Shen Yu finally got half a sky, so he couldn't wait to go to the first village in the world, but to his surprise, Duan Chengcheng was not there at all. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He asked Gu Jinse to find out that today was the middle of the month, and she went to Shaolin Temple again.

Although he knew early on that three years ago, a man was injured by Gongzi Xuan in order to save her and became a living dead. He also knew that everything Duan Chengcheng had done in the past few years was for this man.

But when he thought that the person named Wuhuan had a place in her heart that no one could replace, he felt a little lost in his heart......

He and Allure have known each other since childhood, but they only have a few faces. Since he was sent by his grandfather to the south to practice martial arts, he was forced to cut off all contact with her, and even gradually forgot about each other's existence.

But when he saw her again, and remembered her, it seemed that someone had already gone before him into her cold and lonely heart.

At this moment, he suddenly regretted a little, if he didn't have the courage to flee the capital five years ago, then could he reunite with Allure earlier?

If he had seen her earlier, could he have accompanied her to the Demon Cult and protected her, and would he have been able to re-enter her heart......

It's just a pity that everything is if.

After Duan Chengcheng took the Dharma Cave, he did not stop at the Shaolin Temple, spurred the horse all the way, and galloped down the mountain. The low sky was shrouded in a chaotic haze, the wind was howling in the ears, and the slightest cold rain was coming towards him, cold as a knife.

When she first arrived at a small town, a hint of anger from the wind made her eyes narrow. Reining the horse, the neighing of the handsome horse resounded through the street, and the sound of horses' hooves as fast as the wind stepped on the bluestone pavement, echoing in bursts, light and crisp and weird.

The cold rain was still falling, and the streets and alleys were almost unusually quiet. In an instant, several hidden weapons flew from all directions, breaking through the wind like fine raindrops.

"Look for death!" She cursed in a low voice, her feet were a little lighter on the horse's back, and she was dressed in white and volleyed in the air, the Geyue knife broke through the sheath, and the cold sword qi shook impressively, and countless hidden weapons seemed to be blocked by gravity, and in an instant they were bounced back into the dark alley. A few painful snorts came from the alley, and with that blow, I was afraid that many people would die on their hidden weapons.

"Sneaking around, give me a roll!" She drank heavily, and the cold rain continued to fall, gradually wetting her white robe.

There was a cacophony in the alley, and a group of men had arrived from the shadows, some of whom had been injured earlier. The leader is a middle-aged man in a Taoist robe, and judging by the clothes he is wearing, he should be the head of a small sect.

She glanced at the man, and curled the corners of her lips disdainfully, "A group of nobodies, dare to block my way?" Do you think your life is too long......"

The man at the head snorted coldly: "Duan Qingcheng, your collusion with the Demon Sect is already well known, how can fellow martial arts people let you be a disaster!"

"What if I am a disaster?" She condescendingly looked down at this group of people who were beyond her strength, and said disdainfully: "You just want to kill me Duan Chengcheng, so that you can elevate your status in the martial arts from now on, why do you bother to make so many excuses......

"When they are all dying, they dare to speak out, look at the sword!" The man's face was angry, and he jumped forward, and the sword in his hand swept directly across Duan Qingcheng's waist with cold light, menacing.

Duan Chengcheng's face did not change, and he fell to the ground with a light turn, dodging the man's fatal sword. Seeing that she easily dodged, the man still did not repent, and the volley sword slashed at her again, her eyes shone, and the aura around her body was already different from just now, and it became extremely cold.

"Since you are bent on death, then I will fulfill you!" She curled the corners of her lips indifferently, and the Geyue knife was re-sheathed, with a cold silver light, and it approached the opponent's sword-holding hand to fall, with a touch of red blood.

The man let out a painful roar, the sword in his hand fell to the ground, and the hand holding the sword was also cut off from his wrist by Duan Qingcheng's knife, and blood splattered immediately.

Seeing this, the disciples behind him were so frightened that they didn't dare to move, with the master's martial arts, they actually broke their arms within three moves, so they would undoubtedly be sent to death.

The man had severed his hand and curled up in pain, and he looked at the group behind him and shouted, "What are you waiting for? Why don't you kill this demon girl for me! ”

Duan Chengcheng put the knife into the sheath and glanced back at those disciples, "What, you want to be like him?" Then just come up and ......."

Those people nervously held the weapons in their hands, eager to try, but still did not dare to take a step forward, and even some of them collectively retreated.

Duan Qingcheng's eyes showed a trace of disdain, he turned around indifferently, turned over on the horse's back, and those disciples didn't dare to move a minute.

She lowered her eyebrows and glanced contemptuously at the person whose arm was cut off by her, "I'll leave you a dog's life today, and next time you meet, I'm afraid you won't have such good luck, so you can do it yourself." ”

With that, she rode away again, leaving behind a man who could no longer hold a sword, and a group of disciples who were at a loss.

The rain was heavier again, and the group hurriedly evacuated with their own heads, leaving a pool of blood on the wide street, mixed with the rain, and meandering along the bluestone pavement.

A figure holding a demon red umbrella and wearing a fiery red robe walked from the shadows, his steps light as veil, like a ghost. A wisp of demon red light veil obscured a stunning face, leaving only a pair of deep eyes, and very charming.

Behind the man in red, there were two waiters, a man and a woman, the woman was wearing a crimson dress and a graceful figure. The man was dressed in black, and he didn't see any characteristics, but the two of them were dressed in exotic clothes, and they knew at a glance that they were not from the Central Plains.

"These Central Plains people are really as the legend says, they are very savage, ......" The man in red curled his thin lips slightly, and his low voice carried a hint of charm.

"What the Lord said is that the people of the Central Plains have always been arrogant and do not know the severity." The waitress chimed in behind her.

"But that woman just now is a rare master......" The man in red sighed a little appreciatively, but there was a hint of danger in his deep eyes, "I hope she won't become our enemy." ”

The waitress nodded and smiled approvingly, "This kind of skill is indeed rare, but compared with the Lord, I am afraid that it is still a little worse, so there is no need to be afraid." ”

"It's better to be careful," the man in red retracted the smile in his eyes, "The Central Plains is rich in resources and talents, if you want to find that traitor, I'm afraid it will take some time, you better not take it lightly......"

"Honor, Lord." After hearing this, the two waiters bent down and bowed.