Heartless

The traffic in Guancheng is complicated, and the imperial court can't take care of this border land. The great chieftain Mu He, who is known as the "land of nine soils", took advantage of the situation and took control of a large area in the northwest and southwest.This trip to arrest important criminals of the imperial court on someone else's territory, although Ye Qianlang didn't want to hide from Mu He's eyes, he also didn't intend to get close to this Lord Tusi, so he asked Luo Wang to find an inconspicuous inn, and clean up for now Wind and dust, rest your feet.

It is the time for ordinary people to buy wine and eat.The wind and rain are about to come, and the sky is warm for a long time. When you look up, you can see three parts of purple and seven parts of red, just like a beautiful woman wearing a robe and dancing with long sleeves, adding a little bit of charm to this ancient city in the frontier.

Although Xiao Er didn't recognize this flying fish suit, he could tell from the expressions of these twenty people that they were definitely not someone to provoke.Immediately obeyed the order, accepted the gold handed over by the other party with a smile, drove out the few customers in the store, and prepared good wine and food.

Shaking off all the dust and dust, and changing into an ordinary brocade robe, Ye Qianlang was alone in the room, sitting cross-legged on the couch with his eyes closed.

It is the critical moment of exercise and healing, and outsiders must not be disturbed.Luo Wang consciously stood at the door of the room with a knife in his hand, his eyebrows and eyes were solemn and rather sinister.

If the Big Dipper is placed in the main points of the body, the Xuanji Yuheng will return to their respective positions.Qi going to the sky, Qi shed, mutton, Shen Zhishui, Tianshu, Dantian——Suddenly felt that the true Qi was not flowing smoothly, but was startled by the cold air in his body, Ye Qianlang trembled all over, his complexion turned pale suddenly Crimson and purple, and forced to exercise for a while, when he opened his eyes, he spit out a mouthful of dark blood.

Since he tore off the brocade robe, he saw that his heart had been bruised and purple from the cold, like a birthmark from his birth.

"My lord!" Seeing Luo Wang, he was so worried that he rushed into the room regardless of etiquette.

Without saying a word, he jumped onto the couch, sat cross-legged behind Ye Qianlang, lightly pushed his palms, and poured his true energy into the opponent's body continuously.

Luo Wang has practiced a magical skill since he was a child called "Twelve Classics of Heaven and Kun", which are divided into two parts: "Six Classics of Qiankun" and "Six Classics of Kun". Enter.It's just that in the past two years Commander Ye's attacks of cold poison have become more and more frequent, Luo Qianhu has gradually abandoned the Six Classics of Kun, and single-handedly attacked his masculinity.

Luo Wang's qi was in a hurry, wishing to expel all his energy, but no matter how much the zhenqi in his palm was consumed, he felt like a muddy cow poured into the sea, the cold qi in Ye Qianlang's body did not decrease a bit, nor did he reject it. Resist, there is a trace of extremely soft chill coming against it, as thin as a spider's silk hair, constantly searching for gaps to drill into the bone...

"Your internal strength is too shallow, why waste your efforts—"

The voice was not sure, the coldness in his body suddenly increased, Ye Qianlang, who had been doing exercises with his eyes closed all the time, changed his face, opened his eyes, turned around and attacked Luo Wang's face with a palm.

Luo Wang subconsciously reached out to catch it, but he was not Ye Qianlang's opponent in the first place. At this moment, the opponent's cold poison was on the verge of losing all sanity, and the strength of his hands became even more ferocious.

Barely blocking two palms, Luo Wang was pressed under Ye Qianlang's body, his clothes were ripped open, the other party buried his face in his neck, and bit down - gurgling hot blood flowed from his neck, and bursts of cold air at the same time stimulated him. Entering the body, Luo Wang gritted his teeth and endured it, but for a moment, his face was blue from the cold, and even his eyebrows were covered with a layer of hoarfrost. He even thought that if he could cure the other party's cold poison, it would be good.

The cold in Ye Qianlang's body subsided, he wiped the blood around his mouth, and sat cross-legged again, while Luo Wang at the side collapsed with all his strength, frozen like a snake in the twelfth lunar month.

It took a long time to get up, but he blamed himself and said, "I study the Twelve Classics of Heaven and Kun whenever I have free time. However, my qualifications are mediocre, and I have never been able to understand the profound meaning of this scripture, and I can't dispel the cold poison for adults..."

"It's not that your aptitude is mediocre, but you think too much." Ye Qianlang opened his eyes again. Although his complexion was a little better than before, he still looked like a dead person.

Now that the two of them are close, Commander Ye nearly became obsessed with the cold poison attack, and it was rare for him to let go of his aura of being tall and tall. His eyes swept over and fell on the other person's face.

Luo Wang hurriedly lowered his head and said, "I don't dare to be humble."

Suddenly, his right eye lit up, it turned out that Ye Qianlang pushed back a piece of his hair that blocked his face.

I saw a burn scar hidden under the hair piece, the granulation was ferocious, completely ruining an otherwise handsome face.

This hand was as beautiful as cold jade, with no warmth at the fingertips, caressing his cheek in a meandering way.

Perhaps it is common to see heavy rain after a sandstorm, and the house is so stuffy that it almost makes people's breathing stagnate.

A pair of pitch-black phoenix eyes were close at hand, Luo Wang felt guilty that he was too ugly, and didn't dare to overshadow the sharpness in his eyes, so he just lowered his eyes and said, "Even a month ago, a humble job could use the internal strength of the six meridians as a basis for me. My lord has protected himself from the cold air a little, but now it has no effect, could it be that the insidious poison of Wu Yin Burning Heart Jue has already flowed through the whole body?"

Ye Qianlang stroked the scar on the opponent's face with his fingers, and his tone was so indifferent that he seemed to be discussing other people's life and death: "I have practiced almost all the pure yang martial arts in the world these years, but unfortunately none of them are useful, I am afraid that the cold poison in my body is the most You can also restrain yourself for another three months."

"What about in three months?"

"Insanity or death in three months."

Luo Wang asked impatiently, "My lord, is there no other way?"

"Perhaps there is another way." Ye Qianlang seemed unwilling to say more, raised his hand and patted the other person's face, with a little tiredness on his face, "Go out and watch."

He closed his eyes again, but this time he was not practicing the inner strength of the Spring and Autumn Saber Technique, but placed his palms upwards on his knees, as if he had entered meditation.

People have settled down, but the heart is rarely not very peaceful.

Commander Ye is born with a cold temper.Thinking about the promotion and several changes of masters along the way, it is mostly due to the discord and unbelief of the couple.In fact, it is not for the sake of fame and fortune. I think that when he was young, he encountered the disaster of "the crops are not grown, and everyone eats each other". He saw his parents and sisters starve to death one by one. It can be seen that although this person is not very obsessed with family affection in the world, his survival instinct is like a beast.

Right now, the cold poison attack is unbearably painful, Ye Qianlang can't help but think of the feeling he had with that person before, it is said that he was 17 years old and served as Jin Yiwei, and he has seen all kinds of martial arts masters during his time, but he has never seen such a thick and exquisite internal force , to the utmost yang and to the strength, just to interact with the five yins and burn the heart...

A single blow.

Even if there is no Lu Linchuan, he still wants to find him.

"My lord..." Seeing Ye Qianlang's sullen face, and his speech was silent, Luo Wang swallowed the last words, sighed softly, and turned around to guard the door.

The sun is gradually heading west, casting a mottled light and shadow on the ground in front of the window, returning to a golden thread again.Behind the mud window, an old owl pounced into the sky, and its cry was piercing. Perhaps the waiter in the shop had already prepared the food and wine, and when he sniffed it, he could smell the tantalizing smell of meat.

The light in front of the window has disappeared, the oil lamp has not been lit, and the inn is extremely dark and quiet.Standing in this greasy and narrow dark place, Luo Wang quietly waited for a rainstorm, but his mind suddenly brightened. Instead of the desolate Western Regions in the last years of the apocalypse, he saw a field of peonies in the 38th year of Wanli.

The Ming Dynasty flourished and then declined. Emperor Wanli had no suburbs, no temples, and no government. In the middle of the court, civil officials competed with each other. In the harem, eunuchs and eunuchs each invited favors. At that time, the most powerful person in the Ming Dynasty was not today's [-]-year-old Wei Zhongxian , but Wang An, who promoted the eunuch of Li Bingbi.

Even eunuchs know how to raise children to prevent old age. Wang An planted ten thousand peonies in a mansion in Beijing, took in another group of children, and sent people to teach them martial arts, because he had always been close to the Donglin party members. , and selected a few outstanding ones to send to Zuo Guangji to study.

It was then that Luo Wang saw Ye Qianlang for the first time.

I still remember that day when the peony flowers were so beautiful, but my first impression of this person was mediocre. I think Luo Wang was the oldest of this group of children at the age of fifteen, and Ye, who had just entered the palace, Qian Lang was the youngest among them, a baby boy of eight or nine years old, skinny and boned from hunger, his face was no bigger than a peony flower in full bloom, it was difficult for anyone not to bully him.

Little did they know that this baby boy would be reborn after being raised for a few days, his face was like a porcelain plate and his arms were like tender lotus roots, and he was even more lovable.All the other children called the calm old eunuch "Mr. Chang", but he was the only one who called Wang An "Grandpa".As long as Wang An came to visit these little ones in the house, he would cling to him as if he was a relative, timidly tugging at the corner of Wang An's clothes, saying "Grandpa", and staying with him wherever he went.

I don't know if it's the intimacy and comfort of this word difference, Wang An really likes Ye Qianlang very much, every time he sees him, he would hold him on his lap, and sometimes tell him some principles of loyalty to the monarch and the country, Sometimes I would tell him some interesting stories about the imperial confinement, a white-haired old man cuddled up with a soft glutinous dumpling, which was a bit like being fond of grandchildren.

It's a pity that good flowers don't always bloom, and good times don't always stay. Not long after Emperor Tianqi ascended the throne, Wang An lost power to Wei Zhongxian.Wei Zhongxian spied on the power of Dongchang and conspired with the Ke family to eradicate Wang An, and by the way, he had to erase the "remnants" of his house.

There are dozens of people in the house, except for a few old servants, the rest are orphans and widows adopted by Wang An.There are four big weak crowns, and the youngest is only in his teens, each of them is impassioned, thinking about how to fight to the death, but Ye Qianlang has disappeared.

When we saw each other again, the peonies were broken by the heavy rain, and the masters of Jin Yiwei had surrounded the old house, and the No. 1 person who came in was a young man——

The flying fish suit on his body had been soaked by the rain, Ye Qianlang was holding the embroidered spring knife upside down, his eyes were clear and handsome, and his killing intent was serious.

In the heavy rain, he paused word by word: Wang An is dead, those who descended will be pardoned, and those who rebelled will be killed.

Some people dared to be the rebellious head goose, and the other chicks were startled and frightened, and they surrendered.

But it was a surrender, but a young girl with bright features and eyes started first—after she put down her sword, she walked in front of Ye Qianlang and spit at him unexpectedly.

Except for Luo Wang, the rest of the dozen or so also followed suit. Ye Qianlang didn't argue or argue, and calmly took more than ten mouthfuls of spittle.

Wei Zhongxian originally wanted to cut the weeds and wipe out all the roots, but seeing Ye Qianlang's superb martial arts skills, and seeing that he strangled Wang An himself, he waved to his subordinates and said, Wang Anyang's things can come in handy, if Those who are willing to submit to our family, please stay.