[Comprehensive] Wearing the martial arts world to be the emperor

The wind rushing up from the bottom of the cliff lifted the corners of the cold-blooded black clothes and hair, and those green eyes obviously did not fluctuate, but it always made people feel as if he would cry in the next second.

His back is straight, his chin is raised high, and his whole body looks tenacious. It seems that no one or anything in this world can break him down, but his hand holding the sword is tightly clenched, and his knuckles are white. The veins on the back of the hand burst out.

He just stood motionless on the edge of the cliff for a long time, until a dragon guard quickly appeared behind him.

The man cupped his hands and said, "Lord Leng, all nine people from Longwei 420 have been found, there are no survivors, and there is no trace of the official family or the young master."

Leng Xue's fingertips trembled, and he asked hoarsely, "Where is Father Fu?"

"Dead."

Leng Xue took a deep breath, walked to the edge of the cliff along the obvious drag marks on the ground, looked at the thick white mist below with his dark green eyes, and said, "What's under the cliff?"

The man paused, and said: "I sent people down, but the bottom of the cliff is too deep and steep, and our people failed to go down to the bottom."

Hearing this, Leng Xue said without hesitation: "I will go in person."

"My lord," the man tried to stop, "this is very dangerous."

It's a pity that Leng Xue is not a person who listens to dissuasion, and few people can change what he has decided.

With a rope tied around his waist, he jumped down where the drag mark had been.

His lightness kung fu is very good, although it is not as good as chasing life, but it can be regarded as the top in the arena.At this moment, it is indescribably dexterous to move and leap on the steep cliff.

Suddenly, there was a flash of light from the corner of his eye, as if he caught a little light.He kicked a few times with his feet, his right hand tightly clung to a slightly protruding rock, and then he looked intently.

It was a half-cut sword blade, nailed deep into the cliff, and looking at the marks where the blade was broken, it was obvious that it had not been broken for a long time.

Leng Xue wrapped his hands with a veil, then took out the severed blade, carefully placed it in his arms, and then went down again.

It's just that the figure seems to be faster than before.

Time passed gradually, and when he finally got down to the bottom of the cliff, no matter how deep his inner strength was, he couldn't help but feel a little weak.But he didn't intend to sit down and rest. Just as he untied the rope around his waist, his body flashed and disappeared in place like a vigorous cheetah.

Leng Xue is one of the famous arresters of the Six Sects. Even though he is now the emperor's personal guard, he has not forgotten his job. It is still easy for him to find traces of human existence in the wilderness.

Looking at the pile of bonfires that had been extinguished long ago, his green eyes dimmed instantly.

Where is he!

Even if he doesn't understand the affairs of the court, he still knows that the emperor's disappearance is a major event and cannot be made public, so now that he knows that the other party is still alive, he can't mobilize people to search for it with great fanfare, and even avoid the government.

He felt very tired, never been so tired, and felt a dull pain in his heart.That cold-blooded person who was as lonely as a wolf and as hard as a rock had a weakness after all.

A weakness that had been there even though he hadn't admitted it and didn't face it squarely.

After reaching the cliff, he sent a letter to the Shenhou Mansion. There were only two words in the letter: Help me!

Although short, it weighs more than a thousand catties!

Yan Jingbai is very hard right now, very, very hard, because he is serving an old man now.

Since the showdown between the two of them, Fang Yingjian had completely put aside the idea of ​​being a monarch and minister, and was even more unceremonious in instigating him because of his own injuries.

Seeing that the other party saved his life after all, Yan Jingbai has always been able to bear it.But he is not a saint, and when he couldn't bear it, he finally broke out.

Throwing the firewood he picked up on the ground, Yan Jingbai glared angrily: "What on earth do you want?!"

Fang Yingkan opened his big innocent eyes, and said aggrievedly, "I'm hungry."

Wronged?How dare he feel wronged? !Yan Jingbai became irritable: "Eat when you're hungry, did I tie your hands or sew your mouth, so you can't eat?! Do you still want me to feed you?!"

"But," Fang Ying glanced at the shriveled fruits, and said with disgust, "This Marquis, don't eat these!"

"You think I like to eat this?!" Yan Jingbai yelled louder and louder, all his demeanor was forgotten, he was wronged?He is more wronged than him, okay! "If you don't eat this in the wilderness, what else can you eat? I also want to have a full meal of delicacies from mountains and seas, big fish and meat, but will it fall from the sky? Or will it grow in the ground? Do you think these wild fruits come easily? This is all I have worked so hard to find, okay! Do you think climbing trees is easy? Do you think I can transform into a superman and fly around in the sky like you?!"

Fang Yingkan looked innocently at the emperor walking up and down and kept going crazy, his dark eyes blinked, then blinked again, and then suddenly interjected, "Who is Superman?"

Yan Jingbai's breathing was stagnant, and his whole body was sluggish like a deflated ball. He said so much about his feelings, but the other party didn't take it seriously at all, so what the hell is he talking about!

He stretched out his hand, spread it in front of Fang Yingkan, and said unwillingly, "Bring it!"

"Huh?" Fang Ying looked puzzled, and hummed a shallow nasal sound.

Yan Jingbai said impatiently: "Aren't you going to change your meal? Let's use the sword. I'll try to see if I can hunt some wild game back."

Fang Ying looked at him playfully, then slowly pulled out the Blood River Sword wrapped around his waist, and handed it to him.

Yan Jingbai took the sword and left without looking back.He was afraid that if he looked at that face for a while longer, he would not be able to resist giving him a sword.

Fang Yingkan leaned against the tree trunk, squinted at the distant figure, turned his eyebrows and eyes, no longer the innocence and childishness just now, but became unpredictable and profound.

"Zhao Huan..." He chuckled lightly, "It's interesting!"

The sun was setting, the night was gradually covering the earth, and the sky was dark blue.

Fang Yingkan sat there and waited for a long time, when he was almost falling asleep, Yan Jingbai finally came back.

Just like when he left, he carried a sword when he went, and he still had a sword when he came back, looking very embarrassed.

Fang Yingkan looked at the drenched man in surprise, and asked in confusion, "Did you fall into the river?"

Yan Jingbai glared at him fiercely, took out two fruits from his bosom as usual, put them in front of him, and said: "Only this, if you like to eat, you will be hungry if you don't like to eat!"

Fang Yingkan raised his eyebrows, he guessed what happened to the other party almost instantly, and couldn't help feeling very funny for a while.

However, he would never really laugh out loud, and it would not do him any good to piss off the other party.

Fang Yingkan bent over, picked up a small stone from the ground, then flicked his fingertips under Yan Jingbai's astonished eyes, and quickly shot it upwards.

Fluttering, a bird fell from the branches, struggled twice and remained still.

Yan Jingbai stared at all this dumbfounded, and said after a while, "Why didn't you say it earlier?!" Thinking of the scene where he chased a pheasant all over the mountain, and finally fell into the lake and almost choked to death, his anger was burning It was burning hot again.

"I thought it was just hunting, and the officials were totally capable of it." Fang Yingkan's expression was as innocent as he wanted.

Hell innocent!Yan Jingbai really wanted to beat him up, but soon he found out very sadly that he was definitely not his opponent when it came to beating someone!

If you rely on your status to suppress someone, what is the possibility that the other party is willing to be punched by you? !Yan Jingbai thought seriously.

Fortunately, Fang Ying accepted it when he saw something good, and didn’t dare to offend him too much—although he offended quite a few—again, he followed the same pattern and knocked down a few birds from the forest, and he smiled at Yan Jingbai as if asking for credit. laugh.

Yan Jingbai silently covered his face, stopped looking at him, turned around and started preparing for their dinner.

It was getting dark and the bonfire was burning.

Yan Jingbai held the sword in one hand and the bird in the other, ready to shave and kill!

Looking at his posture, Fang Ying's eyelids twitched, and suddenly he had a bad feeling, and couldn't help asking: "What are you doing?"

Yan Jing gave him a blank look, and said coldly, "Could it be that you want to eat both the fur and the internal organs?"

Fang Yingkan's face became more serious, he pointed to the sword in his hand, and said: "So, you plan to use my Blood River sword to shave the hair and cut open the abdomen?"

"Otherwise? Do you have other alternative weapons?"

Fang Ying was silent.

Yan Jingbai lowered his head, started to shave, and complained while shaving: "Do you think I want to use it to shave? It doesn't take my hand at all!" His tone was full of disgust.

Fang Yingkan's eyelids twitched even more.

Yan Jingbai doesn't know how to cook at all, but if there are no utensils, no seasonings, and even the fire is a blazing bonfire instead of a gas stove, you can't expect the food he bakes to be delicious.

In fact, he is already very good at cooking.

Fang Ying looked at the dark piece, and his brows were furrowed. For a moment, he even wanted to throw away the things in his hand and choose wild fruits again.

However, it seems a bit late.

He glanced at Yan Jingbai who was staring at him, and took a bite of the black flesh as if he was going all out.

It's so... unpalatable!

Fang Yingkan chewed hard, trying not to spit it out.A strange smell of charcoal and blood spread among the taste buds, testing his nerves all the time.

Yan Jingbai nodded in satisfaction. After working for a long time, the feeding was finally successful.

He took a bite of the wild fruit, looked at the other pieces of roasted bird meat, bowed his head in thought, and put two in front of Fang Yingkan, and wrapped the rest with a handkerchief, and said as he wrapped them : "I'll put these away first, and I'll give you breakfast tomorrow."

Fang Yingjian's breathing stopped, and his handsome face instantly collapsed.

Is this self-inflicted? !