You worship me, I will soar

In the early morning of the next day, Chu Tingyan got on the horse and looked back in the direction of the Bu Mansion. There was no one there, and the knuckles of the knuckles of the hand holding the whip were turned blue and white due to excessive force. She lowered her eyes, and then swung the whip, But in the blink of an eye, the long figure disappeared.

Bu Hehuan, who was standing in the corner, came out and looked at the direction he left for a long time.

Half a month later, Bu Hehuan heard that everyone recommended Chu Tingyan to be the temporary leader of the martial arts alliance. Everyone in the martial arts world suffered serious casualties. It played a big role, so I was recommended to sit in this position at this critical moment.

Bu Hehuan also heard that Wushuanggu's martial arts skills have all increased greatly, and the martial arts practitioners have suffered heavy injuries. It is said that Zhengzheng and Wushuanggu will meet for a decisive battle in Chiyun Peak a few days later.

He was sitting in the gazebo at home holding his palms together. His neck, which had been hung with a jade pendant before, was empty, and his heart was also at a loss, not knowing where to go.

Mrs. Bu came over, Zhao Qingyuan and Zhao Qingyue supported her from left to right.

During this period of time, they were taken care of by their sisters, and Mrs. Bu's complexion improved a lot.

Bu Hehuan came back to his senses, got up and helped her sit down, "Mother."

Mrs. Bu couldn't help but feel sad seeing her son getting worse day by day. She and his father always hoped that he would be sensible, but now that he is sensible, she hoped that he would be as happy as before. She couldn't help it. He patted his hand, "I know you're sad, but you can't blame Yan'er for your father's affairs. Since you're worried about him, go find him."

Bu Hehuan shook his head lightly, and said sadly: "I know I can't blame him, but I don't know how to face him."

Zhao Qingyue looked at him with her chin propped up: "You still like him or not, you should know?"

"I……"

Bu Hehuan couldn't answer, he naturally liked him, that was the person he had liked for many years since childhood, how could he let go easily.

Seeing his expression, the three of them understood.

Zhao Qingyuan smiled elegantly: "Go, this decisive battle is life and death, don't leave any regrets."

Mrs. Bu patted his hand and persuaded: "Go, we need you now Yan Erbi, I will take good care of your father, he knows you are worried about him, he will definitely wake up."

Zhao Qingyue said: "I will stay and take care of Aunt Bu, and Mrs. Chu often comes to accompany Aunt Bu, don't worry."

Bu Hehuan hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't stand the worry in his heart, so he nodded slightly.

Zhao Qingyuan said: "I will go with you, so there will be someone to take care of you along the way."

When Ning Feiyi said to avenge her, she had already let go of her hatred. Ning Feiyi's sword had avenged her, and she was at ease. Protect him well, and have something to say to Mo Wushuang.

Now that he decided to go, Bu Hehuan suddenly felt anxious, and wanted to set off with his luggage. Mrs. Bu and the sisters from the Zhao family looked at his packed luggage and shook their heads helplessly.

Bu Hehuan blushed.

Mrs. Bu went over to hold him back, "It's already late today, we'll go tomorrow, your bags are packed, but Qingyuan's bags haven't been packed yet."

Bu Hehuan scratched his head in a daze, nodded and agreed.

Early the next morning, Bu Hehuan set off with the horse and Zhao Qingyuan.

After walking a few steps, they heard someone calling them from behind. Looking back, it was Ye Fengting, who was chasing after him on horseback, and said anxiously, "I'll go with you."

Bu Hehuan was slightly startled: "What are you going to do?"

"I'll take care of you." He said while turning his head to look at Zhao Qingyuan, and softly said affectionately: "...and Miss Zhao."

Bu Hehuan knew that he was doing it for Zhao Qingyuan, but couldn't help persuading him: "Cousin, your family has been in business for generations, you don't know martial arts at all, and you don't know what will happen then, what if you get injured?"

Ye Fengting immediately retorted: "Don't you also know martial arts?"

"I have Miss Zhao to take care of me."

Ye Fengting had a cheeky face: "Miss Zhao can also take care of me."

Didn't you say you came to take care of us!

Bu Hehuan supported his forehead, turned to look at Zhao Qingyuan, saw that her pretty face was stained with a touch of red, and couldn't help being slightly startled, it seemed that Zhao Qingyuan didn't dislike his cousin, so he had no choice but to compromise, "Then be careful yourself."

"Hey!" Ye Fengting immediately agreed happily.

The three of them galloped all the way to Chiyun Peak.

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Chu Tingyan was sitting in front of the fire by himself, surrounded by people from all walks of life gathered in twos and threes to enjoy the fire, no one came to disturb him, he never liked to talk too much, and he was even more silent recently, except for fighting against Wushuanggu, he would say a few words, Not much to say at other times.

Although people in Jianghu are careless, they also sense that he has concerns and likes to be clean, so they generally don't bother him.

At night, when the wind was blowing rustlingly, Chu Tingyan was fascinated by watching the extinguished fire. During the days when he was separated from Bu Hehuan, he was finally able to savor his heart carefully and understand the hidden deepest affection , also tasted endless bitterness, after all he understood too late, endless loneliness and longing were tormenting his heart.

A person from the rivers and lakes came over and said: "Leader, tomorrow is the day of the decisive battle, you should rest early."

Chu Tingyan nodded, and then lay down. Tomorrow, if he can go back alive, he must tell Bu Hehuan his heart. Even if Bu Hehuan can't forgive, he will spend his whole life confessing to him.

In the early morning of the next day, Chu Tingyan led the group to Chiyun Peak, where Mo Wushuang was already waiting, only to see that he had disappeared from his previous appearance, with snow-white hair and a blood-red mark between his eyebrows, looking like a monster.

Everyone in Wushuang Valley is like him, like a beast.

Li Qin stood on his right side, looking normal, without the same red marks as the others.

On the left of Mo Wushuang is Tang Yufeng, presumably he was the one who rescued Mo Wushuang, and the sudden increase in martial arts of everyone in Wushuang Valley must have something to do with him.

Lin Yiyao was also there, she had long since lost her previous gentle temperament, she was dressed in a purple dress alluringly, with vicious and cunning eyes.

Everyone in the Jianghu was shocked. Everyone knew that she had hurt President Bu before, but now they could not help but be surprised when they saw her true face, and they all scolded themselves for being blind.

Chu Tingyan shouted: "Mo Wushuang, don't make the same mistake again!"

Mo Wushuang gritted his teeth and said in a ruthless voice: "If it weren't for you decent people, how could Fei Yi die? I won't be able to appease my hatred if I don't kill all of you!"

His eyes were fierce, and he seemed to hate decent people even more than before.

Chu Tingyan disagreed, and only felt that he was very sad: "Senior Ning will die. It was not because of us from the beginning to the end, but because of you. You forced him to death step by step! It's a pity that you still can't see through it. Still hurting the people he wanted to protect."

Mo Wushuang's internal strength surged, his long hair flew flying, and he seemed to be going crazy, he kept yelling: "You are talking nonsense! You drove him to death!"

Chu Tingyan was unmoved, and continued: "It is in vain that I have not understood my own heart until now, so I betrayed that person, but you, who have long understood your love for Senior Ning, still betrayed him, pity you You don't understand love at all, you love him, but you don't know how to love him!"

"You're talking nonsense! You're talking nonsense!" Mo Wushuang suddenly went berserk, and rushed towards Chu Tingyan like a ghost. Everyone who blocked his way was torn apart by his bare hands, and even Wushuanggu's man was among them. Blood, like hell Shura.

Chu Tingyan resisted immediately, using all her strength for the first time, the master fought, the dust was flying, the trees were cut off, and the people around were forced to take several steps back again and again.

Both of them didn't draw their swords, what they fought was their internal strength.

The two groups of people also started to fight. Although there were not many people left in Wushuang Valley, all of them had greatly increased their skills, and they seemed to have exerted their physical fitness to the limit. The smell of blood spread all over the mountain, and all the birds and beasts ran away.

Lin Yiyao was even more merciless in his attacks, even facing his father's friends for many years, he could kill him painfully.

Chu Tingyan and Mo Wushuang fought each other hard, and when they were fighting fiercely, Tang Yufeng suddenly jumped up, with a sinister smile on his face, and a poisoned silver needle came towards Chu Ting.

Chu Tingyan couldn't withdraw her palm and watched the poisonous needle shoot towards her.

He chuckled in his heart, how could he forget that no one would be around to protect him anymore.

Thinking of Bu He Huan, I couldn't help but feel pain in my heart, I hope Huan'er won't be sad after his death...

At the very moment, another hidden weapon flew over in the air and knocked the silver needle to the ground.

Chu Tingyan's heart skipped a beat, and when he looked back, Bu Hehuan was lightly falling behind him.

Chu Tingyan couldn't describe the feeling at that moment, like a person who has been walking in the desert for a long time and saw an oasis, like sunshine after a continuous drizzle, in short, he saw the person he longed for the most in his heart, and he couldn't help murmuring: "Huan'er... ..."