This time, Qu Qianjing did not sit on the boulder and stroke the qin, but carefully thought about the chess game on the stone table on the stone bench in front of the thatched hut. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

She could see the situation clearly with a magic mirror, but the chess pieces that landed on the chessboard did not stop at all, calmly, as if she was an outsider.

Slowly, she couldn't figure out what to do next, so she closed her eyes, but what appeared in her mind was not a chess game, and the past flashed in her mind one by one.

They have also traveled together on horseback, and they have also sung about wine, chivalrous and courageous, and swords and songs.

Later, somehow, it went farther and farther.

There are two situations in the lives of two people, one is two parallel lines, which have nothing to do with each other from birth to death, and the other is the intersecting line, which is farther and farther away after the bond.

When the Weaving Heaven Pavilion fell, he took his hand and persuaded: "Qianjing, do you know how much harm your body is to practicing this "Poison Codex", you are harming others and yourself!"

"As long as you give up the "Poison Codex", the sky is high and the sky is wide, let us travel!"

Qu Qianjing shook off his arm fiercely for the first time, and said coldly in a tone that treated strangers: "I, Qu Qianjing, can give up everything, except the "Poison Codex" left by my ancestor. ”

The Weaving Heaven Pavilion is gone, how can she bear to let this "Poison Codex" also be buried in the dust of history?

He was helpless, and there was a little more disappointment and impatience in his tone: "Qianjing, is it ...... Do you have to make yourself look like a ghost to be happy?"

Qu Qianjing raised her head, her eyes full of shock, others had scolded her so many times behind her back, when did she care? But today, today's favorite person said in front of her that she was not a ghost or a ghost? It was like a sharp knife stabbing her in the chest, and she saw with her own eyes that the person she trusted the most dug out his heart alive, fell to the ground, and trampled on it.

"Huh...... Hahahaha......" she smiled, her eyes full of desolation, "Yes, I'm a monster, I'm not a ghost, I'm not a ghost......" put her hands on the chair next to her, and in an instant, turned into scorched wood.

"Sister. The girl leaned against the doorframe, worried, and had the same eyebrows and eyes as her, but her eyes were misty, and she looked a little cute. Her eyes are full of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and although they are twins, her sister and sister have very different temperaments.

Qu Qianjing is a demon girl with a poisonous snake, and Qu Qiandie is a pure and innocent goddess.

"Sister, don't be so obsessed anymore, studying the "Poison Codex" will eventually make you a poison that no one can approach. "I don't know why, her favorite sister on weekdays, her face is so ugly at this moment, the sword is cold, and the word "roll" is said neatly.

"I'm a demon girl, then you can be with her, anyway, we are exactly the same, just what you want, isn't it?" Before his hand touched Qu Qiandie's face, he was thrown away by Nan Wuya, "Qu Qianjing, you madman!"

Have you hated me so far?

Mine is indeed a madman, a madman who doesn't know how to die.

Ten miles of red makeup, Qu Qiandie is no longer the little girl who would only follow her and ask herself about herbs back then, after the collapse of the Weaving Heaven Pavilion, the Interpretation Division came into being, and in just six years, it has become a sect that can be ranked with the Weaving Heaven Pavilion back then. And Qu Qiandie will also become Nan Wuya's wife.

The candle shadow is red, and the lights are flickering. She sat in the corner and quietly listened to the people who said how well the bridegroom and the bride were compatible. Every time I listen to a sentence, it is like a knife in my wound, and when I look up, I happen to face him in a wedding dress.

Originally, she could tell the past of the two of them together, like those guests, and embarrass him. But she didn't, she only pulled up a smile, raised the wine glass in her hand, and looked at each other from afar, long since she was a stranger.

Later, somehow, the bride disappeared, and she didn't want to inquire, and she didn't want to inquire, and even somehow, she was still a little happy in her heart.

But what happened next directly stabbed her scarred heart.

Qu Qianjing definitely didn't expect that among the many people besieging him, he would walk slowly with his sword as if he were strolling leisurely.

And the sword is pointed at himself.

She is the remnant of the Weaving Heaven Pavilion, gathering others in a vain attempt to dominate the martial arts. This is the hat that the so-called righteous people put on themselves, but I didn't expect that after many years, they didn't know how to change the means they used.

"Weaving Heaven Pavilion Qu Qianjing, you connived at the indiscriminate killing of innocents and mutilating living beings, and today the poor Dao will do the Dao for the heavens!"

"What is the Tao, and what kind of heaven are you doing for it?" she asked, her wound still oozing blood.

When the cold sword pierced into her body, Qu Qianjing smiled, laughing wildly, maybe at this time, she really became a madman.

The "clang" long sword fell to the ground, and the "Qianjing...... Qianjing, I didn't think about it...... "I didn't want to kill you, why didn't you explain, why didn't you refute, I don't believe you would do such a thing, why...... Why?

"Hmph......" Qu Qianjing gritted his teeth, wanting to break free from Nan Wuya's embrace, "What are you pretending to do? Kill me, you can have an explanation with those Jianghu people, right? You are the world-famous Boundless Son, I am ...... I'm notorious...... Goblin...... Enchantress. ”

"Dao Chief, I'm here to ask you for a drink!"

"What do girls do when they drink so much?"

"The medical poison is a family, who said that our Weaving Heaven Pavilion will only harm people?"

The sound and smile are still in front of me, but the goodbye of the deceased is like a different world.

Zizhu's leaves fell down with a bang, "You can't go in!" Lin Yuan stopped Yun Yuning and the others when they arrived at the end of the Zizhu Forest, "Master is still cultivating." ”

"Linyuan. Qu Qianjing, who had closed his eyes, was pulled back to his thoughts by Fang Cai's voice, and when he opened his eyes again, there was no longer the wind and snow moon and love and hatred in his memories, and all that was left was the eyes of a dead man, indifferent and ruthless. "Let them in. ”

"Yes. Lin Yuan clenched his fists and made a "please" gesture sideways.

When he raised his eyes, he saw Nan Wuya supported by Yun Cining and Feng Jue.

"Are you here for him today?" The indifference in her eyes, as if nothing in the world could enter her eyes, "I have an enmity with him, do you think I will save my enemy?"

Qu Qianjing looked at Yun Cining standing in front of the purple bamboo forest, whether she was asking questions or giving an eviction order, Yun Cining didn't know, but she knew that the possibility of Qu Qianjing agreeing to her request was very small.

Standing in front of him was the young-looking Nan Wuya, and the two met just like yesterday. But there are too many things between them, not only the two sects of Qingping Sect and Zhitian Pavilion, but also thousands of gossips and the final outcome of parting ways.