Xie Yun raised his eyebrows subtly, and answered with a smile after a while: "Oh?"
Shan Chao nodded and asked:
"Miss Long, what kind of person is Commander Xie?"
The courtyard is bright and clear, and the moonlight casts a bluish-white light on the stone pillars. Shan Chao sat hanging on the railing, looking at the heavy seven-star dragon, only his concentrated profile could be seen in the shadows, and the bridge of his nose cast a deep shadow on his thin cheeks.
This young man from Mobei, silent and strong, upright and lonely, seems to be surrounded by the vicissitudes of life and sand all year round, completely different from Jiangnan literati.
But when he was sitting alone on the bank of this water town with his sword in his hand, he seemed to blend into one body with the lonely moonlit night in the south of the Yangtze River in a strange way.
"You said thank you Commander," Xie Yun said leisurely.
He stroked his chin and seemed to think for a long time before laughing.
"If you ask the guards in Xie's mansion, they will probably say that he is a good master; if you ask Zhang Wenguan, Liu Bingjie and other princeling bosses, they will probably say that he is a villain who helps the evildoers and seeks power; as for the most beautiful woman I met today. As for Miss Fu, she described it most succinctly, saying that Xie Yun is a villain who looks like a ghost and is ruthless."
"—but are these the Xie Yun you know, Master?"
"Everyone's judgment of others is determined by their own standpoint, so what kind of person Xie Yun feels in the master's heart, Xie Yun is that kind of person."
Shan Chao's expression was dazed, and he laughed aloud for a long time: "The girl is talented, but the poor monk sighs."
Xie Yun said: "The master is too famous, and the little girl hasn't read any books. It's just why the master suddenly asked. Could it be related to the Seven Star Longyuan?"
Shan Chao pondered for a moment, then let out a clang.
Accompanied by this soft sound, the Longyuan sword in his hand was half out of its sheath, and the blade reflected an icy cold light.
Some kind of misty and invisible pressure immediately centered on the unsheathed half of the sword, and spread rapidly to the surroundings.
"The ancient divine sword in Forging Sword Village is fake," Shan Chao said in a deep voice, "The real Longyuan sword was held by my master two years ago, and he wanted to kill me."
"I don't know why. I have often had the same dream in the past two years. I dreamed that when I was young, I lived in a desert full of yellow sand, and there was a man named Master who I didn't know. Wolf, I listened to him reading under the oil lamp at night, taught me to write with yellowed pieces of paper, and the cold wind in Mobei blew outside the window."
"A few times I dreamed that camel bells came from the silver-white desert at night, and the master sat in the yard and played the Qiang flute. The sound was distant and intermittent, floating in all directions."
"These dreams reappear in my mind repeatedly, twists and turns, and seem to never end. However, it stops at the same ending every time, which is the scene where Master holds up the seven-star dragon and stabs at me. "
"He wanted to kill me, and he was serious."
Xie Yun closed his eyes and let out a breath.
"And then?" he asked softly.
"Later I woke up, and I was at the gate of the Mercy Temple, my whole body was covered with scars, and I was holding on to the Seven Star Dragon Yuan in my hand. The blood groove on the sword's edge was full of blood. There was a lot of blood, but it wasn't mine."
Shan Chao gently pushed the sword back into its sheath, his eyes were deep and focused, as if he was watching a part of his own life.
"Since that day, I have lost all my memory. I don't know who I am, and I don't know where I am going. I don't understand why I am still alive. Could it be that I grabbed the sword and killed Master at the last moment? But if so, I How did he come to Chang'an from Mobei? If he didn't die, why didn't he come to me for revenge?"
"I've been waiting for him, and finally realized that there's never going to be a real closure to this thing unless I go find it myself."
From the grass in the distance, the slight chirping of night insects could be heard intermittently, appearing and disappearing from time to time.
The moon moved through the clouds, slowly moving across the sky.
"Your memory may have been sealed with a secret method." Xie Yun said in a low voice, "Maybe some secrets in this world are crueler than you can imagine, and forgetting is the best way to protect..."
But Shan Chao shook his head and said, "No one will give up their past easily, Miss Long. No matter how unbearable the truth is, it is evidence of a person's existence."
Xie Yun paused for breath, Shan Chao turned over and sat upright from the top of the railing, nodded apologetically and folded his hands together.
"Due to the defense of men and women along the way, I didn't face the girl, and I didn't even chat a few words. It's very offensive to have a shallow conversation tonight. Please don't blame the girl."
Xie Yun crossed his arms in front of his chest, leaning on the lush ancient trees in the courtyard with his left shoulder, looked Shan Chao up and down for a moment, and suddenly asked coldly, "Master, you think Commander Xie of Chang'an might be your master?"
Shan Chao paused, shook his head and said, "I hope not."
"Why?"
Shan Chao laughed at himself.
"I'm not afraid of the girl's jokes. Although the master once wanted to kill me, but day and night, the stars change, and in the thousands of miles of desert, he is the only one who has lived with me for so many years..."
"I still have feelings for him in my heart, and I don't want him to be like Xie Yun..."
Xie Yun was expressionless.
"Dragon girl?"
"..."
"You're right." Xie Yun smiled brightly, his eyes were extremely kind: "It's getting late, Master, please go to rest early."
Xie Yun turned around abruptly and wanted to leave. Shan Chao blinked his eyes in doubt, feeling that there was something wrong with the words, but he didn't pay much attention in his desperation: "Miss, forgive me, I still have a little unclear, please wait a moment!"
Xie Yun stopped, only to hear Shan Chao sincerely say from behind: "This is not easy to ask at the banquet, if there is any abruptness, Miss Wanwang Haihan—I just want to be a weak woman who imprisoned the Xie family, yes How do you know where Kongtong, Qingcheng and other martial arts sects are located, and how far are they from Jiangnan?"
Xie Yun turned around slowly, meeting Shan Chao's gaze.
"Little girl..."
Xie Yun hadn't finished speaking, when suddenly at this moment, there was a crashing sound not far away, followed by a shrill female voice piercing the sky—
"Ghost!"
"Come on! There is a ghost!"
After a few seconds of silence, the lights came on, footsteps followed, and the servants and disciples who were watching the night shouted together.
Shan Chao and Xie Yun were stunned at the same time.
·
Half a quarter of an hour later, the inner hall of Duanjianzhuang.
Shan Chao, Xie Yun, and Chen Haiping who came after hearing the news sat at the bottom of the hall. Fu Wenjie, who arrived last, was also carried and sat opposite them with a pale face.
On the first seat, Fu Xiangrong was wrapped in a robe, snuggling into the old lady's arms tremblingly, and several of her personal servant girls were crying together below. Among them, one of the older ones was bolder, sobbing and saying: "Miss heard some movement outside, we lifted the bamboo mat, and saw that female ghost on the courtyard... smiling at us... with blood all over her face. …”
"Ah!" Fu Xiangrong exclaimed in shock, and suddenly covered her ears.
"My dear, don't be afraid, don't be afraid," the old lady immediately comforted the girl softly, and said angrily at the girl: "Even if you want to return to the master, you should be more tactful! How come there are so many gods and ghosts! My sword forging village is so impressive! For decades, if you are sitting up straight, what kind of lonely ghost dares to come to your door?"
The servant girl stammered and defended: "It's true that all of us have seen it. The female ghost is wearing a shroud, which looks like... as if..."
"I think it's clear that you girls are naughty and have colluded to scare the master for fun!" The old lady is more stubborn when she is older: "Needless to say, someone will take them down and lock them in the firewood room, and we will talk about them in the morning." Interrogate carefully!"
The maids burst into tears, some begged the old lady, some climbed up to hug the lady's thigh, and the scene was very lively. Shan Chao's lips parted, as if he wanted to persuade those girls how pitiful they were, but before he could speak, Fu Xiangrong suddenly screamed: "There is a ghost! I knew it was her, that woman is not reconciled!"
Everyone trembled, the old lady was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said: "Don't talk nonsense!"
"Obviously that's the case! That woman climbed up to our house from a small family, relying on my brother's liking, and ignored her parents-in-law and sister-in-law! At the end of the day, I had no luck and couldn't give birth to a son. She kicked her foot and died on the delivery bed. Since then, she has come out every now and then to make trouble!" Fu Xiangrong's brows stood on end, and the more she spoke, the more angry she became: "This time I must invite monks and priests to do the magic trick, and I must beat her out of her wits!"
The old lady coaxed her daughter in a panic: "Be patient for now, the family is dealing with important events, and you can't help but do whatever rituals you want to do later..." At the same time, she was anxious: "Pull these girls out! Crying here makes me upset !"
Xie Yun looked at Fu Wenjie's pale face with great interest, and turned his head slightly after admiring him enough: "Mr. Chen."
Chen Haiping felt very entangled with Xie Yun's initiative to talk to him now, but after a moment of entanglement, he still couldn't help it, "Hey, Miss Long?"
Xie Yun smiled and asked: "Little... little girl, I don't know something, and I want to ask Mr. Chen for advice. Could it be that the female ghost that Miss Fu is talking about is the bedside girl of the young master?"
——He said the word "bed girl" very naturally and smoothly, and Shan Chao couldn't help raising his eyebrows slightly, and glanced at him.
"Girl Bingxue is smart, and she guessed half right." Chen Haiping sighed, and said sadly: "I shouldn't make irresponsible remarks about the affairs of my aunt's house, but Cousin Fu is not talking about the bedside girl... but about the sword-forging village back then. Young Madam, cousin Ming Mei's original wife, died a year ago due to dystocia."
Xie Yun made an appropriate expression of concern, and politely raised his finger, signaling him to continue.
It turned out that Fu Wenjie, the Shaozhuang owner of Forging Sword Village, went into obsession with practicing kungfu when he was young, and injured his legs. The old owner was still there back then, and the master hired a daughter from an ordinary family for him. Although the family had no foundation, she was gentle and virtuous, and she had a very good relationship with Fu Wenjie. After a year of marriage, she became pregnant.
This was originally a happy event, but after several doctors checked the pulse, they all said that it was a female fetus, and the old lady was very upset.
The old lady didn't like this daughter-in-law in the first place - most of the parents thought that their children were the best in the world, and the old lady also thought that her son would not be bad for a princess. This daughter-in-law comes from a humble background, but she is a bit talented, which has already made her mother-in-law dissatisfied; moreover, the relationship between her son and daughter-in-law is still very good, and her son has defended her several times because of her discussion about her daughter-in-law. In the eyes of the old lady , This is no different from a son who was spoiled since childhood being abducted by another woman.
After learning that her daughter-in-law was pregnant with a girl, the old lady became more and more dissatisfied, and there were several incidents between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. Just when the house was restless, some doctor and the old lady presented a prescription, saying that it can turn females into males - if it is taken regularly until delivery, the female fetus can be converted into a male fetus, and the child born must be a baby boy. My big fat boy.
The old lady was overjoyed when she saw it, and immediately asked someone to fry it for her daughter-in-law. Although Fu Wenjie felt that this method was unreliable, but at this time the family was already in dire straits. If a boy was really born, all conflicts between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law would be resolved in a logical way; The existence of Fang Zi.
Who knows that Duan Jianzhuang didn't expect that human beings are not as good as heavens, and the natural gender can be easily changed by manpower? The young lady drank the birth-changing medicine for several months, and once she gave birth, it was difficult to give birth. After struggling for a whole day and night, she managed to give birth to a deformed baby who looked like a man and a woman. After crying twice on the floor, she lost her breath. .
And the young lady herself collapsed from exhaustion after giving birth, and her soul drifted away, never coming down from the delivery bed.
No one expected that such a happy wedding would turn into a trivial matter. The owner of the young village lost his wife, and he is now a widower.
·
With the incident of being haunted, and the fact that the clues about Qixing Longyuan had been broken, Jianjianzhuang was not easy to deal with. The next morning, Shan Chao and Xie Yun came to bid farewell to the old lady and Fu Wenjie and left.
At this time, besides Chen Haiping, there were more than a dozen representative disciples from Kongtong, Qingcheng, Huashan and other famous sects sitting in the hall, while Fu Wenjie and the old lady sat on the left and right in the hall. Xie Yun admired it for a while through the veil. Seeing that the faces of both of them were very haggard, it could be seen that they were not in the mood to rest after the scene last night.
Shan Chao briefly explained his intentions in the future, did not mention haunting, only said that he still wanted to find relatives for Miss Long, so it was not good to stay here for a long time. Fu Wenjie felt very regretful when he heard this: "Master's heart is kind, and Fu admires it very much. It's just that Master and Miss Long might as well stay for a while—Although Jianjianzhuang is nothing, at least there is still some influence in the world; wait until next month Wouldn't it be much more convenient to find out the news for Miss Long after the martial arts conference is over?"
Shan Chao glanced at Xie Yun, hesitating for a moment.
Xie Yun just smiled and said nothing. He is wearing a black robe today, with the white satin lining exposed at the collar and cuffs, and he can't tell which is whiter, the snowy silk satin or the neck and wrists. Although he didn't show his face, many young martial arts disciples in the hall have already stolen Looked over a lot of eyes.
"Besides, there is another reason, the master doesn't know about it."
Fu Wenjie sighed, and said: "In addition to the election of a new leader, there is another important event in this martial arts conference, which is to call on all the sects to unite and discuss the plan to expel the Shenguimen. Mobei invaded the Central Plains, and has penetrated heavily in Dongdu, Jiangnan and other places, not only using various means to annex small sects to expand itself, but also bribed the government to create many incidents of assassination, assassination, burning, killing and looting... "
All the famous sects in the hall were excited, and one of the disciples of Kongtong said angrily: "Exactly! The Kongtong seal, the treasure of our sect, was set on fire by the Shengui sect. The uncle went to ask for it but failed. He was severely injured by them and almost died!"
"Under the sect!"
"No evil, no evil!"
"Collude with the government! Harm me in the Central Plains martial arts!"
Fu Wenjie rubbed his temples, and said helplessly: "I don't know the origin of the Shenguimen. In just a few years, it has become extremely difficult to control. Because of this, we want to unite all the forces that can be united. Master, you are very powerful in martial arts. It’s easy to teach my cousin Haimin a lesson, why don’t you stay and participate in the martial arts competition together…”
Xie Yun looked at Fu Wenjie thoughtfully.
Shan Chao also seemed to feel something was wrong, and his brows frowned slightly.
Although everyone in the hall didn't know the origin of this order, they were convinced that Chen Haiping was the best among the younger generation. Hearing that Shan Chao could easily restrain the only descendant of the Chen family in the south of the Yangtze River, they all fell silent suspiciously, and looked up and down at this young monk with a straight back and a Buddhist robe.
Shan Chao was quite helpless, standing silently in front of everyone's eyes for a while, and finally said: "Thank you for your hospitality, but the poor monk has other important matters, let's forget it."
"Wait a minute, master," Fu Wenjie tried hard to persuade him to stay: "It's rare to see a martial arts event in many years, so you don't need to be in a hurry..."
"The owner of the young village has blue eyes, and the poor monk is ashamed to accept it." Shan Chao still insisted: "But I really have something important to do now, see you later."
Shan Chao clasped his hands together, nodded, turned around and strode out of the main hall.
Xie Yun smiled at Fu Wenjie, who was lost, and turned around—but at this moment, two disciples in gray clothes from Forging Jianzhuang suddenly ran into the gate, and their expressions changed in a hurry: "Young master! The gate There is something important to report!"
Fu Wenjie wondered, "What's the matter?"
"Shenguimen sent people to send a large amount of property, saying it was... saying it was a betrothal gift!"
It is said that Cao Cao arrived, and the famous faction was here to discuss how to crusade against the Shenguimen, and the Shenguimen came to the door by themselves.
Ten loads of boxes and cages were placed heavily under the hall, and the disciple stepped forward and uncovered the red cloth, only to see that inside was a bundle of silk, jewels, wild geese, deerskin, big Zhang, jade, etc., which turned out to be a full wedding things.
The disciple in gray bowed his head and said, "Several people from the Shengui Sect are waiting outside, so let us bring the betrothal gift first, and write a letter to the owner of the young village: It is said that Miss Jiuwen is the number one martial artist in today's martial arts world." Beauty, she should be matched with the number one hero in martial arts today; the first disciple of the gods and ghosts is now in his weaker years, and he has not yet married a wife, so he is a good match... "
Mrs. Fu received the letter tremblingly, and tore it up angrily before reading it: "It's too much of a deception! No one will come to force you to marry me!"
Fu Wenjie was also full of displeasure: "Go outside the door and tell those people that if you want to propose marriage, follow the rules, what a mess!"
"The gods and ghosts said... that if the young master asks, he will say that this is their rule." The disciple desperately lowered his head and did not dare to raise his eyes, his face flushed red: "Also said that they are willing to come to propose marriage. It’s a special treat—extra preferential treatment, I hope the young master and the old lady will understand..."
Fu Wenjie and the old lady looked at each other, and said coldly: "In this case, please invite them back. If we don't agree to the marriage proposal, let's take the things away."
"That's right, even the marriage proposal should be more gentle. How can you agree to a forced marriage?" It's not easy for young people to intervene in this kind of thing. A few representative disciples of the Qingcheng faction were a little older, so they chimed in and said, "If you take things away, you can't accept them." You don't need to come in to see me!" "It's too much to deceive people, the gate of gods and ghosts is really not a good thing!" "The villagers outside the Great Wall don't understand etiquette, so this is also a place for them to be presumptuous?"
But the gray-clothed disciple shook his head anxiously, "He, they said, since this marriage has already been mentioned, it is not up to our Sword Forging Village to decide. The Shengui Sect has made up its mind, unless, unless..."
Before he could finish his sentence, all the young people in the hall couldn't hold back any longer, and they shouted angrily: "How dare you!" "A sect that is about to be destroyed, how dare you be so arrogant?" "Kick them out! "
Fu Wenjie snapped the case: "How dare you threaten me, unless what? Send them away!"
With a plop, the gray-clothed disciple knelt on the ground, trembling so much that his voice changed its tone:
"They said, unless...unless the young master and the old lady want...there will never be a sword forging village in the Jianghu!..."
For a moment, there was silence all around, and everyone's expressions changed.
Immediately afterwards, it was like pouring cold water into a boiling oil pan, and the whole house exploded!
"Mother! Brother!" A figure staggered in with the curtain lifted, and screamed, "I don't want to marry! I don't want to marry such a shabby god and ghost, drive them away!"
Mrs. Fu also ignored the presence of outsiders, and hugged her daughter: "My poor boy..."
Shan Chao was a little surprised in the hall, he didn't expect to come to say goodbye early in the morning, and unexpectedly bumped into such a play.
But it was too late for him to leave, and he saw that there was a lot of discussion and anger around, Miss Fu crying in the hall, the old lady stomping her feet, and the young owner full of sorrow and sighs, it was a mess.
A person beside him said softly: "Dianjianzhuang dare not refuse."
Shan Chao turned his head and saw Xie Yun standing beside him, with a funny smile on his side under the light veil: "Shenguimen will come sooner or later, just in time for the forging sword village to undertake Coming up to the gate of the martial arts conference, it is still so majestic and unscrupulous... Don’t think that Forging Sword Village has something to hold in people’s hands.”
As he spoke, he glanced at Shan Chao, and asked with a smile, "What do you think, Master?"
For some reason, at that moment, the smile on the corners of his pale red lips moved Shan Chao's heart slightly.
Xie Yun restrained his smile: "Master?"
Shan Chao suddenly came back to his senses.
Although the demeanor is inexplicably familiar, but the body shape is different, the face is different, and the line of the mandible is softer if you look closely, so... I must have misidentified it.
"... The poor monk is rude." Shan Chao nodded, and said hoarsely: "The girl is right, and the poor monk also... thinks so."
Forging Jianzhuang did not dare to refuse, not only Xie Yun could see this, Fu Xiangrong also keenly sensed the hesitation of his mother and brother not far away, and immediately cried even harder: "I won't go to the place where people eat people, I won't go !" She pushed the old lady, turned around with tears in her eyes, and shouted at Chen Haiping: "Cousin!"
Chen Haiping was taken aback.
Fu Xiangrong cried: "My cousin and I are childhood sweethearts. Although adults have not said it clearly for so many years, my cousin should also know my heart. Cousin is just watching me marry into that ghost family?"
— This is the first time that Fu Xiangrong has expressed his confession so clearly in so many years, and it was still in front of everyone, with a hoarse voice and tears streaming down his face.
Chen Haiping paused, slowly clenched the hand holding the sword hilt, and closed his eyes gently for a while.
"Xiangrong."
The voice passed through the lobby, completely different from his usual impression, with hoarseness and depression that had completely calmed down.
"You and I are childhood sweethearts, childhood sweethearts, even if there is a strong enemy in front of us today, but a good man with a three-footed Qingfeng, if I just watch my cousin jump into the fire pit but can't save him, then I can't even count as a man."
"But—your thoughtful cousin can't take it."
"Cousin has always only regarded you as a younger sister. If you accept your thoughts, it will be a disappointment to you."
The whole hall was silent for a moment, Wei Shanchao shook his head unexpectedly, and said very softly:
"This Mr. Chen is really a man..."
Immediately after he caught sight of Xie Yun out of the corner of his eye, he was suddenly taken aback.
Xie Yun looked at Chen Haiping, but it seemed that through him, he saw the more obscure and distant past events that had long been lost and dissipated in the wind and sand in the sky.
After a long time, a silent, long and deep sigh gradually appeared in his eyes.
"..." Fu Xiangrong's face was red and white, with tears rolling in his eyes, he suddenly broke down and screamed, "Liars! You are all liars! Cousin obviously likes me!"
"I don't want to marry unless I die!"
Hearing the jingling of the ring pendant in front of the hall, Fu Xiangrong rushed towards the stone pillar in the corner of the hall, wanting to die in a fit of rage!
"Xiangrong!"
Fu Wenjie was not good at walking, the old lady was old and frail, and many people in the hall were completely unresponsive; Shan Chao was the fastest, and when he was about to dodge to stop her, he suddenly heard a sound from outside the door—whoosh!
Shan Chao stopped suddenly and tilted his head.
A light and shadow passed through the crowd, brushed his cheek and flew past, and there was only a crisp "pop" at the very moment!
"Ah!" Fu Xiangrong was hit in the ankle and fell to the ground with a scream.
Only then did the thing fall to the ground slowly, and everyone cast their eyes on it, and were instantly stunned.
"Trees..." Someone lost his voice: "Leaves?"
Falling leaves and flying flowers can hurt people, this is an unheard of kung fu in legends!
- Who is it
"Miss has such a strong temper." A cold and clear boy's voice sounded from outside the door, lazily said: "I really want to die so much, it won't be too late to die slowly after getting married."
Everyone suddenly turned their heads, and saw outside the main hall, surrounded by a dozen men in black with silver masks, a young man in the middle was stepping over the high threshold and coming in majestically.
The young man's face is extremely handsome, his eyebrows are like stars, his lips are thin and his lips are bright red, even a bit too beautiful; but his figure is also extremely sturdy, he is dressed in short clothes, and the strong muscles of his upper arms, back, and waist can be seen through the material of the clothes .
The chilling thing is two things.
First of all, this man has short red hair, the color is as bright as blood, against the barbarian's white complexion, it can be called monstrous; the second is that he has a pair of weapons crossed on his back - two Huge iron hook.
The hook has a sharp tip and a cold light, and it is carried around by him without the sheath, it seems that he can pull out the hook easily, and it will cut people's heads to pieces.
"God..." After several breaths, a trembling voice came from the crowd: "God and Ghost Gate..."
The young man stood in the middle of the lobby, with his hands behind his back, with a relaxed expression:
"Jing Ling, the first disciple of the Lower God and Ghost Sect, passed down from Emperor Jing to Wu Jing, the spirit eel is probably the spirit of a dragon."
"Everyone has been taught."
——Shan Chao stared at the dozens of masked subordinates beside the young man, his pupils constricted rapidly.
The silver mask Xie Yun, the commander of the imperial guards, and the words he heard in the secret passage that day flashed in his mind at the same time: "Commander Xie is worthy of being a secret killer..."
"The prince's life is dying, but you have almost recovered..."
Whispering continued in the hall, and Fu Wenjie's chest heaved violently in the first seat, staring at Jing Ling for a long time and hoarsely said: "Young Master Jing came to the humble house, what exactly is your intention?!"
The hostility in these words is quite obvious, but Jing Ling didn't notice it, raised an eyebrow and said relaxedly: "Propose marriage."
"Although the foundation of Forging Sword Village is shallow, it has a history of a hundred years at least. It cannot tolerate others running wild here! If the gods and ghosts want to be presumptuous, don't blame me, Forging Sword Village, for not being merciful to you today!"
Jing Ling asked with a smile: "Is it presumptuous to propose a marriage? Does your girl not plan to marry in this life?"
Everyone was overwhelmed by it.
"Proposing marriage is not such a way of thinking, even Xiangrong can't marry in such a treasured land as Shenguimen!" The old lady wanted to scold her, but Fu Wenjie interrupted sharply: "Mr. Jing, please come back!"
Jing Ling's grinning complexion suddenly changed, and a chilling ruthlessness gradually appeared in those evil eyes.
"Then what if," he said slowly, "I want to marry?"
The atmosphere became tense, everyone in the hall held their breath, and it was so quiet that a needle could be heard falling on the ground.
"Dream! What are you, Miss Ben will never marry!"
At this critical moment, Fu Xiangrong suddenly let out a shriek of shock, then looked around with tears in his eyes, and suddenly caught a glimpse of Shan Chao in the crowd, who was dressed in Buddhist beads, and immediately shouted angrily: "—Miss Ben would rather marry a monk than you!"
Shan Chao: "...?"
There was a complete silence in the hall.
If the silence just now was nervous, then it is weird now.
Jing Ling turned her head in the direction of Fu Xiangrong's finger, and originally wanted to make some sarcasm, but her eyes met Shan Chao's, immediately like a male wolf smelling the same kind of smell in the crowd, and she didn't think people felt the earthquake.
Shan Chao is carrying two swords, standing with arms folded, with sharp eyebrows and clear eyes. That posture is like a boulder in the desert that has been honed by the wind and sand for thousands of years, exuding an invisible and strong sense of oppression, which makes people feel a cold hostility from the bottom of their hearts.
"..." Jing Ling withdrew her gaze and said coldly, "Miss is just kidding. She is known as the number one beauty in martial arts, so how can she marry a monk?"
When he said this, his hands had hung from the posture behind his back to his side, his index finger and middle finger were slightly bent, and his arm muscles tensed silently.
— But Fu Xiangrong didn't see it.
Fu Xiangrong seemed to think of something, his eyes lit up: "Don't you just want to marry the number one beauty in martial arts, okay!"
Enduring the pain in her feet, she got up and stumbled forward. Everyone didn't realize what she was going to do, but they saw that she was extremely sensitive at this time, and rushed straight to Xie Yun in the crowd, tearing off Xie Yun's veil!
"—This is the number one beauty in martial arts!"
Pointing at Xie Yun, Fu Xiangrong said hoarsely, "Jing, let me go and marry her!"
Shan Chao was furious, and grabbed the veil from Fu Xiangrong's hand: "You—"
Everyone turned their heads to look at the same time, and saw that Xie Yun's eyes seemed a little surprised, but he didn't seem to have any emotions at all. He raised his eyebrows and glanced at Jing Ling not far away.
Jing Ling was startled.
He frowned slowly, staring fixedly at Xie Yun's face, as if some profound fragments suddenly flashed out of his mind: "This—"
Immediately afterwards, he narrowed his eagle-like sharp eyes and stared at Xie Yun's shoulders, chest and hips, and the word "girl" behind him remained silent for a long time.
—his voice faltered.
The author has something to say:
"Emperor Jing was passed on to Wu" and "The spirit eel may be a dragon" are Song poems, which are hereby marked