Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 9: Heavy thoughts

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Meng Fuyao almost jumped up.

Lie, tell you to lie!

Tell you to lie all the time and everywhere regardless of occasion, time and place!

Her first instinct-rush out, find a nail rake and beat her head and face.

Her second intuition-this behavior is too calm, giving people an opportunity to take advantage of, or to succumb to others without fighting.

Her third instinct—silence is the greatest contempt, right, ignore it.

So she turned her face without squinting, her face was serious, and as everyone saluted the temple, she didn’t remember whether she was going to kneel for Zhan Nancheng.

Zhan Nancheng’s complexion is not very good-looking. After all, Gu Lingfeng, who is the most hopeful of Tiansha to participate in the competition, is out inexplicably. Only one of the other players has made the top ten. The leader is destined to be hopeless, but he still maintains what the emperor of the great power should have. Graceful, screamed with a smile, and personally introduced the eldest son Wuji, “Meng Wuji, the crown prince is blue-eyed, not far away, it is a great honor for our country to be here to preside over the final round of the Golden Palace arbitration.”

The long-term Sun Wuji leaned back and smiled: “I am incompetent, and I am an arbitration, but I dare not bear your Majesty’s love.”

Zhan Nancheng said again: “The prince has worked hard. He first arrived at Tiansha, but he hurried to arbitrate before the wind. Our country is really rude.”

The grandson Wuji is polite: “As it should be, your majesty does not need to be polite.”

The two looked at each other, and both smiled. After the screen, the commotion became more intense, the Yun Temple and Hua Yan squeezed to each other, Ying Shengyan low voice, it was not like a competition arena, but like a Yihong Academy.

Zhan Nancheng looked rather helpless. Of course, he was unwilling to make a good Zhenwu conference like this. The only blame is that the grandson Wuji became famous too early and prestige was too high. He is a figure who has been deified among the royal families of various countries. With the literati saucy praising him in his unofficial biography, these royal aunts and grandmothers, in their long and lonely boudoirs, mostly rely on reading his biographies and doing some daydreams to pass the boring days. Now it is easy for him to come here once. The woman broke up early, running to the palace day and night to ask for ways, just to take a look.

Seeing the women making a mess, Zhan Nancheng was also a bit embarrassed. He cleared his throat and deliberately changed the subject and laughed, “General Meng of your country is really a young hero. The battle three days ago caused a sensation in Jinghua, and the Promise Kingdom was truly outstanding. Envy me waiting.”

The long-term Sun Wuji’s eyes flowed over Meng Fuyao, who was expressionless and vicious in his eyes. After a pause, he replied, “Fortunately for our country.”

Meng Fu shook his arm and brushed goose bumps. Fortunately, fortunately, you are so tall. I think I am really unfortunate when I see you.

Changsun Wuji smiled, and reached out his hand far away, making an unobtrusive gesture of picking up goosebumps. Meng Fuyao stared at him, really thinking that this man is a magic star, thick-skinned and dark-skinned. Thousands of miles away flying sword takes the head.

She stepped back, stepped back behind Yun Hen and rubbed her nose. She didn’t plan to face the magic star. Yun Hen looked at her slightly, and looked at the grandson Wuji on the steps very sensitively. He didn’t know. The entanglement between Changsun Wuji and Meng Fuyao only felt that Meng Fuyao was wrong when he entered the temple. She was such a bold and bold person who appeared uncomfortable… Was it because of the shameless prince?

Yun Hen’s eyes darkened, but Meng Fuyao avoided him, his eyes flashed again, and a slight smile appeared.

The last round of the competition is still hosted by Zhan Beiheng. I read the list first. The remaining ten people are: Meng Fuyao, Yunhen, Yan Jingchen, Yalanzhu, and Chang Tao from Xuanyuan. Wei Shanrui from Yuanyuan, Tantaiyu from Taiyuan, Shen Ming from Tiansha, Tang Yizhong from Xuanji, Ba Gu from Fufeng.

After reading the list, I realized that it was wrong. Why didn’t Yan Jingchen come?

It’s so easy to pass the battle. After reaching the Golden Palace, how can someone be absent in the last round of the Zhenwu Conference?

Zhan Beiheng frowned slightly, and whispered a few words with the servant at his side, instructing him to summon him. The servant had just hurried down the steps, but at the entrance of the hall, he collided with a **** who was reporting a report. The **** said anxiously: ” Your Majesty Qizou, Mrs. Taiyuanyan, please see me.”

Bae Yuan? What is she here for? Meng Fuyao frowned. Was this woman not enough ugly yesterday?

Zhan Nancheng was startled and said: “Xuan.”

The long summons were heard, and everyone looked back. Sunlight washed the long white marble steps in front of the main hall brightly, and the color was like pear blossom snow. The woman walked with light and shadow, her head held up, still Scorching red, long shadows are plated on the dark red copper nailed palace door, seemingly thin, but the waist is straight.

Meng Fuyao looked at her eyes out of the veil, and her heart trembled slightly. This woman’s eyes were full of lifelessness, like a pool of **** water, quiet but weird.

Pei Yuan didn’t look at anyone, went straight into the hall, did not get up after saluting, and said: “Your Majesty Qi, the wife and the husband are uncomfortable at night, and they can no longer participate in the Zhenwu event, but the husband and wife are far away. Coming to the gods, I don’t want to go back without a fight. Since the women are in the same body with their husbands, they will ask them to fight!”

“Absurd!” Zhan Nancheng immediately refused. “It is Yan Jingchen who has obtained the qualification for the final Golden Palace competition in the Zhenwu Conference, not Mrs. Yan. If you fight on your behalf, how fair is it to other unsuccessful candidates? “

“The local women just didn’t participate in the battle for the top spot.” Pei Yuan raised his head, “The qualification that Jingchen can obtain, so can I!”

Zhan Nancheng was stunned, looking at Zhan Beiheng, Zhanbei Heng said: “There is a precedent for a wife-to-wife fight. After all, Yan Jingchen has lost the opportunity to compete, and it is not fair to him.”

Zhan Nancheng pondered for a moment, his expression calmed down, and then smiled and asked Changsun Wuji, “The prince is the arbitration of the conference, it is up to you to decide.”

Meng Fuyao wrinkled his nose, a pair of treacherous foxes, your attitude has shown that what else can you let the grandson Wuji say?

The grandson Wuji looked at Pei Yuan indifferently, and said for a long while, “Madam thinks she has the strength to qualify, but Wuji does not dare to refute it, but she has nothing to say. If you want to convince the heroes of the world, you have to speak with strength.”

Pei Yuan immediately said: “Please point out any one of the ten people, and the prince will compete with the local woman! If you lose, the local woman, please be alarmed!”

“Okay,” Changsun Wuji smiled, turning his eyes around among the ten, and smiling at Meng Fuyao.

Meng Fuyao thought he wanted to point to himself, so that Pei Yuan was kicked out of the hall, and immediately rolled his sleeves to beat Pei Yuan. He didn’t want the eldest son Wuji’s eyes to slide over her, and smiled at Ya Lanzhu: “Princess Lao Fanya. “

Ya Lanzhu was taken aback, and then smiled: “Okay, anyway, I’m on the court, I’ll have a bye, one less fight, just can practice my fist.”

She walked over in no hurry, blew her fist, smiled and waved her hand, and said, “Come on.”

Pei Yuan turned her back to Meng Fuyao. Meng Fuyao couldn’t see her expression, but found that Ya Lanzhu, who was standing opposite her, seemed to be so lively and vigorous as before, but the expression in her eyes was not like that at all. , She stared at Pei Yuan’s eyes, her eyes were dark and gleaming like glass.

Pei Yuan… Is there something wrong?

Meng Fuyao suddenly felt that Changsun Wuji voluntarily challenged Pei Yuan and pointed to Ya Lanzhu. This series of actions seemed to have profound meaning. Did he see anything?

She looked at it suspiciously, but there was a clear sound in the hall, and the colorful light and red light were entangled and flying, Pei Yuan and Ya Lanzhu had already fought together.

As soon as she shot, Meng Fuyao knew that she did not lie. Although her skill is not as good as Yan Jingchen, she is more familiar with Lei Dongjue than Yan Jingchen, and her swordsmanship is by no means inferior to him. God knows this short year. How did she get to this level, and it is obvious that her true power is the same as Yan Jingchen’s-they both learned from Yansha. Meng Fuyao felt that this couple was simply a mystery, how did they get married? of? Was her true energy method Yan Killing or Yan Jingchen taught? Their husband and wife look so weird, is there any secret behind this combination? How did Yan Sha agree to let Yan Jingchen marry her?

She was meditating here, while paying attention to the battle situation. Ya Lanzhu was born in the Fufeng royal family. There are countless secrets in that country, so her martial arts foundation is very good, especially after chasing Beiye for so many years, she has developed a light skill of a cow fork. Feiteng is like a bright rainbow, dazzling people dizzy, but also used a pair of weird and small weapons, like two copper cups, from time to time bumped or clear or piercing sound, the sound is messy, the colors are colorful, really Everyone faints wherever they go.

But Pei Yuan is completely different. She uses her swords properly. Each sword carries the smoke and the sound of wind and thunder. The airflow is thick and powerful, and she intends to use the calm and true strength to suppress the light spirit of Yalanzhu. As with the disruptive tactics, I have to say that this method is very useful. The butterfly-like Arran beads gradually slowed down and had to face her head-on. The two weapons slammed into each other from time to time, making loud noises.

One hundred and twenty-seventh strokes, the well-deserved battle situation has finally changed. Yalanzhu is really inexhaustible, but Pei Yuan seems a little unsuccessful. After all, she has been ruined in martial arts, and she can’t catch up in any way. The wonderful Yalanzhu, seeing the colorful sleeves flying like a neon, her wink was cold and cold.

She shook her sword slightly suddenly.

There was still smoke in the sword light, but the smoke suddenly changed, from the original light gray to light black, and there was still a very light smell. She shot out with a sword, sneered with a sneer, and took elegance. Lan Zhu’s face door-all her attacks were directed at Ya Lan Zhu’s face.

Aranzhu habitually turned his head to avoid it, but the tip of the sword suddenly exploded, and a tiny black bead burst out of the smoke, hitting the ear orifice of Aranzhu turning his head.

This angle is extremely strange, Meng Fuyao’s heart jumped, vaguely feeling bad, and then he saw the black bead suddenly stretch out, revealing even smaller claws!

Live!

What is this!

This thing is as fast as a meteor, so close at hand, once it shoots into the ear orifice of Arran Pearl, what will be the consequences?

Meng Fuyao almost jumped up, and then saw Ya Lanzhu twisted halfway around, suddenly turned around abruptly.

The black claw in the sky followed the howling and turned endlessly to chase him. However, Ya Lanzhu turned her softly three hundred and sixty degrees with this turn, and she turned into a face again. Looking at Pei Yuan, then she suddenly raised her “bronze cup”.

The “cup” suddenly opened, a ray of red light flashed in the gap, and the happily flying black claw trembled, and then it was slowly being sucked by suction. Pulled into the gap.

With Meng Fuyao’s eyesight, he could see that the black claw was struggling in the air, desperately trying to break free, but in any case, it couldn’t reach the red thing in Yalanzhu’s weird weapon, and was finally sucked into the gap.

Pei Yuan’s sword power suddenly slowed down, it was obvious that only a black bead was missing, her face suddenly turned gray, but Ya Lanzhu smiled and said, “Playing this in front of the ancestor of playing Gu? Sister, you are so cute. “

Then she doubled the “cup” and said happily, “Little Treasure has snacks again!”

Meng Fuyao suddenly realized, it’s no wonder that the pair of small cups feel familiar and weird, it turns out to be the cup for raising gu! Changsun Wuji must have seen what’s wrong with Pei Yuan, fearing that she would mess up in the temple, so he simply pointed to Ya Lanzhu, who was born in the Fufeng royal family.

Who else is better at rectifying all sorcery witches than Yalan Zhu, who was born in the three major Wu Clan of Fufeng?

Pei Yuan retreated with the sword, Ya Lanzhu put away the double cups and walked back, Pei Yuan retreated halfway, and suddenly slid and dashed. If nothing else, it was a sword of the heart!

Ya Lanzhu walked halfway and felt the sound of the wind tight behind him. When she looked up, she saw Pei Yuan’s figure already under her hood, and she raised her hand while she was busy.

With a keen sound, Ya Lanzhu’s double cups flew out of her hands, but Pei Yuan’s sword had already slashed at her heavenly spirit!

The figure flashed, a light purple light.

The light was originally still in the temple, but suddenly appeared in the temple, a cloud, a light, a touch of wind, and a breath of lightness, or a feather falling from the top of a sacred mountain, or a flying cloud floating above the nine heavens, instantly volleying, Crossing the red dust.

The light flew in, scattered and condensed, and condensed a long and jade-shaped purple figure, but when the finger was lifted, it lifted the tip of Pei Yuan’s sword.

Pei Yuan tried to hack down, but couldn’t do it any more, and wanted to withdraw, but couldn’t withdraw.

Immediately, the grandson Wuji smiled, gently but absolutely irresistible withdrawing Pei Yuan’s sword, and said: “Mrs. Yan, stop it.”

He said faintly, majestic and self-reliant, with scarlet eyes and violent Pei Yuan opened her mouth, and finally did not dare to speak, there was another breathtaking gasp behind the screen, Meng Fu frowned, Yu filled In my anger at Pei Yuan, I heard the twittering “No, I’m going to faint…” “Ah…Quiet like a virgin, like a rabbit…The posture of a god…” I couldn’t help muttering, “Sao Bao!” /

In exchange, the person looked back, smiled, and whispered: “Fuyao, you are the most beautiful when you are jealous.”

Meng Fuyao inhaled, shut up, and stepped back three steps. Someone has a thick skin and it is useless to curse. Anyway, cursing means not cursing, not cursing is cursing, she cursed all over her heart, that is.

At this time, Zhan Beiheng has come over, and preemptively said: “Princess Ya’s weapon landed, Madam Yan won.”

With a “bang”, Meng Fuyao’s small universe broke out.

There is no shamelessness, only shamelessness.

She took a step forward, staring at Zhan Beiheng curiously, and said with a smile, “My lord, you are really beautiful, you are not afraid of suffering. It is admirable.”

Zhan Beiheng stared at her guardedly, and said, “What does General Meng mean by this?”

“You have traveled far and wide to invite Prince Wuji, and come to Tiansha to preside over the arbitration of the Golden Palace Competition in the Zhenwu Conference, but you can’t bear the hard work of the prince, and always take the lead in doing it for you. This painstaking effort is really touching and tearing…” she Looking up at the grandson Wou-ki, he innocently asked, “Prince, will the tears run away?”

Chang Sun Wuji raised his long eyelashes and looked at her deeply, half-smiling in his eyes, not looking at the embarrassing Zhan Beiheng, and he replied lightly, “General Meng has always known my heart.”

I know you are so shameless, Meng Fuyao cursed in his belly, but his face was smiling and humble, “Occasionally, only occasionally.”

Zhan Beiheng tugged at the corners of his mouth. Smiling is neither a blame nor a responsibility. Standing there awkwardly, Zhan Nancheng doesn’t seem to be a problem, so he hurriedly made a round of it, “Beijing, you are rash, this arbitration matter should naturally The prince presided over.”

“It’s okay,” Changsun Wuji walked back leisurely, “Heng Wang is wise, every country knows it, so naturally it is correct.”

Pei Yuan looked up in surprise, and Changsun Wuji said again: “Mrs. Yan did not admit defeat before, and shot again. Although it is against the morals, it is axiom, but Madam Yan’s weapon was shot down by Princess Ya before, so the two are equal. Right.”

Pei Yuan’s face turned pale. Today’s battle for the true Wu chieftain, above the Golden Palace, the grandson Wuji seems to be lenient, and an understatement of “although against morality” is bound to spread all over the world, and she is afraid of it again Can’t walk the rivers and lakes anymore.

Meng Fuyao was not reconciled, and wanted to kick Pei Yuan out. In a blink of an eye, he saw Pei Yuan staring at her coldly, and Yalan Zhu was staring at Pei Yuan itchingly, trying to swallow her alive. The posture, it suddenly dawned on him-after the last round of melee, Ya Lanzhu must have no intention of vying for the top spot, and will definitely stare at Pei Yuan forever, and Pei Yuan will never have the opportunity to deal with her again, so she is invisible. Remove two rivals in the game.

Hey, this guy who has a deeper mind than the sea, even Arranzhu who gets along well with each other has to calculate, shamelessly.

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The following is still a drawing, Meng Fuyao vs. Tang Yizhong, Yunhen vs. Yalanzhu, Pei Yuan vs. Shen Ming, Wei Shanrui vs. Tantaiyu, Chang Tao vs. Bagu.

Meng Fuyao breathed a sigh of relief. What if she is embarrassed to get Yunhen or Yalanzhu? Beat them? It’s nothing more than Ya Lanzhu, this child is just playing a ticket, she didn’t feel too guilty to defeat her, at most it was the painstaking arrangement of the eldest grandson Wuji, but Yun Hen, when the man was making contributions, how could he bear to deprive him of such precious things? opportunity?

Yun Hen defeated Ya Lan Zhu, 80% Ya Lan Zhu lost. This kid loves to play and has no hard work. He is not as famous as his many years of combat experience, otherwise he would not have been attacked by Pei Yuan just now. Fuyao sighed and glanced at the grandson Wou-Ki-are you playing tricks? Ya Lanzhu hasn’t made it to the final five contest?

The grandson Wuji smiled leisurely, turning a blind eye to Meng Fuyao’s provocation. He drank a cup of tea and chatted with Zhan Nancheng from time to time.

Meng Fuyao is angry. There are such people in this world. I don’t know how to write the word guilt!

She lifted her clothes and strode out. This time she was the first one.

The one who was unlucky enough to get her Tang Yizhong, smiled bitterly and drew out his swords to greet him, bowed before the battle started, and said, “Xuanji Tang Yizhong, please fight General Meng.”

He bowed graciously, and Meng Fuyao was about to respond, and suddenly heard him say in a low voice: “I am willing to surrender quickly, save General Meng’s strength, and ask General Meng to show mercy.”

Meng Fuyao looked at him with a smile but a smile–this guy slid her head, seeing that she was going up in anger and was trying to find someone to beat him up, and knew that her strength could not win anyway, so she sold well in advance.

She bowed down and replied in a low voice, “Don’t worry, I will only beat the person who should be beaten.”

The one who should be beaten up is the one who sits high in the temple.

The two banged and clashed—it was really good-looking, the double sword dance was like a flower, and the single sword flicked like a rainbow, which was just good-looking. Without a hundred moves, Tang Yizhong jumped and threw himself open. Down.

This kind of battle posture of eagle and rabbit in the sky has always been used only by the strong against the weak and with different strengths. Tang Yizhong’s use of this trick on Meng Fuyao was equivalent to sending himself to the door, so Meng Fuyao had to laugh.

She kicked Tang Yizhong out.

Tang Yizhong exaggeratedly turned three somersaults in the air before he fell to the ground crookedly. After landing, his face was not flushed and breathless, “shameful” “abandon the sword and admit defeat”, loudly said: “Admire! Admire!”

Meng Fuyao held back a smile, and replied with an intriguing response: “Accepting, accepting.” Can’t help but look at this plain-looking guy. He is really a wonderful person, shrewd and open-minded and interesting. If you go to Xuanji in the future, it will be You can make friends.

Zhan Shang Zhan Nancheng applauded and said with a smile: “This battle is wonderful.” Then he asked Changsun Wuji, “What does the prince think?”

The imperial families of the Wuzhou Continent are all good at martial arts. Naturally, I can see that this test is like a child’s play. The grandson Wuji smiled lightly: “It’s wonderful, this Tang brother is not weak. He could have supported two hundred moves. He is rare. Indifferent.”

Zhan Nancheng “Oh”? He said, “The prince is really sincere, I thought the prince would say something for General Meng.”

“Your Majesty Sheng Cong, how dare you be deceived here.” Changsun Wuji stared at the green tea in the cup with a faint smile.

“This general Meng, I heard that the prince loves him very much.” Zhan Nancheng was a temptation.

The eldest grandson Wuji was quiet before answering, “This son is a brilliant man, and he should be loved by all those who are superior.”

“Oh… if General Meng wins Zhenwu this time, how will Promise Kingdom reward him?”

“Our country is very sorry that General Guo didn’t make the top ten,” Changsun Wuji said to him. “Otherwise, General Guo is a loyal and loyal dynasty, and he is a very popular veteran. If he can win true martial arts. The top three, the position of General Jinwu, must be in his hands.”

In other words, the Wuji imperial court has never considered giving General Meng, who has little military service and qualifications, a good position.

Zhan Nancheng’s eyes flickered. He had vaguely heard that although this general Meng was favored by the prince, he was more like a male favorite. It is said that the prince always took him when he went out and did not avoid others, and General Meng’s The position is also worthy of scrutiny. That kind of meritorious defensive work is not a real job, but a honourable title, which does not match his merits. That merit sounds illusory. One kills seven generals? The gate was forced to slay? Lurking the German army? Then the loyal and heroic deeds could be done by this livid kid? Eighty percent, it was Changsun Wuji who promoted him, right?

Above the Golden Palace today, there is something wrong with the expressions of him and Changsun Wuji. Reminiscent of the male favorite, Zhan Nancheng’s eyes flashed. The more I look at it, the more alike, Changsun Wuji is not a nosy person, why would he accept it? Invitation to arbitration? Could it be for him? Looking at Changsun Wuji’s expression, he was a little hesitant in his calmness. It was not like a fake. If he deliberately dismissed Meng Fuyao, Zhan Nancheng wouldn’t dare to believe it. After all, Changsun Wuji had an exquisite heart and fame. What Zhan Nancheng said to him. He only dared to believe three points, but his subtle expression made Zhan Nancheng think a few more times.

He couldn’t help but look at Meng Fuyao, too. He seemed natural, but he was a little dissatisfied with the grandson Wuji, and he didn’t seem to be artificial. Is there really a problem between the two? Meng Fuyao was really dissatisfied with his status as a male pet as he had heard.

Zhan Nancheng gently caressed his knees, sighed silently in his heart, Tiansha generals withered, Beiqi somehow died in the Changhan Mountains, and Gu Lingfeng has now become a dead end without a word, the best Both of the two generals of smashed, but they fought against Beiye and have not been captured until now. The existence of this younger brother, like a shadow, weighs heavily on the hearts of the Tiansha imperial family. He vaguely feels that the crisis is approaching, but he suffers from the lack of talents. If so, how could he hit his idea on the generals of other countries?

He pressed his hand on his leg, and felt the faint pain that still existed somewhere. He couldn’t help but glance at Zhan Beiheng in a gloomy look. On the night of Xihua Palace, the saddle with hidden needles made him suffer. It’s not small, and he is still in daily treatment. He is afraid that he will really be abolished because of this. The dignified Emperor Tianshan has encountered such a fate. Every time he thinks about it, his anger rises and he can’t help shaking.

The boy in black that night, if you let me catch who you are, I must cut you off!

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The chattering in the palace changed their minds, and the battle was still in full swing. Pei Yuan had already defeated Shen Ming, and then Yun Hen vs. Ya Lanzhu.

Ya Lanzhu jumped into the court with a dozen braids grinning, and hooked her finger at Yunhen: “Fight well, don’t expect my sister to let you.”

Yun Hen smiled and looked at Meng Fuyao when he got up. There was something very strange in his eyes, which made Meng Fuyao’s heart jump, but he didn’t understand what it meant.

However, when the two of them started, Meng Fuyao gradually began to understand the meaning of those eyes.

Arran Pearl, which is flying all over the field like the colorful light, has wonderful light skills and tricks, but its internal strength is not as good as the cloud mark, and she has also been familiar with the cloud mark these few days, so naturally she will not use her hidden Gu The cup, then, against Qinggong and swordsmanship is not weaker than her, the internal force is stronger than her Yunhen, naturally absolutely unreasonable.

But that’s not the case in the field.

The colorful butterfly, flying around and turning into a beautiful trajectory, entangled the cloud mark in circles, the sword aura of the cloud mark can clearly break through the colored mist in an instant, but it appears dim. As the fog rushed from left to right, the range of the blue and white sword light was getting smaller and smaller. Looking from the outer circle, we could see that rainbow-like colors gradually surrounded the shiny blue and white area. Forced in the center.

How could this be? Yun Hen was injured in the third round, but fortunately it was not a serious internal injury. After Zong Yue’s recuperation, he was more than half healed. Why was he suddenly weak to this point?

This time, his spirit is far from being on the court. What about the courage and persistence? He came to Tiansha from afar, didn’t he also fight for the top three real martial arts?

The three hundred and eighth move, the color light is closed, the blue light is extinguished, and a short spear in the palm of Arran Zhu reaches Yunhen’s throat, and he smiles crisply: “You lost.”

Yun Hen smiled, smiled very clearly and calmly, then withdrew the sword, silently saluted, turned and left.

Ya Lanzhu stood in the field, looking at his back, there were some strange expressions in her eyes, which was admiration; then she glanced at Meng Fuyao, raised her lips, and smiled.

That smile is envious.

Meng Fuyao has been silent.

She understood that look.

Give up, and sacrifice.

The sacrifice made by an ambitious young man for her.

He also saw the intention of Longsun Wuji trying to keep Yalan Zhu. He was worried that if he wins, he might not be able to restrain the evil Pei Yuan’s insidious Witch Gu, so he gave him the position of the top five. Yalan Zhu who owns the Gu King.

Taiyuan’s most promising leader contender, the top five, who is destined to realize his highest value in front of the world warriors, gave up his dream of becoming the top five position of real martial arts just for her safety. .

God knows how long he prepared for this opportunity? God knows what is waiting for him if he loses this opportunity?

Meng Fuyao’s fingers touched his forehead, desperately pinching the tears he wanted to shed.

She was too kind to Pei Yuan at the beginning!

She should have killed her long ago!

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In the last round, Meng Fuyao, full of depression, was thinking about being the first one to go up to the ring, just to start the killing, and did not want the grandson Wuji on the stage to suddenly fight Nan Chengdao, “Your Majesty, this last round, I will fight again tomorrow. How?”

Zhan Nancheng frowned and said, “What does the prince mean?”

“In today’s battle, most of you are exhausted. If you fight again, you are afraid that you will not be able to compete.” The eldest son Wuji said with a blank finger and smiled. “Especially Princess Ya and Madam Yan, who have both fought twice. If they are allowed to participate directly now In the end, the first five disputes were not fair to them.”

Zhan Nancheng pondered, and the grandson Wuji smiled, “Along the way, I have heard of this Zhenwu conference, Guangfeng Jiyue strives for fairness, even the signing of the box has taken pains, I dare not have the justice of Zhenwu… …”

Zhan Nancheng replied immediately: “Okay.”

Meng Fu shook his hands in his sleeves, looking at the sky, okay, one day later, one day later, and one day later, I will kill him like that.

She felt Pei Yuan’s gaze, and deliberately or unintentionally, she swept over coldly. This woman was destined to not coexist with her. The only strange thing about her was that the Yan family knew her identity as a woman, so why didn’t she tell the Zhan family? brothers? Yan Jingchen didn’t tell it, why didn’t Pei Yuan say it? Or is she too arrogant and think this secret is useless, just want to kill her by herself?

She snorted coldly, strode out of the hall without looking back, regardless of the gaze behind her that was sticking to her back like a thread-Changsun Wuji, there is a kind of don’t come to me tonight.

It is a pity that what she thinks is kind, and what someone thinks is kind is never the same…

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When Meng Fuyao had a meal that night, she desperately tried to add vegetables to Yunhen: “Come, eat, eat more.” She kept stacking vegetables in Yunhen bowls, seeming to want to use those chicken, duck and fish to compensate for her guilt.

Yun Hen just eats calmly. Meng Fuyao eats as much as he feeds. Meng Fuyao can’t hold it anymore. She suddenly remembered that Yun Hen doesn’t like to eat meat and eats very little on weekdays. No less than so many greasy things.

He ate calmly, just because he didn’t want to defeat her kindness.

Meng Fuyao put down his chopsticks and looked at his usual expression. He is still that cold boy, with a calm and sharp temperament, like a green bamboo on the autumn wind field alone, not losing the light because of the ups and downs of the world. Stretching the branches and leaves in one direction, the green leaves are shaken by the wind, but the mind is still as clear as the abyss.

He is not lost, not depressed, does not feel that he is meritorious to her, does not feel that giving up like that is sacrifice, does not even try to comfort Meng Fuyao—the more he comforts her, the more guilt he will know.

Her kindness seemed pale and unnecessary to him.

The atmosphere at the dinner table became dull, Ya Lanzhu slapped her chopsticks down, dissatisfied: “Is it because I accidentally won Yunhen… I didn’t mean it…”

Meng Fuyao smiled and gave her a piece of Dongpo meat: “Yes, it’s none of your business, come and eat meat.”

“I can vomit so fat.” Ya Lanzhu refused.

“Just right, tomorrow I will spit on Pei Yuan.” Meng Fu shook his head and didn’t answer. Seeing Master Yuanbao squatting on the side with his belly in his hands, his eyes tumbling around, he couldn’t help being curious, “Mouse, what’s up? Auntie is here? “

Master Yuan Bao looked up and gave her a wretched smile.

Meng Fuyao was shocked by the laugh, and suddenly had an ominous premonition. Even when he heard the outside, Tiecheng, who had eaten out first, suddenly shouted angrily, and then a violent knife wind of “Hoo!”

Everyone was shocked, thinking that an enemy was coming, Zong Yue flicked his sleeves, and a white light had already shot out.

White light shot out of the hall door, like a mud cow entering the sea without any movement, even Tiecheng’s voice was gone, Zong Yue raised his eyebrows, and Yun Hen and Meng Fuyao had grown up and ran out.

It was Meng Fuyao who ran out first. She was close to the door, and as soon as she turned to the threshold, the probe immediately retreated as soon as she saw it, knocking back the cloud marks behind, and then immediately closed the door vigorously and bolted. I dragged the stool to the back of the door. I dragged a stool to dissatisfaction, then dragged another, dragged another, and dragged the third, but couldn’t drag it.

There is a person sitting on it, with a light purple robe and a light silver pattern.

Meng Fuyao froze with his hands, his eyes slowly moved up, and he saw the damned man sitting steadily, looking down with a smile, and said, “Fuyao, you are so considerate, knowing that I’m tired, help me drag the stool .”

Meng Fu shook his gaze into that eye for half a second, without saying anything, draw his sword!

Her knife was as bright as snow on the Heavenly God Mountain, and as fast as a meteor passing over the Evergreen Temple, it shot out with a single knife, and her leg was broken!

The leg of the stool is broken.

The four legs of the stool were cut off by her Qi Tan, and only the surface of the stool was left. Meng Fuyao took the knife, laughed, and told you to sit down! Tell you to sit down!

Suddenly her laughter choked in her throat.

On the opposite side, the moment the stool leg was cut off, the white light flashed, and Master Yuan Bao rolled quickly on a wooden pier, just rolling under the stool with the broken leg, and firmly propped the stool upright.

……

Damn, traitors and doglegs are the most extinct creatures in the world!

Meng Fuyao gritted his teeth and closed his knife, his eyes tracing the weird-looking Zong Yue and Yunhen who silently looked at them. There was no way to entangle this black-bellied ancestor here, and kicked the door and went straight to his room. , Shouting angrily, “Changsun Wuji, if you have a seed, don’t follow…”

“I won’t follow if I don’t plant it.” Changsun Wuji took the ingot and followed her leisurely, “Swinging…”

“Shut up!”

“Squeak!”

“Close your beak!”

Master Yuanbao is wronged, it is obviously a rat beak, but why is it a beak?

Meng Fu shook his foot and waited to kick open the door of his room, suddenly felt wrong, what is this called? Lead the wolf into the room? She turned around suddenly, leaned against the door, and said, “If you have something to say, just say it here!”

“Are you sure you want to say here?” Changsun Wuji smiled and looked around: “Are you sure?”

Meng Fuyao looked up suspiciously, grabbed the flower pot on the window sill and threw it out: “The **** will kill you without mercy!”

With a bang, the flowerpot smashed into the shadow behind the flowers and trees in the yard.

After smashing the flowerpot, Meng Fuyao clapped his hands and said: “His Royal Highness, if you have something to say, hurry up and say, I’ll sleep well after I’m finished, and don’t ask me why I am angry, although you have a reason to ask this sentence. , But let me remind you that I will be even more angry if you ask.”

“I know you will be even more angry if I ask,” Changsun Wuji held the ingot and leaned against the tree, “Fuyao, I’m so glad you are a temperament that cannot be concealed.”

He paused and smiled meaningfully: “Thanks to your temperament, I can feel it somewhat. It seems that you and I are destined to face the chase of rejection forever, not hopeless.”

Meng Fuyao sneered: “His Royal Highness, yes, I admit that I am angry. I will not pretend to say that I don’t care while vomiting blood in the back of the person, but please don’t be narcissistic and think that I am because I am angry because of falling in love with you. I just feel that even if it is a friend, I shouldn’t be full of enthusiasm while vowing and concealing the facts. This character problem is very serious, and Meng Fuyao is very angry!”

“Well, I know you won’t admit it.” Changsun Wuji sighed a little helplessly, and walked over, Meng Fuyao immediately jumped back and said, “Don’t come over!”

His Royal Highness could not hear him.

Meng Fuyao jumped again, “Come over again, I will break with you—”

“Kang Dang.”

She stumbled on the threshold and plunged back. She secretly screamed badly at this time, not because she was afraid that the back of her head would make close contact with the earth, but she was afraid that someone would take this opportunity to make close contact with her.

So she rolls faster and wants to get out of the disadvantage. Unfortunately, someone will always be one step faster than her. She only feels that when she stops, a hand is suddenly added to her back. Once that hand takes over the position, she will immediately lose her position. Without stopping, she tapped seven big holes instantly.

Meng Fuyao is bitter, teary looking at the sky, my God, you help me to abuse the sky!

Changsun Wuji hugged her and muttered, “Why is it lighter? Sometimes I really want to tie you to me…” Calmly hugged Meng Fuyao into the room, and then calmly closed the door in some prying eyes. .

The light in the room was not on, and the grandson Wuji did not light the lamp. He gently put Meng Fuyao on the bed, took the water, and washed her away with the light of the stars and the moon, his eyes were long and soft like a silk , Lilac Yanjin sleeves brushed her cheeks, smooth and soft like spring breeze, clinging to the fingers of the face towel, little by little, wiped her forehead, eyes, cheeks, nose, and finally lips.

His finger stopped on her upper lip, and at a certain position, he pressed very lightly with a gesture, as if he was afraid of pressing her, he sighed.

He said: “Fuyao…you always worry me…”

Meng Fuyao can’t move, kill him with his eyes—hypocrite!

Zhang Sun Wuji looked at her as if nothing had happened, he wiped her face and wiped her hands to wash off the blackish color that was deliberately stained. When his finger touched Meng Fuyao’s right little finger, he stopped again, and then, Wearing the face towel, he gently held the deformed finger.

He held it for such a long time, tilted his head slightly, as if he wanted the slightly raised contour of the joints to be deeply penetrated by the long touch at this moment, the moonlight faintly shot in, and he sank in the shadows The body in the air is quiet and cool.

Immediately he loosened his face towel, changed his hand, and held Meng Fu Yao’s veins.

Meng Fuyao only felt the breath of the whole body shook, a long and thick infuriating qi pouring in like water from the channel, quickly flowing into her body, rushing to the place where her internal injury was not healed, the trajectory of that infuriating energy was extremely Familiar, it was the true power of the inner family of Longsun Wuji, she subconsciously wanted to refuse, but her eyes suddenly went dark.

Some unscrupulous person put her to sleep again.

When Meng Fuyao was awakened by someone’s kindness, she only saw the back of the grandson Wuji, who was leaning on the bed and looking at the moonlight. His hair was draped and his breath was lazy. When she heard her sitting up, she didn’t look back. , Said softly:

“Shuyao.”

Meng Fuyao sternly did not answer.

“Folian is not my fiancee.”