It was raining and thick clouds were thick. The work cloth is rainy, perennial dripping, and the rustling sound flies down from the corners of the eaves on all sides. The bamboo is wet and cold, and the curd-like mist and rain are entangled in one place, and when you look at it from the window, it is really like splashing ink.

Fifteen bronze birds, fish, and beast lamps in the hall were lit, and in the sound of rain, the lights were still not lit so that the whole hall could see clearly. The lines on the carpet extend from the outside to the inside. The outside was stained with water, and the more I walked into the hall, it didn't seem to be much warmer.

In the middle corner of the hall, there are messy official documents piled up on the desk, and behind him is a young man with his forehead closed, black clothes and gold silk, and the lotus flowers on the sleeves of his robe are also like splashing rain, and the golden halo reflects the pale face of the young man.

When you open your eyes, you are sharp, and you have an eyebrow and a glance, which makes people shudder. After closing his eyes, maybe it was the beautification of the lights, and the anger was eliminated a lot, and he felt that he was a quiet and docile beautiful young man.

The empty hall has long steps and thrones. He did not sit in that high position, but sat in a corner of the temple. A strong sense of presence, but no one can ignore his presence. In front of the desk sitting casually, several elders and hall masters stood and talked endlessly.

Discussions, quarrels, mutual scolding.

And the sect leader listened to the rain, his eyelashes covered his eyes, and his eyebrows were indifferent. His face did not look good, his elbows on his forehead, listening to the noise of his subordinates as if he were rushing to the market, he closed his eyes as if he were asleep.

It's rare that the sect leader didn't get angry, it's rare that the sect leader is so calm, all the elders and hall masters who have been suppressed all the year round, from the beginning of standing in the hall carefully and tremblingly, now they have become much more straightforward, and they talk about their opinions eloquently, hoping that the sect leader can refer to-

"I teach the Holy Maiden, how can I conceive the child of a righteous person? Holy Maiden, she can sleep with whoever she likes, and we don't care. But have you ever wondered what kind of person this child will be when he grows up? Will it ruin our holy religion? ”

"The elder is right. This child, the Holy Church cannot stay. The sect leader should know the consequences of raising a tiger - a wolf, we can't raise a dog. ”

"But this is the child of the Holy Maiden. She has the right to decide whether the child is born or killed. In case we want to beat it off, she is not happy, and she turns her head and takes the meat in her stomach and goes to Baidao, so what should we do? ”

"By the way, who is the father of this child?"

“…… Ahem, it's Yang Qing. Haven't you heard that when the Holy Maiden first returned, she declared that she was married? At that time, it was Yang Qing who sent her back. The Sect Master has seen it before. ”

“…… Uh, is that Yang Qing I was thinking?! All the men in the world are dead, why are the saints of one or two who are all Yang Qing? ”

“…… In fact, the two saints may be the same person...... Haha, this wooden hall master knows something, can you tell me about it? ”

"Do you all think that the child's father is Yang Qing? So, what should our sect leader do? The sect leader is not to the Holy Maiden, ahem......"

"I said, don't you always spread rumors and listen to rumors and gossip, okay?! Is that what we're talking about now?! What we are saying is, this child, the Holy Church can't want it! ”

……

The sect leader still had his eyes closed, and a group of people were noisy in his ears, and he didn't even hear it. frowned, as if in an uncomfortable situation, tossing and turning and unable to wake up. When everyone was arguing, the Wooden Hall Master Cong Li glanced at the original sect leader worriedly: he was the one who knew the sect leader's condition best. Sect Master, is his head hurting again? So that he doesn't even have the strength to shut up these people?

Cong Li, the master of the wooden hall, turned his head and glanced at Lingyin, the master of the water hall in the crowd. Lingyin was also looking at the sect leader, extremely stunned. Women and men look at the problem from different angles, the master of the wooden hall is thinking about Yuan Yingxing's body, and Lingyin is thinking about how sad the sect leader should be when he knows that Yue Ya'er is pregnant.

Mochizuki was dealing with the Demon Gate factions before. The original leader sits in Gongfu. Lingyin still remembers that when she was called in a hurry, she saw the sect leader holding the unconscious girl, and at that time, Yuan Yingxing's expression, Lingyin can never forget.

The young man who usually spoke coldly to them and had a strange yin and yang temperament, his hands were trembling faintly when he held the pale girl covered in blood. He didn't look at the girl in the past, but when something happened to the girl, he arrived as soon as possible and brought her back. He sat on the edge of the bed with her in his arms, lowered his head, held the girl's hand, touched her forehead, and said over and over again, "Yueya'er, don't be afraid...... I am here. ”

The room was chaotic, and in the eyes of Yuan Yingxing, there was only Mochizuki.

That panic and confusion is the part he never shows in public.

I still remember that he held the girl's hand and refused to let go;

He still remembered the frightened look in his eyes when he looked down at the girl;

He still remembers his look of apprehension when he learned that she was pregnant;

Still......

Now he sat quietly in the middle of the temple, and the lamp shone dimly on his face.

The rain was silent.

He was slow and speechless.

"In short, for the sake of the Holy Maiden, the water hall master prescribes a medicine, let's create an accident and quietly take out this child." Everyone finally discussed the result, calmed down, looked at the young man together, and waited for the other party's reply.

There was a long silence.

They saw the young man's lips move, and heard him speak in a low voice, "No. ”

"Sect Master?!"

The young man, who had been closing his eyes, slowly opened his eyes. But there is no cold light, he is still sitting in the previous position, a little lazy, a little tired, and the cold air that he often carries on his body is not revealed at all. He held his forehead, no anger, no pain, only a flat voice, "Leave this child behind." The children of the saints belong to the Holy Religion. We just raised it. ”

"The child's father ......"

"Fathers who don't have children." Yuan Yingxing said coolly, he lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was looking at or thinking, "No one is allowed to take away the things on Yueya'er." All your thoughts have been dispelled. I will raise that child myself and raise him as if he were my own. Don't mention anything else. ”

Everyone shook slightly: "......"

Sect Master: This is、What does this mean?!

"But the Holy Maiden ......"

"I'll close the mountain."

"I disagree!" At the same time, the door of the heavy temple opened, and everyone turned back to see their holy woman, who had just been diagnosed as pregnant, standing in the doorway.

The gaze of the Holy Maiden met that of the Sect Master.

Mochizuki only stopped at the door and walked in. She directly swept past the people in a hall, and looked at Yuan Yingxing, who walked behind everyone and sat with his forehead in oppression. Her skin was white and beautiful, her color was as bright as jade, and she walked step by step, and everyone gave way. Seeing her standing in front of the desk, looking down at the young man who was sitting quietly, word by word, "My child is mine!" It's not anyone's! No one can decide my fate for me! It has a mother and a father! I don't agree with the closure of the mountain! You don't want to trap me here! ”

Yuan Yingxing looked at her coldly.

Mochizuki stared at him.

At swords' points.

The sparks are pressing.

For a while, the elders and hall masters in the hall had the illusion that time had passed, returning to a year ago. A year ago, the sect leader and the saint were always in tension, always-for-tat, and always arguing. They were a man and a woman, fighting against each other, and they were so shocked that everyone was short of breath and did not dare to stand in line.

That was a year ago.

The saint Mochizuki, who was working against the sect leader and arguing with her, is no longer there.

The newly returned saint Mochizuki, although she has a similar appearance and a similar temperament, she no longer quarrels with the sect leader. Whatever the sect leader's order is, the new saint will bow her head and carry it out. Her obedience makes people feel absurd and sad at times.

Some miss the person before.

And at this moment, the new saint's tough style of working against the sect leader made her one with the previous figure.

faintly, it seems that I saw the two arguing again.

Mochizuki's eyes lit up with anger, staring at Hara Yingxing. His body tensed, ready to fight back at any moment.

Because of her weak heart, she has been following Yuan Yingxing. Yuan Yingxing was unhappy, and she didn't bother him. Yuan Yingxing didn't like Yang Qing, and she didn't take the initiative to mention it in front of him. Even in order for him not to always think about it, she took the initiative to avoid it.

However, he can't close the mountain!

She listened to him before, he couldn't close the mountain at this time!

Yuan Yingxing and Mochizuki looked at each other for a long time and spoke, "Go out." ”

As soon as he spoke, everyone felt a strong sense of oppression. Like a storm blowing, the blood surged. The utensils in the hall were clattering and shattered, the lights were flickering down, and the lights were uneasy.

Mochizuki stood upright, clearly unmoving. Everyone fled in a panic, not daring to face the confrontation between the two, and was accustomed to staying away from the two as usual.

In an instant, all the people in the hall left, leaving Mochizuki and Yuan Yingxing.

Yuan Yingxing was still sitting, she didn't get up at all, she didn't show her a seat, she just said coldly, "Don't go too far." ”

"I didn't overdo it! It's you! I am obviously married to Yang Qing, but you have never expressed your position, which has made people misunderstand all the time! ”

"You also know that I don't take a stand?! Do you marry him? Why are you marrying him?! Are you supposed to be dead?! Did you ask me?! I don't admit it, and neither does Cloud Gate! ”

"You clearly said that day, if I marry Yang Qing, you will give me a dowry! You already agreed then! ”

"Now I regret it!"

"You're sick!"

"You bastard!"

"You're pretending to be private!"

"You're pretending to be a public servant!"

"I already have Yang Qing's child, why do you want to close the mountain, why don't you allow me to see him?!"

"Who knows if that's Yang Qing's child? You are a demon witch, whose child do you say it is, will others believe it? If I declare that it is my child, how do you think Cloud Gate will react? What was Yang Qing's reaction? ”

“…… You, you, you! ”

Mochizuki was made angry and short of breath by his cynicism.

Yuan Yingxing looked at her for a long time, seeing that she was so angry that she couldn't speak, she wanted to be angry but couldn't, and she didn't want to leave as soon as she wanted to leave. The light shone on her face, her eyes were bright, and her waist was slender. He stared at her flat belly and thought: pregnant? I can't see it at all.

Mochizuki was silent, his eyes moist.

Slowly, Yuan Yingxing's anger faded away. He looked at her, a little gentle, a little pleading, a little exhortation, and slowly said to her, "What are you doing this for?" Isn't it just a man, you can't live without him? Even if I close the mountain, if he has affection for you, you can still meet in ten or twenty years. Why do you want to die so much? ”

Mochizuki laughed at his shamelessness. Ten or twenty years?! It's a shame that he can say it!

She said, "I just want this man!" I have to ask for him! Even you can't stop me! ”

"You're not a kid anymore! Consider one thing, you can't just think about whether you love or not, and whether it is suitable or not! You guys don't fit at all! ”

"I'm independent, I'm my own! I just love him! I want him! There is no one who does not fit, only you! ”

Yuan Yingxing's voice was re-infected with fire, and he slapped the table hard, and the heavy bang, starting from his subordinates, cracked inch by inch on the desk. He said angrily, "You have suffered so many grievances in Bai Dao, why are you still facing Yang Qing?!" ”

Mochizuki had been arguing with him for a long time, and fought back against him sharply, "I've been wronged by you for many years, don't I also go to you?!" ”

Yuan Yingxing's face turned pale.

The moment Mochizuki exited, he reacted and stepped on his sore spot. Her unscrupulous words hurt Yuan Yingxing. He was already with Yao Fu...... Everyone didn't know, and after Yao Fu's death, they didn't mention it. Mochizuki was so angry with him that he was dizzy, and he counted her down sentence by sentence, and she hit back at him sentence by sentence.

The corners of his lips trembled, and the room went cold.

Looking at Yuan Yingxing's face, Mochizuki regretted it very much. She was dazed and flustered, cautiously looking at his face, and bowing her noble head. She was very disgusted with Yao Fu, and she also blamed Yuan Yingxing, but she didn't want to hurt Yuan Yingxing. Knowing that he has ...... Anyone can use Yao Fu to squeeze him, but what she said made him unbearable.

Mochizuki relented, squatted down, propped his hand on the small case with a thin slit, and looked up at his snow-white face. She spoke to him almost pleadingly, "Yuan Yingxing, do you think this is good?" I don't tell Yang Qing directly that I'm pregnant, I remind him in other ways. If he knew, if he could come to me...... If you agree, you will forgive me for marrying him without telling you, and you will admit that we are husband and wife, okay? ”

Yuan Yingxing was silent.

"Ah Xing......" The girl knelt at his feet, as if coaxing him, begging him bitterly.

The iceberg in Yuan Yingxing's heart is covered with snow, and the sky and the earth are cold. There was very little in his heart, and she didn't know. He asked her, "You know he can come to you?" ”

"If he comes, you will admit that he is the father of the child, and we are husband and wife, okay?"

“……”

"Please!"

Yuan Yingxing looked at her, for the sake of a Yang Qing, she begged him like this. She never asks for him, and she finds a way to solve anything by herself. She believed in herself immensely. There was only one Yang Qing, let her kneel at his feet, and begged him again and again.

Yuan Yingxing closed his eyes, calmly, softly, "...... Good. ”

If he comes, I'll throw in the towel.

He said this to himself in his heart, but a voice asked him, "Are you willing?"

Unwilling.

Of course, it is unwilling.

It's just a Yang Qing, he told himself that it's just a Yang Qing...... He has never taught Yueya'er to be affectionate, what he has never taught her is pleasure and chic. Why is she different from Yang Qing?

Sometimes I really hope that there is no such person as Yang Qing in the world.

In order to show that he was fair, he didn't hide his secrets, and he didn't bully Yuan Yingxing, Mochizuki squatted on the young man's desk, and drew a few strokes of a ghost that could think crookedly, and showed it to Yuan Yingxing. Yuan Yingxing's head was hurting, and her heart was collapsing, she handed the portrait to him, and when he saw it, he was amused by her, "...... What did you draw? ”

Three villains, crawling, rolling, kissing the mouth...... I want to be crooked when I look at it.

Laughed, Yuan Yingxing smiled again, he was very happy to see the moon, he was satisfied, got up and went out to deliver the message, looking at her lively jumping back, he didn't know what other people's pregnant women were like, he only knew his own one, his own one...... Let yourself be amused by her when she is so sad.

Yuan Yingxing's head was buried between his arms, and he couldn't get up for a long time.

It's love again, and it's disappointment again.

He's going crazy.

……

Yang Qing never disappointed Mochizuki. She painted like a ghost, and she was terrified, afraid that Yang Qing would not be able to see it. But Yang Qing could see it at a glance, which shocked Elder Shen, and he didn't know where the little junior brother came from.

The night in the mountains is like ink, the continuous mountains and rivers are verdant and picturesque, the young man stood in the courtyard, looking down at the painting in his hand, the dimples at the corners of his lips, so that Shen Qingfeng couldn't bear to look at it directly.

Elder Shen felt unhappy, leaned over, and muttered, "Where is this pregnancy, you must have seen it wrong, right?" Look at this ......."

"Senior brother, look over there!" Yang Qing suddenly spoke, startling Shen Qingfeng.

Shen Qingfeng followed his junior brother's gaze and looked up, "What's ......?"

Before he finished speaking, the back of his neck was slashed. As soon as it was dark, Shen Qingfeng's eyes widened, and he fell down in the smile of the young man without blinking his eyes, and was dragged by the bent young man.

Yang Qing lowered his head, looked at the elder who was stunned by his palm, and sighed, "Senior brother, I don't want to do anything to you either...... But you really see that I am watching too closely, and if you don't faint, how can I go down the mountain? ”

"I know you're all doing it for my good, but I don't agree with that. You don't listen to the explanation, now that Ah Yue is pregnant, you will definitely send more manpower, and see me watch more closely. I really can't think of any other way but to grieve you, senior brother. ”

"In the future, I will make amends to my senior brother."

Yang Qing's martial arts are very good, he can deal with one or two elders. But if three, four, or five go together, he must be at a disadvantage. Not to mention that Cloud Gate and the Demon Sect have nothing to say now, just mention the pressure that Mochizuki brought to Cloud Gate before, and the elders don't like him marrying Mochizuki at all. I won't like it for three or five years.

Yang Qing is also confident that he can grind these elders.

But he didn't have time to spend time in the mountains with them.

His wife is pregnant, and he can't see his wife every day, so can't he just rely on a piece of paper to send a message and talk to Mochizuki at this time, right?

"I'm sorry, brother. I've got to go to the Demon Cult. ”

……

Yang Qing concealed his whereabouts all the way and went straight to the gongfu. His martial arts are exquisite, and those who want to track him all the way have been thrown away by him. Most of the people on the White Dao side were not his opponents, and the same was true for the Demon Sect.

But if Yuan Yingxing guarded against him early on, after Yang Qing entered the territory of the Demon Sect, it was impossible for the original sect leader not to know.

One day at the end of September, Mochizuki, as a saint, was holding a sacrifice. Yang Qing was extremely light, and quietly went up the mountain, and the disciples of the Demon Sect who followed him all the way lost their traces. reported it to the sect leader, Yuan Yingxing sneered, immediately got up, and asked where Mochizuki was, and he rushed over in person.

A large-scale sacrifice.

The ordinary sect members who were on their knees, as well as the wizards of the Wooden Hall Master's line, jumped up and down, muttering words that outsiders couldn't understand.

It is guarded by killers in the sect on all sides, in order to prevent the rebellion of so many ordinary cultists.

Yuan Yingxing came over, stood at the entrance of the open-air platform, and looked at the crowd. The duel between the master and the master, even if the person's breath was hidden deeply, Yuan Yingxing saw the youth in the crowd at a glance.

Yang Qing still dared to wear white!

He only hid his breath, and he didn't even change the costume of the Holy Sect!

Is this really when the Holy Sect is like no one, when he, the sect leader, is dead?!

Yuan Yingxing saw Yang Qing's anger, and was irritated by the young man's calm and relaxed attitude and the eyes of the girl on the stage, which could not be contained. As soon as he grabbed the bow-crossbow in the hand of the person next to him, he drew the bow and faced Yang Qing in the crowd.

This momentum is so powerful that anyone with martial arts can feel the changes on the sacrifice ground.

Turning around, the sect leader was coerced in black, with a bow in his hand, facing the handsome young man who stood out like a chicken in the crowd.

Yang Qing looked back and looked at Yuan Yingxing.

Among the disciples who were pointed at by the sect leader with a bow, they trembled, but surrounded by killers on all sides, and no one dared to move or flee.

Strange wizard chanting, scattered in the tense air. The girl in white who was worshipping the spirit on the high platform closed her eyes and prayed, and she didn't know the tension in the audience.

One side is calm, the other side is tense.

One side is praying, the other side is killing.

At the same time.

Yuan Yingxing pointed the bow at Yang Qing in his hand, and when he was about to shoot an arrow regardless of the ground, a woman in black, like a ghost, suddenly fell down from an unknown corner and stood behind the original sect leader. The girl hurriedly said, "Master, things are not good! ”

Yuan Yingxing was unmoved, no matter how bad it was, it would have to be said after he shot Yang Qing.

Tang Xiaoyu's face was strange, and she hurriedly said to the sect leader, "Miss Yao is at the bottom of the mountain!" ”

"......" Yuan Yingxing took the bowstring's hand and trembled.

He didn't understand for a while, he looked sideways at Tang Xiaoyu, with a cold face, "What 'Miss Yao'?" ”

"Yao Fu!" Tang Xiaoyu's face was pale, she was once at the foot of Mount Tai and saw Yao Fu die in the arms of the sect leader; But just now, she personally confirmed that the girl at the bottom of the mountain was clearly Yao Fu, "Sect Master, it's really Yao Fu!" ”

“……！” The bow and arrow in Yuan Yingxing's hand fell off.

He fell to the ground.

Bang.

In the panting and relaxation of the crowd, Yuan Yingxing took a deep look at Yang Qing, weighed it a few times, and then turned around and left with Tang Xiaoyu, "You make it clear." Yao Fu is dead, I killed her with my own hands. How could she still be alive? Is there any conspiracy among the Baidao people? ”

"So my subordinates came and asked the master. The stakes are too high to be taken lightly. ”