Hit it off

That night.

Xue Changying suddenly opened her eyes when there was a faint sound of shifting on the street.

Yun Hanqing was still in a deep sleep.

Xue Changying slid out of his arms gently, put on clothes, shoes and socks, got out of bed, walked to the window, and jumped out from the open window.

Xue Changying walked over the wall into the Martial Arts Hall with ease, walked straight to the courtyard where Lin Yinyin was resting, heard whispers coming from inside, pushed the door open and entered.

"What are you guys talking about? Are you planning to release the news and make a fuss about the martial arts competition in the morning?"

As soon as Xue Changying entered, Lin Yinyin and Xu Heng looked at him as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

He tilted his little head, and said innocently: "Let me guess, are you trying to say that Yun Hanqing, the master of Yujian Villa, is colluding with the leader of the Demon Sect and intends to control the Martial Arts League?"

Seeing the expression on Xu Heng's face, Xue Changying knew she had guessed right.

He looked at them one by one, and finally fixed his eyes on Lin Yinyin's face, and said lightly: "It seems that losing one of your hands is not enough to make you remember."

Lin Yinyin smiled lightly, "This is Yanwu Hall, what do you dare to do to me?"

The next moment Lin Yinyin couldn't laugh anymore.

Xue Changying pulled out a knife, it was a scimitar, without any gorgeous decorations or carvings on the outside, it was unremarkable, the whole body was filled with black air, and there was a faint red light, which sucked people's sight tightly. go in!

It was a magic knife.

Xu Heng also saw Xue Changying pull out the saber, but he didn't see his movement clearly.

Lin Yinyin had been split into two pieces from head to toe and fell down.

A look of extreme horror appeared on Xu Heng's face.

Xue Changying said: "Have you seen it clearly, Lan Siyu is not the master of Chengling now, and there is no master Bai in Sky Eagle Fort anymore!"

"If you still don't understand the situation, I can only send you down to accompany your good apprentice."

"If I hear anyone in Jianghu say that Yun Hanqing is wrong, I will use your head to block their mouths!"

As he spoke, he looked up at the window, estimated the time, worried that Yun Han would find him if he woke up, so he used lightness kung fu and left in the air.

Xu Heng seemed to be drained of strength all of a sudden, and collapsed to the ground.

At this moment, a pair of exquisitely crafted, spotless snow-white boots stepped in slowly.

The owner of the boots has the most beautiful and handsome appearance in the world, his steps are calm and elegant, and he has a gentle smile on his face.

Xu Heng trembled slightly, because that smile was the smile of Yumian Shura when he killed someone!

Yun Han said in a warm voice:

"Take your apprentice's body and go back to Diancang immediately. If I hear someone saying that my baby is not good, I will wash Diancang with blood."

"Your master has already been sent to Huangquan by my own hands, I don't mind sending you off again."

As he spoke, he turned around gracefully. Under the faint moonlight, he was as beautiful as a fairy.

When Xue Changying returned to the bedroom, Yun Hanqing was still sleeping.

He climbed onto the bed lightly and slipped into Yun Hanqing's arms.

Yun Hanqing kissed his forehead in a daze, and said vaguely, "Baby."

"Hey, here we are."

Xue Changying responded and fell asleep leaning against his chest.

He was too tired, so he didn't notice the corners of Yun Hanqing's lips curled up slightly, smiling like a stealing cat.

==

The rooster crows at dawn.

Yun Han went to the martial arts arena early in the morning.

Today is the competition between Lan Mo and the Four Great Schools. Because Xue Changying was disqualified from the competition, she sat in the auditorium with Shen Qing and Lan Xing.

Shen Qingdao: "I don't know what happened to the Diancang faction, Xu Heng rushed back to Diancang overnight."

Lan Xing said seriously: "He ran really fast, I haven't killed him yet."

Shen Qing frowned, "Why did you kill him?"

"He yelled at the young master yesterday!"

Shen Qing smiled and said:

"If it wasn't for Lan Mo's ugly appearance, or you two would be a good pair."

"Boom-"

When the gong sounded, the martial arts competition began, and it also drew the two people's attention back to the center of the martial arts competition stage.

Everyone saw that after the two people in the middle of the stage hugged each other, Lan Mo slapped out a palm, and Jun Yueming's body fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string, spurting blood from his mouth.

Seeing this, Xue Changying immediately stood up, wondering why Lan Mo suddenly hit Songshan disciple hard.

The master of ceremonies stepped onto the stage and signaled for a pause in the martial arts competition. Several people came and carried Jun Yueming down. Xue Changying left the auditorium and followed those people into the lounge of the Martial Arts Hall.

After those people moved Jun Yueming to the bed, they backed out again.

Xue Changying walked up and was about to feel Jun Yueming's pulse when Lan Mo walked in.

Xue Changying frowned and said, "Lan Mo, what are you doing so hard?"

"In case something goes wrong, how do we explain it to the Songshan faction?"

Lan Mo didn't say a word, Xue Changying turned around again, at this moment Jun Yueming sat up straight with a carp, spat out the blood bag in his mouth with a "bah", and said with a bitter face: "This pig blood is too It stinks, vomit—"

Only then did Lan Mo say: "I didn't hit him, he flopped himself."

Xue Changying coughed a few times, patted his arm, pretended not to care, and said, "Ahem, I have wronged you..."

Another person came in, it was Yun Hanqing who was dressed in white clothes.

Yun Hanqing said:

"Jun Yueming is seriously injured, and he will have to rest for about a month to recover. He is unable to fight again. The next match between Lan Mo and Wudang should be Ruhui."

Xue Changying glanced at Jun Yueming, who was alive and well on the bed, and said, "Wudang's bastards are hard to talk to, aren't they?"

Yun Hanqing nodded.

Xue Changying revealed her identity, and after a little deliberation, she knew that Lan Mo was also from Chengling.The jealous Qiu Zhenren would never agree to let members of the Demon Cult enter the martial arts hall.

Not only that, every time he sees Yun Hanqing now, he always looks as if he hates iron but is ashamed of Yun Ruohan.

Xue Changying stretched out her hand to hold Yun Hanqing, and said obediently: "Don't worry, if Lan Mo can't defeat a bull-nosed man, he will be called Chengling's number one swordsman in vain."

As he spoke, he turned his head and smiled slightly at Lan Mo, "Lan Mo, don't let the water go, let them have a good experience of the martial arts of our demons and heretics."

Lan Mo responded, holding his Erliang sword, and slowly walked out of the lounge. His back was straight and his back was stalwart, like a hero who stands up to heaven and earth.

Before Lan Mo had gone out for half a stick of incense, another person was brought in to the lounge. That person was wearing a black and white Tai Chi Taoist robe, and it was Ying Ruhui from the Wudang School.

Followed by the exasperated Qiu Zhenren and the enigmatic Situ Xiao.

Qiu Zhenren pointed at Xue Changying's nose and said angrily:

"You...you...you Chengling are so capable!"

Different from Jun Yueming's fake injury, Ying Ruhui suffered a real internal injury and could barely move. She would have to lie in bed for three months to recover.

Xue Changying said obediently: "Daoist Qiu, don't be angry. I'll talk about Lan Mo carefully when I turn around. He obviously let him release the water. Why did he use three successes and beat him seriously? I will punish him when I go back. Great punishment!"

At this moment, Lan Mo, the instigator, also came in.

As soon as Xue Changying saw him, she stretched her neck and shouted: "What's the matter with you, Lan Mo! You are clearly told to lighten your hands and release water if you can. Is this Ying Ruhui tofu? You just let you chop it up like this." ?”

Lan Mo said honestly with a straight face: "Young master, he is too careless."

The furious Qiu Zhenren: ...

Ying Ruhui, who couldn't speak because of the severe wound: ...

Yun Han said in a warm voice: "Swords have no eyes, so it can't be all blamed on Lan Mo."

Xue Changying said in fear and trepidation: "We didn't think about it either, who knew that Daoist Qiu's closed-door disciple was so ungrateful... Hey, speaking of it, Lan Mo's martial arts ranks 320th in our Chengling, and he usually can't get on the stage !"

Ying Ruhui vomited a mouthful of blood again.

Yun Hanqing held back a smile and led Xue Changying out of the lounge, and Lan Mo naturally followed suit.

Yun Hanqing said:

"The next game is against Shaolin's Master of Silence."

Xue Changying said:

"Master, how old is he this year?"

"I don't know."

This time, the abbot of Shaolin Temple did not come to serve as the judges of the selection meeting, and this master who does not speak, only knows his profound Dharma, and has never appeared in the world. He is the chief disciple of Bodhidharma Academy, and he is also the next Shaolin Temple. host.

Shaolin Temple has always been a well-known decent sect that Xue Changying respects very much, because Shaolin Temple's Sutra Pavilion is all-encompassing, and there are countless peerless martial arts and minds, and they have always been independent and uncontested.

Xue Changying said worriedly:

"Only disciples who have practiced the profound exercises of the Sutra Pavilion can enter the Bodhidharma Court."

He said to Lan Mo:

"Lan Mo, click as long as you want, don't hurt yourself!"

Lan Mo responded, stepped down, and flew into the center of the competition arena.

And on the competition stage, there was already a person standing there.

The man was dressed in half-worn cassocks and gowns, clasped his hands, raised his eyebrows, and was tall and tall. He had been waiting for a long time.

Xue Changying couldn't help muttering:

"So young...so handsome...so dignified..."

He said three good things in a row, and Yun Hanqing became jealous, but he had to agree with Xue Changying's words.

Although Master Wuyan shaved a shiny bald head, he has a handsome appearance and a solemn Dharma appearance. Standing there, he is like a holy Bodhisattva standing there.

Yun Hanqing frowned slightly.

Xue Changying let out a "huh" and said, "Han Qing, have we seen him somewhere?"

Yun Han Qing said: "Tea Lao."

When Yun Hanqing reminded him, he also remembered that on the way back from the Snow Mountain Sect to Yujian Mountain Villa, they passed a certain teahouse, they got off their horses in a hurry, and had a chance encounter with this good-looking Master Buyan.

Xue Changying said:

"His martial arts are very strong."

Then he added, "Unfathomable."

Martial arts practitioners are good at restraining their aura. The higher the martial arts practice, the harder it is to detect the aura. Not to mention...

"If he doesn't make a sound, no one will notice him. Even if he stands in front of me, I may not know that he has martial arts."

Yun Hanqing said: "Baby, how can you praise others like this in front of me."