Meng Fuyao almost jumped up.
Lie, tell you to lie!
Tell you to lie everywhere, no matter the occasion, time and place!
Her first instinct was to run out, find a rake and beat her head and face.
Her second intuition—this behavior is too restless, and it is an opportunity for others to take advantage of it, or surrender without fighting.
Her third instinct—silence is the greatest contempt, right, ignore it.
So she turned her face away, her eyes fixed on her serious face, and everyone saluted to the upper hall, and she didn't remember whether she was going to kneel down to Zhan Nancheng.
Zhan Nancheng's face was not very good-looking. After all, Gu Lingfeng, who was the most hopeful of Tiansha to participate in the competition, was inexplicably eliminated, and only one of the others made it into the top ten. He called out with a smile, and personally introduced his eldest grandson Wuji, "The Crown Prince of Mengwuji Kingdom has favored eyes, and traveled thousands of miles to preside over the final round of the Golden Palace Trial and Arbitration. It is a great honor for our country."
The eldest grandson Wuji bowed and smiled: "I am incompetent, I am an arbitrator, but I dare not betray His Majesty's favor."
Zhan Nancheng said again: "The crown prince has worked hard. When he first arrived in Tiansha, he came to the arbitration in a hurry before he could catch the wind. Our country is really rude."
Changsun Wuji was polite again: "It's as it should be, Your Majesty doesn't need to be too polite."
The two looked at each other and both smiled, the turmoil behind the screen intensified, the clouds and beauties crowded each other, the voices of warblers and swallows kept whispering, it really didn't look like a martial arts arena, but rather like a Yihong Courtyard.
Zhan Nancheng looked a little helpless, of course he didn't want to make a proper Zhenwu Conference like this, it's only because Changsun Wuji became famous too early and had too much prestige, he is a figure who has long been deified among the royal families of various countries, and there have been literati early in the world The poets sang about his unofficial biographies. Most of these aunts and aunts of the royal family lived in long and lonely boudoirs by reading his biographies and having daydreams to pass the boring days. After turning the sky, he ran to the palace day and night to ask for a way, just to catch a glimpse.
Seeing the women making a scene, Zhan Nancheng was also a little embarrassed, cleared his throat and deliberately changed the subject, and said with a smile, "General Meng of your country is really a young hero. The battle three days ago caused a sensation in Beijing, and the Wuji Kingdom is really outstanding. I am envious wait."
Changsun Wuji's gaze passed over Meng Fuyao's expressionless and vicious eyes, and he paused before answering, "It's a blessing for our country."
Meng Fuyao stroked his arm, like brushing goosebumps, thank you, thank you for your size, when I see you, I feel that I am really unfortunate.
The eldest grandson Wuji smiled, and stretched out his hands far away, making a gesture of picking up goosebumps unobtrusively. Meng Fuyao stared at him, and really felt that this person was a demon star, thick-skinned and black-hearted, who murdered and robbed three thousand miles away. The flying sword takes the head.
She took a step back, stepped behind Yun Hen, rubbed her nose, and didn't intend to confront the magic star. Yun Hen looked at her slightly sideways, and then looked at Changsun Wuji on the steps very sensitively. He didn't know Changsun Wuji and Wuji The entanglement between Meng Fuyao, I just feel that something is wrong with Meng Fuyao since she entered the palace. She is such a bold and unrestrained person, but she has an uncomfortable expression... Is it because she is the crown prince
Yun Hen's eyes darkened, but when Meng Fuyao avoided him, his eyes flashed again, showing a hint of a smile.
The final round of competition was still presided over by Zhan Beiheng, who read the list first, and the remaining ten people were: Meng Fuyao, Yunhen, Yan Jingchen, Ya Lanzhu, Chang Tao from Xuanyuan, Wei from Shangyuan Shanrui, Tantaiyu from Taiyuan, Shen Ming from Tiansha, Tang Yizhong from Xuanji, and Bagu from Fufeng.
After reading the list, I realized something was wrong. Why didn't Yan Jingchen come
It's so easy to get through the final stage of the Golden Palace competition, the final stage of the Zhenwu Conference, how can someone be absent
Zhan Beiheng frowned slightly, and whispered a few words to the servant next to him, and ordered him to summon him. The servant just hurried down the steps, but at the gate of the hall, he bumped into a eunuch who announced the news, and the eunuch hurriedly said: "Qizou Your Majesty , Mrs. Tai Yuanyan asks to see you."
Pei Yuan? What is she here for? Meng Fuyao frowned, wasn't this woman ugly enough yesterday
Zhan Nancheng was startled, and said, "Xuan."
The long summoning sound was announced, and everyone turned their heads to look at it. The sunlight washed the long white marble steps in front of the hall brightly, and its color was like pear blossom snow. , the long shadow plated little by little on the dark red copper nailed temple door, it seems to be a little thinner, but the waist is straight.
Meng Fuyao looked at her eyes that were exposed outside the veil, and his heart trembled slightly. The eyes of this woman were full of lifelessness, like a pool of water that had melted blood, quiet but strangely compelling.
Pei Yuan didn't look at anyone, went straight into the hall, didn't get up after saluting, and said loudly: "Your Majesty, the husband and wife are sick at night and can no longer participate in the Zhenwu event, but the husband and wife have come from afar. , I don’t want to return without a fight, since the women of the people are of the same body as their husbands, please fight on behalf of your husbands!”
"Absurd!" Zhan Nancheng immediately refused, "It was Yan Jingchen who got the qualification for the final Golden Palace competition of the Zhenwu Conference, not you, Mrs. Yan. If you fight on your behalf, how can you be fair to the other losers?"
"It's just that the women didn't participate in the competition for the leader." Pei Yuan raised her head, "What Jingchen can get, I can do too!"
Zhan Nancheng was stunned, looked at Zhan Beiheng, and Zhan Beiheng said: "There is a precedent for wives fighting instead of husbands. After all, Yan Jingchen lost the chance to compete for nothing, and it's not fair to him."
Zhan Nancheng pondered for a while, his expression had softened, and he smiled and asked his eldest grandson Wuji, saying: "The crown prince is the arbitrator of the conference, you should decide."
Meng Fuyao wrinkled his nose, a pair of treacherous foxes, your attitudes have already been shown, what else can you ask Changsun Wuji to say
The eldest grandson Wuji looked at Pei Yuan indifferently, and said for a while, "Madam thinks she has the strength to qualify, but Wuji dare not refute it, but what she says is useless. If you want to convince the heroes of the world, you have to speak with strength."
Pei Yuan immediately said: "Prince, please point out any one of the ten people, and compete with the woman! If you lose, the woman will punish you for disturbing the royal family!"
"That's good." Changsun Wuji smiled, turned his gaze among the ten people, and smiled at Meng Fuyao.
Meng Fuyao thought that he was pointing at him so that he could drive Pei Yuan out of the hall, and immediately rolled up his sleeves to beat Pei Yuan, but Changsun Wuji's eyes slipped past her, and he smiled at Ya Lanzhu, "Trouble Princess Ya."
Ya Lanzhu was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Okay, anyway, I will have a bye, and I will have one less fight, so I can practice my fists and kicks."
She walked over unhurriedly, blew her fists, waved her hands with a smile, 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, looked as lively as before, but the expression in her eyes was not the same at all, she stared at her. Looking at Pei Yuan's eyes, they were dark and shining like glass.
Pei Yuan... is there something wrong
Meng Fuyao suddenly felt that Changsun Wuji ran against Pei Yuan to challenge him voluntarily, and pointed at Ya Lanzhu. This series of actions seemed to have a deep meaning, did he see something
She looked over suspiciously, but there was a shout from the hall, colorful lights and red lights danced brightly, Pei Yuan and Ya Lanzhu had already fought together.
As soon as she made a move, Meng Fuyao knew that she hadn't lied. Although her internal skill was not as good as Yan Jingchen's, she was more familiar with Lei Dongjue than Yan Jingchen, and her swordsmanship was by no means inferior to his. God knows what she did in this short year. Having entered the country to this extent, and it is obvious that her true strength is the same as that of Yan Jingchen - she both studied under Yansha, Meng Fuyao thinks that this couple is a mystery, how did they get married? Was her true qi technique taught by Yansha or Yan Jingchen? Their husband and wife look so weird, is there any secret behind this union? How did Yan Sha allow Yan Jingchen to marry her
She was meditating here, while paying attention to the battle situation on the field. Ya Lanzhu was born in the royal family of Fufeng, and there were countless secret arts in that country, so her martial arts foundation was very good, especially after chasing Beiye for so many years, she had practiced a superb lightness kungfu, flying vertically and horizontally like A bright rainbow dazzles people dizzily, but it also uses a pair of weird and small weapons, like two copper cups, from time to time it makes a clear or harsh sound, the sound is messy and the colors are colorful. Everywhere is dizzy.
Pei Yuan was completely different, she used her swords in a regular manner, each sword carried the light of smoke and the sound of wind and thunder, the airflow was deep and powerful, and she deliberately suppressed Ya Lanzhu's light jumping and disruptive tactics with her calm and true strength , I have to say that this method is very useful. Ya Lanzhu's pace like a flower and a butterfly gradually slowed down, and she had to confront her head-on.
Move one hundred and twenty-seventh, the well-regulated fighting situation finally changed. Ya Lanzhu's strength is unstoppable, but Pei Yuan seems to be a little bit weak. After all, she has been destroyed in martial arts, and she can't catch up with the excellent foundation Ya Lanzhu, seeing the colorful sleeves flying like neon lights, her eyes became cold and cold.
She suddenly shook the blade slightly.
There was still smoke in the sword light, but the smoke suddenly changed, from the original light gray to light black, with a faint fishy smell, she shot out with the sword, with a sneer, and directly hit Yalan Pearl's face The door—all her attacks were only aimed at Ya Lanzhu's face.
Yalanzhu habitually turned her head to avoid it, but the tip of the sword exploded suddenly, and a tiny black bead burst out from the smoke, hitting Yalanzhu's ear orifice which turned her head sideways.
This angle was extremely weird, Meng Fuyao's heart skipped a beat, feeling vaguely bad, and then he saw the black bead stretch out suddenly, revealing even tinier claws!
Live!
What is this!
This thing is as fast as a shooting star, so close at hand, once it hits Yalanzhu's ear orifice, what will be the consequences
Meng Fuyao nearly jumped up, but seeing Ya Lanzhu's half-twisted body, she suddenly turned around abruptly.
The black claw in the air turned around following the whistling, chasing after him endlessly, but with this turn, Ya Lanzhu turned herself softly and bonelessly 360 degrees, and she turned to face Pei Yuan again. , and then she suddenly raised her "copper cup".
The "cup" suddenly opened a line, and a ray of red light flashed in the gap, and the flying black paw trembled, and then it was slowly pulled towards the gap as if being sucked by suction. middle.
With Meng Fuyao's eyesight, it could be seen that the black claw was struggling desperately in the air, desperately trying to break free, but no matter what, it couldn't resist the red thing in Ya Lanzhu's weird weapon, and was finally sucked into the gap.
Pei Yuan's sword suddenly slowed down, obviously only one black bead was missing, her face suddenly turned gray, but Ya Lanzhu giggled and said, "Playing this in front of the ancestors playing Gu? Sister, you are so cute."
Immediately, she knocked on both cups, and said happily, "Xiao Bao has another snack!"
Meng Fuyao suddenly realized, no wonder the pair of small cups felt familiar and strange, it turned out to be the cups used to raise Gu! Changsun Wuji must have seen something wrong with Pei Yuan, fearing that she would do something wrong in the palace, he simply pointed at Ya Lanzhu who was from the royal family of Fufeng.
Who else is better at rectifying all kinds of sorcery and witchcraft than Ya Lanzhu, who was born in the three major witch clans of Fufeng
Pei Yuan supported the sword and retreated, Ya Lanzhu put away the double cups and walked back, Pei Yuan retreated halfway, and suddenly slid forward, without saying a word, it was a sword in the back!
Ya Lanzhu walked halfway and felt the wind behind her tighten, and when she looked up, she saw Pei Yuan's figure under the hood, and raised her hand in the midst of her busy schedule.
With a clanging sound, Ya Lanzhu's double cups flew out of her hands, but Pei Yuan's sword had already slashed towards her Tianling with unrivaled vigor!
The figure flashed, a light purple light.
The light was still above the temple, but suddenly appeared in the hall, a cloud, a light, a touch of wind, and a breath, or a feather falling from the top of a sacred mountain, or a flying cloud floating above the sky, flying across the world in an instant. .
The light flew towards him, scattered and then condensed, forming a long and tall light purple figure, with just a slight lift of his fingers, he lifted Pei Yuan's sword tip.
Pei Yuan tried his best to chop downwards, but he couldn't go any further. He wanted to pull back, but he couldn't.
Immediately, Changsun Wuji smiled, pulled Pei Yuan's sword away gently but absolutely irresistibly, and said, "Madam Yan, stop it."
He said a few words, majestic on his own, Pei Yuan, who had scarlet eyes and a violent expression, opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't dare to speak, and there was another startled gasp from behind the screen, Meng Fuyao raised his eyebrows, and looked at Pei Yuan with all his heart In the anger, I heard the twittering "No, I'm going to pass out..." "Ah... quiet as a virgin and moving like a rabbit... the posture of a god..." I couldn't help muttering, "Saobao!"
In exchange for that person looking back, he just smiled, and then said in a low voice: "Fuyao, you are the most beautiful when you are jealous."
Meng Fuyao inhaled, shut up, and took three steps back, someone has a thick skin, and it's useless to scold him, anyway, if he scolds, he doesn't scold, and if he doesn't scold, he scolds, she scolds all over in her heart, that's all.
At this time, Zhan Beiheng had already come over, and said first: "Princess Ya's weapon landed, and Mrs. Yan won."
With a "bang", Meng Fuyao's small universe exploded.
There is no such thing as the most shameless, only more shameless.
She took a step forward, stared at Zhan Beiheng curiously, and said with a smile, "My lord, your Tiansha kingdom is really high-spirited and upright, and you are not afraid of hardships, which is admirable."
Zhan Beiheng stared at her warily, and said, "What does General Meng mean by that?"
"You have sent letters from thousands of miles to invite Prince Wuji to come to Tiansha to preside over the arbitration of the Golden Palace Competition of the Zhenwu Conference, but you can't bear the hard work of the prince, and you always take the lead in helping everywhere. This painstaking effort is really touching..." She looked up at her eldest grandson Wuji asked innocently, "Prince, are you crying?"
Changsun Wuji raised his long eyelashes, looked deeply at her, half-smiled in his eyes, and didn't look at the embarrassed Zhan Beiheng, and replied calmly for a while, "General Meng always knows my heart."
I know you are stupid, Meng Fuyao cursed in his stomach, but he smiled like a flower on his face and said modestly, "Occasionally, just occasionally."
Zhan Beiheng pulled the corners of his lips, and he smiled neither as a blame nor as he stood there awkwardly, Zhan Nancheng saw that it was not a problem, so he quickly smoothed things over, "Beiheng, you are reckless, the arbitration matter should naturally be presided over by the crown prince. "
"It doesn't matter," the eldest grandson Wuji walked back leisurely, "King Heng is wise, and all countries know it, so it is certainly true."
Pei Yuan raised his head in surprise, and Changsun Wuji said again: "Madam Yan did not admit defeat before, and she made another move. Although it was against morality, it was justified. However, Madam Yan's weapon was also shot down by Princess Ya before. So, the two are considered equal."
Pei Yuan's face turned pale, today's battle for the head of the real martial arts, at the Golden Palace, the eldest grandson Wuji seemed to be lenient, and a lightly stated "although it violates morality" judgment will surely spread all over the world. From then on, she might never be able to walk in the world again up.
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 from the corners of his eyes, and then saw Ya Lan staring at Pei Yuan with itchy teeth, as if wanting to eat her alive. It suddenly dawned on her—by the time of the last round of scuffle, Ya Lanzhu must have no intention of competing for the leader, and would definitely keep her eyes on Pei Yuan, and Pei Yuan would never have another chance to play tricks on her when dealing with her. rival.
Hey, this guy with a scheming mind deeper than the sea, even Ya Lanzhu, who gets along well with him, has to plan, shameless.
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Next is still the lottery, Meng Fuyao is against Tang Yizhong, Yunhen is against Yalanzhu, Pei Yuan is against Shen Ming, Wei Shanrui is against Tantaiyu, Chang Tao is against Bagu.
Meng Fuyao breathed a sigh of relief, she was in a dilemma what to do if she got Yunhen or Yalanzhu? beat them? That's all for Ya Lanzhu, this child is just playing games, and I don't feel much guilt for defeating her, at most, I have failed the painstaking arrangements of my eldest grandson Wuji, but Yunhen, when the man is making great achievements, how can I bear to deprive him of such a precious thing? Chance
Yun Hen vs. Ya Lan Zhu, 80% of Ya Lan Zhu lost, this kid likes to play and play, he is not as hardworking as Yun Hen, not to mention his years of fame and rich combat experience, otherwise he would not have been sneaked by Pei Yuan just now, Meng Fuyao sighed He took a deep breath and glanced at Changsun Wuji—are you playing tricks? Didn't Yalanzhu fail to enter the final five finals
The eldest grandson Wuji smiled leisurely, turning a blind eye to Meng Fuyao's provocation, took a shallow sip of tea, and chatted with Zhan Nancheng from time to time.
Meng Fuyao was furious, there are such people in this world, who don't know how to write the word guilt!
She lifted her clothes and strode out, this time she was the first one.
Tang Yizhong, who was unlucky to draw her, smiled wryly and drew out his swords to meet him. Before the battle started, he bowed and said, "Xuanji Tang Yizhong, please fight General Meng."
He bowed courteously, Meng Fuyao was about to return the gift, when he suddenly heard him say in a low voice: "I am willing to admit defeat quickly, to preserve General Meng's strength, and I ask General Meng to be merciful."
Meng Fuyao smiled and smiled at him -the guy slipped his head, seeing that she was angry and wanted to find someone, and knew that she could not win anyway anyway, and sold it in advance.
She bowed down and replied in a low voice, "Don't worry, I only beat those who deserve to be beaten."
The person who should be beaten is also the person who sits high in the hall.
The two hit each other with a bang, bang, bang, bang—it's really pretty, the double sword dances like a flower, and the single sword drags like a rainbow, which is just good-looking, and within a hundred moves, Tang Yizhong jumped three feet, and threw himself down wide open.
This kind of fighting posture of the eagle fighting the rabbit in the sky has always been used only by the strong against the weak, and the strength is very different. Tang Yizhong used this trick against Meng Fuyao, which was equivalent to sending himself to the door, so Meng Fuyao had no choice but to accept it.
She kicked Tang Yizhong out.
Tang Yizhong exaggerated three somersaults in the air before falling to the ground crookedly. After landing, his face was not flushed and he was not panting. "Abandoning the sword and admitting defeat" with "face full of shame", he said loudly: "Admiration! Admiration!"
Meng Fuyao suppressed a smile, and returned the salute in a serious manner: "Acceptance, acquiescence." He couldn't help but take another look at this plain-looking guy, he is really a wonderful person, shrewd, open-minded and interesting, and if he goes to Xuanji in the future, he can make friends with him .
Zhan Nancheng applauded and said with a smile: "This battle is wonderful." Then he asked Changsun Wuji, "What does the crown prince think?"
The royal family of the Wuzhou Continent are all good at martial arts, so they can naturally see that this competition is nothing more than a child's play. The eldest grandson Wuji smiled lightly and said: "It's wonderful, this brother Tang is not weak, he can support two hundred moves, it's rare that he is indifferent."
Zhan Nancheng "Oh"? With a sigh, he said, "The prince is really sincere. I thought the prince would say a few words for General Meng."
"Your Majesty Sheng Cong, how dare I deceive you." Changsun Wuji stared at the green tea in the cup with ecstasy, and smiled slightly.
"This General Meng, I heard that the crown prince loves him very much." Zhan Nancheng probed.
The eldest grandson Wuji was silent, and then replied, "This son is Yingxiu, he is truly an outstanding man, and everyone in high positions should love him."
"Oh... If General Meng wins the championship in Zhenwu this time, how will Wuji Kingdom plan to reward him?"
"Our country regrets that General Guo did not enter the top ten," Changsun Wuji said to him, "Otherwise, with General Guo's military exploits in hundreds of battles, loyalty to the dynasty, and a very popular veteran, if he can win the top three in real martial arts, Jin Wu The position of great general must be within his grasp."
In other words, the Wuji imperial court never considered giving any prestigious position to General Meng, who had no military achievements or qualifications.
Zhan Nancheng's eyes flashed. He vaguely heard that General Meng was favored by the prince, but he was more like a male favorite. It is said that the prince often took him with him when he went out and about, and did not avoid others, and General Meng's position was also very important. It is worth pondering, the great achievement of defending the city and destroying the army is not a real job, but an honorary title, which does not quite match his credit. That credit sounds really illusory, riding alone into the army camp? One person kills seven generals? The city gate was forced to commit suicide? Lurking German king's army? So loyal and heroic deeds, would this blunt boy be able to do it? It's probably made up by Changsun Wuji in order to promote him, right
Looking at his and Changsun Wuji's expressions in the Golden Palace today, there was something wrong. Reminiscent of the theory of male favorite, Zhan Nancheng's eyes flashed, and he felt more and more like him. Changsun Wuji is not a person who likes to be busy, why would he accept the arbitration invitation? Did it come for him? Looking at Changsun Wuji's expression, he was quite calm and hesitant. It didn't look like he was lying. If he deliberately disregarded Meng Fuyao, Zhan Nancheng would not believe it. I only dare to believe three points, but his subtle expression made Zhan Nancheng think a few more detours.
He couldn't help but look at Meng Fuyao again, it was the same, he seemed to have a natural expression, but he seemed to be somewhat dissatisfied with his eldest grandson Wuji, and it didn't seem artificial, could there really be a problem between the two? Meng Fuyao is really like what he heard, dissatisfied with his status as a male favourite, has come from afar, and wants to make another contribution to his career
Zhan Nancheng lightly stroked his knees, and sighed silently in his heart. The talents of Tiansha generals withered, Beiqi died inexplicably in the Changhan Mountains, and Gu Lingfeng has now become a useless person who will die without saying a word. The two best The generals were both defeated, but the battle against Beiye has not been captured until now. The existence of this younger brother is like a shadow, which is heavily pressed in the hearts of the Tiansha royal family. He vaguely feels that the crisis is approaching, but he suffers from the lack of talents. If he is not forced to do so, How could he hit his idea on the generals of other countries
Pressing his hand on his leg, he felt a faint pain that still existed somewhere, and couldn't help but cast a cold glance at Zhan Beiheng—that night in Xihua Palace, the saddle with the needle hidden made him suffer a lot, Up to now, he is still receiving treatment every day. He is afraid that he will really be crippled because of this. The majestic emperor of Tiansha has encountered such a fate. Every time he thinks about it, his anger rises, and he can't help but tremble all over.
That black-clothed boy that night, if I had caught who were you, I would have chopped you up piecemeal!
The Highness chatted sideways and changed their minds, His Highness's battle was still in full swing, Pei Yuan had already defeated Shen Ming, and Yun Hen vs. Ya Lanzhu was next.
Yalanzhu jumped into the arena with a dozen braids and smiled, hooking her fingers at Yunhen: "Hit hard, don't expect my sister to let you."
Yun Hen smiled, and when he got up, he glanced at Meng Fuyao, there was something very strange in his eyes, Meng Fuyao's heart skipped a beat when he saw it, but he didn't understand what it meant.
However, when the two started to fight, Meng Fuyao gradually began to understand the meaning of that look.
Ya Lanzhu, who was flying all over the field like a colorful light, has excellent lightness skills and tricks, but her internal strength is not as good as Yunhen, and she has also become familiar with Yunhen in the past few days, so naturally she will not use her cup that hides Gu, Then, against Yun Hen, who was not weaker than her in lightness kung fu and swordsmanship, and whose internal strength was stronger than hers, naturally there was no reason for him to win.
But that's not the case on the field.
The colorful butterfly danced in coils, forming a flowing trajectory, entwining around the cloud mark. The cloud mark's sword energy could clearly break through the colorful fog in an instant, but it seemed a bit dim, left and right in the fog. When rushing to the right, the area covered by the bluish-white sword light became smaller and smaller. Looking from the outer circle, one can see rainbow-like colors gradually enveloping the shining bluish-white piece, forcing one of them into the center.
how so? Yun Hen was injured in the third round, but fortunately it was not a serious internal injury. After Zong Yue's recuperation, he was already more than half healed. Why did he suddenly become so weak
His spirit this time is far from what he played on stage, what about his courage and persistence? Didn't he come to Tiansha from afar to compete for the top three in real martial arts
The 308th move, once the colorful light is closed, and the green light is extinguished, Ya Lanzhu put a short spear in the palm of Yunhen's throat, and smiled crisply: "You lost."
Yun Hen smiled, very clear and calm, then withdrew his sword, saluted silently, turned and left.
Standing in the field, Ya Lanzhu looked at his back with a strange look in her eyes, which was admiration; then she glanced at Meng Fuyao, raised the corners of her lips, and smiled.
That smile is envy.
Meng Fuyao has gone silent.
She understood that look.
give up, and sacrifice.
The sacrifice made by an ambitious young man for her.
He also saw Changsun Wuji's intention of trying to keep Ya Lanzhu. He was worried that if he won, he might not be able to restrain Pei Yuan's insidious Witch Gu, so he gave up the position of the top five to the Possessing Gu King's Yalanzhu.
Taiyuan's most promising contender for the top five, the young man destined to realize his highest value in front of the world's warriors, gave up his dream of becoming the top five of Zhenwu just for her safety.
God knows how long he has been preparing for this opportunity? God knows what awaits him if he misses this opportunity
Meng Fuyao put his fingers on his forehead, desperately holding back the tears he was about to shed.
She was too polite to Pei Yuan back then!
She should have killed her long ago!
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In the last round, Meng Fuyao, who was full of depression, was thinking of being the first to go up to the ring, and just happened to start a killing spree. He didn't want Changsun Wuji on the stage to suddenly fight Nan Chengdao, "Your Majesty, for this last round, how about fighting tomorrow?"
Zhan Nancheng frowned and said, "What does the prince mean?"
"Most of you are exhausted from today's battle, and I'm afraid you won't be able to fight again," Changsun Wuji pointed his finger and said with a smile, "Especially Princess Ya and Madam Yan, who have fought twice, if they are allowed to directly participate in the final five It's not fair to them."
Zhan Nancheng murmured, and Changsun Wuji smiled, "I've heard about this Zhenwu Conference on the next trip. Guangfeng Jiyue strives for fairness, and even puts all his effort into signing the box. I dare not have the true meaning of Fuzhenwu justice..."
Zhan Nancheng immediately replied: "Okay."
Meng Fuyao tucked her hands in her sleeves, looking up at the sky, okay, one day later will be one day later, and one day later I will kill the same.
She could feel Pei Yuan's gaze, intentionally or unintentionally, glancing over coldly, this woman was destined not to coexist with her, the only thing she was surprised was, the Yan couple knew her identity as a woman, why didn't they tell the Zhan brothers? It's fine that Yan Jingchen didn't tell, why didn't Pei Yuan tell? Or is she too conceited, thinking that this secret is useless, and just wants to kill her by herself
She snorted coldly, and strode out of the hall without looking back, regardless of the gaze that stuck to her back behind her like a string of strings—Changsun Wuji, don't come to me tonight.
It's a pity that what she thinks is kind is never the same as what someone thinks is kind...
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When Meng Fuyao was eating that night, he desperately picked up vegetables for Yunhen: "Come, eat, eat more." She kept piling vegetables into Yunhen's bowl, as if she wanted to use those chicken, duck and fish meat to make up for her guilt.
Yun Hen just ate calmly, and he ate as much as Meng Fuyao gave him, but Meng Fuyao couldn't hold it anymore, she suddenly remembered that Yun Hen didn't like meat, and he ate very little on weekdays, so he couldn't eat so much at all. Greasy stuff.
But he ate calmly, just because he didn't want to go against her kindness.
Meng Fuyao put down his chopsticks and looked at his normal expression. He was still that cool young man with a calm and sharp temperament, like a green bamboo facing the wind alone in the autumn field, not losing its light due to the ups and downs of the world, and only facing one direction Stretch the branches and leaves, the green leaves are shaken by the wind, but the mind is as quiet as a bright abyss.
He didn't lose, didn't feel depressed, didn't feel that he had contributed to her, didn't feel that giving up like that was a sacrifice, and didn't even try to comfort Meng Fuyao—the more he comforted her, the more guilty she would feel, he knew.
Her kindness seemed pale and redundant to him.
The atmosphere at the dinner table became dull, and Ya Lanzhu put down her chopsticks with a slap, dissatisfied: "Isn't it because I accidentally won Yunhen... It wasn't intentional..."
Meng Fuyao smiled, and gave her a piece of Dongpo meat: "Yes, it's none of your business, come and eat the meat."
"I'd throw up if I'm so fat." Ya Lanzhu refused.
"It's just right, I'll spit on Pei Yuan tomorrow." Meng Fu shook his head without answering, seeing Master Yuan Bao squatting aside with his stomach in his hands, his eyes rolling around, he couldn't help being curious, "Mouse, what's wrong? Auntie is here?"
Master Yuan Bao looked up and gave her a wretched smile.
Meng Fuyao was shocked by that laugh, and suddenly felt ominous, and then he heard outside, Tie Cheng, who had gone out after eating, suddenly yelled angrily, and then "Huh!" a violent knife wind swept up.
Everyone was startled, thinking that an enemy was coming, Zong Yue flicked his sleeves, and a white light shot out.
White light shot out of the hall door, like a mud cow entering the sea without any movement, even Tie Cheng's voice disappeared, Zong Yue raised his eyebrows, Yun Hen and Meng Fuyao had already stood up and rushed out.
It was Meng Fuyao who rushed out first. She was already close to the door, and when she turned around and reached the threshold, she stepped back when she looked at it, knocking the cloud marks behind her back, and then immediately closed the door vigorously, latched it, and dragged it across. The stool was pushed to the back of the door. I was not satisfied with dragging one stool, and dragged another, and then another, and when I dragged the third one, I couldn’t move it anymore.
There was a person sitting on it, with light purple robes and faint silver patterns.
Meng Fuyao's hands froze, and his gaze moved up slowly, and he saw the damned man sitting firmly, looking down with a smile, and said, "Fuyao, you are so considerate, you know I'm tired, and you helped me drag the stool."
Meng Fuyao looked into those eyes for half a second, without saying a word, he drew his saber!
Her saber was as bright as the snow on the Qiongshen Mountain, and as fast as a shooting star passing over the Evergreen Temple, her leg was broken when she struck out with the saber!
The leg of the stool is broken.
The four stool legs were chopped off by her, leaving only the top of the stool, Meng Fuyao retracted the knife, laughed loudly, and told you to sit down! Tell you to sit down!
Her laughter suddenly caught in her throat.
On the opposite side, the moment the stool leg fell off, there was a flash of white light, Mr. Yuan Bao rolled over quickly pushing a wooden pier, just rolled under the stool with the broken leg, and firmly propped the stool upright.
…
Damn it, traitors and doglegs are the most extinct creatures in the world!
Meng Fuyao gritted his teeth, retracted his saber, and glanced at Zong Yue and Yun Hen who looked at them silently. He really couldn't get entangled with this black-bellied ancestor here. He kicked open the door and went straight to his room, angrily Drink, "Changsun Wuji, if you have the guts, don't follow..."
"I don't want to follow." Changsun Wuji leisurely followed behind her with the ingot, "Fuyao..."
"Shut up!"
"Squeak!"
"Shut your beak!"
Master Yuan Bao was wronged, it was a mouse's mouth, but why did it become a bird's mouth
Meng Fuyao kicked open the door of her room, suddenly felt something was wrong, what is this called? To lure wolves into the house? She turned around abruptly, leaned against the door, and said, "Speak here if you have something to say!"
"Are you sure you want to say it here?" Changsun Wuji smiled and looked around: "Are you sure?"
Meng Fuyao looked up suspiciously, grabbed the flowerpot on the window sill and threw it out: "Peepers will be killed without mercy!"
With a bang, the flower pot smashed into the shadow behind the flowers and trees in the yard, and the chickens flew like dogs, and wolves ran.
After smashing the flowerpot, Meng Fuyao clapped his hands and said: "His Royal Highness, if you have something to say, hurry up and let me sleep. Also, don't ask me why I am angry. Although you have a reason to ask this question, I Just to remind you, I will be angrier if you ask me."
"I know you'll be even angrier if I ask," Changsun Wuji leaned against the tree holding Yuanbao in his arms, "Fuyao, I'm so glad you have a temper that can't be concealed."
He paused, and smiled meaningfully: "Thanks to your temperament, I somehow feel that this chase between me and you seems to be destined to face rejection forever, and it is 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 and vomit blood while hurting others, but please don't be narcissistic and think that I am in love with you That’s why I’m angry, I just feel that even if you’re friends, you shouldn’t swear by your heart while concealing the truth, this is a serious character problem, and Meng Fuyao is very angry!”
"Okay, I know you won't admit it." Changsun Wuji sighed helplessly, walked over, Meng Fuyao immediately jumped back, and said, "Don't come over!"
His Royal Highness could not hear at all.
Meng Fuyao jumped again, "Come again and I will break with you—"
"Kangdang."
She stumbled over the threshold and fell backwards. This time she yelled that it was not good, not because she was afraid that the back of her head would make intimate contact with the ground, but because she was afraid that someone would take this opportunity to make intimate contact with her.
So she rolled over faster, trying to get out of the disadvantaged situation, but unfortunately someone was always one step ahead of her, she just felt that as soon as she stopped, a hand suddenly appeared on her back, once that hand occupied the position, it would not stop immediately, Instantly hit her seven big acupuncture points.
Meng Fuyao looked up at the sky with tears in her eyes, in pain, God, you are helping the tyrant to abuse the gods!
Changsun Wuji picked her up and murmured, "Why are you so light again? Sometimes I really want to tie you by my side..." He walked into the room with Meng Fuyao in his arms, and closed the door behind some prying eyes.
The lights in the house were not turned on, and Changsun Wuji did not light the lamp. He gently put Meng Fuyao on the bed, fetched water, and washed away her disguise under the light of the stars and moon. His eyes were long and soft like silk, lavender Yan brocade sleeves brushed her cheeks, smooth and soft like a spring breeze, and the fingers clinging to the scarf wiped her forehead, eyes, cheeks, nose, and finally lips little by little.
His fingers stopped on her upper lip, and pressed on a certain position very lightly, as if he was afraid of hurting her, and then he sighed.
He said: "Fuyao...you always worry me..."
Meng Fuyao couldn't move, and killed him with his eyes—hypocrite!
Changsun Wuji looked at her as if nothing happened, after wiping his face, he wiped her hands again, to wash off the slightly black color that was intentionally dyed. When his finger touched the little finger of Meng Fuyao's right hand, he stopped again, and then, through the face towel, Gently held the slightly deformed finger.
He held it for such a long time, tilting his head slightly, as if he wanted to penetrate the slightly protruding outline of the joints into the bottom of his heart through the long touch at this moment, the moonlight shone in faintly, his body sunk in the shadows The posture is charming, quiet and slightly cool.
Immediately, he loosened the face scarf, changed his hand, and grasped Meng Fuyao's pulse gate.
Meng Fuyao only felt her whole body tremble, a long and thick zhenqi poured in from the channel gate like water, quickly flowed into her whole body, and rushed towards her unhealed internal injury, the trajectory of the zhenqi was very familiar, just It was Changsun Wuji's internal strength, she subconsciously wanted to cheer up and refuse, but suddenly her eyes went dark.
Some unscrupulous person put her to sleep again.
When Meng Fuyao was awakened by someone kindly, she only saw the back of her eldest grandson Wuji who was leaning on the bed and looking at the moonlight. road:
"Fuyao."
Meng Fuyao kept a straight face and didn't answer.
"Folian is not my fiancee."