The night was as cold as water, and Hao Fengshao stared at the wall where Feng Xuanxin sat, motionless. After six years of chasing, he had forgotten why it was so intense. Entering the ancient building, he felt like a walking corpse. When he saw that person again, it still felt like before.
"He must have nothing to gain." Hao Fengshao suddenly thought like this, and then felt a sense of loneliness. So what if he won the battle? Who would he be after that?
"He promised you?" You Jing appeared from behind Hao Fengshao.
"Yeah." Hao Fengshao retracted his reverie, unable to hide the smile on his face.
You Jing glanced at him, not sure if it was because he felt distressed or disdainful, "I think that boy has a slippery tone, and he has no hair on his lips and can't do his job well. Be careful if he lets you down."
Hao Fengshao said: "No, I believe in his character."
You Jing smiled and said, "Very good. However, I still want to remind you that you are never very good at looking at people."
There are still many people who are sleepless late at night. Yingluo did not attend Qi Hanyu's celebration banquet. She is not the head of Qingyun Sword Sect and does not care about the reputation of those in the world. When she saw the lively junior sister coming back drunk, she said funnyly: "Little Tantou,
Did you forget that you will be on stage tomorrow afternoon?"
Yingluo couldn't hold it back and walked over to help her junior sister, "That kid figured out a trick, it's very tricky."
"Then we will definitely lose." Hua Yuchuan lay down on the bed and fell asleep.
Yingluo covered herself with quilt and stood alone at the back window thinking. The move Liang Xiaoqiu used at that time was "One Sword Comes to the West". Yingluo looked back and thought about it carefully. The swordsmanship in Qiyun Sword Pavilion will eventually lead to "One Sword Comes to the West".
"Come up, just like the swordsmanship of Qingyun Sword Sect will eventually reach the "death-seeking sword". Since she can understand the "death-seeking sword", why can't there be an outstanding young man opposite her?
Yingluo gradually realized the "death-seeking sword" after she was defeated by Feng Yufeng in Shenjue. She was conceited and talented, but she didn't care about who died. However, she was a little confused when she saw Liang Xiaoqiu suddenly use "One Sword to the West".
At a loss, they gradually calmed down. If Qiyun Sword Pavilion really hid the "One Sword from the West" move, and Qingyun Sword Sect's "Death Sword" was in their hands, why would they rather be defeated for hundreds of years?
How about turning the situation around without using a trick?
Yingluo knew that Hua Yuchuan would definitely lose when she met Liang Xiaoqiu who used "One Sword from the West". At that time, Lu Jianhua used the "Death Sword" to fight Ouyang Tiefeng to the death. Unexpectedly, Ouyang Tiefeng stopped his hand in time, and the sword force
He swerved and cut off the woman's arm, while he was seriously injured and defeated.
"If I teach Cuicui how to break a sword from the west, the result will be either death or injury." Yingluo sighed secretly, "If we want to die together, with the protection of the four-dimensional mysteries, it will be a draw, but it will make people think that Cuicui is vicious;
If they were injured at the same time, Xiaoqiu would definitely give in after Cuicui broke her arm, or even lose an arm, so why bother?"
But if you lose, it means that you know that the other party has a trick like cheating, but you surrender and you are unwilling to accept it.
Yingluo looked back and smiled sadly, "If I don't give in, what does it have to do with Cuicui?"
Thinking of the tragedy that happened because the Patriarch was unwilling to give in to anything, Yingluo slapped her forehead and said, "Isn't the opportunity left by Patriarch Jianhua just for the sake of reconciliation between the two families? What am I thinking!"
After thinking about this joint, Yingluo smiled, thinking how great it would be to have two people at that time without having to flirt secretly. Then she thought of Lu Qingye, who was interested in her, and suddenly frowned and took something from her arms.
She took out the sapphire wine pot, and her heart was contained in the wine pot.
For six years, that young man who was like the wind would occasionally go to Liangzhou to meet her, and he would hit her as soon as they met. I don't know why, but she said, "It's because of your bad mouth." Yingluo subconsciously made excuses for herself to hit people.
Yingluo leaned against the window and stared blankly, and suddenly she saw a man holding a sword standing on the street and looking intently upstairs. Her heart skipped a beat and she almost fainted. She flew down without even taking the sword.
"The wind is deep." Yingluo's eyebrows were cold.
Feng Xuanxin bared his teeth and smiled, "Miss Yingluo, I'm teasing you again. Oh, just now I looked at you in a daze... No, it was you in a daze, and then I saw you in a daze, what, did you miss me?"
Yingluo didn't like Feng Xuanxin teasing her like this, and said angrily: "Stay away from me."
Feng Xuanxin frowned and said, "I missed you before I came, but I told you to stay away when I came. Hey, a woman's heart is as deep as gold. You can't fathom it. You can't fathom it."
Yingluo laughed. What she was laughing at was that Feng Xuanxin deliberately pronounced "needle" as "gold". That guy wandered around and spoke many dialects. In some places, "gold" and "needle" have the same pronunciation. The mountain people suddenly changed their Mandarin and easily pronounced "needle"
Feng Xuanxin likes to make fun of her when she becomes "gold". She can't change her bad mouth.
"You haven't touched a woman's heart yet, little virgin." Yingluo was not polite at all.
Feng Xuanxin pressed her chest, "Ah, you little virgin, what you say is really hurtful."
"You are looking for death!" Yingluo suddenly slapped her palm, furious. She really couldn't bear Feng Xuanxin turning a blind eye to her thoughts!
"Wow! Seriously!" Feng Xuanxin held her sword and dodged a few moves. She noticed that Yingluo was even more angry and shouted.
Yingluo said angrily: "If you want to survive, use your sword!"
"Wouldn't that make you hurt?" Feng Xuanxin did not change his expression.
Yingluofa slapped her hand hard, "I'm already hurt!"
boom!
Feng Xuanxin received a palm and found that Yingluo was urgently invigorating her energy, so she panicked and said, "What are you doing?"
"Kill you!" Yingluo had no leeway and had to force Feng Xuanxin to use his sword to hurt her.
flutter!
A palm strike to the chest!
Feng Xuanxin took ten steps back and spit out a mouthful of blood!
"You!" Yingluo was shocked and hurriedly caught up, "Why don't you draw your sword?"
Feng Xuanxin sat down, suppressing the pain that felt like needles piercing his guts, and shook his head, "If I draw a sword, you will have to say that I bullied you for not holding a sword."
Yingluo said angrily: "Even if I say it, I'm telling you, who will laugh at you?"
"You can." Feng Xuanxin said.
Yingluo's scalp exploded, "Feng Shen, don't go too far! Don't you even want to give in to me?"
Feng Xuan stroked his heart and said, "I gave in with a palm, why don't you just say a word?"
Yingluo felt inferior, that was not the same thing, but she felt distressed at the same time, "Are you okay?"
Feng Xuanxin was holding back, "I've already vomited blood, how dare you ask if everything is okay."
Yingluo said angrily: "Who told you to have a bad mouth?"
Feng Xuanxin glanced at the beautiful woman who was getting angry again, and sighed helplessly, "Forget it, why did it explode so quickly? Just treat it like you invited me to drink virgin blood."
"You..." Yingluo was caught off guard, her face turned red, "Are you disgusting?"
Feng Xuanxin bared his teeth in a smile and said, "I have a point. The first book they publish is called a debut novel. Why can't the first mouthful of blood I vomit be called a virgin's blood?"
Yingluo was ashamed and annoyed, so she smiled instead of getting angry, "You dead man, sit tight!" Yingluo ordered, sat behind Feng Xuanxin and pushed her for a while, then bravely gave her a hug, "Don't look back, don't speak, just treat it as if it were
I'm holding a dead man."
Feng Xuanxin really wanted to say, "I'm not a dead person, and your big breasts are touching me," but finally stopped, smiled, and looked up, "The two moons are so round."
Hua Yuchuan, who was upstairs, looked up and saw the first quarter moon in the western sky, and thought to himself: How can there be two of them? And they are not round either.