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In the middle of the seat, next to the patriarch An Yuntian, that peerless graceful figure is sitting peacefully. Her beauty is completely different from An Ruorong's. An Ruorong is calm, gentle and calm, but her beauty is confusing and has spring tide.
The surge is refreshing, but also has the quiet beauty of winter ice and snow. Her facial features and limbs are like the most beautiful masterpieces in the world. The most noble and pure blood has forged the infinite luxury in her movements.
But there is an indescribable air of death in her beauty. Yes, it is the air of death, like the withered beauty of thousands of leaves, a faint and undecidable gloom that melts her.
The whole temperament.
She was already too thin, and the inner demon in her body had tortured her for too long. As she got older, the guilt in her heart almost swallowed her up. A pair of beautiful jade flawless
Her eyes were blankly looking at the fierce competition in the paddock, but she couldn't make any waves in her heart.
She is the young master of the An family, the only heir to the top sect in the mainland, but she has never experienced any happiness in these years. The flowers are like brocade, the prosperity is like a dream, the endless glory and respect are like clouds to her, she
I feel like a duckweed in the water, and it seems that I may wither and die at any time...
Everything in the paddock seemed to have nothing to do with her. Even on this grand day, all she cared about was her brother who she cared about day and night. She thought about it day and night, foolishly, like a dying old woman.
Thinking about the past.
Over the years, she has wanted to go back to the Southern Barbarian tribe again and again to have a look. She even set foot in the pass several times, but in the end she did not have the courage to enter the familiar place of her childhood.
She has been deceiving herself. She told herself that she must never betray her family or her ancestors, and she must never meet the king and grandson of the Ancient Underworld... But deep down in her heart, she couldn't understand the reason why she didn't dare to set foot.
The final reason was just because she was afraid that things would change and people would be different in the future, so she heard the bad news that her brother was no longer alive.
The fragility of her heart made her unable to tolerate the heaviness, and she was so afraid to face the facts.
Although she expected that her helpless brother would not live long, she would rather cling to a fantasy like this. However, since she confided her feelings to An Biyue, the third commander of the outer courtyard, An Biyue's words seemed to
This last illusion was shattered...
"Poof!" An Peirong, who was sitting on the seat, suddenly trembled. She bent over and held it in her palms, but there was a handful of bright red blood.
"Young Master! What's wrong with you!"
Everyone around was alarmed, among which An Biyue and An Ruorong were the most important, and they rushed directly to the front.
"Young Master..." Miss Bi choked up when she saw An Peirong's appearance.
An Jianhong, the commander-in-chief behind, rushed in and shouted anxiously: "Young Master! I will take you down to recover from your injuries!"
"It's okay." An Peirong just shook her head slowly, brushed her hands and whispered: "It's okay, it's just an old illness, it's not a problem."
An Ruorong handed over a handkerchief and said softly: "Young Master, it is very windy and cold at such a high place. You have always been weak, so you should let the commander take you down."
"You all go back to your seats, I still have to finish watching this Jingcha." An Peirong was very stubborn.
On the other side, Tang Wanxuan suddenly stood up and came over slowly. He calmly took out a porcelain bottle of spiritual liquid and said, "Miss Pei, why don't you take this porcelain bottle of green loose flower liquid, which should help you recover."
When he came here, he handed the porcelain bottle directly to An Ruorong who was aside. He smiled slightly at An Ruorong, his handsome face showing a deep charm and coquettishness.
His charming smile has fascinated many girls, but An Ruorong is an exception.
"Thank you, Master Tang." An Ruorong glanced at Tang Wanxuan lightly, took the spiritual liquid, and said thank you politely.
Elder Min Ge said with an moved expression: "Could it be that the green loose flower liquid is the holy healing medicine that is widely rumored in your palace?"
"It's not worth mentioning." Tang Wanxuan smiled slightly, his demeanor was very elegant.
"Young Palace Master is truly a generous person." Other pavilion elders said.
"Where, where." Tang Wanxuan smiled calmly, glanced at An Ruorong again, and then slowly returned to the seat over there. Dugu Wugou on the seat nodded slowly.
An Yuntian, the patriarch next to him, glanced at An Peirong and felt pity for him. He didn't say anything, just sighed softly. He knew in his heart that An Peirong was suffering from an incurable heart disease.
At the same time, Mr. Minge said calmly: "Young Master, don't be brave about this injury. Everyone is doing it for your own good. Our huge An family is waiting for you to inherit it. If you have any shortcomings, it's not just you.
Personal matters are the foundation of my entire An family."
When Minge elder spoke, the other four elders, Zhuo, Xing, Qin, and Yu, all echoed and advised An Peirong to live well and take care.
Only Mr. Jiange did not speak. He glanced at An Peirong unbearably and sighed in his heart. He knew very well that the illness of young master An Peirong was forced by this family and the elders of Minge.
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He and Mr. Xuange seemed to be heretics among the eight elders. They sympathized with the young master, but it did not help.
Mr. Min Ge said calmly: "Since Young Master insists on staying here, it's better to stay and watch the competition." He looked like he was relying on his elders. Although he said "Young Master" in his mouth very respectfully, it was revealed in his bones that
Mild disdain for this junior An Peirong.
Zhuoge Lao said: "Young Master, now the top three masters have come out. They are all our descendants from the Eight Great Pavilions. Their disciples from the Nine Peaks either lost in the competition, or they can't even cross the mountain gorge."
Mr. Xingge said: "It is a great honor for them to win the battle between the clan leader and the young master. There will be a leadership battle later, and all the disciples will definitely show their true abilities in front of the young master."
Mr. Qin Ge said: "In my opinion, the leader is An Liang of Chongwen Pavilion. An Ling of the Commandment Pavilion should not be able to compare with him." He continued to say to Mr. Jiange: "Brother Jian, I am not targeting you, the Commandment Pavilion."
, just a random guess."
Jiange Lao smiled lightly and said: "It's nothing. An Liang has been recognized by a magic weapon from Senior Brother Min. I'm afraid his strength is even stronger now."
Suddenly I heard Mr. Yuge say: "As far as I'm concerned, in the future, Jingcha will not have to worry about the disciples of Jiufeng so much. It can be done by the disciples of the eight major pavilions in this palace."
"It seems to be true. Before the Beijing Investigation, all the top three positions were occupied by my descendants from the Eight Great Pavilions. It doesn't seem to matter whether Jiu Feng participates in the war or not." Several pavilion elders agreed one after another.
An Yuntian, the patriarch on the other side, smiled faintly and said nothing. How could he not know that several pavilion elders were relying on their elders and putting pressure on him invisibly? Since it was said that the disciples of Jiufeng did not need to participate, then the disciples with foreign surnames naturally did not need to participate.
said.
Suddenly I heard Mr. Qin Ge say: "Look! An Liang has defeated An Xin, and now he is fighting with An Ling. If he can defeat An Ling again, then An Liang will be the leader of the Jingcha this year!"
"An Liang is truly worthy of the title of the best master among the younger generation of the Eight Great Pavilions. Everyone, look at how skillfully he performs Yuliu Swordsmanship and Cangwu Swordsmanship."
Among the elders, Minge has the most seniority and reputation, and Anliang is Minge's nephew, so everyone can't help but say good things when they talk. Minge also benefited from it, and Anliang won the title.
As the leader of the Cijing Cha, he has a good face, and he can also look good in front of the two heretics Xuan Ge Lao and Jiange Lao.
Suddenly, I heard a voice on the other side say coldly: "An Liang, looking at the Eastern Region, he is considered a powerful figure among the younger generation, but in front of Master Tang, you'd better not say these words."
When Tang Wanxuan next to him heard this, he was not humble, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
The person who spoke was none other than Dugu Wugou, who had been silent all this time. She looked graceful and luxurious, and when she spoke these words, she seemed even more imposing. Logically speaking, these words were simply humiliating the An family, but her words
, no one dared to respond, and all the elders of the six major pavilions who were eloquent just now stopped talking. They did not even look at Dugu Wugou, and all of them had weird expressions.
Because Dugu Wugou's identity is so special, not only because of the unique relationship between Dugu Wugou and An's family, but also because of Dugu Wugou's own noble identity...
When An Ruorong saw Dugu Wugou getting mad, she couldn't help but turn around and call out: "Mother..." She wanted to persuade her, but she met Tang Wanxuan's unabashed, direct and fiery gaze. She
He lowered his head slightly, turned around, and said no more.
She couldn't help but look to the south again, sighed slightly, and felt a sense of disappointment in her heart - after all, the person she was waiting for broke her promise and did not come...
(ps: I’m asking for leave. I have something urgent to do today, so I got it a little late. The third update will arrive later!) (To be continued)