The clouds gradually thickened to obscure the day, and a cold wind blew, and the thin body of the girl in black was swept up by the long whip, and her whole body was depressed. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Smack!" The chest was hit by the force of the palm, the long hair arced through the sky, and the wrist that had been holding the sword suddenly released, and the long sword fell to the ground, losing its supporting body and being thrown out like a puppet.

"Shuangshuang!" An agile figure instantly jumped forward and flew to catch her as fast as it could, "Are you okay?" Fan Yuqing half-knelt on the ground, hugged her junior sister with one hand and asked, but she didn't hear the slightest response, the weight in her hand was unexpectedly light, like a fluttering fallen leaf. The coldness in his heart went up, he looked down, the eyes of the person in his arms were dim, he opened his mouth slightly and gasped slightly, and a word suddenly appeared in his mind: breath like a gossamer.

The girl who was still bright-eyed just now was dying with blood at the corner of her mouth at this time.

"Shuangshuang!" He panicked, and hurriedly held her face, trying to wake up the fainting girl, but he was afraid that the movement would be too big and hurt her fragile body.

Yan Shuangshuang's jet-black hair was clinging to the corners of her forehead, fine sweat was already pouring out between her eyebrows, hearing the familiar call, she slowly opened her eyes, and just as she was about to speak, blood continued to flow down the corners of her mouth in her mouth, "Senior brother...... I...... I ......" She opened her mouth, then closed weakly, her eyelashes trembling, pale and fragile, like a stranded fish, unable to breathe.

There has always been a rumor in the market, saying that it is a handsome man in the north, a girl in the south, and a single Mo Yin son in the north, the rumors of truth and falsehood have never been broken, which has provoked many girls to secretly refuse to say it, and it also covers the light of thousands of young talents, as if he is the only one in the entire north, which is enough to prove the truth of the rumors, but the south is completely different.

There are many beautiful girls in the south, just like a hundred flowers competing for beauty, each with its own merits. In the distance, there is a legend that Yu Jin, who was born at the foot of Qingluan Mountain, is a man of the hour above everyone, and his beauty and means are rumored to be miraculous. And going closer, there is the famous Banjiang Tower in Luoyang City, and it is said that almost eighty or ninety percent of the pretty girls in it are from the south, and even the four protectors of Ziyun Palace, as well as Yan Shuangshuang of the Shuangyan Dart Bureau, are not far behind.

Yan Shuangshuang has been delicate and lovely since she was a child, and her parents and elders and uncles all love her from the bottom of their hearts, and there are actually some origins in this.

The old man Yan who resigned and retired since the establishment of the Shuangyan Dart Bureau has been dead for several years, leaving two sons under his knees, but he has been separated from the north and south for many years, Yan Yuehai is hiding in the southern town guard bureau, unwilling to go north, Yan Xueya wanders in the north, not stepping in the south half a step, which is difficult to reconcile the awkwardness and contradictions, in fact, because of a woman: this woman's name is Zeng Wanqing, who is Yan Shuangshuang's biological mother.

Zeng Wanqing was very beautiful when she was young, but her fate was very unfortunate. Her father was born in the northern grasslands, and at the age of seventeen, he was taken prisoner after the defeat and was escorted to Beijing by the army of the imperial court.

The captured steppe people were escorted back to the Central Plains, and most of their lives were miserable, but Zeng's father was an exception, his Chinese was excellent, and he learned some words after entering Beijing. It is logical that marrying a wife and having a child is not unusual, but it is a pity that these two people only got a daughter in the end, and let the daughter follow the master, surnamed Zeng.

There is an unwritten convention in today's imperial court, or a vision, the previous two emperors and their wrethes were very dim, and everyone was in danger, and there were some officials who were not big or small, and they loved to send their children to Wudang Mountain. In fact, in order to avoid the risk of court disputes, if you don't protect it for a day, you can leave a way for future generations to live, renew the incense for the family, and make a comeback.

For example, Mingxiao, who followed Bai Moyin, was also from an official family, and this Zeng Wanqing was also the same, in the end, such officials really had a bad career and encountered accidents, and most of these children who were sent to Wudang Mountain by them were able to survive. A small change in the court caused her parents to lose their lives, and she herself parted ways with her childhood sweetheart Yi Yunchao on Wudang Mountain.

The family was defeated, the love scene was frustrated, and it was clear that she was young and beautiful at the time, but she felt that she had nothing and became depressed, and it was at this time that she accidentally came into contact with the two brothers of the Shuangyan Dart Bureau, and formed an indissoluble bond for many years, until she finally made a choice.

――Until Yan Xueya passed away, he never met him again.

It is rumored that before the last martial arts conference that the world paid attention to, it was precisely because of the sudden appearance of Yan Xueya that Yan Yuehai, who had already arrived, temporarily changed his hexagram, and he was about to go back to his home immediately. Not far to the west, outside the city of Yangzhou, Wulipo on the edge of the peach blossom forest was bumped into by the Mo Zhiren and Chunsheng monks of Sanqingmen.

Mo Zhiren has a bad habit, which is also where he often provokes criticism, that is, when people like to count a hexagram, pretend to be mysterious, but from time to time they will step on the sore spot of others, especially in front of the Chunsheng monk, it seems that he wants to be in the limelight and suppress the arrogance of the other party, and he must secretly compare himself. He made an old mistake that day, and when he met a group of people who left in a hurry, he actually stretched out his hand to stop him, and made a few suggestions for Mr. Yan's dart head during the chat.

"This martial arts conference is about to leave before it starts, and it is the first time that Poor Dao has encountered it. Let me guess, Mr. Yan's dart head ...... Didn't you meet an old friend? Seeing that the other party's expression was cold, implying anger, he stroked his beard, and sighed faintly no longer shy away, "Mr. Yan's dart head must not blame the poor and talkative, if you want to talk about the grievances between the brothers of Mr. Yan's dart, at the moment, I am afraid that only Zeng's daughter Yan Shuangshuang ...... to be resolved. ”

Yan Yuehai was unexpectedly really hit by him, his face remained unchanged, but his tone had sunk: "What does Dao Chang mean by this?" Mo Zhiren said with a smile: "It is said that the noble daughter and his wife are very similar in appearance, if you don't talk about the age difference, they look like they are carved out of a mold." is the so-called love of the house and Wu, human nature......" His words were frivolous, and it sounded like a joke, "As long as Mr. Yan tries to get Miss Yan to come forward, I think one day, you-"

"I advise you to stop talking nonsense!" Yan Yuehai's face became very ugly after hearing this, and he immediately became furious and interrupted his words, "Your Excellency has nothing to do all day long, talking nonsense, what do you want?" He sneered angrily, widened his eyes and reprimanded: "Please forgive Yan for being blunt, in Yan's opinion, Your Excellency's martial arts are mediocre, and you don't have the slightest real talent to learn, but you are a big scum in the martial arts!" ”

This impassioned and unabashed depreciation counted, so angry that Mo Zhiren blew his beard and stared, and saw the Chunsheng monk in a cloth dress with his hands folded beside him, his eyebrows and eyes lowered, and the corners of his mouth seemed to have a hidden smile, he pondered that this person was probably secretly watching his jokes, so he felt even more embarrassed, simply shook his big sleeves, shook his head angrily, stretched out trembling fingers, and scolded the other party: "The kid doesn't know what to do, I don't know what to do!" ”

The man who has already started a family was scolded for no reason, Yan Yuehai, who was already in a very bad mood, was so angry that he pulled out his sword, and was about to fight immediately, but fortunately he was dissuaded by a disciple in time, and the disciple was Fan Yuqing, who accompanied him to Yangzhou that day and had not left the dart bureau to travel all over the world, he whispered in Yan Yuehai's ear: "Uncle, this is the occasion of the martial arts conference, heroes from all walks of life are haunted here, it is really not appropriate to be serious with such a villain, and cause criticism from others." ”

Yan Yuehai thought for a while, and then left a sentence to Mo Zhiren, "It's good to do it yourself", and then led the disciples to leave angrily.