Luolongtai finally sucked up the dragon's blood and regained its composure in the autumn rain. The supervisors reported to Zhan Nancheng. Of course, Zhan Nancheng had already heard that Meng Fuyao sent Zhan Beiheng on the road without avoiding suspicion, and not only was he not unhappy , but showed a little reassured look—this kid is really not a cool person.
Meng Fuyao stared at him coldly, showing a slight sneer, it was just the emperor's tricks, we spend all day by the side of a certain future emperor who is the deepest in the whole world, have we never eaten pork or seen pigs running? Not enough to deal with that guy, not enough to deal with you.
She rode home on horseback. From the palace to her residence, she had to pass through a purple bamboo forest, which was the only secluded place in the center of the city. Thousands of purple bamboos swayed in the wind and rain. Riding a horse on the small road, listening leisurely, he said: "This is probably the only place where the wind and rain are as peaceful as ever."
But there was no reply from behind, Meng Fuyao frowned, Tie Cheng didn't like to talk, so Yao Xun should open up to make fun of him, right? This guy is the most shameless and flattering.
She raised her eyes, there was a little bamboo leaf in front of her, and the thin dew rolled over it, and the light of the water disappeared in a flash, and she saw a pink shadow.
Meng Fuyao suddenly rushed out.
She clapped her hands and flew out of the horse without looking back. She rushed forward, and the bamboo leaves around her suddenly shot backwards with a "swish" sound!
Halfway through the shot, the bamboo leaves folded together, and shot back with a "shua", half of the thousands of knifes and needles were shot into Meng Fuyao's back heart.
Meng Fuyao slid like a swimming fish, turned her body past the cluster of bamboo leaf knives, stretched out her hand, enveloping the cluster of bamboo leaves in the air, letting the light blue and slightly yellow float under the palm of her hand, smiling and looking at the small pink ball , said: "Taeyeon, has no one taught you whether men and women can kiss each other?"
Taeyeon poked her head out from behind the stiff Yao Xun, with a rosy white face and an old-fashioned ponytail, no matter how you look at it, she looked at Meng Fuyao with a frown, and said: "Men and women in the world, in my opinion, It's all the same, just ants."
"Really?" Meng Fuyao exclaimed, "Then Taeyeon, don't tell me you are hugging the ant's waist now, and you can't lean on the ant's shoulder? You are really petite."
Taeyeon Baoguang glanced at her with bright eyes, and said: "Are you scolding me? Didn't anyone tell you what the price will be for those who scold me? Also, say that I am not as tall as him? If I kill him, he will be taller than him." I'm short?"
Meng Fuyao drew his sword immediately!
When Taeyeon just said the words "I killed him", Meng Fuyao had already pulled out his "Slaying Heaven", and the black saber flashed and pointed straight at Taiyan.
Taeyeon just snorted coldly, Da Lala raised her hand to catch it, but unexpectedly the knife folded in mid-air, turned around, and slashed at the horse's leg, the handle of the knife knocked on the horse's leg, and the horse was horrified with the sound of bone cracking. Kneeling down, Taeyeon couldn't guard against a false move, and suddenly tilted her body.
She responds naturally and superbly, and has already soared into the air with a twist, but still does not let go of Yao Xun. Meng Fuyao raised her hand, and quickly stuck something on the top of a purple bamboo. Taeyeon subconsciously wanted to see it, but because of He was too short to see, so he stepped on Yao Xun and flew up again. The moment he was in the air, he felt the sound of wind passing by under his feet. Meng Fuyao had lowered his head and rushed over, grabbing Yao Xun.
Taeyeon looked up at the stuck Zizhu, only to find that it was actually a toothpick. Her face turned purple, she turned over and stood on a thin bamboo leaf, stared at Meng Fuyao with an expression that didn't match her appearance, and said: "You are very cunning, but a master's trick doesn't depend on cunning to be effective."
Meng Fuyao looked at her with a smile. Although this dwarf has high martial arts skills, he obviously lacks experience in fighting the enemy. With her gradually recovering injuries and her existing "Broken Nine Heavens" skill, it is not difficult to fight to a tie.
Besides, why do you have to fight her? Why can't her temperament of "I will destroy whatever my eldest grandson Wuji wants to do" be used in reverse
"I said what are you trying to do here?" Meng Fuyao laughed, "Kill me? Slap me again? Then why are you talking so much nonsense?"
"Why should I kill you?" Taeyeon said with a blank expression, "I am an authentic sect master, different from Changsun Wuji who became a monk halfway through, and I won't kill anyone who is not an enemy of my sect."
Meng Fuyao was overjoyed immediately, and heard Taiyan say again: "I just asked you to bring a letter to Changsun Wuji, Master has something to ask him, tell him to listen carefully."
Hearing this, Meng Fuyao was surprised, and said in astonishment: "His master is here?"
"No."
"Then how did he hear it?"
"You just need to bring it with you." Taeyeon said impatiently.
"Why don't you go yourself?" Meng Fuyao ignored her impatience.
Taeyeon was silent, her eyes were gloomy, and she said after a while: "If you ask one more question, I will really kill you."
"If you don't ask, don't ask," Meng Fuyao shrugged, "Miss Taiyan, please concentrate on practicing and waiting to kill Changsun Wuji, don't spoil our affairs, and if you kill me, don't kill me If you break into the palace and disturb His Majesty when you are in the palace, that is the person I want to protect."
Taeyeon said calmly: "When will it be your turn to order me?" She turned her head and left, walked a few steps and suddenly turned around, saying: "You probably think you will be the queen of the eldest grandson Wuji?" She looked at him with strange eyes. Meng Fuyao glanced at it, his eyes were dark green and cold, like a piece of broken jade sunk in an abyss, it was deeply embedded in Meng Fuyao's eyes.
She said: "You are so pitiful."
Meng Fuyao was thrown into confusion by that gaze, pointed to his nose, and said, "Me? Poor?"
Taiyan glanced at her indifferently, and disappeared in a flash, leaving Meng Fuyao staring at the sky in astonishment, but suddenly there was the sound of bamboo leaves rustling behind her, and a faint strange fragrance, Meng Fuyao didn't turn her head, and said, "Are you here again?" Come pick me up, I'm not a child, and besides, Taeyeon didn't please you."
The eldest grandson Wuji smiled and said, "Children are less worried than you."
Meng Fuyao rolled his eyes and asked: "You heard that sentence just now, what do you mean?"
The eldest grandson Wuji behind him didn't answer, his aura sank in the purple bamboo forest in the rain, and it became more and more cool. Today he seemed to be a little preoccupied and a little distracted. After a while, he took Meng Fuyao into his arms and said in a low voice: "Fuyao, when will Can the direction of our efforts be the same?"
Meng Fuyao looked up at him, the dim light in his eyes faded, the light purple brocade robe reflected the deep purple bamboo leaves, the whole person looked vaguely mottled, Meng Fuyao pressed against his chest, feeling that his breath was a little unstable, Suddenly, she also felt depressed, and there was a bit of fishy and sweet smell gushing out from somewhere, which was stuck in her heart, she sighed quietly, and said: "Changsun Wuji, give up."
The eldest grandson Wuji froze and didn't answer in silence. Meng Fuyao thought for a while, then said in a low voice: "Actually, Taeyeon doesn't have a vicious temper, and her martial arts are also high, but her height... well, she really needs a match." I am also relieved to have your good girl."
Changsun Wuji was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed.
He smiled, completely different from his usual gentleness and grace, cold and sharp, with a flick of his sleeves, he suddenly pushed Meng Fuyao away.
This is the first time since he met Meng Fuyao, he pushed her away on his own initiative.
Meng Fuyao backed away silently, without saying anything, leaning against a purple bamboo plant with her head down, speechless.
"Meng Fuyao..." Changsun Wuji looked at her, "Are you going to mess with the mandarin ducks again? Didn't you wash up enough last time? Don't you understand that your 'considerate' at this moment is the greatest irony to me? ?”
Meng Fuyao smiled wryly, and said for a while: "If I really want to mess with you, I won't be so vicious against Folian."
Changsun Wuji looked at her, smiled lightly, and said, "Fuyao, even if I don't want to, I never stop you from chasing you, so please treat me with your heart and don't worry about my chasing."
Meng Fuyao stared at the sky silently, wanting me to ignore your pursuit... The question is that the object of your pursuit is me, okay? You think I'm a piece of wood when you cuddle and hug each other so affectionately all day long? When the wood is still falling into the quicksand, I am a living person, so I won't fall into the trap of your warmth? You put it simply, don't you know how hard it is for me to persevere? I persisted until my teeth became sore, my bones ached, my menstrual period became disordered, and even my hormones became less secreted... Am I easy
The man in front of him sank in the secluded shadow of the bamboo forest, dignified and quiet, like an unshakable god... This is a god-like man, perfect and impeccable, even the warmth he gives is as solid as jade, no one can find fault with him Wrong, yes, he was right, he would never be wrong, so she became the wrong one, she was ruthless, she was cold, she was heartless, she was shameless and indifferent... Meng Fuyao closed her eyes, suddenly feeling extremely irritable, Why are you here? Why did you meet him? Why be stuck in the mud of love and not love, guilty all day for having to reject him - what is she guilty of? Wasn't she the one who was hurt too? She has more dilemmas than him, and he just needs to chase after women regardless of anything, so unfair, so unfair... How can you compare your heart with your heart
She began to grind her teeth, and the unexplainable evil grew from the bottom of her heart to the gallbladder—rather than being tormented by each other's warmth every day, it's better to clean up once and for all, get rid of him completely, and then let time slowly heal the relationship between each other Wounds, that is the most humane way to deal with it, isn't it a rupture? My aunt has never been in a relationship soap opera, but she has watched a lot of soap operas, so she knows what words can knock you down.
"Changsun Wuji, I hate your pursuit, can you please disappear in front of me in the future? I don't want to continue to owe you any more, and I will never pay it back. I will live with such a lifelong debt in pain, so please let me go. Just let yourself go, this is my sincere words, I will say goodbye this time in my life, thank you, I hope I will never see you again.”
Practicing "Breaking the Nine Heavens" is good. Seeing this lung capacity really makes people's eyes filled with excitement... Meng Fuyao wiped away the hot tears from "excitement", waved his hands resentfully, turned around and walked away, without looking at his eldest grandson Wuji behind him complexion.
She walked forward with her head held high, her eyes were bright, and her head was raised too high, making one suspect that the purpose of that height was just to prevent some liquids from flowing out smoothly. During the gap between the steps, he pricked up his ears to look for the sound behind him, but behind him was as quiet as ever, as quiet as a pool of stagnant water, not even the sound of the purple bamboo swaying, Meng Fuyao wanted to turn around very much, wanted to look back to see what kind of expression he was in the end What was she doing, but she stretched out her hand and stuck her neck firmly, holding her head all the way to Tiecheng and the others who were hiding in the bamboo forest, and said viciously: "Go!"
There was a sudden wind behind him.
An extremely thin stream swirls from the bottom of the feet, causing a thin fallen leaf to swirl and float leisurely onto Meng Fuyao's feet.
Where is the wind coming from
On the other side of the bamboo forest...
Meng Fuyao suddenly looked back, and saw the other end of the bamboo grove, a small pink figure appeared on the top of the deep purple bamboo leaves, with a sneering flash of light in his hand, he stabbed the back of the eldest grandson Wuji who had been standing silently there for a long time!
Meng Fuyao rushed over immediately.
She pounced so ferociously, like an angry leopard, a wild lion, and a tigress descending the mountain. Wherever she passed, the sky was filled with purple bamboo leaves, and it became a mess of deep purple brocade, which was instantly caught by the wind she passed through. It was kneaded into a ball and discarded behind her back. Before she arrived, the tip of the black knife was desperately trying to meet the light blue odd-shaped weapon. She tried so hard to reach it that her arms stretched so hard that there was a slight creaking sound of joints rubbing against each other. , sounded like a small explosion in the silent space.
Damn Taeyeon! At this moment, Changsun Wuji must be the slowest to react!
From the other direction, the hidden guards rushed up desperately, but the moment Taiyan's sword came out with a wave of her sleeve, within three feet, no one except Meng Fuyao could pierce her aura and rush close.
The blue light is cold, straight to the back of the heart, Changsun Wuji turned his head, raised his finger and handed the saber light to where it came from, but both Taiyan and Meng Fuyao could see that he was indeed a step behind.
Meng Fuyao was also a step slower - after all, she was too far away.
"Chi-"
The very slight sound of a weapon piercing flesh made Meng Fuyao's heart go cold.
Taeyeon's shrill laughter sounded at the same time, a little mad, a little relieved, a little proud, a little sad, she laughed: "I finally beat you once!" The point of the sword that went straight into the palm stopped halfway, but it slammed upwards!
That sword didn't hit the back of his mind, but it wanted to slice open the back of Changsun Wuji!
The sharp edge of the raised sword was as bright as electricity, slashing the blood beads without hesitation and splitting the skin. Seeing that it was about to draw down without suffocation, the blade suddenly stopped.
Meng Fuyao's palm firmly blocked the blade of the sword.
Blood dripped out from the palm, flowed down the groove of the sword body, and flowed into the wound on Changsun Wuji's back. The blood of the two mixed together, and then slowly fell into the ground covered with deep purple leaves.
Meng Fuyao's expression remained unchanged, he stretched out his fingers to pinch the tip of Taiyan's sword, wanting to break the sword, but the sword was made of unknown material, it was slippery, Meng Fuyao's hand slipped, and another wound was bruised and bruised .
She was so angry that she didn't hold the sword at all, she rushed forward and slammed her shoulders straight into the sword, trying to use her shoulder to knock out the sword edge that was still behind Changsun Wuji.
Changsun Wuji suddenly stretched out his hand, took her away, and twisted her fingers to spin her behind him. This action made the long sword on his back that had not been withdrawn go deeper, and blood gushed out wildly. The purple brocade robe immediately turned deep purple, Taeyeon's hands trembled, and her eyes were a little dazed for a moment, the eldest grandson Wuji had already brushed her sleeves.
He flicked his sleeves, and the silk robe instantly stiffened like a board, and he flung it out thickly and hard, and threw it on the sword body, strange vibrations came wave after wave, Taeyeon's hand softened, and involuntarily let go of the sword, Changsun Wuji drew back his hand He drew out the long sword, raised his hand, the sword light was like lightning, it didn't shoot at her vitals, but shot towards a pond not far away.
Taeyeon turned over in mid-air, and hurried to catch the sword given by the master. The sword hit the stone by the pond, and suddenly shot back faster. In the middle of the vertical, it suddenly stopped.
Changsun Wuji's fingers were already pressed between her eyebrows.
His hands were covered with blood, and there was a crimson fingerprint on the center of his brow, which made the pink-faced Taeyeon look like a boy with good fortune, but her eyes were definitely not good at money, even terrified. Holding that finger, hissed: "You dare to use the forbidden method on me—"
"You forgot again, Fan Tianzhi can leave you with a lifelong imprint besides confined memories." Changsun Wuji looked at her indifferently, calm and unwavering, seeing Taeyeon's instantly ashen face, he pushed her out with a flick of his finger, "I think this is the most suitable punishment for you!"
Taeyeon turned over and fell off the purple bamboo leaves, and quickly reached out to wipe the forehead, which wiped the blood, but the fingerprints on the forehead were not wiped off, and the bright crimson was inlaid there, which looked very funny.
Tayan's face turned pale, tears almost rushed out of her eyes, she stomped her feet, turned and left angrily without saying a word, Meng Fuyao also ignored her, rushed up like the wind, hugged Changsun Wuji, and fumbled on him anxiously : "What's the matter with you, what's the matter with you..."
She touched the back of her eldest grandson Wuji, stained with blood dripping from her hand, it was so bright and shocking, her voice changed in shock, her lips trembled and she tore her clothes in a panic to wrap him up, but her hands were shaking violently, unexpectedly No matter how she tore it, she couldn't tear the fabric, and felt Changsun Wuji's body was a little soft, so she quickly hugged him and sat down, and then went to tear the clothes, but Changsun Wuji suddenly stretched out his hand to hold her hand.
His palms were slightly cold, with some profuse blood on them, his gestures were still gentle, he gently moved Meng Fuyao's torn hands away, and wiped her face with his backhand, and with this wipe, a finger of crystal clear liquid flowed down her face. The finger dripped down, turning the blood on his hand into a faint pink. Meng Fuyao stared at his finger obsessively, and touched the corner of his eye with the back of his hand, only to realize that tears were streaming down his face at some point.
This realization made her feel sour—it turns out that human feelings will betray her will, no matter how hard she persists, she will still cry when she should be in pain. She stared at her tears in a daze, and more tears burst out immediately. Amid the splashing tears, she threw herself into the arms of her eldest grandson Wuji, crying loudly:
"It's me, it's me... I don't know what's wrong with me... Suddenly I lost my mind and said those stupid things... It's me... Hit me, hit me, hit me..."
While crying, she used her hands to plug the wound, desperately looking for golden sore medicine in her bosom and Changsun Wuji's bosom, and randomly stuffed those precious pills into Changsun Wuji's mouth, the wound touched by her palm seemed to be cut in her heart at the same time, The cuts made her heart full of scars vertically and horizontally, and those scars were bleeding profusely, covering her heart with bloody flesh, causing her heart to beat so fast and so slowly, she could hardly find where her heart was .
Changsun Wuji smiled softly in her arms, and put the fingers that were stained with her tears to his lips, as if savoring the saltiness of those tears, then raised his hand to stroke her hair, and closed his eyes a little tiredly, Said: "Let me sleep for a while..."
He really closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully. Meng Fuyao stared at his pale face with closed long eyelashes, his heart suddenly felt like being run over by a chariot and struck by a thunderbolt—he, he, he, he would not be dead
She tremblingly touched the Changsun Wuji Vein Gate with trembling hands, but she failed to touch it a few times, and finally passed it, then let out a long breath and fell limp on the ground, silently slumped on the wet purple bamboo leaves all over the ground , Suddenly the soul flew away, not knowing what to do.
A hidden guard came over and tried to hug the eldest grandson Wuji, but she had recovered her composure, pushed him away and said, "I'll do it."
My fault, here I come.
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Changsun Wuji and Meng Fuyao fell into a cold war.
In fact, it is not quite accurate to say this, it should be said that Meng Fuyao himself was ashamed to meet his eldest grandson Wuji, so the two stopped seeing each other.
Every day she lies on the eaves and drinks sadly, sings songs with messy lyrics to the moon, sleeps on the roof tiles when she is drunk, turns over and kicks the quilt in the middle of the night and kicks off a few roof tiles—the eldest grandson Wuji is recuperating, he was so injured Not only does she need to rest, Zong Yue Yunhen can't control her, even Changsun Wuji's favorite pet has eyes on her forehead when she comes out and goes in recently, so she turns a blind eye to Meng Fuyao.
Meng Fuyao was drinking and thinking about it every day, and felt more and more that something was wrong with what happened that day, and that his sudden evil came from his guts was also something wrong. The outburst is really not like something she would do if she is still calm, unless there is an introduction, what introduction? It can't be the words of Changsun Wuji, the problem should be on Taeyeon.
She thought back carefully, and all her doubts were fixed on Taeyeon's eyes when she said the last sentence to her. At the time, those eyes were only strange, but after thinking about it afterwards, she felt that it was wrong. Changsun Wuji's martial arts are not focused on the spirit What kind of control? Did Taeyeon touch her at that time
So she somehow blocked her halfway but didn't do anything, just to control part of her spirit, relax her vigilance, and then use her to attack Changsun Wuji, and then take the opportunity to sneak attack - she should have thought a long time ago that she could cultivate such a person as Changsun Wuji How could Taeyeon have no scheming? It's because I'm too stupid, thinking that lack of combat experience means lack of IQ, what a hopeless pig!
Meng Xiaozhu figured out all the joints, but felt that it was useless. How could she forget the hole in Changsun Wuji's vest? She hurt him... She hurt him... Thinking about it, she wished she could cut herself off from the people. Was the only and most important meaning of her existence in this life to hurt him both physically and mentally
Meng Fuyao looked at the moon sadly, toasted him lazily again, and murmured: "Chang'e, what the hell, did you tell you to run? Tell you to fly to the moon? Tell you to travel through time and space? I can't go back this time." Isn’t it? If you can’t go back, you will harm Zhu Bajie, and you will change from a marshal to a monk, are you conscious or not?”
"What are you talking about?" Someone sat down beside her, snatched her jug, took a sip from her mouth, and said with a smile: "I've finished all the wine at home, so I have no wine to drink."
"Home?" Meng Fuyao murmured with blank eyes, "I don't have a home."
"Meng Fuyao, where is your heart is home." Ya Lanzhu turned her head, her eyes were as bright as two black pearls, "Your home is here."
"Hey—" Meng Fuyao returned her a tough smile.
"I know you don't admit it," Ya Lanzhu shook her head helplessly, "I don't know who a few days ago, carrying his eldest grandson Wuji on his back like a ghost, ran into the house a few days ago, and shouted Zong Yue Zong Yue at the top of his voice. I was so frightened that I thought you two had died for love, Meng Fuyao, I should have found an artist to draw you like that, and see how stubborn you are."
Meng Fuyao fell silent, put his head in his trousers for a while, and plucked his hair like leeks.
"Grandma, I'm so tangled—"
"I'm struggling with your size." Ya Lanzhu knocked on her with the jug, "You told me last time, live in the present, remember? Live in the present!"
"If I live in the present, people will only be able to live in the past from now on—" Meng Fuyao continued howling.
Ya Lanzhu couldn't bear it anymore, kicked the roof tiles into a hole, and then kicked Meng Fuyao down.
There was a rumbling sound, mixed with cursing and cursing, and then suddenly fell silent, as if the cursed mouth was suddenly blocked.
Ya Lanzhu pawed at the hole that was kicked open, and shouted to the people below without guilt: "Changsun Wuji, you didn't get smashed, did you? I gave you the kick, take it well..."