Legend of Fu Yao

Chapter 1: Seventeen years later

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"The third."

Meng Fuyao stepped on the chest of the person under him, put his elbows on his knees, and leaned slightly, looking at the object in his hand with great interest under the sunlight shining through the green branches and leaves in the dense forest.

It was a black hexagonal talisman-shaped object with simple and simple patterns, and its texture was neither gold nor jade. The corner on the lower right was slightly larger than the other corners, and it was polished particularly sharply, like a black-green fang. Shine in the sun.

Meng Fuyao gently caressed the protruding corners with his fingers, showing an inexplicable smile, tossed the black talisman in his palm, and whistled.

Her upturned chin draws a flowing arc in the broken gold-like sunlight, extending out the exquisite lines of the entire face. On the white forehead, two very elegant eyebrows stretch out and become more and more beautiful. It seemed that the pair of black and angry eyes under the eyebrows were so bright that they could not be restrained, like the sharp edge of a famous sword.

"Hey, the talisman of the Heavenly Fiend Dynasty! Good luck!"

Meng Fuyao clapped his hands, and casually stuffed the black talisman into his bosom. When he tucked it in, there was a subtle and crisp sound of gold and jade being struck. There, there were already two similar talisman cards, but the shape was different. They are slightly different, representing different countries.

Meng Fuyao listened carefully to the clashing sound, raised his eyebrows and smiled.

When you have collected all the pass symbols of the seven countries in the world, you can...

"Fuyao!"

The footsteps of someone walking through flowers and leaves came from behind, Meng Fuyao squinted his eyes, tapped the acupuncture points of the person under him with a flick of his finger, and kicked into the bushes in front of him.

Immediately she stood up straight, looked back, and saw the person coming, her smile spread on the corner of her lips, her eyes were crystal clear, with a bit of joy and concern that couldn't help showing.

"Shocking dust."

The young man in Tsing Yi who came over was handsome and upright, with a bright complexion, and his clothing made him have a superior family background, especially the smile on the corner of his mouth, which was warm and friendly, making one feel like a spring breeze.

The most outstanding disciple of the Xuantian Sword Sect, the son of Guijie from a powerful family in Yanjing, Yan Jingchen who is most admired by female disciples in the Sword Sect.

"You're playing around in the back mountain again." Yan Jingchen stood three feet away from Meng Fuyao, with a mild and reproachful smile on his lips, "If you don't practice well, you will be the last one in the martial arts competition tomorrow, so you will be scolded." Does it feel good?"

Meng Fuyao smiled nonchalantly, brushing her temples casually, "It's okay, I'll get used to losing and losing."

She casually repeated the usual conversations between the two, and didn't notice the contradiction and hesitation in Yan Jingchen's eyes today, nor did she notice that Yan Jingchen's face darkened a little after hearing such an answer.

"Fuyao," Yan Jingchen stared at her for a long while, and finally couldn't help but took a step forward, and said in a low voice, "Can't you put in more effort to learn martial arts? In Wuzhou Continent, strength is the most important thing. Those who enter the country will find it difficult to walk in the world in the future, and will be looked down upon everywhere, you... have never thought about improving the current situation?"

After a pause, he continued, "Even if it's just for me?"

Even if it's just for me.

Meng Fuyao's heart moved, and she raised her eyes to look into Yan Jingchen's eyes. The hesitation, uneasiness, and faint pain deep in his eyes made her feel a little pain in her heart. She remembered that recently, Jingchen's disappointed eyes seemed to be getting more and more painful. more and more common.

Meng Fuyao opened his mouth, almost instantly, wanting to tell the secret that he kept deep in his heart.

I want to tell him that it's not that I can't learn martial arts well; I want to tell him that the reason why I don't want to practice Xuanyuan Neigong is because it conflicts with my sect's "Broken Nine Heavens" skill. One day, I will make you smile proudly for me, instead of being like this now, because I was ridiculed and humiliated, which also damaged your dignity and embarrassed you.

Just... can't.

At the time of parting, the master’s exhortation is still in my ears, “Never reveal your original martial arts in any sect.”

She made a heavy oath, which cannot be broken.

Jingchen is loyal to the teacher's sect and is obsessed with martial arts. If she tells him the truth, then the master of Xuanyuan sect will know sooner or later.

Meng Fuyao took a deep breath, raised her thick long eyelashes, her eyes were clear and clean, shining into Yan Jingchen's eyes that were slightly disappointed because of the long wait.

"Jingchen, I have tried my best..."

Yan Jingchen looked at her steadfastly for a long time, and then let out a long breath slowly. Hearing this answer, the tension and disappointment in his eyes suddenly faded away, giving birth to a kind of shallow helplessness after the dust had settled.

He suddenly changed the subject.

"One year later, the 'True Martial Arts' Conference will be held in Pandu, the capital of Tiansha, where noble warriors from the seven countries will be gathered to test their martial arts skills, tactics, and tactics, and compete for the top seven in the world. The Xuanyuan Sword Sect is represented by my junior sister Pei Yuan and I will rush back to the family to prepare for the battle tomorrow."

When he said this, his tone was light. The setting sun outside the mountains behind him cast light yellow spots from the tips of the leaves, falling on the whole body of Yan Jingchen standing against the light, making him look mottled and distant, with a blurred expression.

Meng Fuyao's heart was shocked, and he smiled reluctantly, "You are the most outstanding pair of disciples in the Sword Sect. The Lord Taiyuan even gave you the title of 'Pearl and Bi Swords', so the Xuanyuan Sword Sect will not send you , Who else can I send?"

Yan Jingchen looked at her deeply, his tone sounded a bit weird, "Fuyao, I actually hope that the title of Pearl and Bi Swords refers to me and you."

Meng Fuyao smiled even harder.

Why doesn't she want to? No matter how generous a woman is, she would never want the person she likes to be called together with other women, and be considered by everyone as a perfect combination of talent and beauty.

The sun was setting quickly, and the sky was still deep purple and red just now, and there was only a thin layer of red in the blink of an eye, passing through the deep emerald leaves, reflecting Yan Jing who hadn't approached three feet away. Dust, the figure is a little blurred.

Meng Fuyao suddenly felt an inexplicable panic in her heart, her pulse was beating tensely and tensely. The strong uneasiness made her suddenly feel that there are some things that must be said now, if not said... maybe there will be no chance again.

"Jingchen, I want to tell you..."

"Fuyao, I want to tell you." Yan Jingchen suddenly cut off her words. He spoke quickly, as if he was afraid that he would not be able to speak again if he slowed down a little. The Pei family asked for marriage, the Pei family accepted the dowry, after the Zhenwu Conference, I... will marry Pei Yuan."

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