Lan Qingruo was grieving his cultivation here, and while his face was crying, there were turbulent waves on Feiluan Peak. Shen Yuan picked up an inconspicuous cheap jade bracelet, listening to the report of the Shen family monk, his amber eyes were deep and crimson, and he usually eliminated demons, and his wrist holding the sword fighting method seemed to be holding something weighing a thousand catties, trembling slightly, and his face seemed to be hideous.

Staring at the Shen family monk kneeling at his feet, his voice was low and suppressed, "Are you sure what you have gained?"

"The subordinates went in person, and there was no doubt about it. The monk of the Shen family replied respectfully in a strong pretend, although he didn't know who the Lord asked him to check, but it was the first time he had seen the Lord like this. According to the villagers, the blue girl claimed to have escaped the scourge of war, and when her family migrated, she encountered bandits. was taken in by a widowed aunt in Peach Blossom Village, and set a family affair. At this time, what the Lord held in his hand was the gift of Wending at that time.

Shen Yuan looked at the jade bracelet and laughed angrily, his lips full of sarcasm. The aura flew wildly across Feiluan Peak, spreading white mist from his side, solidifying everything in the room into a layer of ice sculptures, and the water in the front yard froze. Spreading to the left and right of Feiluan Peak, the waterfall that gradually flowed was silent.

......Shen Yuan's mind kept showing different pictures, how shy and whispering she was to others, and her beautiful eyes were looking forward to it. If it weren't for the accident, would she have been someone else's wife at this time, would she have fallen asleep sweetly in someone else's arm, and would have spoken sweet words to others?

A beautiful sight hit his thoughts, the blood oath mark on his shoulder was as hot as ever, and all reason fell apart in an instant.

He is not dead yet, and his wife is planning to remarry!

The rich murderous aura emanating from Shen Yuan's body was also evil, and three marks faintly appeared between his eyebrows. Lan Qingruo, you are really good...... The blood was rolling, the anger was raging, and the irrepressible bright red overflowed from the lips, which also made the monks who bowed down to them terrified, "Lord!"

The Kunlun cultivators were stunned to see the things around them being shrouded in ice, and with Mo Zhanchen's cultivation, they immediately knew where this aura came from. Although I don't know what happened on Feiluan Peak, which made Senior Brother so angry, that the cultivation spread outward uncontrollably, if it continued like this, the entire Kunlun Mountain would become an iceberg, hurting the lives of the disciples in the sect. Surprised, he hurriedly rushed to Feiluan Peak, and then called Zhao Zhen, immediately searched for Lan Qingruo's whereabouts in Kunlun, and ordered her to return to Feiluan Peak immediately.

When Lan Qingruo returned to Feiluan Peak, the ice had already receded. There was a simple, low, quiet and distant guqin sound in my ears, which was pure and elegant, clear and far-reaching.

The light blue robe hung down from the smooth floor, and the robe was trimmed with gold thread that resembled the pattern of a mythical beast. Although she didn't understand the guqin, she could feel that Shizun's mood seemed to be very bad from the depressing atmosphere of Feiluan Peak and the moment of Kunlun's freezing.

She didn't know what had happened in the time she was away, and she didn't want to be on the cusp. What I was clearly thinking in my heart was that I quietly walked back to the side hall and continued to avoid the master. But somehow, the ghost envoy walked behind Shen Yuan and called softly, "Master." ”

Shen Yuanqin's sound stopped, and he didn't open his mouth or turn around. Lan Qingruo didn't dare to say a word more, and he was so depressed that he couldn't breathe. After a long time, I heard him ask, "How many days of cultivation can you still be smooth?"

The cold tone made her fall into an ice cellar, and the hand hidden in her sleeve overflowed with cold sweat, and she could only reply cautiously: "I didn't encounter suffocation." ”

"That's fine, go down. Shen Yuan closed his eyes and slowly stroked the surface of the piano, suppressing the madness of tearing and soothing his thoughts.

He is the head of the Shen family in Huai Mountain, the master disciple of the Wuji Ancestor of Kunlun Mountain, and he has always been a calm and calm person with extraordinary concentration. At the moment when Fang Cai's aura burst out, if Mo Yanchen hadn't arrived in time, maybe he would have been cold, and it was difficult for him to control himself to the point of going mad.

Use your own cultivation to quickly suppress your inner breath, and freeze all your thoughts, so that everyone else thinks that they are fine. But only the burning pain on his shoulders and the faint vine lines on his neck all show his self-deception.

Lan Qingruo frowned in confusion and responded softly. When Senior Brother Fang Zhaozhen let himself go back to Feiluan Peak, his eager appearance was as if something big had happened. Now the appearance of the master is normal, but it is not normal.

As he was thinking about it, suddenly a familiar and unfamiliar jade bracelet on the piano case came into view, and his pupils widened. The red thread tied on it impressed her deeply, it was a gift from Wang Xiucai, and later Wang Xiucai died, and it was not appropriate for him to stay by his side, so he asked the fat aunt to send it back with a bride price, how could it appear in Kunlun Mountain, in the hands of Shizun? "Master, how can this bracelet be here with you?"

Bracelet, these two words are like lighting a qiē □□. Shen Yuan's eyes suddenly opened, his scarlet eyes did not fade, they were cloudy, and the corners of his lips gradually hooked up with mockery. "How is he?"

In fact, from the moment she asked for the bracelet, she vaguely felt that she was shooting herself in the foot. The aura on Shizun's body was so terrifying, as if he was facing a fierce beast and would pounce on him at any time. A headless sentence, even if she understood it, she didn't know how to answer.

"It is said that he is a scholar, and he should be very gentle. Who knew that being killed by evil spirits was a pity for a good marriage. Shen Yuan was not happy or angry, and he was as cold as usual. Danfeng's eyes narrowed dangerously, waved his hand to put the piano away, and turned to stare at him.

…… Lan Qingruo watched Shizun turn around, and instinctively took a step back. She just glanced at it, how did she know if she was gentle or not. But the scholar, you can't lift your shoulders and can't pick your hands, and you shouldn't have any temper. "How could Shizun suddenly talk about this?"

"Just knowing such a thing, very interested. Shen Yuan stood up, walked in front of her, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said in a low tone: "How good is he? ”

He can accept that she has forgotten her past, he can accept that she has no imprint in her body, and he can even accept that she may have a conspiracy to infiltrate Kunlun and lure herself to appear. But she can't accept that she has another love in her heart, and she can't accept that she almost belongs to someone else. If this is the case, then isn't it a joke back then, and what is it that I have been sticking to for hundreds of years?

"Say!" Shen Yuan's sudden sharp voice made Lan Qingruo shake, she had never seen Shizun so angry and so emotional.

The green silk is flying, with a violent breath, and the flame mark between the eyebrows looms, like a sign of falling demons. Different from the usual icy aura looming on his body, at this time, his surroundings were hot, and the burning sensation was coming towards Lan Qingruo, which also made her panic.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"