Since ancient times, talented people have been romantic. This kind of romance does not refer to the movement of some women, but refers to love. Ruthlessness is not as painful as sentimentality. One inch can turn into thousands of strands. This is love. ∑,
There is love and infatuation in life. This hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon. It is also love.
Too many talented people dream that one day they will hold hands with their children and grow old together with them, thinking that they will never regret it as their clothes get wider and wider, and they will become haggard because of their love. They also think that if their love lasts for a long time, how can they be together? Day and night.
Some of these emotions are bitter, some are separated, some are single-minded, and some are mutually satisfying.
It seems that many of them are not as beautiful as expected, but the talented people still rush to fall in like moths to the flame.
actually…
The reason is not difficult to understand.
In this world, studying is the only way to become an official. I studied hard for ten years in a cold window, looking out the window every day as the sun rises and sets, flowers bloom and fade, winter passes and spring comes.
One day, riding a horse and holding a fan, receiving a salary from thousands of people, if you directly accept the marriage promise with your fingertips, and take off the hijab that has never been covered...
It would be fine if she had a beautiful face, but how many beautiful women are there in the world who can express their emotions to a talented man
This is a bipolar world.
For men, reciting poems, composing poems, painting and calligraphy are all skills. For women, unless there are exceptions, generally speaking, the three obediences and the four virtues are beautiful, and those without talents are virtues.
So, when two people like this walk together, how many words can they use to communicate
So, in the two-pole world, brothels are rampant, wonderful songs are sung, and in the wind and moon, women play the piano, paint, and recite poems, pairing up with the talented men, looking at the moon, drinking together, talking about the past and the present.
Why not have fun
Therefore, in this world, if any famous talent does not have a few heart-stirring, tortuous and bizarre love stories, in the circle of talented people, they will be embarrassed to talk about the word "love".
And Yun Qingwu was undoubtedly the person in the dreams of countless talented people in the Great Xia Dynasty, who acted out their misery, single thoughts, and admiration.
Because Yun Qingwu understands piano, painting, chess, and poetry. It can be said that as long as the talented people can do it, she can do it.
So…
How could the talented men endure and not fall in love with such a woman
"Yun Qingwu, why are you in the Southern Territory?!"
This was the first thought of the talented people, and their second thought was "Has Yun Qingwu been kidnapped?" Of course, this second thought did not last long.
Because they saw the demons behind Yun Qingwu, those demons with serious expressions, but respectful to Yun Qingwu.
"Yun Qingwu, is he also a demon?!"
When this idea arose in the minds of the talented people, their hearts were broken. However, despite being heartbroken, a few talented people plucked up the courage and clenched their fists.
Even if you are a demon, you cannot stop my admiration for you.
This is love.
At least, this is the sentiment that the talented men of this world admire.
Nangong Hao's eyes also noticed Yun Qingwu, who was wearing plain clothes and a white skirt on the cliff of Fenggu Mountain. However, his expression and reaction were completely different from those of the talented people.
"Are you really not dead?" The sword in Nangong Hao's hand tightened subconsciously. In his mind, he recalled the scene in the lake not long ago. That time, he slashed down the forty-nine-seven-star sword formation with his sword, staining his white clothes with blood.
However, he has always had a doubt.
that is…
Is the woman killed by him in the boat really Yun Qingwu
"Young Master of the Demon Clan, Yun Qingwu!" Xing Qingsui's eyes were filled with coldness at this moment. The moment he saw Yun Qingwu, the sword in his hand was taken out of the scabbard.
The dark sword pointed at the guqin in Yun Qingwu's hand, her fighting spirit rising rapidly.
"What? Yun Qingwu is a demon...young master?!"
"Mr. Xing, did you make a mistake?"
"How can this be?"
After hearing Xing Qingsui's words, all the talented people looked at the figure on the cliff with disbelief. This feeling was comparable to pointing at a vegetable vendor and saying, "Look, this is the emperor of our Great Xia Dynasty." , it’s even more surprising, at least, these talented people don’t want to believe it.
Of course, what determines belief or disbelief is not what you think in your heart, but...
fact!
As the melodious sound of the piano lingered in the air, the men in black standing behind Yun Qingwu also lifted their cloaks one by one.
Two light red magic eyes lit up at this moment.
Although the red color of the two magic eyes is somewhat different from the red color of the magic eye on Bai Xing's forehead, the realm they represent is already very obvious.
Samsara, two reincarnations!
In addition, there was another person standing next to the two reincarnations. The magic eye on his forehead was green, but it was so green that it made people tremble.
Return to the peak of light realm.
There are three deputy commanders of the Ten Realms of the Demon Clan and the Star Realm, two are reincarnations and one is at the peak of the Return to Light Realm. As for the man in black standing behind these three people, his forehead is all green.
"Two reincarnation realms, one at the peak of the light-returning realm, and at least fifty elites from the light-returning realm, plus... the soldiers from the southern region surrounding us... How are we going to fight this battle?"
"My life is at risk!"
"No, I'm just here for the exam, I don't want to die!"
"Shut up, just die, what's the point of screaming! If you die under a pomegranate skirt, you can be charming even if you are a ghost, Yun Qingwu, I just want to die in your hands!" A talented man glanced at the side of him with disdain and his legs were frightened. The soft talented man then looked at the figure in plain clothes and white skirt on the cliff of Fenggu Valley with tears in his eyes and shouted.
Just as the talented man finished speaking, a purple light rushed into the sky from behind Yun Qingwu, and then fell from the sky.
"puff!"
A blood arrow spurted out from the talented man's mouth.
He looked at his chest in disbelief, because there was a sword on his chest, a sword that had been completely pierced into his chest.
Bright red blood flowed from the blade and dripped to the ground.
"You..." The talented man looked at the middle-aged man standing in front of him, as well as the magic eyes with light red light on the middle-aged man's forehead, and seemed extremely unwilling to do so.
"It's just stupid!" The middle-aged man drew his sword and blood spurted out, but he never looked at the talented man again from beginning to end, and he didn't even give a more specific reason for the killing.
Just four words came out faintly from his mouth.
After studying hard for ten years, he once passed the palace examination and was pursued by tens of thousands of people for a salary. He was determined to find the love in his heart. At the last moment he closed his eyes, he heard these four words.
It's just trivial.
Panic, confusion, hesitation, at a loss...
At this moment, these talented people who once claimed to be geniuses finally understood the truth. In the Great Xia Dynasty, under the huge halo of the famous family behind them, they were the proud ones of heaven.
They can indulge in love affairs, they can swim around the lake and talk freely, reciting poems and composing poems.
However, one day, once they step out of Daxia and step out of the aura of a famous family, they can't do anything.
Just like the upright person they once were.
A person from a mountain village, no matter how talented he is, can he make waves? How can a commoner in a mountain village feel the heritage of a famous family
At that time, they were proud and arrogant.
But now...
When they were in the dispute between the Great Xia Dynasty and the Southern Territory, and between the Southern Territory and the Demon Clan, they also felt a kind of powerlessness.
A genius at the peak of Amaterasu realm
In front of the demons in the reincarnation realm, they are nothing but grass.
Kusuke can kill with one sword casually.
Chen Feiyu looked at the talented man lying in a pool of blood. The talented man was very close to him, so close that he was only two steps away. He could even feel the temperature of the blood spurting from the talented man's chest after the middle-aged man drew his sword. .
Bright red blood splashed on his face.
His eyes looked at the unwillingness and despair on the talented man's face. For the first time, he felt that death was so close to him.
As a descendant of the Thirteenth House, he has certainly seen too much blood.
However, the blood was not as hot as it is now, because behind the blood, there was a blessing, the blessing of the Thirteenth House.
When he broke through from the peak of Amaterasu realm to the Huiguang realm.
There was only one thought in his mind, and that was to show off, show his strength, let people exclaim, let people admire, let people know that he, Chen Feiyu, is a genius.
But what now
When a demon from the reincarnation realm stood less than two steps in front of him, holding a blood-stained sword in his hand, he said a mere four words to a human who was also a descendant of a noble family.
What is he doing
When he returned to the Light Realm, he never wanted to show off his strength.
However, when he really had the chance now, he only had one thought in his mind, and that was to wait. He didn't know whether he was waiting for the opponent's sword to fall, or waiting for the opponent to leave.
Chen Feiyu didn't look at the middle-aged man's expression, let alone the evil eye that made his heart tremble. He just lowered his head and looked at the talented man on the ground with a painful expression...
The middle-aged man slowly put away his sword.
Then, he looked at the silent talents all around. There was a kind of light in his eyes, which was a light of contempt and disdain.
He put away his sword and did not draw it out again. Slowly, the middle-aged man walked past the talents who were frozen in place, rubbed their shoulders, and walked in the direction of Bai Xing and Nangong Hao.
"He is only one person. As long as we work together..." A talented man spoke at this time, but before he finished speaking, he could no longer speak.
Because there is a sword on his throat, a sword stained with blood.
The talent's eyes looked at the sword on his throat, with disbelief, despair and unwillingness. His expression was somewhat similar to that of the talent just now, but the difference was that his eyes did not look at the middle-aged man holding the sword. Instead, he looked around him at the talented people who usually called each other brothers and drank and chatted...
But now, the eyes of these talented men were also looking at him, but their bodies remained motionless and not a single sound came out of their mouths.
"puff!"
Blood spurted out from the throat like a spring, depositing its last bright colors in the air.
The middle-aged man put his sword into its sheath again, and he also didn't look at the talented man. The difference was that this time he didn't even bother to say the word "careless".
Bright red blood dripped from his hands to the ground.
Step by step, the middle-aged man's expression never changed. Until he came to Bai Xing's side and finally stood still, he didn't speak again.
He did not draw his sword again, but just watched quietly, looking at Bai Xing, looking at Nangong Hao, looking at Yan Xiu, and looking at Fang Zhengzheng lying on the ground.
The sound of the piano was still reverberating. From the middle-aged man taking out his sword, to the middle-aged man walking to Bai Xing and others, the sound of the piano kept ringing without any pause in between.
The melody is still so sweet and beautiful.
But…
At this moment, the talents could no longer feel the melodiousness in their hearts and ears. The only thing they could feel was perhaps blood, bright red blood.
"Mr. Xing, what should we do now?"
"Yes, the Holy One gave you the Holy Order. What should be explained? Did he put the Poshan Army in the Southern Region? If so, now..."
"Young Master Xing, we alone can't stop so many soldiers and demons from the Southern Territory!"
The leading sergeants finally spoke at this time, and all their eyes looked at Xing Qingsui, who was standing in front of them.
After all, the current situation has reached a point where it has to be released.
The soldiers from the Southern Territory and the masters of the demon clan surrounded them from the front and back. With such a huge contrast in strength, it was impossible to win.
And Xing Qing suddenly appeared here, holding the holy order in his hand, which was indeed the only hope in their hearts.
When the other talents heard this, they all looked at Xing Qingsui, as if they were looking at the last straw.
Xing Qingsui did not stand with the talented men. He stood with the leading sergeants, or in other words, closer to Fang Zhengyi.
Listening to the words of the leading sergeants and the voices of the talented people around them.
Xing Qingsui did not speak immediately, but looked at the worshiping star in front of Nangong Hao and the soldiers from the Southern Territory who were constantly pouring out of the Han Yuan tribe.
There was obvious hesitation in his eyes.
No one knew what Xing Qing was hesitating about, because, according to normal principles, this time should be the time for a head-on battle with the Southern Territory and the demons.
However, Xing Qingsui did hesitate.
At this time, the music finally stopped, the melodious voice was no longer there, and the melodious melody was no longer there. However, compared with just now, the hearts of the talented people were heavier.
It felt like waiting for some kind of sentencing.
Life or death!
This is a sadder and more ridiculous feeling. A woman who attracted the affection of the talented men of the Great Xia Dynasty now controls their life and death.
So, what kind of decision will this woman, who knows everything about music, chess, poetry and painting, and is versed in poetry and song, make for these talented people
Yun Qingwu's hand had already been put down from the guqin, and at this time, her body slowly stood up from the stone bench. The eyes that had once haunted countless people slowly looked down. (To be continued.)