Rong Bai was not verbose, and directly shook the brocade bag on his neck, and Su Jian immediately understood its meaning. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info She took off the brocade bag and turned around and disappeared into the rain of pear blossoms.

This time, when I came, I was proud, but I was not energetic when I left. Rong Bai was thinking all the way, was the beauty in white confused, or did Rong Yi pour her some ecstasy soup, how could she accept that love letter so easily. Although the beauty in white is as unattainable as ever, judging from her actions just now, she is a little unreserved. The more Rong Bai thought about it, the more he didn't understand.

When he returned to the small residence, before he entered the door, Rong Bai was frightened again.

In the past, there was no name in the small house, but now there is an extra door plaque, the point is not that there is more door plaque, but the words on the door plaque. There are three words written on it seriously-Su Jian Ju.

Su note - plain note.

Rong Bai instantly understood. This name, Rong Yi has been chanting since he came back, and he knows who Su Jian is with his horse's hooves.

The key is that its owner is inevitably too blatant and sentimental, although Su Jian's actions tonight really surprised it, but in its opinion, Su Jian will never agree to be with Rong Yi.

Rong Bai suppressed the shock, and when he entered the door, he saw that Rong Yi was already lying on the bed, but there were still candles lit at the head of the bed, and his eyes were also very open, and he had not slept yet. When he saw Rong Bai coming back, he said casually, "Let's go to sleep when you come back, and put out the candle by the way." ”

Seeing Rong Bai's move, he didn't plan to ask more, so he simply went back to the fan, took a few bites of grass, and fell asleep.

The deeper the dew is heavier, and the flowers also sleep.

The clouds and mist of Youxu Mountain are still swirling, like elves guarding the tranquility of this immortal mountain.

But no one on this quiet and peaceful immortal mountain knew that at this moment, thousands of miles away from Youxu Mountain, a huge army was rushing in the direction of Youxu Mountain day and night. Their eyes were filled with fire

A strong desire, like a hungry beast, wants to devour everything.

The sky was covered with crimson clouds and mist, and the breeze swept past the red flowers with crystal dew. A black shadow briskly climbed over the wall in the morning light and entered the center of the plain note.

The dark figure cautiously opened the door and walked towards the second floor with a shiny white knife in his hand. He went up the stairs and stepped on the steps carefully, his eyes as fierce and fierce as an eagle, exuding a murderous aura without fear.

He looked around and was slightly relieved that he didn't find any traps. When he reached the second floor, he entered a room as familiar as he had entered his own door. In the room, a young man with a beautiful face and a hint of charm was still sleeping peacefully on the bed.

The man in black glanced at the young man, and his lips curled proudly under the face covered by the black cloth.

He clenched the knife in his hand that had not drunk blood for a long time, and walked towards the sleeping boy on the bed step by step.

Walking to the bed, he raised the knife in his hand and slashed at the boy on the bed, who was unaware of all this.

But at the moment when the white light flashed, the man in black fell to the ground with an inexplicable thud.

On the bed, the boy moved his lips, rolled over, and breathed motionlessly evenly, apparently not awake.

The dewdrops on the flowers and leaves evaporated little by little, and the sun broke through the layers of crimson clouds and mist, shooting thousands of golden rays of light on the boundless abyss.

Inside, the sun shone through the window to the head of the bed, and the young man with clear eyebrows was a little uncomfortable by the light, his brows furrowed slightly, and then he opened his hazy sleepy eyes.

He stretched out his white, delicate hand to block a pair of peach blossom eyes, glanced at the bright sunlight through his fingers, then paused, propped himself up on the bed, and sat up.

He lifted the quilt, walked out of bed barefoot, and walked straight towards Mu Shi, who was hanging his clothes, without looking at the person lying straight on the ground.

Rong Yi put the robe on his body and arranged his collar while calling Rong Bai towards the fan.

"It's time to get up, it's three poles in the sun, follow me to practice swords. ”

As soon as the words fell, the fan shook a few times on the Huanghuali table, and there was no response.

Rong Yi lowered his head and straightened his belt, and said indifferently, "I think your feed is probably going to be gone tonight, what do you think." ”

At this moment, Rong Bai, who was squinting in the fan and reluctant to get up, stood up smartly, quickly ran out of the fan, and stood up in front of Rong Yi.

Rong Yi finished his belt, looked up at it and smiled and walked towards the bed.

Rong Bai looked at Rong Yi's side, and suddenly hissed in surprise uncontrollably.

There seemed to be a man lying on the ground, and it was a man in black with a shiny sword.

The cause and effect, Rong Bai thought about it for a while, and probably understood. For Rong Yi's thoughtfulness, it has long been used to it, but it is still a little frightened, and I can't help but marvel in my heart, Rong Yi is really a demon!

It glanced at the hapless man in black and hissed.

"Don't worry about him, I have my own arrangements. ”

Rong Yi took the sword, said lightly, and then walked out of Sujianju with Rong Bai.

At the door, Rong Bai reluctantly conjured his wings and flew towards a place with Rong Yi.

They fell among the rain-soaked pear blossoms, which bloomed like a poem in this splendid spring, as if they had a beautiful owner.

Rong took his horse, took his three-foot sword, let the snow-white pear blossoms fall on his black shiny hair and white dusty clothes, and strode into the middle of the forest.

He stopped in the middle of the woods, drew his sword with a swipe, and threw the scabbard aside. Then, he held the sword glowing with blue light, and danced with a serious expression.

The sword was in his hand, sometimes like a white snake swimming nimbly in the water, sometimes like lightning in a rainstorm, between the lightning and flint, and its true body was not visible.

The sword is like frost and snow, hissing and breaking the wind, and it also drives the falling pear blossoms, like a flowing stream, with unintentionally falling flowers, flowing wantonly in all directions.

After Rong Yiwu warmed up, he continued to wield the long sword while opening his mouth and said seriously:

"There are vines and grass in the wild, and there is no dew.

There is a beautiful person, clear and graceful.

Encounters and encounters are suitable for my wishes.

There are vines and grasses in the wild, and there is no dew.

There is a beautiful person, as graceful as Qingyang.

Encounter and meet, and meet with the son. ”

When the poem was almost finished, a white shadow fell from the sky, and the free and scattered pear blossoms suddenly turned around at that moment, encircling Su Jian in the middle like a whirlpool, as beautiful as if the seven goddesses had descended.

Rong Yi raised his hand, and the exquisitely carved scabbard that was thrown into the falling flowers obediently flew into Rong Yi's hand. He swiped the sword into the sheath, took the sword, and walked to Su Jian, who had fallen to the ground.

"Su Jian, do you know what kind of poem this is. ”

Rong Yi looked at Su Jian's soft and noble eyebrows, and asked softly.

Su Jian looked indifferent and said directly

"I don't know. ”

Rong Yi didn't react very much to her answer, he was still smiling as warm as jade, and under a pair of peach blossom eyes, he could still see his eyes as clear as flowing water, like a beautiful and terrifying existence that could never be solved.

"Then I'll tell you. ”

His voice was extremely gentle, like a breeze sweeping through the fingers of pear blossoms, leaving a piece of freshness in people's hearts.

This is a confessional poem about a man's extreme love for a woman like the breeze and the moon. ”

Su Jian's lips hooked, and he said coldly: "It has nothing to do with me." ”

Regarding Su Jian's indifference, Rong Yi smiled wickedly and asked Su Jian, "Then why did you accept the love letter I wrote." ”

Su Jian looked at him helplessly and said angrily, "Scoundrel!"

Su Jian remembered that when he took Rong Yi around the Nameless Residence that day, Rong Yi told her that he knew a secret of the White Lotus Clan. Su Jian asked him what the secret was, but Rong Yi looked at her and smiled without answering, after a long time, Su Jian felt that his face was slightly hot, and Rong Yi said lightly, "I will write it on a red paper and send it to the pear blossom forest, you will know it at a glance." ”

And Su Jian, who didn't know about human accidents, didn't know anything about men and women, so he didn't know that the red note was used to write love letters, so he believed it and accepted the red note stupidly, so that he almost didn't scare Rong Bai, who came to deliver the red note, out of his body.