The twenty-fifth time is different from the same person, and the spring and autumn are a dream.

The lion let go of Qin Ying's right paw and jumped back a few steps.

Qin Ying stood up with Mei Sanniang's support, patted the dust on her clothes, and said:

"Get your instrument out. Let's teach it a good lesson. ”

- Qin Ying has always been a narrow-minded demon who will take revenge.

Mei Sanniang was very confused when she heard this, but she still did it. After pulling out the jade in her arms, she asked Qin Ying, "Which tune to play?"

I saw that the other party shook his hand with an indifferent attitude: "In the past few days, which one has been practiced the most will be used."

Commanding Mei Sanniang, Qin Ying raised her right hand and lit the five-colored smoke, and with the other hand picked up the long stick that picked up the lantern.

She's a well-disguised left-hander. She only uses her left hand when she has something that requires her full effort.

"You little demon really likes to talk big, do you want to beat me with this stick in your hand?" The lion shook his mane and said.

Qin Ying bent down and drew a circle with a stick that was several zhang square, enclosing himself and the lion in it.

She observed the surrounding environment, and after confirming that no one was disturbing at this time, she reminded Mei Sanniang: "Stand on the side, be careful of accidentally hurting you."

The index finger of his left hand was pressed against the body of the stick, and the palm was hollow, and Qin Ying stood opposite the lion in a sword-holding posture.

The lion's front paws scraped the ground, and its deep voice pierced the calm night sky:

"Let's get started." After saying that, it took the lead in pounceing on Qin Ying.

Mei Sanniang, who was outside the circle, raised her eyes to see this scene, and shook her hands holding Yuxuan, almost breaking the priceless musical instrument into pieces.

She hurriedly sorted out her fluctuating heart, and breathed her luck to blow the tooth-white jade.

"Guan Shanyue" started slowly.

Her Guanle has no skills to speak of, just touching people with emotion. It starts mildly and rises steeply.

The rhythm goes up and down, but it can't be predicted. Sometimes poignant, fierce and bright; Sometimes whimpering and melancholy, mourning is long.

The song is high-pitched here, and the fight is in full swing there.

Qin Ying deftly turned around to avoid the lion's pounce, and his left hand moved the moment it approached him.

The long stick snapped into the crook of its hind legs.

The lion immediately made a painful sound, raised its paws, and tried to attack again.

Qin Ying smiled at it, as if telling it: I won.

The lion was very angry with Qin Ying. With a long roar, its whole body emitted golden brilliance.

She couldn't laugh when she tried to slap the ground with her paws, but the lion found that the five-colored smoke gradually dispersed, blurring most of her vision.

To make matters worse, the ears also began to be distracted by the music.

Qin Ying, like it, was in the midst of five-colored smoke and music.

As the lion circled its tail, Qin Ying gracefully and gently covered the hairband, covering her eyes and ears.

- Since you can't see or hear, don't rely on your sight and hearing.

While trapping the lion, she also pushed herself into danger. This is the most dangerous way in the art of war, killing 1,000 enemies and losing 800 yourself.

But Qin Ying was not worried that she would lose at all. That's how her self-confidence swells.

Lowering her breath to silence, she constructed a spatial distance in her mind, using its breath to find the lion's location.

Under Qin Ying's ingenious planning, this is no longer a simple martial arts, but a game of wisdom.

The music of "Guan Shanyue" came up like a tide, and its consciousness became more and more chaotic.

Gradually, the black lion stopped running in circles, bent down on its hind legs, and half-sat on the ground to rest.

Before he could recover from this, the lion was stabbed in the abdomen with a long stick.

The lion finally knew that Qin Ying was in front of him, but it couldn't see her figure or hear her breathing.

“…… Is it OK to throw in the towel? Qin Ying laughed a few times and said.

The lion was extremely unwilling, and it pulled away Qin Ying's stick with one claw: "You actually won me with such a despicable means."

"Either way, the end is decided." She extinguished the flame in her right hand and said in a loud voice, "Now it's time to hear it."

When the curling five-colored smoke dissipated, an imposing young man in ink appeared in front of Qin Ying's eyes.

He wore a well-cut black robe of twelve silk yarns, with strings of jewels hanging from his waist. Since he was not old enough to tie his crown, a golden silk ribbon tied his green hair.

Even if he lost to Qin Ying, he still had a proud look on his face that could not be ignored.

- This evil ...... who has lived for thousands of years How can you be so young? And it looks very familiar.

She was sure she hadn't seen this person in her previous life, but the familiarity lingered.

"You won, what do you want me to do?" The boy didn't like her staring at him so rudely, so he opened his mouth to interrupt the other's scrutiny.

Qin Ying suddenly came back to her senses, and she said word by word: "Please let those ordinary people go."

"Okay." The young man turned around and wanted to leave, but was stopped by Qin Ying.

Dropping the long stick in his hand, Qin Ying approached the young man: "Who are you?" Why did you go to Chang'an Suzaku Street that night? ”

The young man tugged at the corners of his lips, and finally said, "Lonely souls and wild ghosts have come here to forage for food."

"My name is Qin Ying. Who are you? She took a few more steps, as if to retain the inexplicable familiarity.

The young man looked at her, his gaze deepened for a moment: "My name was Liu Yun before."

Qin Ying, Qin Ying, Qin Ying...... After a thousand years, I didn't expect to meet this name again...... It's a pity that the name is different.

Thinking like this, the boy disappeared at the end of Suzaku Street.

Until the young man's back blended with the night, Qin Ying's heart was still stuffed.

At this time, Mei Sanniang came over, she patted Qin Ying's shoulder and sighed: "I can't see the specific shape here, and I'm scared to death." The result... Did you win? ”

Qin Ying answered yes and gave a general description of the process.

Mei Sanniang listened to it and praised Qin Ying's courage and courage in single-handedly challenging the lion.

After being excited, she asked in a low voice, "Qin Ying, who is that person?" How did he wear a special deep coat that only the royal family of the Han Dynasty wore in the Han Dynasty? ”

Before the family road fell, Mei Sanniang read and practiced calligraphy like her two brothers, and she had read a lot of books.

The detailed record of Shenyi is in the "Book of Rites". So at this time, Mei Sanniang was easy to recognize.

"I don't know." Qin Ying shook her head and replied. She didn't reveal the boy's name, even though the other party was someone she trusted very much.

Seeing her soulless appearance, Mei Sanniang couldn't bear to bother her again, so she took the initiative to hold Qin Ying's hand.

The moment the ten fingers clenched, Qin Ying raised his head and glanced deeply at Mei Sanniang's side face.

The complex gaze is full of cherishment and gratitude.

If Mei Sanniang hadn't appeared in time, she would never have easily defeated the young man dressed as a lion.

Qin Ying escaped tonight, and she would like to thank Mei Sanniang for her success.

They slowly left the messy Suzaku Street.

"Smack." The last lantern suddenly fell to the ground.

Liu Yun, Liu Yun, Liu Yun...... The name struck her even more familiar than his temperament.

This feeling is like something that has been lost for many years, and one day it is lost and regained, and I can't help but want to burst into tears.

The royal family of the Han Dynasty was surnamed Liu, and then recalled the twelve deep clothes worn by the youth...... Qin Ying said in his heart, his identity is quite eye-catching.

- It seems that I have to buy a set of history books to check the information.

Note: There are 12 deep clothes, corresponding to 12 months of the year. I abbreviate it as twelve deep clothes.

(Author's words: The first male appearance on the heroine's emotional line can be referred to as the cannon fodder male third.) ）