In the middle of the seat, next to the patriarch An Yuntian, the peerless graceful figure is safely seated, her beauty is completely different from An Ruorong's, An Ruorong is calm, gentle, and calm, but her beauty is confusing, there is the refreshing spleen of the spring tide, and there is the quiet beauty of the winter ice and snow, her facial features and limbs are like the most beautiful masterpieces in the world, and the most noble and pure bloodline has forged the infinite luxury between her gestures.

But there is an indescribable breath of death in her beauty, yes, it is the breath of death, like the withered beauty of ten thousand leaves, a faint and indecisive gloom that melts her whole temperament.

She was too thin, the demon in her body had tormented her for too long, and as she grew older, the guilt in her heart almost swallowed her whole body. A pair of beautiful jade flawless eyes stared blankly at the fierce competition in the paddock, but she couldn't afford to make waves in her heart.

She is the young master of the An clan, the only heir of the top sect in the mainland, but she has never experienced any happiness over the years, the flowers are like flowers, prosperity is like a dream, endless glory and respect are like clouds and fog to her, she feels like duckweed in the water, it seems that she may wither and die at any time......

The qiē in the paddock didn't seem to have anything to do with her, even on this grand day, all she had in her heart was her brother who cared about her day and night, and she thought stupidly, like a dying old woman imagining the old past.

Over the years, she has wanted to go back to the Nanban tribe again and again to have a look, and her footsteps have even stepped into the pass several times, but in the end she didn't have the courage to enter the familiar place of her childhood.

She has been deceiving herself, she sues herself that she must not betray her family, betray her ancestors, and never go to see the king and grandson of the ancient underworld...... But deep down in her heart, she couldn't understand that the reason why she didn't dare to set foot was only because she was afraid that this thing would be wrong, and she heard the bad news that her brother was no longer alive.

The fragility of her heart made it impossible for her to contain the heaviness, and she was so afraid to face the truth.

Although she expected that her lonely brother should live soon, she would rather have a fantasy like this, but since the last time she confided in An Biyue, the third commander of the outer court, An Biyue's words seemed to shatter this last illusion......

"Poof!" An Peirong, who was in the seat, suddenly shook her body, she bent over and held it with her palm, but there was a pinch of red blood.

"Young master! What's wrong with you! ”

Everyone around was shocked, among which An Biyue and An Ruorong were the most important, and they had rushed directly to him.

"Young master......" Miss Bi was already choked up when she saw An Peirong's appearance.

The commander behind him, An Jianhong, hurriedly rushed in and shouted anxiously: "Young master! My subordinates will take you down to recuperate! ”

"It doesn't matter." An Peirong just shook her head slowly, she brushed her hands, and said in a low voice: "It's okay, but it's just an old disease, and it's not in the way." ”

An Ruorong handed over a handkerchief and said softly: "Young master, the wind and cold in such a high place are very strong, and your body has always been weak, so let the Grand Commander take you down." ”

"You all go back to your positions, I still have to finish reading this Jingcha." An Peirong is very stubborn.

On the other side, Tang Wanxuan suddenly got up and came over, walked slowly, calmly took out a porcelain bottle of spiritual liquid, and said, "Miss Pei, it is better to take this porcelain bottle of blue and scattered flower liquid, which should help you recover your body." ”

He walked here, but handed the porcelain vase directly to An Ruorong on the side, he smiled at An Ruorong, his handsome face revealed a deep charm and bewitchment.

I don't know how many girls have been fascinated by his charming smile, but for An Ruorong, it is an exception.

"Thank you, Young Palace Master Tang." An Ruorong glanced at Tang Wanxuan lightly, took the spiritual liquid, and did not forget to politely say thank you.

Elder Min Ge said movingly: "Qingsan Flower Liquid, could it be the healing elixir that is prevalent in your palace?" ”

"Not enough." Tang Wanxuan smiled slightly, and his bearing was very elegant.

"The young palace master is really a generous person." The other elders said.

"Where, where." Tang Wanxuan smiled calmly, glanced at An Ruorong again, and then slowly returned to the seat over there. Dugu Wujian in the seat nodded slowly.

The patriarch next to him, An Yuntian, glanced at An Peirong and felt pity for himself, he didn't say anything, just sighed softly. He knew in his heart that An Peirong was suffering from a heart disease that could not be cured.

On the other hand, the elder Min Ge said lightly: "Young master, don't be reckless with this injury, everyone is for your good, our huge An clan is waiting for you to inherit, if you have three long and two short, it is not just your personal matter, but the foundation of my entire An clan." ”

As soon as the elder Min Ge spoke, the other four elders of Zhuo, Xing, Qin, and Yu all echoed each other, and they all persuaded An Peirong to take care of his life.

Only the old man of the Sword Pavilion did not speak, he couldn't bear to glance at An Peirong, and there was only a sigh in his heart, he understood very well in his heart that the young master An Peirong's illness was forced out by this family and by the old men of the Ming Pavilion.

He and Xuan Ge Lao seem to be heretics among the Eight Great Pavilion Elders, and they sympathize with the young master, but they don't help.

Elder Min Ge said lightly: "Since the young master insists on staying here, it is better to stay and watch the competition." He has a posture of leaning on the old and selling the old, although he is very respectful of a "young master" in his mouth, but in his bones he reveals a faint disdain for An Peirong, a junior.

Zhuo Ge Lao said: "Young master, now the top three masters have come out, all of them are the children of our Eight Great Pavilions, and the children of their Nine Great Peaks have either lost in the competition, or they can't even cross the mountain gorge. ”

Xingge Lao said: "It is really a great honor for them to win the battle between the patriarch and the young master, and there is a battle for the leader behind them, and the children will definitely show their true skills in front of the young master." ”

Elder Qin Ge said: "In my opinion, this leader should be An Liang of Chongwen Pavilion, and An Ling of the Discipline Pavilion should not be able to compare to him. He said to the Sword Pavilion Elder again: "Senior Brother Sword, the old man is not targeting your Discipline Pavilion, just guessing at random. ”

The elder of the Sword Pavilion smiled faintly and said, "It's nothing, An Liang has been recognized by Senior Brother Min for a magic weapon, and his current strength is only stronger." ”

Suddenly, I heard Yu Ge Lao say: "If you want me to say, in the future, Jingcha will not have to be so troublesome to worry about the children of Jiufeng, and it will be up to the children of the eight pavilions of the main hall to compete." ”

"It seems that this is indeed the case, before the Jingcha over the years, the top three were all occupied by my eight pavilion disciples, and it doesn't seem to matter whether there are nine peaks participating in the war or not." Several cabinet elders echoed one after another.

On the other side, the patriarch An Yuntian smiled faintly, without saying a word, how could he not know that several pavilion elders were relying on the old and selling the old again, putting invisible pressure on him, since it was said that the children of Jiufeng did not need to participate, then the children with foreign surnames naturally let alone the children.

Suddenly, I heard the old man of the Qin Pavilion say: "Look! An Liang has defeated An Xin, and now he is fighting with An Ling, if he can defeat An Ling again, then An Liang will be the leader of this year's Jingcha! ”

"An Liang really deserves the name of the number one master among the young generation of the Eight Great Pavilions, everyone can see how skilled he is in the Yuliu Sword Technique and Cangwu Sword Technique."

Among the elders of the several major pavilions, the old Min Ge has the deepest qualifications and the highest prestige, and An Liang is the nephew of the old Min Ge, so everyone can't help but say good things when they speak. Min Ge Lao himself was also used, and An Liang won the leader of this Jingcha, and he also had a light on his face, and he could also have a long face in front of the two heretical Xuan Pavilion elders and Sword Pavilion elders.

Suddenly, I heard a voice on the other side say coldly: "An Liang, looking at the Eastern Regions, he is a powerful figure among the younger generation, but in front of the Tang Shao Palace Master, don't say these words." ”

When Tang Wanxuan heard this, he was not humble, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

The person who spoke was Dugu Wuji, who had been silent, she had a graceful and luxurious appearance, and it was even more domineering to say this, it stands to reason that this was simply a humiliation to An's, but no one dared to respond to her exit, and the six pavilion elders who were still talking just now all turned off the fire. They didn't look at Dugu Wujian either, and their expressions were extremely weird.

Because Dugu Wuji's identity is too special, not only because of the strange relationship between Dugu Wujian and An's family, but also because of Dugu Wuji's noble identity......

An Ruorong saw Dugu Wuxuan's frenzied attack, and couldn't help but turn her head and shout: "Mother......" What else did she want to persuade, but she met Tang Wanxuan's unabashed, direct and incomparably hot gaze. She lowered her head slightly, turned around, and said no more.

She involuntarily looked in the direction of the south again, sighed slightly, and a wave of disappointment welled up in her heart - the person she was waiting for had broken his promise and did not come......

(ps: Please take a leave of absence, I'm in a bit of a hurry today, I'm a little late, and the third one will arrive later!) ）