Hit it off

Yun Hanqing had a dream.

In a world of ice and snow, there was a person carrying him on his back.

In the dream, he was still a teenager, about ten years old, he seemed to be seriously injured, his whole body was on fire, his voice could not speak, he could not see the face of the person under him clearly, he could only see his slender and white neck, The body seemed to be very thin, and he heard him say, "Be patient, be patient, we will be there soon..."

The cold wind howled, and the boy's last voice disappeared in the wind.

Yun Han woke up.

He was pillowed on Xue Changying's lap, and Xue Changying gently pressed his temple.

Yun Hanqing opened his eyes and looked at the wooden roof and said softly:

"I always feel that such a scene seems familiar."

"Have we met somewhere?"

"Han Qing, what are you talking about?"

Xue Changying blinked her big innocent eyes, "You have been hit by the Burning Heart Gu, and your sanity is still a little confused right now, don't think about it, just sleep for a while."

He spoke in a soft voice, pressing Yun Hanqing's temple with appropriate strength, sleepiness struck, and Yun Hanqing gradually fell asleep in his soft voice.

Xue Changying looked at his unparalleled handsome face quietly, with infinite tenderness and affection in her eyes.

"Little Lord."

A black shadow quietly disappeared.

Xue Changying sighed secretly, and said:

"Uncle, I don't remember you."

Lan Mo, who was sitting in front of the car and driving the carriage, was in a state of confusion just after he recovered. He resisted vomiting blood and said, "Young master, we are the same age..."

Xue Changying said seriously: "Really, so I'm so old..."

As he spoke, he sighed again.

Lan Mo was originally not good at words, and couldn't hear Xue Changying's teasing, so he just said dully: "Young master, just now, how did you recognize Lan Yue?"

Xue Changying asked doubtfully:

"I don't know her. Didn't she say her name is Lan Yue?"

"Then how can you speak Miao language?"

"I don't know either, it just rolled out by itself."

Lan Mo asked with determination:

"You really don't remember anything?"

Xue Changying touched Yun Hanqing's cheek, looked at the floating clouds in the sky, and said:

"Only some vague fragments."

He knew that the girl was the owner of the Miao Pavilion, and the people in the Miao Pavilion were all descendants of the Miaojiang Gu King, and they all practiced Gu poison since childhood, especially Lanyue and Lanxing.But Lan Xing was born able to communicate with birds and beasts, but Lan Yue was cultivated by the day after tomorrow, and had to rely on external forces, such as using the rhythm to control the sparrows and leopards. As for why he knew who he was, but he was confused and couldn't remember. It's true.

Lan Mo was very hurt.

The young master remembered Lan Yue who came to kill him, but couldn't remember Lan Mo who protected him.

Xue Changying felt Lan Mo's loss, and said, "Uncle, don't be sad. Maybe it's because you look too ordinary, so I didn't remember it."

"Plop" sound

Lan Mo sprayed blood and fell from the car.

"Come here, the pavilion master is vomiting blood again from the young master's anger!"

Xue Changying said solemnly:

"This uncle is really not funny."

"Which uncle?"

Yun Han woke up, and looked at Xue Changying with a half-smile.

Xue Changying's eyes lit up, and she said happily, "Han Qing, you're awake!"

Yun Hanqing lifted the curtain of the car, and the horse walked in front automatically, not knowing where to take them, so he pinched Xue Changying's face, crying and laughing: "Baby, just let the horse take us into the gutter ?"

Xue Changying said: "Uncle was still riding horses outside just now, and now I don't know where to go."

"He saved me?"

Xue Changying thought for a while, and after he carried Yun Hanqing into the carriage, Lan Mo came to drive spontaneously, and also brought Ganoderma lucidum wine to relieve Yun Hanqing's residual poison, which could be regarded as saving Yun Hanqing, so she nodded.

Yun Hanqing thought that since that person saved him, he should not be an enemy, so he didn't think about it.

At this moment, faint cries came from a distance.

Yun Hanqing listened attentively, "Baby, did you hear anything?"

Xue Changying also listened carefully for a while, her expression gradually became serious, and suddenly her expression changed, she stretched out her hand to cover Yun Hanqing's ears, "Don't listen!"

But it was still a step too late, Yun Hanqing had already opened the curtain first and got out of the carriage. In front of the carriage, in the middle of the road, sat a thin young man in ragged clothes, wiping his eyes and crying.

He cried very sadly, and also cried very depressingly, with fine sobs overflowing from the crook of his arms.

Yun Hanqing walked forward, and he didn't know why his voice was so gentle. It was unimaginable for a young man to appear for no reason in the wilderness, but he only asked softly: "What's wrong with you? Whose child is it?"

The boy's body froze, and then he slowly put down his hands, and raised his extremely handsome face, it was Yun Hanqing's own face!

"Well!"

Yun Hanqing's mind was unstable, and he forced himself to swallow the blood in his throat.

He stood up straight, surrounded by a vast expanse of whiteness, without a carriage or a boy.

He knew that he had been under the illusion and entered the illusion created by others.

"Since your Excellency has come, why don't you dare to show your true colors?"

There were true, false, and illusory laughter from all directions.

"Do you think that if a Nemozhi dies, there will be no one in the Magic Pavilion?"

The man appeared to clap his hands.

Yun Hanqing heard the sound of babbling opera again, the cries of men and women, and finally the scene in front of him flashed, and there was another raging sea of ​​flames.

The clean autumn-colored brocade on Xue Changying's body was already stained red with blood. He held a delicate dagger in his hand and plunged into Yun Hanliu's chest. The blood sprayed from Yun Hanliu's chest splashed onto his delicate chin. Han Liu's body slowly fell backwards, his eyes were full of shock, he couldn't rest in peace, Xue Changying slowly turned his head, his big eyes were black and white, and he smiled at Yun Hanqing.

"Brother, he killed the second brother, you kill him quickly!"

The panicked Yun Hanyu hid behind Yun Hanqing.

Holding the dagger, Xue Changying walked towards Yun Hanqing step by step.

Yun Hanqing's hand slowly grasped the Lengyue Sword at his waist.

The corners of Xue Changying's eyes were stained with blood, and he looked very gorgeous. He was still smiling, and Yun Han said tremblingly, "Brother, kill him quickly!"

There was coldness in Yun Hanqing's eyes, and with a "ding", the Leng Yue sword was unsheathed, the cold light flashed, and a column of blood sprayed straight to Yun Hanqing's chest, staining his moon white robe red.

Yun Hanyu looked at the Lengyue Sword stuck in his chest in disbelief.

Yun Hanqing slowly pulled out Leng Yuejian, and said coldly: "Han Yu, I have never said so much nonsense!"

After the sea of ​​fire dissipated, Yun Hanqing was still standing in the middle of the road, with Xue Changying standing behind him with a worried face.

"Well!"

In front of Yun Hanqing stood a delicate young man, Yun Hanqing had already stabbed a wound in his waist, and was bleeding profusely.

He covered his mouth, scarlet blood dripped from between his fingers, and said in a low voice:

"Jade-faced Shura really deserves his reputation."

Yun Han snorted coldly, and walked towards the boy with his sword in hand.

"Han Qing, be careful!"

Xue Changying shouted.

Thousands of hair-like golden needles came out of nowhere, and the needles rained down densely. The golden needles had no eyes, and pierced through the young man's body in an instant. The tips of the needles shone with a strange color, which was actually poisonous powder.

Yun Hanqing stood straight on the spot, drew out the Lengyue Sword, and turned his wrist, the sword aura brought by the sword tip formed a natural protective circle for body protection, and scattered all the gold needles, the sound of "ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping" could be heard endlessly .

After about a cup of tea, the rain of needles stopped, and the young man in the illusion pavilion had already been pierced into a hedgehog, and had already passed away.

Walking from a distance came a tall man in purple. His sleeves were made longer and wider than ordinary people. When he walked, his sleeves did not move. He was three feet away from Yun Hanqing. stand still.

He glanced at the young man, spit out the word "trash" in a cold voice, with contempt in his eyes.

Yun Hanqing only said:

"Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle, you are not from the Tang Sect."

Rainstorm Pear Blossom is the exclusive hidden weapon of Tang Sect in Sichuan, and the tall man in front of him sneered and said coldly: "Master of Qi Pavilion, Lan Zheng."

The Qi Pavilion ranks sixth among the eleven pavilions in Chengling, and the doormen in the pavilion are good at making all kinds of exquisite weapons, hidden weapons, explosives, etc.

After Lan Zheng reported his family, he waved his sleeves, and two poisoned plum blossom darts flew out from the sleeves, one flew towards Yun Hanqing, and the other towards Xue Changying.

Yun Hanqing stepped down a little, and his figure leaped into the air, raised his hand and used his scabbard to block the plum blossom dart flying towards him, and then slapped another plum blossom dart with a whistling wind, like overwhelming the mountains and seas.

Before Yun Hanqing could stand still, he only heard the sound of the joints stretching out. Lan Zheng took out a three-foot-seven-inch white bone nine-section whip from his sleeve, and "brushed" it to slap the ground. The festival whips were fully unfolded, and the wind hissed towards Yun Hanqing's face.

Yun Hanqing bent back and made an iron bridge. Taking advantage of the moment Lan Zheng retracted the white bone whip, he jumped up violently, holding the Leng Yue sword so straight that he was about to chop off the top of Lan Zheng's head.

Like Miao Pavilion, their Qi Pavilion is not good at close combat. Yun Hanqing's movement was too fast, and Lan Zheng couldn't dodge. He threw three golden needles in a hurry, one golden needle hit Yun Hanqing's chest, and one golden needle Hitting Yun Hanqing between his eyebrows, a golden needle hit his dantian, Yun Hanqing flipped his wrist, and the tip of the sword shook, breaking up two golden needles, and chopped off Lan Zheng's head with a single sword. But it quietly sank into his dantian.

The golden needle submerged into his body, but there was no abnormal movement, no itching or pain, so Yun Hanqing didn't care.

Xue Changying looked at Lan Zheng's body whose head had been beheaded and fell to the ground, and said calmly:

"If you kill Lan Zheng, the Qi Pavilion will have a new owner in a few days."

Yun Hanqing didn't interrupt him, and listened to him continue talking.

"Chengling is a place where the weak prey on the strong. Private fighting with weapons is allowed. If the doormen in each pavilion have the ability to kill the pavilion master, they can replace him."

With a thought in mind, Yun Hanqing blurted out:

"Then whoever kills Lan Yi will be the next leader?"

Xue Changying was in a trance for a moment when she heard the name, and murmured:

"I don't know, maybe so."

"Lan Yi has been the leader of the sect for ten years, so maybe he has something extraordinary."

That's what Yun Hanqing said, but the expression on his face didn't seem to take him seriously at all. He put the Leng Yue sword back into the scabbard, and said arrogantly in a tone that was really nice today, "Whoever No matter how unrivaled in martial arts, I will kill him sooner or later."

Xue Changying really likes to see his arrogant and conceited look, as if there is nothing in the sky and earth that can break him.

"Hmm! Han Qing is the most powerful!"