Where does Fu Wanqing want to go? Where will she appear? This has never been a plan. She could be anywhere, as long as she pleased. In the past, she walked alone, she was a fire that no one dared to provoke easily, but now, there was a piece of cold ice beside her. The two people collided together, as if they had merged two completely different auras, and a delicate balance appeared.
Fu Wanqing is actually not that scary anymore, people who saw her thought secretly.
But if you think that Fu Wanqing is no longer Fu Wanqing, that's a big mistake. People who offend Fu Wanqing still have no good end, just like the four or five people lying on the ground covering their wounds and screaming in pain.
This is a ruined temple, and a bonfire was already burning before it got dark.
Although Fu Wanqing was laughing, to those people, she was undoubtedly Shura who came out of hell. The hot breath of the bonfire forced out their sweat, but their hearts were as if they had been thrown into an ice cellar, which was extremely cold. It's not that they don't want to escape, but because they are enveloped by Fu Wanqing's breath, they don't have any chance at all.
The person who was least injured turned his eyes to Yu Shengyan who closed his eyes and rested. He clenched his fists, knowing that he could only fight to the death. This cold beauty who was with Fu Wanqing was not like her maid, but rather someone close to her. After contacting the rumors in the arena many days ago, he determined that Yu Shengyan was Fu Wanqing's confidant and her sweetheart. With a sinister smile on his lips, he turned himself into a saber light and slashed at Yu Shengyan's body.
Fu Wanqing's expression was lazy, she didn't move at all.
The man suddenly despaired, not because he misjudged the position of the cold woman in Fu Wanqing's heart, but because of the suffocating and terrifying power that suddenly came from the cold woman. This cold woman's martial arts has reached the peak, so she can completely restrain her inner breath, looking like an ordinary person who doesn't know martial arts. The man thought he was going to die, but he just fell back to the original place, and the injuries on his body didn't even get worse. It is an instant thing to go from despair to secret joy, and it is also an instant thing to fall back from surprise to the abyss of despair. Fu Wanqing didn't make a move, she just said three words, which instantly turned the faces of the men on the ground pale.
Fu Wanqing smiled and called out, "Yushengyan."
What does the simple three characters Yushengyan represent in the Devil's Cult? He is the leader of the Clear Water Sect, a supreme authority that cannot be violated, just like Fu Hui's status in the Baidao Alliance, no, even higher.
The lives of these injured people were extinguished in an instant, not by Fu Wanqing, but by themselves. Fu Wanqing deliberately let them go, but who made them the disciples of the Black Mountain Hall of the Bishui Sect? In order to avenge the so-called Black Mountain Four Rats, they collided with the god-like leader of the Clear Water Sect. The rules of the Clear Water Sect are strict and no one is allowed to violate them.
Fu Wanqing looked at the frozen person on the ground, and sighed softly: "It's so stupid, so pitiful. Why don't they think you are a fake person?"
Yu Shengyan didn't say a word, but she had secretly decided in her heart that she would change some of the religious rules when she returned.
Fu Wanqing's eyes lingered on Yu Shengyan for a moment, she stretched out a hand towards her, and said with a faint smile, "Let's go."
Fu Wanqing couldn't stay in this bloody and filthy place no matter what.
There are killings in the rivers and lakes all the time, and the enemies who come to the door, or the enemies who walk on the road, can't get into her Fu Wanqing's eyes.
The sound of bamboo whistles echoed on the bleak autumn plain, the fluttering weeds were desolate, and the distant geese changed their formations, leaving behind a burst of yelling. Fu Wanqing tightened her clothes, and she looked at the vast distance, feeling a little lonely again in her heart. At this moment, she suddenly wanted to hold Yu Shengyan's hand tightly, but now, she still couldn't let go of her own pride.
Lin'an Prefecture is a good place.
Thirty miles away from the same color tower, I don't know where to find the lonely mountain.
In West Lake, it is suitable for watching snow; in Gushan, it is suitable for watching plum blossoms.
It's just that there is no snow or plum blossoms now, only a clump of bleak reeds fluttering in the autumn wind.
Fu Wanqing's going south was a split-second decision, but when she arrived at Lin'an Mansion, she didn't want to leave.
Chivalry Villa is far away, but Qianbi Island is very close.
Fu Wanqing doesn't like drinking or drinking tea, but she likes to play with all kinds of small and exquisite cups.
There are many buildings and terraces beside the West Lake. Looking from the Yage Pavilion on the second floor, it is a lake and mountains.
The mist and mist of the mountains and rivers are different in four seasons, but this autumn mountain is as clear as makeup.
Fu Wanqing breathed a sigh of relief, and she asked with a smile, "Do you know where the most interesting place in Lin'an Mansion is?"
Yu Shengyan shook his head.
Fu Wanqing smiled knowingly, put her hand on Yu Shengyan's left shoulder, turned around, and sat on her lap. Holding Yu Shengyan's neck with his hand, his lips also moved to the cup Yu Shengyan was holding, and took a sip.
Fu Wanqing has a weird temper, she doesn't want things that others have touched, but sometimes, she is not that weird.
Licking her lips, she looked like a lazy cat nestling comfortably in Yu Shengyan's arms. It's rare for a woman to seduce a woman, but Fu Wanqing did it. She continued: "Lin'an Mansion, the most famous one is Chunfengyixiaolou, Yushengyan, would you like to go and have a look with me?"
It seemed to be an inquiry, but in fact Fu Wanqing had already made a decision.
In order to play cheap, both of them changed into men's clothes.
What a pair of handsome sons and brothers, hot like fire, cold like swords.
Chunfeng Yixiao Building is not by the busiest West Lake, but in a lonely alley. On one side of the alley are the dilapidated thatched huts and the bony common people, while on the other side are the dignitaries in brocade clothes.
This Chunfeng Lane suddenly became congested.
It was a group of ragged people surrounded by a few girls in pink clothes who looked like flowers and jade.
"Miss Wuji is here to deliver things again!"
"Empress Wuji is a thousand years old!"
The poor man with tears in his eyes clasped his hands together and could not afford to kneel. If they were in other places, no one would care what they were doing, but they were stuck in Chunfeng Lane.
The young master asked the servants to go forward to inquire, and when they heard the name of Empress Wuji, eight out of ten people withdrew, and the remaining two points were either drunks or backers.
"It doesn't matter if you attack those little girls in pink clothes, but if you attack the people in the alley, they will be finished." The spectators shook their heads and sighed, obviously familiar with all this.
"Empress Wuji, Wuji Palace, I can't afford it, I can't afford it."
"When did this Wuji Palace come out? You can say it is an evil sect, but it is willing to do good, and it is very popular with the people. You can say it is the righteous way, and there are not too few decent schools that have been destroyed by the Wuji Palace. It's gone."
"The owner of the Wuji Palace is a mysterious figure, even Bai Xiaosheng can't figure it out!"
"Why do you care so much? Anyway, it's none of our business, can't you afford to provoke or hide?"
Fu Wanqing listened to the gossip in the crowd and closed the fan in her hand. She squinted her eyes, a few traces of smiles slowly appeared on her face, and silently recited the three words Wuji Palace.
A burst of petals sprinkled into the air, as if spring came again. The sound of the flute and the pipa intersected, and a sedan chair flew out of the alley. The people who carried the sedan chair were four little girls, who seemed to be good at both inside and outside. As the sedan chair went away, the fragrance of the flowers gradually faded away.
"Who is in the sedan chair?"
"Of course it is Empress Wuji, but she is not the owner of Wuji Palace. Although I don't know who the owner is, I am sure that the person in the sedan chair is not. The owner of Wuji Palace should be an old guy in his seventies or eighties. Hey, there are so many beautiful ladies in Wuji Palace, he—" Before he finished speaking, this man fell down straight.
In broad daylight, of course it didn't kill anyone, it just taught him a lesson and made him a mute.
Fu Wanqing turned to Yu Shengyan and smiled lightly: "Clear Water Sect, Promise Palace, interesting, really interesting."
Yu Shengyan blinked, and said in a low voice: "The hand that the man showed just now is a fusion of Shaolin's 'Nianhua Yixiao' and Tangmen's 'Tiannv Scattering Flowers'."
Fu Wanqing snorted softly and said, "Interesting." She paused, squinted her eyes and said, "But the most interesting thing is not that, but going to Chunfengyixiaolou."
How does the Spring Breeze Smile Building compare with the Selling Gold Cave in Yangzhou Prefecture? No one made a comparison, and Chunfeng Yixiaolou didn't bother to compare with it. The Chunfeng Yixiao Building can be the Selling Gold Cave, but the Selling Gold Cave must not be the Chunfeng Yixiao Building.
As long as there is silver in the gold selling cave, it is not the same in the spring breeze. Not only do you have to have money, you also need to be decent and talented. Many men are proud of being able to enter the Spring Breeze Yixiao Building. In order to maintain this honor, they will not hesitate to fight against those who destroy and make trouble. As time passed, no one dared to act wild in the Chunfeng Yixiao Tower.