There are always young heroes who want to overthrow me

Nie Qingzheng didn't know what to do, and suddenly heard Wu Feng's voice faintly saying: "Go to the cliff outside the forest, don't tarnish this flower."

His voice is soft and pleasant, with a beautiful rhythm and sense of music, and his tone is very gentle, but there is a fatal attraction that cannot be ignored.

Nie Qing was originally a proud and stubborn girl. She is beautiful and has the identity of the heir of the Nie family. In the clan, all the people of the same age attract her as the center of attention, and she has developed a somewhat arrogant personality.

If it were someone else, she would definitely not obediently follow the other party's advice.

She was here to cause trouble, so why should she care about the other party's feelings, and why should she cherish the other party's house, flowers and trees?

But this time, Nie Qing just looked at Wu Feng's back that was about to disappear in the depths of the flower forest, and couldn't help walking forward with him.

From a long distance away, he heard the sound of thundering water, and Nie Qing knew that it should be the sound of the waterfall he had seen from afar when he went up the mountain.

But after walking a few more steps, the thundering sound of water was gradually replaced by a wonderful ding-dong sound. Nie Qing looked up, but saw a large open space behind the cherry blossom forest, and the mountain spring water played a soothing sound. Relaxed and beautiful music flows past the stone tables and benches, and then flows into the waterfall in the middle of the mountain.

But Wu Feng just stopped for a while, and didn't continue to move forward. Instead, he immediately adjusted his direction, stood in front of the nearby cliff, and then turned his head to look at Nie Qing indifferently.

Since he and Jun Mowen had a short but unforgettable time together here eight years ago, he never let anyone else set foot in that open space except himself.

The gently flowing spring water, the stone table and bench standing quietly, and the unresolved mess left on the table all carry memories that he has never forgotten for a moment.

If anyone other than himself and Jun Mowen stepped into it again, it would be like disturbing that memory. Wu Feng couldn't bear it in his heart, so he often avoided it unconsciously.

Looking at the girl in front of him, Wu Feng didn't want to ask any more questions, but just quietly waited for the other party to say what he wanted, or just make a move directly.

However, Nie Qing didn't know what to say.

She did not expect that the descendant of the Wu family she was going to face was so young and so handsome that she did not look like a person that could exist in this world, but like a fairy walking out of a painting.

The Liupu Peak Feixue Rock where the other party lives is also as beautiful as its name.

Fighting in such a beautiful place is a very unpleasant thing in itself. Nie Qing felt that his sensitive and delicate heart had suffered an unprecedented challenge, so that he could only stand there blankly and stare at Wu Feng, not knowing how to start the scene.

It can't be said that because Wu's had been cheated away by her third aunt decades ago, so now she wants to kill him to vent her anger?

This reason even made her laugh, so how could she explain it to the handsome young man in front of her?

Seeing that the other party didn't say a word, but just stared at him in a daze, Wu Feng finally became a little impatient, although he didn't show it on the surface.

He just said lightly: "You can make a move."

Nie Qing was stunned again: "Why did I come to you if you don't ask me who I am?"

Wu Feng's handsome eyebrows raised slightly, and he smiled at her. In an instant, it was like the gentle sunshine penetrating through the clouds and gently shining down, making Nie Qing suddenly feel dazzled.

But what he said made her feel resentful for no reason.

"It's nothing more than the hatred of the previous generation or longer? It doesn't matter whether you listen to it or not, it can't change anything."

Nie Qing also raised his eyebrows, and said coldly: "At least you should know who is going to kill you."

Wu Feng stared at her silently for a moment, and then smiled again.

His voice was still calm, but with undisguised confidence and pride, as if he was just stating a fact, not a superficial guess.

"The person who died may not be me."

Nie Qing was a little annoyed, but more of it was the unwillingness to be ignored by the other party. Staring at the other party's eyes that were as bright as morning stars, she gritted her teeth slightly, and still opened her mouth very firmly.

"You may die at my hands. I must let you know who I am. Remember, I am the heir of the Nie family in Dali. My name is Nie Qing."

At that moment, there seemed to be a hint of appreciation in Wu Feng's eyes, but he didn't speak, only nodded slightly.

There is no way to retreat, only to shoot.

As soon as Nie Qing was nodding, he suddenly launched into trouble.

Although she is young, she is already one of the best masters in the Nie family.

The reason why I dare not say that I am number one is because there is still Nie Bo.

Nie Bo is actually not a child of the Nie family, he is a young man that the Nie family met when they passed through the Central Plains nine years ago.

He was only about ten years old at that time, and he seemed to have just fallen from a very high place, so that he injured his head and lost all his memories, except that he only knew that there was a word "Bo" in his name.

The people of Nie's family took him back to Dali and took him in under the surname of Nie.

This young man of unknown origin can only be described as exceptionally talented in martial arts, but in just a few years, he has become the number one master of the Nie family, unmatched by anyone.

The sword qi criss-crossed, forcing Nie Qing to withdraw his thoughts from those irrelevant people and things.

Only then did she notice that the sword Wu Feng used was only about two feet long, and it was as thin as a cicada's wing, as if it could even penetrate sunlight.

Such a short and thin sword can unleash such great power that Nie Qing is shrouded in sword energy in an instant.

He is only 26 or seven years old, right?How could there be such terrifying martial arts?

Nie Qing thought of the elder's ten thousand advice before leaving, so he turned his heart and slashed his sword decisively, cutting the boulder on which the two of them were standing in two, so they all followed the gravel towards the cliff. fall.

This is the style of the Nie family in Dali. They can treat themselves more ruthlessly than their enemies, even if they have to sacrifice their lives. Therefore, even if their martial arts are not the strongest, they have always been able to stand in the rivers and lakes for hundreds of years. Occupy a place, and not many people dare to provoke.

Only, Jiangnan Wu family is an exception.

At the very moment, Wu Feng stretched out his hand in a hurry and grabbed a piece of rock protruding from the rock wall, only then did he stop his fall.

At this time Nie Qing suddenly fell from beside him, without thinking, Wu Feng let go of the hilt of the sword in his hand, stretched out his right arm, and caught her.

Nie Qing was taken aback, but he heard him calmly say: "Don't move around."

As he spoke, he looked up and looked up, as if he was looking for a place to jump back on the cliff.

Nie Qing's hand holding the sword tightened involuntarily.

If he was going to be killed, now was the time, he had even abandoned his own weapon.

Nie Qing told herself so.

But another voice quietly sounded from the bottom of his heart: If it wasn't for saving you, how could he give up the dagger in his hand?

Looking at Wu Feng's pale and handsome face, Nie Qing hesitated for a moment.

Hesitating at this time means that she will no longer have the chance to kill him.

Nie Qing is well aware of this, but there is nothing he can do about it.

Wu Feng didn't know the battle in her heart, so he found the foothold, flew up lightly, jumped up the cliff again after a few ups and downs, and then put her down.

Nie Qing really wanted to ask him why he saved her, but when her eyes collided with his, her face suddenly turned red, and she couldn't ask again.

She just stared at him blankly for a long time, and finally turned around and left without saying anything.

It wasn't until he was far away that Nie Qing dared to turn his head and take another look. On the cliff, the little white shadow was still there, and the mountain wind blew his clothes fluttering like a fairy.

At this moment, Nie Qing felt melancholy and a little sad, feeling that she was different from before.