Chapter four hundred and sixty seventh love in troubled times
The clouds and clouds in the sky have disappeared, infecting the human world.
The martial arts heroes of Li Kingdom gradually dispersed, but there were still tens of thousands of people from the major sects of the Right Way, who retreated from Taiyue City to the Confucian stronghold of Nanyin Academy.
Nanyin Academy is located in Ruzhi Mountain in the east of Chang'an Road. It has high mountains and long ancient roads... The academy has many buildings but cannot accommodate tens of thousands of people, so the righteous army can only camp along the mountain.
Tens of thousands of tents of lights are scattered across the mountain, and the night scene is as vivid as a shadow.
The sky is dyed red, making the stars dim a little.
Jiang Xiaohu was sitting on the edge of the cliff, holding a wine gourd in his hand and a calm-colored ancient sword beside him.
After taking a sip of wine and letting the moonlight enter your throat, people gradually become like their predecessors.
"Why is our boss drinking alone here?"
The voice is gentle and makes people feel relaxed.
Jiang Xiaohu, who was half drunk, turned his head and saw a girl in a white dress walking over, looking like a light cloud in the moonlight.
"Qianqian, you are here."
Jiang Xiaohu was already a little drunk, and his tone of voice was more frivolous and lazy than usual.
"Why do you think you've learned how to drink to drown your sorrows?"
Yang Qianqian walked to Jiang Xiaohu, sat down, and snatched the wine gourd from Jiang Xiaohu's hand.
"Eh……"
Jiang Xiaohu stretched out his hand to say something, but was glared at by the girl and held back.
Yang Qianqian looked at Jiang Xiaohu's appearance and couldn't help but smile happily.
Jiang Xiaohu saw the girl smiling like this and started laughing himself.
At this moment, the two of them seemed to have passed through a long time and returned to Yunchen City a long time ago.
They looked at each other and smiled, then sat side by side.
The moonlight is like water, clear and gentle.
One person drinks the moonlight and the intense soju in one gulp, and the picture carries a subtle tenderness.
"Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like if there weren't so many things going on. We would always be regarded as our trouble-making little secretary guard in Yunchen. You wouldn't be the boss, and I wouldn't be unable to see you for a long time.
you."
After a few sips of wine, Miss Qianqian became a little drunk. She put her hand on Jiang Xiaohu's shoulder and talked nonchalantly.
Jiang Xiaohu lowered his head and did not answer.
Taking advantage of her drunkenness, Yang Qianqian stretched out her hands to hold Jiang Xiaohu's cheeks and turned his face away.
For a moment, the girl seemed to have breathed in a piece of ice, flowing down her throat and into her heart.
The silent Master of the Hanging Sword had tears in his eyes, and the tears that he held back were reflecting the crystal light under the moonlight.
In a daze, the current Master of Xuanjian overlapped with that meek young man who was not good at talking.
"Little Tiger..."
The girl in white softly called the boy's name.
Jiang Xiaohu looked at Yang Qianqian, the scene in his eyes blurred by tears.
"I really hope none of this happened..."
"I originally wanted to be a hero like Master, but now I don't want anything else..."
"Can you just be an ordinary guard... I come and go in Yunchen every day, everyone is here... Master is here..."
Even Yang Qianqian did not expect that Jiang Xiaohu, who was already an absolute leader in front of others, would look like this.
Thousands of thoughts became emotions that could not be expressed in words at this moment. The girl turned the current master of Xuanjian into her arms and patted his shoulder gently.
Jiang Xiaohu didn't expect that his emotions would suddenly lose control. It was probably because the pressure at this time was too great. When he calmed down, he realized that he had been hugged.
In fact, both of them felt a little overwhelmed after they recovered. Let's hold him... I feel a little embarrassed. Let's bring him here... I'm afraid it will be even more embarrassing.
That's it...the two of them thought so.
On another cliff of the mountain, Xu Fu and Zhidao Lin were sitting opposite each other, with two cups of tea in front of them.
"Sometimes I wonder if we are putting too much pressure on these young people."
Zhi Daolin has often reflected on himself since the battle at Cixin Zen Forest, and his temperament has changed a lot.
Xu Fu smiled gently and raised his glass to drink tea:
"Monk King must know that these pressures do not come from you and me, but from this... troubled world."
"Ha, that's right. In such troubled times, who can take control of one's life?"
The mountains are full of torches burning towards the sky, flickering on and off; the stars in the sky are twinkling like brilliant diamonds on black silk.
Jiang Xiaohu hugged Yang Qianqian for a long time, and then let go. His face was slightly hot and he didn't know what to say.
Finally, Jiang Xiaohu stumbled and spoke:
"I...actually..."
Yang Qianqian didn't wait for Jiang Xiaohu to finish speaking, then reached out and handed over a sachet.
"For you...you always put yourself in danger, you must pay attention to safety."
The girl spoke in a loud voice, handed the sachet into Jiang Xiaohu's hand, then stood up and left quickly.
Jiang Xiaohu watched the girl's back go away, then looked back at the sachet in her hand, with the word "peace" embroidered on it with some unskilled needlework.
Looking deeply at it, as if he wanted to carve these two words into his heart, Jiang Xiaohu put the sachet in his arms, sat on the cliff and looked at the distant stars.
Yang Qianqian left the cliff and walked back to her tent. Passing by the woods, she suddenly stopped.
"How is he?"
Feng Ning of Shu also held a wine flask in one hand and a long sword in the other hand, resting on his knees, looking carefree.
During the battle at the Shentian Ruins, Feng Ning was possessed by a spirit demon. Now his cultivation has advanced rapidly and he has reached the peak of the fourth level.
"If you care about him, go find him yourself."
After Yang Qianqian finished speaking, she left directly.
Feng Ning looked at the girl's back and took another sip of wine.
"Do I care about him..."
I care about you...
A mountain like Zhizhi, with thousands of lights at night, hides so much tenderness and loneliness.
At the foot of the mountain, a wisp of ghost energy condensed and turned into the figure of the Ghost Lord, standing with his hands behind his back, slowly climbing the mountain.
Xu Fu and Zhidao Lin sensed this and moved to the foot of the mountain to look at the person coming.
"The Ghost Lord is here in person, does he still want to pursue you?"
The Ghost Lord wore a mask and smiled slightly:
"No, I want to discuss a cooperation with Li Guo."
…
At the same time, outside the [Wind and Rain Tower] where [Sacred Heart Gate] was stationed, it was a deep dark night with turbulent sky clouds.
Since Liguo fell into chaos, the Sacred Heart Sect has hardly appeared and has not been involved in any incidents, so the world has not paid much attention to the Sacred Heart Sect.
The Sacred Heart Sect gathered its forces, and the four Holy Spirits, the Six Immortal Lords, and the Twenty-Eight Palaces did not set foot in the world, and no one came to provoke them.
But at this moment, what comes to the door of the Sacred Heart is the true pinnacle of martial arts.
This is - Shushan!
The towering Shu Mountain hangs upside down, surrounded by towering clouds, facing the stars and moonlight in the sky. It slowly descends from the invisible nine heavens. Its grand momentum causes strong winds to rise in the plains below.
Qinglong Qiuye and Xuanwu Zhenmo, who were guarding the Fengyu Tower, suddenly felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy and stood up with nervous expressions on their faces.
In the Holy Spirit Sea, the white tiger and the Suzaku also quickly flew out, and in the Holy Spirit Sea, the Sacred Heart Sect's army mobilized.
However... everyone in the world knows the terrifying power of the Monster World Pagoda towering over the world. Even if the Sacred Heart Sect is responding urgently, everyone also knows that if they really want to go to war with Heaven, today will be the day when the Sacred Heart Sect will be destroyed.
"what happened?"
The white tiger brings disaster. Mu Hanguang raised his head and looked at the upside-down mountain peak that looked like a miracle.
Gu Beizhen shook his head:
"I don't know...but it looks like the person who came here is evil..."
After Gu Beizhen said this, he felt a chill in his heart. The Sacred Heart Sect had never offended the Heavenly Court, so why did he come to the Sect?
Fortunately, at this moment, Chu Qingni dressed in red walked out of the hundreds of millions of fireflies in the Holy Spirit Sea and came to the weather tower.
"Miss, the other party is Heaven... You'd better go back to the Holy Spirit Sea and wait for the sect master to leave seclusion."
Qinglong Lieye looked at Chu Qingni approaching and spoke with concern.
Chu Qingni smiled at him, looked up at the magnificent Shushan Mountain in the brilliant starry sky, and said:
"I want to see the leader of Heaven who is here."
As soon as Chu Qingni said these words, all the disciples of the Sacred Heart felt cold in their hearts.
The Monster World Pagoda stands tall in the Northern Wulin, and all the big and small events in the world have proven that the leader of the Heavenly Court is at least an innate person. With Chu Qingni's words like this, it is impossible to say that the Heavenly Court will bloodbath the Sacred Heart Gate today.
However... what shocked the Four Holy Spirits was... a brilliant rainbow light actually fell from Shushan Mountain and reached the edge of the weather tower.
Four Holy Spirits: "???"
Chu Qingni smiled when she saw it, and walked forward with her hands behind her back, preparing to step into the rainbow light.
"Miss……"
Seeing this, Gu Beizhen still spoke up.
Chu Qingni turned her head and smiled brightly at everyone:
"Don't worry, everyone, I'll be back when I go."
The rainbow light gathered, bringing Chu Qingni to the hanging mountain peak, and landed in the middle of the white jade square outside the Shushan Hall.
The girl in red looked around. She saw that this place was solemn and holy, filled with the spirit of fairy spirits. Except for the mysterious man wearing a black and white feather cloak and a majestic mask in front of her, there was no one else.
Taking a step forward and walking in front of the mysterious man, Chu Qingni deliberately made a fierce expression:
"What's wrong with you? You made such a big fuss in front of my house. Do you want to tear down my house?"
"That's not good. If you are homeless, I can take you in."
Han Feng took off his mask with a smile and took a step forward to get closer to the girl in red.
Chu Qingni didn't expect that this guy would become so thick-skinned after not seeing him for so long. She was suddenly panicked by the close approach. She took a step back and looked aside:
"Don't come here. If you have something to say, just talk about it. Don't do this with me."
"Sure enough, I can't hide anything from Miss Chu," Han Feng said and bowed lightly, "I was just thinking of borrowing some of the Sacred Heart Sect's rare items [Holy Infant Blood] from you."
"Blood of the Holy Infant?"
Upon hearing this, Chu Qingni thought about the rumors in heaven and instantly guessed Han Feng's plan. She showed a clear expression, smiled at the corner of her mouth, nodded and looked at Han Feng: