The words Meng Fuyao was about to say were suddenly stuck in his throat.
She raised her eyes, fixedly looking at Yan Jingchen, but Yan Jingchen didn't look at her, her eyes were fixed on a half-damaged flower in front of her, and she spoke quickly.
"Fuyao, in your situation, the family will not allow me... to be with you. The Pei family belongs to the royal family, which is my family. Their status is even lower than that. There was no hope for this marriage proposal. I heard that Ah Yuan personally agreed, and since the Pei family has agreed, there is no reason to regret the marriage, and our Yan family can't afford to offend the Pei family..."
Meng Fuyao suddenly interrupted his eloquence.
"Don't you Yan family, your Yan family, talk about yourself."
"I..." Yan Jingchen paused for a moment, with a gloomy look on his brows, and said for a while, "Fuyao, my wife will also have status in Wuzhou Continent in the future. She has good looks, learned martial arts, and status in martial arts. Both are indispensable. Especially not too poor aptitude, otherwise it will embarrass my family... "
"Talk about yourself!"
Yan Jingchen was so drunk by Meng Fuyao, it also aroused the arrogance and anger of Mr. Guijie, and said loudly, "I! I'm fed up with your disappointment! I'm fed up with the feeling of being ridiculed because of you!"
Meng Fuyao took a step back, staring blankly at Yan Jingchen, who looked a bit ferocious because of his yelling.
The twilight came up layer by layer, and the dark colors painted the sky and the earth. The emerald green of the leaves was reflected into gray green, which looked dirty and suffocating. The gentle boy floating in the dark background had distorted eyebrows and eyes. , strange and thin.
The only thing left in the world is the movement of the wind blowing the clothes, and the sound of hunting.
After a while, Meng Fuyao suddenly laughed.
When she smiled, it was like a flower blooming in the dark silence, a bit desolate, but more of a resolutely brilliant beauty.
"Okay, okay." She flicked her sleeves at Yan Jingchen, as if she was brushing off the dust on her sleeves together with Yan Jingchen, and said lightly, "I understand, you can't stand your wife being A fool with no talent in martial arts, you can't bear to bring such a fool to attend a state banquet and be ridiculed in front of or behind your back. It's perfect... Yan Jingchen, believe me, Pei Yuan will be a perfect wife, you take her with you, just like a lady leading a poodle, she will be worth a hundred times wherever you go, complementing each other."
She laughed, but there was no smile in her eyes, her voice was deep and cold, like a blade ready to be unsheathed with cold light.
"Congratulations, you found your poodle."
After finishing speaking, she turned and left without looking at Yan Jingchen.
"Fuyao!" Yan Jingchen rushed up suddenly, stretched out his hand to grab her sleeve, and there was a bit of helplessness in his voice, and he said in a low voice, "Fuyao... Actually, I like you... "
"Keep what you like, go and please your poodle!" Meng Fuyao smiled broadly, and when she raised her finger, a cold light suddenly appeared between her fingers. Clenched sleeves.
Before the light of the saber arrived, the cold air was already overwhelming, at first Yan Jingchen thought that Meng Fuyao would not be cruel, but he still held his hands tightly and did not want to let go, but Meng Fuyao didn't even pause, and flicked his backhand and pointed at him with five fingers.
Yan Jingchen was so frightened that he immediately withdrew his hand, but was still a step too late. A neat red mark was cut on his five fingers. At first, his skin was white. After a while, bright red blood trickled out, dripping silently into the darkened ground.
"you… "
"Me!" Meng Fu shook his head without looking back, his back was straight, and he outlined an unbreakable outline in the growing night, "I want you to remember that there are some mistakes, just like the wound you just had. If you can’t find it, after a long time, it will cause you pain and bleeding.”
She turned her back to Yan Jingchen, and smiled lightly, her smile was as cool as the first quarter moon rising.
"Believe me, Yan Jingchen, you will be in pain, sooner or later."
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The moonlight was cool that night.
Meng Fuyao sat cross-legged on the ground, staring at the slender moon in a daze, and felt that the moon was the coldest in the memory of his life, and there was a blue halo around him, which made people feel chills.
And the starlight flickered strangely, erratically, like the changing hearts of the people.
She vaguely recalled the day when she first met him, when the wind and rain were blowing, she slammed her head heavily in the mud, and begged Lin Xuanyuan to be her teacher; she remembered the gentle smile of the modest young man beside Lin Xuanyuan in front of the mountain gate in the wind and rain, and remembered the young man in the rain reaching out to her that day. His hands, slender and clean, warm as spring.
"Fuyao, I actually like you."
"Fuyao, if you don't have strength in the Wuzhou Continent, you will be looked down upon for the rest of your life."
"Fuyao, you have to work harder, you're like this... what will you do in the future?"
"Fuyao, you are good at everything, but unfortunately... your talent is too poor."
Heh... I should have found out a long time ago, but I was immersed in the warmth of that young man's hand in hand, and never awakened.
Good thing... I didn't really want to be your poodle either.
Meng Fuyao smiled sarcastically, and waved his hands vigorously like a mosquito, to drive away those memories that he didn't want to think about again, and closed his eyes to exercise.
Not long after, steaming mist rose above her head, and a faint green light shone around her body. The light rose slowly and stagnated at her chest.
The "Broken Nine Heavens" technique is the "untold secret" of her real master, the old Taoist priest.
Back then, Meng Fuyao dug the grave too hard and dug herself through. After piercing through, she inexplicably lost her memories of being in this world before she was five years old. Since she was five years old, she has been tortured and tortured by a dead old Taoist priest. After ten years of practice, during the ten years, there are nine layers of "Broken Nine Heavens" kung fu, and it is only at the peak state of the third layer. At this time, the true energy rises, condenses the qi into green, and focuses on all feminine techniques.
This practice passed through a long night, and passed through the morning when the sun was thin, and when Meng Fuyao opened his eyes, it was already afternoon.
As soon as he opened his eyes, Meng Fuyao frowned and sighed. It has been half a year since the peak of the third level, and he still hasn't made a breakthrough. If he keeps stagnating, what is he going to take to participate in the Zhenwu Conference
That's all, more importantly, the desire in my heart, I'm afraid it will be even more distant in the foreseeable future.
Biting his lip, Meng Fuyao got up and strode down the mountain, counting the time, Yan Jingchen should have left today.
It's okay to leave.
Meng Fuyao doesn't want to stay here any longer now, she is going to pack her bags and walk right away.
Going down to the middle of the mountain, passing through a hidden mountain depression, built on the mountain, with continuous and magnificent cornices and brackets, is Xuanyuan Villa.
Before he got close, he heard a commotion, and someone screamed in the commotion, "Xuanyuan Sword Sect is known as one of the three major sword sects of the Taiyuan Dynasty, why doesn't it even have a decent disciple?"
Then there was the dry cough of the master with slight embarrassment, and the angry retorts of all the brothers and sisters, mixed with the clear sound of long swords being unsheathed one after another, it was very lively.
Meng Fuyao frowned, knowing that the five continents and seven kingdoms have a strong martial arts style, each sect often challenges each other, and it is likely that someone is looking for a place.
Meng Fuyao took out the disguise tool from her bosom, and hastily painted herself a wretched makeup in front of the stream. All this time, her appearance was only shown in front of Yan Jingchen.
After entering the villa, you can go back to her room through the martial arts arena. The martial arts arena of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect is one of the top large-scale martial arts arenas in Taiyuan. It covers a vast area and is magnificent. Fuyao came in from the gate calmly, thought he could leave smoothly, but when he glanced out of the corner of his eye, he was surprised.
Today's martial arts arena was actually packed with hundreds of people, all dressed in various clothes, occupying a corner of the arena, it seems that several sects came to challenge Xuanyuan Sword Sect at the same time.
Meng Fuyao even found a few men in the crowd who were full of energy and quiet eyes, their demeanor was by no means comparable to that of ordinary people.
All the disciples of Xuanyuanjian Sect except Yan Jingchen arrived, surrounded by a group, looking cautious and worried, some senior brothers seemed to be injured, spitting blood bitterly while leaning on their swords.
In the air, there is a dignified and restless atmosphere.