Zhan Ye

He couldn't help thinking that he and Shu Wuyan and Ding Qing had been getting along quite a lot in these years, and with his eyesight, he didn't even see that Shu Wuyan had any superfluous emotions towards Ding Qing.The two of Ding and Shu stayed in the Phoenix Tower, and I am afraid that there will be more situations of being alone, and how many times has Shu Wuyan endured the opportunity to plot against Ding Qing in these years?

Xie Yin has always felt that he is a very tolerant person.What he really wants is far from what he enjoyed when he was the master of climbing the building. However, for so many years, he has walked steadily, step by step, without rushing, and keeping a calm face. He thought he could bear it like this, Sooner or later, one day you will be able to get what you want.

However, Wei Feiqing, He Xiuyun, and Shu Wuyan who appeared out of nowhere taught him an incisive lesson about the "patience" that he was so proud of.

If you don't shoot, you're done, and if you hit it, you will hit it.

If Ding Qing falls into the hands of such a person...

Seeming to see through what he was thinking, Shu Wuyan sighed: "According to the request of Cang Hai and the others, originally Ding Qing was to be handed over to you climbers to deal with, but I told them that with their temperament, at most Even if Ding Qing is killed with a knife, how can it be more enjoyable than I want him to suffer thousands of tortures before dying? They really hated Ding Qing so much that they agreed to my request. To tell you the truth, brother Xie, Ding Qing was secretly brought back by me, and now she is in our Zhuangzi."

As for the place where he locked Ding Qing in Zhuangzi and what he was doing to him, if Xie Yinru asked, Shu Wuyan would definitely say it openly.

But Xie Yin suddenly didn't want to ask.

As early as the moment Ding Qing was defeated by Wei Feiqing and his actions were exposed in public, he was doomed to lose any value.

Xie Yin has never paid attention to the abandoned son.

After all, Dan Dingqing has become his confidant for so many years.

He no longer cared about his life or death, but he didn't want to personally confirm his current situation.

Just because it must be miserable.

He asked: "Wei Feiqing first saved your life, and then asked you to avenge him, so your brothers have been devoted to him since then?"

"That's not true." Shu Wuyan smiled and said, "I'm not very convincing. I thought I would slap my ass and leave after I got revenge. But he grew up slowly. Although I have been staying with you all year round, I know everything he does in secret, and I am more and more convinced of him in my heart. A few years ago, he described the future of martial arts to me, and I found it very interesting , I also look forward to seeing such a scene, and I have decided to stay by his side to help from now on."

Xie Yin picked up the wine glass and slowly drank the wine in the glass: "The future appearance of the martial arts is what it is today?"

"This is just a prototype." Looking at him with a half-smile, Shu Wuyan asked the question he asked him at the beginning again, "Brother Xie, are you convinced by my lord's methods now?"

Once again pouring himself a drink, Xie Yin let out a sigh of relief: "The direct disciples of dozens of sects have obtained the inheritance of Tiangong's unique knowledge, what do other sects who have not obtained it think? Now everything is in the hands of Wei Feiqing alone, he thinks Give it to whoever you give it to. Those sects that were still making noise a few days ago are probably already scrambling to express their determination to surrender to your Lord Wei Zun. Not a single soldier will be abolished, and the entire martial arts forest will soon be conquered, so The method, the old man is naturally convinced."

Filling his glass with wine, Shu Wuyan smiled: "It's not just that. This battle, from the beginning to the end, is a fight between the various factions. It has nothing to do with us. I'm afraid that in Yanyue Zewen In the hearts of Hao and those people, we still don't pay attention to our Wei Zhuang. They only think that if those sects acquire peerless martial arts, there will be no room for them in the martial arts world in the next few decades. They must find a way to share a cup. Soup, no matter what you say, you can’t take advantage of it. If there are still people who don’t open their eyes and go to them and say that it’s all a conspiracy..."

"I'm afraid that in the eyes of Yan Yueze and others, it becomes more and more felt that various factions conspired to use Wei Zhuang and Wei Feiqing as a cover to seek the secret treasure of the Heavenly Palace..." Xie Yin sighed, "Yan Yueze and others are still here. Is it in Wangyue Tower?"

Shu Wuyan clinked glasses with him: "When the guests come in, if they can't fulfill their wishes, there is no reason to let them go easily."

Xie Yin frowned: "What is Wei Feiqing planning to do?"

"Three months will pass in a flash." Shu Wuyan spilled the remaining wine in the jug on the floor, "I guess there are many, many people who can't wait to come and have a feast."

This is a feast about the wedding of the new martial arts leader.

In just a few days, the old story of Tiangong has spread throughout the martial arts world, but the scholar in Wangyuelou, who is now known as the world's number one storyteller, has already told a new story.

A love affair between a brother and sister with the most distinguished status in the martial arts world.

The marriage between Wei Feiqing and He Xiuyun.

Two months ago, Denglou and Qingxin Xiaozhu were the most important sects in Jianghu, and the young master Xie Yu of Denglou and He Xiuyun, the daughter of Qingxin Xiaozhu, held a grand wedding ceremony, and they were only one step away from becoming husband and wife. .However, after the wedding that many people still haven't figured out, the 20-year-old Denglou and Qingxin Xiaozhu collapsed overnight, and Wei Zhuangheng was replaced by Wei Zhuangheng, who was ten times more terrifying than Denglou and Qingxin Xiaozhu combined. Empty was born.

Many people are speculating that Wei Zhuang is just a conspiracy jointly arranged by those who participated in the wedding of Xie He's two families that day.

After all, how could the little-known Wei Feiqing do this?

How can such a prominent and famous sect fall as soon as they say they have fallen?So many heroes who have been famous for many years, why do they say they bow down?

But no matter whether it is a conspiracy or a conspiracy, the status of the former Miss Qingxin Xiaozhu who was married but not married has not been damaged at all, but has become an even bigger lady in Weizhuang.

Now this eldest lady's fiancé from two months ago has disappeared, but she is going to marry someone again, marrying her who is not sure whether to call her a cousin or a cousin, but who actually grew up together like a brother and sister. He is the elder brother of Wulin No.1.

On the day when Wei Feiqing led a group of people back to Weizhuang, Wangyuelou announced that the marriage between the brother and sister was scheduled for the [-]rd of the first month of the next year, which was only a few months away.

This marriage was so sensational that even the regular visitors of Wangyue Tower were so surprised that no one paid attention to what Wan Juanshu said later.

Wan Juanshu murmured: "At the beginning, I said that I wanted to write a story about a gifted scholar and a beautiful lady for someone else, but I'm afraid even he himself didn't expect that the gifted scholar in the story turned into himself when he actually wrote it." ..."

A little earlier than two months, when all the illusions have not been exposed and everyone is still wearing a flowery mask, Wei Feiqing decided to take action himself, so he said to He Xiuyun , Will write a story about a talented man and a beautiful woman for her.

Wan Juanshu often thought that Wei Feiqing must have been sincere and sincere when he said those words.

It's a pity that it wasn't the story He Xiuyun wanted.

Even though Wei Feiqing was helpless, he had no choice but to replace the protagonist in the story for her with sincerity and sincerity.

Wan Juan Shu sighed.

Sighing in this life seemed to wake up a person who had been drunk for many days in the hall.

Thousands of books can't remember how long this person has been in Wangyue Tower.

It seems that not long after he came back, this person also came, and since then he has been staying in Wangyue Tower, sleeping and living in the next door's co-sleeper, and when he woke up, he went to the next door's Zuiwangxuan to drink, but then He came to the Sunshine Hall to listen to the story.The one who came earlier than him, drank drunker than him, and left later than him in the daily life, could be regarded as the most loyal one of his repeat customers over the years.

It's a pity that his loyal repeat customer sleeps soundly in a corner every day, and hasn't even met him face to face in the past month.

At this time, seeing that the man's messy bird's nest head seemed to be lifted after moving, he couldn't help but widen his eyes expectantly.

It's a pity that a sound of footsteps interrupted the drunkard's movement of raising his head.

The footsteps were obviously loud like thunder, but to the drunkard's ears it sounded like hypnotism, prompting him to fall back with a thud.

Wan Juan turned his head angrily to look at the entrance of the Rizhao Hall.

A young man in black flashed in from there.

Wan Juanshu couldn't help but widen his eyes the moment he saw the person coming.

The young man in black ignored him, and just went straight to the corner where the drunk man was and sat down.

Today's story has already been told, and even those who had some spare time had already gone to the next door to have a drink and chat, and at this moment there were only the three of them left in the Rizhao Hall.

Wan Juanshu thought a little distastefully, could this person be angry with him, otherwise why wouldn't he even look at him, let alone say hello?

He wanted to rush up to argue with him, but he didn't know what he thought of, but finally died down, but he didn't leave just yet, but unplugged the wine gourd, drank the wine and listened to the corner.

It's just that this corner is a bit too ugly.

The man snatched the flagon from the drunk man's hand without saying a word, poured himself a drink for a while, and when Wan Juanshu could hardly hold back his urging, he said flatly: "I used to drink, at most a few drinks, I dare not drink like the two of you all day long."

He said and spread out his right palm.

The palm is slender and fair, and the shape looks good from a distance, but one can't help but be surprised by the tiger's mouth on the hand, the thick calluses on the fingers, and the dense sting wounds covering the whole hand.

This is a hand that completely belongs to the warrior.

There are few things in life that the owner of this hand is afraid to do.

But he does not dare to drink too much, because he wants to ensure that this hand is always stable, accurate, and in good condition. When he wants to draw a knife, he will draw it. When he wants to cut off a human hair, he will never cut it off. two.

"If a person who practices martial arts trembles, isn't he actively giving his own destiny to other people's hands?"

Wan Juanshu stared blankly at their table, and sighed for a while: "He must have never drank alcohol before, and he must be much more disciplined than you."

The man nodded and admitted: "Now he probably doesn't care whose hands his fate is in."

Wan Juanshu shook his head and disagreed: "Maybe he just needs to go through this difficult time, and he may think clearly soon."

"What if his difficult period is as long as yours?" The man didn't turn his head, but raised his hand and raised the wine pot at him.

Wan Juanshu was stunned, and then laughed: "How can he compare with me? I have never been considered a man in the world."

His martial arts are indeed very high, but most of them are dismantling skills to save his life.He is proficient in all hidden weapons, but it is just his hobby and interest like storytelling.In his heart, he is a teacher, a drunkard, and a storyteller, but he has never really regarded himself as a quack.

But the person who got drunk here for several months was completely different from him.

The young man in black tugged at the corner of his mouth and said suddenly: "Shouldn't you be deeply honored by this?"

Wanjuanshu raised his eyebrows.

"It doesn't matter if he's drunk or sober. After all, I've been listening to your nonsense here for so long." The man sarcastically said, "I'm afraid there will never be another person who will be treated like this."

Wan Juanshu wanted to say that those people who have been listening to my nonsense all day long would be more honored, rolled their eyes, but suddenly changed their tone: "Compared to him, there are two other people who used to be better than him. It would be an honor for me to be older."

After saying this, before the person could speak, he himself was startled for a while, and then looked at the drunkard on the table with different eyes, and sighed with pity for a while: "You idiot."

Originally thought that he was just being depressed here, but at this moment he finally found the answer that this person has been here all day long in his own words.

But that answer made him both sad and helpless.

The young man in black sneered, "You feel sorry for yourself, trash."

Wan Juanshu sighed: "Then what do you want to do so that you are not a waste?"

After a long silence, Kuang put down the jug in his hand, the man said: "After much deliberation, I still feel that my things should be in my own hands to be safe."

Wan Juanshu and the seemingly delirious drunk opposite him were shocked at the same time when they heard the words.

The man snorted softly, "If you treat things that people have long since abandoned as treasures, will they pay more attention to you?"

It was obvious that he was not speaking to Wan Juan Shu, but the drunk man opposite him never raised his head.

The man snorted again, as if talking to himself: "If it really makes people happy, it's fine, but it's a pity that they are all deceiving themselves and others, not as good as bullshit."

When he rarely talked so much, Wan Juanshu felt that what he said made sense.

The drunk must have thought he was reasonable too.

Because he finally raised his head slowly.

It reveals the eyes that were as warm as jade and clear-headed in the past, but now there are only eyes that are red from a hangover.

He raised his head, but the man fell silent.

No one spoke in the hall.

The noisy voices from next door flooded over like a tide.