The Beauty’s Blade

Yue Qingtan sat aside quietly drinking tea.

She was dressed in Tsing Yi, demure and gentle, like a young lady coming out of a big family.

Yue Qingtan has no weapons, and her pair of cloud sleeves are weapons.

Around Yue Qingtan were a group of warrior warriors, either holding knives in their hands or carrying swords around their waists. In the building of Chunfeng Yixiao, the guarded women in powder coats and masks seemed to have seen nothing.

Yue Qingtan finally put down the cup in her hand. She stroked her sleeves, and the atmosphere in this building suddenly became tense. Yue Qingtan glanced at the group of people, covered his lips and smiled lightly: "You don't need to be so nervous, I have already sent Jade Guanyin back to the general altar of Bishui Sect. As for me, the purpose of coming to Chunfeng Yixiaolou is the same as you. It’s fun, and if you can see the spring breeze and smile, it’s worth spending a lot of money.” Like a lady, but also like a wave of flowers, two completely different temperaments. Qingtan's body merged.

These people from the rivers and lakes did not do anything, nor did they leave.

"Even if Jade Goddess of Mercy is not in your hands, you are a member of the Bishui Cult, a disciple of the Demon Cult, and everyone has it!" I don't know who shouted first, and all kinds of echoes rang out.

Yue Qingtan snorted, pointed to the young disciple at the front, and asked, "Where is Yushengyan?"

The young man's face turned red all of a sudden, and the long sword in his hand was slowly lowered. He argued: "Girl Jade is the leader, how can she be like you disciples of the Demon Cult?"

"Should the leader be the head of all evil?" Yue Qingtan asked slowly.

"Miss Jade, she, she is different, she doesn't care about things, yes, she doesn't care about the demon sect. You threatened her and treated her as a puppet. If she knows that you do a lot of evil, she will definitely stop it!" This young man Still struggling, say a few good things for Yushengyan. Everyone in the rivers and lakes knows that the leader of the Bishui Sect, Yu Shengyan, never cares about the affairs of the religion.

"She is different. She will never be the same as anyone else." Yue Qingtan chuckled lightly, turned to the person who was hidden by the pillar, and asked, "Miss Fu, are you right?"

"Yes." Fu Wanqing walked around and sat opposite Yue Qingtan, as if the two were long-lost friends, rather than opposing decent chivalrous girls and disciples of the Demon Cult.

"When will the young lady return the leader to us?" Yue Qing Tan had a gentle smile. She stroked her sleeves, poured a cup of tea for Fu Wanqing, and continued, "If the leader does not return to Qianbi Island, I am afraid Lou Ke's heart is going crazy, you also know that her legs are inconvenient, it must be a very laborious thing to find her in person."

"If your leader will go back, you should ask her yourself." Fu Wanqing took a sip of the tea cup and smiled lightly.

"That's good." Yue Qingtan turned around and said again, "Master, do you want to return to Qianbi Island with your subordinates?"

Yu Shengyan, who had been sitting quietly behind the pillar, turned out. She walked to Fu Wanqing's side and responded indifferently: "No." After a while, she continued to say, "You tell the disciple who is teaching. No need to come and find me."

"Master, you also know that Lou Kexin's temperament is not something I can persuade." Yue Qingtan snorted. When talking about the three words, a flash of disdain flashed in his eyes.

Yu Shengyan's brows frowned, and the corners of her lips were slightly pursed. After a long time, she sighed, "Let her follow her."

This person, she couldn't control Yushengyan even if she wanted to. What's more, her promise was just to protect her life.

"Ms. Fu, I came to Chunfeng Yixiaolou for pleasure. Isn't there no beauty to accompany you?" Yue Qingtan raised his eyebrows, showing a slightly frivolous look.

"You are looking for the wrong person." Fu Wanqing smiled and shook her head, and replied, "You should ask the owner of Chunfeng Yixiao Lou, Chunfeng laughs, not me."

Between Yue Qingtan and Fu Wanqing, they are like old friends who have known each other for many years. Yu Shengyan had this idea in his mind, and suddenly a little bit of not coming came into his heart. Glancing faintly at Yueqing Tan, Yu Shengyan naturally stretched out his hand and pulled a strand of Fu Wanqing's hair behind his ear.

Yue Qingtan took a meaningful look at Yu Shengyan, and passed the martial arts man who drew his sword, and walked upstairs. Her hands were trapped in her sleeves, and the smile on her face was gentle and gentle, but this was the case, even the martial arts knights did not dare to come closer, as if the demon cult disciples would eat people.

"She doesn't have you as the leader in her eyes." Fu Wanqing dragged Yushengyan into her arms and chuckled.

Yushengyan answered quietly, "She has always been the only one in her eyes."

Yue Qingtan never succumbed to the former leader, and naturally would not succumb to her.

Fu Wanqing smiled: "She went up to find Chunfeng and smiled. She likes women? Is Bishuijiao really like the legend?"

Yushengyan frowned and broke free from Fu Wanqing's arms. She said, "Yue Qingtan and others, like you, might only like themselves."

Fu Wanqing rolled her eyes, bit her lip, and said softly, "Why? I not only like myself, I also like you."

Yu Shengyan smiled again, and the corners of her lips lifted slightly with a hint of irony.

Fu Wanqing was almost laughing, and one day she stopped laughing suddenly, that would be a terrifying thing.

But Yu Shengyan, she was like the ice and snow on Kunlun Mountain, bitterly cold. She is cold, she should have no expression, like a beautiful statue, but she smiled. Her smile fascinated everyone's eyes. At this moment, they all thought in their hearts: What is Chunfeng smile? That was just a shadow of Yushengyan.

Yue Qingtan stayed in Chunfeng Yixiao Tower for three days, and those so-called chivalrous people also stayed in Chunfeng Yixiao Tower for three days. When Yue Qingtan stepped out, they seemed to have agreed, and they shot together. The cyan cloud sleeves were rolled and clinked, and the weapons were sent back along the same path. A sneered smile appeared on Yue Qingtan's face, and several of them disappeared from their vision.

"The disciples of the Demon Cult are too powerful. We are not her opponents at all."

"We must unite and deal with her together."

"Aren't we on the same board just now? But we still lost..."

"The White Alliance! Yes, the White Alliance!"

"Ms. Fu had a very happy conversation with her in Chunfeng Yixiaolou, how could she help us?"

"Are you stupid? Miss Fu is Miss Fu, and the White Dao League is the White Dao League. Let's go to Shen Shaoxia."

I don't know if it was more eager to get rid of the demon cult disciples, or more sad about the whereabouts of Jade Guanyin, the knights of all sects suddenly found a direction. Chivalrous Villa, Baidao Alliance, the spark that had been annihilated in the heart suddenly burned eagerly.

They knew that Shen Shengyi would intervene in this matter, just as they knew that Fu Wanqing would not help.

The five children of the Baidao Alliance are all here. They originally came here to investigate Yu Guanyin, except for Fu Wanqing.

What was unexpected was that when discussing how to deal with the Bishui Sect, Fu Wanqing showed up. She did not come alone, and she also brought the leader of the Bishui Sect, Yu Shengyan. There were some subtle feelings in the hearts of those present, but only Yang Wumin, who covered his face with a veil, raised objections, and her pair of spiteful eyes were full of resentment towards the two.

Yang Wumin's face was ruined, in Yu Shengyan's hands, or in her own hands.

Fu Wanqing smiled leisurely: "Why don't you continue? Have you figured out how to enter Qianbi Island?"

"Isn't Sister Fu kidding, what can they do with the elm bumps?" Guo Ju yawned lazily, lying on the chair, he covered his lips and asked, "What about beautiful sister, why not? Come with you?"

Zhong Shixiu glared at Guo Ju ferociously, and the ferocious eyes seemed to swallow him.

Zhong Shiling pressed his younger brother's shoulders, he concealed the eagerness in his words, and slowly asked: "Yes, Miss, San Young Master? Why didn't she come over?"

"How do I know?" Fu Wanqing chuckled, "Gu Yu is not from my Chivalry Villa. Didn't your brothers always follow her? How come they disappeared suddenly?"

"That's not to blame the dead boy Guo Ju!" Zhong Shixiu couldn't help but yelled, "If his frivolous behavior had not angered the third son, the third son would not even refuse our brothers. See you!" Seeing Guo Ju's nonchalant expression, the more he thought about it, the more angry he slammed into Guo Ju's seat.

The slashing wind of the sword came oncoming, and Guo Ju shot out like an off-string arrow. As soon as he touched his waist, he held a soft sword in his hand. It shook like a white practice. He shouted violently, "Zhong Shixiu, do you want to fight, do you want to fight? This young master will stay with you to the end!" Among them, Fu Wanqing has the highest ability, while the Zhong brothers belong to the last. Zhong Shiling watched coldly and did not move, and Zhong Shixiu, who was dazzled by anger, was not Guo Ju's opponent.

Shen Shengyi's gentle face was as gloomy as it was covered with thick ink. With his fists clenched, he shouted at the fighting two: "Have you two troubled enough?" The gentle and gentle Shen Shaoxia was angry. , He snatched Zhong Shixiu's knife as soon as he shot, while the other hand held the tip of Guo Ju's sword tightly.

"I'm pooh, Shen Shengyi, let me tell you, don't care about our heavenly secret gate affairs!" Zhong Shixiu spit on the ground and shouted.

Guo Ju snorted and withdrew his long sword.

Fu Wanqing turned to Yushengyan and asked mockingly: "Do you think they are funny?"