Smoke kill!
Is the old man recovering from his injuries? Regardless of his identity, he intended to ambush her in this dark alley at night!
A trace of contempt flashed in Meng Fuyao's eyes—no matter how weird the personalities of the top ten are, they are all unique and have their own guru demeanor. This smoke killer is really a scum to stay among the top ten, clear him!
The smoke was getting thicker and thicker, there was faint laughter, ear-piercing, Meng Fuyao raised his eyebrows, and cursed: "Which old raven learns how to crow in the middle of the night, can people still live?"
"Girls are always so reckless." Yan Shajiejie's laughter was still so distant and near, "I have been delayed by some chores recently, and I just found time to kill you today. Hurry up and kill yourself."
"Okay," Meng Fuyao raised his eyebrows, drunkenly threw a rotten brick at him, "Hurry up, hit your head with this brick."
"snort!"
Once the smoke is thick, it will be collected, spread out in mid-air, collected into a stick, and swept across!
"call!"
A whirlwind like desert yellow sand filled the sky, half falling from the sky and half rising from the ground, like a huge blanket thrown up all over the sky, covering Meng Fuyao and the guards behind her like a hood, that The "blanket" was so huge that it covered Xu Fangyuan in the surrounding area. Compared with it, Meng Fuyao and the others were like ants, they couldn't escape in any direction.
Meng Fuyao did not escape either.
She raised her head suddenly, and smiled strangely. At this moment, her eyes were extremely bright, like beams of light splitting the chaotic smoke, how could she be as confused as she was drunk just now
"Old dog, you have been fooled!"
Before she finished drinking, she suddenly punched the wall of the alley beside her with a "boom", and all the "bricks" on the wall fell, revealing the black pig iron inside. She kicked the ground where she was standing. The sudden subsidence revealed a deep hole, Meng Fuyao immediately jumped down with the guards, and then laughed loudly: "Please enter the urn!"
In the well-arranged pit, she stretched out her hand and pulled the trigger. Amidst the crackling sounds, the wall ash of the entire "alley" peeled off, and it turned out that it was all made of connected cast iron plates. With the operation of the trigger, those iron plates Quickly flip it up and close it, wrapping Yan Sha standing in the center of the "alley" and doing his exercises in the middle!
Yansha let out a piercing roar.
"Shameless!"
Meng Fuyao smiled shamelessly, stretched out his hand out of the pit and took out the long spear that had been prepared, and jumped out together with the guards - this iron formation can only be killed in an instant, if you want to kill, you must seize the opportunity!
Between the connection gaps of the iron plate array, the smoke flickers and flickers, and the smoke can rush out in an instant!
Meng Fuyao stepped on the edge of the pit and flew up, halfway behind her, Tiecheng let out a loud roar and swiped her spear horizontally, touching Meng Fuyao's feet, sending her up five feet like a whirlwind, and landing on the iron box, Meng Fuyao immediately speared Poke down like lightning!
Yao Xun Tiecheng and the guards also rushed over, throwing their hands together on the ground, all spears flying staggered, piercing through the iron box.
There was a sharp howl, the smoke was intense, and the iron box exploded with a loud bang, breaking into thousands of black iron pieces, flying in the night.
"Excuse me!"
A bright white light suddenly shined above the sky, and the golden snake danced wildly above the black stratus clouds. The clouds seemed to be shaken, and some sporadic raindrops came out. The wind swayed around, swaying the crystal water of the day.
There are black iron fragments all over the place, and when it rains, it shines with strange eye-like colors. In the Xiaoxiao rain curtain, the water on the ground quickly gathers into small streams and extends in all directions. Among those streams, there is one that is faint. of red.
Yan Sha stood there, with a deep blood hole on his shoulder, and blood on his knee, the blood burst out, staining the earthy yellow robe muddy.
He stood there with a livid face, taking a deep breath, and as he breathed, the smoke light on his face flickered on and off, and every time it went dark and lit up again, the smoke intensified, and it could be seen that he Injured by Meng Fuyao's men twice, he has already been really angry, and probably wants to take out the bottom of the box and kill him.
Meng Fuyao would not give him a chance to fight to the death.
She smiled lowly, "Killing the Sky" flashed, with the twilight of the moon and the sun, the strong wind rushed towards her.
The wind rises, the sun rises, and the moon rises!
After the final battle of the true martial arts leader, Meng Fuyao used her own kung fu method of fusing the real power of the wind, the sun, and the moon for the first time in an actual battle. During her hard training during this period, the three major powers became more integrated. , gurgling like flowing springs, mighty like rivers and oceans, wherever they pass, the wind is not strong, the light is not visible, but the breath is suffocating. It's going to be three minutes faster.
quick! The true meaning of martial arts is to be fast. In front of those whose true strength surpasses one's own, one can follow the moon and follow the wind, changing rapidly, never allowing others to trace one's own trajectory!
Meng Fuyao turned into light and shadow, turned into a whirlwind of tens of thousands of miles in an instant, wandering and circling, coming from the infinite vastness, going to the only one in the center——Yan kills all vital points!
Yan Sha could no longer compete with her.
He was injured and his movements were hindered. The heavy blow on his shoulder was Meng Fuyao's killer. An ordinary expert had already been pierced by a single shot. What's more, the shot was poisonous! On the four corners of the tumbling closed iron box, poison was sprayed!
He was poisoned, injured, and forced to fight Meng Fuyao.
Tie Cheng and the others wanted to come up to help, but Meng Fuyao scolded back with a stare: "Damn, I need your help in this situation, I don't want to die!"
In her busy schedule, she glanced at the corner of the eaves of the opposite house, where Shi Shiran was sitting tall, with light purple robes fluttering in mid-air, and she even held up an umbrella leisurely, with a certain white-haired man watching the battle squatting on his knees. The fluttering adults, one man and one mouse, smiled and remained motionless, only covering her with their eyes.
The person who keeps letting her fly, but always accepts her in his vision of care.
Meng Fuyao smiled, looking back, she went to fight and kill with peace of mind.
Those two, perched high on the eaves, watched her fight and kill with nothing to do.
In the rainy night, smoke kills people but is ambushed, exhausted; caught off guard first by being poisoned and then injured, exhausted; meeting Meng Fuyao, who is energetic and prepared to fight fiercely, exhausted.
No matter how strong the strong man is, there is a limit. The three powers have been exhausted, so we have to exhaust ourselves!
The three hundred and twenty eighth move.
The smoke waving like a streamer in Yansha's palm became thinner and thinner, Meng Fuyao suddenly made a fake move, extremely complicated and complicated gestures - from the experience of watching Changsun Wuji and Taeyeon's battle that night - with such a dazzling dance, Yansha raised his hand. A letter in his hand, but his hand suddenly became empty.
At the same time, Meng Fuyao backed away, turned around, her black hair was raised like a large black satin, and it fluttered in the rain, and when she fell, she had already turned back and bumped into it like a shooting star, and her back was facing Yansha. Crash into his arms!
An extremely bold and weird move, Yan Sha never thought that in the confrontation, someone would dare to completely expose the back empty door to him, and completely send the empty door to the door.
Yan Sha was stunned, terribly stunned.
"Crack!"
The black knife is like an aurora, flashing in the rain.
Meng Fu shook his hand, and drew the saber, the blade of the saber brought forth fresh blood like a stream, spurting out in the midnight drizzle, pulling away like a startled rainbow, crossing the darkness in an instant, being watered down by the rain in an instant, and slowly blurred like a blur Disappearance is like a dance of life that ends silently in the night, stunning in an instant, and finally disappearing.
The rain fell silently, and both of them were dripping wet and bloody. Meng Fuyao was still leaning against Yan Sha's chest, feeling that his body was cooling down rapidly, as if those lingering and sticky smoke suddenly came from that penetrating body. The wounds in the front and rear abdomen are exhausted.
She raised her eyebrows, raised her leg and kicked, and kicked the sack-like body out with a "bang", the heavy body was kicked flying several feet, slipped several feet on the rainy ground, and submerged in the water.
The reddish water flowed everywhere on the ground, and the blood was the same color as that of ordinary people, and it seemed that there was no difference because of the astonishing identity of the deceased.
One of the top ten, who has been famous all over the world for thirty years, Yan Sha, who belongs to the legend and legend, died in a back alley on such an ordinary rainy night, at the hands of an eighteen-year-old girl.
If anyone saw this battle, they would not be able to believe their eyes.
But someone still saw everything clearly with his own eyes. In the dark place ahead, Yan Jingchen looked back slowly, his eyes were dark - he saw the entire battle process, from Yan Sha's attack to the ambush in the middle to Meng Fuyao's battle to Yan Sha's death.
He stood there in a daze, looking at the dark void in disbelief, as if he saw nothing, but he seemed to see the coolness and kindness of fate.
He raised his head slightly and looked at the girl standing with a gun in the rain, holding a knife in her hand and looking back with a smile. Her clothes and long hair were flying, and her slender and straight figure was like a goddess of the sky. Her temperament was warm and fierce, without arrogance , but it still makes people feel that the light is bright and cannot be looked at, and it makes people feel ashamed and unapproachable.
Don't get close... his former Meng Fuyao.
He looked up at her, and felt the distance and the indifference of fate once again since she showed "Broken Nine Heavens" in the Battle of True Martial Arts. That woman, the woman standing in the light and shadow, has since become a hanging scroll in his life With the flickering light, he can see the high and far beauty, but he can never touch it.
She has gone too far away from him.
Even if he does not hesitate, even if he is trapped in filth, even if he sacrifices everything, he chases after him like that, but in the end he is not worthy of touching the corner of her clothes.
She was born to belong to the pinnacle of the world, that high place overlooks the mighty peak of the world, the love on Xuanyuan Mountain was just a gift from fate to meet her, he didn't have the chance to ask for more.
Those rouge buttons of lovesickness always hold back the self who is destined to be left far behind.
His gaze slowly fell on the dead body in the rain alley.
That is his master, his benefactor and enemy. He thought that he would never be able to escape his needs and fetters, such as the pain of those low and dirty nights, but today, because of her hand, he was freed.
He was relieved, he knew her painstaking efforts - she killed his wife, and then killed his nightmare to make up for it.
Compensation for such clear grievances and sympathy.
And, from now on, will he continue to entangle the pain, or let go and forget
Yan Jingchen stood in the rain with his clothes completely wet. He watched Meng Fuyao put down his gun, watched Meng Fuyao raise his head, and saw Meng Fuyao's eyes with a smile he had never seen before, falling on the man watching the battle on the opposite eaves. Her eyes were soft and happy, and she smiled and separated.
And that man, holding an umbrella, leaned over slightly and looked down with a smile, looking at her calmly and inclusively, as broad as the universe.
The moment they looked at each other.
Yan Jingchen suddenly felt that he was shrinking infinitely, shrinking into tiny dust floating between the sky and the earth.
He stood silently in the rain, and finally slowly walked towards Yansha's corpse, he and Meng Fuyao passed by, without looking back, just squatted down, and picked up Yansha's corpse.
The old body was completely relaxed in his embrace, and could no longer cause any harm to him, and those entanglements of love and hatred would eventually return to dust like this old body.
Yan Jingchen held Yan Sha in his arms and stood up. No matter how he was a master and apprentice, he was responsible for burying Yan Sha.
He walked away step by step with Yan Sha in his arms, as before, without looking back.
Meng Fuyao stood on the spot, watching the man's back gradually sinking into the darkness, his eyes were calm and shining.
Yan Jingchen, the grievances and grievances are over today, but I hope you will walk well in the future.
Behind them, Tie Cheng and the others were clearing up the pieces of iron plates. Meng Fuyao had actually bought the houses in this area long ago, and surrounded them with a wall further away to prevent people from entering. They rushed to work at night and arranged them in a wide alley. This fake alley made of iron plates, this alley is a trap, Meng Fuyao pretends to be drunk, leaning on the wall and crouching on the trees, but in fact he is just activating the traps one by one.
And Yan Sha, who had just returned from recuperating and practicing on the suburban mountains of Pandu, had already entered her sight as soon as she returned to Pandu. She got drunk and had sex, and had been waiting for him for a long time.
With the right time, place and people, Yansha, who can't occupy anything, how can he be undefeated
A sky-blue oil-paper umbrella gently moved over her head, covering the humid sky over there, and the person under the umbrella had a smile on her face, brightening up the cool night with gentleness and warmth.
Meng Fuyao raised his head and showed him a dusty smile.
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In the seventh year of Tiansha Qianqiu, on the third day of August, at night, General Tiansha Zhan Keji's army crossed Yishui at night, trying to sneak attack Canglong army, but was hit in the head by Zhan Beiye, who hadn't slept at all, and the death squad who swam from the shore When he emerged, he bumped into the tip of Heifeng Qi Senliang Tiehei's spear head-on.
On the night of the third day of August, one of the ten strong men was killed by Yan Sha. The news of his death shook the world, and the news reached the ears of the other ten strong men. Everyone was shocked. With a smile, he thought of that tough and persevering girl on Luofeng Mountain at the same time.
The beautiful man with silver hair slowly said something that will be spread all over the world in the future.
"This is just the beginning."
"The era of the top ten ruling the world will eventually pass, and a new transcendent will finally be born."
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The next goal, Zhan Beiheng!
There were quite a few heirs of the Tiansha imperial family in the early days, but they gradually withered in the long-term political strife. The second, fourth, eighth, and ninth all died young. If Zhan Beiye hadn't been for his wise and far-sighted grandfather, he would have killed him a long time ago. If it was sent to Ge Ya, there would be no bones left. When the third child, Zhan Beiqi, died in Changhan Mountain, now there is only Zhan Beiheng left beside Zhan Nancheng.
As the only prince who survived Zhan Nancheng the longest and was even trusted by him, Zhan Beiheng would naturally not be as mediocre and incompetent as he appeared on the surface. According to Meng Fuyao's observation of him, this person was cunning and cunning, and he was quite deep in the city. , and, very tolerant - Ya Lanzhu was once his betrothed wife, she threw away her engagement with him to chase Beiye, and when she herself became the laughing stock of the world, how could he not be implicated? However, this King Heng is really persistent. He not only agreed to withdraw the engagement as if nothing had happened, but even treated Ya Lanzhu as a stranger when he saw Ya Lanzhu after the divorce.
Keeping such a person is a curse, if he is here, even if Meng Fuyao kills Zhan Nancheng, it is possible to make wedding clothes for him, so Meng Fuyao has already decided that if he wants to kill Zhan Nancheng, he must kill Zhan Beiheng first.
As for the way to kill him, borrow a knife!
Now Meng Fuyao is a general under Zhan Beiheng—Zhan Beiheng is in charge of the emperor's imperial camp on behalf of Meng Fuyao. He is the direct superior of Meng Fuyao's immediate superior. Because the lions were often leaned on and rubbed by the waiting officials from all over the world, they simply changed to a pair of iron lions, known as the princes of the gate of iron lions. His Highness King Heng would not have time to pay attention to the subordinates of subordinates like Meng Fuyao. .
Meng Fuyao came to pay a visit three times, but three times she was left with invitations by the nostrils of the gatekeeper, but she didn't see him, so she was not in a hurry, and she came back and talked to Changsun Wuji, saying that this guy is so favored, he can be regarded as an outlier in the dynasty. After counting, Changsun Wuji said, "Is Zhan Beiheng's recent favor more important?"
Meng Fuyao thought for a while and said, "Yes."
"Because flowers are blooming to add fuel to the fire, prosperity must decline," Changsun Wuji smiled, "Since ancient times, no life has been difficult for a monarch and minister. Zhan Nancheng has become suspicious of Zhan Beiheng."
Meng Fuyao rolled her eyes, threw herself under Changsun Wuji's knees, and looked up at him purely: "Your Highness, Fuyao is loyal to the Lord, and has never had any second thoughts about Wuji. It is just an expedient measure to switch to the court now. Your Highness has favored me so much, could it be that my death is also approaching? I beg Your Highness, don’t ask for favors, don’t ask for favors—”
Everyone at the table sprayed rice together, Ya Lanzhu shouted: "Meng Fuyao, you are so shameless!"
The eldest grandson Wuji raised his leg and gave a weak kick, and said with a smile: "Fuck you, I hate you when I see you, and you can still cause trouble for thousands of years."
Meng Fuyao laughed loudly, staggered out, and ran to Zhan Beiheng's gate for the fourth time, but she stopped posting invitations and blocked the gatekeeper in the alley not far from Zhanbeiheng's house, without saying a word. Beat me hard, and said after beating: "I told you to look down on me and not let me in? I will beat you every time I see you in the future."
The gatekeeper wept bitterly: "Commander Meng, this, this... let the villain decide..."
"Mother Xipi, look down on me? I told you to waste your money." Meng Fuyao cursed, and ordered, "I will go to pay a visit later, and you accept the invitation, so you have to welcome me in solemnly and respectfully, and wait on you at Hou Jian's place." I eat tea and talk, and I don't need to hand over the post to King Heng, as long as I do this, I will do it like this whenever I come here in the future, and I won't beat you up."
Why don't you send a post to see King Heng? Just to have tea and talk at Hou Jian's place? The gatekeeper couldn't figure it out, but Meng Fuyao's request was easy for him, and he hurriedly responded. After a while, Meng Fuyao came back with empty hands, and before handing over the post, the gate opened with a huh, and the gatekeeper squeezed past. The crowd came out to welcome Meng Fuyao, bowed deeply, and welcomed Meng Fuyao in with the utmost ceremonies. The officials who were waiting at the door, basking in the scorching sun, suddenly turned their heads and all looked at Meng Fuyao—this little boy, from Hengwang's family. Nu's eyes have always been on the top of his head, when has he been so polite and humble? Eighty percent of them are Heng Wang's cronies!
After a while, Meng Fuyao swayed out under the respectful escort of the gatekeeper, and said in a loud and grand voice: "Suddenly remembered that there is something urgent, I have to deal with it first, King Heng, wait here and wait for the call!"
When everyone heard this, they were even more awesome—leave and come whenever you want, friendship with Heng Wang is extraordinary!
With a whoosh, all these officials who had no way to get in rushed forward, and Meng Fuyao was surrounded within a few steps, envious and fawning faces approached, chattering in all directions.
"Dare to ask the general's name?"
"In Liu XX, the capital of Xiaqi County, I met the general..."
"The general is heroic and has an extraordinary attitude. The next time he sees him, he will fall in love with him, and he is eager to accept him. Is the general free? Tonight, we will open a table at the Wangqiong Tower in Nanshi City. Please, the general, appreciate you..."
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Meng Fuyao smiled openly, and said: "The sun is shining, talk while talking."
So she talked on the sidelines, and stuffed her hands full of gifts after a short time, and most of them asked her to "speak a few words to His Royal Highness King Heng." Some officials even pulled her sleeves and cried, "I have been in Beijing for so many days, so far. Before I saw His Highness, seeing that I had exhausted all my money, and hadn't found a real job yet, Mr. Meng will help you, and help you..."
"It's easy to say! Easy to say!" Meng Fuyao accepted each one with a smile, stuffed his sleeves full of gold, silver, pearls and jade, and walked away with the expectant eyes of all the officials.
The next day, come back at a different time, still do the same, and go back with a gift.
Another day, continue to receive gifts, this time carrying a basket.
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After several days of receiving gifts in front of Prince Heng's mansion, when he went again, the gatekeeper who was beaten up to play a double act with her saw her and hurriedly greeted her: "General Meng, the prince is waiting for you in the flower hall."
Meng Fuyao laughed, turned around and ordered: "Bring up my gift!"
The guards carried a huge basket, full of presents she had received in the past few days, Zhan Beiheng was waiting for her in the flower hall, and couldn't help laughing when he saw the basket, and said, "General Meng is so capable that he is in this palace Accept this king's gift in front of the door!"
Meng Fuyao drew his hand: "Return the original jade." He laughed again, "If that's not the case, how can the prince see me?"
The two looked at each other and laughed, and Zhan Beiheng ordered to watch tea: "The world only knows that General Meng is unparalleled in martial arts, but he is also so clever with his mind."
Meng Fuyao smiled and said: "It's just to make the lord laugh. There are so many capable people and strange people under the lord's tent, how can ordinary behavior catch your eyes? It's just a desperation to shock the world."
Zhan Beiheng squinted his eyes at her, his eyes contracted like needlepoints, and there was no smile at all, "The general is already a celebrity in front of His Majesty. It is said that the position of General Dragon and Tiger is vacant for the general. This king is just an idle prince. What? I can't give it to the general, why did the general put so much thought into insisting on joining the king's family?"
"For a general, he takes the world as his ambition. On the road to Qingyun, who can give and who can't, naturally he knows." Meng Fuyao gulped down his tea and laughed, "The lord said he couldn't give it, but the subordinates felt that the lord You can give more to your subordinates.”
"You are so arrogant!" Zhan Beiheng changed his eyes and stared at her coldly, "What else can I give you? What do you want?"
"There is no reason why I would ask others for something before I donate anything." Meng Fuyao ignored his snake-like gaze and smiled nonchalantly, "It's too early to say what this subordinate wants from the lord. , This subordinate wants to ask for something from the lord before he has accomplished an inch of merit, what a shame, how about this, this subordinate will give the lord a small favor first."
She got up, approached Zhan Beiheng, clung to his ear, and smiled.
"My lord's life is not long!"
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"You didn't see Zhan Beiheng's appearance at that time," Meng Fuyao gnawed on his bones and beamed with joy, "It was as if a thorn suddenly grew under his buttocks, and he almost jumped up and hit my chin."
Zong Yue drank tea leisurely. He always took the rice bowl to the side to eat when Meng Fuyao spoke. At this moment, he said without raising his head: "Meng Fuyao, please concentrate on gnawing on your bones. I will lose my teeth if you knock them out." There is no way to pretend a second time."
Meng Fuyao turned back to stare at him with a dark face: "Doctor Mongolia, please don't expose the scar, okay?"
"You have scars all over your body, it doesn't matter which one you expose." Zong Yue suddenly put the teacup aside and asked her, "Where did you get the half-moon soul treasure I soaked with snow lotus?"
Meng Fuyao was stunned, and then remembered that the thing seemed to be taken away by Changsun Wuji one day, as for where to take it - she never cared much about things outside of her body, let alone since Changsun Wuji took it, she could take as much as she liked, without even thinking about it. Thought about asking whereabouts.
Subconsciously, she wanted to look at her eldest grandson Wuji, she turned her eyes halfway, then retracted, and said carefully, "Ah, that, I'm afraid that the mice will steal it, so I put it in another place."
"There is only one mouse here." Zong Yue sneered.
Master Yuan Bao rolled his eyes, I am not a mouse, I am not a mouse, how many times do I need to say that
"I took it." The one who spoke was naturally Changsun Wuji, with a calm expression, "I took it to observe the properties of the medicine."
"Observe the properties of medicine?" Zong Yue immediately turned his head and sneered at him, "Prince Wuji is extremely talented, but I have never heard that even medicine is the best in the world."
"The number one medical skill in the world is naturally you." Changsun Wuji was still not angry, "But the best medical skill in the world does not mean the best medicine in the world."
"What do you mean?" Zong Yue straightened up on the chair, his face was as white as frost and snow, his usual gentle and clean temperament suddenly changed, and his eyes were as thick as the dark night gathering dark haze, "You are saying, I took the wrong medicine, Hurt Fuyao?"
The eldest grandson Wuji stopped talking and drank tea.
Meng Fuyao was also dumbfounded when he heard this, what does Changsun Wuji mean? It's wrong to say that Zong Yue took medicine? How is it possible, I have been injured countless times in the past two years, none of which were healed by Zong Yue, and some of the injuries were so serious that anyone would have to damage her true essence. In Zong Yue's hands, she has never really shaken her fundamentals, even Consolidating the foundation and cultivating the Yuan, "Broken Nine Heavens" is advancing step by step at the fastest speed, and even the true power of Dafengyuepo has been successfully integrated. If there is anything wrong, wouldn't he have died thousands of times earlier
She looked at Zong Yue worriedly - he seems to be mild-tempered, but in fact he is arrogant. He has been unrivaled in medical skills for many years and has always been respected by the world. At this moment, Changsun Wuji's statement directly pointed at his medical skills, which can be said to be a great attack. Its severity is no less than the inhumanity of attacking a strong man with a height of eight feet.
"Hey, stop talking..." She stretched Sun Wuji's sleeves, "Well, let's go to sleep..."
As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she bit her tongue, covered her mouth with an "Ouch" and wanted to cry, shit, it's really unlucky, she won't be able to say anything in a hurry, it seems that the words are really not level...
But the guy who has always been able to take advantage of the opportunity and definitely will take advantage of it immediately looked back, smiled, and said: "Okay, when this is over, let's go to sleep..."
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Zong Yue still stood there, looked straight at Changsun Wuji, and said in a deep voice, "His Royal Highness hasn't answered my question yet."
Changsun Wuji lowered his eyes, frowned for a long while, and said: "Mr. Zong, since you and I are both harmless, let's finish some things. I'm tired, so I won't accompany you." He stood up, turned and wanted to leave.
"Keng"
A white light was pulled out, and the scimitar with a smooth arc was coldly placed in front of Changsun Wuji.
Slowly looking down at the knife facing his heart, and then at Zong Yue standing indifferently holding the knife, Changsun Wuji waved his hand to stop Meng Fuyao and others who were about to run out, and also stopped Yin Yin who had been sneaking outside the house to protect him. Wei smiled lightly and said, "Mr. Zong, knives are not meant to be aimed at friends."
"I am not worthy of being the friend of His Highness the Crown Prince." Zong Yue said indifferently: "And I have always hated certain habits of His Highness the Crown Prince—always say a word, always condescend, and always perform the virtue of compassion and charity—the person who is compassionate and alms even I don’t even understand why I am being pitied.”
Meng Fuyao was silent, thinking that Changsun Wuji alluded to Zong Yue's medication mistakes and then walked away without explaining anything, keeping Zong Yue's breath in place, not giving him a chance to defend himself, no wonder Zong Yue was angry.
As she thought about it, she probably had a look of disapproval on her face. Ya Lanzhu and Yun Hen had similar expressions to hers. Only Master Yuan Bao rushed out and began to gesticulate again. Meng Fuyao looked at Master Yuan Bao and grabbed him. It's tucked into the sleeve, "Don't add to the mess!"
Changsun Wuji suddenly turned his eyes and looked at her. At this moment, his eyes were a little strange, as if helpless, as if sighing.
He was silent for a while, then suddenly stretched out his fingers, gently pushed the knife away, sat down slowly, and said, "Mr. Zong, do you want me to tell you?"
"Why not?" Zong Yue replied calmly.
"I just want to ask Mr. Zong a few questions." Changsun Wuji stopped hesitating once he made up his mind, and said calmly, "After Fuyao was injured in Luofeng Mountain, his body was washed away by Yunhun's true energy. Has there been any instability of true energy? ?”
"Yes." Zong Yue answered straightforwardly, "But I naturally healed her wounds, and even used Thousand Buddha Spirit Grass to remove the congestion. Does His Royal Highness think there is anything wrong with this?"
He spoke provocatively, but Changsun Wuji ignored him at all, and said: "Okay, then when Fuyao participated in the third round of the Zhenwu Conference, he suddenly appeared to forcibly leapfrog to improve his strength, and almost burst into blood on the stage. Mr. Zong should know that the internal strength of cold yin is strong and suppressed."
Zong Yue's eyes flickered, and he nodded: "Yes, I have not forgotten to remove the cold yin internal force that does not belong to Fuyao's true energy while calming the blood and dredging the veins for Fuyao. What exactly are you trying to say?"
"I just want to ask a question." Changsun Wuji smiled, "How did Fuyao successfully integrate the great wind and moon soul with her own real power?"
Zong Yue opened his mouth, wanting to answer, when he suddenly thought of something, his expression changed.
"During that period of time, Fuyao was seriously injured and couldn't recuperate properly, but her true strength was still increasing at a rapid rate, and she even went against the rules and merged the three top-level true strengths long in advance." Changsun Wuji said quickly , "People's energy is limited, it is impossible to take care of everything. If it is good at one place, it will be weaker at other places. Her real power is increasing rapidly, so what about the meridians? When will those damaged meridians be repaired? Those meridians are not iron trees, knives. It can continue to grow after being cut with a sword, even if it is an iron tree, after experiencing such continuous harm, it will definitely hurt the root."
He said: "So I want to ask Mr. Zong, how did Fuyao achieve such a miracle, such an entry that violates the law of growth and circulation of true power?"
He said: "I would like to ask Mr. Zong, have you heard the story of the pruning of seedlings to encourage them to grow, and too much to go too far?"
Zong Yue became quiet.
His complexion changed several times, the original whiteness like frost and snow turned whiter, and became more transparent. The light shone lightly, and his eyes were clear and misty, like a clear and rippling lamp in front of the lamp. liquor.
Meng Fuyao was dumbfounded again.
No wonder she has been surprised by her speed of entry. The dead old Taoist priest is known as a peerless genius, and he entered the sixth floor of "Broken Nine Heavens" six years later than her. It takes more time than practicing to stabilize the true qi. No wonder she often wonders. She is constantly injured, and all of them are seriously injured. Ordinary people need days to recover from injuries. During the recovery period, the true qi will stagnate and enter the country, and automatically choose to protect the meridians in the body , but she seems to be entering the country even to recuperate her wounds, so that's how it is!
Zong Yue used medicine to suppress the injury of her meridians, so that her body functions naturally chose to cultivate instead of protecting her internal organs, but it was wrong. If her meridians had really not been able to rest properly, something should have gone wrong by now, why? She is basically as usual
Also, no matter what, she firmly doesn't believe that Zong Yue will harm herself. Why isn't he doing this to protect himself? If she hadn't successfully advanced and merged during the Zhenwu Conference, she would have lost it long ago, right
At this moment, the room was silent, and everyone was breathing heavily. Looking at Zong Yue, Zong Yue himself gradually calmed down. After a while, he smiled and said, "Yes, Changsun Wuji, I admit that you are right, but how do you know? There must be no solution?"
"I know that Mr. Zong is confident, and he should have a solution in his heart. I know that Mr. Zong's heart has never been harmless, so I have doubts for a long time but never mentioned it." Changsun Wuji looked up at the swaying flowers on the slanting branches outside the window, and there was something in his eyes. With a gentle expression, he said softly for a long while: "It's just Mr. Zong, no matter what, this method is risky after all. What if something goes wrong with Fuyao and you are not around, what should we do then? Put Fuyao in danger, I'm uneasy."
"Fuyao doesn't have strong enough martial arts, which makes people uneasy!" Zong Yue immediately retorted, "With her temperament, she spends her whole life taking risks and getting injured. When she keeps stopping to recuperate and practice step by step, how can she have enough time? What's more, she has controlled well so far without any problems, and I haven't even needed to use the method I prepared—" He stopped suddenly, slowly opened his eyes wide, this For the first time, the man with a gentle and venomous tongue showed a look of surprise and realization on his face, "It's you—it's you—"
Changsun Wuji immediately interrupted him, straightened up and walked out, when he passed by him, he suddenly turned his head and said: "I just don't understand, Mr. has always been calm, why are you so anxious about this matter?"
A clear and light sentence seemed to strike Zong Yue's head like a giant thunder, and he froze like that, under the lights in the room, his complexion changed again and again, and finally turned pale blue, that blue Whiteness came out again, and a thin layer of frost hung on his face, so that when viewed under the lamp, he looked like a paper man suddenly frozen by the wind.
The room was full of silence, few people knew that Changsun Wuji's indifferent words had hit Zong Yue's sore spot and made this gentle man suddenly change color like this. Meng Fuyao stood there in a daze until Ya Lanzhu pulled his sleeves Only then did she come to her senses—in any case, this quarrel was caused by her, and she was responsible for trying to persuade it.
Meng Fuyao walked over gently, and La Zongyue said in a low voice: "I know you have good intentions..."
Zong Yue suddenly flicked his sleeves, and slammed Meng Fuyao away, he exerted so much force that Meng Fuyao was caught off guard and retreated three steps, Yun Hen and Ya Lanzhu came up to help, Yun Hen said angrily: "Mr. Zong, why are you angry at Fuyao!"
And Tie Cheng, who was guarding outside the window, jumped in without saying a word, and Meng Fuyao yelled: "Stop, stop—" Zong Yue had already swished out with one sleeve, staggered Tie Cheng, and the knife flew out and stuck in his hand. On the stool, Ya Lanzhu was almost poked, and there was a burst of jumping.
However, Zong Yue had already flown out of the window, his snow-white figure was like a frosted willow leaf, crossing the sky lightly and swiftly, and instantly submerged in the melting moonlight.
Meng Fuyao chased after him, but he was nowhere to be seen. She stamped her feet, not knowing how such a good meal turned out to be like this. When she turned around, she saw that Mr. Yuan Bao hadn't left, squatting on the ground and staring at her.
Meng Fuyao looked at it, it looked at Meng Fuyao, Meng Fuyao took a few steps to the left, trying to avoid it, Master Yuan Bao immediately moved to the left, Meng Fuyao circled to the right, Master Yuan Bao also moved to the right immediately .
In short, it is determined to block the path that Meng Fuyao must pass through, and it is determined to let Meng Fuyao see it