, plated with moonlight gold, is a kind of dark green with richer layers.

The moonlight is full, bright and shining through the ages, just like the wind on the grassland, and it will never tire of singing and singing.

Meng Fuyao was attracted by such expansive scenery. He didn't expect to see the scene under the tree and the scene at the top of the tree. There are really two feelings. After a while, he realized that he had been robbed again, and said grimly:" Longsun Wuji, you do all the silly things that burn, kill, take, and pillage."

"Who can solve my lovesickness? Who can worry about me?" Changsun Wuji embraced her without any concession, "I have been waiting for you to finish it for a long time, and it will take a long time for you to figure it out. Today, I can't bear it. "

Meng Fuyao couldn't help but smile, and said: "I used to think that fighting Beiye was justified and confident, but now I discovered that the real domineering person is you."

"We shouldn't waste time mentioning outsiders on such a pleasant night." Long Sun Wuji said indifferently, "After a long time, it is so easy to take the precious moment you are in my arms, and I don't want to bring it. Discuss with you the question of who is more reasonable."

"Furthermore," he glanced at Meng Fuyao, his eyes gleaming deep under the moonlight, "You are an inactive temperament, I regret myself, shrink to the side and hurt myself, you are 80% happy From now on, I will save worry and trouble, and I will not turn my head to comfort me because I feel sorry for myself, so the distance is getting farther and farther, until the end of the world is as you wish... I can see you through it. If the mountain does not come, I will come. Just the mountain."

"You talk a lot today." Meng Fuyao said leisurely, "In fact, it is better to have a little distance between people. Really, Grandson Wuji, you should also know my thoughts today, the past. I never remember it, ignoring you just for your own good."

"How to treat me better, only I know." Changsun Wuji smiled and said, "Shuyao, there is no need to argue about this issue anymore. You have your stubbornness, and I have mine."

Meng Fuyao turned the subject in silence for a while, "The scenery here is very good, high and open, and comfortable."

"Will you sleep here tonight?" Changsun Wuji embraced her, "I promise not to let you fall."

Meng Fuyao ignored him and continued: "I read a poem before and memorized it to you—you stand on the bridge and watch the scenery, and the people watching the scenery look at you upstairs. The bright moon decorates your windows. You decorated other people’s dreams."

Chang Sun Wuji listened quietly, and said: "It's beautiful, but it's not the parallel style of the Wuzhou Continent."

Meng Fuyao still ignored his interruption: "Today we are looking at the heaven and the earth from this tree, so who is looking at us?"

She said: "We walked this way, rushing from left to right on the Wuzhou Continent. Some things like to avoid but can't be avoided. No matter how we detour, we will inevitably hit the wall back. Who is controlling it?"

The Changsun Wuji was silent.

"That was God's will." Meng Fuyao said, "God's will look at us, look at me, and God's will arranges me to walk step by step to the present. If I met at the beginning of Taiyuan, I still have a vague idea about the future. Today, I have completely determined my direction. I believe that God’s will arrange me to go to the present in order to finally fulfill my dream."

"I am a passer-by," Meng Fu shook his head and looked at the long sun Wuji with dim eyes under the starlight of the grassland. "I am a passer-by. No matter what traces are left, it is transparent. You see, even my life experience. The things that should be missed are all clean now."

"What you should miss most is not your life experience." Long Sun Wuji said a long time later, "I want to be with you forever."

"Forever..." Meng Fuyao sighed, his eyes slowly moved into the depths of Geng Geng Xinghe, and stopped talking.

What is forever? Her life is always a breakpoint, and the perfect life will break this life. There is no two things.

"Fuyao..." Changsun Wuji's lips leaned up, leaning against her cheeks, and the hot breath of fragrant fragrant blowing on her cheeks, "Look at me...Look at me...Your eyes are always cast Too far... why can't you look at the person beside you..."

Meng Fuyao closed his eyes.

I can’t help but dare to look and don’t want to look at it. Every time I look at it, there’s more thoughts, and every more thoughts is a staggering step. His eyes are long lines, and she doesn’t want to be tied to her ankles like that.

The wind in the early summer was warm and moist, but the lips were softer than the wind. She kissed from her ears and slowly moved to her neck, where she passed was a patch of spring grass. With a thin itching, Meng Fu shook his head and raised his palm to gently block him.

The eldest grandson Wuji did not move. He didn't back away or continue. He just stopped in her palm and kissed her gently.

When the low voice came from the palm of the palm, it sounded a little distorted.

"Shuyao...know why I want to repeat the scene of my first encounter?" His breath was sprayed on his palm, but his heart was hot. "I want you to know how vicissitudes of life are, some memories And persistence will never change, ten years...20 years...a lifetime...it will always be the first day."

Meng Fuyao kept silent, looked straight ahead, his eyes brightened, getting brighter and brighter, showing a drop of rolling moonlight.

"I made such a mistake...I promised to take you away, but I was delayed because I was afraid that you would be discovered by my teacher. When I hurried back, everything was too late," Changsun Wuji said softly in her ear "From that day on, I swear to myself, I will never face'too late' again, I will fight for everything I think I should fight for, I will not let regret occupy the rest of my life, the previous ten years Regret, it is too long and too long."

Meng Fuyao was silent, thinking that he wanted to save all the "lack of time" in his life. How easy is it to say?

"Fuyao, promise me." Changsun Wuji wrapped her hands with her hands, rubbed her hands lightly, and suddenly said, "Don't go to the sky alone, don't."

Meng Fuyao immediately looked back and looked at him.

"If you can, I really hope you don't go...never go." Changsun Wuji looked towards the far north and sighed, "If you must go, remember not to leave me alone."

"I have heard that the great magical powers of the Evergreen Temple open the temple once every ten years to fulfill the request of people who come from afar to enter the temple. I also heard that in the last ten years, the temple received a woman , I promised her a request, do you know who she is?"

Changsun Wuji shook his head, "That's the secret that only the palace masters of the past dynasties know."

Meng Fuyao looked at him with bright eyes, and stopped talking, she went to the sky, how could she be with him? Although he has been helping her all the time, who can guarantee that he will not stop him at the last moment because he is nostalgic for her?

However, Changsun Wuji’s eyes were sharp. He has always been calm and calm. She has never seen him look so worried and worried. He is holding his palm warm, but his fingertips are so long. Waiting and getting colder.

Trust him, believe him...

After a long while, she finally nodded cautiously: "Okay."

Okay.

I give you the greatest trust in this life.

Changsun Wuji's expression loosened, and his eyes lit up for a moment. Cang Hai Yuesheng, he smiled, embraced Meng Fuyao, and lay down comfortably on the branch.

Two people lie side by side on the top of the tree to watch the moon. The tree is not big, but for the two people who are already top martial arts in the world, they can also fall asleep on the water, lying on the rustling leaves, in early summer In the moist wind, I sniffed the unique fragrance of people around me, watching the moonlight float and shuttle among the clouds, at this moment, the blue sky is cool, reflecting the sky like water.

At this moment, the long sky and the moon are full of fairy mountains and the dream is short, and the road ahead is long. Who came from the depths of the dream, flying into the white mist, driving Qingluan?

For a long time, a whispering voice came from the top of the tree.

"It's so beautiful... I don't know how long I can watch."

"I know."

"Huh?"

"Lifetime."

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Meng Fuyao was awakened by the strange howling in the middle of the night.

The sound came from a very distant place. It was not very loud at first, but it was very penetrating. It almost immediately passed across the vast grassland into the ears of the two people on the top of the sleeping tree. Fuyao suddenly sat up, and saw that a black wind or straight smoke was suddenly swept up somewhere, and accompanied by the rapid vibrating of horses' hoofs, it rushed towards the nomadic tribe that seemed to be no small in the lower reaches of the river.

Competing for pastures has been the practice of nomads for thousands of years. A pasture with fertile water and grass is the source of the survival of the people. Meng Fuyao sat at the top of the tree, listening to the screams and screams from the wind in the distance. Zhisheng frowned and said: "Don't care? These are the people of Yalanzhu."

"Aranzhu can't care about this." Changsun Wuji said lightly, "The nomadic race against the pasture is a means of survival. The survival of the fittest is the king, and no one can stop it. You see this tribe being attacked today, but It is also possible that this tribe has just attacked the return of others, and rashly stepped in and violated the taboo of the grassland shepherds."

Meng Fuyao frowned and let out a "huh", sat on the tree and looked for a while, then suddenly "hey".

At the same time, Changsun Wuji was also startled.

From the perspective of the battle, the strength of the tribe that came to attack is very strange. They are not many in number, and their strength does not seem to be stronger than that of the local shepherds. However, there is a small team of people in that team, and their moves are like wind and electricity. , Like a strip of black hungry wolves, piercing and piercing from each tent, bringing out countless screams and canopy blood, and a little further, on a short mountain bag, there seems to be a long and thin figure, Sitting under the moon and playing the flute, and with the sound of his flute, there are really countless hungry wolves running towards that tribe from all directions in the grassland.

This is really a one-sided war. The tribe in the lower reaches of the river has no power to fight back and is reduced to a slaughtered situation. This is also a very strange picture-a team of different strengths, driven by the flute under the moon The men in black in the wolves, seemingly purely competing for the grassland war, seemed to have a vague taste, mixed with the taste of conspiracy.

Meng Fuyao listened to the faintly screams in the wind, and finally couldn't stand it, and suddenly stood up and said: "This is not an ordinary battle, this is to destroy the clan, they usually destroy it, I don't care, now since I am When I meet, I don’t want to listen to the cry of those children."

She floated down from the tree, and the guards had already got up to prepare for the battle. Changsun Wuji said: "The encounter on the grassland relies on the impact and explosive power of the cavalry. If you want to take action, you will be caught off guard."

Meng Fuyao leaped on his horse and gave a whistle as he was about to give an order to set off, but the people on the opposite side had already spotted the group of them. They were probably going to be killed. With a cheer, he waved a shiny machete and rushed over here. .

Meng Fuyao sneered: "Looking for death."

With a wave of her arm, she ordered the cavalry to hedge. With a wave, she suddenly saw something lit up in a tent in the middle of the tribe opposite.

The light is very strange, it looks like a light, but the light can never travel that far. First, it trembles like a candle in the wind, then suddenly brightens, and when it shines, it spreads like a phoenix feather. The entire tent was filled, and then a faint sound was heard, and the tent suddenly opened.

Under the split, a white light burst into the sky.

Meng Fuyao was shocked and lost his voice: "Jianguang!"

Not only a sword light, but also an extremely exquisite and familiar sword light!

The sword light broke out in an instant, and the white light was as sharp as a red sun. The billowing beam of light rushed into the sky as if it was about to meet the moonlight, so thrillingly bright, it fainted three times on the top of the tent. The layer of light immediately spread out silently, and the sword light flying horizontally and horizontally, like the sea and the waves and the clouds, rolled over the tents on all sides, and rolled the herdsmen who were still killing women and children with the sword under the sword. Blood splattered and screamed!

A stunning sword.

Jianguang Haibo condensed as soon as it condensed, and the man fell gently in midair with a turn, his thin figure seemed a little thin, and he staggered when he landed.

Rao So that sword still alarmed those strange enemies. The thin man on the mountain bag seemed very surprised, and suddenly a dead leaf fell from the mountain.

His gait is normal, but his gait is strange. Upon closer inspection, he doesn't move his knees, just floating on the ground.

The black-clothed man stood with his sword, coldly raised his head and looked at the enemies surrounding him, his claws could not hold back the roaring pack of wolves, and the slender man who floated indifferently, his back was straight, like a thin handle Sharp sword.

Meng Fuyao stared at the figure from behind, still feeling familiar from the distance.

On the other side, the herdsmen who were trying to rob them had already rushed over. The sound of horses' hoofs splashed with grass clippings and thumped the earth's drum of war.

Meng Fuyao waved his hand, Dahan Iron Cavalry made a bang, the sharp knife formation brazenly rushed out, and then hit hard!

Crash! Blood splatter!

In the distance, the man surrounded by the moonlight turned his head slightly.

Meng Fuyao suddenly flew up, his body shape was already like a black flag hunting flying scroll, and in an instant, he swept through the entangled fighting people with bright blood beads, and rushed directly to the besieged man !

It's you!