A purple aura floated around Mrs. Huaying. The girl with two swords endured the pain and swung her sword to stab her. The ghost-faced Rakshasa jumped back and was already ten feet away.
"You can't bear to let him go?" Sweat oozed from Mrs. Hua Ying's forehead. The person she should see will eventually have to meet again, even if it takes another eight years. Then Mrs. Hua Ying looked at the ghost-faced Rakshasa in the distance and asked, "
Who are you?"
Neither of the two people standing in front of her was a good person, not to mention that the identity of this ghost-faced Rakshasa was unknown.
The woman in colorful clothes put the knife back into the piano case, lowered her body, and gently stroked Yaowuan's face with her hand. Then she heard the woman in colorful clothes spoke softly but with sorrow, and whispered: "It's not even ten years, but you have really become a real person."
I have forgotten, why should I save you if you are such a heartless person?"
"Is this boy your old lover?" The ghost-faced Rakshasa's voice was low and like a hungry wolf in the wilderness. When the wind blew away his voice, it sounded more like a ghost crying from the depths of hell.
The woman in colorful clothes looked at the ghost-faced Rakshasa. Although she was wary in her heart, her tone was respectful and asked: "Who is the senior, and why would he take action?"
The ghost-faced Rakshasa laughed and said: "I am entrusted by others. Although this boy is rude, I have to repay the kindness of the person who entrusted me."
"Even if you take him away today, you can't save him. Don't you know?" The purple air around Mrs. Huaying became more and more intense, and the flowers and leaves that were floating by withered and dispersed when encountering the purple air.
crack.
The woman in colorful clothes stood up and looked at Mrs. Huaying. There was no hatred in her eyes, instead, there was a kind of envy: "You and I both know what methods should be used to treat this kind of poison."
"Indeed, you and I both know, but you also know that it is impossible for a fairy to take action for a man, let alone a man who once tried to abduct her maid."
Hearing Mrs. Huaying's words, the woman in colorful clothes chuckled, her voice turned cold for a moment, and asked: "Abducted? Where is Hua Wuxin?"
"You..." The anger beside Mrs. Huaying gradually faded, and she turned around, "This place is more than 1,500 miles away from Taohua Temple. Even if you have a horse that can travel thousands of miles a day, you can't do it."
It is impossible to send him to Taohua Temple within twelve hours..."
"Fifteen hundred miles? It's indeed far away. A horse can't do it, so how can a human being do it?" The ghost-faced Rakshasa picked up Yaowu, "The cause of everything today has been sown, and there will be bad retribution in the future. It's not inevitable.
It’s just that the time has not yet come.”
Seeing the woman in colorful clothes preparing to leave, Mrs. Huaying took two steps forward. Her expression and tone showed her reluctance, and asked: "Where are you going?"
Unable to hear the emotion of the woman in colorful clothes, she clearly uttered a few words: "Senior, please take him to Peach Blossom Temple."
Hearing Peach Blossom Nunnery, Mrs. Huaying felt as if she had been struck by a bolt from the blue. There was a bit of anxiety in her voice, and she said: "Idiot, even if this senior has the ability of the Ghost Snitch in the past, the fairy will not see him when he comes to Peach Blossom Nunnery."
I won’t even save him.”
Before the woman in colorful clothes could speak, the ghost-faced Rakshasa snorted and said disdainfully: "Whether Fairy Peach Blossom is willing to save him or not is one thing. If you talk about the skills of the Ghost Snitch, in the old days, he was always two steps behind me.
There is more than enough feet."
Mrs. Huaying was speechless for a moment, opening and closing her mouth for a long time, and finally there was only one word: "You..."
The woman in colorful clothes took off the black knife from her back and presented it to the ghost-faced Rakshasa with both hands: "This knife is the most precious treasure of Taohua Temple. Although I don't know who the senior is, I will definitely help him if he is willing to save him at this time."
It will harm him. If the senior actually arrives at Peach Blossom Nunnery, the fairy may not be willing to come out. At that time, the senior will offer this knife and make it clear that the sinner will return to the nunnery to be punished within three days and will only ask the fairy to save him!"
"Keep this knife. Fairy Peach Blossom will betray her savior to save face." After saying this, the ghost-faced Rakshasa flashed away and disappeared with the wind, leaving only the woman in colorful clothes and Mrs. Huaying.
"Don't you recognize this man?" Mrs. Hua Ying said with a hint of frivolity, "A few days ago, the Dragon Yao Sword showed up again, and now there is a man who was even more powerful than the Ghost Snitch last year. Can't you guess it?
?”
"Is there a flying thief who is comparable to the Lord of Dragon Yao? That is Gui Wushuang."
Mrs. Huaying shook her head again and said regretfully: "Unfortunately, Yaowu is destined to die. Even if Gui Wushuang does arrive at Taohua Temple within twelve hours, he will not be able to see the fairy."
The woman in colorful clothes frowned slightly and asked, "The fairy refuses to see him?"
"You are wrong. If I take Hwarang to ask the fairy to save him, the fairy will make things difficult for me, but he will save Hwarang. What Yaowu did is worse than Hwarang, and the fairy will still save him. You and I follow the fairy like this
After many years, you still don’t understand that she is hard-spoken and soft-hearted.”
Then, the woman in colorful clothes thought of something that made her panic, and her voice became frightened, and she asked: "The fairy is not in the nunnery!"
"Hehehehe, hehehehe..." Mrs. Huaying looked up to the sky and smiled, "Yes, Hwarang said that seven days ago, someone saw a woman in the inner palace with a red scarf and silver armor and a silver sword on her back.
, who else could this person be if he wasn’t a fairy?”
The woman in colorful clothes looked at Mrs. Huaying with a fierce look in her eyes and asked: "Are you sure that the fairy's old illness will relapse in these days..."
"I never calculated or thought that Gui Wushuang would take action to save him. It just happened that the fairy was suffering from an old illness. These days, the person named Bai Lu should be incarnate in hunting down those heartless people."
"Madam, what is this man's plan?" The girl holding the sword seemed restless and kept playing with the sword in her hand.
"You all stand down. Together you can't defeat my sister, let alone the famous Ghostly Crying Sword in her hand."
The girl holding the sword reluctantly stepped aside. She was expecting a good fight between Mrs. Huaying and the woman in colorful clothes. Unexpectedly, the woman in colorful clothes jumped back and then moved further and further away.
The girl holding the sword watched the woman in colorful clothes go away, frowning slightly, and asked anxiously: "Madam, this..."
Looking at the departing figures of her former sisters, Mrs. Huaying's eyes were full of emotions, and finally she just said: "Let her go. You are still young. When you are older, when you fall in love with a man, the most painful thing is not that man."
I failed you, but that man died in front of you."
In the end, even though her unique rose incense hurt her sister's lover, her sister still did not draw a sword against her.
Speaking of another person, Leng Buyu sat on a pine tree and sharpened his nails with a cowhide-colored dagger. This pine tree is really a towering tree, nearly four feet high. And the place where this tree grows is also quite tall.
Strange, looking down from the branches, you can see the bottomless valley, which also grows on the cliff. When I was young, I heard Zhuge Ding say that before Mu Hanlou came here, there were countless sects and organizations, big and small, spanning three years.
Over a hundred years ago, the earliest record of this tree was five hundred years ago.
It's funny that a tree can witness the rise and fall of mortals. Leng Buyu also wanted to split the pine tree and make it into a wooden tablet, but then
None of them did this.
A voice asked: "Buyu, can you see the inner palace of the imperial city from above?"
Leng Buyu didn't even look under the tree, but just responded casually: "How do you know if you can see it if you don't come up and take a look yourself?"
The man under the tree laughed and said, "It's cold at high places, you name it."
Leng Buyu shook his head and replied: "I can't see. Although there are no mountains blocking the front, there is a white cloud lingering in front of me, which is an eyesore."
"Have you heard that hundreds of years ago, or more, a thousand years ago, the king at that time gave each of the two princes a sapling. After the king died, the princes fought siblingly, and the eldest prince won. He did not execute his younger brother.
, but demoted him to a commoner. When the little prince left, he took away a scroll of paintings and his own saplings."
Leng Buyu laughed and said: "Wouyou, don't say that there is a tree like this on a mountain peak somewhere in Jingzhou."
Unexpectedly, Zun Wuyou under the tree nodded slightly and continued: "A year later, the eldest prince began to miss his younger brother, but the little prince who was demoted to a commoner had already disappeared from the world, so he had no choice but to plant that tree to comfort him.
After leaving, the little prince traveled around the mountains and rivers, and finally saw the scenery on this mountain peak, so he planted the tree here. Hundreds and thousands of years have passed, both princes have turned to ashes, but the tree has become a towering figure...
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Leng Buyu fell gently from the tree and put the dagger in his hand back into the sheath on his chest: "I can tell at a glance that you have never planted a tree. How can the saplings still be used after such a long time? You can do it too.
Go up and have a look yourself and see what the prince sees in his eyes. It’s time for me to return to Hancheng."
Zun Wuyou shook his head and just said: "Be careful with everything."
After Leng Buyu left, Zun Wuyou was leaning on the big tree alone. He didn't climb to the top of the tree, but looked under the tree. When the wind blew, he couldn't help but feel a biting cold. Zun Wuyou couldn't help but sigh, with sadness in his eyes.
, said: "It's extremely cold at high places."
Having said that, let’s talk about Lincheng Hangwai Peach Blossom Temple the next day.
In the early morning, Shang Qing washed up as usual and then began to inspect Peach Blossom Temple. Peach Blossom Temple is not big, and there are only thirty or forty disciples in the nunnery. Although there are few people, they are indeed as beautiful as gods. Shang Qing is that kind of cold.
A beautiful woman, she is really as beautiful as a peach and as cold as ice.
Unlike other girls who had to apply makeup after washing, she simply cut willow branches soaked in water to clean her teeth, and then washed her face with warm water. She sat in front of the bronze mirror and began to comb her hair.
It's not as good as bright water, so you can't see all the colors, but you can only see her long hair, which is smooth and beautiful.
Just when I walked out of the boudoir to go around the nunnery, I heard a sound, like a huge stone falling to the ground. Insects and birds were frightened and flew away. Insects and birds chirped endlessly, and the originally peaceful Peach Blossom Nunnery suddenly became noisy.
Shang Qing pushed hard under his feet and jumped directly from the second floor. After a few ups and downs, he rushed towards the nunnery gate.
Those disciples who came after hearing the sound also arrived at the nunnery gate. When they arrived, they saw a ghost-faced Rakshasa in black holding a man in white standing upright outside the door. The Rakshasa mask looked so fierce that it made people fear, and he
The man in his arms had a pale face and purple lips, as if he was about to die soon.
A charming disciple shouted and asked: "Who disturbed Taohua Temple and ruined my place of cultivation?"
The voice of the ghost-faced Rakshasa was devoid of emotion, and his words were clear to human ears: "The dying person comes and asks the Peach Blossom Fairy to help him."