She didn't know if she was wrong about this feeling, just like the sword competition at this moment, he sat high in the attic, retreating, and didn't seem to care, but he knew the background of the Lin family and the results of the competition. He is not indifferent www.biquge.info he wants nothing like the praise and envy of others, but the ability to understand and even control the situation at any time, no matter how big or small, no matter when and where.

This is quite different from the rumors, the world rumors that he is very ignorant of the world, which is also very consistent with his detached temperament, but the more Cen Kexuan understands him, the more he feels that he is not like this. Or maybe he's the one who is most involved. How many of the things she encountered had nothing to do with him? Not only Chu Li's brother, but even Xiao Wu also said that he should be more wary of him.

Between people, if their minds cannot be connected, even if they are opposite, it is like being separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.

What kind of heart does the son of Mo Yin, whom she misses, have? What kind of desire do you have? The three brothers of the Bai family, one is as deep as the sea, and the other is as sharp as a sword. I don't know what Bai Yufeng, who succeeded to the position of the owner of the village as the eldest son, is the person who is very likely to become her husband?

Cen Kexuan exhaled lightly, and felt more and more trembling, so he stopped thinking nonsense, and only ordered himself to focus on the present. At noon, after learning that today's victory was very likely to be the Linglang Sword, in fact, she was a little red-eyed, and seeing that Bai Jingfeng had a good chance of winning at this moment, she couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "A swordsmanship like him should always require some talent." "Knowing that my qualifications are mediocre, I feel a little lost.

She was silent for a moment, caught a glimpse of the red paint mottled railings under her hands, and suddenly said: "Does Bai Gongzi know, this Lin family ancestral hall, I have come here for the second time." ”

"The second time?"

"Yes." Cen Kexuan leaned his back against Yan Gan and nodded, but he didn't dare to look at him again, "How old was when I first came, in fact, I can't remember clearly." She patted the railing in front of her and said with a shallow smile: "It's just lying on the side of this trunk just now, and I don't know why I feel very familiar." Unconsciously, some images came to her mind, and she seemed to sit on this trunk with her legs dangling when she was a child.

Later, she quarreled with a little girl with braids for some reason, the two began to pull and push between the noise, she didn't grasp it steadily, and was almost pushed downstairs, her body swayed and hung on it, and she vaguely saw her brother's thin figure appear downstairs, and was raising her face and shouting to her urgently, her face was pale, but her voice was shallow and fragmented, and it was quickly blown away by the wind.

Why are they here? She tried hard to remember, but she only remembered that there was a dense sound of firecrackers, very lively, there were many people she knew and people she didn't know, there were fathers, mothers, adults she often saw but couldn't name, and the two children of the Lin family, the boy was the same size as his brother, and he chatted with his brother affectionately, and the girl was the one who pushed her.

When she first arrived, the girl just hid behind the pillars, staring at her and her brother with wide eyes and curious eyes, bright black and white eyes, and small pigtails dangling. The many people were buzzing and talking, and their mouths were going up and down, and she couldn't remember what they were saying. Now that I think about it, it's nothing more than a birthday banquet or something like that. Those two children, I don't know what they look like now, anyway, her brother has already been exiled......

"It's all been a kid." Cen Kexuan reluctantly smiled and said, "What about Bai Gongzi, what interesting things did you have when you were a child?" ”

Bai Moyin seemed to reminisce, but in the end he only said: "When I was a child, I didn't have anything interesting except to practice martial arts and read books all day long. ”

"What about brothers and sisters? What's interesting about you and them? Cen Ke preached: "Didn't you just say that you have a younger sister named Bai Qingli, and you are very close to her?" ”

Bai Moyin shook his head slightly and said, "Qingli got married early, and now she is no longer in Fushan. Only Jing Feng occasionally asked me to play chess with him, or practice swords. Seeing the disappointed expression on Cen Kexuan's face, he suddenly whispered: "Perhaps, I am an extremely boring person. ”

Cen Kexuan was slightly stunned, seeing him say this, knowing that he had almost no time to have fun since he was a child, his heart hurt slightly. The next moment, I thought that he had another purpose, and he had never been honest with himself, but he pitied him so much and felt sorry for him, and inexplicably gave birth to a trace of unspeakable vague hatred.

Bitterness...... She clenched her palms in disbelief, and even her heart trembled. She never knew that she would be like this, and she would have such malicious emotions just because a person was not honest enough. She had grown to seventeen years old and had never really hated anyone, and the first time she had this feeling was in someone she had a crush on.

It's horrible!

She hates herself like this, hates such out-of-control emotions, and hates her panic in the face of this love-hate relationship.

At this moment, another unknown hero was defeated by Bai Jingfeng's sword, and the defeated person was thrown off the stage, and an exaggerated shout occurred when he hit the floor, which instantly pulled the distracted Cen Kexuan back to his thoughts. At this time, the sun was shining, the atmosphere was scorching, the third son's swordsmanship was sharp, and his shot was also very ruthless, which caused others to complain, Cen Kexuan also frowned, and did not agree with this, but Bai Moyin seemed to know that this was the case, and did not deny it.

Seeing that the battle was coming to an end, but Fan Yuqing never showed up, Cen Kexuan was strange in his heart, and suddenly heard the voice behind the hall suddenly rising, very urgent, and a girl screamed: "The sword has been stolen!" The sword has been stolen! As he shouted, his voices became more and more numerous, and he continued to say, "Come and catch the thief!" Come and catch the thief! "There was another noisy and noisy boiling, and it was probably the people who had gathered.

Who in the audience didn't come for this sword? When they heard the shouts of the stolen sword, their faces were horrified and they were in a commotion. Some people were skeptical and did not take action, and some people hurriedly asked the Lingxuzi Daoist on the sidelines to verify the truth of this matter. Others, however, could no longer hold back and began to rush towards the source of the sound on their own......

For a while, those who stayed stayed, those who went, those who talked, and those who discussed, the scene was chaotic and completely out of control.

Cen Kexuan exclaimed: "What's the matter? If it had been before noon, she would not have been so nervous, but now that she knew the origin of this sword, she paid more and more attention to it. Bai Moyin said: "Let's go over and have a look." Cen Kexuan nodded, and the two of them immediately hurried towards the source of the sound, but under the eaves of the hut behind the hall, someone had already started to fight with the thief.

The thief was masked and about to leap onto the roof with a long sword box on his back to escape, when a row of flying knives flew at him. He forcibly dodged sideways, and after only a half-moment of pause, he was grabbed by his ankle and fell to the ground, and after a few rolls, he held himself on the ground and slowed down, raising his head to see the comer.

Dressed in blue-black clothes, sword eyebrows flying obliquely, holding a flying knife in his hand, his expression was proud and uninhibited, it was Fan Yuqing. (To be continued.) )