[Ancient Sword] Chu Gong Qionghua

Patting him seemed a little aggrieved, "I just trust you too much and know you too well, there are some things..."

"What exactly is it that made you stay in Wumeng Linggu..." Yin Qianshang almost interrupted him, speaking in a hurry, but did not continue.

Ouyang Shaogong was silent for a moment, then smiled again: "What are you talking about? I was only sixteen or seventeen years old at the time. How could I go to such a remote and exotic place?"

He paused, as if thinking of something, and said again: "I heard from Tu Su that Wumeng Linggu is his hometown. Did you see other young people and mistook him, or... Blame me for not telling you Wuxian's identity, so that I can't tell you Wuxian's identity. You turned into Yin Qianshang?"

Yin Qianshang shook his head: "The world of mortals is unrestrained, that is the life I really want. I think it was you who saw it and deliberately concealed my identity. It is considered a fulfillment. I should thank you for that."

He said that he had already sat on the table, obviously hated to maintain such a stable image, put Ouyang Shaogong on the shoulder as always, and said in a low voice: "Tell me, why did you go to get it when you were destroyed in Wumeng Linggu?" Take away the souls of all the living?"

Ouyang Shaogong's eyes froze, and his hands could not help but slowly curled up. He lowered his eyes and curled his lips and said softly: "Who told Qianshang this? Looting the soul of the living is painful to death. Superbirth is a very serious matter, Qianshang thinks I'm so cruel?"

"I recognize you." Yin Qianshang's vicissitudes-filled face was very serious. He looked at Ouyang Shaogong eagerly, hoping to get the answer he wanted, "Shaogong, I saw it with my own eyes. At that time, I was about to die." Dead, breathless, you didn't see me, but I saw you."

Ouyang Shaogong stood up at once, turned around and took a step back, his wide sleeves fluttered down, like a fairy who came suddenly, the table in front of him cracked little by little, made a harsh creaking sound, and finally collapsed with a loud bang.

"Thousands of glasses..." Ouyang Shaogong's sigh-like voice seemed to contain many secrets, which was intriguing.

For the first time, he wanted to kill this person, but he really didn't want to do it, and it never even occurred to him.For Ouyang Shaogong, anyone can be a friend, but no one can treat him like Yin Qianshang.

Yin Qianshang didn't want to listen to what he said next, and was also afraid of hearing it, so he hurriedly said: "It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it, and I don't want to go back to Youdu, why don't you go to find Huashang, as long as you think you can drink and laugh with me, Send a message anytime."

Ouyang Shaogong's heart moved, he opened his mouth, but he still didn't speak. He straightened his sleeves and restrained all his sharpness.In the end, he still didn't tell Yin Qianshang, he gave Huashang a drop of soul-absorbing water.

"Will Qianshang want to leave?" Ouyang Shaogong asked with his head down.

Yin Qianshang nodded, Ouyang Shaogong looked at him, and said seriously: "I don't want to be your enemy. In this human world, besides my wife, only you are the most important to me."

"Shaogong, oh Shaogong..." Yin Qianshang smiled, this kind of smile belonged to Yin Qianshang, and made those who saw it happy, "You really have a lover."

Ouyang Shaogong said softly: "I'm not a lover, my wife is infatuated and stubborn, I can promise him a mortal heart."

"You really have a level of numbness, I don't remember you getting married." Yin Qianshang didn't ask who that person was, although he was very curious, he didn't dare to ask at this time, and he couldn't ask.

He opened the door and went out, looked around, found no one except Nan Wuyu, came back and whispered to Ouyang Shaogong: "I'm leaving now, don't tell Qingxue."

Ouyang Shaogong still smiled gently, as if there would be no other expression on his face, he watched Yin Qianshang leave, his peach blossom eyes bent into crescent moons.

The door was open, but Yin Qianshang still jumped out of the window and left. He never seemed to know that there is such a thing as a door in this world.

No.90 once

When the medicine was cooked, there was a gurgling sound, and the white steam rushed straight up. Hongyu squatted in front of the stove, holding a fan in one hand, but stared at the soup in a daze.

I thought that as a sword spirit, with a heart of admiration, he could always be by his master's side without any disturbances. However, since he came down to Tianyong City, everything has changed too fast, and things seem to be different in a trance.Hongyu never begged for anything, but now she only wishes for her master to be fulfilled with her beloved.

After 300 years of cultivation, she became an immortal, but now her demons are in turmoil, and she still needs to be suppressed with drugs. Zi Yin is originally infatuated, and loves people more than life and death.The word love is so hurtful.

"Ouyang Shaogong." Hongyu murmured unknowingly. Even when he pronounced the name, he was extremely gentle and sighed bitterly, "He is like snow and water in the cold abyss, and Jun is like a peach blossom in troubled times. I love the beauty of you. Willing to live for you..."

No matter how cold and lonely a person is, he will be lonely and fall into tenderness. Seeing this peach blossom style, which is unique in the market, how can he not fall in love with it, and pay for it for the rest of his life when he sees it.

Someone answered her words and seemed to know what she was thinking, with a clear and gentle voice: "Even if you become a fairy or become a demon, you will never look back."

Hongyu seemed to be awakened, looking at the decoction in front of her, feeling a little annoyed.

It was Ouyang Shaogong who spoke, and the boiling soup was about to come out. He extinguished it with a wave of his hand, took a porcelain bowl, rolled up his wide sleeves, picked up the hot medicine, and while filtering it slowly, he said: " Asking for nothing, gaining but losing again, so worrying about gains and losses, he has repaid the pain of a word of love."

This is something an outsider can say, which makes the hearer feel depressed and sigh silently, but Ouyang Shaogong is so calm.

Hongyu didn't think it was wrong, she couldn't see through Ouyang Shaogong, and she wouldn't judge him arbitrarily, so she bowed to him and said, "Mr. Ouyang, the master will take care of you."

But Ouyang Shaogong shook his head: "From now on, I can't get close to him, and everything is still at your fingertips."

He cleaned up the medicine residues, wiped the rim of the bowl clean, took out the spoon and washed it several times, drained the raw water before putting it on, and did all the trivial things carefully, not because he was more distracted by Ziyin, but because It's just a habit, and I can't tell what kind of closeness is.

Ziyin was impetuous due to his inner demons, and needed Ouyang Shaogong's company. Hongyu didn't quite understand what he was doing, and his tone was very forced: "Mr.

"I'll talk to him." Ouyang Shaogong took two steps with the bowl in his hand, then turned around and said, "I hope Hongyu can make him feel at ease."

Hongyu didn't speak, seeing that he was gone, she went out and leaned against the door frame, looked left and right to make sure that he had left, then put her hands on her hips, curled her lips and said, "I can make him feel at ease, what else can you do."

Although Ouyang Shaogong is gentle, everyone around him knows that he is a very strong person, but Zi Yin's love is soft and domineering, no one can control him, such a person with a clear mind is obviously lenient and kind and knows how to advance and retreat, But Ouyang Shaogong was a little out of breath.

Like soft silk entangled little by little, getting into the blood, becoming tighter and tighter, spreading madly everywhere.

Ziyin doesn't care about the past, but he can't tolerate sand in his eyes, and he demands this love with unreasonable thoughts. It is true and sincere, it will never fade, and it can't be changed in the slightest.

A down-and-out god who has been through the soul for a thousand years and cannot retain a complete memory, no matter what, he can't do what Ziyin did.

No one knew Ouyang Shaogong's pain, the feeling of being clutched in the heart, splattered with blood, and filled with honey, was perfectly hidden by him and melted under the tenderness.

Love can't get enough, Ziyin is tired of love, and Ouyang Shaogong is not tired. After being tired for thousands of years, he can't have a moment of comfort. Sometimes he feels that he is a walking corpse, who has already died in this world.

Although the weather is good, it is also winter at this time, and the medicine is no longer hot.

Ouyang Shaogong just raised his hand, but the door opened by itself. Baili Tusu seemed a little happy to see him, he took a breath, called "Sir", and went out first.

Ziyin was sitting in the room with his eyes downcast, silent, and there seemed to be an inexplicable cold aura about him, spreading everywhere, no wonder Baili Tusu wanted to leave so much, Ouyang Shaogong laughed when he entered Said: "Don't be angry, the young man can't stand you as a master."

"When will I be angry with you?" Ziyin raised his eyelids and glanced at him, said lightly, but he had already stood up to meet him.

Ouyang Shaogong paused, still said with a smile: "I'll count them down, don't scare you."

Zi Yin finally smiled, and couldn't hold back the corners of his mouth. He raised his hand to take the medicine bowl, and also wanted to grab Ouyang Shaogong's hand, but he was gently knocked away, as if avoiding it unintentionally.

"Come and drink the medicine, it won't be bitter." Ouyang Shaogong still said softly, put the medicine bowl on the table, and stirred it with a spoon.

Zi Yin sighed softly, hugged him from behind, parted his long hair and kissed the back of his neck, his soft lips made people tremble violently, Ouyang Shaogong felt that the hairs on his back were exploding Standing up, I was too tense to move.

"Murong...Murong, what are you doing?" Ouyang Shaogong's voice was a little unsteady, he suddenly squeezed the spoon tightly, and the medicine spilled out.

Ziyin didn't speak, but leaned against his body and closed his eyes to listen quietly. There seemed to be a gentle sound of the piano coming from Ouyang Shaogong's body, which made Ziyin hold him tighter.

Ouyang Shaogong grabbed Ziyin's hand, pulled him off, and pushed him out, but it was too late, Ziyin bumped into a low cabinet and made a loud noise, he bent down in pain, and the cabinet creaked Yaya seems to be falling apart, blood is already flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"Murong..." Ouyang Shaogong felt that he was about to split apart, he grabbed his hair, walked a few steps closer and stopped.

Ziyin wiped off the blood, sighed and said: "Your Fenglai really wants to kill me, it seems that even you can't appease me for a while, so I dare not approach."

Seeing that he was testing himself, Ouyang Shaogong had nothing to say for a while. He was so smart, what else could he say, and he could only smile wryly: "I'm in danger at any time, I don't want to fight with Laier, I want to It’s also hard to convince it.”

Ziyin hooked the corner of her lower lip, stood up