[Ancient Sword] Chu Gong Qionghua

The pen in Zizi's hand fell down with a bang and rolled to the ground, ink splashed, and he fell backwards.

As soon as Huaiwei caught her, the eyes of the woman in her arms were wide open, she struggled to breathe with all her strength, her heart was actually torn apart, no blood flowed out, it was beating alive, exposed to the air.

"Ji Pu Le..." Huai Wei hugged him tightly, raised her hand to hold the orchid-like flame, trying to heal his wound, but it was useless.

Ji Hongyi grabbed his shirt, ran to his ear, gritted his teeth and said with all his strength: "The devil world... Tianluohu..."

Huaiwei caressed her cheek, leaned her head on his shoulder, and transformed a flame knife into her heart, ending her pain.

The cyan gauze was immediately stained blood red, a smile appeared on the corner of the woman's lips, and she slowly closed her eyes.

Huai Wei helped her up, wanted to put her body down, and was extremely vigilant to the surroundings, but the woman suddenly opened her eyes and sprayed a mouthful of water at Bad Wei.

The woman's divine body completely dissipated, Huai Wei had already hid in the corner of the room, leaning against the bamboo wall, covering her face with long sleeves, trembling slightly.

"Young master!" Mu Zitong rushed in, looked at him but was at a loss, tugged at his wide sleeves, and could only feel a stronger killing intent.

Huai Wei slowly put down his hand, his dark eyes seemed calm and unwavering, very beautiful, but even more terrifying.The vermilion lips are slightly hooked, and the indescribable face looks like it has been torn apart and glued together.

The land of the cathode of heaven and earth, Fenglin Prefecture has weak water, which can counteract Suzaku Yangyan.

Huaiwei's spirit has been dissipated to this point, the weak water splashed nearly half of his face, flowing from the forehead to the tip of the nose, the skin was broken inch by inch, the fine red lines crawled like snakes, and the sticky hot blood dripped on the ground, weird and coquettish, like ghost.

He finally couldn't help it, whimpered in pain, wanted to scratch his face that was eroded by the weak water, raised his veined hand, and managed to control it again.

Mu Zitong hugged him tightly, wanted to comfort him but had nothing to say, wanted to help but was powerless, wanted to cry but couldn't shed tears, she was already a dead thing.

The bamboo house was knocked down by a divine force, Huaiwei embraced Mu Zitong with one hand, and shifted into the bamboo forest, like a white feather falling down in the verdant greenery.The comer has been chased to the front, three black-armored soldiers, the leader is a ochre-robed general, who looks like a boy, and strikes with a long handle.

Huaiwei pushed Mu Zitong away, turned around and landed, Chunyangqin was already in his hand.Half of the face of the white-clothed man was covered in blood, his black hair was flying, and he was murderous all over his body. He was urging his life with the music of his fingers, impatient and violent, making people breathless, shaking the bamboo forest, and blowing wind out of thin air.

The sound of the zither temporarily blocked Chang Suo, but it had already aroused his blood to churn, the general said: "I was ordered to kill the rebel, so it is you, the Fallen Angel."

"Fallen God?" Huaiwei sneered, blood dripping on the piano, "Ru Fujun, whose order are you taking?"

Ru Fujun tilted his head, did not use any more force, and asked: "How did you know my name?"

Huai Wei supported the burning fire in his body, clasped the seven strings on the piano, gritted his teeth and asked: "Tell me, who ordered you?"

Ru Fujun looked at the Feng Wen on his piano, and said softly: "Hua Nong Ji."

Huai Wei was stunned for a moment, he had never heard of this title before, unconsciously searching for those ancient memories, he suddenly had a splitting headache, hissed like a beast, and the seven strings of the zither were broken violently, the power of the sun flames immediately knocked the three gods to pieces. The pawns were burned to ashes.

Rufu Jun retracted his long hair and took a few steps back, fixedly looking at Huaiwei who was in a state of confusion, he seemed to want to say something, but he left the fairyland without waiting for him to say it.

There is no even resentment, Huaiwei only feels desolate, Ru Fujun has been with him for thousands of years, fighting endlessly, life and death, and now he can't recognize him, he really has only himself.Loneliness for thousands of years, tormenting in the world, few relatives and love, as long as one day in the human world, it will not end, no matter what, I must become the prince Changqin.

"Ru Fujun, since we have forgotten each other, let's cut off the friendship between you and me." Huaiwei whispered, and stepped on the Chunyang Qin.

By the shallow stream, Huaiwei was sitting on a stone, her white clothes still not stained with dust, she squeezed a little bit of cuffs and soaked them, washing the blood from her face.Nearly half of the beautiful face in the water was covered with blood streaks, which was terrifying. He mixed the clear water in the stream and turned it into a silver mask, covering his face, covering the upper half of his face.

A woman in black with an umbrella was reflected in the water, and Mu Zitong said in amazement, "Where the fruit in the Yunlin Fairyland is extraordinary, the water here can even reflect the shadows of ghosts."

Huaiwei glanced at her, got up and walked towards the bamboo house.

Two days later, the fairyland enchantment dissipated, and Murong Ziying found it immediately.

This place is full of aura, the bamboo forest is full of flowers, and it is as beautiful as an illusion. The two disciples of Tianyong City have been on the top of Kunlun Mountain since they were young. They rarely see the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River. It is strange to enter this fairyland.

Yun Rong was the first to see the woman holding an umbrella in the bamboo grove. She was so cold and charming, so she grabbed her senior brother, pointed at that place and said, "There is a suspicious woman over there."

Yun Qing told him not to speak, and looked at Murong Ziying.

Mu Zitong was already standing in front of them, raised his eyes to glance over the two of them, and said to Murong Ziying who was behind: "Murong Jun, please follow me."

The two in Tianyong City were left outside the house, Mu Zitong took away the umbrella and invited Murong Ziying into the bamboo house.

The bamboo house is lit with tranquilizing incense, and the fragrance of flowers and trees is even more pleasant. The green mantle brushes the window, and the bamboo shadows are dense. On the bed, a man lies peacefully. mask, only half of his flushed face and lips that were as red as flames can be seen.

Murong Ziying stared at the person on the bed, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with him?"

Mu Zitong said: "It's okay, it's just that the body and soul have been affected a bit, so I slept for a few days to cultivate."

Murong Ziying stepped forward and took Huaiwei's hand, said slightly angrily: "It's absolutely impossible to be so simple, the Yang Yan in his body is too strong, it seems that he can't control it."

Mu Zitong sighed, and said: "The young master just told me, let me tell you, there is one more thing to explain."

Murong Ziying bit her lip and reached out to take off Huaiwei's mask, but was stopped by Mu Zitong and pulled aside.

Mu Zitong said indifferently: "The young master's soul is tied to the dragon's veins. Chang'an City was destroyed. His soul power was greatly damaged and he was very weak. Because of the intrusion of the dragon veins, he could not completely control his soul power. The human body cannot bear his Yang flames. Once he collapsed , it won’t be long before your soul will fly away.”

Murong Ziying looked at Huaiwei's covered face, her eyes were closed tightly, unable to see the expression.He was stunned, and if he didn't get it, he would lose it. Is the prince Changqin really heinous?

"This is what the young master gave you." Mu Zitong took the wooden box on the table, handed it to Murong Ziying, and continued, "The young master released the Yin evil to suppress the yang inflammation in the body, but something happened. , that evil spirit power is no longer enough, it can’t be used anymore.”

Murong Ziying opened the wooden box and found that it was the Fire Spirit Orb, the most precious treasure in the world, so he just gave it to him casually. Using the Fire Spirit Orb to suppress the Yin Sha Land would be overkill.

"I won't let him dissipate just like that. Even if I prefer him, I think the law of heaven is unfair to him." Murong Ziying walked to the window, threw the box to Yun Qing, and said in a cold voice, "This is the Fire Spirit Orb." , you take it to suppress the gathering place."

Yun Qing was so shocked that he couldn't react for a long time, the box in his hand almost fell to the ground, Murong Ziying turned to Yun Rong and said, "I have something to ask for your help, take me, and my friends, to Tianyong City."

With soft footsteps, Mu Zitong walked out of the bamboo house, held up a red umbrella, and looked at all this like an outsider.

one time

It is just the clouds disappearing and the rain coming, the temperature is cool and humid, near dusk, the red sun in the sky dyes the clouds into golden red, hanging on the water city in the south of the Yangtze River, fresh and magnificent.

It was a long way to Kunlun Tianyong City, Yun Rong and the others took a break in this town and stayed in a water inn.

Huaiwei still hasn't woken up, and was hugged by Murong Ziying all the way, and now he has a room by himself, leaving Mu Zitong to take care of him.

Although nearly a hundred years have passed, this town is no stranger to Murong Ziying. Jimo seems to be the place where all the changes began, and he encountered the Lantern Festival again.

Murong Ziying guarded Huaiwei in the room for a whole day, watching Mu Zitong try all kinds of methods to keep Huaiwei's human body moist, but he seemed unable to intervene, so he could only sit aside.The small room was extremely humid, it was like being soaked in water, it was uncomfortable to breathe, it was full of water vapor gathered by Mu Zitong.

At night, Jimo suddenly became lively, and Yunrong couldn't keep quiet, so he quietly ran to the lantern festival.

Both men and women in costumes wore masks, the neighborhood was bustling with colorful lights, and fireworks bloomed layer by layer, dazzling the entire night sky. The sounds of laughter, yelling and selling, and the sound of fireworks exploding filled the ears.

On the widest river in Shuicheng, there is a white stone bridge. The bridge is already full of people, people are moving up and down, and the roads on both sides are also difficult to walk. All kinds of colorful lights are shaking among the crowds, and the colorful halos are like clouds.

There are countless lanterns floating on the water under the bridge, and the candlelight is flickering in different colors. Various flower shapes are reflected in the water and flow slowly along the water, which is very gorgeous.

Murong Ziying sat by the water for a long time, looking at those lanterns, they seemed to turn into ice stones.There are pairs of names written on each lantern, held in the heart of the flower, caged in the warm light, making lonely people envious.

He suddenly reached into the water, took out an ice flower as thin as a cicada's wing, engraved two names on it carefully, lit a cluster of cold flames with spiritual power, and gently put it into the river to watch it drill into the painted lanterns. inside.

A clear girl's voice sounded from behind her: "It turns out that the name of the person you like is so nice. It's the same four characters as you."

The voice is like crisp jade, sweet to the ear, but not very familiar. Murong Ziying turned to look at her. The girl is wearing a blue wide-sleeved fairy dress, beautiful and lovely, pure as pure jade, with her hands pinching the belt, her eyes wide open. eyes, also looking at him.

Murong Ziying asked: "You were sleeping in the magic sword, why did you suddenly appear?"

"Brother Murong..." Solanum nigrum worried,