[Comprehensive] Tragic Character Recycle Bin

Because it was still early in the day, it was Song Que who reminded him that although Fan Qinghui was still thinking about Zhu Yuyan, he went out of the city with Song Que as if nothing had happened, looking for an open place to compete.

Both of them are half-step fake masters, and they are only one step away from the master.And they are all famous heroes in the world. The opportunity is rare. Although they will not fight to the death, they will not hold back their hands.

Nafan Qinghui has practiced the Cihang Sword Code since childhood, which directly points to the Tao of Heaven, and his moves are step-by-step, with a much higher starting point than Song Que.However, Song Que is also very talented, using pure Taoist classics as a base, and his sword skills are all based on actual combat.The two fight each other, and they are evenly matched.

Song Que held the knife with one hand, and the edge of the knife naturally drooped and touched the ground.The body is straight, and the saber aura diffuses around the body like ripples in water, and the smoke, dust and fallen leaves are pushed away layer by layer, the momentum is like a rainbow, but it still stands still.Seeing him like this, Fan Qinghui knew that this man came from a wealthy family and emphasized the demeanor of a gentleman, and he didn't want to do anything before a woman.Without prevarication, he saluted and then drew his sword.

The sword energy of Cihang Sword Code is clear and peaceful, but its attack power is not weak at all.The sword pierced Changhong with one hand, and the sword energy was drawn about seven or eight meters.Song Que's eyes lit up, he let out a low shout, the long saber slashed down from above, his body did not dodge or dodge, he actually used attack instead of defense, the saber air splashed for about ten meters, and the second strike first struck Fan Qinghui's sword air for two.

Fan Qinghui was still a little embarrassed and did not dare to let go, but now he had to deal with Song Que's sword with all his strength, and his moves gradually became full of sharpness.Unleashing a whole set of Cihang swordsmanship, Song Que changed from being unstoppable at the beginning to being restrained, almost being led away by the moves of the sword ceremony.

However, Song Que was the most unafraid of disadvantages. He gradually withdrew his sharpness, defending all the way and studying sword techniques all the way.When the moon was in Wuchao, Song Que's saber skills became more and more smooth, and his breath surged.Suddenly, Fan Qinghui was forced back with a knife, and then stopped with a knife on his lips.

"Thank you Fairy Fan for teaching me, Song will definitely thank you in the future."

Fan Qinghui also put away the sword, unable to hide her amazement and envy in her eyes.That Song Que was a well-known handsome man in the world, and she didn't notice that he had a stern look in the past, but now his face was soft, and his abyss-like eyes contained a little joy, as bright as stars.But seeing that his ink hair is scattered slightly, and his face is like a crown of jade, he is truly peerless.

Watching his breath again, it seems that a bottle of water is almost full, only need the last bit to break through here, and flow into the river with a small river, opening the gap between him and her.How could she not be envious of such a talent and understanding?

However, Fan Qinghui is the successor carefully cultivated by Cihang Jingzhai, even though his heart is changing in every way, he never reveals it on his face.Rourou smiled and said, "Congratulations to the Lord Song for breaking through to the Grand Master, but this place is barren, which is not conducive to consolidation. If you don't return to the city quickly, you can feel at ease to understand the realm."

As she spoke, she put on the veil that had been scattered before, leaving only a pair of clear eyes looking at Song Que expectantly.The half-covered beauty under the moon is more mysterious than the whole picture.She was dressed in a white dress, floating like a fairy, as if she would rise against the wind at any time.No matter from which angle you look at it, it is a stunning beauty, which is fascinating.

Song Que looked at Fan Qinghui with something special in his eyes.But he just nodded slightly, raised his breath and flew towards the city.Fan Qinghui also left.

After the two left, Zhu Yuyan, also dressed in white and barefoot, walked out of the forest, lightly smoothing her sleeves with her bare hands, with a slightly mocking expression, and only raised her head for a moment and returned to her previous posture.The pink lips are three points proud, seven points charming, and the eyes are alluring, like the elves in the mountains and the ghosts at night, seductive.

Such a Fan Qinghui, such a successor of Cihang Jingzhai.She has already resorted to the means of the demon girl, but I don't know if Fairy Fan dares to catch it or not?

At this moment, a deep and provocative male voice fluttered into people's ears like filaments. "Such a moonlight, beautiful scenery on such a beautiful day, it would be lonely for younger sister Yuyan to enjoy the scenery here alone. How about Zhixuan to spend it with you?"

Zhu Yuyan's complexion suddenly turned cold, and her eyes became even colder.He said coldly, "Junior brother's ability is getting better and better. It's just that my junior brother is a handsome nine-foot man who hides in the dark and follows women all day long. It's really disgusting."

As soon as she opened her mouth, Shi Zhixuan appeared years ago.I saw him wearing a Tsing Yi Confucian uniform and holding a folding fan, like a weak scholar.Even the smile on that face is elegant and leisurely, without the bloody smell of the world.

Shi Zhixuan smiled and said, "Sister Yuyan is too naughty, Zhixuan doesn't bother to develop some skills, how can he catch Sister Yuyan? As for the ability to travel at night, it is thanks to the secret book of Butian Pavilion given by Yuyan."

Zhu Yuyan really wished she could slap this person's face and see how thick his fake skin is.However, that is just a thought, and the actual implementation may not be today.She didn't want to get entangled with him, so she smiled softly, flirtatiously, "Young brother is really bad, since you said he was naughty, he will show you how naughty he is."

After saying that, the Phantom of the Heavenly Demon used all its strength, and jumped a hundred meters in the blink of an eye, and said through the air, "Junior brother, it's only a few miles if you catch him." Then he fled away without any trace.

Shi Zhixuan stayed behind but didn't chase after him, and looked at Zhu Yuyan's leaving direction expressionlessly.After a while, he gently shook the folding fan in his hand, muttering the names of "Song Que" and "Fan Qinghui" in his mouth, thoughtfully.

Nafan Qinghui is the successor of Cihang Jingzhai, and he is obviously different from Song Que.Zhu Yuyan was born in the Yinkui sect, so naturally she and Fan Qinghui were at odds, and it was normal to pay more attention to the two of them in order to attack their old enemy secretly.As for Song Que, not to mention that he is younger than Zhu Yuyan, just because of his status as the leader of the Song Clan, Zhu Yuyan would not have any real affection for him, so it is not a cause for concern.

Thinking of this, Shi Zhixuan smiled.The most urgent task is to recombine and reorganize the mental methods of Huajian School and Butian Pavilion as soon as possible to improve their strength.I hope that one day I will be able to suppress Zhu Yuyan with dignity.At that time, even if she wanted to run, she would not allow it.

At noon the next day, Song Que finally broke through the master realm and walked out of the room.He still wears a sword around his waist, and his white robe stands upright.However, the sharp aura has become quite round, and the roundness also implies coldness.Especially those eyes are as deep as a well, majestic and majestic, so that people dare not look closely at them.

For some reason today, Fan Qinghui looked at Song Que several times and hesitated to speak.Fan Qinghui's eyes stopped Xie Hui from trying to help with the connection, and although Song Que saw him, he would never ask if Fan Qinghui didn't say anything.Therefore, the three of them maintained this non-embarrassing and non-embarrassing atmosphere until the sun set and Song Que left the inn first.Facing Xie Hui alone, Fan Qinghui became a little absent-minded and restless.After sitting for about a quarter of an hour, he got up to leave and left as well.

Xie Hui sat alone in the same place, and asked the shopkeeper to serve some jugs of wine, and each of them poured and drank by himself.The face is sometimes bitter, sometimes jealous, and sometimes full of self-loathing.If this continues, how will he get along with Brother Song?Few people in the world can understand the suffering of not getting what one asks for.Brotherly loyalty, love between men and women.If Big Brother Song really fell in love with Qing Hui, he would quit, but he was clearly involved with the witch the day before yesterday, so how could he give Qing Hui happiness?

Thinking of this, Xie Hui drank another cup of bitter wine, only laughing at his ignorance.He has neither martial arts talent nor wealth.Qinghui has no friendship with him at all, so what's the point of his thinking like this?It just adds to the troubles.

Besides, Song Que went all the way to the pier, quietly waiting for midnight to arrive.About half an hour later, when midnight arrived, Song Que saw a small boat slowly approaching Jiangxin.

Standing on the side of the bow is a woman, dressed in a fire-colored palace dress, with a crimson palace brocade and golden-threaded swallowtail butterfly on it.Underneath it is a pleated skirt overlaid with tonal tulle.The snow-white and round wrists are loomingly exposed, and matched with the South Sea pearls inlaid and embellished on the neckline and waist, it is extraordinarily charming.

Song Que's chest throbbed uncontrollably. It was just a graceful silhouette, which surpassed countless colors in the world.He had to admit that witches are changeable, whether it's a white skirt, a coarse cloth bunt, or a red palace dress, Zhu Yuyan's clothes all complement each other and have a unique flavor.But in Song Que's mind, this palace attire was particularly suitable for her.

Zhu Yuyan turned her head, seemed to see Song Que, and waved at him from afar.Song Que raised his breath and landed firmly beside Zhu Yuyan.

The two looked at each other, and after a while they were separated, Zhu Yuyan lowered her head slightly, her smile was dignified and a little shy. "Song Lang still remembers the first time we met, on the small boat in the heart of the river. At that time, you were not yet congenital, but now you are already a master."

With a gentle face, Song Que stretched out his hand to Zhu Yuyan, then grabbed the stretched out soft pancreas, gently rubbed it into his arms, but did not speak.

Zhu Yuyan obediently leaned into the man's arms, hooked his shoulder with one hand, pressed her cheek close to him, breathed like blue, "Song Lang, is he beautiful today?"

Song Que nodded, his voice darkened, "It's beautiful."

Zhu Yuyan laughed again, stood on tiptoe, and slid her finger across Song Que's side.She was still smiling, but her voice changed from charming to cold and resentful. "No matter how beautiful it is, it's not as beautiful as Fairy Fan of Cihang Jingzhai, is it?"

Song Que glanced at her, shook his head, but didn't speak.Zhu Yuyan sneered, and suddenly pushed Song Que, her voice was mixed with the true spirit of the demon and said, "Since Fairy Fan is here, why hide? Why don't you come out and swim in the river on this moonlit night?"