All eyes were on Changsun Wuji.
No one knew that Meng Fuyao was in deep danger at this moment.
They were just purely curious and didn't expect to get any unexpected answers. Only Folian, she knelt before the desk, motionless, with her hands tucked into her sleeves, but the sleeves were trembling without wind.
The eldest grandson Wuji, who was covered by those eyes, was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking about something, then he smiled and raised his voice, "There is nothing between me and the princess..."
He suddenly cut off his voice, suddenly turned his head to look at the field, and then his figure fluttered, and he flew out quickly.
Everyone was still waiting for his answer, but this person who had always been extremely calm suddenly showed an expression of urgency, and even flew out in the middle of speaking, all of them couldn't help showing a look of astonishment.
Folian's sleeves stopped shaking suddenly, and the Fourth Prince Feng beside her turned his head and said with a smile, "This Prince Zhaoxu, why is he so temperamental..." He suddenly saw Folian's face, and said in amazement, "Eh, sister What's wrong with you? You look so ugly?"
Folian smiled at him and said, "Brother, don't worry, my sister has been protected by gods and Buddhas since she was a child, and she has always avoided danger."
The Fourth Prince Feng felt that the answer was a bit strange, but he didn't think too much about it, and turned to look at the venue.
Folian sat steadily, laughing, a bit chilled out of the laugh.
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Meng Fuyao withdrew the saber before the battle, and the huge recoil force was immediately applied to her alone. She only felt a bang in her heart, and then there was a buzzing in her ears. , leaned back and rolled out, and on the opposite side, Bagu, who had been waiting for an opportunity, suddenly moved. He took a step forward, stretched out his hand, and suddenly there was a black and blue ghost scratch in his palm, and he grabbed it towards Wuli The retreating Meng Fuyao stepped forward!
At this moment, the spectators turned their attention back, and then they found that the battle that Meng Fuyao had just won was turned upside down in an instant, and Meng Fuyao's imposing knife suddenly retracted automatically when it was close to the opponent's chest, and was immediately rebounded by the fierce strength , a somersault in mid-air, and Bagu's ghost catches up to her chest like a meteor chasing the moon. Seeing that Meng Fuyao's moves are old, and he seems to be seriously injured, he is unable to dodge, and they can't help being shocked, "Ah!" With a sound.
Bagu showed a sinister smile, Meng Fuyao desperately moved his body in mid-air to avoid the vital point, but found that his meridians were instantly disorganized and he couldn't move.
She closed her eyes in despair, and the moment her eyelashes closed, a purple shadow flashed across her.
The eldest grandson Wuji has arrived.
He came as light as a wisp of floating weed, but his shot was as solid as a majestic mountain and sea. With a flick of his sleeve, he slashed across the sky, cutting off Bagu's attack in an instant!
The wind stopped, the wind stopped and the long clothes danced, Changsun Wuji held one hand behind his back, and lightly pointed forward with the other, the fingers protruding from his sleeves were quietly inserted between the eyes of the ferocious ghost scratching the ghost head.
Bagu looked at being caught by the ghost head with eyes pierced, and his expression slowly changed. He raised his head sharply to look at his grandson Wuji, and said word by word, "Prince Zhaoxu, your Excellency is the arbitrator of the conference, and you actually intervene in the fight and openly protect you!" Wuji, don’t you think it’s gone too far?”
The eldest grandson Wuji looked at him indifferently, and said: "But I feel that I am protecting you."
Bagu said coldly, "Prince, this joke is not funny!"
"I am too lazy to joke with you." Changsun Wuji slowly withdrew his hand and said with a smile, "I just want to ask you, are you really a native of Fufeng?"
With a bang, everyone stared wide-eyed in surprise. The Zhenwu Conference has a strict order that participants are not allowed to conceal or lie about their nationality. Once found to be falsified, they will be immediately disqualified and expelled from the conference, and will be severely punished. Then there is no right to stay here at all.
Bagu's face changed drastically, and he immediately said: "Naturally!"
"Oh? Then I was wrong?" Changsun Wuji smiled, suddenly looked at the top of Bagu's head, raised his eyebrows and said, "Then why did your Excellency's wig suddenly lift off? Ah, there is still a mark on the forehead?"
Bagu was startled, and quickly stretched out his hand to touch his head, but found no abnormality when he touched it. He was stunned for a moment, raised his eyes and saw the suddenly enlightened expressions around him, and immediately realized that he had been fooled by his eldest grandson Wuji, and his face turned pale instantly.
The eldest grandson Wuji was already laughing, walking back with his hands behind his back while laughing, and said calmly, "Your Excellency, you should lift up your wig yourself. If the Tiansha Golden Guard of His Majesty Labor makes a move, I'm afraid it won't look good."
The knowledgeable people in the seat looked at Bagu's expression, and couldn't help whispering to each other. People with bald heads and foreheads are a special existence in the entire Wuzhou continent, and there is only one kind, that is, ascetics in the sky. Cultivate this life with painstaking efforts, never haunt the world of mortals, and everyone just heard about it. Could it be that this Bagu, who claims to be a native of Fufeng, is an ascetic in the most mysterious country? And his fake invention was found to be normal, and the mark on his forehead was not exposed. How did Changsun Wuji find out
Changsun Wuji walked back without turning his head, Bagu was stunned on the spot, and suddenly heard someone whispering in his ear, saying: "Practitioners in the sky are never allowed to get involved in the world of mortals. Your Excellency has not only violated the precept of the Zhenwu Conference , and violated the regulations of the sky, are you really not afraid that my palace will send a message to the sky to invite an oracle for you?"
Bagu trembled, and turned his horrified eyes to the eldest grandson Wuji. This prince of another country is really as terrifying as the rumors. He was so careful, and kept hiding his identity until the final round. He didn't use it until the battle for the leader. A technique that belonged exclusively to Qiongcang, and was also hidden under the cover-up of Fufeng's witchcraft, but he didn't want to be able to see it.
He subconsciously glanced at Pei Yuan, and quickly retracted it, fearing that the eldest grandson Wuji, who was spying on people's hearts, would find out again. The local people didn't know what decision to make, Zhan Nancheng looked at him with a sullen face, and asked his eldest grandson Wuji: "The prince thinks how to deal with it?"
"I have fulfilled my obligation to arbitrate," Changsun Wuji said indifferently, "Strictly speaking, what Bagu used just now is no longer martial arts, it is a forbidden technique, and it also violates the purpose of the conference. His Majesty will decide how to deal with it."
"Okay," Zhan Nancheng nodded, and said, "Now strip Bagu..."
"Wait!"
The one who spoke was actually Meng Fuyao who had been half kneeling and panting with a knife after Changsun Wuji separated the two of them just now.
Changsun Wuji was about to sit back in his seat when he heard her froze, and when he looked back, his expression was as usual, but his eyes were full of helplessness.
His eyes flicked away, and the long eyelashes covered the expression in his eyes for an instant, and he asked calmly, "Does General Meng have anything to say?"
Meng Fuyao leaned on the knife, raised his head, swallowed the blood that was forced to his throat, and replied loudly, "I can't be plotted by him for nothing! I want to fight him to the end!"
The audience was shocked, looking at Meng Fuyao as if they were looking at an idiot—Ba Gu was disqualified from competing for the right, Pei Yuan and Ya Lanzhu had been fighting until now, both of them were exhausted, no matter who wins, it will be a tragic victory , even if Meng Fuyao was injured, it would be easy to take the first place, but this Bagu is in excellent condition and has a strange forbidden technique, how could she be the opponent now
The leader who was sent in front of him didn't want it, but he wanted to be sent to Bagu's hands to die
What's more, if she duels with Ba Gu now, she has already left the scope of the Zhenwu Conference, which belongs to personal enmity, and is no longer restricted and protected by the rules of the conference. It is really hard to predict what will happen.
What a madman!
Meng Fuyao half-kneeled on the ground, staring at Bagu in shock, staring at Bagu—she is not a lunatic, nor is she an idiot who will be stimulated to go crazy after suffering a small loss, and will retaliate randomly, she just because , at that moment she really saw her mother!
It's not a phantom, it's not a virtual scene, it's a real scene. She is sure that the hospital and her mother at that moment are not a retrospective of the previous scene. At that moment, she saw the flower on the cabinet next to her mother's bed. It was a deep red plum blossom. , It's plum blossoms!
Meng Fuyao's fingers dug deeply into the seams of the gold bricks, she didn't use that force, she was afraid that her tears would immediately gush out, in the flickering tears, the long-lost memories of the previous life rolled out like a scroll, with a flash of light, The door was pushed open.
The door was pushed open, and the woman came briskly, put a jasmine into the vase, kissed the patient on the bed with a smile, and carefully looked at the plain flowers in the vase, shouting dissatisfiedly: "Oh, the color of this flower is too plain Plum blossoms are blooming in the yard at home tomorrow, pick the most beautiful one and put it in, I want the brightest one!"
"Okay, Fuyao, you can go," the mother on the bed smiled, "The climate in Yunnan is hot and humid, bring some Huoxiang Zhengqi water."
"Hey!" She waved her hand, opened the door and went out, then suddenly poked her head in, and said, "I don't know how long we'll be going, in case something delays me, I haven't come back when the plum blossoms are blooming, so ask Qiangzi next door to give you daily Change flowers."
"Silly boy, it's only summer now, how can you not come back in winter?" Mother smiled...
That was the last time she met her mother, eighteen years apart.
That year, that time and space, and the agreement on plum blossoms, has been a pain in her heart ever since. During those sleepless nights, she sat up countless times with bright eyes, thinking, is mother still waiting for her? Waiting for the plum blossom that will never be planted by her own hands? And the mother who has never waited for her, what kind of mood will she count the return date of her departure in those moonlit nights
It was that summer, when she had just decided on her job title, raised her salary, and had the money to send her mother to the hospital for the first time. She made an appointment with her to pinch the most beautiful plum blossom in winter, and then that vow was melted by fate.
Then, just today, in another time and space, on the occasion of a decisive battle that would never be imagined in a previous life, at the moment when that strange opponent opened his palm eyes to her, she saw the promised plum blossom, saw the Mother, she clearly saw her mother leaning against the head of the bed, slightly frowning and sighing, and saw that she had a lot of gray hair on her sideburns, much more than when she left.
It was because of this flower and such a mother that Meng Fuyao was sure that the world opened by Bagu's eyes was not the reflection of her own memories, but the projection of the real time and space. The Wuzhou Continent is indeed different. The eighteen years now are not the eighteen years there.
The mother's illness meant that she could not live for more than eighteen years. Although the mother she saw in that eye was older, she did not appear to be eighteen years older.
With tears in his eyes, Meng Fuyao breathed a sigh of relief, and almost put his hands together to thank God, the past life and Wuzhou Continent are not a parallel time and space! And the mother is still alive! Her persistence, which was almost desperate, was finally proven today, that she was right!
Because of this, she couldn't let go of Bagu, the only warlock who gave her hope, and she wanted to get more definite news about her mother from him!
Holding the saber, Meng Fuyao stood up panting slightly, "Slaughter Heaven" leveled his fingers, pointing at Bagu without hesitation.
She doesn't look at Changsun Wuji - no matter whether he agrees or not, he can't stop her pointing.
The eldest grandson Wuji was looking at her.
Look at the tears in her eyes, look at her stubborn expression, look at her staggering but never retreating standing posture, look at her trembling whole body but the outstretched blade is as calm as an abyss.
He sighed slightly with his eyes, the pain in his eyes was like a stream of light, he looked at her like looking at an oasis in the desert, close at hand but out of reach, as if looking at each other in an instant, but thousands of miles away.
However, if you love her, even if you worry about the weightlessness of fate all the time, you still have to let her fly.
The hall was as quiet as water, and everyone was waiting for an answer.
Changsun Wuji finally answered calmly:
"Since General Meng proposes a challenge, please do so."
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Meng Fuyao took a breath, she suddenly wanted to cry.
Isn't it difficult for Changsun Wuji to say this sentence
She always seemed to be giving him a hard time.
It requires him to constantly face choices, he is required to hesitate between protecting her and letting her go, and he is required to have endless dilemmas between obeying his own heart and fulfilling her heart.
There is a kind of letting go and being sad to own.
Meng Fuyao swallowed lightly, and swallowed the pill in his mouth. Just now, Changsun Wuji swept off the field, and the moment he cut his sleeve, taking advantage of the wind that was about to stop, he shot a pill with the hand behind him. into her arms.
She knelt on the ground and did not move, also for the convenience of getting the medicine into her mouth.
Seeing that the leader is about to get her hands, and her painstaking efforts are going to be wasted by her, Meng Fuyao smiled softly - she is really not a thing.
With that smile, she took a deep breath, suppressed the surging blood in her heart with all her strength, wiped the blade lightly, and brushed her fingers over the extremely sharp blade, a line of blood was seen in one stroke.
The dark black blade suddenly brightened, with a slight red glow.
Feed the weapon of the magic weapon with the blood of the master, and it can break the magic.
The red light became brighter and brighter. The black "Slaying Heaven" had tasted the blood of the enemy and received the blood of its master for the first time.
Bagu stared at the ordinary-looking but suddenly brilliant knife, as if thinking of something, his eyes suddenly changed slightly.
But the moment he was distracted, Meng Fuyao immediately moved.
She raised her knife and chopped the ground!
The black and red saber light carried a mighty force, like a thunder hammer from the nine heavens, it slammed heavily into the ground!
"Crack—"
The extremely hard gold brick floor was split with all the strength of the whole body, and a narrow and long deep groove was forcibly split. Amidst the splashes of brick chips, a bright white light gushed out like a waterfall. Jumped out, crossed the deep ditch in a blink of an eye, and reached Bagu's feet!
No one can practice martial arts to the soles of their feet!
Such a tricky and weird angle!
Bagu's whole body was on guard against Meng Fuyao's seemingly doomed blow, but he didn't expect that she would use the blow with all her strength to chop the ground. The white light had already reached the soles of the feet, and no one dared to resist the forceful power of the sixth floor of "Broken Nine Heavens".
He reacted extremely quickly, and the moment he jumped up, the ghost head suddenly opened his eyes. Although the ghost head's eyes were pierced by Changsun Wuji, deep in the bloody mouth, there were actually a pair of strange eyes!
But Meng Fuyao was no longer opposite him, she was waiting for him on his way.
As soon as she split, she jumped out without hesitation, her figure stretched out like a flying swallow, on top of Bagu's head, her head and feet, right at the same time as Bagu who rose from the ground like a rocket!
I am on top of your head, you have the ability to carve eyes on your head!
When our heads meet, let's see who has the hardest head!
Meng Fuyao smiled grimly, "Slaying Heaven" rolled across!
This roll is like a flag facing the wind, and a mighty wind is rolled up all over the body, but the wind is not an invisible wind, the wind is like a hurricane, at first the center is bright and the edge is pale, which is the true meaning of "sunrise" and "moon soul". The essence of Qi, as her figure unfolded, the bright and light white suddenly extended separately, spread out like a fan, and instantly melted into a piece of pure whiteness, like milk, and then roared like the sea. In the strong wind, it is as bright as the aurora.
When it was extremely bright, the white light disappeared again, but the wind became several times more violent!
"Rising Sun", "Moon Soul" and "Great Wind" three kinds of supreme strength, when Meng Fuyao fell into a desperate situation, they finally merged completely!
The ultimate magical power is three in one, under the sun and the moon, the four seas are full of wind!
With a whoosh, Pei Yuan and Ya Lanzhu, who were slowly and desperately entangled in the battle, were swept out together.
With a chirping sound, the pair of unmoving brass dragon-headed cauldrons weighing a thousand jun under the main hall suddenly retreated slowly, step by step, leaving a heavy scratch on the place they passed.
With a few whirring sounds, the apricot-yellow brocade surrounds on the tables all over the hall were rolled up, floating up and down in the air, circling and flying, like a goddess scattering flowers, it was really beautiful, but it was a pity that they dropped a few fruit tea cups with them. It shattered on the ground with a bang, and the broken pieces of porcelain rolled on the ground, like broken jade splashed all over the ground.
Zhan Nancheng was drinking tea, when the wind suddenly blew up, all the hot tea in the cup stood up, he was afraid of being scalded, he hurriedly let go, the teacup fell, and the water separated from the teacup, still a jet of water shocked him In front of him, Zhan Nancheng couldn't avoid being scalded, so he gently stretched out one hand, caught the teacup and greeted him upwards, and steadily pushed a cup of tea into his palm again.
Zhan Nancheng heaved a sigh of relief, forced his head up and smiled and said, "Thank you, Prince, this wind...is too weird..."
Changsun Wuji didn't answer him, he turned his head and looked at the center of the wind, his eyes slightly worried.
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At this moment, the wind blows!
The women covered their skirts tightly in panic, while the men raised their heads and opened their mouths in astonishment.
Looking at the center of the turbulent wind in the hall, it turned out to be static and peaceful, and all the complicated movements finally turned into one movement—Meng Fuyao stood upside down on top of Bagu's head, with the tip of the knife inserted into the center of his head.
A thread of fresh blood slowly flowed down from the top of Bagu's head, it was very thin—Meng Fuyao's knife only pierced his scalp and didn't go deep.
The sound of the wind died down, she landed lightly, and when she landed, a mouthful of blood spewed out, which was more blood loss than Bagu.
However, her hand still did not loosen, and the tip of the knife moved down to the center of Bagu's eyebrows. She said in a low voice, "What kind of forbidden technique are those eyes of yours?"
Ba Gu was silent, his mouth was tightly shut, Meng Fuyao said solemnly: "As long as you show me the scene just now, I won't kill you."
Bagu pursed his lips, as if hesitating.
The eldest grandson Wuji, who had been watching the battle calmly on the jade steps, suddenly put his hand on the table.
He looked at Bagu, his eyes were expressionless, and his palm was close to the case. There was a pair of ghost eyes that he had just picked out. He put his palm on the ghost eyes and pressed lightly.
Bagu suddenly convulsed.
He convulsed under Meng Fuyao's knife, his whole body seemed to be pulled by a machine, his limbs twitched strangely, his breathing was short of breath, his face was purple, but his eyes suddenly brightened. He bent his body, as if he wanted to turn around and look for something.
Meng Fuyao became anxious immediately, stabbed him with the tip of the saber, between his eyebrows, and shouted angrily, "What are you doing!"
She was already seriously injured, and she exhausted all her strength to control the enemy with one move. At this moment, her heart was agitated, and another mouthful of blood splashed on Bagu's face, and some bits and pieces fell on the ground.
The blood is bright red, scorching the eyes.
The hand of Changsun Wuji on the jade steps suddenly stopped.
His gaze turned around on the bloody color, and then flitted across Meng Fuyao's pale face, a gloomy and painful look flashed in his eyes, he slowly let go of his hand, and then stopped, looking Looking at Bagu, he pressed down again, but when he saw Meng Fuyao's anxious expression and agitated eyes, his hand stopped again.
Between stopping and continuing.
So three times.
The moment seems like a thousand years.
Such subtle ups and downs seemed to be just an unintentional flick of the fingertips. No one noticed the endless struggle in a person's heart at this moment in the shallow movements like butterflies falling and flowers flying like wind and water.
In the end, Changsun Wuji slowly let go of his hand.
He closed his eyes, no one heard that long, heart-shattering sigh.
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Letting go of his hand, Bagu returned to normal, and seemed to have forgotten the momentary twisting just now. He opened his eyes, looked at Meng Fuyao, and suddenly said, "So what if you see it? It's better not to see it."
"That's my business!" Meng Fuyao pressed the knife tightly, gulped down the surging blood, and shouted angrily, "If you want to die, hurry up!"
Her sanity was a little unclear, and she even said something wrong. Bagu straightened his neck, as if he wanted to resist, his eyes met Meng Fuyao's fiery eyes, and he jumped, and said for a long time: "My ability , can only show you for a short time.”
"Success!" Meng Fuyao's body was burning with irritability, her internal organs seemed to be rolled up and swayed uncontrollably, and she was in severe pain like tearing. She gritted her teeth tightly to prevent herself from passing out in the next moment. How can I faint if I haven't seen what I desperately want to see
The two were deadlocked in the hall, others didn't know what they were doing, thought Meng Fuyao had committed the same mistake when he defeated Xuanyuan Yun last time, so they laughed and talked again, the fourth prince Feng took the brocade shop picked up by the eunuch and recorded it On the ground, he stretched his arms and smiled at Folian: "This Meng Fuyao is really strong. Listen to me, have you seen it?"
"It should be him." Folian stared closely at Meng Fuyao, and said, "This one has changed his face, but brother, you know, I am good at smelling people. He walked past me before, and I smelled that The smell is the same as the one who rescued me in front of Dade Temple."
"Then it's over and you have to thank him," said the Fourth Prince Feng. "With such a talent, today's battle will surely move the world. It would be good if you take advantage of this chance to make friends earlier."
"What brother said is true." Folian pursed her lips and smiled, "How can such a character not be seen?"
She had a cool smile, and she had a very standard noble lotus posture, like the wind flying on the water, the lotus branches swaying, dragging out a thousand layers of light and shadow in the blue skirt, and no one could see the dewdrops rolling quietly among the overturned layers of green leaves.
Those familiar smells... appearing on people who shouldn't be there!
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Bagu finally opened his palms to Meng Fuyao again.
The "eye" blinked, and the dim light reappeared.
A crack was opened in time and space by a mysterious forbidden technique, and the picture scroll of another world was slowly opened.
Still in that ward, it was vaguely the evening sky, the dim light and shadow were projected on the white bedding, and on the sideburns of the mother's gray hair. The mother was reading a book with a focused expression.
The book is very old, the edges have been rolled up, and it is still a little dirty. The cover is colorful, and there is a crooked little duck drawn. The painting skills are unmatched.
Next to the duck was written a line of bad words, big and small: Meng Fuyao's book, whoever steals and beats whoever.
Meng Fuyao's tears rushed out in an instant.
It was her book, the only children's book "The Little Prince" when she was young, and her mother worked overtime for a month to buy it for her. My mother said to draw a dragon, because she is a dragon, and she doesn't like it. Dragons look like earthworms. She likes fluffy ducks, so she decides that she will belong to ducks in the future.
Fearing that someone would steal it, she added a few words, if I remember correctly, there is a skull with a cross drawn with a red pen on the place covered by her mother's finger-curse, whoever steals poison will die.
There is a small bottle next to the skull - "Dichlorvos", "Must Kill".
Heh... Seen from a young age, she is such a cruel child...
Meng Fuyao smiled softly with tears in her eyes. She saw that the book was older than what she remembered, and the tattered corners had been carefully patched, but it was still a bit difficult to hold. The book must have been rubbed by her mother a lot, and the edges were hair Bright, she saw her mother's fingers touching the ugly duck carefully.
That hand was skinny, with the pale color of a patient, with protruding knuckles and bruises from needle pricks.
Meng Fuyao stretched out her hand tremblingly, wanting to hold the hand that had been lost for eighteen years, but felt the shattered light and shadow in her arms, and her mother's illusory turmoil, she quickly withdrew her hand, not daring to disturb the scene again.
What is close at hand cannot be touched.
The mother was still looking at the duck, full of love and affection, as if she saw her daughter exuding the fragrance of milk, lying on her lap, drawing a picture, the fragrance of Tezawa, which belongs to the daughter, seems to be left behind after many years .
She touched the duck's hand, and suddenly moved forward slowly, as if she could also figure out the outline of her daughter from the immature strokes.
However, I can't touch it.
Across time and space, the touch of a mother and daughter missed each other.
Meng Fuyao's tears finally overflowed his eyes, rolled down his cheeks quietly, mixed with the bloodstains at the corner of his mouth, turned into a pink stream, and fell on the skirt of his clothes.
The little prince said - it is because you spend time on your rose that it becomes so precious.
It is precisely because those eighteen years of perseverance were so difficult that Meng Fuyao's tears at this moment weighed more than a thousand ounces.
The hall was silent, everyone lost their voices, they didn't understand what Meng Fuyao was doing, they only saw her standing in front of Bagu, crying suddenly, people looked at her suspiciously, but they were shocked by the great desolation and pain in her eyes. Shocked, he couldn't help but fell silent.
Changsun Wuji turned his face halfway, his normally stable fingers trembling slightly, he let go of the teacup he had been holding calmly in his hand, and put his hands into his sleeves.
There is a kind of pain that he can't share, but he can't help but be with him.
Meng Fuyao suddenly stopped crying.
Time is precious, and tears will blur the vision and make it difficult to see the mother's face, which is too wasteful.
She blinked hard, blinking tears away, and then heard a bang, the door of the ward was knocked open, and a lot of people broke in from the light and shadow.
The one who was in the lead had a fat body—a fat man.
In the ancient tomb, the fat man who was crying for his father and mother met a landslide, and was almost poked by Meng Fuyao.
Behind him are Xiao Li, Lao Wang, and Da Tou...all colleagues from the archaeological team. The fat man actually held a hot pot in his hand, and Xiao Li carried a big bag of fresh food. There was a bit of commotion in the world of mortals, they set out the hot pot and sliced mutton, and shouted loudly: "Today is the winter solstice, auntie will eat hot pot with us!"
The mother on the hospital bed looked up with a smile and said, "I'm sorry to bother you to come and see me..."
"Auntie, you're welcome, it should be, that guy Meng Fuyao is not here, we..." Xiao Li, who was in the middle of speaking, was stabbed and quickly shut up.
Mother was still smiling, carefully closed the book, gently stroked the cover, and said: "She is here...she is in my heart."
Mother…
Meng Fuyao couldn't help but rushed forward, wanting to plunge into the warmth and longing of the past, the light and shadow in front of him trembled, and the water rippled a few times, and then all the scenes gradually faded away, turning into white light and disappearing.
Meng Fuyao was in a hurry, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to grab it, but he only grabbed the icy void, and almost grabbed Bagu's nose off.
Bagu's face was covered with sweat, and he could see that he had reached the limit of being able to last for such a long time. He clasped his palms together and said, "You promised to let me go."
Meng Fuyao stared at him, still thinking of his own mind.
Looking at Meng Fuyao's eyes, Ba Gu seemed to realize something, and hurriedly said: "I can only use this kind of forbidden technique three times in my life, and it was the third time just now, don't think about it any more."
Meng Fuyao was completely disillusioned in an instant, and within the disillusionment was filled with hatred, she suddenly raised her head and stared at Bagu, her eyes were like a wolf that had been hungry for half a month, Bagu trembled all over, and said loudly: "You will break your promise!"
But Meng Fuyao pushed him suddenly, saying: "Get lost!"
She pushed Bagu hard like a shrew, and cursed indistinctly: "Roll, roll, roll!"
With a pale face, Bagu stared at Meng Fuyao who had made him lose face in front of the warriors all over the world, his knuckles were clenched, and he suddenly felt a cold gaze behind him, piercing him like a thorn. Pained, he turned around, and saw the eldest grandson Wuji on the jade steps, sitting peacefully, smiling at him.
Seeing that smile made him tremble, he didn't dare to do anything anymore, and walked out quickly with his head bowed.
In the arena, only Meng Fuyao and Pei Yuan were left at this moment—Ya Lanzhu was swept out of the arena when Meng Fuyao made a move just now. She was exhausted and fainted, and Pei Yuan lay on the ground. Panting, all five of her fingertips were bright red, but it wasn't blood, and she didn't know what it was.
Pei Yuan was lying on the stomach, Meng Fuyao was squatting, one seemed to be struggling no longer while lying on the stomach, and the other was vomiting blood non-stop.
The battle for the real martial arts leader is now coming to a tragic end.
At this time, the crowd didn't know who the leader of Zhenwu would be—Meng Fuyao, who should have won the title of leader without a doubt, looked like anyone could be knocked down with a single finger. At this moment, the two of them are purely luck. Whoever can use the last bit of strength to push the opponent down will win!
Meng Fuyao squatted with her knees hugged, staring at her own shadow in front of her own pool of blood, who is there? Where was the red-haired witch back then
She was so engrossed in watching that she didn't notice the exclamation from the side of her body, Pei Yuan was struggling to get up on her elbows.
She crawled extremely slowly, struggled to get up half of her body and immediately fell down, but she gasped for a while, but she never gave up and stood up again.
She struggled for a full cup of tea, and finally stood up unsteadily.
Meng Fuyao remained squatting still, she seemed to study her own shadow without self-restraint, she was so unwilling—the pool of blood reflected the caisson of the golden palace, the four walls of dragons, but it could no longer reflect the people and things she wanted to see .
She was obsessed, dipped her fingertips in blood, and slowly sketched on the ground, a round...a curved...
Someone kept calling softly in her ear, trying to wake her up at a critical moment. It was his elegant and mellow voice:
"Fuyao..."
Pei Yuan came closer panting.
... another bend over... and then two small triangles...
"... Fuyao!"
Pei Yuan finally walked behind Meng Fuyao.
Meng Fuyao continued without any other distractions... There was still a stroke to draw the web...
Above the main hall, on the precious and bright gold brick floor, under the eyes of everyone, the childish painting under the approach of the enemy was finally completed.
Duck.
After finishing the last stroke, Pei Yuan's palm was also lifted up, the fingertips of the five fingers were as bright red as blood, and they stabbed Meng Fuyao headfirst like blood sand!
"... Fuyao!"
Meng Fuyao suddenly looked up!
Then she fell down.
When she fell down, her body slid out immediately, Pei Yuan suddenly lost the target above her head, her center of gravity was unstable and she fell downwards, her front center and Meng Fuyao's slid out body intertwined in an instant.
Instantly, staggered.
A black light flashed.
A smear of blood like a brocade floated slowly along with the black knife light, and then surged into the air, warm and vigorous, like a flaming torch.
The torch that burns all the life in a person.
From Pei Yuan's throat, a short "ah" sound came out.
That whisper was like a dream, and the dream was instantly shattered and melted into the cold void.
She fell down softly, like a flower that bloomed suddenly and withered instantly, or a wisp of cloud was blown away by the mountain wind, or what year the northern geese flew away in an instant in the magnificent sky, but there was no more. The day you fly back.
Twenty-one years of youth have come to an end today, and those entanglements of grievances and resentments that can't be loved but can't be loved are like a mess, like a bundle of silk meets a sharp knife, and it will all be broken with a "clang".
There is only a long echo, scattered in the wind.
Perhaps, from the time she met her, from the moment she swiped in the back of Xuanyuan Mountain, the cliff of life has long been doomed.
Because of a man she cared about but she no longer cared about, they collided so far, and then, she fell in the middle, and she, drying the blood on the tip of the sword, continued to move forward.
The world is so open and narrow, it can accommodate the vastness of the sea and the distance of the world, and it cannot tolerate narrow scheming and private calculations.
Pei Yuan was lying on the ground, feeling that the wind was blowing up all around, swinging leisurely, wanting to blow him across the western mountain, but also feeling extremely cold born of the extreme heat, the cold seemed like the snow from the year when he first met him, Covering her eyebrows layer by layer, she held her cold hand in the master's hand, timidly looking at the unfamiliar courtyard, while the handsome young man sweeping snow in front of the plum blossom tree turned his head and smiled like the beginning of spring.
He said: Junior sister, good morning.
That year, she looked at him and forgot to answer.
Pei Yuan smiled slightly...how could he not answer? Last chance of this life.
She closed her eyes and murmured:
"It's windy and snowy, brother... take care."
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The battle of true martial arts is over!
But it was the worst result in a pool of blood.
Zhan Nancheng opened his mouth, but failed to say the words of congratulations a few times, Zhan Beiheng said shyly in the silence for a long time: "Wuji, Meng Fuyao, win!"
The spectators immediately became lively, showing false prosperity and joy to the blood and corpses, and many people rushed up to congratulate, and Zhan Nancheng seemed to be talking about the palace celebration banquet vaguely, those mouths and squirts that were tirelessly opened The saliva almost drowned Meng Fuyao, she looked at them blankly, not knowing what these bastards were talking about, it made her dizzy, and, what's more, she actually stepped on her duck!
Someone squeezed up and took her hand. It was Ya Lanzhu who barely recovered. She pushed away those people one by one, no matter what kind of status the onlookers were, and shouted unceremoniously: "Rang Rang, we will go home!"
we are going home.
Where is Ke's home
Meng Fuyao was in a daze like this, floating, and was pulled out by Ya Lanzhu, she faintly