when the wind and cloud cry

Chapter 89

Although the Jingxie Sword Party has already leniently dealt with Jing Shisan, but he was also required to destroy his appearance to apologize, or marry Xue Shishi as his wife, so he was still a little unconvinced.

At this moment, when he saw the wound cloth wrapped around Xue Shishi's face, the coverage was so large, the anger that had just arisen disappeared immediately.

Xue Shishi didn't hold much resentment, her only remaining eye reflected the guilt-ridden figure of the young man.

After a while, she heard Jing Shisan's nonchalant voice: "How I hurt you, you can get it back from me!"

"My face will be healed if I hurt you?" Xue Shishi sneered.

Jing Shisan struggled for a long time, then said in a low voice: "This is not good, and that is not good, why don't I marry you!"

Xue Shishi was taken aback for a moment, and Jing Shisan swore: "Our Haiya Sword Pavilion is also quite prestigious in the Jianghu. My parents are chivalrous people who are respected and respected. If you are worried that you will not be able to marry in the future, I am now Then I can break off the engagement with my parents and make you my wife..."

Jing Shisan was talking, but saw that Xue Shishi's complexion had darkened, and there was a third of anger between her brows, and she said coldly: "Little brother, do you really think that my sister is soft-tempered and easy to bully? Is it?"

Jing Shisan was dumbfounded immediately, but in his cognition, there were countless wealthy daughters who wanted to marry Haiya Jiange, but Jing Qi and his wife rejected them one by one.

However, he never imagined that his prominent family background would completely anger this girl.

After a while, Jing Shisan woke up like a dream, and hurriedly said: "I am serious, and I don't mean to belittle the girl. If I can say such a thing, I can be responsible for you!"

Xue Shishi laughed "ha", walked up to Jing Shisan in a few steps, raised her hand and slapped her, her voice sullen: "Who wants you to be responsible? Try talking nonsense again!"

Jing Shisan rubbed half of his cheek, feeling a burning pain on his face.

Xue Shishi turned and left, her voice echoed in the night:

"If a man doesn't know how to pity and cherish jade, even if your cultivation is unrivaled, you will still be a child who will never learn to love. It's ridiculous to talk about love and love. It's childish and ridiculous!"

Jing Shisan covered one of his cheeks with his hands, looked at the Jinchuang medicine in his hand in confusion, and said slowly: "How can there be such an unreasonable woman!"

At this time, the technical school field was already full of people's voices, because the most critical match was ushered in before the finals.

Banruo Temple Juechen confronts Concubine Zichen.

On the railing of the wing of the observation deck on the third floor, there was a woman standing there for a long time.

Tonight, Si Yu was wearing a pair of red copper phoenix battle armor with a crystal breastplate inlaid on the chest, a fiery red cloak reaching the ground behind her, familiar and dignified hair accessories, and a moon blade on her waist. Noble and respected, only the pride of a woman with strong bones.

In order to have a clearer view of the arena, she stood here holding on to the railing, but after waiting for a long time, neither Jue Chen nor Zi Chen Feixuan came on the stage.

During this long time, Si Yu inadvertently saw a pair of lovers below, watching the woman act like a spoiled child in her lover's arms, she unconsciously watched for a long time.

Your eyes reflect the happiness of others, and you taste your own loneliness alone.

Can you know the moon?

Your fate of superstition is just a short distance away.

Yue'er knew, but she didn't.

"dong dong dong dong"

A heavy drumbeat sounded, echoing in the technical school grounds, lifting everyone's spirits.

The reporter said in a loud voice: "Continuing the competition, Concubine Xuan of Yaochi Palace will face Juechen of Banruo Temple."

Amidst the thunderous cheers, two figures in white appeared on the ring one after another.

The monk in the snow in the north, wearing a white cassock!
Princess Yaoyue, holding a magic weapon!

The second prince, Si Hengxuan, came over and saw Si Yu staring at the figure of a young man and woman for some reason, with a smile on his red lips.

"Sister Huang, did you see someone you know?"

"They're just a couple of little lovers, enjoying each other in front of the flowers and under the moonlight!" Siyu said softly.

The moonlight shone on her face, and her smile was bright and moving.

"Sister Huang, you know I made a bet with someone today!" Si Hengxuan said.

Si Yu turned her eyes and asked, "Aren't you also winning the top three in martial arts?"

Si Hengxuan whispered: "I tossed 50 taels of gold and beat Jing Shisan to win!"

Si Yu was taken aback: "The outcome of this fight is unpredictable, you are too rash, 50 taels of gold, that is half a year's income from the imperial court!"

Si Hengxuan had a serious look on his face: "It was Prince Penglai who set up this bet. It concerns the face of the court and does not embody the ambition of others!"

In a moment, he was smiling all over his face, and then lowered his tone a little: "Sister Huang, if I am unlucky and lose, sister Huang should say something nice for me in front of my father!"

Siyu smiled lightly: "Now you know it's not a trivial matter?"

Si Hengxuan said awkwardly: "I didn't think carefully just now, I didn't have time to discuss it with you!"

Siyu's phoenix eyes moved, and she smiled sweetly: "How about this, if you win the 100 million taels of gold, you can give 50 taels of gold to my sister as a dowry. You bear it together!"

Si Hengxuan was listening, and couldn't help frowning.

The imperial sister was making a sure-profit deal. If she won, she would get 50 taels of gold for nothing. Even if she lost in the end, it would have no impact on her as an imperial concubine to be married.

But I'm different, if because of this incident, I will leave a stain on my father's heart as a prodigal son, and even miss the position of the crown prince!

"Sister Huang, isn't your appetite a little too big..."

Si Yu quietly stared at the little lover without expressing anything, and naturally there was no room for discussion.

In the end, Si Hengxuan did not dare to gamble with the position of the future crown prince after all, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, according to what you want, Huangjie, if you lose, Huangjie will have to bear more burden in front of Father Huang!"

Siyu then showed a kind and touching smile: "Don't worry, sister will help you carry it!"

There was a "Zheng" sound from the sword, and it turned out that the Phoenix Dance Divine Weapon had already been unsheathed.

There was a tsunami and thunderous applause from the audience!
"Princess, the poor monk offended!"

Juechen saluted with one palm, and saw Zichen Concubine Xuan's sword attacking him, he suddenly struck out a stick, the swords and sticks met, and hit the tail of the stick violently with his left hand, a calm Prajna energy guided into Huang Wu along with the stick In the sword, he severely defeated his master.

Concubine Zichen's body trembled, and she took a few steps back, and then saw that the right hand holding the sword was trembling uncontrollably, and the back of the hand also had bulging veins.

For cultivators, such skin and flesh injuries can usually be recovered by adjusting the breath for half an hour to dissolve the stagnation of blood congestion, or use ice compresses and acupuncture to relax the muscles and activate the collaterals, and the recovery can be restored as before.

But at the moment of the duel, there was naturally no time for Zi Chen Feixuan to heal her injuries.

Just when everyone thought that Zichen Feixuan could no longer hold the sword, they saw that without any hesitation, she actually used the magic weapon to cut her skin and bleed out, and the stagnated blood was immediately released.

She tore off a piece of clothing, hurriedly bandaged the wound, then raised her sword and attacked Juechen again.

Jue Chen placed the long stick flat on his chest, slid his right hand towards the end of the stick, and actually held the Dragon Subduing Stick with one hand like a sword, and walked forward: "Princess, you are one inch long and one inch strong. Of course you are With the magic weapon in hand, if you want to defeat the poor monk, you still have to show some real skills!"

After saying this, he suddenly jumped up like a swimming dragon, and with a stick on his head, thousands of stick shadows appeared, layer upon layer, and pressed towards Zichen Feixuan like an overwhelming force.

Concubine Zichen gritted her silver teeth, her face became even colder, this monk Bei Xueming had such advanced cultivation, she dared not hide her clumsiness anymore.

(End of this chapter)