Hidden Sword Kills the fish-lipped Jiluo

The moon shines on the sapphire, the place where the fragrance of pills and medicines rises. One person sits quietly, with a piece of piano and a shadow. He closes his eyes and listens to the panic-stricken disciple kneeling behind him, with a calm expression.

"...Central Plains Cultivation Dao led the crowd to attack. I am afraid that the disciples who were sent to disperse the soul-casting stones failed and they found clues. Now the suzerain is asked to leave the sect quickly for refuge. We, the disciples, will swear to protect each other to the death."

After hearing what the disciples said, the superior remained calm and said softly, "Songjie."

The disciple lowered his head a little: "Yes, suzerain."

"Do you still remember when you first met me?"

The disciple's eyes flashed, and he said: "It was that year when the disciple was oppressed by his fellow disciples. When he was being used as a test medicine, the suzerain rescued him. The kindness is so vast that the disciple cannot repay even a thousand deaths!"

Li Chuhuang smiled, and said lightly: "So, the kindness is so great, is it right for you to take the so-called 'retreat' for me..."

The disciple's face turned pale for a while, and his throat suddenly tightened.

Li Chuhuang didn't seem to realize it, and fiddled with the strings leisurely: "Sacrificing a benefactor to gain a way to retreat is a wise move that is very sensible, but it's a pity that the method is clumsy and inferior."

"Sect Master...Sect Master, spare me!" The disciple hurriedly kowtowed until blood flowed profusely, but when he kowtowed for the third time, suddenly a cold light flashed from his waist, and the sharp blade stabbed at the back of Li Chuhuang's heart. Touching a moment, he was suddenly rushed away by an irresistible energy, and then a white light flashed in front of his eyes, and he didn't even have time to scream, and turned into bone fragments in an instant.

"People, they are either as wise as a monster, or they are pure and innocent. People who pretend to be smart and have duplicity are the most... disgusting!" As he murmured, his eyes suddenly turned blood red, but quickly turned back to darkness.

Your kindness is as heavy as a mountain, and you will protect each other to the death... How dare you guys dare to say that.

Now that many vicissitudes have passed, it seems that the only person who swears to protect each other to the death is only a short life in the previous life, and such a little girl... At that time, I thought, it was just childish, who didn't seem to be able to see life and death clearly, so he faced a person with extremely evil intentions. The people gave their lives lightly.

The uncontrollable distaste for people's fickleness is more like a kind of fear. I chose to be the first to betray, and when the girl grows up, will it be better to see her eyes that may no longer be clear?

The extension of the unconscious evil spirit, accompanied by low mocking laughter, fell silent.

It wasn't until he sensed that a strange figure was approaching in his senses that a trace of a different color flashed across his dark eyes.

"Yes... a foreigner is here."

Coincidentally, he was about to...kill someone.

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"...In the end, what kind of grievances and grudges do you have with this young master of the Qingyu Altar? I left it to Xun Xiao, so why would you put yourself in danger?"

"The child has no mother, it's a long story... If you talk too much, you will cry."

The Taoist priest was particularly interested and said: "Is it similar to the entangled relationship between love and hatred like in "The Overlord of the Wild Evil Lord"? Personally, the twisted melon is not sweet. You can consider finding the best one in Kyoto." The famous Iceman, maybe this trouble will be solved after waiting for 50 years."

"Xie Qingliu! Believe it or not, I'll use you as the model to write a savage pet of Second Uncle Ye after Li Chuhuang goes out?!"

"Pindao's current name is Qinghe."

"Don't make trouble, little pet."

"..."

Compared with the lower level with beautiful vegetation, the upper level of Qingyu Altar can be called a wonder.

Fireflies flicker everywhere, and the sky is full of stars extending all the way to the end of the sea of ​​clouds. This scenery, even if you look at it for a few years, may not be eclipsed...

Where he is, it is always like the external impression he gives people. People have to linger on the false appearance when they first met... The only fault is that the false appearance is too amazing.

Qinghe is a romantic person, even if he is in the enemy's camp, he might as well take a stroll in the garden to enjoy the flowers and the scenery. Judging by his posture, it seems that he really wants to bring three or two pots of good wine, and invite friends and friends to read and splash ink on the scenery.

At this time, I suddenly heard the ancient silk tree coming from afar, and the other party caressed casually, and the sound of the piano rose and fell, which lasted for a long time.

Ye Ershao closed his eyes and listened for a while, then suddenly asked Qinghe, "Do you believe that Qin is the voice of the heart?"

"...The atmosphere is majestic, like a vast sea of ​​smoke, and the dragon hides in it...the sound of the piano." Qinghe couldn't help but sigh: "Forgive me, I can't believe that this kind of piano sound can really be played by the head of the evil cultivator... If the piano is really like him , you and I can stop fighting now."

"That's right, I have always believed in this before. I have listened to the sound of the qin ever since, and I feel that the person playing the qin is a good teacher and helpful friend that is hard to come by in the world, and even..."

Even, admirers.

Smiling, he pressed the hilt of the sword tightly, reminding himself that he was here to seek revenge.

Walking across the jade steps with great strides, walking back and forth between the corridors, as if under some kind of guidance, the pace is slow and brisk, and the fighting spirit in his heart is inexplicably burning.

Until a pool of sapphire white clothes was reflected in the field of vision, and the bright moon set, the more he saw his body was clean, elegant and picturesque.

Sensing the person coming from behind, Shensi paused, as if there was an accident, but the sound of the piano continued, and he couldn't hear the ups and downs in his tone:

"I thought we would meet old friends, but I never thought it would be a new face."

But the second young master of the Cangjian family smiled back, the heavy sword edge was ground, and the sharp edge reflected the bones of the sword.

"After the fierce battle, maybe you will remember."

The epee has no front, and it is a great skill.The light sword swims the dragon, flying thousands of miles.

The music stopped.

Looking back for a moment, I saw a bright yellow body. Although it was an unfamiliar face, the familiar clear eyes made the violinist's sinking soul a little stinging.

"When we meet again, we don't need to say much, and our swords will meet!"

It is you.

All my life, I hated betrayal the most, but now you are facing me with swords, as expected...

But it didn't hurt as expected.

The player who played the piano gladly responded: "Okay."

The qin player has no weapons, and uses the qin as a sword, and the sound can kill thousands of miles.

In Qing He's eyes, it was an extraordinary battle. The sound of the piano player's sound and song directly broke the heart and soul, but it aroused the fighting spirit of the sword player even more. Sometimes they compete with the qin players for the melody, and sometimes they are in harmony with each other.

The swordsman stared fixedly at the opponent's eyes. He could feel the opponent's life being slowly eroded between the sharp edge and the body, the soul screaming in pain, and the sword in his hand became more and more sluggish.

Pinghu Duanyue passed by, and there was a breeze in his ear, indifferent.

"Ah Luo, are you still hesitating?"

"My heart is hesitant...but the sword won't."

When the voice fell, the epee was in hand, and the peak was inserted in one stroke, breaking the body protection of the Qin player, and the crane returned to nothing, and the body of the Qin could no longer be maintained.

In the next moment, blood was splashed all over his eyes.

The light sword still leaves a ray of life, and the heavy sword pierces the heart, obliterating there is no way.

Seeing the swordsman's eyes gradually filled with shock, Li Chuhuang felt amused for some reason.The gloominess between the brows, which was originally heavy and difficult to get rid of, slowly unfolded, and the seemingly eerie and beautiful face slowly precipitated the lead, and the gentle and bright eyes were refined.

"This song, you finally learned it proficiently... I am very happy to be a teacher."

That's right, that look belongs to Gu Lanxiao.

Which one is your fake face, and which one is your real face?One thought of kindness, the sea of ​​sins has no abyss, and the return period is over, but love does not always mean letting go.

Do you know how much I want to ask you to get back the promise you made me to be a hero, to be with you for a lifetime?

And deep in the sea of ​​hatred, how should the disaster of Qionghua and the hatred of the dead be appeased?Blood returns to dust, hate returns to soil, you and I know each other... Hatred can't stop, sword can't stop.

Yan Jia Wutear, the swordsman's voice trembled, he was suppressing something, and murmured.

"Thanks to... teaching."

Li Chuhuang closed his eyes, and his voice was almost non-existent: "... all my life... sins... don't think about it."

Don't read it, don't read it, we will see you someday.

……

A long time later, Qinghe recalled that battle, and Ye Jiluo complained why Qinghe didn't help the battle at that time, which caused her Yunqi Songquan Ningyue to almost confess on the spot, Qinghe smiled and said that if he helped the battle on the spot, needless to say Group destroyed.

But now, he seems to be more worried about the second young master's knot in his heart.

"...This is the second time I have sent him on the road. The difference is that this time it is with my own hands."

"How does it feel?"

"I loved it, I don't regret it."

"Hypocritical."

"There is always a trade-off between personal love and righteousness, so that the plot can develop and human society can progress, please understand."

Qinghe thought with understanding whether Ye Ershao's head was filled with grass or grass.

But Yun Tianqing couldn't understand, he was very angry.

Because Ye Ershao buried Li Chuhuang's ashes at the foot of his family's Qingluan Peak... him!Home!Mountain!foot!Down!

I don't want to share your pain with you!You buried at the foot of my house, don't you want to see you once a year? !

Ye Ershao expressed even more anger about this, what's wrong with seeing me once a year? !What's wrong!At any rate, it was the love of skipping class while reading pornographic books together in those years. There is no base love, but also a comrade-in-arms friendship. What the hell kind of reaction are you doing!Take advantage of the opportunity of sweeping the grave every year to see what happened to you when you are old? !Is it easy for me to die on Valentine's Day, love or I kill me!Others celebrate Valentine's Day, I can only celebrate Lantern Festival, who knows!This is so heartless!

Ye Ershao ran away angrily.

It just so happened that Qinghe wanted to meet his old friend after explaining the aftermath of Qingyutan, so he followed Ye Ershao back to Kunlun Mountain on the way.

At this time, Ye Ershao discovered that the map of the Qionghua faction had changed, returning to the previous state from the Zhanluan Qionghua map, and the devastated Qionghua Mountain Gate had already been repaired at this moment, returning to its previous fairy appearance.

"...The Qionghua Yuding Yunhai of the Eight Views of Kunlun really deserves its reputation."

In contrast, Qinghe is completely in the mentality of playing, looking at the mountains and waters, and the pleasant smell of wine that radiates from him from time to time is obviously even accompanied by wine.

If he didn't wear Taoist robes, he might look like a young man from a noble family who came out to hang out.

Just after the flames of war, Qionghua disciples are very sensitive to outsiders now, but they are clear and generous, but they seem to be making things difficult for themselves, and they let them go as soon as they pass the invitation.

Ye Ershao faintly felt that something was not right, Qionghua was under martial law, for some reason, he found a senior brother of Xu character generation to ask about Xuan Xiao's situation, but his eyes flickered, and he was vague.

"Where are the three elders, Zong Lian, Chong Guang, and Qing Yang?"

"This... Elder Zonglian has been wandering around for a few months, and the two elders of Qingyang Chongguang have retired..." The Xuzi generation brother still doesn't know who Ye Ershao is now, and he only thinks that he is an outside disciple brought out by Elder Chongguang, but see He was aggressive and could not help but feel guilty: "Brother Rong, let me tell you something, the head of the sect is now Martial Uncle Suyao, and there are others who will shake the position of the head of the sect...don't pay attention to the matter of the forbidden area."

Qinghe listened for a while, but didn't understand what it meant, Fuchen pressed Ye Ershao's slightly trembling shoulders, and said in a low voice: "You don't need to intervene in the internal fighting of the sect, and Xun Xiao is not a mediocre person." , I believe Xun Xiao is fine."

People's hearts are chasing profit, so what?

After the teeth were cold, Wuming became angry, and he couldn't help but use his strength to throw a living person in front of him off the platform.

Although he couldn't die, the murderous intent was obviously serious.

Surprised.

"You... how dare you attack your fellow disciple?!"

"So what?! Save the nonsense, those who stop me today, just fight, I hide the sword, but if I take a step back, I will never go to Qionghua!"

Anger intertwined, but no one stepped forward, accompanied by deep sorrow.

The old "why Qionghua died" has gone unknowingly with the end of the Taiqing era, and now the blood is no longer, everyone in front of me, panic like rats and ants, or is it the Qionghua I know? !

Turning back to Qing He said: "If you stay here, they won't make things difficult..."

Qinghe smiled slightly, and said brightly and brightly: "Three days after you leave, you should look at each other with admiration, but according to your words, Qinghe respects your pride, why not stand side by side with you?"

The author has something to say: In fact, this chapter is to write about Qinghe from the side. He has gone through two battles with Jiluo respectively. He chose to respect the opponent once, and chose to intervene in Yisuke once. The nature of the two battles is different. Qinghe’s choice It is different, it can be seen that he is a very transparent person.

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A soldier of the people, a hard-working spitting worker, Aunt Xue, after many rescues, gave up treatment, and officially entered v on February 2014, 2 [this Sunday], at around 16:[-] pm on the same day, three more [-] words... for Why every time I write a v notice, it looks like an obituary ==

Well, I'm not going to make a fuss, here's the plot preview——

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In the 19 years of Xiaoyao Jianghu Road, who will accompany you on the road, and the music will accompany you... One life is evil and the other is good, who will play a solo Qingshang song for whom, washing away all the lead?Who puts a cup and a pot for whom, can you see clearly how people feel?Accompanied all the way, who is the luthier Duyou?

The little hand was not held, and when I looked back, the silent Yun had already left the group and married his son, and his life was complete.When angry and vengeful, I hear that the beauty is gone, the phoenix has no return, and Qingluan follows...

After many years of wandering, I captured the old man's son and returned to Qionghua, only to see that my second uncle had given up treatment in the late second year of secondary school. In a blink of an eye, five heroes ascended to Qionghua. The second uncle has become a man who can drop Xuanjing, and his favorability is 32 Like.

Xie Yi's disappearance is a mystery, and nothing can be found.On the way to explore, I returned to Beijing with my youthful appearance. At first sight, the bloody prince fell in love at first sight, and hurriedly engaged. The young prince of the next-door state’s family escaped from marriage and went away. Break the strings?