[Ancient Sword] Chu Gong Qionghua

Could it be that anyone who saw this painting would be very impressed, but he sighed: "I am conceited in my painting skills, but I don't have three points of my gentleman's demeanor."

Huai Wei got up, looked at Feng Nian's eyebrows, but asked Murong Ziying, "Can you get what you want?"

Murong Ziying said: "It's enough."

Huaiwei walked up to Feng Nian, but without looking at the painting, she just asked, "Do you know your mother's name?"

Feng Niandao: "Master only told me that my biological mother is Feng Shi. I have never met my parents, and the name is also chosen by Master."

Huai Wei nodded, feeling a little dazed, wanted to laugh, but couldn't, and finally just let out a shallow breath, and said goodbye: "You and I have what we need, so we won't bother you any more."

Feng Nian let out an "oh", and stood there in a daze, watching the two leave.

After walking for a long time, no one spoke, Huai Wei seemed to have something on her mind, Murong Ziying didn't bother him, she stopped in front of the mountain stream for no reason.

A wood sparrow flew to Huaiwei's shoulder and greeted it cheerfully. Huaiwei was quite happy and tapped its small head with her finger.

Murong Ziying said at this time: "Feng Nian's earnest demeanor when painting is too similar to yours."

Huai Wei caressed the bird feather, seemingly unintentionally murmured: "His surname should be Dongfang."

"Could it be..." Murong Ziying didn't say anything, another bird suddenly fell from the tree above her head, it didn't fly down, but smashed down.

Huaiwei stretched out his hand to hold the little bird lightly, but immediately let go and let it fall to the ground, looking at his palm, several places were red and oozing blood, as if scalded by boiling water.

"The feathers of an adult bird won't get wet, but this is weak water. If it touches a little bit, it won't be able to fly." Huai Wei looked at the struggling bird on the ground, flapping its wings desperately but couldn't fly, felt hatred, and gritted his teeth. Said, "They found me."

Murong Ziying grabbed his hand, and it was back to normal. The skin that had been nourished by the cold water for 30 years was so fragile that it was almost transparent, and even the bones of the fingertips could be vaguely seen.His voice softened when he saw it: "Did the weak water hurt you?"

Huaiwei didn't answer, just said: "We will leave when you forge a sword."

"Your Highness." Murong Ziying felt that Huaiwei's heart was not as calm as it looked, so she stretched out her hand to embrace him, "I'll accompany you."

Huai Wei leaned against him, and with her fingers circling in the void, a ray of red flames entered the dying bird, and the dying bird jumped up after a while, flapping its wings and flying into the forest.

Forging a dagger with the essence of fire is naturally more time-consuming and labor-intensive, but Murong Ziying felt joyful, even a little bit excited.

Like a teenager who tasted love for the first time, even though he is not a teenager, he just realized that being loved is so sweet, it is a temptation that he cannot extricate himself from, and he is addicted to it in just a few days, and he is afraid that he will never be able to let it go, never forget it .

When Huaiwei first woke up in the cold pool, every word she said to Murong Ziying was not a promise, but a statement, a statement of what was about to happen.

If Murong Ziying knows the ultimate happiness in the world, if he bury the desire for desire in his body, how can he be a fairy who is pure and separated from the world; He has always been fond of gentleness, and if he doesn't do too much, it will make him feel happy; and for a person like Murong Ziying, once he falls in love with him, he will give his heart and soul, and he will never forget the taste of love.

Huaiwei knew, and only knew, and then narrated it.

However, Murong Ziying mistook it for a promise, because its realization depends on Huai Wei, and it will make him even more obsessed when it becomes a reality.

Murong Ziying will always understand, but definitely not now.Even if he understands, it doesn't matter to him, Huaiwei loves him after all.

The sword in the sword casting furnace has not yet formed, and the ore is still slowly refining, Murong Ziying is the only one in the room, no one bothers him, the fire in the sword furnace is hot, he looks at it, but he feels longing.

Huaiwei knocked on the door, pushed the door open and went in, and laughed when she saw Murong Ziying: "Why are you in a daze, do you miss me?"

"Yeah." Murong Ziying nodded in response, and turned to look at Huaiwei.

Huaiwei bent his eyes, stepped forward to hold his hand, and teased with a half-sorrowful smile: "I must miss you more than you, so much that I have to come to see you."

"Your Highness." Murong Ziying snorted, looked at the thing in Huaiwei's hand and asked, "What is this?"

"Food." Huaiwei elongated his voice, and lifted the box in his hand, "If you cultivate a fairy body, you can leave the grains. You really don't eat anything. The delicacy in the world is hard to match, so I feel sorry for you. I made it myself, come and taste it.”

"How can you cook?" Murong Ziying was very strange, and murmured, "How can your Highness cook..."

Huaiwei put the food box on the table and opened it, tore a large piece of rabbit meat and stuffed it directly into Murong Ziying's mouth, then gagged him, then said: "Some disciples in Tianyong City have been unwell for the past two days, I will help them see Look, maybe I'll be busy for a while, so I won't come to see you."

Murong Ziying chewed what was in her mouth, her cheeks puffed slightly, and she nodded, looking at the fresh meat, vegetables and fruits in the food box, it was full of color, flavor, and taste, and it was only today that she felt that the food that she hadn't eaten seriously in decades was so big. attraction.

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It is true that some disciples in Tianyong City are not feeling well recently, their qi is weak, they vomit, they feel cold all over their body, and the severe ones are unconscious. It is not Huai Wei who can diagnose and treat them, but Feng Nian. Huai Wei has been watching coldly, never saying anything more Character.

Huai Wei admired Feng Nian's medical skills very much. Those disciples were all invaded by demonic energy, and also tainted with the coldness of weak water. No one died because they were not the target, they were all unintentionally provoked.

On the flower terrace on the cliff, Huai Wei went inside to look for Feng Nian, the stone house was a bit messy, but the portraits on the wall were gone, Feng Nian was making medicine, it seemed that no one came, and he didn't look up.

Huai Wei asked, "What about painting?"

"It's all burned." Feng Nian said with a smile without looking up, "Your picture is even more moving than the other ones."

Huai Wei looked at his lowered head and serious expression, suddenly softened his eyes, walked to the wooden table, lightly clasped his wide sleeves, sat upright, nodded and praised: "Your medical skills are good, you are indeed worthy of being the Ningdan Elder."

"Senior, thank you." Feng Nian replied, frowning and getting up, "It's not difficult to get rid of a little devilish energy and coldness, but it's not a solution to go on like this. Someone summoned a monster near Tianyong City, it should be Want to kill someone, but don't know who the target is."

After Feng Nian finished speaking, he suddenly turned his head and stared at Huai Wei, laughing so hard that his heart shuddered.

Huai Wei didn't avoid it, looked up at him, twisted a strand of white hair on his chest, and said in a warm voice: "Since it is summoned by people, it destroys the magic circle that walks through, and there is no nourishment, but here is a place that is full of fresh air, get rid of those Monsters are no problem for Tianyong City."

"The difficulty lies in how to find that magic circle..." Feng Nian bent down and moved closer to Huai Wei, looking left and right.

Huai Wei frowned, swept his wide sleeves lightly, waved the person away, and reprimanded: "Don't mess around."

Feng Nian sat on the ground, still staring at Huai Wei: "Senior, I really think we look alike."

"I don't know how Tianyong City taught you to be so temperamental and irrelevant." Huaiwei was angry, stood up with the table, and his voice became cold, "I ask you, how do you plan to find the method?" Array?"

Feng Nian immediately became serious again: "The magic circle is hidden by many barriers, unless someone is extremely sensitive to weak water and cold, but there is nowhere to find such a person. I have a way, but..."

"It's just that you are good at painting and good at medicine, but your cultivation is really not that good. I'm afraid that you will die before you succeed in your teaching." Huai Wei said in a cold voice with displeasure in his eyes.

Feng Nian just looked at him absent-mindedly, Huaiwei sighed softly, lowered her snow-white eyelashes, looked only at the gray residual flowers under her feet, shook her wide sleeves, and walked out with her hands behind her back: "Why put yourself in danger, you Just treat it, if Tianyong City finds the target, it will be expelled."

The white figure faded away, Feng Nian stared blankly, unable to recover.

Everything in Tianyong City is as usual, the temporary absence of a few disciples will not affect anything, Feng Nian is really obedient and only concentrates on treating him, and Murong Ziying does not know anything about casting swords.

However, in Tianyong City, there was no interrogation of the "target", and he could guess who it was, but the two knew each other and did not tell each other.

The top of the snow peak has been frozen for thousands of years, and it is a vast expanse of white. Huaiwei stands in the ice and snow, with white hair in a high bunch, falling on the white dress, as if it has melted into the ice and snow.

The monsters swarmed in, and they went crazy when they saw Huaiwei, but they all disappeared before they got close. Huaiwei only walked step by step, without lifting a finger, and stopped in front of a stone wall, the hidden barrier instantly shattered , exposing the complex and ancient magic circle on the stone wall, countless monsters come and go in and out of the magic circle to rest.

"I really thought I was so weak that I would be slaughtered." Huai Wei raised the corners of her lips, her eyes were cold but piercingly cold, her eyebrows were lowered and her smile was not entirely gentle, her affection was hard to tell, but she was extremely charming.

The red-gold phoenix feathers were quenched by fire, and a pair of wings sprouted from behind Huaiwei. Yi spread like a sky-shattering red glow, and with a slight movement, hundreds of barriers outside the magic circle were instantly broken, soundlessly, as if they had never existed.

The stone wall burned, and instantly melted into magma, and the magic circle was naturally destroyed without any traces. Huaiwei retracted the phoenix wings, and fished out something from the lava water, which was the talisman summoned by the eye master.

This little talisman was not burned immediately, it was engraved with seven stars, with a sword and a tree running through it, beautiful and simple.

Huai Wei squeezed the talisman into fine powder, and laughed lowly in joy, her cunning was flowing like poisonous juice, she was almost trembling with excitement: "It turns out...it's you."

The monsters lingering outside the formation were all wiped out within a few breaths, which still didn't make Huai Wei happy, he almost lost his composure and forgot everything.

In the dead of night, the moonlight was just right, Huaiwei landed on the steps of the mayor of Tianyong, and ran up quickly, the white hair tied into a ponytail flicked, the moonlight streamed into silver, falling on his white clothes, he only cared about He bowed his head forward, walked fast, and was suddenly pulled back.

Feng Nian had been waiting for most of the night on the long steps, shivering from the cold.