Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 10: Yanjia Road is narrow

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Meng Fuyao was startled.

Then she sneered and said, "Eldest Sun Wuji, if you want to shirk the responsibility, you can't be so ridiculous. This is the continent of Wuzhou. You are the prince of a country. She is the princess of a country. In her identity, if it is not a fact, you can To a stranger who said it was your fiancée?"

The more she thought about it, the more she found it absurd. She smiled sharply, and as soon as she reached out and grabbed Sun Wuji's arm, she opened her mouth viciously and bit.

"Kill you, this ridiculous mouthful, black heart and lungs, the crown prince, who knows the flavor of the Wuzhou Continent..."

Changsun Wuji let her bite and smiled: "Hey, it hurts."

It hurts his hair, Meng Fuyao couldn't bite it down at all. The grandson Wuji's skin doesn't have the texture of the Beiye iron, but the real power flows everywhere. Meng Fuyao just let it down, and he was so angry. She flicked her teeth, she touched her sour teeth, threw away the hand of Changsun Wuji angrily, and cursed: "You think she is a nympho, regardless of her honor, status or status, she grabs a man and says it's his fiancee..."

"She is a nympho."

A faint sentence was even more frightening than a thunder, and Meng Fuyao was directly chopped to his feet, even his voice changed, "What?"

Chang Sun Wuji turned his head, it was only an hour away, and he suddenly looked a little haggard. His face under the moonlight was pale and jade-like translucent. He said lightly, "Buddha, not a normal woman. "

Meng Fuyao glared at him without noticing his face. He was fainted by the thunder and said, "How do you say?"

"It should be said that Folian is not a woman who can be judged by ordinary women's heart and **** behavior in the Wuzhou Continent. She looks graceful, but in fact she is extremely paranoid. Believing in Buddhism is mostly just to adjust her character," Long Sun Wuji frowned, said , "I still like to call her Feng Jingfan. Feng Jingfan was indeed engaged to me. I used my hand drawn Xuanji as a bride price, but then I retired."

"Huh?"

"It took a lot of setbacks for my retiring. At that time, my father was seriously ill, and the country was not stable. The ministers were anxious. I was still young, and I had not yet supervised the country. , I plan to go to Fufeng to solve the foreign troubles. My father is worried that Xuanji will offend Xuanji at this time, and whether Xuanji will join forces with Fufeng to deal with Wuji. I made a request."

"Huh?"

"He said that Feng Jingfan’s temperament was different from that of others since he was a child, and his love for me was deeply rooted. I did not marry and retired publicly. For fear of hurting her life, he only promised to secretly retire and wait for Feng Jingfan. Older and better, and looking for a destination for the person you like, can you mention the announcement of the Seven Kingdoms to the princess. Before that, please keep me secret for the sake of Feng’s face and the princess’s life."

"Did you agree?"

"First, because of the unstable state at the time, it is no longer appropriate to offend Xuanji; second, I was young and felt that the fault was with me, and the princess was also pitiful. She was a woman who could not bear it, so she assumed it was a man. So I should, just request to return the Xuanji map."

"Retired?"

"No?" The eldest grandson Wuji smiled a little bit coldly. "The Lord Xuanji has a lot of excuses. First, she said that the picture is with the princess. She cherishes her very much, and asking for it will hurt her life. Later, she said that the picture is missing and not in the palace. I promised to find it for me, but after searching for it for many years, I couldn’t see the shadow."

Meng Fuyao bit his finger in a daze. Believe it or not, he asked, "Feng Jingfan really doesn't know that you have retired?"

"I don't think it's necessarily." Changsun Wuji replied, "I tried her. Seeing her appearance, she should know something, but pretend not to know."

Meng Fuyao murmured, "You haven't gotten married yet at twenty-six, and she's not too young, so she'd rather squat like this. Could it be that she is waiting for you to change your mind?"

The grandson Wuji smiled and said nothing, which was a tacit understanding.

Meng Fuyao scratched his face, thinking that it’s no wonder the grandson Wou-ki hadn’t mentioned this. It turned out that he didn’t have the concept of a fiancee in his mind, and then he thought of another question, "You haven’t said why you are retiring?"

The grandson Wuji remained silent, and replied for a while, "I met inhumans."

"Nonsense!" Meng Fuyao has always responded extremely quickly, "Don't use your thoughts on me as an excuse. You haven't seen me when you asked to divorce."

"The engagement was a mistake." Changsun Wuji looked at her deeply, "Since it is wrong, you must change it anyway."

Meng Fuyao gave a "chi" smile and said, "Is it your fault to meet me... Forget it, by the way, it turns out that you are the real martial arbitration, then I heard Yunhen say that you are making trouble on the border of Tiansha There was a good show, I didn’t have time to ask him, now it’s the same with you, what good show?"

"Isn’t I just trying to send someone back who made you jealous?" Long Sun Wuji smiled, and took her hair slowly around her fingers, "She said there are saints of Buddha in Tiansha When I was born, I would say no. It may not be so easy to destroy a country, but it is still easy to destroy a "saint"."

"I'll eat the jealousy of Lao Shizi, grandson Wuji, your biggest problem is narcissism." Meng Fuyao thought for a while, couldn't help sighing, and sat on the bed with his knees, and said, "It sounds reasonable. Okay, Changsun Wuji, I forgive you for lying."

Her simple and neat tone made Grandson Wuji smile slightly. The smiling mandala usually blooms in the half-dark moonlight, and the alarming beauty makes Meng Fuyao's heart beat, secretly resentful... …That alluring male color...

Chang Sun Wuji turned sideways, his forehead lightly leaned against hers, warm breath brushed her cheeks, he gently pinched Meng Fuyao's face, and smiled, "Fuyao, I like your brightness the most. I want to maintain such a you, not to let you torture that brightness for the torment of the world."

The night is very quiet, a faint fragrance diffuses in the cool breeze of summer night, and you can hear the soft sound of summer insects under the window. The sound is long and soft. The skin touches and breathes each other, and the sound of heartbeat covers the sonata overnight.

For a long while, Meng Fuyao slapped his hand away uncomfortably, turned his head and said dumbly, "Go away the pervert, take less advantage."

The eldest grandson Wuji ignored her, "Don't be impressed, I haven't finished speaking yet... I don't like your words without believing them."

"Huh?" Meng Fuyao raised his eyebrows, do I have it? Do I have it?

Zhang Sun Wuji stretched out his finger, traced it on her cheek, and said softly, "Someone seems to have promised me, no matter what happens, believe me, understand me, and don’t think about the appearance of those things. Confused, shaken." He uttered very softly, half humorous and half tender in his voice, and gently ran his fingers through her hair, "As a result... did it?"

Uh, wicked man, as soon as she retreated, he immediately counterattacked, so he started to ask the guilt so quickly.

Unfortunately, Meng Fuyao was willing to eat everything but refused to suffer. She squatted on the bed and carefully recalled the conversation at the Huazhou Inn. Suddenly she laughed ghostly and retorted wittily, "You have confused the concept again. I was I don’t seem to promise you at all."

The grandson Wuji smiled, Meng Fuyao triumphantly, "I told you to take advantage of me every time, and you should lose once."

"Fuyao, you are wrong." Changsun Wuji lay down beside her, and slowly adjusted her long hair that was sleeping in a mess, and said lightly, "It seems that I have the upper hand again and again, but actually...for you, I have always been The one who lost."

Who loves, who loses.

So much entrusted, so long-lasting affection, so tossing and turning, so worrying.

In that love, there is painful torment without speaking.

The pain is only because I care.

Meng Fuyao took a light breath. At this moment, her internal organs began to ache again. The long-lost and familiar pain scorched her meridians like a fire. She frowned, stepped back a little, and sighed secretly. Remind yourself, lock in love, lock in love.

Zhang Sun Wuji also noticed it. He glanced back at her and didn't say anything. He only stretched out his hand to cover her, covered her with a quilt, and said, "The weather is cold. Even though it is summer, I must cover her at night. Don't catch cold."

Meng Fuyao thinks it’s okay to have a quilt, and avoid easy contact with the skin of a thin shirt. He didn’t want the person to cover her, and he dragged it halfway, and said calmly, "Naturally, I am also afraid of catching cold."

Meng Fu was overwhelmed, but the grandson Wuji said leisurely, "I don't expect you to feel sorry for me, can't I take care of myself?"

Meng Fuyao's conscience was forced out by a certain unscrupulous prince's strong skills, so she pinched her nose and said nothing, and suddenly caught a glimpse of Master Yuanbao on the table in front of him suddenly coming over and carrying him on his back. A lot of things smashed in front of the two.

Meng Fuyao was stunned, and the grandson Wuji said, "Yuan Bao said, there is a good show for me." He pulled Meng Fuyao, half of the pillow was divided by the master, and said, "Come, together."

The curious baby Meng Fuyao looked at him comfortably, and...the nose became mad.

It's really "good show!"

Master Yuan Bao stepped onto the table, stood facing the two of them, first shook his short claws, did a few nondescript snake dance moves, and then waved his palm to the air, beating, dancing, dancing Get up, do a "big curse" shape, dance again, and wave your paw again, do a "Cypriot" shape...

Meng Fuyao understands it. It is suing. It is saying that the double-headed snake is approaching silently by the water pool that night. It kindly warns the old man about the misunderstanding by him. This narrow-minded and vengeful mouse is not a mess with the girl. I'm sorry!

Changsun Wuji smiled and said, "Yuanbao, the world is short-sighted, it is inevitable that you don't understand your wisdom."

Meng Fuyao is speechless, who is this scolding?

Master Yuan Bao nodded his head, twisted his fat butt, and scrabbled among the pile of things behind him for a while. First, he took out a small teapot and put it on the table, then grabbed a needle.

It danced with gleaming needles, chopped left and right at the teapot, then hurriedly threw away the needle, rushed forward and pinched the lid of the teapot with its paws, then held it still, raised its head and said nothing.

It stays for a long time...

……

Meng Fuyao almost vomited blood.

Isn't this imitating that day when she pinched Xuanyuan Yun's throat with two fingers, forcibly leapfrogging her level, her true energy couldn't rebound? Is it the mouse version of the legendary "Meng Fuyao defeated Xuanyuanyun, standing on the stage reluctant to come down"?

Seeing Master Yuan Bao proudly raised his head to freeze, Meng Fuyao also raised his head and howled, trying to squash the mouse with his claws.

Zhang Sun Wuji stopped, his eyes gleaming and smiled: "Swinging, people can't be as knowledgeable as Yuanbao..."

Meng Fuyao stared at Lord Yuanbao who returned to his master with no fear, and wondered how to avenge him.

Lord Yuanbao is still dying, putting down his props, turning around and pouting his butt, and leaning on an inkstone, looking like it’s dressing up. Meng Fuyao is wondering what moth it will produce this time. , Master Yuan Bao suddenly looked back and smiled.

Its snow-white and shiny front teeth were half blackened, and at first glance in the darkness, it was a broken tooth.

Ya is learning her missing teeth!

Damn, this is tolerable or unbearable, imitation is tolerable and unbearable!

Meng Fuyao jumped up and yelled, "Heavenly king overwhelms the earth tiger, Pagoda town rat demon!" He threw a pillow and smashed the shameless Lord Yuan Bao out.

Master Yuan Bao chuckled and smiled wretchedly at her with "half a tooth".

Long Sun Wuji smiled "Oh" on his side, and said, "It turns out that it’s so beautiful when the tooth is lost..." He stretched out his hand and pressed Meng Fuyao, and said, "I have to try tomorrow, take a break earlier." /

Meng Fuyao's face was pressed down in tears, **** it, the fake teeth were really messy, and the mouse was really like it, even the broken **** is exactly the same!

She muttered, "One day I will embroider cross stitch on your skin..." She closed her eyes deeply, not knowing why she slept a while ago, but now she is more tired, something in her body is slowly impacting As she rushed to her dantian, she was comfortable and drowsy, her eyes were dumbfounded and she fell to the pillow, and said slurredly, "Ming'er will ask you to settle the account, you are not allowed to sleep here, Sun Wuji..." Yu Zi hovered on his lips, and the person was already asleep.

Zhang Sun Wuji laughed, tucked the quilt for her, carefully looked at her slightly thin cheeks, and put all her hands and feet back into the quilt before beckoning to call for ingots, then she rushed over and wandered His eyes are bright, rubbing against Changsun Wuji, rubbing and rubbing...

"You did a good job," Changsun Wuji gently stroked the smooth white hair of Master Yuanbao, "I will do this in the future."

From now on? There is a future? Master Yuan Bao's eyes widened, isn't it, the labor is not over yet? Still going to fight with Meng Fuyao? Didn't you say it earlier? I said earlier that it would not offend Meng Fuyao to the death just now. This is the end of it...

"She is not a stable temper, whoever likes her will have no good life," the grandson Wuji smiled leisurely, "It is difficult for me to follow her from time to time, so I have to ask you."

Master Yuanbao is grief and indignation. Is it because Mao was sent out to protect Meng Fuyao? Is Mao not Meng Fuyao sent out to protect it? Because of Mao, he can't be the master's lover, let him take care of him at the expense of himself and his family? Ah, the handsome guy from Yushu Linfeng is here, don't you look at it carefully for Mao?

The master didn't have time to look at it, so the master fell asleep by leaning on the bed, half of his face was sprinkled with moonlight, and his eyes were bright and distant in the day, and the night looked soft and leisurely, like a fragrant and clear shore of clear water , The ripples blooming in layers.

Those Yu Taofei surges deep in the heart, the ripples of the mood that never fades with time.

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When Meng Fuyao woke up the next day, he felt really **** refreshed and full of energy, as refreshing as he was beaten with blood, forcibly promoted the sixth layer of "Bro Jiu Xiao" "Sunrise" After passing through the most dangerous period, it was finally done. It was probably Zong Yue who used the medicine properly. Although the internal injury has not been completely healed, she believes that as long as there is no accident, a fight can be made under any circumstances. She stretched out her hand very excitedly. After fishing, prepare to drag Changsun Wuji or Yuanbao to practice boxing.

I made a profit and opened my eyes to realize that His Royal Highness is not there. Oh, it’s so good, it’s rare that he is not a good man, but then again, after he clicked on her last night, has her advantage been occupied? , But there is no way to check.

Master Yuan Bao fell down, squatting in front of its own small bed on the opposite table, shaking his head with a white flag, Meng Fu smiled, grabbed it and knocked a chestnut as punishment, happily Go out.

When I walked through the garden, I saw Zong Yue planting flowers. Meng Fuyao remembered that Xuanyuanyun hadn’t left Tiansha after losing. Every day he kept a probe where she appeared and tried to track it. Unfortunately, behind Meng Fuyao, except Tiecheng The guardian and the hidden guard of Longsun Wuji, Xuanyuan Yun followed twice and failed. The one closest to the outcome of the battle was only two blocks away. As a result, he rushed over, but hit a wall with a small painting on the wall. tortoise.

Xiao Zhengtai stared at the tortoise, her eyes were red again.

He slept under the wall that night. This golden-looking young man was actually curled up under a broken wall in the open. Sometimes he got up and looked at the little turtle foolishly, sometimes he climbed up the wall and went around. Looking at the surrounding lights, it seemed that I wanted to find the one that belonged to Zong Yue among the densely packed lights of thousands of houses.

Tie Cheng, who was in charge of Meng Fuyao’s safety, saw him hiding in the dark. It was rare to have a compassionate heart. He came back and told Meng Fuyao. Meng Fuyao sighed after hearing it. He ordered Tiecheng to send the quilt to Xuanyuan Yun. After airdropping the quilt, he hid, and heard the child muttering, "...Is it you, is it you...", his voice hovered, and the sorrowful intestines made the rough man Tiecheng, and he almost heard tears. Come.

So Meng Fuyao saw Zong Yue's heart moved today, and asked him not afraid of death, "Mongolian doctor, really don't see that young master? But it's for you, and even the real martial leader gave me the opportunity."

"If you are afraid of owing favors, you can let you go back." Zong Yue answered lightly, "As long as you don't bother me."

Meng Fu shook his tongue out and walked out dingy. He saw a cloud mark at the second door. He looked at a tree in the yard with his hand held down, and he was fascinated, as if there was some peerless martial arts on it.

There are only a few barking cicadas on it.

Meng Fuyao looked at his back, pursed his lips, didn't know what to say or do, so he wanted to walk quietly, but Yunhen seemed to have eyes behind his back, and suddenly said: "Fuyao, Peiyi is not good, you Be careful."

Meng Fu shook his nose with a soreness, "Yeah", Yun Hen turned around and smiled peacefully at her, his clear and clear temperament belonged only to him, not tortured by the ups and downs.

He said: "Waiting for your triumph."

Meng Fuyao gave another "um", and went out as if fleeing. When the door opened but felt resistance, he pushed hard, only to realize that it seemed to be blocked by something.

Meng Fuyao felt gloomy and angry. He lifted his foot and kicked, slammed the door and was kicked open. Something outside the door rolled out, and there was a faint "Ouch".

When the door opened, someone rubbed his eyes in the mud and raised his head, rubbing his eyes timidly, and then rubbing the bumped buttocks. Meng Fuyao carefully identified the gray-headed person. It was discovered that it was Xuanyuan Yun's little Zhengtai.

How did he find it? Look at him, sleep here all night?

Xuanyuan Yun got up slantingly, seemingly stiff, and holding a door frame to Meng Fuyao begging, "General Meng...I, I can find this place so easily, you let me see him one side, one side, one side ……"

Meng Fuyao looked at him, feeling that sour mood came again, and slowly said: "After talking a few times, the young man still doesn't understand that Zong Yue is a bull-natured person. The more you pester him, the more I won’t see you, the more you want me to introduce him, the more angry you are, why bother to come?"

"I...I'm going back... It's not easy for me to come out..." Yun Gongzi's eyes were red again, and Meng Fuyao got a headache when he looked at his rabbit eyes. Why is this child a tear pack? Look at this Spoiled and spoiled, why do you come out? Still entangled with Zong Yue, is Zong Yue a human? You don’t even have bones left after eating you.

Thinking of the child's surname, Meng Fuyao moved in his heart and asked, "The son's surname is Xuanyuan, is he a royal family?"

"She is the daughter of Xuanyuan Regent King Xuanyuan Sheng, her real name Xuanyuan Yun." There was a sudden cool voice, and Meng Fuyao looked back and saw the person cleaner than white water standing in the early summer sun. Under the blazing light, he still looked cold, and he was as cold as a handful of snow.

When Xuanyuan Yun saw him, he opened his mouth in surprise and lost his voice, "Ayue Brother..." Suddenly he caught Zong Yue's gaze and shut his mouth in panic.

Zong Yue looked at her with complex and unspeakable gazes. There were twilight and drowsiness in his eyes, there were winds everywhere, there were snowy fields, there were lonely peaks and thousands of people, the exhaustion of long-distance travellers, and the sadness of being restrained for a long time in the travel, eventually all disappear For the clear and clear desolation as deep as snow, he silently looked at Xuanyuan Yun, turned around and walked back silently for a long while.

Xuanyuan Yun was still stunned, Meng Fuyao hurriedly pushed her, "Don't follow?"

The child jumped up and glanced at her gratefully, not even dusting the ashes on his robe, and stumbling to follow.

Meng Fuyao watched their backs disappear in the second door, and a slight smile appeared. Zong Yue was finally moved by Xuanyuanyun’s sincerity and opened the door to his heart to see if the child can continue to impress. He, looking at the child's soft and rigid temperament, Zong Yue, a hard-mouthed and soft-hearted man, might not be able to get it over.

She laughed softly, remembering the soft "Brother A Yue...", then a name with a pure childhood breath... What kind of past did Zong Yue record?

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The last one, the first five contest!

The Golden Palace competition was still the same as before. When Meng Fuyao entered the temple, he saw Changsun Wuji and Zhan Nancheng talking and laughing and Yan Yan, they really looked good.

When she saw her coming in, the grandson Wuji turned his head slightly, and his eyes flew over, his eyes and thoughts were faint and confusing.

Meng Fuyao staggered his eyes and refused to open up the radar antenna to receive such a look-the two "men" on the golden temple are eyeing? You are not ashamed, I am also afraid of ugliness.

She calmed down and mixed her breath. Now that she has reached this point, she naturally has to compete for a ranking that can be worthy of Yunhen Zongyue, and also, slaughter the person she wants to slaughter!

Today’s spectators are the same as yesterday. Although they are not as large as the third round, they have a huge audience, but they have a very high level of style. Tiansha imperial family, all military officers of Tiansha, various countries have a head and face, and even some royal families. The seats, but people have not yet come.

Except for the weapon racks around the main hall, all the utensils were removed, leaving an extremely wide space. The gods of the country like the rough atmosphere, and the houses are not decorated, simple and solemn. The Zhengyi Hall especially reflects this style. It was built several times larger than the ordinary hall. The spectator seats and the imperial seat arbitration seats were far away. The Isshi Xinghuangjin case was lined up and almost full of people. Most people stared at Meng Fuyao curiously and listened. Say this kid is awesome? If you don't speak, you're already a blockbuster; I heard that this kid is frivolous? After winning Xuanyuan Yun, Lai was reluctant to come down on stage?

The grandson Wou-ki is in the temple, leaning on the crimson brocade, looking down at the stage with a smile but a smile, so the people on both sides of the table are even more busy-besides busy watching Meng Fuyao, more than half of them still have to take care of it. He, I heard that Changsun Wuji didn't like the excitement and rarely showed up in public. Why did he accept the invitation of the gods this time? I heard that the grandson Wuji looks ugly and black, is there something unspeakable about the face under the mask?

It is said that there should be more than one arbitration for this kind of high-level competition. I don’t know if Zhan Nancheng is getting in the way because of the number of suspects or because he respects Changsun Wuji. He only invited Changsun Wuji and appointed Zhan Beiheng as the deputy referee. In the last round, almost all the world's top warriors were present, and no one wanted to play tricks in front of everyone.

At Chenshi, the empty seats in front began to fill up. In the inner hall, the Tiansha imperial family accompanied guests from various countries to take their seats one by one. Meng Fuyao counted the seats of the royal families of various countries and found that there were two more tables.

Three golden bells ring, the competition will begin, and the guests of the last two tables finally arrive.

Walking in the front is a middle-aged man of about 40 years old. His face is gentle and personable, and his speech and laughter are elegant in his manners. If it were not for a royal crown with a magnificent vibe, he looked more like a three-cun scholar.

The deep purple ribbon around his waist hangs a sapphire unicorn. It should be Xuanyuan Sheng, the regent of Xuanyuan Kingdom who has been in power for a long time.

Walking at the end is a pair of brothers and sisters.

The former is a pale and thin man with a luxurious crown, but he can't stand it anyhow, as if a light gust of wind can blow away, the latter...

Meng Fuyao narrowed his eyes.

Fucking together again in life.

Buddha.

The beautiful and quiet Princess Buddha Lotus, the holy Princess Buddha Lotus, there is a rumor that Hanlian was born on the Wuzhou Continent. The kind and compassionate lotus flower is still dressed in white plain clothes, but the corners of the clothes are stacked in disorderly formations. Embroidered with golden thread lotus, the lotus petals are fresh and vivid, and there are lotus leaves and fields, light green and green, swaying with the gentle waves of the lotus step, without losing dignity, she is just right Raised his neck, that smiley, noble, introverted but not negligible brilliance, came slowly.

There was a low "buzz" in the crowd. The people in this hall are noble. Naturally, they will not exclaim and talk like ordinary martial arts, but they will inevitably whisper. The royal families of all countries know the marriage of Wuji and Xuanji, but Each is busy with national affairs, and would not worry about whether Changsun Wuji and Feng Jingfan are married. Now for the first time in more than ten years, the two have appeared on this rare occasion at the same time. Everyone suddenly remembered that Changsun Wuji is already two. At the age of sixteen, Feng Jingfan seems to be in his twenties. The two of them have such identities, and they made an early marriage. How could they have not married yet?

Princess Buddha Lian didn't care about everyone's eyes, watching nose, nose, heart, and her elder brother sitting in position, next door Xuanyuanmin smiled and said, "Is the Fourth Prince Feng and Princess Buddha Lian? The princess is famous in the Seven Kingdoms. It’s been a long time since I didn’t see Fengyan until today. It’s really a blessing to Xiao Wang that the princess is devoted to Buddhism, and she doesn’t want to be interested in this martial arts conference?"

"The prince expresses love," Folian replied gracefully, smiling, "My palace doesn't know martial arts, but my elder brother loves this. When I meet him on the road, he will come with him. Besides..." She smiled and looked at Meng Fuyao. "My palace just discovered an old friend, so I feel that it is more necessary to come here, even if you don't know martial arts, you can cheer for him."

They whispered, but they couldn't hide the "Bro Jiuxiao" breakthrough the sixth layer of the clever Meng Fuyao, she grinds her teeth silently, looking at the sky, okay, okay, really an old friend, why do you want to be called Princess Buddha? Why are you not called Princess Tangny? Changsun Wuji's servant is still too polite, what kind of paranoia? I think it's a BT.

After grinding my teeth for a long time, I can't help but gloat at the grandson Wuji, right? Still can't drive away after a long time, right? They didn't plan to find another beloved person at all. No, I can't wait, I just keep pushing you all the way.

She gloated and felt a little upset at the same time, but didn't want to figure out why she was upset, so she turned her face away to see that Pei Yuan and Ya Lanzhu played colorfully, with frequent strange tricks.

In the temple, the smile of the grandson Wuji had gone, but there was no expression. He turned his face to talk to Zhan Beiheng, and if he did not see the eyes of everyone, he also completely ignored the Buddha lotus, but the Buddha lotus did not. Mindful and smiling quietly, Rouya tilted her head to talk with her brother, but her sick brother looked unhesitating and glared at Changsun Wuji from time to time.

At this time, the people finally arrived, the bells and drums were ringing together, and the ceremonial guard lined up. Zhannan became a seat in the upper hall. When I turned around, I saw Princess Buddha Lian, startled, and then smiled, "Does the prince want the princess to come and sit?"

Changsun Wou-ki still doesn't look at Buddhalian, and just said lightly, "Thank you for your kindness, no need."

The space in the main hall is vast. His voice is not high. In the hall, Zhan Beiheng is talking. Most people didn't hear the refusal, but Princess Buddha suddenly brushed her sleeves.

The fourth prince Feng turned his head to look at her questioningly, Bu Lian smiled, and said, "An ant climbed onto the case table. I will send it out. The ant is still greedy."

"My sister really pity sentient beings." The Fourth Prince Feng nodded appreciatively, then turned his head.

Folian smiled, sticking her nails out of her sleeves, and slowly rubbing them on the golden tile floor quietly. Her nails were sharply trimmed, like a knife, and they rolled over the tiny things on the ground. Small ants, neatly arranged in three segments, tentacles, head, body...

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In the hall, Zhan Beiheng was repeating the rules, and everyone listened silently.

The last battle, melee!

The last five people: Meng Fuyao, Ya Lanzhu, Pei Yuan, Tantaiyu, Bagu.

The melee means that whoever goes first is most likely to suffer. The five people are silent, and all the spectators start to drink tea with their heart. They feel that the most difficult beginning must be a while.

As a result, as soon as Zhan Beiheng's voice fell, one person jumped out, colorful and exquisite, with small pigtails flying around. Da Lala stood in the field and hooked his finger to Pei Yuan, "Old witch, come out and die."

Pei Yuan's eyes out of the veil breathed fire, and she stepped out with a sneer, saying: "If you want to die, I will fulfill you."

Meng Fuyao immediately got up and took a step forward shamelessly: "Hey, I want you to die, too. Can you beat two to one?"

The whole audience was overwhelmed. I have seen someone who is shameless, I have never seen such a shameless person. At any rate, he is still the leader with the highest voice, and he has no self-respect.

Zhanbei Hengdao, "You can fight against each other in pairs, you can challenge one by one, but you cannot have more than one at the same time."

Meng Fu shook his hands and said, "I don't plan to go down once I have come up. Then Ya Lanzhu, you first, I will just squat."

"Why let General Meng be idle? Please ask for a while before waiting." Behind, Tan Taiyu and Bagu Qiqi followed.

Tan Taiyu smiled, "They women beat them, and our men beat us."

Meng Fu shook his eyebrows, knowing that these two guys were probably trying to get rid of her strongest limelight first, and then pick Pei Yuan and Ya Lanzhu for the cheap. Now he smiled and said: "Success, who is the first?"

Tan Taiyu stepped forward and bowed to her.

Meng Fuyao's gaze flicked across Bagu's face behind him. This taciturn man has short hair, a dark complexion, a deep outline, and a bit of a mountain tribe's appearance. He is not fat but has a very temperament. "Heavy" is not a sense of calmness, but more like a feeling of oppression and heaviness of practicing a strange skill. This person has always been mediocre in the early stage, but has always been in the top five without any hindrance, Meng Fuyao Looking at Bagu, he vaguely felt that his temperament was a little weird. On the opposite side, Tan Taiyu had already rushed over.

This tall young man makes a mixed iron long whip longer than him. The whip is divided into three colors and three sections. Each section is connected by a live button. The dance is unusually fluent with a whip, but it has more twists and turns. Strange, the middle section is still on the left, the front section may already be on the right, looking at the left and then at the right, looking at the front and suddenly behind, like a hard and soft weird snake with a tricky angle and chaotic light and shadow What's more, this kind of weapon similar to the three-section stick is generally the weakest at the buckle, but this long whip and the buckle are made of materials that are not gold or iron, and the design is exquisite, which is difficult to deal with.

Tan Taiyu raised his eyebrows and smiled and his wrists flicked. The long whip attacked from three angles. The angles were unpredictable. The weapon in his hand came from the hands of the world's top experts. It is known as unbreakable. Have confidence.

Meng Fuyao came with interest and yelled, "Interesting." She was already greeted. She herself was a tricky one. "Bao Jiu Xiao" has a complete system of three sets of internal skills, boxing and knife. On this basis, Fuyao added some actual combat experience from a long time in the rivers and lakes, and boldly explored and improved the knife skills originally taught by the old Taoist priests. This set of knife skills has been explored and perfected in constant combat experience. It's time for practice.

She slashed out, and the lightning of the nine heavens came from the sky. It was black lightning, rushing down from the high mountains, passing through the windy sand and the sea in an instant, cutting through the thick ridge of the earth, and the mud and sand splashed by the rocks. , But another line was cut straight and silent. Those shots, interspersed, crosscuts, vertical splits, every knife stuck in the node, and every knife was just a whip.

The sound of wind and thunder in her original move, because the wind power was completely absorbed, she finally circulated satisfactorily and transformed into her own true power. Those spilled strengths were reduced to fulfill her own self. The skill of the arm ambassador is even more advanced. Her sword technique this time no longer generates wind, but it is fierce and light, falconry and calm, and there is infinite strength in the calm, and the waves are born by her. Decided.

Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding!

The one hundred and tenth move, Meng Fuyao’s knife tip collided with Tan Taiyu seven times in succession, all hitting the buckle in the middle of the whip, each of these seven hits, the technique and strength are subtle The difference is that one layer is tighter than one layer, and each layer hits the place where the front force is not exhausted and the back force is born, forming a whirling force, like waves circling endlessly, and then "chat", the seemingly indestructible whip finally cracks Suddenly, like a snake being hit by seven inches, Meng Fuyao, who is good at seizing the opportunity, immediately dashed forward and dragged, "Dang!"

A section of the iron whip fell to the ground, splashing sparks on the golden tiles.

Tan Taiyu backed back with a pale face. This whip is not the same, especially the various organs are in his own hands, and the knives are kept in his hands. People who try to attack hard are often injured by the whip. This is his family biography. Shenbing, when his father passed it to him, he proudly said that no one can break this whip, and he did use this weapon to fight all over the country with few opponents. He didn't want to be today, but was broken.

Meng Fuyao won't let go of a successful move, Tan Taiyu retreats and then enters, a staggered stroke and seven consecutive hits, a "dang" sound, the middle section.

When this "when" came out, Meng Fuyao suddenly felt his heart beating. It seemed that someone was holding her heart trembling and trembling, and then the whole body was vented, but in an instant, it was again Back to normal.

She didn't care, smiled and raised the knife, pointed at Tan Taiyu, and said, "Will you continue?"

Tan Taiyu looked gray and defeated, put away the three-cut whip, and said, "I admit defeat." He dragged the whip off the stage, and the knowledgeable spectators underneath were all whispering to the whip, showing regret, Meng Fuyao In a very good mood, he laughed and said, "Mr. Ba."

"Bagu." The man replied with his eyes half closed, his accent rather strange.

Meng Fuyao frowned. She didn't like this yin and yang strange Bagu, and sneered, "Well, Bagu, how about we just do it?"

Bagu raised his eyes and said lightly, "I have already started."

Meng Fuyao was stunned again, and then she felt her heart tighten, like being hit by an invisible sledgehammer, hitting her with pain, the unhealed internal injury was almost aroused, and she suddenly remembered her previous and Tantaiyu The heartbeat feeling during the battle, I immediately understood the meaning of Bagu's words-this looks very heavy person, even when she and Tan Taiyu were fighting, they had already attacked!

Meng Fuyao was furious, the blade flashed and rushed over, dare to yin old mother? When the old lady was perineating, you didn't know where to play urine and mud!

She rushed over, and the black sword light hung upside down like a black spring, and it smashed out. The blade of sword light, the inner layer bright white, was the sixth layer of "Bro Jiu Xiao" "Sunrise" The pure color, the outer layer is hazy and pale, that is the unique color of Yuepao Qi Training Treasure, and where the knife goes, the wind swirls the airflow into a whirlpool, colliding layer by layer!

Moving the really angry Meng Fuyao, he used all the true powers of "Broken Nine Heavens", Gale and Yue Po in one go!

She came out with a knife, unlike the silent like blowing clouds and falling rain before, but she was brilliant and murderous, and she reached Bagu's chest in an instant!

However, Bagu, who had been standing quietly on the opposite side, still didn't move. He suddenly smiled weirdly, and then shook one hand at Meng Fu.

There was an eye drawn in the palm of her hand. The corner of her eye was raised, her pupils were black, and her eyes were strange. The eye was "staring" at Meng Fuyao, as if to "see" deep into her heart.

Meng Fuyao rushed over, wrapped in the Huaguang, Bagu still did not move, he just shook the hand holding the eye, and the "eye" seemed to blink suddenly.

Huaguang is like a fan, slowly spreading out.

In Huaguang, a long-lost strange and familiar scene suddenly appeared.

White walls, white bedding, labeled cabinets and flowers on the bedside, nurses in pink clothes walking lightly, trolleys full of medicines, hanging needles dangling from iron shelves... Yes, the hospital bed is wearing a blue and white gown, haggard and thin... mother!

She is very real in that glorious light, Meng Fuyao can even hear the gentle inquiries of the guards, the smiling mother's answer, Ding Ling when the bottle hits the iron frame, and others come to visit the patient's family Footsteps.

And Meng Fuyao saw his knife even more and ran straight towards her heart.

Heart and soul are breaking the world!

The knife spreads out.

Mother raised her head and smiled weakly at Meng Fuyao, who was rushing with the knife. She said: "Fuyao..."

Mom!

In an instant, Meng Fuyao's true power was smashed, and the blood in his whole body was violently rebounded by the true power in an instant, and a mouthful of blood was forced into his throat!

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Meng Fuyao strangely saw his mother in Time and Space, and at the moment when his soul flew away, Zhan Nan Chengzheng and his eldest son Wuji smiled and greeted each other. After Meng Fuyao’s exquisite display of Potan Taiyu’s long whip, they kept showing There is no sense of expectation in the match between the mediocre Ba Gu and Meng Fuyao, who has always been brilliant. Everyone staggers their attention, gossiping and gossiping, tea and tea, and rapport. More people who love gossip, but All turned their attention to the famous unmarried couple.

Zhan Nancheng asked the grandson Wuji, "Excuse me, I have heard that the prince and Princess Buddha Lian have been married for a long time. Why hasn't there been a big marriage yet? I still count on when I will disturb a glass of wedding wine."

He chuckled, and most of the royal families in the audience heard this sentence and raised their ears.

Princess Buddha Lian slowly put down the tea cup, straightened her waist, lowered her eyelashes, and put her hands on her knees.

In the entire hall, except for the two pairs who were fighting, all eyes were on Changsun Wuji. The originally noisy hall suddenly quieted down strangely.

All eyes were in full view, and Changsun Wuji was silent for a long time without answering.