honey with flowers

【Lie Lie Fengqi fills his robes so loosely and full, his posture is still the same as before. 】

"It has nothing to do with me whether you have confiscated or not. Since this is not your apprentice, you should go quickly." The woman looked to be in her twenties, with white clothes and black hair, and she couldn't tell in her eyes. His indifference—as if he has experienced all the brilliance, is as transparent as glass, and can almost see the thoughts of others at a glance.

After saying this, the woman in white stretched out her hand and pushed, and the invisible palm force in her palm was aroused.

An extremely strong wind instantly swept up the many layers of rhododendron petals that had fallen on the ground—like a cloud, they burst out and spread around.

The man in the Taoist robe sighed bitterly, turned around and climbed up to the roof against the wind—the lightness of his body was like white clouds all over the sky, and he flew up in a flash, without any deliberate traces.

Looking at the petals below like waves, a bit of helplessness and a bit of enduring sweetness rose in his heart.

That day when he learned that the people in the ancient tomb had disappeared, he thought that in the end of his life, he would be the only one left. Wan Duan, but loves him to the depths of a woman.

A long time ago, he had a nightmare until dawn, but when he opened his eyes, it was still the same room, the most famous Taoist room in Quanzhen Sect, where all kinds of Taoist books and the head teacher of mysterious martial arts were placed. Room.His seven apprentices took him as an example, obsessed with martial arts, and almost gave up love, but they didn't know that the master they admired and once blindly followed was just a villain with a guilty heart. Everyone knew that he was Huashan. On the sword, number one in the world, Wang Chongyang, but no one understands that he also had lingering feelings and dreams-this is the most sincere work of a man, and it is also the most complete life of a man.

At the moment when his heart was ashamed, he thought that after he lay in the coffin, only the life of the first half of his life contained his heartbeat and joy in this life.

However, now, to meet this person again after traveling through a dynasty hundreds of years later, even if she looks at him coldly and hates him to the bone every day, but being able to meet him every day, there is nothing better than this.

——Everyone dies once, so there is nothing to be dissatisfied with.

The proud pretense and the willingness to bend over are all in an instant.He is no longer young, and he can make up for it from scratch with his life in vain.

"Don't be annoyed, I still have something to say." Wang Chongyang jumped down from the eaves, he put one hand behind him, leaned forward, and the other hand was already firmly on Huamanlou's wrist—a closer look, This man is really good-looking, even though he is still sleeping, it is not difficult to see the unusually soft facial features - this is a man who loves to smile, and his gentle expression can easily win the favor of others.

Smiling is not the same as laughing loudly, it is a quiet and happy smile, maybe for a blooming flower, maybe for a tree, maybe for a little thing that others don't care about.

Sometimes a smiling person is happy enough without making a sound.

Wang Chongyang raised his brows. It is undeniable that the youth's temperament is as gentle as jade from the inside out, which suits his eyes very well... But if it is just because of this that Yu Luocha judges him as his disciple, I am afraid it is not enough. .

He also pointed at Huamanlou's veins, and his slightly raised brows finally frowned slightly.

"What are you going to do again?"

Wang Chongyang smiled wryly, but when he thought that she was willing to talk to him today, a gentleness flashed in his eyes inadvertently: "You don't trust me that much...Although I treat you...but I will definitely not use any means to stay." He sighed, his voice sank a bit, slightly hoarse, but it seemed to be saying to himself: "For you, I won't."

The woman in white snorted coldly, glanced coldly between his brows, and couldn't help but also lowered her eyes to look at the man in Huajian, staring slightly, and said coldly: "Is there something wrong with him?"

"Toxins seep into both eyes, and you can't see anything." Wang Chongyang put down his hand, and gently brushed the two big holes on Huamanlou's neck. The rhododendron that dripped from the palm of the hand rolled from a weak petal into the ground and disappeared.Wang Chongyang straightened up, turned to look at the woman in white, pondered for a moment, and hesitated for a moment: "He is a man after all... you want to keep him?"

Hearing the hesitation and reluctance in his tone, the woman in white sneered slightly, and immediately changed her mind: "Naturally, he must stay, he is not your apprentice, and you don't care what I want to do with him— —Maybe one day when I get emotional, I want him to be my apprentice."

"I didn't teach my apprentices before, so I must make up for it now. After all, even if there is another person named Wang Chongyang in this world, it doesn't matter much."

She also pointed to the pulse on Hua Manlou's wrist, opened his eyes with cold fingers to check, and it was indeed lifeless eyes - the toxin remained in the eyes for more than ten years, and had already entered the nerves around the eyes , a pair of eyes are almost necrotic, if you really want to heal your eyes, I'm afraid there is only one way.

Everyone knows that the number one in the world is Wang Chongyang, but they don't know that there is Lin Chaoying in the ancient tomb who can be equal to the number one in the world. What's more, her inheritance has never been only martial arts, but also piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Medicine and Poison Kit Kat, every inheritance is exquisite——

So what if the eyes are necrotic, if she wants to do something, just change his eyes.

Wang Chongyang has been observing her expression, and seeing her eyes move slightly, he knew what she was thinking of. He stretched out his hand unconsciously to touch her shoulder, but suddenly stopped in mid-air as if thinking of something, and then slowly Withdrawing, he clasped the other hand behind his back, his knuckles turning white.

"You want to change his eyes?"

"Why not? As long as you change your eyes, you will be able to see clearly." The white silk in his hands has already carried the person from the flowers to the bed in the house. With a murderous look, her tone did not fluctuate at all, and she took it for granted.She remembered that when she was studying medicine, the master once said that when you want to save someone, you never need to put your mind on other things.Kindness and cruelty are never predetermined for a healer.

Wang Chongyang was dumb, shook his head, and said with a bit of helplessness in his tone, "No one would want to give their eyes to others."

"There are so many treacherous and evil people in the world, they may be able to change their appearance if they lose their eyes, not to mention - just picking out one of those people you have killed in the past is enough to give him a pair of eyes, why bother to be so benevolent .”

"...Maybe he doesn't want you to do that."

Lin Chaoying's eyes were cold and sharp, "You are the 'good person' who upholds justice, so is it possible that you want others to think the same as you?"

Wang Chongyang stared into her eyes, and suddenly laughed out loud—he was originally an extremely handsome man, but now he shaved his beard, but he looked like he was in his 30s. Lin Chaoying was confused by the meaning of his youth, and all kinds of emotions came to his throat for a while, wishing to nail him to the wall with a handful of silver needles, and never see him again.

She suddenly thought of chasing this person for half her life when she was a teenager, but she couldn't get back her true heart. She was depressed in the ancient tomb every day, so that she was disheartened, so she could only force herself to indulge in martial arts, remembering the helplessness of the first half of her life time.

——Even if you are dripping with blood, and your heartache is unbearable, no one can really feel the pain that is gnawing away at your heart day by day.

When there is a name engraved in the heart for too long and too deep, when you want to pretend to be relaxed and raise your hand to wipe it off, even if you cut off the flesh and blood next to it, you may not be able to see the trace.

Wang Chongyang turned around slowly, raised his head, and closed his eyes to affect the setting sun, "Sister Ying, why don't we make a bet."

The wind blew up and filled his robes to the full, his posture remained as imposing as before.