Since ancient times, talented people have been merry, and this kind of romance is not about the movement on some beds, but about love, ruthlessness is not like amorous suffering, and an inch is still tens of millions of wisps, this is love.

Life is a lover, and this hatred is not about the wind and the moon, this is also love.

Too many talented people dream of one day, holding the hand of their son, growing old with their son, thinking that they will never regret the gradual widening of their clothes and belts, and they will be haggard for Yi, thinking that if the two love is for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight.

These feelings are bitter, detached, single-minded, and happy.

It seems that many of them are not as good as expected, but the talented people are still rushing to fall into it like moths to a fire.

In fact......

In the end, it's not hard to see why.

In this world, reading is the only way out of Jinshi, ten years of hard study, every day looking out of the window at the sunrise and sunset, flowers blooming, winter to spring.

Eventually, one day, riding a horse and holding a fan, chased by thousands of people, if he directly answered the marriage covenant with his fingertips, he unveiled the hijab that had never been covered......

If it were flowers and moons, it would be fine, but how many flowers and moons are there in the world, and how many women can drink and lyrically with talents?

It's a bipolar world.

Men, poetry is right, pen and ink are all skills, women, if not exceptional, generally speaking, three from the four virtues is beauty, no talent, is virtue.

So, how many words can such two people communicate when they walk together?

So, in the world of the two poles, the green building is rampant, the wonderful song is singing, in the wind and the moon, the woman strokes the piano, paints, recites poetry, forms pairs, complements each other with the talents, looks at the moon and drinks, talks about the past and the present.

Why not have fun?

Therefore, in this world, if any famous genius does not have a few heart-wrenching, twists and turns of his love history, he is embarrassed to talk about the word "love" in the circle of talents.

And Yun Qingwu is undoubtedly the person in the dream of countless talented people of the Great Xia Dynasty who are lovesick, staging bitterness, single thought, and admiration.

Because, Yun Qingwu knows the piano, painting, chess, poetry, it can be said that as long as the talents can do it, she will do it, and the talents can understand it, she knows everything, and it has gone to the next level.

So......

How can talented people endure not to be emotionally attached to such a woman.

"Cloud Light Dance, how can you be in the Southern Regions?!"

This was the first thought of the talents, and the second thought was "Has Yun Qingwu been kidnapped?", of course, this second thought did not last long.

Because, they saw the demons behind Yun Qingwu, those demons with serious expressions, but they were respectful to Yun Qingwu.

"Yun Qingwu, is it also a demon?!"

When this thought rose in the hearts of the talents, their hearts were broken, but in addition to the heartbreak, several talents plucked up their courage and clenched their fists.

Even if you're a demon, you can't stop me from admiring you.

This is love.

At least, it is the love that the world's talents admire.

Nangong Hao's eyes also noticed Yun Qingwu in a plain white dress on the cliff of Wind Valley Mountain, but his expression and reaction were completely different from those of Yu's talents.

"Isn't it really dead?" The sword in Nangong Hao's hand tightened subconsciously, and his mind recalled a scene in the lake not long ago, when he slashed down the forty-nine seven-star sword formation with his sword, and his white clothes were stained with blood.

However, he always had a doubt.

It is......

Is the woman who was killed by her own sword in the painting boat really Yun Qingwu?

"Young Master of the Demon Clan, Yun Qingwu!" Xing Qingsui's gaze was full of coldness at this moment, and the moment he saw Yun Qingwu, the sword in his hand came out of its scabbard.

The pitch-black Jian Yao pointed at the guqin in Yun Qingwu's hand, and his battle intent soared.

"What? Yun Qingwu is a demon...... Young master?!"

"Gongzi, is there a mistake?"

"How is this possible?"

When the talented people heard Xing Qingsui's words, they all looked at the figure on the cliff with a look of disbelief, this feeling is more surprising than pointing to a vegetable vendor and saying, looking at this is the emperor of our Great Xia Dynasty, at least, these talented people don't want to believe it.

Of course, believing or not believing is not what you think, but ......

Fact!

As the melodious sound of the piano lingered in the air, the men in black standing behind Yun Qingwu also lifted their cloaks one by one.

Two pale red magic eyes lit up at this moment.

Although the red of those two demon eyes is somewhat different from the red of the demon eye on the forehead of the worship star, the realm represented is already very obvious.

Reincarnation, two reincarnations!

In addition, there is another person standing next to the two reincarnations, the magic eye on his forehead is green, but it is so green that it makes people tremble.

Return to the pinnacle of the Light Realm.

The ten domains of the demon race, the three deputy capitals of the star field, two reincarnations, and one return to the peak of the light realm, as for the man in black standing behind these three people, his forehead was all green.

"Two reincarnation realms, one to the peak of the Returning Light Realm, and at least fifty elites returning to the Returning Light Realm, plus ...... The soldiers of the Southern Regions surrounded by the front and back...... How is this battle going to be fought?"

"I'm dying!"

"No, I'm just here for the exam, and I don't want to die yet!"

"Shut up, death is death, what's there to call it! Die under the pomegranate skirt, be a ghost and be romantic, the clouds dance lightly, I just want to die in your hands!" A talented man glanced at the frightened genius next to him with a disdainful face, and then, with tears in his eyes, he looked at the figure in a plain white dress on the cliff of Wind Valley and shouted.

And just as the words of this genius fell, a purple light also rushed into the sky from behind Yun Qingwu, and then, from the sky.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of bloody arrows erupted from the mouth of the genius.

He looked at his chest in disbelief, because there was a sword on his chest, a sword that had been completely pierced into his chest.

Bright red blood flowed from the blade and dripped to the ground.

"You ......" Caizi looked at the middle-aged man standing in front of him, as well as the magic eye with a light red light flashing on the middle-aged man's forehead, and seemed extremely unwilling.

The middle-aged man drew his sword, blood gushing out, but he didn't look at the talented man from beginning to end, and he didn't even give a more specific reason to kill.

Just spit out four words faintly from his mouth.

Ten years of hard study, once admitted to the palace examination, chased by thousands of people, insisting on finding the talent in his heart, at the last moment when he closed his eyes, he heard these four words.

It's just grass mustard.

Panic, confusion, hesitation, confusion......

At this moment, these talented people who once claimed to be geniuses finally understood a truth, in the Great Xia Dynasty, under the huge aura of the famous family behind them, they were the pride of the sky.

They can indulge in the wind and moon, they can swim in the lake in a chic way, talk, and chant poetry.

However, one day, once they walked out of Great Xia and walked out of the aura of a famous family, they couldn't do anything.

Just as they once saw themselves square.

Even if a person from a common place in a mountain village is a genius, what kind of storm can he set off? How can a person from a famous family feel the heritage of a common man in a mountain village?

At that time, they are proud, and they are empty-eyed.

But now, ......

When they were between the dispute between the Great Xia Dynasty and the Southern Regions, and in the middle of the two attacks between the Southern Regions and the Demon Clan, they also felt a kind of powerlessness.

A genius at the pinnacle of Amaterasu?

In front of the demons in the reincarnation realm, it is grass mustard.

Kusuke who can be slashed with a sword casually.

Chen Feiyu's eyes looked at the talented man who was lying in a pool of blood, that talented man was very close to him, only two steps away, and he could even feel the temperature of the blood spurting from the middle-aged man's chest after drawing his sword.

Bright red blood splattered on his face.

His gaze looked at the unwillingness and despair on the face of the genius, and for the first time, he felt that death was so close to him.

As a disciple of the Thirteen Mansions, of course he had seen too much blood.

However, the blood was not as hot as it is now, because behind that blood, there is a blessing, the blessing of the Thirteen Mansions.

When he broke through from the peak of the Amaterasu Realm to the Returning Light Realm.

He has only one thought in his heart, and that is to show, show his strength, let people exclaim, let people admire, and let people know that he Chen Feiyu is a genius.

But what about now?

When a demon from the reincarnation realm stood less than two steps in front of him, holding a blood-stained sword in his hand, he said the words grass mustard to the human who was also a child of the family.

What is he doing?

When he returned to the Light Realm, he didn't want to show his strength from time to time.

However, now that he really had a chance, he had only one thought in his heart, and that was to wait, he didn't know whether he was waiting for the other party's sword to fall or waiting for the other party to leave.

Chen Feiyu didn't look at the middle-aged man's expression, let alone the magic eye that made his heart tremble, he just lowered his head and looked at the talented man with a painful expression on the ground......

The middle-aged man's sword was slowly put away.

Then, his eyes looked at the silent talents around him, and there was a light in his eyes, which was the light of disdain and disdain.

His sword was put away and he didn't pull it out again, and slowly, the middle-aged man walked past the talented people who were stiffened in place, rubbed the shoulders of the talents, and walked in the direction of Baixing and Nangong Hao.

"He is only one person, we just need to work together to ......" A talented man spoke at this time, but before he finished speaking, he could no longer speak.

Because, in his throat there was a sword, a blood-stained sword.

The genius's gaze looked at the sword on his throat, with disbelief, despair and unwillingness, and the expression of the genius just now was somewhat the same, but the difference was that his gaze did not look at the middle-aged man holding the sword, but looked at his surroundings, those talents who usually call brothers and sisters, and drink and talk......

And now, the eyes of these talents are also looking at him, but their bodies are still motionless, and there is not a trace of sound in their mouths.

"Poof!"

A fountain of blood spurted out of the throat, casting the last of its brightness in the air.

The middle-aged man's sword was put into the sheath again, and he didn't look at the genius again, the difference was that this time he didn't even bother to say the four words of grass mustard.

Bright red blood dripped from his hands and fell to the ground.

Step by step, the middle-aged man's expression never changed at all, until he came to worship the star, and finally stood still, and did not speak again.

He didn't take out his sword again, just watched quietly, looking at Bai Xing, looking at Nangong Hao, looking at Yan Xiu, and looking at Fang Zhengzhi lying on the ground.

The sound of the piano is still echoing, from the middle-aged man taking out the sword, to the middle-aged man walking to the side of the worshipper and the others, the sound of the piano has been ringing, and there is no pause in between.

The rhythm is still so pleasant, so beautiful.

But......

At this moment, in the hearts of talented people, in their ears, they can no longer feel that kind of melodiousness, and the only thing they can feel may be blood, bright red blood.

"Gongzi, what do we do now?"

"Yes, the Holy Father gave you a holy order, what should you do? Did you put the Mountain Breaker Army in the Southern Regions? If so, ...... now"

"Gongzi, just with us people, we can't stop so many soldiers in the Southern Regions, as well as the demons!"

The leading sergeants finally spoke at this time, and their eyes all looked at Xing Qingsui who was standing in front of them.

After all, the situation has reached the point where it has to be issued.

The soldiers of the Southern Regions who surrounded them before and after, as well as the masters of the demon clan, such a huge comparison of strength, it is impossible to win at all.

And Xing Qingsui appeared here, holding the holy decree in his hand, which was indeed the only hope in their hearts.

When the other talents heard this, they also looked at Xing Qingsui one by one, as if they were looking at the last straw in their eyes.

Xing Qingsui did not stand with the talents, he stood in the same position as the leading sergeants, or rather, closer to Fang Zheng's position.

Listen to the words of the leading sergeants, as well as the voices of the talented people around them.

Xing Qingsui didn't speak immediately, but looked at the worship star in front of Nangong Hao, as well as the soldiers of the Southern Regions who were constantly pouring out of the Han Ape Tribe.

There was obvious hesitation in his eyes.

No one knew what Xing Qing was hesitating about, because, according to normal reasoning, this should be the time to fight head-on with the Southern Regions and the Demon Clan.

However, Xing Qingsui did hesitate.

And at this time, the sound of the piano finally stopped, the melodious sound was not there, and the tactful tune was also not there, but compared with just now, the hearts of the talented people were heavier.

It felt like waiting for some kind of verdict.

Live or die!

This is a sad and ridiculous feeling, a woman who made the talents of the Great Xia Dynasty affectionate, but now she is in control of their life and death.

So, what kind of decision will this woman who knows everything about piano, chess, poetry and painting, and poetry and song make to these talents?

Yun Qingwu's hand had already been lowered from the guqin, and his body slowly stood up from the stone bench at this time, and the eyes that had haunted countless people slowly looked down. (To be continued.) )