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Hearing Linghu Chong's low-pitched murmur as he buried his face behind his neck and shoulders, Fu Zhenhong lowered his eyes and looked at the man who pushed him against the tree trunk.

Linghu Chong's short hair was a bit thick and stiff, and now when the end of the hair rubbed against Fu Zhenhong's neck, it added a bit of a faint itchiness.

"... Dongfang..." Linghu Chong's deep voice seemed to contain countless complicated emotions.His chest rose and fell slightly with his breathing, and the heat in his body due to the overly violent kiss was also transmitted to Fu Zhenhong's body through the fabric of his clothes.

Fu Zhenhong could feel the hard and bulging muscles attached to her chest, and each distinct muscle with clear texture revealed a masculine masculinity and vigor.

Fu Zhenhong stretched out her hand and stroked Linghu Chong's hair with the palm of her hand. His five fingers inserted into the hair at the back of Linghu Chong's head. His slender and fair fingers formed a very strong contrast with Linghu Chong's black hair like ink. , and also made his skin white as frost and snow, fine and smooth.

Fu Zhenhong's movements caused Linghu Chong, who had buried his face in his neck and shoulders, to raise his head. Linghu Chong's eyes were filled with desire and hot flames. His gaze was fixed on Fu Zhenhong. His lips moved, and he lowered his head again. Called Fu Zhenhong in a low voice: "Dongfang..."

The corners of Fu Zhenhong's lips twitched slightly, and she pressed her forehead against Linghu Chong's. Her red lips parted slightly, and she said slowly, "Have you found the answer?" His tone was light but full of temptation Power, like the mermaid who specializes in seducing people: "Who do you want me to be?"

Linghu Chong didn't answer immediately, but raised his hand, held Fu Zhenhong's other hand, and then clasped his fingers tightly, pressing Fu Zhenhong's hand against the tree trunk with his palm.

Looking at the man's beautiful face so close at hand, Linghu Chong's breath was also filled with the faint fragrance from the other person's body. He pursed his lips, and in the next second, pressed his lips to Fu Zhenhong's.

It didn't go too deep, Linghu Chong just put his lips on Fu Zhenhong's, and there was a dark look in his eyes, so he said slowly, "Perhaps I hope you can be with me." A lover who will be unrestrained in the rivers and lakes together."

After finishing speaking, he bit Fu Zhenhong's lips lightly with his teeth in retaliation, and asked in a low voice, "Are you satisfied with this answer?" At the end, he continued without waiting for Fu Zhenhong's answer. Said: "The mountains and rivers of the Qing capital will go forever, and there is enough wine in the floating life. Dongfang, I will never be your enemy..."

After Linghu Chong finished speaking, the hand holding Fu Zhenhong's palm moved along Fu Zhenhong's wrist, and slowly moved up against Fu Zhenhong's arm, and finally slid over his shoulder and stopped at Fu Zhenhong's chin .

He squeezed Fu Zhenhong's chin with his hands, and rubbed the corners of Fu Zhenhong's lips with his lips. At this moment, it seemed that Linghu Chong was no longer the hero praised by many people in the younger generation, but just a man who was praised by Fu Zhenhong. Ordinary knights attracted.

He no longer represented the Huashan School among the Five Sacred Mountains, but only Linghu Chong himself.The senior brothers of the Huashan School cannot join forces with the Sun Moon God Sect, but Linghu Chong can.

Linghu Chong is unrestrained in his bones, he has a free and unrestrained spirit, he understands that the emotions deep in his heart come from liking, so at this moment he doesn't want to just let go of this man who makes his heart tremble.

The lips of the two rubbed against each other, as intimate as ears rubbing each other.

Linghu Chong's breathing was heavy and hot, and when lingering in the narrow air between the two, his slight panting made the atmosphere more tender and charming.

He let go of the hand holding Fu Zhenhong's chin, because he was afraid that the hip flask hanging around his waist would hit Fu Zhenhong. He tore off the hip flask and wanted to throw it down temporarily, but Fu Zhenhong stopped him .

Fu Zhenhong took the wine jug from Linghu Chong's hand, pushed the wine cork with her thumb with one hand, and immediately, a burst of mellow wine fragrance slowly wafted out from the jug.

Linghu Chong sniffed lightly with the tip of his nose.

Seeing this, Fu Zhenhong curled her lips into a smile, and then, under Linghu Chong's suspicious eyes, raised her head and took a sip of her drink.

And this mouthful, he didn't swallow it directly, but in the next second, slightly raised Linghu Chong's chin with his fingertips, mouth to mouth, and put the wine in his mouth into Linghu Chong's mouth little by little.

The mellow wine poured into Linghu Chong's throat, although it was just a sip, it made Linghu Chong feel a little drunk.The fine wine flowing down his throat was sweet and evocative, a little burnt, which stimulated Linghu Chong's taste buds and even stimulated Linghu Chong's nerves, making Linghu Chong's whole body seem to heat up because of it.

He likes good wine, and he likes this beauty who slowly sends the wine into his mouth even more.

It has nothing to do with gender, let alone identity.

"Is it good to drink?" A voice rang in Linghu Chong's ear, is it good to drink?Naturally, it's delicious, so good that he wants to do even crazier things to this person now.

In fact, Linghu Chong did exactly that.

His hands came to Fu Zhenhong's waist, and with a force, he lifted Fu Zhenhong slightly into the air. He raised his knees and bent slightly upwards, holding Fu Zhenhong's legs so that Fu Zhenhong could hug her He, with his waist as a support.

Because of Linghu Chong's movements, the light yellow coat on Fu Zhenhong's body slipped halfway from the shoulders on both sides, revealing the gorgeous red undershirt.He put his hands on Linghu Chong's shoulders casually, and put his lips together with Linghu Chong's lips which were close together again.

This time, Linghu Chong's kiss was even more intense than before, and the two of them entwined wantonly as if they were unwilling to admit defeat.The moment the jug slipped from Fu Zhenhong's hand and fell to the ground, part of the liquor flowed out of it, flowed through Fu Zhenhong's fingers, and then slid into the sleeve, wetting Fu Zhenhong's wrist .

The aroma of wine is overflowing, and people are stupefied and intoxicated.

However, just when the atmosphere became more and more uncontrollable, an extremely slight movement disturbed the two who were kissing passionately.

Fu Zhenhong's eyes froze, and after exchanging glances with Linghu Chong, while Linghu Chong retreated, Fu Zhenhong's fingertips moved slightly, using the falling bamboo leaves as sharp blades.

As soon as the air flow moved, a thin piece of bamboo leaf turned into a weapon sharper than a flying knife, and shot straight towards the place where there was a slight noise on the oblique side.

Fu Zhenhong stood up straight, casually tidied up her outer shirt that had slipped halfway, and then habitually stroked the red hairband hanging from the hood before turning her gaze to the side.

Linghu Chong also looked sideways, his face was a bit cold, after all, anyone would be a little displeased if someone suddenly interrupted him in such a situation.

"Who is your Excellency? Since you are here, why do you hide in the dark and peep and do that secret thing?"

After Linghu Chong finished speaking, what responded to Linghu Chong was a melodious and low-pitched male voice, "Goodness..." The voice was clear and quiet, revealing a kind of gentleness unique to Buddhism.

Linghu Chong was no stranger to this voice, and among the people he knew who could speak like this, except for Qing Ji, who might have been his opponent in the martial arts conference, no one else could use such a tone and tone.

Sure enough, the next second, a monk in white came out from behind a tree on the left.

He walked slowly, but his steps were very steady. He folded his palms together in front of his chest with one hand, and on the other hand, the index finger and middle finger held a green and tender bamboo leaf.

It was the leaf that Fu Zhenhong went out towards him just now.

Qing Ji first took a look at Fu Zhenhong, his gaze stayed on Fu Zhenhong's slightly swollen lips from kisses for two seconds, and then turned to Linghu Chong.

"The poor monk is not peeping, and he has no intention of disturbing the two of you." His face was calm, his brows were always soft and quiet, and he was not at all embarrassed to be discovered by the person who was watching in the dark.

Hearing this, Linghu Chong couldn't help but take a second look at Master Qingji. From a certain point of view, Linghu Chong's mind is extremely delicate and sensitive. feel.

This sense of disobedience was not strong, but it did make Linghu Chong feel a kind of contradiction.Linghu Chong felt that when the other party said this to him, there was a subtle coldness flowing out.

Linghu Chong thought that he had no grievances with Shaolin, neither did he have any grievances, so where did the other party's vague hostility and indifference come from?

Thinking of this, Linghu Chong paused suddenly, and then looked thoughtfully at Fu Zhenhong.

Is it because of... the East?

Thinking of this, Linghu Chong frowned, subconsciously moved his steps, and blocked Fu Zhenhong behind him.

Sure enough, after Linghu Chong finished this action, Qingji's lips pursed slightly, and a touch of emotion flashed in his eyes, but these were not obvious. If Linghu Chong hadn't looked carefully, he might have missed the fleeting look in Qingji's eyes. Emotions.

Fu Zhenhong glanced at Linghu Chong, who was blocking her behind. Linghu Chong was tall, with a straight back, wide shoulders and narrow waist, which made people feel safe from the back.

However, Fu Zhenhong is not a weak person who needs to be protected. On the contrary, as Dongfang Bubai of the Sun Moon God Sect, he who has practiced the complete Sunflower Book, even if Linghu Chong and Qingji join forces now, he is not his opponent.

He doesn't need to be protected, because he is strong enough.

Fu Zhenhong glanced at the wine jug that fell under the tree, walked over to pick up the wine jug on the ground, and then blocked the mouth of the bottle with a wine cork, and threw the wine jug to the ground where he moved. At first, he turned his attention to Linghu Chong who was on him.

Linghu Chong raised his hand and caught the flagon that Fu Zhenhong threw over.He looked at the jug in his hand, then at Fu Zhenhong who was beside him, and soon understood Fu Zhenhong's next plan: "Are you leaving?" He asked, his tone revealing a little lost.

When Fu Zhenhong heard the words, she nodded her head lightly. She didn't explain too much, but the corners of her lips curled slightly, and she left a sentence: "Mr. Linghu, please leave now."

After saying that, he turned around, performed lightness kung fu, and disappeared in place.

Linghu Chong looked at the back of Fu Zhenhong leaving, his thin lips were tightly closed into a straight line, today he said goodbye to Dongfang, and when he saw each other again, he didn't know what it would be like.

And Qing Ji, who had never been looked at by Fu Zhenhong from the beginning to the end, opened her hand lightly, letting the tender bamboo leaves fall from her fingertips.

This leaf is so light, as if it has no weight, it is not noticed by others, it is so light that it has no weight.

Whether it was Linghu Chong or Qing Ji, for Fu Zhenhong who had already left, he didn't care what the two of them were thinking.

The cuckoos in the bamboo forest were still singing, Fu Zhenhong flew forward for a while with light work, and then stopped.

"Come out." Fu Zhenhong said.

As soon as he finished speaking, with an extremely slight noise, a man in white appeared behind Fu Zhenhong.

An exquisite jade flute was hung on the man's waist, and a lyre was carried on his back. He had a childlike face with white hair, a handsome and elegant appearance, and a very gentle temperament.

"Master." The man looked at Fu Zhenhong's back and bowed slightly, his voice sounded mature and steady.

Fu Zhenhong turned around and looked at the white-haired man about two meters away from him, "Qu Yang, is there any clue to what I asked you to investigate?"

Facing Fu Zhenhong's question, Qu Yang didn't answer immediately. His gaze fell on Fu Zhenhong's face, or more precisely, on Fu Zhenhong's face because of the intense relationship with Linghu Chong not long ago. on lips that were still flushed with kisses.

Seeing that Qu Yang was silent, Fu Zhenhong immediately said in a cold voice with some impatience: "Qu Yang, answer my question."

Hearing this, Qu Yang abruptly withdrew his distracted thoughts from the momentary stupefaction. He was silent for a moment, and then said: "My subordinates have checked carefully, and have not found any Yang in the church that matches the description of the leader. The surname is a man, but..."

Qu Yang's voice suddenly changed, his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he swallowed back what he was about to say.

Fu Zhenhong frowned slightly: "Say."

After pondering for a few seconds, Qu Yang said: "However, just two days ago, the servants of the White Tiger Hall picked up a man from the Sun Moon Lake below the Blackwood Cliff. After waking up yesterday, the man lost all memory. Just remember my name."

Fu Zhenhong said, "What's his full name?"

Qu Yang replied: "Yang Lianting." After he finished speaking, he paused for a moment, and asked a little too much: "I don't know if this Yang Lianting is the person surnamed Yang that the leader is looking for?"

Fu Zhenhong did not answer Qu Yang's question, but said, "Where is this person assigned now?"

"Be the lowest sweeping handyman in the White Tiger Hall."

Sweeping the floor and handyman... There is a little gap from the position of chief executive in the future.Fu Zhenhong thought for a moment, thinking that two days later it would be the time when the guards in the teaching center would be transferred, so she said to Qu Yang: "If that Yang Lianting wants to go up, you can secretly clear it up and ask the manager to give him a hand. .”

After saying this sentence, Fu Zhenhong paused, and then added: "Don't be too obvious."

"The subordinate takes orders." Qu Yang replied, although he had many doubts in his mind, he also knew that his identity could not be surpassed.

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On the other side, in a simple hut on the Black Wood Cliff.

The man who had just finished his work and had a short rest was lying on a wooden bed made of coarse linen, quietly staring at the rain shield above his head in a daze.

It is said to be a rain shield, but in fact, when it rains, rainwater still seeps from it.At this time, the sun was shining brightly outside, and the baffle with gaps allowed the halo to shine in through it, like spots of light, falling on the ground inside the dilapidated cabin.

Yang Yi, or Yang Lianting, never thought that he, a well-behaved law-abiding citizen of the 21st century, would be injured by the hostage-taking gangsters.

He lost consciousness, and when he woke up, what he saw was not the white walls of the hospital, but an ancient wooden house with air leakage on all sides.

After spending half a day, Yang Yi finally digested the fact that he had traveled to the world of Swordsman by himself, and then he spent another half day accepting that he became the Yang Lianting whom everyone despises and despises. The male favorite after defeat.

Of course, the only thing that comforts Yang Yi is that he has nothing to do with Dongfang Bubai now. When he travels to this world, Yang Lianting has not met Dongfang Bubai, and Dongfang Bubai still doesn't know that he is like this. Little people.

As long as he lives according to his own way, he won't be the chief executive in the original book who used Dongfang Bubai's prestige to do stupid things. I can.

Dongfang Bubai, the leader of the Sun Moon God Sect, will still be the hero who looks down on the rivers and lakes.

Yang Yi himself didn't have much interest in Dongfang Bubai. He didn't watch many TV dramas. He only read books about this tragic character who dominated the industry in the early stage but was defeated by a male favorite in the later stage.

But now he came to this world, perhaps because he became Yang Lianting, a member of the stories he had read. Invincible has some subtle curiosity.

Yang Yi wanted to know whether Dongfang Bubai was as described in the original book, neither male nor female, with a feminine appearance and heavy nondescript makeup, pretending to be a woman.Still just like what was portrayed in the movie, she is stunningly talented, heroic and charming.

But right now, Yang Yi can only think about these things in his mind.Now his status is just a low-level handyman in charge of sweeping the floor on Heimuya, and he doesn't even have a chance to get close to Dongfang Bubai.

Thinking of this, Yang Yi sighed lightly.

In his previous life, he was used to being in a high position and giving orders. Now that he has traveled to this place, his status has been reversed, and he has become the one being ordered.

There is naturally a gap, but Yang Yi himself is not a person who is content with the status quo, let alone whether he can return to the world he is in, at least when he is here, Yang Yi does not allow himself to be a humble person all the time. handyman.

No matter where you are, only when you are strong, you have the right to speak, and you will not be underestimated.

So in the end, he had to climb up. Fortunately, Yang Yi found that the foundation of his current body was not weak. I don't know if it was for the benefit of the traverser, or because of other reasons, the martial arts of this body were not bad.

But in this arena, having force is a good thing.

This force also gave Yang Yi a plan.

He heard from other handymen this morning that two days later would be the transfer day of the guards of the Sun Moon God Sect. If he could give some benefits to the steward in charge of arranging the handymen, he might be able to become a yellow-clothed guard sooner.

Thinking of this, Yang Yi sat up from the bed and walked to the old suitcase in the corner.The paint on the suitcase was almost gone, Yang Yi relied on the memory he inherited in his mind to open the lock on it, and then found a small wooden box from a stack of clothes.

After the small wooden box was opened, a small gold lock and an emerald bracelet were placed inside.

This small wooden box was found by Yang Lianting in the lake, and it was also because of picking up this small wooden box that the original body fell into the lake, and after dying, Yang Yi took hold of him.

Yang Yi doesn't care about this thing. The interests of businessmen make him always have a clear choice. He is scheming, knows how to win people's hearts, and is very good at using the existing resources to maximize the benefits for himself.

The steward in charge of allocating chores is a very money-loving master, using a golden lock, coupled with some skillful words of temptation, is enough to win people's hearts.

"Yang Lianting, the rest time is over, get up and work quickly." Outside the room, the handyman who was in charge of sweeping the floor with Yang Yi shouted into the room.

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Two days passed in a flash, and after the transfer of guards was completed, the attendants and servants of the Sun Moon God Sect began to get busy.

There is no other reason, five days later, it will be the birthday of Ren Yingying, the holy aunt in the sect.

No one in the entire Sun Moon God Sect knew that this former leader's daughter was quite popular with the Eastern leader, and his daily food and clothing expenses were even comparable to the leader's.

And Saintess Ren Yingying was the only one who could freely enter the leader's dormitory, except for Chen Yu, the leader's close servant.Even Shishi, the most beloved woman of the leader, envied Ren Yingying for this unique honor.

At this moment, Fu Zhenhong was sitting in her room, embroidering a picture of going up the river during the Qingming Festival from memory, and the embroidery needle that killed people invisible turned into the most ordinary thin needle in his hand. All reveal a delicate and refined elegance.

His eyes were focused, calm and serene, and he didn't have the oppressive and aloof feeling when he was sitting on the head seat of the Sun Moon God Sect.

Chen Yu on the side looked at Fu Zhenhong's side face, and was a little fascinated by it. He only felt that the leader looked good everywhere, and everything was extremely attractive to him.

On weekdays, Chen Yu's favorite thing is to quietly stay by the leader's side, watching the leader quietly, without needing to speak, just being with the leader like this.

Chen Yu enjoys this kind of life, only he and the leader are there, and no one comes to disturb him.

Thinking of this, a faint satisfied smile appeared on Chen Yu's face.However, before he could show his smile for five seconds, the sound of brisk footsteps instantly straightened his raised lips.

After the footsteps stopped, someone knocked on the door of the room from outside, "Uncle Dongfang, can I come in?" A beautiful female voice came in from outside the room, breaking the quiet atmosphere in the room.

As soon as Fu Zhenhong stopped, he retracted the embroidery needle, stood up, stroked his sleeve lightly, and the red gauze covered the small attic.

"Come in." Fu Zhenhong replied faintly, and walked towards the collapse outside.And Chen Yu followed closely behind Fu Zhenhong.

With Fu Zhenhong's consent, the door of the room was pushed open in the next second, and an aged woman in aqua-blue dress walked in. After seeing Fu Zhenhong, the woman's complexion was happy, and she walked towards Fu Zhen with a smile In front of Hong, "Uncle Dongfang."

Fu Zhenhong nodded and looked at the woman in front of her.

As the heroine in The Swordsman, Ren Yingying's appearance is impeccable. Compared with cute and innocent women, Fu Zhenhong admires Ren Yingying's decisiveness, exquisite heart and clever tricks more.

If the other party is loyal to him, Fu Zhenhong will definitely reuse such a person. Even if the other party is a woman, it is a pity that although Ren Yingying is really close to him, in the past month, she seems to have her own thoughts behind her back .

It is probably suspected that Ren Woxing's "death" has something to do with him.

Thinking of Ren Woxing, a coldness flashed in Fu Zhenhong's eyes. When Ren Woxing was the deputy leader, while getting close to him and praising him, he was afraid of him and tried to empty his right.

Thinking about it this way, in a certain way, the father and daughter are really alike.

However, Ren Yingying would never have thought that he would let her freely enter the room because there is a secret dark room in this room, and the person imprisoned in the dark room is the former director of the Sun Moon God Sect, Wo Xing .

Although Ren Woxing was imprisoned by Fu Zhenhong, his internal strength was still there. If he listened carefully, he could hear the voices in the room.

Listening to my daughter calling an enemy who imprisoned her and took away the power as her uncle intimately, I don't know how Ren Woxing feels.

In the past, Chen Yu was responsible for delivering meals, but today Fu Zhenhong thought, maybe she can go and see this old fellow Ren Woxing.