Three Masters' Sword

"You're crazy."

All the old and young of the family stood in front of him. Wang Keng pointed at him with trembling hands, "The dragon pictures, turtle numbers, and phoenix writings of the twelve families are the secrets and treasures of the family. You can easily change them and give them away. Give it away?!"

Wang Qiao yawned, it was rare for him to sleep well in the past few days, and no one was there, as if he had never tasted such loneliness in the mountains and mountains during the five years. "Uncle Clan, it is the ancestral secrets and treasures that you said that made you into what you are today. It is also this family treasure that my Jinling royal family was killed by someone without any preparation or reason. The massacre has been exhausted, and the disaster of exterminating the family has continued to this day, and the poison is still there. Going back a hundred years, since the Yanyan natural disaster, why was the golden relic whose name no one remembers cast there——The scars are revealed layer by layer , Who is it that hurts? Haven’t all the elders and heads of the family ever thought about it?”

He said slowly: "When it hurts, you cover it, the mouth of the rotten sore will never heal; others will think you are hiding some treasure. Why don't you spread it out and have a look... Even if it doesn't heal, at least warn everyone , Maybe oranges grow in Huainan, oranges grow in Huaibei, and oranges grow in Huaibei, everyone has their own insights, and if we spread it out, there will be no such meaningless competition."

The current owner of the Le family is Le Ranxi, who almost climbed the tower to win the championship, but was disturbed by Wang Qiao and the others. He is about the same age as Wang Qiao, and he said at this time: "You also know that this is a sore, you throw it out. , Is it possible that someone will catch up?"

Wang Qiao said: "Of course these three things were good in the first place, but they are actually good now. If not, wouldn't it be that Shen Wangquan was a fool back then, and the ancestors who imprisoned him and forced him to hand over these three things were fools. They practiced according to the rules. We were all fools a hundred years ago? But why are we making such a mess here now, as if it doesn’t do anything good? I don’t know, have you guys thought about it?”

"Since it is good, leave it to others. How can we let the people of our twelve families, these disciples, and future generations stand? You have a Fengwen by yourself, and your own merchant family has a great career, and you don't care about others. Life and death—all twelve families eat martial arts food!!"

"Li Shibo, Confucius wrote the Spring and Autumn Annals, and Lao Tzu's five thousand words, but there is no rule such as passing them on to the family and not to outsiders, and to men and not to women. There are people who are ignorant but able to make a living, and there are people who are well-versed in their chests but can’t satisfy their hunger. Some people become famous ministers, some become sour scholars, some sell sesame oil and wine, and some cheat money by divination. The same book, the same How did you learn so many different shapes of calligraphy, could it be because of the scriptures?"

"You——you're making too much sense! We, our ancestors, worked so hard—"

Thinking hard.Wang Qiao leaned back halfway in his chair, wanting to ask Teacher Shen to come out and confront them, so that they could also see the inhumane past and the bloody longing.But what good is that?Most likely they didn't even bother to sigh more, and it really had nothing to do with them... Nothing is a cold and innocent word.

He slid down his back without sitting, and touched the teacup on the table with his hand.Zheng'er is not there.He thought that he would never be able to enjoy the joy of having his children around his knees in his life, but in the past six months of spending time with his children day and night, he somewhat understood...somewhat understood how his father felt when he heard that he was going to become a monk.That day they sneaked out of the city at night, only seeing a blank world in front of them, free and at ease, but they never thought about how dad would feel the next day: when he woke up, he found that the child was gone, wondering if he was kidnapped I walked away, and I didn't know if I would be killed by bad guys, what to do if I encountered danger on the road, and I didn't even finish saying goodbye--

Just like myself now.

...and Ah Qing, Ah Qing is not there either.He thought that he had gotten used to the life without him by his side, and that's how those five years passed, and when it really came, it was not as difficult as he imagined.He used to think that as long as he didn't see him, he would be able to feel calm and calm, turning him into a blue jade submerged in the water.But when it is gone now, the jade is also gone; the water mirror in my heart boils back to the sky, and it will never be the same as before.

As long as he's standing here, standing behind me, holding the side of my shoulder or holding my hand.The sound of the dispute amplified in the ears, Wang Qiao grabbed the teacup and threw it out, the harsh cracking sound made the surroundings suddenly quiet.

"That's enough, I don't need your help, and I don't need to use your needles, threads, and ounces." Wang Qiao reprimanded, he was rarely irritated like a wild animal trapped in a cage, breathing upwards, Congesting his chest is a big taboo in his practice. "I make my own decision, and I bear it myself. What I have learned, who I want to teach, is like who you want to accept as an apprentice, do you still have to be agreed by others?"

"It's something that my ancestors worked so hard to save for generations! It's something that your Wang family died to save! What right do you have—just give it up to others?! Give it to someone who has nothing to do with it, maybe even Your enemy?" Wang Keng was furious, he was out of breath, his face was cyanotic, and he was almost out of breath, "I won't hand over the Dragon Map to you, don't even think about it!"

Wang Qiao was silent, and when he spoke again, it sounded like a bell and a chime, and there was silence everywhere, as if dust had stopped in mid-air, hanging in the sunlight split by the panes: "'It's a dragon painter, and the sky is scattered to show it. Fuxi combines and uses it, and Zhongnimo forms it.... The sky is the one at the top and the earth is the foundation of the earth. The earth and the earth are the foundation of the earth. Yin, if you are in the yin, you will avoid the widowed yang. What a big deal! The change of Longtu leads to thousands of divergences...'..."

Wang Keng turned pale with shock, "You... how do you know...?"

Wang Qiao said: "It's not that shocking, although I was shocked when I saw it in the pile of old papers... This is the "Preface to the Dragon Picture" written by the ancestor Chen Tuan. On a dusty shelf in Wudang... The deepest place, where no one cares about." He paused, "So, is Longtu our ancestral unique knowledge? Obviously not, the abundance of the works of the ancestor Chen Tuan is known all over the world, and there are collections everywhere, presumably all in Wudang It is not an isolated copy either. What about the number of tortoises? Guizang Xiangshu has been handed down since the Yin and Shang Dynasties. Although there are many lost copies, there are also many incomplete copies. There is something to say. But I think that is not locking people in a building, forcibly pulling out their nails, piercing through their throats, starving them to the point of fasting, and then melting the living people into gold, and finally molding them into golden bodies to worship—it shouldn’t be This kind of 'bong' law."

Bei Yanzhou laughed and sighed, but he didn't stop working, "So? They were fooled by you?" He put a wooden rafter on it, and turned the upper mechanism.The building has been covered with a brand new skin, and it looks as if there is no difference from when it was just completed a hundred years ago, as if time went back and everything started again. "Ancestor Chen Tuan did indeed write the "Preface to the Dragon Picture", but there is only a preface. As far as I know, there is no universal version of the 21 pictures of the "Dragon Picture" he created; There must be a market of ten thousand gold, and even tomb robbers can double their value if they can get a rare piece of paper. You said it as if it fell from the sky lightly."

"It didn't fall from the sky." Wang Qiao said with a smile, "I won it by playing chess."

"Are you good at chess?"

"It's good or bad, because I don't have any intention of winning or losing. And I was very young at that time... I probably didn't have any skills at all. But it was really strange that day... I lost my way in the mountains and met An old man who played chess with himself."

"Ha, it's the first time I've heard this version of Lan Ke's story."

"He drew a chessboard on the stone and embedded the chess pieces. I leaned over to look at it. I found that he only placed black chess pieces, but the white chess pieces were empty; but the white chess pieces were moving faintly, as if invisible, watching Pieces are falling in the blank spaces that are not visible. He has to think about each piece for a long time, and I am wondering where his invisible opponent has placed the invisible pieces. It is really fun. I asked him , who are you playing chess with? Guess how he answered?"

Bei Yanzhou rolled his eyes indifferently: "I thought you were just beating around the bush and asking me if I knew where Yu Qing had gone, otherwise it would be unreasonable for you to bother me now with the crucial finishing work. Pay the money, pay the money your ancestors and your wife earned you with great difficulty—I now understand that you are indeed a dandy second-generation ancestor, and you are also an idiot."

Wang Qiao sat up straight, his staring eyes widened due to lack of sleep: "Do you really know where he is?!"

Bei Yanzhou laughed at him: "You can't do this, can you? The flood season is coming, success or failure depends on one move... If you are unsure, everything you have painstakingly planned may be in vain. If you don't say anything else, you can beat yourself to the nines." layer?"

"No. I feel like moss is growing in the crevices of my bones, and it's so greasy that I can't use it... Ah, I'm even more worried when I think that my master is coming... I'm afraid that this appearance will make him so angry that he will fly straight up. He He has no relatives and no reason with me, and at such an advanced age, he lost a pair of legs to save me, and taught all his skills to me, I really feel sorry for him now."

"I said, the kung fu you practice...whatever it is, let's call it kung fu first—is it so casual? It must be that the more you go up, the more you have to keep your mind and focus, right? You are so emotionally chaotic and out of mind, how did you cultivate in the first place?"

"I didn't want so much at the beginning. Back then, I only saw the verdant mountains and only a few green leaves, and I felt relieved just by looking at them. Now I am more greedy, just like a poor boy seeing rare jewels that he has never seen in his life. Hanging on the bosom and holding it in the hand, I can’t take it off. I’m always worried that it will be lost after two steps. If it’s lost, how can it be lost? It hurts my heart, like a money-saving squirrel, wishing to dig a hole and hide it all, so that no one can see it..." He shook his head and laughed at himself, "Where is there any realm to speak of?"

"You are in trouble in our line of work. No matter what line of business you are in, you will always hit a hurdle sometimes, and you can't get over it." Bei Yanzhou said, "Okay, go and help me turn over there. Axis disk. I guess you have been stuck in this calamity for a long time, why, why don't you ask a famous teacher for advice?"

The sound of rolling bearings came, and Wang Qiao shook his head again and again: "No, no, let Master know that not only did I not obey and forget people, but also... and... cough cough, I don't think I can escape a beating. Said, I have to go back to the mountains with him and continue to look down on the mountains."

Bei Yanzhou shook his head and smiled, "It's not the master in the mountain, but your master in this building." A long staircase landed in front of them, leading to the dome on the top floor of the twelfth floor; The two sides are opened, and the sun shines down the stairs. From this angle, you can see the faint incense table, which is completely different from the darkness in memory.

"The altar table was found from the remains of the original ruins. I restored the Buddhist altar according to the original pattern... Although it was not supposed to be used to place Shen Wangquan's golden body, it is still a thought. You have to go up Have a look?" The builder smiled, "Look at the original appearance of the top floor of the twelfth floor."

Wang Qiao went up the stairs to meet the light.The scene in front of me spread out like a picture scroll; all the dark, horrible scenes full of corruption and stench are now unfolded in a soft and warm light, carefully carved by skilled craftsmen appearance.You have to look carefully, all the details, orientations, and scales are the same as the ones he can remember, but he thought to himself that this is the building built by Bei Yanzhou, and there is no hatred, ambition, or calculation in the corners. Every suture is full of the earnestness of the maker, as if it has also been infected with his flamboyant temperament, as if you can see him earnestly sculpting with a little smile, and he puts all his heart and soul into it.The dragon and phoenix carvings on the screen wall are intertwined with each other, but one is upward and the other is downward, which is lifelike. The Xuanxing is based on the four elephants, nine heavens, and twenty-eight mansions.It is like a huge compass, connecting the sky and the earth together.

He thought back to the last time he was here.After a series of confusion and shock, some of them can't remember clearly.Wang Qiao walked to the side of the altar, thinking that he held the mouth of the Sacrificial Buddha in confusion at that time.Thinking about it now, this scene is a bit embarrassing and funny; but he also remembers the shrunken body and emaciated face made of gold, only half the height of a person, no longer the heroic demeanor in his dream, the rare appearance.

The incense table has the color of burning fire.He walked back and reached out to touch the lettering at the bottom, the lettering was still there.He turned the desk over and saw the crooked characters for the first time under the light.Just like that day, Wang Qiao knelt down and stretched out his hand, and the deep and shallow depressions were branded on his fingertips with his movements: ——to enter my door, you need to answer three questions.

There were dried blood stains in the crooked lines, and when time touched the words, Wang Qiao seemed to see Shen Wangquan right in front of him, on the other side of the table, the bloody, emaciated man at the end. Always try your best to entrust all the answers in this short gatha; a hundred years is as long as the last stroke of a sentence.He felt that their fingertips were touching together through the insurmountable barriers built by time, and the phantoms of sight met between the transparent walls.

What do you want me to answer for you?Are you asking me to answer because you already know the answer, or because you don't know what is right?

The eyes that were a hundred years ago in front of him are like peaches and plums spring breeze, slightly bent: You thought of it.The predecessors may not be right, Long Tu may not be right, and Gui Zang may not be right either.As for me, I was even more wrong, so wrong, and I am also waiting for an answer.Is it right or wrong for me to love someone this way?What is the point of me saving hundreds of thousands of lives?What is the meaning of my drowned mountains and rivers?What's the meaning of the vileness I've buried inside?

I know the plans of the Twelve Families. I am not as good as I am portrayed in the drama, and I am not a saint praised by all people.I just want to keep that person—at least I want to keep him more heartily.I know that if he exposes his identity, it is tantamount to jumping into a fire pit, and those people uphold the so-called righteousness to tie him to the fire.I deliberately buried everything under the vast mist, everything that can prove his past - then he is just a down and out young master, a patient rescued by me, and a brother from the same school; It's just Ru Fengsheng, it's just my third brother, and it can't be anyone else.It is only right for the Twelve Families to hate me. I buried all their ideals and hopes of restoring the country under the water, just because I fell in love with one person.

We gave different answers, me, Wang Qianshan, and you.I was wrong, I didn't like his answer, so I hope it's wrong too.And you?

Wang Qiao thought for a long time, and slowly replied: I don't think you are wrong, or is there such a possibility that there is no such thing as right or wrong here?Teacher Shen, now I can use it to adjust my breath and rotate around the sky, and I can also use it to defuse attacks, harmonize the inside and outside, and use the power of all things to give birth to all things.But I always feel that... I don't really understand it, so I can't go any further.I often wonder why you created "Fengwen", why is it like a mirror that sees thousands of people with thousands of faces, and everyone only sees what they want to see?Is it the gist of Zhang Yang's martial arts, or is it an unspeakable secret?Is it a letter that could not be sent, or a heavenly book with no words or solutions?

Shen Wangquan smiled slightly, his phantom was like a puff of smoke that would not disperse, blurred like a translucent gauze flipping in the wind.His story comes slowly from the fingertips, with the dust of 100 years and the taste of the recent fire:

Originally because of Longtu.We have been competing on who can beat each other and create a martial art that is unparalleled in the world; he—Ru Fengsheng has studied the mystery of the formation in Long Tuli and improved it completely, but that martial art is too overbearing... Clever taking is even more plundering. Although powerful, it is extremely harmful to oneself and cannot be practiced.

Martial arts that cannot be practiced naturally cannot be the strongest.But the martial art that came from the stars is too mysterious, profound and endless, I know he is reluctant to give up, and I am also reluctant to give up; the more you delve into it, the more you will be attracted by it.At the beginning, I wanted to suppress the evil spirit of Longtu itself, or dispel the damage.What you see now, the track formed by the changes of numbers and formations, is the iron chain that binds the dragon.But after all, this is to stop the boiling water, it is better to draw fire from the bottom of the pot; the best is of course to directly remove the damage, but no matter how you try, the powerful power cannot be created out of nothing, and the actual damage cannot be avoided no matter what.

Then I thought of another way, I want to transfer the damage.This is like a hanging log on a cliff, and the two maintain a precarious balance at one end; if one person wants to go further, the other needs to retreat deeper in the same way.If anyone is willing to sacrifice for nothing, someone will have everything he can dream of.

It's not fair.What should the victim do?

In terms of fairness, who would fall in love with others?

I have exhausted all the time I was lingering on, no outside to the biggest, no inside to the smallest, without the entanglements of the world of mortals, without any things that can be left behind, I have studied this mentality deeply, so that I can live in In it and out of it.I am the molded golden body, and the entangled Gu root; I am the ghost in your dream, and I am also the notch under this table.The root of life for the dead, the root of death for the living.I know that one step further and I will be scattered in all this, becoming everything and nothing.

He smiled regretfully, I know, you don't think so.But my answer is already written, and I can't change it anymore.I would like to see how you answer... If it is really a mirror, then whose appearance do you see in your mirror?

The shadow in front of me is like the reflection on the waves of the lake. When you touch it, it is thin and warm, and the more you want to hold it in your hand, the more it disturbs the water waves.He leaned forward, through the water mirror, to reach for the man's hand.It's always a little bit close, the thread of love turns into a breeze and entangles him, and when he wants to catch him, he pushes him forward.He stretched his shoulders, arms, hands and feet, threw away the last air in his mouth, and called his name in the water, the bubbles reflected all the bizarre memories and hit the surface——

With a bang, his head hit the corner of the table, causing him to groan in pain, as if he was suddenly dragged ashore from the water, and he barely looked forward when he was suffering from a splitting headache. He was still in front of the overturned altar, and someone Across the crooked horizontal and vertical hold his hand.

Wang Qiao frowned, thinking that I'm afraid I'm still in a dream, floating up layer by layer.Shen Wangquan's appearance is naturally extremely beautiful, the warm color of his skin reflected in the sun, like the light pink of Yingshan in the slight drunkenness of spring, and the nymphs rushing to his face bring out a trace of lively vitality.He smiled at Wang Qiao, and wanted to let go of his clasped hands, but he held them back; he said softly:

"Have a nightmare?"

"……Why are you here?……"

"You're calling me."

Wang Qiao didn't let go, he couldn't take off the knuckles that held his wrist like iron clamps, so he leaned closer, the breath in the cheek that had never been in a dream was hot, the jade cheeks were faint, and the lips were bright red, as if time had never Walking away, with a narrow expression, she moved to a very close position, crossed her neck and wrapped her arms, and kept kissing.Wang Qiao let him get close, and did not reach out to cover his lips until the moment before his lips and teeth intersected. He tilted his jaw back, frowned and smiled: "Isn't it back? This face is not good."

The person in his arms froze slightly, and after a while he said bravely: "Why not? Isn't it good-looking? When he was alive, he was feared to be the most beautiful woman in the world. No wonder tens of thousands of people hugged him and followed him around. It's no wonder that Toad Saint I wish I could lock him up..."

"Whether he has nothing to do with me... You, you, you forced me to deceive my master and destroy my ancestors, isn't it a punishment from God... Don't make trouble, quickly replace my Ah Qing."

Yu Yuqing struggled to retract his hands, he still looked like Shen Wangquan, but blushed a lot, "You relax, let go."

"I do not."

"I swear I won't see you until I find you..."

"I've already seen you. What are you like? Are you still you? I know you. If there is no news about him, or if there is something wrong with him, how can you still have the mind to play with me?"

Yu Yuqing was hit by his words, and seeing him smiling and looking at him, suddenly felt an inexplicable anger in his heart, stopped talking, turned his wrist back, and bumped his elbow to release his one-handed restraint.With a light swipe of the backhand, a move of "turning the hand into the cloud" swept the acupoints on his arm, stretched out his soft strength, and sent him backwards.Wang Qiao was stunned and said, "What are you doing?" Yu Yuqing smiled and said, "Teach you on behalf of your master." Live, palms like the wind, Wang Qiao let out a hey, made a wrapping formula, saw the tricks, and went down the river, wrapping his hands around him.Yu Yuqing's feet turned around, mandarin ducks linked in circles, kicked and swung, three steps in one step, nine turns in three steps, as fast as hopping, Wang Qiao followed his steps, moving and dodging, the two people's knees and legs were intertwined, their bodies were entwined, in the thousands of points of sunlight The sprinkled mottled moves back and forth, fighting fast, and you can see the shadows in the clothes, the dragons and the phoenixes, not only fighting each other, but also supporting each other. Protecting in secret, indescribably romantic and charming.The two have never had a serious martial arts contest since they had completed their studies. The last time they fought in a hurry, Wang Qiao was in a state of confusion and didn't have the strength to protect his heart and relieve his strength. Cheng, was hit in the chest by him, and the qi was reversed, and it will last until recently; but now the sun is shining, the warm wind is intoxicating, the tall buildings are level with the lake, time has passed, and the person in front of him is the one he loves. Although the road ahead is long and there are many difficulties, I suddenly feel extremely peaceful in my heart, as if walking to the end of the water, sitting and watching the clouds rise; breaking the ink, and seeing the green mountains again.

He circled around and folded his arms, trying to hold the person back; but when the person who came came spun his feet, the person had already turned upside down, and his figure was reflected by the star map on the zenith, as if he was frightened by a dragon and a phoenix. , fell outside the circle with a smile, and when he looked up, the man had changed back to his original appearance, and he showed his face and said: "It seems that the ability has recovered well! Do you dare to compete with me?" After saying that, he waved his hand, The scabbard turned around a few times, and it was firmly held in the palm of the hand, and the sword was pulled out of the sheath with a clang. It turned out to be a long sword with a black handle.

"Isn't it too much for you to use this sword?" Wang Qiao smiled and said, "A good sword, where did it come from?"

"You, Teacher Shen, gave it to you." Yu Yuqing raised his eyebrows, with a playful tone, "Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

Wang Qiao said: "You know I never carry a sword. My sword can walk on its own. If you don't pay attention, he will lose it." He doesn't like martial arts, and he is lazy. I don't want to work hard, even if I master Fengwen now and have Wudang's unique knowledge, my nature is hard to change. Although I have never slackened in my research, I have been able to avoid troubles along the way.But today, when I re-read the three questions, I met a famous teacher again, and I had a hearty contest that I have never had in my life. Butterfly, it seems that something is about to come out there, and it seems that the mortise and tenon overlap, and it is just right to go in an inch.

Both of them were thinking in the same way, the scene just now was really too hearty, as if they were drunk, and the love is good, the whole body is full of energy, and the excitement is booming. Let it go; Wang Qiao thought for a while, then stretched out his hand, "Give me the scabbard." Yu Yuqing tossed the scabbard, but he didn't care what kind of weapon Wang Qiao used. In the same way, no matter how sharp a weapon is, it can be used softly and gently without hurting anyone.He laughed and said: "Don't blame Tuo Da if you lose, come again!" Before he finished speaking, he plunged into the sword, and the black sword spit out an inch of sword light, and the evil spirit hit his face.

Wang Qiao hastily wiped the scabbard flat, not daring to touch it directly, and shouted: "You murdered your husband—" Stumbling out of the way, he made a tactic with his palms, and slid away against the ground, but the scabbard hit the back of his heart instead. , this move kills two birds with one stone, both offensive and defensive; Yu Yuqing turned the long sword upside down, and stabbed it straight down from the back, just above the scabbard, with a consistent zhenqi, as if a heavy hammer hit back his throat, forcing him to be unable to speak, For a moment, the sword light was like rain, splashing down from the sky.Relying on the wide scabbard, Wang Qiao blocked it with horizontal strength, and rolled around to avoid it with a move of "surround Wei and save Zhao".Yu Yuqing swung his black sword across his body, and the sword formula turned into "Wendi Sword" drawn sideways, "the people of the past" were crying like complaints; , use strength as the front, and come out of the sheath; it is precisely to use your own lack of front to block the enemy's sharpness.

Yu Yuqing turned the body of the sword, facing the scabbard with the spine of the sword, the power of "Zai Zhongzhou" is like silk, the sword is light and the sheath is heavy, Wang Qiao suddenly felt his arm sink, as if he had been shackled by a thousand catties, he couldn't help but Praise: "Good swordsmanship!" Knowing that entanglement is useless, he immediately dropped his hand and discarded the sheath, backhanded the formula, and kicked the long sheath on the ground with one foot, kicking it into the air.Yu Yuqing shook his wrist and flipped his sword, the middle palace rushed forward, the sword energy was strong, it was like a dark night, covering most of the sunlight.Taking advantage of the wind, Wang Qiao jumped up, hooked back into the sheath, and turned his strength at will, with a backhand move of "Take ten thousand and one catch".When he dismantled this stance with Daoist Beiming on the mountain, no matter how smooth the previous stances were, he could only use the power of letting go of the world to be everything, and gather the power of gathering together, but he couldn't do whatever he wanted , can be retracted and released freely; at this time, it seems to be used in a natural way, like a full moon, ready to go.The two circled their swords in mid-air at the same time, piercing straight in the middle palace; the blades of the swords intersected with the scabbard, only to hear the black sword dragon roar, and flew into the scabbard like a black light, as if diving into the water. It couldn't stop shaking, and made a sound of urn, which lasted for a long time.

The two stood facing each other, sweating profusely, breathless, unable to speak for a moment, their eyes met each other, and a smile slowly appeared from the corner of their mouths, it was only a few short moves, but it seemed that they had exhausted their energy. What I have learned all my life, and I have a glimpse of a new world; it is more like a moment of entanglement and hatred, and I have spent this long life.The two hands loosened at the same time, and the long sword fell to the ground, but they were already hugging each other, their breaths were feeding each other, and their necks were lingering.

Yu Yuqing tore off the skirt of his upper body, pulled off the bound linen, and saw that the bruise on his chest that was hit by his palm was about to dissipate, leaving a faint mark; lightly touching with his fingers, he wiped away the bruise that was still there. An old scar remained, and asked lightly, "Does it still hurt?"

"It hurts." Wang Qiao said honestly, "You almost couldn't get out of bed for two days because you took pictures of me, okay, my ribs are broken..." He hugged the thin waist in front of him, and slowly slid his fingers down the recess, "If you feel bad, just kiss me."

Yu Yuqing caressed his heaving chest, along the neck to the chin, biting and ravaging his mouth all the way.When the kiss was in full swing, the hand suddenly pressed hard secretly, and pressed a new green fox mark on the heart, overlapping the old and new wounds, it looked a little cute.

Probably the person involved didn't think so, and shouted out loudly without image: "I'm in pain, ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm--"

It's a pity that the teeth were pried, the tip of the tongue was bitten, and the pain was blocked between the soft lips and teeth. It sounded like intimacy and sweetness, and a different kind of tenderness.