love yourself again

Ling Junwu leaned on the bridge railing with one hand and looked at the surging river: "Miss Xu, I already have someone I love, so Miss Xu should find another marriage!"

"No! I am infatuated with you, and I will never marry anyone else in this life. You..." Grief appeared in those bright eyes, and tears slid down, wet the veil.

Xu Qianfei tore off the veil covering her face, revealing a charming face: "My lord, don't abandon me..."

"Miss Xu was joking, she never owned it, so why give it up?" Ling Junwu shook off his sleeve, stroked the dust that didn't exist on it, turned and left without hesitation.

Seeing the person in her heart leave heartlessly, Xu Qianfei reached out and grabbed Ling Junwu's sleeve in desperation, carefully pulled the corner of the sleeve, and looked up expectantly.

The reflection in those eyes seemed to be her whole world, as if treating the most precious treasure in the world, she was careful not to move, as if she would shatter if she moved, and fall into the abyss, never to see each other again.

Ling Junwu pulled back his sleeves, Xu Qianfei's persistent and firm hands could not catch the heartless person in front of him after all.

"Why? Young Master..."

"Heh!" Ling Junwu sneered, thinking of his more ruthless brother, feeling cold in his heart, he leaned into Xu Qianfei's ear and whispered, "Miss Xu, because I fell in love with my brother."

Xu Qianfei froze on the spot as if she had fallen into an ice cave. The veil in her hand fell off at some point, floating on the water, getting wet, and finally sank.

She no longer knew when Ling Junwu left, the tears in her eyes could no longer flow out, her whole body lost strength, she leaned limply on the bridge railing, staring blankly at the clear river.

In the dark, a pair of concerned eyes stared intently at the beautiful figure on the bridge. He couldn't hear what the two people on the bridge said, but he could see the heartbroken woman, and murmured a few words in her mouth. words.

"Fair..."

Xu Qianfei caressed the cold bridge railing, suddenly showed a beautiful smile, stepped over the railing and jumped down resolutely.

"Phil!"

The river quickly submerged her body, the pressure came from all directions, and a four-lung cracking cry came to her ears in a daze, but at this time she had given up everything, the voice seemed to be the Fang family who received her hydrangea that day. The second young master, Fang Hui.

Although it is not considered a cold day, the icy river water is enough to freeze people to death, let alone Xu Qianfei who can't swim and wants to die?

Fang Hui felt that his heart had stopped beating due to fright, so he rushed to the bridge and jumped down without hesitation, grabbed the figure that had sunk to the bottom, and swam to the shore with all his strength.

His whole body was already stiff, and he fell down as soon as he reached the shore, and the last thing left in his eyes was that pale and beautiful face.

Ling Huisheng leaned on the couch, and hanging in front of him was the quaint love mirror. In the mirror, there were figures of a man and a woman. The two stood on the bridge. .

"...Because I fell in love with my elder brother."

Leaning on the soft and comfortable couch, looking at everything in the mirror, Ling Huisheng shook his head with a chuckle: "Jun Wu! It's really..." The smile gradually subsided, he got up and picked up the mirror to put it away, and let out a sigh. "After all, I lost my mind. It turns out that I am still my own catastrophe!"

Ling Junwu returned to the mansion in a happy mood, looked at his brother's closed door, and watched with a fixed smile.If he was really ruthless to himself, how could he react like that, and how could he stop himself from marrying a mortal woman?A mortal's life is only a hundred years, and it is only a short moment in the eyes of a cultivator. After it passes, it will disappear in the long river of time, and finally be dusty in a corner, and maybe it will never be remembered again.

"Brother, you can't let go of me after all. The more than a hundred years of getting along with you, the endless love and teaching, can you let go?" Putting your palm on the door, you chuckled, "If you don't have me in your heart, how can you treat me? I have desires? Do you really know your own heart? Brother!"

Pushing open the door, I saw a man lying on the imperial concubine's couch in the room. He seemed to be taking a nap with his eyes closed. The veil he had worn on his face for many years had been removed. He was very familiar with that handsome face. I am exactly the same, but I don't know why, seeing this face still makes my heart beat.

No matter how similar they are, I know that some things are different after all.

Ling Junwu walked over lightly, and slightly bent down to look at the man who had raised him for many years. This was his elder brother, his only relative, and his beloved.

Gently imprinted on the lips in front of the eyes, let out a laugh: "Brother won't you reject me?"

Ling Huisheng opened his eyes, pushed away the person covering him, propped his chin and looked at the somewhat complacent person with a calm attitude.

After a while, she got up slowly, and the long hair scattered on the couch poured down like running water with the movement of her body, and finally stayed docilely behind her back, with a few locks scattered on her chest.With a romantic charm and a peerless beauty, the viewers can't help but be infatuated.

"Jun Wu, for you, I am really confused, but this is not love. I can never let you go, I love you, but just like loving myself, I will never have a heart of admiration for myself, you understand ?"

"Hmph! Brother's words are too unreasonable." Ling Junwu reached out and grabbed a handful of that soft long hair, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed lightly, "Could it be because you and I have the same looks? If so, brother is too superficial, I didn't know that my brother was such a simple person."

"Of course it's not because of this, you... hey!" Ling Huisheng pulled back his long hair, "If you want, I will accompany you for the rest of your life no matter what. As for love, I may not be able to give it to you. I just hope you don't hold any grudges." to me."

He was the only one left in the room, looking at the place where this person walked just now, he put his hand on it and stroked it, it was too quiet here.

Lying slowly on it, he suddenly laughed: "Brother! Don't you think that what you said is too contradictory to what you did? Could it be that you can't even see your own heart clearly? I I was taught by you, and I am now shaped by you. No matter what I do, you should bear the consequences. Even if you regret it, it will be too late. Ling Huisheng, you can only belong to me, Ling Junwu !"

The weather is getting colder and colder, winter has come.

Another lively happy event happened in Liuzhou City. Fang Hui, the second young master of the Fang family, married Xu Qianfei, the daughter of the Xu family.

The groom is gentle and handsome, the bride is beautiful and charming, besides Xu Qianfei throws a hydrangea ball to invite relatives, this hydrangea ball just happened to be picked up by Fang Hui, isn't this a heaven-sent marriage?

As for the fact that Xu Qianfei fell in love with a mysterious man and even threw herself into the river because of it, it became the topic of chatting among people after tea and dinner.

Perhaps Xu Qianfei still has a suave and handsome man in her heart, but she has put him in the deepest corner of her heart, hiding him carefully, and outsiders may never find out.

It was snowing lightly today, and the fine snowflakes were floating in the air, but it was not very cold.

"Brother Ling! Are you at home?" Fu Shuangyun shouted standing in front of the Ling residence.

The door of Ling Mansion opened silently, and Ling Junwu appeared in front of Fu Shuangyun with a smile on his face.

"I said, Brother Ling, are you from the Ghost Clan? You are so elusive, I didn't even feel Brother Ling's aura at all."

"Brother Fu still likes to joke so much, I don't know why Brother Fu is here today? Please!" Ling Junwu stepped aside and motioned for the young hero to come in.

Fu Shuangyun looked excited, and said as he walked into Ling's mansion: "In a few days, Cangyun Mountain will hold a Jianghu Sword Discussion Conference. At that time, all the heroes of the Jianghu will be present. It must be very lively. Countless exquisite swordsmanship, duel It will appear in front of the world, which Jianghu people will not be moved?"

"It seems that Brother Fu is ready to participate in this Jianghu debate?" Ling Junwu said to the people around him, and from the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the corner of the clothes that flashed at the corner of the corridor, and the corners of his lips were involuntarily raised.

"Of course!" Fu Shuangyun looked very high-spirited, "I wonder if Brother Ling is willing to participate in this sword competition?"

"Sword Discussion Conference!" Snowflakes fell on the tip of the nose, feeling cold in the heart, "It sounds interesting, let me tell my brother about it."

Fu Shuangyun turned her head and chuckled: "Looks like Brother Ling's family education is very strict!"

Ling Junwu raised his eyebrows, strode to the front, his clothes fluttering, this movement is really as comfortable as flowing clouds and flowing water, and there is arrogance in that demeanor, such a person is rare in the world.

In this way, Fu Shuangyun was very rudely left behind by the master.

Ling Huisheng was still wearing a veil, sitting leisurely in a chair padded with fox fur, different from his usual cold posture, but now he looked lazy, looking at his younger brother with a trace of Gentle and pampering.

Every time Fu Shuangyun saw Ling Junwu, his elder brother, he couldn't help being more careful. Although Ling Huisheng seemed to be about the same age as them, this mysterious man made him dare not be presumptuous. It seemed that he was not facing people of the same generation, but rather those unpredictable seniors.

But it was a peculiarity that this imposing man wore a veil at home for some unknown reason.

Fu Shuangyun stood on the sidelines with careful eyes, watched Ling Junwu squatting down beside her elder brother, moved closer, and said very affectionately: "Brother, there is going to be a sword debate in Jianghu. Assembly, I want to go and see."

Ling Huisheng glanced at Fu Shuangyun who was standing beside him, and smiled slightly: "If Jun Wu wants to go, go!"

"Brother..." After a moment of silence, he didn't say anything to let his brother go with him. He got up and turned around and asked, "Brother Fu, when are you leaving?"

Fu Shuangyun glanced back and forth between the two, and said heartily: "Cangyun Mountain is a little far from Liuzhou City, so we are going to leave tomorrow."

"Okay, then we'll set off tomorrow."

In the early morning of the next day, the snow had already stopped, and just as the gate of Liuzhou City was opened, several horses galloped out of the city at an extremely fast speed, but they disappeared after a while.

This group of people is Ling Junwu, Fu Shuangyun, Shu Langyue, the owner of Langyue Villa, and Qin Xu, the amorous son of "Flying Flower Sword", and the purpose is naturally a sword debate on Cangyun Mountain.