Travel thousands of miles in my life

Wen Shuqiu lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes fell down, casting a blurred shadow under the sunlight.He pursed his lips and thought about the stakes in it, completely unaware that the other person sitting at the table was looking at him with interest.

"If I'm not wrong, you should have brought something to meet her." Jiuxian picked up the teacup and drank it in one gulp.

The young man in front of him froze, but soon relaxed again: "Yes."

"That woman Wen Suhe, she won't let people live in peace after she dies." Jiuxian sneered, and said again: "What did you say in the letter? Don't be such a romantic thing."

"Again?" Wen Shuqiu grasped the key words in the sentence, frowned and asked, "Has the same thing happened before?"

Jiu Xian moved closer, playing with the young man's lock of long hair.Hearing this, he said lightly: "Yeah, what else is there in a woman's heart other than love and romance? I can still recite Wen Suhe's Mingzhi book. What is written about 'Peach Blossoms and Flowing Water' and 'Worthy thoughts' ' and so on, nothing more."

"She almost died at that time, almost, my chi kiss almost opened a hole in her stomach. It's a pity, she was rescued by Yao Xingguan." Jiu Xian wrinkled his face bitterly from the strong tea, and smacked He smacked his lips and regretted, "It's really a coincidence."

"Why did you tell me this?" Wen Shuqiu raised his eyes. Although he couldn't see it, he could still imagine the indifferent and playful expression of the man in front of him.

"The reason..." Jiu Xian narrowed his eyes with a smile, looked at the young man in front of him, but suddenly pulled the lock of hair with his hands hard, pulled Wen Shuqiu's face closer, and then happily smiled at the young man's forbearance. He opened the mouth and said, "I think Qiuqiu has grown up and should understand some common sense in the world."

"What's common sense?" Wen Shuqiu asked calmly, there was no pain or fear on his face, Jiu Xian looked at it for a long time before letting go of his hands bored.

"You are my only disciple. Originally, this common sense should have been integrated into your flesh and blood long ago, but it is not too late to say it now." He stroked his scarred cheek and said meaningfully: " When you are not in deep trouble, let me tell you——love is the most unreliable thing in the whole world. I thought everyone understood this common sense, but after seeing countless people stumbling in the magic barrier, I understood this Insights are not accepted.”

After saying these words, the man was about to turn around and leave.But before he could move, he heard a clear voice behind him.

"Have you ever been loved?"

The man suddenly turned around and looked at the young man.

The thick tea mist surrounded the young man, and his handsome facial features appeared more gentle in the haze.When he raised his eyes, those extraordinarily deep eyes that were dark because of lack of light looked over.There is no haze in those eyes, and the sky like the deep sea and night makes people unconsciously absorbed.

The shape of those eyes is familiar, but the clarity and innocence inside are not what that person would have.

Jiuxian's expression changed several times, his hand hanging by his side clenched into a fist, and finally he just gave a strange smile and said, "Ha, maybe."

"If you hesitate, it proves that you are not sure." Wen Shuqiu shook his head, "Summer worms are indescribable, and mortals cannot be discussed. Since you have never owned it, how can you say it is the most untouchable thing in the world? "

"Do whatever you want, these big principles are just empty, and one day you will understand." Jiuxian said coldly: "Love will hurt you, we will wait and see."

The unpleasant words ended with the sound of the man slamming the door, Wen Shuqiu put the teacup back in its original place, and sighed softly.

Not only the top of the mountain, but also the sound of the roaring water of the waterfall can be heard endlessly.The sound of the water flow is not so loud, but the two people in front of the courtyard are both internal masters, so they feel that the sound is uncomfortable.

Prince Gong is the fourth son of Dang Pilgrimage, and he is quite talented.Now that he has just passed his forties, it is time to show his ambitions. His most famous achievement is to calm the outside of the pass. Because of his benevolent heart, integrity and clarity, he has a very good reputation among the people.If it weren't for the fact that the crown prince has been established and his foundation is stable, it is not a certainty who will be crowned the great treasure.

It's just...Yan Wuxin looked at the man in front of him, and a voice in his heart kept telling him that these evaluations were all fake!In fact, although Prince Gong was handsome, the evil spirit between his brows could not be hidden from Yan Wuwu's eyes.

As well as the resentment in his body that could not be expressed in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, and the strange feeling in his eyes, Yan Wuxin was secretly startled.

Prince Gong raised his eyebrows, and made a move without warning.His eyes were tightly locked on the young man in front of him, that face was very familiar, as long as he looked carefully, he could find traces belonging to the Yan family.

Looking at this face, some memories involuntarily emerged from his mind.

It was a winter a few years ago when the northern tribes invaded and lost to the frontier, allowing them to break through in one fell swoop.And this invincible team was defeated by a woman.

It was a petite woman, dressed in a crimson palace dress, with luxurious jewelry in her hair.

Dark clouds overwhelmed the top, and the bitter wind outside the pass blew the elegant silk ribbon into the sky, piercing the sky like a long rainbow.She was carrying a hard bow that was almost half the height of a person, and looked at the thousands of troops under the city with contempt.

"He Fangxiao dares to come here to be presumptuous!"

The sound wrapped in internal force exploded in mid-air, rolling to a further place along with the wind and snow.The woman's appearance is as beautiful and charming as a fairy left in the nine days, and her martial arts are even more astonishingly extraordinary.

She stood on the top of the city, holding a horn bow like a full moon, and the sound of startling strings broke.

It was born among thousands of people who shot and killed the northern general!Even in his dreams, the general never thought that he would be defeated by a woman.

After that, she took off the silk belt, tied it to the long arrow, and shot at the first three steps of the army.

"Whoever goes beyond this place, I will kill him!" Her expression was rather cold, and her words hit the ground loudly, which made the northern barbarians feel a little frightened.

In the snowstorm, the sound of war drums came from the city gate not far away.Although the sound of the drum was like thunder at the beginning, its momentum was gentle and not intimidating, and it even faintly seemed to have died down.The woman was aiming at the ready-to-moving enemy with her bow fully drawn, when she suddenly heard the sound of the drum, she said angrily, "Xuanyuan's three arrows are fixed, so I can live up to the green head, now that the barbarian has entered the frontier, you actually persuade me to spend my time with the wild gull? !"

I don't know who it is, and sighed in the wind.After a pause, the drum sounded again. The drums were dense, powerful and exciting.

"That's right!" The woman laughed loudly: "Look at me leading the arrow!"

After saying that, she responded to the battle, fired three arrows in a row, and took the heads of the three generals, and the northern army immediately fell into chaos.

The woman's wanton and unrestrained appearance hurt the eyes of many people.Among them were Wei Congrong, who was the supervisor of the army, his gloomy eyes reflected the fiery figure of a woman, and the man in green clothes above the city gate.

Yan Nantian and Yao Yurong—the well-known magicians and astrologists in the world.It is hard to find a divination about this hermit couple. It is said that they can communicate with ghosts and gods, and they are considered normal.Wei Congrong sneered coldly, if such people could not be taken for his own use, then there was no need for them to exist.

Yao Yurong's mocking face, Yan Nantian's indifferent face in memory overlapped with the man in front of him again.

Prince Gong sneaked in like a nighthawk, his body was ghostly, leaving only a faint black smoke-like shadow in the air.Yan Wuxin calmed down, swung his palm out, and the scent of fragrance overflowed in the air.That palm made Yan Wuwu secretly suspicious, he seemed to have hit Prince Gong, but he didn't seem to.When he came back to his senses again, he saw that Prince Gong had circled behind him, holding out a sword flower with one hand, and stabbing straight at Yan Wuwu's back heart.

No one expected this move, and it also demonstrated the superb Qinggong of Prince Gong in a disguised form.The long sword in his hand was as pervasive as a water curtain, and the man and the sword seemed to be integrated into one.Gradually, Yan Wuwu noticed something was wrong. This person seemed to know his every move very well, and it was very easy to intercept him after he figured out the footwork he was used to connecting.

"Do you think it's strange?" King Gong's sword almost blocked his throat, and Yan Wuxin stepped back, narrowly avoiding the fatal sword.After turning back with his powerful waist, he did not forget to hit back with a palm, which brushed across the man's face.

A bloodstain appeared, Prince Gong wiped the blood on his face and raised his eyes.

Yan's descendants were standing there, as indifferent as his father, like an all-knowing and omnipotent god descending to earth.Wei Congrong's handsome face gradually twisted into a ferocious smile, he likes to see a person's despair, struggle, helplessness and finally death.

Yan Wuwu did feel a little strange in his heart, but after all, he had experienced many battles and knew that the exploration of moves was mutual. Prince Gong knew his moves, and he also gradually figured out Prince Gong's habits during the battle.

"You can't defeat me." Prince Gong licked the corner of his lips, his dark eyes were full of bloodthirsty desire.Yan Wuxin looked at those eyes, the shape felt a little familiar for no reason, and the strange feeling flashed by.But the reality didn't allow him to think about it any longer, Prince Gong suddenly threw the long sword in his hand behind him, and made a gesture of raising his hand.

Yan Wuxin was startled, that gesture was extremely familiar, and it was even engraved on his heart.

That is clearly the first form of Xu Qing's palm!

"Does it look familiar?" Wei calmly smiled sarcastically, and looked at him arrogantly: "Do you dare to fight with this?!"

As his internal energy spread, the fragrance of the salsa flower gradually permeated.Different from the orthodox Xu Qing palm, the fragrance of flowers in Prince Gong's palm hides a stench, which seems to hint at the murder he committed.

Yan Wuyi's eyes were red, and a cold killing intent crept into his heart little by little. Xuqing Palm is the secret skill of Xuanji Pavilion, and Wei Congrong must have forced a Xuanji Pavilion to death to obtain the secret book.Thinking of the tragic situation of his parents, master and uncle, and the empty house seemed to remind him that this person was the murderer who made him feel heartbroken and displaced.

"Okay." He whispered: "—to fulfill you."

The two streams of Borneo fragrance collided, and there was the faint sound of howling ghosts and gods, and the sound of heavenly thunder and Sanskrit.

Yan Wuxin didn't care about much anymore, and rushed straight up!

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small theater:

Father Yan: Old Tie, forget it...

Yan Mu: Alright, how dare you stop me! ! !Do you not love me anymore? Tell me! ! !

Father Yan: No...the son hasn't been fed yet...don't blame him...

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