Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 6: Let me go pain
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“Oh?” Meng Fuyao looked up and asked with a smile, “Who is your brother Yan? I haven’t heard of it.”
Everyone was in an uproar again. They all felt that this kid was either ignorant of life or pretending to be stupid. Shangyuan Shuangbi has recently gained fame, and she is an incomparable couple in martial arts. Yan Jingchen is even Xuanyuan three. How could anyone have not heard of the new head of Xuan Yuanzong, one of the Great Sword Sect?
Meng Fuyao was only smiling, smiling warmly and innocently. The young man thought she was timid, and couldn’t help feeling a little proud. He sneered, “That’s your nameless generation, ignorant and ignorant. Have you heard of it? You insulted my Senior Brother Yan, Senior Sister Pei, just because you have trouble with my Xuan Yuanzong. We adults don’t care about you in large numbers, so we just kneel down and kowtow.”
“Spit!”
A brittle bone spat out and splashed on the boy’s face, rubbing his greasy look.
Meng Fuyao gave this arrogant boy the simplest answer.
Immediately, she turned her head and smiled at Yalanzhu and Yunhen, “Let’s go, I am in a good mood and don’t want to fight.”
Yun Hen has been silent since he heard Yan Jingchen’s name, Youtong’s dim light flashed, and she stood up silently.
“Stop!”
The young man didn’t even think that someone would dare to be so presumptuous to Xuan Yuanzong. His face was stunned for a moment before he reacted. The eyes of the crowd were full of anger and smoke, and the sword flashed without saying anything. The sound, straight to the heart of Meng Fu shake.
His sword power is extremely fierce, there is a slight thunder when he dances, and when his wrist shakes, there are several sword flowers, dazzling and shiny, and there is a burst of applause in the restaurant.
Someone shouted, “Lei Dong Jue! It deserves to be the world’s top martial arts mentality!”
Some kind drinkers exclaimed, “Be careful, run away!”
Amidst the noise, sharp sword light reached Meng Fuyao’s heart, and the wind was so fierce that it was bound to poke Meng Fuyao through.
Meng Fuyao walked straight forward as if he hadn’t seen or heard anything.
The sighs of some people are about to escape from their throats.
However, their sigh was only halfway through, and then suddenly stopped, and then slowly widened their eyes.
Ahead.
The wind suddenly stopped.
The sword light is like falling flowers withered instantly.
The long sword of 100-refined steel was firmly pinched in Meng Fuyao’s palm. She pinched the sword like a piece of slime, carelessly.
The draught wind swept her long hair, she approached the tip of the sword slightly, looking at it as if being near-sighted, and then lightly swiping it.
The long sword made of stainless steel was suddenly squeezed by her to lengthen it into a thin steel wire, and then Meng Fuyao went around three times to form an animal shape, squinted, and nodded in satisfaction.
Everyone in the restaurant took a sigh of relief, with some sharp eyes, vaguely remembering the moment when Jian Guang was only a few minutes away from Meng Fuyao’s heart, she suddenly raised her hand, her black sleeves gleamed and her eyes couldn’t be captured. The phantom shadow caught the tip of the young man’s sword in an instant.
Raising his hand, he caught the fast sword attached to the thunder-moving tactics mental technique. What kind of vision and internal strength does this require?
In the arena, when did such a young master appear?
The few Shangyuan martial artists who were very public just now were all dumbed, and looked at each other in a little panic. They thought that based on Xuan Yuanzong’s vigorous and vigorous style these days, the new head of the world’s unique thunder movement technique , The leader of the Zhenwu Conference came to capture, and I didn’t want an inconspicuous young man in the restaurant today to raise his hand to frustrate Xuan Yuanzong’s most popular disciple in recent days.
The rest of the drinkers are all excited. It seems that this year’s Zhenwu Conference is not as unsuspecting as imagined.
The young man whose long sword was turned into a flower by Meng Fuyao froze there, staring at Meng Fuyao in disbelief. Weaving it with steel wire slowly, Meng Fuyao weighed the pair of dogs in his palms and threw it on In his arms, he said lightly, “Xuanyuan faction will always only hurt people behind their backs. Please play a decent trick next time. Also, this pair of dogs will help me bring you the head, count as I give A gift from their husband and wife.”
She clapped her hands, turned and walked away, a humiliating roar suddenly came from behind, and then a flash of “chaps”, a black hairy needle shot from the bottom of the boy’s sleeve, hitting three of them.
Meng Fuyao ignored it, Ya Lanzhu snorted, and when she was about to take a shot, she was pulled by Meng Fuyao, and the sleeves of the cloud marks at the end were thrown out like steel plates, and the thin needles fell silently, the color of the needles was blue. It was very poisonous at first glance, Yun Hen looked back coldly, without saying a word, the cold Youtong stared at the young man who attacked behind again. The sparks in his eyes, the cold light was terrifying, and the young man was shocked. Shivering, couldn’t help taking a step back.
When he retreated, he suddenly found that Meng Fuyao, who was still at the front door, stood silently behind him.
He was shocked, he suddenly jumped away, but he was already a step too late, and Meng Fuyao said coldly behind him, “Those who don’t accept the lesson must teach you a heavier lesson.”
She raised her hand and flicked her fingers out. Her movements seemed unpleasant. The young man stared at her hand, but found that the gesture was all-encompassing. No matter which direction he fled, he couldn’t dodge her next move. He His eyes widened in horror, and the chill penetrated my heart for an instant.
“Hey.”
There was a slight cracking noise, blood spattered, and a miserable howl of “Ah!”
As soon as Meng Fuyao shot, he wore the juvenile pipa bone.
Withdrawing his hand, Meng Fuyao coldly looked down at the rolling young man covering his shoulders, and said, “You offend me, and you won’t be punished for this. However, you are not only arrogant, but you are also arrogant and murderous. People like you will Martial arts, sooner or later more people will suffer, so I will work hard and solve you.”
The ground was full of blood, like a freehand brushwork, Meng Fuyao stood on the blood, his tone was calm and sullen, the people in the restaurant held their breath, and they were so quiet that a needle fell on the ground. They could all hear that they were watching Meng Fuyao seriously at this moment, only to realize that this inconspicuous young man, once he used force, he was full of iron and blood and brutality, and he knew at first sight that he had rushed through the pile of bones in the mountain of blood. Elites of hundred battles.
Several boastful Shangyuan martial artists have slipped away quietly, and the rest of the young boy’s companion shrank and lifted him up. The boy was also stiff, so painful that he was tossing and turning on the ground without groaning and sweating profusely. Staring at Meng Fuyao with a scorched yellow face, he gritted his teeth and hissed, “…Xuan Yuan…the dignity of the sect cannot tolerate…insults, leave your…name, the head of the sect Yan…should be the same… Return!”
Leave your name.
Meng Fuyao raised his head slightly, watching the sun outside the restaurant as promised, the bright sun spreading out in front of her like water, showing the warmth of a young man bowing his head in the heavy rain that year; showing her on the night of the break on Xuanyuan Mountain The sleeves of a sword split; appearing in a sneak attack by Lin Xuanyuan in the martial arts field regardless of his identity; appearing in the back cave, Pei Yuan stretched out his hand and pushed her down the cliff.
Those have passed, but they also represent the beginning years of concealing their origin.
In those years, Meng Fuyao, she was a **** that anyone could despise, a trash that was despised by a happy man, and the object of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect’s joint efforts to insult.
Time is surging, fate is changing, and the ugly and useless ugly woman who was originally insignificant, now is the time for Xuan Yuan to hear her name clearly.
Meng Fuyao laughed brightly and violently.
She bowed her head to look at the young man, Lang Lang said, “Tell Yan Jingchen, I Meng Fuyao, accept your challenge, and resolve to trample on your dignity under Xuanyuan Sect. He had better pack up and leave Tiansha quickly, otherwise, I will Let there be no Xuanyuan in the history of martial arts.”
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When Meng Fuyao returned to the house from the inn, he suddenly realized that Tiecheng had rushed back with his guard, and there was a man in the main hall sitting slowly drinking tea.
This person is white like snow and has a clean temperament. He uses his own teacup and drinks his single-use tea. Within three feet of him, let alone people, he dare not even approach a fly.
Zong Yue.
When Meng Fuyao saw him, his instinct was to make a detour. He just turned half of his body and heard the poisonous tongue say lightly, “I haven’t seen him for a while, and General Meng’s ability to provoke peach blossoms has increased. People.”
Yun Hen raised his eyebrows, his eyes flashed with anger, Meng Fuyao pulled his sleeves, and said in a low voice, “This man has this virtue, ignore him, it’s a doctor anyway, you can use it.” He turned and smiled. , “Yeah, no, don’t you think you came to make up the count?”
Zong Yue slowly tasted tea and said, “Well, I am a doctor anyway, so I need it.”
Meng Fuyao smirked, turning around in front of him, resolutely grinning, Zong Yue pretended not to see it, sat steadily drinking tea, and suddenly found out after a long while, “Hey, you put on new makeup It’s really extraordinary and otherworldly, and half the country.”
Meng Fuyao touched half of his broken tooth and sighed, “This is how my personality is shaped…”
Finally, Dr. Zong finally finished his poisonous tongue. He pulled Meng Fuyao into the room to see her broken tooth, and ordered people to prepare materials. Filling teeth was considered a technical job in ancient times, but it was not difficult for Zong Yue, who was born with skillful hands. He used white tin, silver foil, and mercury to synthesize “amalgam”, which is today’s dentures. He was afraid that the silver teeth would affect the appearance. He also crafted a very small jade sleeve with his hand. Meng Fuyao held the almost messy tooth. Tsk tut admiring, really don’t know how he made it.
Then Master Zong pulled her into the room to extract her teeth. Half of the tooth was not easy to fit, so she pulled out the whole one. As a result, Master Yalanzhu, Yunhen and Yuanbao heard the house cry like killing pigs, and howls. “Oh-it hurts-oh -“
Ya Lanzhu asked Yunhen with a dull gaze, “This person didn’t frown when he was injured like that at the beginning, why is it called like this after pulling a tooth?”
Yun Hen couldn’t think of Meng Fuyao’s behavior pattern, and turned his questioning eyes to Master Yuanbao who had been with Meng Fuyao the longest time.
Master Yuanbao was gnawing at the fruit, and he didn’t bother to answer such a mentally retarded question-when he was desperate, he called pain no one to care about, called dry hair? Now that someone is reasonable, it is natural to call pain.
Sure enough, at night, Meng Fuyao asked to go to the Man Han’s full table to make up her body to soothe her injured gums. As a result, Zong Yueliang replied, “The teeth are not solidified, you can only drink gruel.”
Drinking gruel, Meng Fuyao groaned and sighed, Zong Yue ignored her, counted the medicine in the medicine sachet, and suddenly sighed slightly.
Meng Fuyao was curious and asked, “What’s wrong?”
Zong Yue faintly answered, “The antidote is still bad.”
“Really?” Meng Fuyao was overjoyed, and finally heard him answer, “I’ve inquired, this last one is only available in the Evergreen Temple, I can’t enter.”
Meng Fuyao stared blankly, drank the gruel into his nose, and sighed for a long while.
It seems that I had a relationship with the Evergreen Temple in my previous life, inextricably linked, so and so, and I have to concentrate there in the end.
She remembered the bead that Yue Po gave to Zong Yue and took it out to show Zong Yue. Zong Yue’s expression changed immediately. Hearing Meng Fuyao’s ins and outs, she sighed after a long while, “Good people don’t live long, and harm is so lucky. This is the truth.”
Meng Fuyao didn’t hear the previous sentence, surprised, “good stuff?”
Zong Yue took the bead, carefully broke it in half, soaked it with snow lotus and wine, and placed it in the shade, saying, “I took it at midnight, and I was lucky for three weeks. I will adjust my breath later in the middle of the night. Tomorrow, we will keep you up to the next level, and you will be infinitely useful for life.”
Meng Fuyao looked at the remaining half stupidly, and said, “Where is that half?”
“You can’t use so much now, keep the half,” Zong Yue replied, “when you go up two floors, use it again, the utility will double.”
Meng Fuyao thought for a while, took out the box given by Yunhun from his arms, and said, “Doctor Mongolia, you have cured me so many illnesses, and I didn’t pay you for the consultation. This box is for you. Right.”
“So you still remember owing me the money for the consultation.” Zong Yue habitually stabbed her, took the box and looked at it, but didn’t see anything for a while, and said, “This thing may be dissolved out of the gap with medicine. Put it away, it’s hard to get back to you.”
Meng Fu waved his hand and yawned to sleep. Zong Yue sat and did not leave. The shadow of the willow tree outside the house fell on his face, and a strange smile faded. He suddenly said, “I passed by Xuanji when I came back. , I was encountering Lujia from the Kingdom of Xuanji who came to welcome Princess Buddha Lian to return home.”
Meng Fuyao’s heart beat, squinted and said, “What’s the matter with me?”
Zong Yue’s eyes flashed, he pulled out a smile, and said, “You have seen her, otherwise you will directly ask who Princess Buddha is.”
Meng Fuyao, who said that he missed his mouth, immediately yawned and said, “It’s just a encounter. This princess has a unique personality and a different outlook on life, world, and morals. I dare not be interested in her.”
“I’m afraid you are not interested and useless.” Zong Yue said leisurely, “According to reports, Princess Buddha Lian was suddenly guided by the gods and Buddha on her way back to China, saying that the gods will be the saints of the Buddha, as the Wuzhou Continent. The famous saint born in Hanlian, the princess is pious, and she must see the saint’s birth with her own eyes and visit her.”
Meng Fuyao said with a “uh”, “Poor Buddha, when will she get rid of the tragic fate of being used as a universal shield by her?”
Zong Yue looked at her meaningfully and said for a while, “Since you are not interested in this news, I am leaving.”
He Shi Shiran went out, leaving Meng Fuyao bit a corner of the bed and settled on the bed. After a while, she whispered to Master Yuan Bao on the small bed next to him, “Hey, rat, in the dense forest of Changhan, what did you think? Tell me what?”
Master Yuan Bao lied calmly, trembling with Erlang’s legs, ignoring Meng Fuyao.
Who told you that you refused to listen to my explanation at the beginning, causing me to lose four hairs! Now that you want to listen, I won’t tell you anymore.
Anyway, it’s coming, let you go and make trouble in person, hahahaha.
The mouse fell asleep very much, leaving someone behind, squatting on the bed, his eyes burning in the dark, and two bright searchlights alive.
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The next day Meng Fuyao went to the Tiansha Martial Arts Department to register. All martial artists from various countries participating in the Tiansha True Martial Arts Conference must record their names in the martial arts department. Meng Fuyao wrote his name on the roster, and the officials in charge of the record stared at the name. After a long while, Meng Fuyao was worried about whether his identity was revealed, but listened to the official said, “Meng Fuyao? The Promise Kingdom Zhongyi General Meng Fuyao?”
As soon as he made this sound, all the officials in the room rushed over, looked at Meng Fuyao strangely, and asked babblingly, “Are you the Promise Legendary General Meng Fuyao?”
“Are you the Meng Fuyao who broke into the army alone and killed the seven generals alone?”
“I heard that you tried to protect Yaocheng, but you were almost forced to slay yourself at the gate of the city?”
“I heard that the rebellion of the Promise Kingdom was defeated by the King of Germany. Is it because you should cooperate with the outside in the hidden camp?”
“I heard that you killed King Germany?”
“I heard that King De yelled before his death: Hatred and Meng Fuyao were born at the same time! Is it true?”
“I heard that Prince Wuji is very fond of you. He once hosted a banquet for you in Shangyang Palace?”
……
It’s really more magical, the more you listen, the more ridiculous, Meng Fuyao listened dumbfounded, and muttered, “Damn, who is so awesome? Isn’t it me?”
She has always been accustomed to small people, and she can’t bear the feeling of becoming famous overnight. The curious and inquiring eyes of everyone behind, and the envy and jealous eyes of other applicants behind her make her look like a man, and she simply pulls away and goes out. Go, before taking a few steps, the curtain of the inner room was lifted behind him, and one person said coldly, “It’s just a pariah who clings to the imperial family, you guys, as my **** officials, you have the ambition of others and destroy your own prestige! “
Meng Fuyao heard the voice familiar, and when he turned around, his eyes immediately shrank like a needle.
Gu Lingfeng, the leader of the “Gold of the Devil”.
The night of the heavy rain in Changhan Mountain immediately rushed to his eyes. Meng Fuyao seemed to hear the loud rain again and the faint smell of iron from the arrows. It was that night, led by Gu Lingfeng. The encirclement and persecution of the “Golden of the Devil” forced Zhan Beiye and her to rush into the dense forest of Changhan and accept the test of the nine deaths, which directly triggered a series of events that followed.
Is this cool guy who stepped on his subordinates to get out of the trap, isn’t he dead?
It seems that he also wants to participate in the Zhenwu Conference?
Meng Fuyao laughed and laughed very happily. While smiling happily, he bent over to Gu Lingfeng and said, “Are you in charge of Gu? Fortunately, I will be fortunate to meet you for a long time.”
Gu Lingfeng stared, “Do you know me too?”
I know that you are dying… Meng Fuyao smiled and replied, “Naturally, the ancient leader is determined and determined to do something, and he is known for a long time.”
“General Meng is still aware of advancing and retreating,” Gu Lingfeng squinted at her. “During the Zhenwu Conference, you will be left behind.”
“Thank you, thank you.” Meng Fuyao bends down again… It’s really worthy of thanks. I didn’t intend to save your life. You still thought about not wanting my life. It’s too high.
She bent over and walked outwards. She was probably bent too hard and too flattering. She didn’t pay attention to bumping into a person. As soon as the person gave in, she lifted her hands empty and said, “Brother, be careful.”
A gentle voice, a decent manner.
Meng Fuyao stiffened, then smiled and said in a low voice, “Brother Tai is also careful.”
The corner of the eye is swept to the corner of the red robe, embroidered with flying golden luan, gorgeous and noble, the color is already eye-catching, and the golden belt and silk tassels are hanging down. There is really no more publicity but more publicity.
Meng Fu shook his eyes quickly, stopped in front of a crimson veil, and then quickly slipped away with satisfaction.
There are some people greeted by their side, a little bit attentive and a little hostile, “The head of Yan and his wife are also here? This year’s Zhenwu Conference can be described as a great show.”
Someone said angrily, “Yes, the head of Yan has been so prestigious in recent years, sweeping the eighteen sects of Shangyuan, and the prestige of his subordinates is temporary, and now we are going to compete for the true leader?”
Someone said, “The ancient leader of Tiansha, General Guo, Xuanyuanyun, Princess Fufengya, Taiyuan Wuhenjian, Xuanjihua little prince… Now plus the rising star Shangyuan Shuangbi, this year’s true martial leader Fight, there is something to watch.”
The man was only smiling, humbly arching his hands around, “Don’t dare, don’t dare…”
Yunhen snorted coldly on his side, Meng Fuyao pulled him and walked out quickly, the person who was socializing around suddenly turned around, and a look of inquiry fell on her.
Meng Fuyao has already strode out the door, leaving the “wise couple” far behind.
At dinner in the evening, Meng Fuyao thoughtfully with a chopstick in his hand, and asked Zong Yue, “What should I do? I didn’t know that my fame was spread to Tiansha, and now I want to do seven in Tiansha Nian San is difficult. Zhan Nancheng will not ask other generals to enter the DPRK.”
Zong Yue concentrated on eating—he only ate the dishes in front of him, and refused to let others stick his chopsticks in, and even refused to talk to him while eating, but Meng Fuyao was always shameless, and she never ignored Zong Yue’s face. Zong Yue saw that his rice was in danger of being splashed by her saliva, quickly moved over the rice bowl, and replied, “That’s easy, you and Wuji will break.”
Meng Fuyao said with a dull gaze, “What is the breaking method?”
“This matter is left to Chang Sun Wuji to worry about. He has a thousand ways to convince Zhan Nancheng that you are a lusty villain with well-developed limbs and simple mind, who dislikes the poor treatment of the Wuji country and has the intention to go to Tiansha.” Rare Zong Yue said Long sentences are not tied, “but the premise is that you have to take the first place, and only if you take the first place, the **** of talent will win you over.”
“Oh,” Meng Fuyao dangled his chicken legs and found a pen and paper to write a letter, “His Royal Highness, please think of a way to make Zhan Nancheng have developed limbs to me, simple mind, disgusting Wuji, poor treatment and willing to go to heaven. The impression of the evil villain…”
It’s just right if he stops reading.
“I think this year’s number one is difficult.” It was Yun Hen who was talking. He only ate green vegetables and slowly picked out the **** and garlic in it. “Have you noticed Fuyao? There is something wrong with Yan Jingchen and his wife.”
Meng Fuyao was silent, of course she noticed it, and she realized that Yan Jingchen not only made martial arts progress rapidly, but even his internal strength seemed to have changed, and that change was not entirely like Lei Dongjue’s credit, but rather like it. She has practiced some kind of evil martial arts, and she has a slight blueness right now, and Pei Yuan, although she can’t see her face, she remembers that Pei Yuan was abolished martial arts by Zhan Beiye, but today, looking at her steps, it is clear and clear. Recovery, what is going on?
Also, when Taiyuan Palace changed, Yan Jingchen refused to save Pei Yuan for her, and Pei Yuan was so angry that he vomited blood on the spot. After experiencing this, how could he still marry him? Do you really love him so much that you don’t care about anything?
Still so cheap that you think all men in the world are not men except him?
Meng Fu shook his brain for a while and thought about knotting. He felt that Yan Jingchen and his wife were weird races. They weren’t normal people like her, so they had to give up and asked Yunhen grinningly, “Wuhenjian is you, right? This name is better, and it’s more than that of Wing Niu Cha. Zhan Beiye said you have another adventure, what kind of adventure?”
“After the split of Taiyuan, I used to lead soldiers to fight against Shangyuan,” Yun Hen said concisely, “After chasing soldiers for too long, a man and his subordinates walked away and strayed into the mountains. I met an old Taoist with sore feet. He was out of the valley, and when he was leaving, he patted my back and said, “Good-natured, good-natured, the old Taoist will give you a thank you.” I didn’t take it seriously at the time. I went back and looked at the back. Someone wrote a set of swordsmanship and internal skills. The swordsmanship has only three strokes, which can be endlessly varied. I haven’t fully understood it yet.”
Meng Fuyao’s “poof” spit out the chicken legs that were gnawing, causing Master Yuan Bao to glared at him, but Zong Yue had already stepped aside with his rice bowl, and told the housekeeper, “Thank you, let me have another meal in the room, like I can’t eat well like this.”
Where can Meng Fuyao take care of him, clutching his Yunhen sleeves and asking, “Is a sloppy old Taoist? It looks awkward? Sores on his head and pus on the soles of his feet? Covered with lice crawling around?”
Yun Hen thought for a while, and said, “I didn’t pay attention to lice.” The effect was to admit that the Taoist priest was indeed very wretched.
Meng Fuyao let out a long sigh, threw the chicken leg, looked at the roof with dull eyes, and muttered, “It’s harming people again…”
Yun Hen turned to look at her, “You know?”
“I know, I know very well,” Meng Fuyao gritted his teeth, and then patted the cloud mark, and said, “It’s good or bad if you say it’s luck. In short, I will see this old guy again in the future. To avoid, he will pretend to be lame or crazy and hook up on the side of the road if he is okay. There may be good things for those who are pleasing to the eye, and those who are not pleasing to the eye must be unlucky. You can’t get good luck back, so stay away from him.”
Yun Hen looked at her, the starlight flashed in the eyes, and said, “I think he is my benefactor, otherwise how can I catch up with your…’s entry?”
Meng Fuyao’s heart jumped in the middle of his sentence, and he was relieved immediately after he finished speaking, happily patted his shoulder vigorously, “Hey, it’s okay, our family, we can’t fight.”
Yun Hen looked at her, with something darker in his eyes drifting, and said for a while, “Miss Meng, the Yan family is very strange, don’t take it lightly.”
“Well,” Meng Fuyao squatted on the chair and rolled his sleeves, “Come and kill one, and two and a pair!”
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The Zhenwu Conference was held as scheduled, divided into four rounds. In the first round of preliminary rounds, 40 people were selected to participate in the second round, and then 20 people were selected to participate in the third round. In the final round, the opponent was decided by drawing lots until the decision was made. Ranking.
Because of the large number of people, the first round was held at the Yanwu Platform of Qingyuan Temple, West Shangshan, Bandu City, the second round and the third round were held at Tianjie Square, and the final round was held at the Zhengyi Hall of the Tiansha Palace.
Meng Fuyao used one-third of his strength to successfully pass the first and second rounds. Similarly, the most elite warriors sent from various countries are naturally among them. Yan Jingchen and her husband are not in the same group. We couldn’t match up, but Meng Fuyao had specially visited it. Sure enough, the martial arts of the two of them had made great progress, and their internal strength was strange. When they showed their swordsmanship, there was not only the sound of thunder, but also a faint smoke. What exercise.
In these two rounds of competitions, Meng Fuyao rose to fame. Originally, the world’s warriors focused their attention on Gu Lingfeng, Guo Pingrong, Xuanyuan Guo Xuanyuanyun, Yalanzhu, Yunhen, and Yan Jingchen. Take a look at Meng Fuyao. It’s just that Meng Fuyao deliberately hides his clumsiness. In the second round of the competition, his score was mediocre, that is, a seventeen or eighteenth. Everyone only thinks that the young general of the Promise Kingdom is very good, and his cultivation level is quite good at this age. Except for a very small number of eye poisons, most people have not tied her with those few, let alone think of her and the word Zhenwu champion contender.
The second round is the third round of competition every three days. When Meng Fuyao left the competition arena, he heard several young ladies of Tiansha nobles who were watching the competition murmur excitedly, saying, “I must go to the final round…”
“Yes, it’s just in the main hall of the palace, how do I get the invitation?”
“Trying to find a way, the opportunity is rare in a lifetime, besides this, what else can I see him?”
“I heard that I didn’t have time to come, but somehow I accepted the invitation and agreed. The Wuzhou Continent Zhenwu Conference has always invited the royal families of various countries to arbitrate. In the past, the Taiyuan Kingdom and the Fufeng patriarch served as He has never attended…”
“Oh no, no, no, I have to go back and find a way, my aunt and grandma know the princess, I have to grind her to intercede with me…”
“Wait for me, I will go too…”
The group left in a hurry. Meng Fu shook his nose up to the sky, shook his head and smiled. There are people chasing stars in all ages, but they don’t know what sturdy characters are, which caused these cardamom girls to sway their hearts.
She was not in the same group with Yunhen Yalanzhu in this round of martial arts. She wanted to go find them and go back together, but suddenly heard someone calling behind her, “Swinging.”
Meng Fuyao stopped and took a deep breath.
This person, once he hates him, why does he even find his voice so unpleasant?
She was lucky enough to take precautions, then turned around, raised her eyebrows, and said, “Head Yan, your brother finally passed my words to you?”
Behind him, in front of a poplar tree, stood Yan Jingchen, still warm and friendly, handsome and tall, only his face was slightly greyish, and he was thinner, but it smelled a little more clear, but this clear, and cloud The scar’s bones are beautiful and refreshing. Compared with the cool temperament, it is a bit less natural, but he is still an outstanding man. Standing under a tree, he has the smell of leaning against a horse on a bridge with red sleeves, which attracts women passing by. come.
He looked at Meng Fuyao, his eyes were deep, and there was a bit of uncontrollable pain hidden in front of him—the woman in front of him, although dressed as a teenager, was tall and straight, confident, proud but not arrogant between her eyebrows, with an extraordinary look , If she was just a piece of jade that concealed her true identity back then, now she is full of dust, and she is shining brightly, shining through the mountains and rivers.
He inhales and moves his internal organs as if there is a faint pain. This is Fuyao, this was his Fuyao, but he missed it after all, and that miss was like a sharp blade that hurts him day by day, so blood dripping into him. Regret again and again, why did you dislike her in the first place? Why do you want to tell her to marry Pei Yuan? If you hide from her first, there may be a chance… He regretted that as soon as the words were spoken. He still didn’t understand Fuyao enough, not enough to understand her strength and flexibility, and the indelible heart Pride, so, in a word, a life is wrong.
But…maybe there is still a chance…If words can no longer recover the mistake, then he is not afraid to try other methods…
His fingers curled up slightly, and sweat came out of his palm. He smiled gently and said, “Fuyao, my junior ignorant has offended you, and I have already punished him. The so-called challenge, don’t talk about it. Since, I won’t do anything to you anyway…”
“But I will do it for you,” Meng Fuyao said indifferently, “Since you have made such a concession, you are willing to conquer your sect, well, I’m not going to kill Xuanyuanzong any more, but you, we will see you in the ring .”
She turned to leave, and Yan Jingchen said bitterly behind her, “Fuyao, you really hate me so much, don’t you even want to talk to me?”
“No, I don’t hate you,” Meng Fuyao turned around and shook his finger. Yan Jingchen’s eyes were happy, and Meng Fuyao had already taken it on, “I am sick of you, I want to vomit when talking to you.” /
She stopped paying attention to Yan Jingchen, and strode out. Yan Jingchen suddenly said behind her, “Fuyao, please give me another chance, and…give yourself a chance.”
Meng Fu shook his head without looking back, and shook his head resolutely, “The head of Yan, the lustful people do not deserve any chance.”
There was silence behind him, high and low breathing sounds, Yan Jingchen seemed to adjust his breath, Meng Fuyao sneered and continued on, do you want to do it? Very good, then let Pei Yuan be a widow today.
She walked quickly, and suddenly felt something was wrong. It wasn’t near the martial arts field just now, was there still people coming and going? Suddenly there are no people, and the surrounding scenery changes, the smoke is blurred, and the mountains seem to be misty, light blue, hazy, and covered in layers of smoke.
This kind of smoke is heavy, a little bit of spring silkworm spinning around, slowly wrapping up people’s breath, hands and feet, consciousness, blood, Meng Fuyao heard his heartbeat slower and slower, blood in his veins like an old cow Slow cars flow like a slow car, but the hands and feet are sore and unable to lift.
She sank in her heart and hurriedly tested her internal organs, but found that she was not poisoned at all. These smokes are more like a kind of martial arts than poisonous fog. They control the body and even nature like a silent ghost. Such martial arts, It’s not that Yan Jingchen can have it!
She has been paying extra attention to Yan Jingchen, even if her back is facing him, her whole spirit is detecting his actions, and it is impossible for him to do anything under her eyes.
What happened?
In the smoke, someone suddenly laughed. The voice was rough and awkward, like long nails scraping a hard stone slab, making the roots of people’s teeth sour.
Immediately, Meng Fuyao fell down.
Fell in the arms of Yan Jingchen who silently leaned over.
The wind is swaying, the smoke is blurred, and the rough voice in the smoke laughs, and said, “Baby disciple, I got it for you, why do you thank me?”
Yan Jingchen hugged Meng Fuyao, bent over in the smoke, and said lowly, “As you wish.”
He lowered his head to stare at Meng Fuyao, watching her thick and long eyelashes quietly hanging down, her expression calm and peaceful, so gentle in his arms, no longer the indifference and stern flaring of her claws, and holding him so close , It was also the first time he had been longing for it for a long time. In those countless silent and cold nights before, he stretched out his hand to her phantom countless times, and then hugged a cold void.
He smiled, contented and painful, his fingers lingered and carefully stroked Meng Fu’s cheek, his posture was gentle and his eyes were determined.
Low low way:
“Fuyao, you said that there are some mistakes, just like the wounds cut by a sharp knife. At the beginning, nothing can be found. After a long time, they will be painful and bleeding… Then, let me get rid of the pain, better than being wiped Passing by, forgetting each other indifferently.”
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