The purple-clothed man's eyes were like fireworks blooming together, and he turned around to hold her hand, his heart agitated.
Manyao was stunned for a moment, as if she understood something, she frowned unconsciously, withdrew her hand without a trace, turned her eyes and said indifferently: "I just don't like others making sacrifices because of me, there is no other intention, please don't let me go!" To be mistaken."
The man in purple's smile froze slightly, feeling embarrassed for a moment, and then he smiled and said, "Sorry, I was reckless!"
The masked man in black jumped down from the rock, stood in front of the men in black, pointed at the man in purple, and said in a low voice, "We only need this man, the others... can leave on their own."
This obvious voice change gave off a sense of indescribable familiarity. Man Yao's eyes were sharp, and he looked straight at the leading man in black with a mask. His tall and slender body was wrapped in a large black robe, which looked very strange in the hot summer. . She frowned slightly, trying to look into the cold eyes behind the mask, but found that the other's eyes flickered and avoided her sight.
"What if... we don't go?" She kept her gaze fixed on the other person's eyes, and her voice was cool and indifferent. Why did she have the illusion that she knew this person
The body of the man in black trembled slightly, as if the wind had accidentally stirred his robe, so slightly that it was almost imperceptible.
There was a moment of silence in the air, floating and sinking.
The man in black raised his right hand to one side, and immediately a three-foot Qingfeng long sword was handed to him. The blade is as thin as a cicada's wing, and the light reflected by the mottled white light printed on the blade by the branches is cold and chilling, making people shudder. He tightened his five fingers, and his knuckles showed firm strength. He pointed the tip of the sword across the air, and the sword energy burst out of the air, and the broken leaves turned into ashes, and scattered in all directions in an instant. "Since you insist on staying, don't blame me... I'm merciless." He waved his hand, and the man in black behind him got the order, and immediately swung his sword at the four people at the cliff mouth mercilessly. Something flickered in the eyes of the man in black, and he added: "...to live."
Another brutal fight! Man Yao suppressed all the discomfort in her heart, her eyes were clear and cold. She told herself over and over again that in this world, human life is worthless, as long as you get used to it. Sweeping with the sword, where the sword energy goes, broken branches and leaves, rocks cracked and shot in all directions. The four of them formed a line, and they swung their swords together as if they were irresistible.
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From the palace, ride the wind pavilion.
A man in a white shirt was sitting on the edge of the pavilion, leaning lazily against the threshold of the pavilion. His phoenix eyes are lightly closed, his brows are slightly locked, his long jet black hair is unrestrained, it is scattered casually, a few strands slipped into the front of his clothes that were torn apart due to the hot weather, and flicked on his strong chest. Kind of charming. One of his slender legs is bent, and the white matte brocade embroidered with dark patterns hangs down, resting on the clean wooden board, swinging gently in the breeze. Who is this man who has two completely different temperaments, pure and evil, but Zongzheng Wuyou
After a year, returning to this palace again, there is a feeling of a world away. I have lived here for more than ten years, but it is not as profound as that half a month.
"Brother Seven, this is the new tea that just arrived, you have a taste." The Ninth Prince poured a glass of water, smiled obsequiously, and handed it over with both hands.
Zongzheng Wuyou took it casually, without even looking at him, he handed it to his lips and took a sip, frowning slightly, it was still the same top quality West Lake Longjing tea as before, but the more he drank it, the more tasteless it became.
The Ninth Prince came to him, bent his waist and turned his head to look at him, raised his eyebrows slightly, and the corner of his mouth smiled meaningfully, and asked in a drawn-out voice: "Seventh Brother, are you...really not going?"
Zongzheng Wuyou lowered his eyes, looking at the rippling light blue tea, as if he had never heard him speak at all.
The Ninth Prince moved closer and said, "Although Qingliang Hu is a bit off, the scenery there is really nice."
Zongzheng Wuyou twitched his eyelashes slightly, but kept his eyes fixed, and still didn't give him any response.
The Ninth Prince persevered and said: "It's so cool there! Going there in summer to enjoy the scenery will definitely make you feel good..."
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When the Ninth Prince saw that he didn't agree to what he said, he was not angry or annoyed, so he simply turned around and sat down on the stone bench, raised his legs, swayed leisurely, poured himself a cup of tea, and took a sip of moisturizing Then he spoke again unhurriedly, without taking his eyes off Zongzheng Wuyou's face for a moment, he used his trump card, and said with a light smile, "Seventh Brother, I heard... General Fu's wife has gone today. Cool Hu!"
The slender and strong hand trembled almost invisibly, the tea in the cup overflowed, splashed a few drops on the white brocade clothes, and quickly smudged, leaving a few shallow wet stains. Zongzheng Wuyou frowned lightly, the fingertips holding the cup turned white, and the smoke-like mist rose up and covered his eyes with a thin layer. Sometimes time does not dilute everything, but makes certain things clearer in the torment of day and night.
"Seventh Brother, Seventh Brother..." Seeing him in a daze, the Ninth Prince waved his hand in front of his eyes. Zongzheng Wuyou raised his eyes, and with just that one glance, the Ninth Prince's heart trembled. When did Seventh Brother's eyes change from evil and indifference to pure silence? Moreover, when he came back this time, he was even more taciturn than before, and his whole body was much lighter.
The Ninth Prince laughed dryly, and quickly said: "No, I was wrong. It's not General Fu's wife, it's Liyue, Liyue. She went to Qingliang Huyou Lake today, shall we go too? Seriously, I have already I haven't seen her for a long time, and I still miss her. Seventh brother... just treat it as if you were with me."
What's the difference now? She was the general's wife! Zongzheng Wuyou said lightly, "What does she have to do with me when she goes swimming in the lake? If you want to go, you can go by yourself, why bother me." His voice was low and hoarse, like the wind blowing The tail sound left by Guo Xun. What is he going to do? So what if I saw her? A year ago, she had already made her choice. Could it be that he couldn't forget her now and was going to beg her for mercy, begging her to give him a little pity? He hooked half of his lips, smiling ironically.
The Ninth Prince couldn't see his expression like this, and felt uncomfortable when he saw it. He thought about it, and tentatively said: "Brother Seven, I think... I think, in fact, Li Yue's heart...is still on you. Do you know ? They have been married for more than a year, and she has never let Fu Tzu stay in her room... "
Zongzheng Wuyou looked at him sideways, his cold eyes were blank, it seemed that there were many emotions mixed, but he couldn't see anything. He said in a hoarse voice: "How do you know? If not, where did he stay for the past six nights?" Every time he said a word, his numb heart seemed to be more vacant.
The Ninth Prince was stunned, how dare he say that she has nothing to do with him? He clearly cared about her very much, and was inquiring about her every day! The Ninth Prince suddenly didn't know what to say. He once hoped that there would be someone who could awaken Brother Seven's feelings, but he never expected such an ending. Should he persuade Seventh Brother to forget her and return to his previous ruthlessness? Or should he encourage Seventh Brother to let go of his pride and dignity and win back her heart? For a woman like Liyue, it might be too difficult to make her turn back. Even if she is willing to turn around, Fu Tiao will not agree.
well! The Ninth Prince sighed helplessly, "Seventh Brother, you..."
"That's enough." Zongzheng Wuyou waved his hand impatiently to interrupt him, his lowered eyelashes covered the expression in his eyes. He stood up, not wanting to continue the heart-wrenching topic. "You tricked me all the way back just to say this?"
The Ninth Prince looked innocent, and said: "I didn't lie to you, I really thought that person was the one you were looking for, who knew that the birthmark was painted on it?!" He didn't expose his seventh brother, but he actually knew Before Seventh Brother came back, he already knew who that person was, but Seventh Brother came back anyway, he just helped Seventh Brother find an excuse for himself to come back.
Zongzheng Wuyou glanced at him lightly, and he quickly put on a flattering smile and said, "Okay, okay, it's my fault! I shouldn't have lied to you, oh... don't I miss you? You always It’s been more than a year since I left, and my father didn’t let me leave Beijing, so I had no choice but to use this method to trick you into coming back.” What he said was the truth, and his father didn’t let him leave Beijing because he wanted to Find a way to bring Seventh Brother back to the capital! "Seventh brother, I have never been to Jiangnan. When you go back next time, tell your father to take me too. I heard that Jiangnan is picturesque and beautiful, which is just right for me. Heart, I want to go and see."
Yes, Jiangnan is very good. The scenery is picturesque and the beauties are like clouds, but none of these can keep his heart. Zongzheng Wuyou put down the cup in his hand and looked at the sky. The sky that was clear just now suddenly had dark clouds. A white dove flew from the east, flew directly in front of him, and stayed in his open palm.
The Ninth Prince walked over and asked, "Who is this news from?"
Zongzheng Wuyou unfolded the creed and looked at it, his complexion suddenly changed, and his eyes suddenly became extremely sharp. The Ninth Prince hasn't seen it yet, he has already put away the creed and held it in the palm of his hand, and shouted in a deep voice: "Leng Yan, prepare the horse immediately." After saying that, he pushed the Ninth Prince who was standing in front of him, and walked quickly Out of Chengfeng Pavilion. It seemed that something extraordinary had happened.
The Ninth Prince was unaware, and was pushed staggeringly by him. In order to stabilize his body, he kicked the toe of the stone on the side fiercely. The pain caused him to yell, and danced several times with his feet hugged. Then he raised his head. Worry has disappeared. Thinking that Seventh Brother had a strange expression just now, and he didn't care about the pain, so he hurriedly limped and chased him out.
"Brother Seven, wait for me."
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Halfway up the mountain on the shore of Qingliang Lake, the fierce fighting continued. The corpses piled up, and even the breath was disgusting blood.
The four of Man Yao were more or less injured, and their movements were obviously much slower than before. Those men in black were still brave and fought one after another, as if they would never be able to finish killing them. If the man in black hadn't said "they must live", I'm afraid they would have been forced to fall into the lake if they hadn't been killed. His physical strength was gradually exhausted, but the men in black on the opposite side still rushed over like a tide.
Man Yao felt that her whole arm was so numb that it was no longer her own. Exhausted, she was still waving the sword in her hand desperately, and stabbed fiercely into the opponent's body again, hot and humid blood spattered out and fell onto the ground. On her face, her eyes were covered, and there was only scarlet in her pupils, and she could not see anything else.
The man in purple hurriedly protected her, and asked concerned: "Are you alright?"
Man Yao wiped her face with her hand, and left her hand full of bright red blood, just like when she climbed out of the car before dying, she wiped her hand on her forehead. Hyundai takes one last look at himself. The pungent smell of blood filled the tip of the nose, soaking into the bottom of the heart inch by inch, stirring up all the viscera and viscera to tremble slightly. Even the bright red color could not conceal the paleness of his face. She shook her head firmly, her almost unconscious fingers were still clenching the hilt of the sword tightly.
The man in black shrank his pupils and shouted, "I'll give you one more chance, there's still time to leave now."
When the man in purple heard this, he immediately said, "Girl, you can go quickly. Leave me alone."
Man Yao pursed her lips tightly, did not speak, and the sword in her hand never stopped for a moment. She didn't want to die, but she wasn't greedy for life and afraid of death.
Seeing that her condition was not right, Ling'er said anxiously: "Master, just let me stay and help them, you can go... I beg you, please go!" After a pause, a bloodstain immediately appeared on his waist, and the blood gushed out violently, which was shocking.
"Ling'er!" Man Yao exclaimed in shock. The man in purple looked sideways. It was just that a servant girl was injured, but it could make her so nervous! It turns out that she is not always so calm and indifferent, she has something she cares about. In this world, the only thing that can make her panic is true love! At this moment, the illusory fairy in the illusion suddenly became real in his eyes.
The man in purple suddenly threw away the long sword in his hand, and his movements were crisp and quick, without any hesitation, he said loudly to the man in black, "I'll catch them without a fight, let them all stop."
The middle-aged man was horrified and exclaimed: "No! You can't do this. Don't forget your identity and the mission on your shoulders!" No longer letting him do everything, but very seriously An elder's tone to remind him of what he should or should not do.
The man in purple raised his head and said: "I can't let a woman die for me. Otherwise, how can I stand upright and educate the people in the future?"
"You..." The middle-aged man was blocked by him and couldn't say a word. He could only use his sword to block the attack in front of him, causing himself to be in danger.
Man Yao shook her head and sighed, and was about to speak, but heard a voice from afar: "Stop!" The voice was loud and full of strength.
Following the sound of this sound, many archers suddenly appeared on the mountain and surrounded the entire mountain, all of them were full of bows and strings, and there were as many as a thousand people who came.
"Xiang Ying!" Seeing the leader, Man Yao was overjoyed and finally breathed a sigh of relief. But I feel strange, why is Xiang Ying here? Could it be that Fu Zhao got the news and sent him to bring someone to rescue her? However, he brought so many people, and they didn't hear any movement
The complexion of the man in black changed drastically, and countless thoughts emerged in an instant. While everyone was in a daze, he pointed the Qingfeng sword at the man in purple and threw it out.
With a whistling sound, the Qingfeng Sword came through the air, extremely swift and violent. The man in purple didn't have a sword in his hand, so he couldn't resist at all. They stood side by side in a row on the edge of the cliff, and couldn't even avoid it. They could only watch helplessly as the sword stabbed straight towards his heart.
Manyao was startled, and used the sword to block at the same time as the middle-aged man, but she did not expect the internal force endowed on the sword to be so strong. She tried her best, but only slightly changed the direction of the sword, and that direction It turned out to be...
"Ah!!" The Qingfeng sword sank into her shoulder along the direction of her arm, piercing the skin to the bone, and the severe pain swept over her. She lost all strength and let go, and the sword in her hand fell to the ground with a "clang". Her body was sent flying by the force of the Qingfeng Sword, and she plummeted into the center of the lake. In such a position, even without injury, it is difficult to swim ashore.
Ling'er exclaimed in horror: "Ah, master?!" She stretched out her hand to grab Man Yao's flying body, but it was in vain, and she couldn't even grab the corner of her clothes. She hissed, "No! Don't-ah!!!"
The man in purple was stunned, looking at her flying body, there was a momentary pause in his mind.
Xiang Ying's face turned pale suddenly, he could almost foresee how tragic his end would be!
Apart from the bone-eroding pain, Man Yao has no other perception. In fact, death is not so terrible to her, at least, she thinks so at this moment. Opening her eyes wide, she wanted to take a last look at this world, blue sky, clear water, green mountains and white clouds... She seemed to see a white figure galloping on the water, galloping towards her, so fast! It was much faster than the speed at which she fell into the lake, like a string drawn from a full bow, shooting over so quickly. But it was in an extremely perfect posture, more like an illusion. She couldn't help laughing at herself, didn't she give up yet
She felt very tired, killing too many people today, subverting the thoughts and education she had received for more than 20 years. On this day, she completely accepted the fact that life is worthless in this world. She just wanted to close her eyes and have a good sleep, but she felt that her body had not touched the surface of the water before she was jolted and was pulled into a warm chest.
Such a familiar embrace! ! The past was like dust, passing through her mind. She opened her eyes again, trying to see that person's face clearly, but before her sight reached her, she lost consciousness.
Red face, white hair, pain