"Hiss-hiss-" The sound of a viper spitting out a letter pierced the air.

Ling Yun came back to his senses and found dozens of poisonous needles that flashed with cold light, stabbing at his whole body, even if he was a first-class master in the world, it was difficult to dodge them all.

"You want to kill me, but unfortunately your strength is too small. Ling Yun smiled evilly, his eyes suddenly stagnated into a picture scroll, dozens of poisonous needles stayed on a piece of painting paper, he reached out and gently tore open this picture scroll, the poisonous needles were divided into two, and the direction of the needle tip was all bent, pointing to the ground.

The scroll disappeared, the air resumed its flow, and the poisonous needle slammed into the ground, sinking into the bluestone slab, leaving tiny holes, and white smoke emitted from the ground, which showed the fierceness of the poison, eroding the wet stone slab.

Ling Yun's hands hung in the air to restrain the tail of the remaining half of the dozens of poison needles, where there were fewer quenched poisons and less toxic.

The scroll flipped, and the remaining poisonous needletail turned to the woman in black and shot violently.

Everything happened in an instant, and the woman in black didn't have time to react, she was shocked, and hurriedly flew to dodge.

Poison Needletail appears to change direction, chasing after it like a swarm of wild bees, chasing down enemies that are smashing the hive.

The woman in black dodged several times in a row, luring the group of poisonous needletails to shoot at the wooden pillar, but she didn't avoid the last poisonous needletail, brushed her cheek, cut a slender bloodshot, and at the same time nailed the black veil to the wooden pillar.

The white-skinned face of the woman in black was exposed, and she hurriedly reached out to cover her left cheek, and there was a slender bloodshot on the right side of her face, but she didn't cover it, just like a very subtle and disgusting flaw in a piece of beautiful jade, which made people sigh with regret.

Worried about Ling Yun's sudden attack, she had to face Ling Yun and stare at him, but she didn't want him to see this fly in the ointment, so she had to reach out and cover her cheeks.

Her eyes were full of hatred, and she said angrily: "You actually dare to tease me, see that I won't kill you today!"

When Ling Yun heard this, he was like an empowerment, and suddenly remembered Xiaochun's memory, the woman who stabbed herself with a sword in the stable that day was her, the eldest lady of the Hu family, Hu Shao!

"It's you!" Ling Yun suddenly realized.

"I recognize your aunt and me! Hmph, if you see me today, then I can't spare you, I can only kill you! All the men who have seen my face will die!" Hu Shao said angrily.

Since she had the idea of getting rid of Ling Yun, she no longer covered her face, only to see a cyan birthmark on the left side of her face, occupying half of her face, as if a piece of beautiful jade was hidden in half a piece of bluestone, and suddenly it changed from a priceless treasure to a priceless thing.

If she covers the left side of her face, she can still be called a peerless beauty, and she can easily charm thousands of merry men, but unfortunately this cyan birthmark is really eye-catching, and people will only sigh a few words when they see it, and shake their heads and leave.

Hu Shao was born and raised with a cyan birthmark on the left side of her face since she was a child, she was originally born with a golden key, and the family pampered and prepared for it, and the servants and domestic slaves she came into contact with, who was not respectful to her, and who dared to ridicule her because of the birthmark?

When the girl and Lu reached the age when Hu Shao's love was first opened, she began to pay attention to dressing up, but found that there was never a copper mirror at home, so she couldn't help but be surprised, and ordered her subordinates to buy a copper mirror on the street and come back.

The newcomer was ignorant, so he brought back a bronze mirror in a daze, and Hu Shao, who was full of joy, opened the bronze mirror and was stunned all of a sudden.

Where is a cardamom girl in the mirror, it is clearly the blue-faced beast Yang Zhi!

From then on, whether she was at home or going out, she always wore a veil, did not dare to show her true face, and the only bronze mirror was also smashed and thrown to the bottom of the pool at home, never daring to look in the mirror again.

In the seventeenth year, Hu Shao took a sedan chair to Fengqi Mountain in the east of the city to worship incense and worship Buddha, and by the way, he took a stroll through the lively street market.

After worshipping the Bodhisattva, Hu Shao tightened the veil on his face, for fear that the veil would fall off and be seen for what he really was, so he hurriedly left the nunnery with the help of two maids.

On that day, there were a lot of people who made incense, and in the crowd, Hu Shao and the two maids were separated.

Hu Shao, who is ignorant of the world, was squeezed by the crowd to a strange mountain road, she looked left and right, and could not find the maid, nor the mountain gate where the sedan chair was parked.

A tall and handsome scholar appeared in front of her and asked with concern, "Is Miss lost?"

Hu Shaojiao glanced at the deep eyes shyly, hurriedly avoided them, did not dare to look at each other, and nodded lightly.

"That's right...... Miss, if you can trust me, I can take Miss to the mountain gate, and when I see your clothes, it must be Miss everyone, there should be a housekeeper and a sedan chair waiting there. The scholar said softly.

Hu Shao's heart was full of emotion, and the first time he came into contact with a strange man, especially such a handsome scholar, he couldn't help but blush, and followed the scholar with his head down.

The road gets narrower and narrower, and the ground is covered with moss, making it inaccessible at first glance.

The scholar stretched out his hand and hugged Hu Shao's arm and said, "The road is slippery here, Miss be careful." ”

Hu Shao, who was untouched, was held by his powerful big hand, and reason told her that men and women could not kiss, but she had long lost her mind, and instead moved closer to the scholar's body, and the strong manly aura made her unable to break free.

Arrived at a mountain platform, there is a small pavilion, inside a stone table, several low stools, for pedestrians on the mountain road to shelter from the wind and rain, the pavilion is printed with the word "wind and rain pavilion".

"I've been walking for so much, I'm tired, miss, it's better to rest. The scholar said softly.

Hu Shao has followed martial arts masters since he was a child, practicing martial arts, and he didn't feel anything about the mountain road, but when he saw him say this, he couldn't bear to refuse, and the two came to the pavilion.

The scholar looked around slyly, and the mountains were lush with vegetation and no human figures.

"Plop-" The scholar knelt on his knees, hugged Hu Shao's thighs, looked hideous, and begged: "Miss, save Xiaosheng!"

Hu Shao was taken aback and asked with concern, "What's wrong with you? Why did you suddenly kneel?"

The scholar almost wanted to cry out loud, and said: "Miss, I saw your graceful figure in front of the temple just now, and I admired you all the time, but it's a pity that you have been wearing a veil, I can't see the beauty, if I don't let me take a look at Miss's peerless face today, I will inevitably become lovesick, and there is no cure!"

When Hu Shao heard that he wanted to unveil himself, he couldn't help but panic and flatly refused: "No, I can't unveil it." "Thinking of myself in the bronze mirror, I can't bear to remember.

The scholar begged bitterly, knelt down, and said: "Miss, your hands are as perfect as jade onions, and your eyes are like the moon in the sea, which has devoured my heart, if I don't look at you, I can only die in this pavilion!"

Seeing his pleading sincerity, Hu Shao, who had nothing to do, couldn't help but be moved, and said in a trembling voice: "Then no matter what I look like, will you love me like this?"

The scholar was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart: "With such unparalleled beautiful hands and beautiful eyes, even if the face is not handsome enough, how ugly will it be?"

He replied: "Miss, no matter what your appearance is, in my heart, you are already a peerless beauty, and no one can replace your position in my heart!"

Hu Shao had never heard any love words, and when he saw that he was sincere, he was full of emotion, and gently took off his veil.

What happened after that, Hu Shao will never forget!

The true love scholar who was still kneeling and begging one second ago was stunned for the next second, and was stunned for a moment.

Hu Shao was uncomfortable with him and asked, "What's wrong?"

The scholar came back to his senses, and the eager look of admiration on his face disappeared, replaced by disdain, disgust, and even hatred, and said angrily: "You ugly bastard, I wasted half a day's effort, walked for so long on the mountain road, tired and half dead, and actually met a big ugly girl!"

A mouthful of thick phlegm spat on Hu Shao's cheek.

There was a thunderbolt in the sky, bright lightning shining through the dim mountain forest, and the rain poured down.

The scholar scolded himself: "I thought it was an erotic encounter, but I didn't expect it to be unlucky, and it was raining, I would rather be in the rain than stay under the same roof with an ugly monster!"

The scholar lifted the book bag, put it above his head, and rushed into the rain.

The sluggish Hu Shao sat in the pavilion, phlegm slowly flowing down, and she was unmoved.

"That's how it feels. Hu Shao smirked.

She picked up a book dropped by the scholar on the ground, on which was a collection of excerpts from the scholar's poems, and the sub-page was a bright red name "Jiang Mengyu".

Five miles of mountain roads, ten miles of ridges, Hu Peony is barefoot, described as withered, and walked the longest way home.

That night's rain flooded the rice paddies in the east of the city, but it did not wash away the thick phlegm on the left side of Hu Shao's face.

Many mountain dwellers privately commented that on the day the second dragon raised its head in February, the heavy rain flooded almost the entire city, and there was no one from the street market to the rice fields on the outskirts.

There was only one woman dressed in white, walking through the ridge step by step, lost and depressed, and alone.

Legend has it that it was the mortal wife of the dragon who was left in the world, the dragon flew away, and the mortal woman fell into the world, with nowhere to go.

The dragon who dominates the clouds and rain is the most immoral, but it rained so heavily that day, drenching the hearts of mortal wives.