An unexpected visitor came to the secret gate.
A woman wearing a mask and a black robe.
Although she deliberately lowered her voice, even though she claimed to be the third son, anyone with eyes could tell that she was a woman. Wrapped under the old and lifeless black robe, there is probably a graceful body. She called her an uninvited guest because she broke in. Although she didn't have any weapons in her hands, the disciples of the Tianjimen had fallen to the ground in front of her.
"Which lane are you on? Report your name!" Zhong Shixiu shouted with a sullen face, taking a step forward.
"Your Excellency dare not show your true colors to others, is there something shady?" Zhong Shiling took a step sideways, stood beside his brother and shouted loudly.
The Zhong brothers have always been inseparable, even against enemies, they never separate. Their robes were blown up by the wind, and their hands were already on the big knife on their backs. His face was gloomy, like a sign of an impending storm. They will not think that the person who broke through the door at this juncture is here to express their condolences.
The third son did not come to mourn, she came to seek revenge. Shen Shen's eyes swept over the two thin and strong brothers, and a hint of sarcasm flickered on the corners of her brows and eyes. She never paid attention to the disciples of Tianjimen, and neither did the two brothers. The guests of Tianjimen have already dispersed, and they said they were going to Chivalry Villa to discuss the important matter of dealing with the Bishui Sect. In Tianjimen, besides a group of useless disciples, there are also two cowardly and lustful brothers!
A trace of grief and indignation flashed in the eyes of the third young master.
She ignored the knives that the two brothers were covering her head, and went straight into the hall. The fierce knife brought up a strong wind, but when it was about to hit the top of the third son's head, it couldn't go down. Two big knives were held by a pair of slender hands. It was such a pair of hands that looked at the frail Ziabaca holding back the mighty force. The faces of the Zhong brothers turned red, and they began to cry secretly in their hearts. Because the true energy of the three young masters had rushed into their bodies along the handle of the knife.
With two bangs, the Zhong brothers were thrown to the ground.
At this moment, the third son had already entered the mourning hall.
She clenched her fists tightly, watching the coffin change from grief and anger to extremely calm. There were futons on both sides, and the third young master knelt down on the futons, and kowtowed respectfully three times.
The Zhong brothers had already stood up, they had never expected that the three young masters would make such a big gift. The tense face eased, and smiles began to appear on the corners of the eyes and brows. They cupped their hands and said, "It's good that we are friends, and we have a lot just now—" Before the word "crime" was finished, they shut up. The smile froze at the corners of his lips, and his face suddenly turned livid again.
Because the third son had already stood up, in her eyes full of vigor, the murderous aura soaring to the sky was rippling at this moment. One of her hands was already on the coffin lid, and with a little effort, Zhong Tian's body would be exposed. There were tears in the corners of the third son's eyes, he didn't know if it was because of grief or because he was too happy. She didn't hide her voice like pearls and jade on a plate, she said: "The debt has been paid, and now it's time to pay the debt."
The Zhong brothers roared and shot in unison, one from the left and one from the right, the strong wind brought by the long knife hung on the face of the person, causing pain, their true energy had already been transported between their hands, and they wanted to use it All his life's strength killed this villain under the knife. The third young master didn't accept the move, and in the light of the sword in all directions, her dexterous figure was like a butterfly piercing a flower, and she landed a few feet away. With a light flick of her fingertips, the Zhong Brothers' knife fell out of her hand. The Zhong brothers were stunned, not because they were invincible to this woman, but because the magical skill of snapping fingers she showed was a secret of their Zhong family.
"Who are you?" Zhong Shixiu's voice was harsh.
"How do you know how to 'snap your fingers'?" Zhong Shi screamed strangely.
The Zhong brothers knew this kung fu, but to their shame, they didn't learn it. I thought it would be fine if I didn't learn it, the big deal would be lost in my own hands, but I didn't expect this skill to be used by an outsider. Huge shame surged up and turned into a monstrous anger. They clenched their fists tightly and their bones creaked. But they knew very well that the third son had shown mercy. If the third son wanted their lives, they would die many times.
"My lord!" A disciple of Tianjimen scrambled into the hall.
"Quick! Go to the backyard and invite Miss Fu!" Zhong Shixiu shouted.
"Quick! Tell the people at Chivalrous Villa that people from the Devil's Cult have come to the Gate of Secrets." It was Zhong Shiling's voice.
They didn't know who this woman was, and they didn't know whether she belonged to the Demon Cult. They thought of Fu Wanqing, and thought that she was still here, and they let go of their tight hearts. There is almost no woman in the world that Fu Wanqing can't win. They raised their heads with a bit of complacency on their faces. They looked at the third young master with a little pity in their eyes. The moment Fu Wanqing's name was called out, they decided that the three young masters were dead.
"My lord, Miss Fu has already left!" the disciple yelled in pain.
The Zhong brothers' smiles subsided, and a little fear appeared in their eyes.
Now it was the third son's turn to laugh.
Why did Fu Wanqing leave so quietly? The Zhong brothers lowered their heads, thinking so in their hearts. But she, Fu Wanqing, was such a person, she came and went without a trace, she would never say hello to the host. If it wasn't for Fu Hui's face, she might not be willing to come to Tianjimen.
Fu Wanqing can appear in the Selling Gold Cave, Tianxiang Tower, or Guanzhu Pavilion... She can appear anywhere, but she cannot stay in the mourning hall for a long time.
She didn't like it very much, so she left.
He took a bath and burned incense, and changed into clean clothes.
Being glamorous and decent, Fu Wanqing can't tolerate any flaws in herself, especially in front of Yu Shengyan.
It was already dark, and the moonlight and lights complemented each other, and the dark river water was illuminated, and with the autumn wind undulating, there were layers of sparkling light. The melodious voice of singing is like the clear cry of Huang Yinger. These are girls with both sex and art brought out from the gold-selling cave by the rich and wealthy. The scent of powder and wine are intertwined, and the sound of panting and laughter are intertwined, forming a picture of debauchery and ecstasy.
In an exquisite painting boat in Slender West Lake, the sound of piano and flute suddenly came.
All other movement between heaven and earth stopped suddenly, and only the ensemble of zither and flute echoed on the surface of the lake.
The sound of the piano is sonorous and rhyme, and the sound of the flute is melodious and low-pitched.
If you can't enjoy yourself, it stops abruptly.
There was a smile on Fu Wanqing's face, but the hole flute in her hand had been crushed to pieces by her. Yu Shengyan sat across from her, lowering his brows and eyes, his hands had already been withdrawn from the strings and tucked into his sleeves. All the audience felt that the ensemble of zither and flute was very wonderful, but only Fu Wanqing knew that she had been led away by Yu Shengyan's zither sound, she was shrouded in the zither sound, and she was brought into Yu Shengyan's idle life. In the distant world.
Fu Wanqing didn't want to admit defeat, she licked her lips, smiled heartily, and said: "Yu Shengyan, for the past three months, you are not allowed to play the piano in front of me." As long as it is not a sword competition, she knows that Yu Shengyan will promise herself any requirements. How could the Clear Water Sect, known as the head of the group of demons, raise such wonderful people? Fu Wanqing suddenly had the idea of going to Qianbi Island where the Bishui Sect is located, but she quickly dismissed her thoughts. She has more important things to do, how can she mess up her overall plan because of Yu Shengyan.
Fu Wanqing asked again: "If someone else made these demands on you, would you also do it?"
Yu Shengyan glanced at Fu Wanqing, and replied flatly: "There is no one else."
Fu Wanqing laughed again, this time she was laughing at herself. Do you still expect Yu Shengyan to say something nice? To put it bluntly, it is indifferent, but to put it bluntly, it is rigid and boring. What kind of person is a sword jade with a sleeve in his arms and smoke, and the leader of the demon sect, jade smoke
Could there be no other emotion in her immutable face? Fu Wanqing just didn't believe in this evil. Slowly swayed to Yu Shengyan's front, then sat on her lap slowly, hooked her neck with both hands, and the whole body's strength was hanging on Yu Shengyan's body. You can clearly see Yu Shengyan's drooping eyelashes, Yu Shengyan's eyes are still calm, but Fu Wanqing's heartbeat is suddenly out of rhythm. Fu Wanqing became angry from embarrassment. On impulse, she did something that even she couldn't believe.
Her lips were printed on Yu Shengyan's cool lips.
Yu Shengyan's expression remained unchanged, on the contrary, it was herself who blushed flushed with a swipe.
When leaving Yu Shengyan's lips, Fu Wanqing couldn't help but smile.
She wanted to leave Yu Shengyan's legs, but suddenly there was a force around her waist that tightened her grip. Yu Shengyan's face approached, and the distance between them disappeared in an instant. Like a dragonfly touching water, Yu Shengyan quickly pulled away. She blinked and asked, "Is that so?"
At the same time, Fu Wanqing's angry voice sounded: "What are you doing to me?"
"Frivolity?" Yu Shengyan bit the two words carefully, his gaze stayed on Fu Wanqing's face for a moment, and he said innocently, "Didn't you do it first?"