Legend of Fu Yao

Chapter 170: Memories of grief

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The Xuanji Imperial Palace under the mid-spring night is exquisite, beautiful and unique, like a graceful and quiet woman lying in the center of the imperial city. The entire imperial palace is full of ingenuity, every flower, every leaf, every beam and every pillar, and it is not as solemn as Xuanyuan Dahan Walking in the direction, I intend to show the majesty of the royal family. There are not many high-rise buildings, but there are continuous turns and twists and turns. There are pavilions in the palace and pavilions in the pavilion, which is very special.

A very special consequence is... Meng Fuyao almost lost his way.

Although she lived in the palace with her eldest grandson Wuji that night, they lived separately. She lived in Qixiuxuan, and her eldest grandson Wuji lived in the nearby Duanchang Pavilion. Xuanji, the head of the palace supervisor in charge of palace affairs, said that she and her eldest grandson Wuji are used to living in the same room

It is estimated that if the word is spread, and if someone with a heart adds fuel to it, it will be the biggest scandal of the Wuzhou Continent's royal family, the "co-living door" of the Wuzhou Continent.

So Meng Fuyao had no choice but to live in Qixiu Xuan alone. That damn Xuan, the layout is elegant, but the design techniques are dazzling, like a maze. When you push away the mirror, it is a house, and there is a house behind the house. It is not a house, it is The flower garden, the flower garden actually has a second floor, and I walked through the flower garden out of curiosity, but I couldn't find the way back to the bedroom.

Meng Fuyao turned around three times but couldn't find the door. She was quite proficient in the formation, but she couldn't grasp the messy abstract design of Xuanji Palace designer's style at all, so she squatted under the flower stand in grief and indignation, and sighed with Master Yuanbao in her sleeve, Said: "Don't let me lose myself if I don't find it."

Master Yuan Bao showed a speechless expression to her, but suddenly someone said: "I knew you would lose it, your brain always knots when it shouldn't."

Meng Fuyao raised her head in surprise, looked at the corner of a lavender dress hanging down from the high flower shelf, and said with a smile: "Why did you come here? This night when everyone is quiet and trespassing on women... eh boudoir, aren't you afraid of being discovered and become the laughing stock of Wuzhou? "

"Don't break into the women's boudoir in the middle of the night, why don't you come in in broad daylight?" Changsun Wuji asked calmly, and then smiled, "Don't you expect my appearance? Don't you?"

Meng Fuyao laughed, raised her legs and stepped onto the flower stand, sat gently beside him, and said more calmly: "Yes, I hope, I don't want to stay under this flower stand all night."

The eldest grandson Wuji turned his head sideways and looked at the woman beside him with a smile - she has many advantages, the biggest advantage is that she is not pretentious, she is as bright as the most transparent jade.

Meng Fuyao looked up at the sky, he understood the reason for Changsun Wuji's visit, Yu Heng is likely to be in this palace, the two can no longer be separated to be taken advantage of by others.

"Wait a little longer, turn off the lights in the palace, let's go to the Yongchang Palace to play around." Meng Fuyao said, "If you want to find the answer to some things, you can only go there."

"En." Changsun Wuji responded, and smelled the faint body fragrance of the woman beside him, which belonged to the fresh and rich fragrance of a virgin, mixed in the scents of Ditang Brocade, Dendrobium Fengxin, and Iris Bauhinia in this flower stand, and was never overwhelmed. On the contrary, there is a kind of unique and refreshing, and she, who only wears light soft plain clothes, floats like a cloud among the satin-like luster of purple, yellow and blue flowers, fragrant and dense in the blurred night of stars.

Just looking at her like this, I suddenly feel like missing her, looking at her, thinking of her, thinking of her smooth forehead and bright eyes, thinking of the slightly upturned corners of her eyes when she smiles, wanting to be with her in the shadow of apricot blossom, See dawn.

Suddenly remembered, it seemed that it had been a long, long time since I had tasted her so closely.

So he was very active immediately, he stretched out his arms to wrap around Meng Fuyao's waist who was thinking about the night travel plan, and quickly stole a kiss on the corner of her lips with his head turned.

Meng Fuyao was taken aback, before he had time to react that the person's strange fragrance became thicker and then scattered, leaning on the flower stand and looking at her with rippling eyes and a smile, Meng Fuyao couldn't help but feel soft when he saw that look in her eyes, and sighed: "His Royal Highness, the crown prince, is getting more and more stealthy, disrespectful, disrespectful."

Changsun Wuji smiled slightly, and said: "Those who steal incense are not stealing..." Halfway through the words, he suddenly turned his head, and said in a low voice: "Who?"

In front of him, a black shadow flashed past that was as light as if it didn't exist at all.

Meng Fuyao bounced up with a swish, twisting her body and throwing herself forward, the black figure was extremely fast, and with the bounce of her body, she had already swept far away, and when she turned her head in mid-air, there was a vaguely vicious look in her eyes.

Even though the eyes are separated by the distance and the night, you can still feel the hatred and poison, like a snake swimming out of a dark corner, and the red eyes are staring strangely from a parallel angle, far away. You can smell the cool fishy smell, and when you touch it, you will feel that it is instantly chilled to the bone marrow.

Meng Fuyao sneered, resentment? Who in this world doesn't have poison in his heart? She, Meng Fuyao, laughed and cursed domineering and shameless rampage across the five continents, but her heart was also soaked in blood! Soaked in steel juice! Tried in the fire! The same goes through the hole, pours the wind, and becomes poisonous. I'm not afraid that you will be more poisonous!

Her figure is like a plain rainbow in the mid-air, she crosses in an instant and chases after her endlessly, she can hear the sound of the wind blowing through her clothes behind her, she is not in a hurry, but she is always following her, knowing that the eldest grandson Wuji is behind her , Somehow, I suddenly felt a sense of peace and stability in my heart, as if, if he was there, I would never be afraid that there would be no way out.

There is a kind of person who doesn't need to do anything, which is the broadest escape route in itself.

She chased with the sound of the wind, and the movement of the person in front was very strange, swaying left and right, a sway of blue smoke formed, instantly dissipated and then gathered, and suddenly disappeared again, passing a corner.

Meng Fuyao chased after him, a black figure jumped out from behind the corner, and went straight in another direction, it seemed to be the northwest corner of the palace, the more he ran, the more remote, the fewer houses he ran, the person's body style seemed to have changed, it seemed to be slower, no Feeling dissipated like blue smoke again, he ran for a while, then suddenly twisted his body and disappeared behind a clump of trees.

Meng Fuyao chased after her, but she couldn't see anyone behind the trees, she was stunned, stopped, looked around, the flowers and trees were silent all around, the palace was half covered, the moonlight splashed all over the ground like white water, but the people really disappeared.

Meng Fuyao really finds it hard to believe that there are still people in this world who will be chased and lost under his nose, of course, except for the top five of the top ten, but, is that really Yuheng

Judging from Tang Yizhong's tone that day, Yuheng has something to do with Xuanji's royal family. Who is this person helping

There was a slight sound of the wind behind him, Changsun Wuji approached, and when he approached, he made a slight snap of his fingers - this was the secret signal he had agreed with Meng Fuyao, so as to avoid being taken advantage of by that fake and shoddy again.

"Missing?"

"En." Meng Fuyao carefully searched all around, and felt that a person disappeared out of thin air, probably because of some kind of authenticity.

Changsun Wuji looked up and said: "The design of the Xuanji Imperial Palace is weird and complicated, maybe it is to cover up some hidden things, so you might as well look for it carefully." He suddenly pointed to a corner of the eaves exposed behind a bush in front of him and said: " Fuyao, look, that palace is a bit weird."

Meng Fuyao looked up, and saw a half-broken crimson cornice in the night, with a blackened copper bell hanging from the ages, the copper bell was rusted, and the wind passed silently, swaying in the wind so leisurely, looking like a bird from a distance. It is a suspended doll with stiff limbs.

With just one glance, Meng Fuyao's heart trembled.

At this moment, an indescribable strange feeling suddenly rose from the bottom of my heart, like walking in a primitive jungle and hearing the distant call of the ancient voice, which aroused the silent but surging resonance in the blood, and the turbulent waves hit the shore, but they were deep and subtle , such as a grand silent film staged in front of the eyes, thrilling, depressing and silent.

She swayed.

Changsun Wuji stretched out his hand to support her, and leaned over to look at her with concern: "Fuyao?"

Meng Fuyao blinked, wondering why he had such a big reaction when he saw a corner of the cornice. Was it so similar to a ghost movie scene that he remembered so deeply in his previous life that his heart shook

Changsun Wuji looked deeply into her eyes, and suddenly said: "Fuyao, let's go back, didn't we say we're going to visit Yongchang Palace tonight?"

"Yes..." Meng Fuyao looked at the sky, and if he didn't go, it would be too late. Besides, if Emperor Xuanji really lost his freedom of movement, there must be some people who don't want him to contact anyone. They want to visit the Yongchang Palace tonight. It will definitely take a lot of trouble, so we must go there as soon as possible.

She raised her head and looked at the corner of the cornice again. She had already adjusted her steps, but suddenly a gust of wind blew by, and the copper bell swayed.

Silently, like a puppet endowed with night life, he waved to her who wanted to choose to leave.

Meng Fuyao couldn't help but walked over.

She walked very slowly, as if every step was sloppy, without the usual briskness at all, but she herself didn't seem to notice this abnormal slowness, or in other words, at this moment, she suddenly couldn't notice herself.

Changsun Wuji looked at her slender back in the night, his eyes flickered, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end, just followed silently.

Meng Fuyao walked in that direction step by step, pushed aside the hidden layers of bushes, stepped over the closed half-remnant flower wall, and stopped in front of an abandoned palace.

She looked up and looked at the small palace with ordinary construction, deeply hidden behind the bushes, without the exquisite and complex features of the Xuanji Palace, and at the palace gate with rusty copper locks, mottled with dark green moss The scarred palace walls are covered with vines, luxuriantly under the cold white moonlight, like pairs of green ghost hands, swaying.

There also seemed to be a sudden flash of cold white moonlight in my mind, and similar but different pictures spread out in the white light—the open palace gate painted bright red, the neat and clean palace walls in light yellow, the busy green-clothed palace ladies and The eunuch in purple stood alone in front of the palace gate, bent down gently, and said a word in a low voice.

She seems to have changed the angle suddenly, and she needs to raise her head to see the golden copper bell on the eaves and a corner of the dark blue sky, as well as the delicate mandible above her head. Loud, but not as good as the man's voice.

The man is still talking, what are you talking about? say what

The voice ran in the distant memory, vague and long, like raindrops written line by line on the glass, drawing hazy watermarks on the originally bright and transparent glass, those words have a sense of nostalgia, so familiar So close, but so far away that it seems to be far away in the world.

Meng Fuyao tried hard to hear clearly, but in such efforts, he suddenly felt a shock in his head. An earth-shaking wave of pain rushed over, instantly shattering the glass in the rain, and the swaying perspective disappeared. The crimson palace gate The pale yellow palace walls disappeared, the eunuchs and maids who entered and exited disappeared, the cornices and copper bells disappeared, and what remained was the locked palace doors and mottled palace walls under the cold white moonlight.

She looked at the palace wall, walked forward slowly for a long time, touched it lightly, as if stroking the skin of a loved one, carefully touched from top to bottom, when she was almost at the bottom of the palace wall, suddenly her heart hit her body and her body became cold, as if Got struck by lightning.

That blow hit the whole body and also hit the top of the head, and the world was bright white, and he couldn't see all kinds of scenes clearly. In the extreme dizziness, Meng Fuyao let out a low "ah", and kicked back with his head in his arms. , with an unbearably painful gasp from his mouth.

A pair of warm hands suddenly pressed down on her shoulders, steady and calm, with faint heat, just such a light touch, a wave of heat poured in, calming her suddenly confused true energy, Changsun Wuji's slightly worried tone rang in her Above his head, he said in a low voice: "Fuyao, let's go back."

Meng Fuyao closed his eyes, opened them again, patted his hand wordlessly, then pursed his lips, and took a step forward.

This is her attitude towards the choice at this moment, and it is also her consistent attitude towards life—to escape when it can be avoided, and to face it when it should not be avoided.

It is painful to know, but it may cause even greater pain if you don't know, and it shouldn't be what she, Meng Fuyao, did if she hesitated because of fear and turned around to run away.

She took that step gently but firmly, and stepped up the dusty palace steps. With a tap of her fingers, the copper lock fell down.

The heavy and rusty blackened copper lock fell into the palm, cold and rough, as if the mood at this moment was rubbed with sand and was tempered silently and bloodily.

This door is right in front of you, and those stories that have approached you countless times but also bypassed them countless times, after opening this door, may no longer be able to escape.

Meng Fuyao stopped in mid-air.

But it only paused for a short moment, and then pushed the door open without hesitation.

"Squeak."

The door shaft that has not been oiled for a long time makes a heavy and long creaking sound, like a dying person moaning silently at midnight, the moonlight is infinitely elongated, pulling out the long corridor covered with dead leaves.

The corridor is not long and connects the three courtyards. The steps under the eaves are covered with cobwebs, trembling in the wind, reflecting the silver light of the moonlight.

Meng Fuyao silently looked at this ordinary palace room, he still had that feeling of familiarity and strangeness, he felt that he had seen it before, but he didn't seem to be familiar with it in his veins, but the details of some places were so intriguing that he was shocked at first sight. Heart.

She walked slowly along the corridor, and the brittle leaves made a crackling sound under her feet, "chachachacha", each sound seemed to be a long and incomprehensible raving.

Meng Fuyao floated up the corridor like a wandering soul, along the direction of the corridor, went straight to the third entrance of the palace, and finally stopped in front of a small locked side room in the third entrance.

Standing in front of the house, she tilted her head in confusion, and her mind was turbulent at the moment. Scenes were full of chaotic and broken scenes, and those scenes flashed in her mind like a slideshow... The small ear chamber... The green clothes The woman in the skirt... the sad mouth... the dark and small space... the cloudy bloodshot eyes... the pale hands that smell of urine...

Meng Fuyao groaned and hugged her head, those chaotic fragments hit the whole body with blood rushing, and then slammed into the barrier of memory, the memory that was voluntarily closed in the subconscious for self-protection was hit by the wind and rain, like a boat in the middle of the storm. There was nowhere to survive in the whirlpool of blood, and the pain in his head was overwhelming, like thousands of knives kept stirring, and he broke out in a cold sweat in an instant.

So resisted... so resisted.

Meng Fuyao began to wonder if he could persist until he walked into the side room? Her one-month recuperation period has not yet arrived, her internal energy has not yet reached its peak, and she has managed to stabilize her true qi, so she must not go mad twice a month.

Behind him, Changsun Wuji suddenly stretched out his hand, took her with great firmness, and said, "Fuyao, let's go. At least now, it's not the best time for you to face it."

Meng Fuyao was silent for a while, then suddenly walked over, brushed away the thick dust on the window of the ear room, and poked his head in.

An ordinary house came into view.

Everything was sunk in the dust, and it took a while to make out the general outlines, the bed... a few... the basin frame... the tent... behind the tent was a dark, half-covered...

Meng Fuyao suddenly leaned back.

She passed out.

She fell into Changsun Wuji's arms, her face was pale and her breath was light, her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, Changsun Wuji's fingers hurriedly caught her pulse, but found that she was not hurt except for a little restlessness in her blood.

Fuyao... Maybe she was too resistant in her heart, her dizziness was completely self-protection dizziness.

Changsun Wuji hugged Meng Fuyao silently, thinking about how she passed out from seeing the corner of the eaves to the ear room, what kind of battles and tortures she experienced along the way? Memory exhausted all means to force her to escape, she gritted her teeth and resisted desperately to approach, but in the end, she still lost.

Changsun Wuji stood in front of the window of the side room, his gaze flitted across the room seemingly, as if he was going to take a look, but he quickly turned away as if he didn't want to look, he just turned around in the end, hugging the woman in his arms tightly.

Gently leaning down, imprinted a gentle and delicate soothing kiss on the lips of the person in her arms like a flower.

"Fuyao... I'm here."

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The wind is very cool.

There is the fragrance of autumn flowers in the wind.

A person calmly looked down and brought his delicate jaw into view.

Who is speaking? The voice was far and near, whispering endlessly, but the tone was quiet, a bit cool, and also a bit fragrant, but not floral.

That delicate jaw was shaking, the soft satin sleeves slid past, it was as delicate as skin, everything was dark, but that person was bright, as if she had never had a brilliance in her life.

There are laughter and walking sounds outside the window, there is bright sunshine, sunshine... the long-lost sunshine.

Someone in the shadows stretched out pale and thin fingers, like bird claws, as small as a baby, with sawdust in the nails, nothing to pick wood chips... the only entertainment.

"... I'll go to the front to wait... Please take care of me, please... please..."

"Okay!" A brisk and loyal voice answered.

The small body suddenly trembled, terrified... Infinite terrified, as if the voice that sounded very honest was the ravings of the most terrifying demon in the world.

A big hand exuding a strange smell came in...

The air suddenly became turbulent like water ripples, the scene was squeezed, folded, whirling in a bizarre way, hurry up! It was too fast to capture, she opened her eyes wide and wanted to piece together a complete picture from the scattered scenes in the space, but the more she looked, the more dizzy she became, until she almost fainted and shattered, sinking forever in that muddy sticky in the dark…

"Fuyao... I'm here."

I am here.

I am I am I am I am.

Who is calling in a low voice, gentle and deep, sweet and sweet like a cup of tea, diluting the inescapable bitterness in life.

Call her in the darkness, lead her in the mud.

Familiar with the exotic fragrance, neither flowers nor trees, with an ancient charm.

Meng Fuyao slowly opened her eyes, and looked into a pair of deep eyes that were slightly eager.

The moment those eyes caught her gaze, they immediately lit up, and many inexplicable emotions flashed in that flash—anxiety, worry, uneasiness, regret, pain, hesitation...

She had never seen the eldest grandson Wuji, who was hidden as deep as the sea, would have such complex and contradictory emotions.

The surrounding scenery became clear layer by layer, no longer turbulent like water waves, but still like the previous flower pergola, she was in his arms.

"I'm fine." Meng Fuyao got up, jumped off the flower stand, looked at the Yongchang Palace in the distance, which was sunk in darkness, and then at the direction she had been to just now. After a long time, she calmly said: "Accord with the original plan." .”

Changsun Wuji didn't dissuade or say anything, but stroked her hair silently, watching her rub the pain into the bottom of her heart again like a clam shell, grind it to a bloody mess where no one can see, and then try hard to accommodate it for a long time until she can't bear it. into beads.

The world saw her vigorous and full of beauty, but did not see the serious injuries behind her.

It's not that I don't feel distressed, but I dare not feel too distressed. If I feel too distressed, I'm afraid that I can't help but stop her.

She has never been a woman who is willing to be wrapped and cared for by him. She can be delicate and let him spread his wings to shut out all the suffering and pain. Grinding in the darkness of the world, how would she go through the huge waves that were higher than the previous waves

In the darkness, two figures flew up silently, heading straight for Yongchang Palace.

The Yongchang Palace was silent and crouched in the night. There were neither too many nor too few guards outside the palace. In a flash, the two of them had cut through the queue of guards walking towards each other like scissors. Wind, but turned around and saw that it was empty and no one was there.

The hall is divided into three parts, the innermost one is the sleeping hall, Meng Fuyao was about to fly past, Changsun Wuji suddenly pulled her, led her to float a few steps silently, and stuck to a palace wall.

Then she faintly heard voices.

"... Let's settle it!"

The woman's voice was a little shrill, like Queen Xuanji's voice.

"...you can't bear it at last?" The voice was full of laughter, the voice was soft like a virgin, and the tone was a little lazy and impatient. Meng Fuyao let out a bang when he heard it, and felt that the blood all over his body rushed to the top of his head.

This is the voice!

Yuheng!

Her eyes were murderous for a moment, but she closed them once and then, and her whole body was as stable as a rock. An expert like Yuheng could detect movement and murderous aura tens of meters away, so no matter how angry she was, there was no need to rush at this moment.

"...I really can't bear it..." Empress Xuanji seemed very angry, walking around the room quickly, and stopped for a long time: "A bunch of bastards!"

"That's not what you originally wanted..." Yuheng still said with a leisurely tone, laughing, "Isn't it that you need someone to solve it again, and if there is no accident, it is best to recover it?"

"How do you get back that look? It's really... Alas!" Empress Xuanji seemed to want to scold but didn't, and let out a bitter voice.

"Say it earlier, it would be easier if you didn't say it earlier, why..." Yu Heng suddenly laughed softly, "... people can live until now, and they are still eavesdropping outside the wall!"

"boom!"

Before Yuheng finished his last sentence, Changsun Wuji and Meng Fuyao had both retreated. Even so, a palace wall collapsed in an instant, dust and smoke filled with rubble, and crimson and yellow glazed tiles flew in all directions. They all circled and roared, turning into streaks of colorful light in mid-air, and smashed down on the two of them!

"Are you tired of hanging on the wall? How about I wait for you to sleep forever?"

While the rubble was flying, one person laughed and stepped down the steps, rolled up his long sleeves, stood in the middle of the patio, and looked at him half sideways with raised eyebrows.

His whole body is like a piece of jade soaked in the moonlight, white and soft, his eyes are thick and faint, like the mottled shadow of a tree under the moonlight.

Meng Fuyao sneered, kicked half of the palace wall violently, and the wind slammed into it.

"It's better for you to sleep, I will send you a quilt first!"

She kicked out of the palace wall in front of her, but she jumped onto the wall as well. The black skirt was quickly swept away in the wind, cutting across a line as sharp as a knife's edge.

"Look at my aunt's flying carpet!"

Yu Heng looked at it with a smile, stretched out his hand to greet him lightly, he patted the wall with one hand, and grabbed Meng Fuyao who was running over like a black cat on the wall with the other, and said with a smile: "That's fine, we sleep together, you and I are just right Let’s continue the fate of being together that day.”

The flying wall arrived, and the cold light of "Slaying the Sky" lit up.

Suddenly a hand stretched out from behind the wall.

Holding a jade ruyi in his hand, he broke through the brick wall silently, as if it was not a stone but tofu, and he handed it over like a dragonfly, and the purple light flashed and opened a fan-shaped arc curtain, connecting the eighteenth point on Yuheng's upper body. Big hole!

Meng Fuyao immediately leaned back, flipped off the wall in the air, and fell upside down in a matter of seconds, abruptly planting himself in front of Yuheng's back heart, raised his hand, and "Slaying the Sky" Heiman thrust hard !

Yuheng's body suddenly twisted.

When he twisted, all the bones in his whole body seemed to be taken off, and slid out softly and smoothly. With a flick of his sleeves, he flung them on Changsun Wuji Ruyi, entangled tightly, and wrapped the body that Ruyi bumped into. Meng Fuyao roared the knife inserted!

"Keng."

The low impact sound startled the two of them, Ruyi and the knife cut apart each other like flowing water, pieces of sleeves flew down like butterflies, Ruyi's purple light rippled under the moonlight, and the sky was dark and cool.

With that swipe, Meng Fuyao drew a long black line, twisted her waist and bowed her body in mid-air, turned over three feet with one turn, and turned back to Yu Heng who was sliding past her side, long Flicking the black waves, the hair covered Yu Heng's eyes for an instant, "Killing Heaven" flashed the cold electricity, and suddenly turned out of the waves without sound, and looked straight at Yu Heng's eyes!

But Yuheng's body is amazingly soft, turning around "Killing the Sky" like an eel, his head and feet almost touch each other in an instant, and then bounces away in an instant, a white stream of light sweeps along the direction of the wishful retrograde coming from behind him like a purple spring However, the moment they passed each other, they hooked their toes, and with a clanging sound, they brought Meng Fuyao's short knife and slammed into Changsun Wuji's Ruyi again.

Meng Fuyao couldn't draw back the saber in mid-air, so he simply threw his whole body into Changsun Wuji's arms, Changsun Wuji embraced her with one hand, turned around, and the two people's robes twirled in mid-air, forming lavender and dark black arc shadows, And then leisurely down.

Having been together for a long time, they are familiar with each other's martial arts, and the tacit understanding comes naturally when they cooperate to defend against the enemy.

The two landed leisurely, Meng Fuyao glanced at Changsun Wuji's Ruyi in his busy schedule, worried that he would destroy his weapon, but fortunately, all three of them were top-notch masters, able to control their qi freely, Changsun Wuji raised his eyes and smiled at her , indicating nothing happened.

Meng Fuyao sneered, and turned her head to stare at that pervert who likes to watch each other kill each other the most. This person has probably been cheated by his friends too much in his life, and has a mental deformity.

"Have you figured out how to die?" She raised her head "Slaying the Sky" and stared at the person shrouded in the moonlight.

"Have you figured out how to die?" The man raised his brows slightly, and looked at her evilly with his bony almond eyes.

"It's a shame that you don't have yourself in this life, and you just live as someone else's shadow and echo." Meng Fuyao laughed, "It's really a great tragedy to have a mollusk like you among the top ten."

"Dare to love that you have no self in this life, you just live as someone else's shadow and echo." The man also laughed, like a blue smoke under the moonlight, waving back and forth endlessly.

Meng Fuyao's heart skipped a beat, and he raised his eyebrows and said angrily, "Can you speak your own words!"

The man ignored her, and reflected her words back like a mirror, even the tone of voice was exactly the same, "Can you say something of your own!"

Meng Fuyao's heart was throbbing again, as if she had been stabbed by something, and her heart was so hot that she wanted to rush off the embankment with a bang, but the eldest grandson Wuji beside her suddenly said, "Fuyao!"

Meng Fuyao was startled, and Changsun Wuji said in a deep voice: "Don't talk to him too much, don't let him learn from you!"

Meng Fuyao's mind woke up in an instant, and she suddenly realized that this was another trick played by that damned Yuheng. .

Opposite Yuheng was still smiling, but this time senior Sun Wuji said, "Don't talk to him too much, don't let him learn from you!"

"Be careful." Meng Fuyao saw that he had turned his target, and worriedly reminded Changsun Wuji, but Changsun Wuji just smiled and did not avoid Yuheng's gaze, nor did he shy away from speaking, and said to Meng Fuyao: "This man intends to control you." You, don't fall for his tricks."

"This man intends to control you, don't be fooled by him."

Meng Fuyao stared at Yuheng, who was learning the voice, and Wuji, the eldest grandson, who was being learned by the voice, his heart jumped up, and Wuji was also caught in the trap!

"Fuyao, step back and don't talk anymore." Changsun Wuji pretended not to notice, and was still telling her earnestly, but his face seemed to be pale.

"Fuyao, step back and don't talk anymore." Under the night light, Yu Heng smiled with brows and eyes flying, as bright as a good girl.

Meng Fuyao was anxious, what should Wuji do to solve her technique of trapping herself in Yuheng? Shout out to save him? Attract Yuheng's attention to himself? Looks like he can only control one person at a time.

Just as she was about to speak, Changsun Wuji suddenly looked away from her and said slowly: "How does it feel to marry the love of my life to someone else?"

"The love of my life to marry..." Yu Heng froze suddenly.

"Seeing her, Feng Guanxia wearing another wife, and the red candle tent warming up the spring night, how do you feel?"

"Seeing her phoenix crown..." Yu Heng opened his mouth, his face turned blue, as if it was really green and miserable like a ray of moonlight.

"I'm really useless." The eldest grandson Wuji ignored him, and sighed to the moon, "The ten powerful men are the most powerful in the world, and they command all directions, but they can't get Yiren to pay attention."

"I really don't have... you!" Yu Heng was obviously struggling, his face turned blue and white.

Meng Fuyao looked at his face, and immediately understood that Yuheng's "learning voice" is still a kind of will control technique, but all martial arts such as will control must have an absolute advantage and grasp, otherwise, if you are not careful, you will be backlashed. Now Changsun Wuji first pretended to be controlled by him, paralyzed him with all his strength, and then suddenly changed his mouth, hitting with a hammer was the key, directly hitting the most painful weakness in Yuheng's heart, breaking his defenses and disrupting his loopholes. , and used his own harsh language to master Yuheng's pace. Yuheng has been led away by the eldest grandson Wuji, and he wants to follow but has to follow. If he continues to follow, he will end up injured.

If it wasn't for the fear of disturbing Changsun Wuji, Meng Fuyao would almost laugh out loud at this moment, Yuheng, Yuheng, you are too much, your martial arts are higher than both of us, but you forgot that in front of you is the number one fox in Wuzhou Continent, To despise him is to despise one's own life!

Meng Fuyao was so happy that he couldn't help squatting to one side, holding his stomach and laughing silently, while laughing, he slowly took out "Slaying Heaven", stabbing Yuheng's back heart silently and calmly.

"Even if we try to compromise, we won't be able to reunite with each other." Changsun Wuji looked at the moon with a sad tone.

"Even if... even if..." Yu Heng struggled, the blueness on his face gradually faded, and he became paler, as thin as paper, with blue veins visible.

Meng Fuyao's saber was still three inches away from the back of his heart.

It can't be too fast, if it is too fast, it will shock the atmosphere of this moment and break the barriers of the heart that Changsun Wuji had so easily set up.

"It's just seeing her by the side of others, going out together, how can this be so embarrassing?" Changsun Wuji's face under the moonlight was as elegant as jade, and his tone was as bleak and desolate as the cool moonlight, somehow. Suddenly, Meng Fuyao felt that his words were not just talking about Yu Heng's mood, but rather... self-harming

"Just seeing her... how can it be... how can it be..." The corner of Yu Heng's mouth gradually oozes blood.

The tip of the knife slowly moved forward... there was still an inch left!

Meng Fuyao's eyes shined brightly. She knew that the opportunity tonight was a rare one. Yuheng was extremely powerful. Under normal circumstances, she would not have fallen to this point. It was just that she was carelessly hit by Changsun Wuji at the most painful spot and instantly lost control. There will never be a second time in the situation, after this time, there will be no next time!

"Don't hesitate to entangle me, follow me all the time, I just hope she can care about me more." Changsun Wuji said softly, still looking at the moonlight, but his eyes suddenly fell down like butterflies.

It fell on Meng Fuyao.

Meng Fuyao's heart trembled, the hand holding the knife softened, almost fell to the ground, she quickly grabbed hold of it, and continued her slow work of killing people.

There is only one point left for the knife!

It's just that the heart lake stirred up this wave, but it was hard to stop for a long time, the ripples circled, endlessly arising and dying.

"There is no other wish in my life. I only wish to be with her forever, but I have to be one-hearted and never leave each other."

"In a lifetime..." Yu Heng spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Heng!" A scream broke through the last moment.

Yu Heng raised his head suddenly, and under the moonlight, his posture was like a snake raising his head and uttering a letter!

Grandson Wuji was shocked.

Meng Fuyao immediately rushed forward, stabbing with the knife!

"Chi-"

The sound of the blade piercing into the flesh and the sound of the skin being cut were heard almost at the same time, but Yuheng rushed forward while the blood was splattering, towards the direction of Changsun Wuji, and when he grasped with his fingers, there were claws in the sky, Meng Fuyao was worried that Changsun Wuji would be shocked When he was distracted, he felt that "Slaying Heaven" slipped, brushed against an extremely hard and slippery object, and slipped out of the range of the person's body.

Unwilling to be reconciled, Meng Fuyao turned over 360 degrees on the spot, with amazing flexibility, he forced himself to flip himself over, turned his hand back without turning back, and cut him again.

But Yuheng had already bounced out, and a few drops of blood spilled into the air. His body was like a long snake twirling in the air, and he had already landed beside the rushing Empress Xuanji.

As soon as he landed, he grabbed Empress Xuanji's arm and said with a gentle smile, "You're still worried about me..."

Empress Xuanji threw him away, stomped her feet, and shouted: "Kill them, we can't keep them!"

"That's right, you can't keep it." Meng Fuyao blew the blood on the knife and laughed, "I broke your adultery, you can't keep it."

"You bitch!" Empress Xuanji looked back suddenly, her eyes were bloodshot, and she yelled angrily, "You have the face to tell me this? Who doesn't know that you are the most shameless woman in Wuzhou Continent? People can hook up with each other, A mediocre slut, how can he become the lord of the Three Kingdoms? Naturally, it depends on you... "

"Snapped!"

A hot slap across the air made her head tilt.

Changsun Wuji retracted his sleeves lightly, and said lightly: "If you continue talking, no matter who is by your side, I will kill you."

His tone was calm, and his expression didn't even fluctuate. Empress Xuanji covered her face, stared at him, and hissed through her teeth for a while: "Eldest grandson Wuji, you are also a bitch..."

"Snapped!"

This sound was crisper and hotter, and it made Queen Xuanji turn her head back again.

Meng Fuyao rolled up his sleeves with a sneer and said with a sneer: "You dare to say a word about him, I don't care who is protecting you by your side, I must take out your heart to see what color it is."

"You two are very good at bragging." Yuheng finally said, he didn't care about Empress Xuanji who took a step back and cried loudly, but stared at the eldest grandson Wuji Meng Fuyao with cold eyes, "Thought I was careless for a moment , is it doomed to lose?"

Meng Fuyao swung his dagger horizontally, "You can try."

Yu Heng sneered and was about to speak, when the door behind him was suddenly knocked open, the old and haggard Feng Xuan stumbled out, leaned on the window and couldn't help panting, asking in a low voice: "What's the matter... what's the matter..."

Meng Fuyao looked at this haggard but still handsome man, looked at his features carefully, suddenly thunder and lightning flashed in his heart, and a bold thought flashed in an instant.

I should have lived in this palace, and my face is exactly the same as a certain person. Could that person also have lived in this palace? Then, would Feng Xuan know her

Rather than fainting as soon as she comes into contact with old things in that ruined palace, it is better to try to let others discover her.

If he recognizes her, if he recognizes her...

She suddenly flew up.

With a flick of the sleeve, the fire pocket in the sleeve flew out and hit a clump of flowers and trees next to it. The fire pocket ignited in the wind, and instantly ignited a blazing flame, illuminating the dark palace that was intentionally unlit.

Feng Xuan, who was leaning against the window, looked up in astonishment.

Meng Fuyao rushed in his direction, raised her hand to tear off the mask—