At night, Yunhuang was lying on the bed tossing and turning, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, she got up in her coat and looked at the bright moon outside the window in a daze. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The words that Xuanbei said during the day echoed in her mind for a long time, making her mind confused and unable to sleep.

He said that Murong Jin has worshiped Master Wuji as his teacher since he was a child, and after Master Wuji's guidance, whether it is martial arts or literature, he has an amazing understanding and achievements, and after the fall of the Jun family, he came to the Valley of the Medicine King, as if he had changed a person.

When he first came to the valley, he was silent for many days, staying alone in the corner, not saying a word, not eating a word, not paying attention to anyone, just looking at the empty place in a daze like that, until he fainted, and the old valley lord was heartbroken by this.

After waking up again, he first went to meet the old valley master, had a long talk with the old valley master, and met with the people in the valley one by one, then locked himself in the door, read books desperately every day and night, practiced martial arts, and went out after reaching the bottleneck, wandered around, experienced, developed forces, and then continued to return to the Medicine King Valley to cultivate, and at that time, he discovered this secret method of recasting the tendon veins, this method can be described as miserable, but the cultivation speed of a thousand miles a day after opening up the second vein of Ren Du is a huge temptation, Even if Murong Jin made up his mind to break his muscles and bones, open up the second vein of Ren Du, and re-cultivate, in order to be able to raise his martial arts cultivation to the highest level in the shortest possible time, in order to be able to protect his relatives around him with his own ability one day, so as to avoid such a tragic situation again......

What kind of torture and pain is it when the muscles and veins are broken and the cultivation is completely wasted!

Yunhuang thinks that if it were herself, she would never be able to do this, but Murong Jin can be so vicious to herself, what kind of perseverance and perseverance is this, and what kind of faith and courage have supported him to get to the present, so the heavens will descend on people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, empty their bodies, and act chaotically, so they are tempted to endure and benefit what they can't.

Admittedly, he persevered and did it.

He was cruel to others, and hated that Changgong bullied Yunhuang, so he poisoned that person and made that person endure the torture of seven days and seven nights, unable to survive or die; was so ruthless that others just scolded Yunhuang a few words, and he was about to cut off that person's tongue.

But he didn't expect that he was even more vicious to himself, so ruthless that he did not hesitate to destroy his own cultivation and muscles in order to achieve his goal, didn't he know that if this method was not successful, at least, he would become a waste person who could only be paralyzed in bed for the rest of his life, served by others, and at worst, he would die.

Or, for him, if what he did could not succeed, then he would rather die just like that, which is why he worked so hard?

Yun Huang thought of Murong Jin's eyes looking at her on weekdays, with a hint of warmth in their moistness, he once said that he only succeeded in doing things, and did not fail...... I don't know why, Yunhuang couldn't help but feel bored, she paced back and forth in the house, and finally, as if she had made some decision, she slammed her palm, turned around and came to the closet, took a slightly thick dress, pushed open the door after putting it on, walked to the desk outside the house, lit the lamp, picked up the top book of poetry, and opened the rice paper inside.

There is a portrait of a man painted on it.

Yunhuang glanced at it casually, put the portrait aside, picked up a piece of rice paper again, took out a pen, and carefully sketched a picture on it, and after a while, she sketched a handsome figure, she looked at it a few times, blew it, nodded with satisfaction, changed a pen, mentioned a small poem on the upper right side of the paper, folded it away, turned around, and walked out of the door.

Soon after she left, a figure quietly came to Yunhuang's door, and was about to knock on the door, but found that the door was not closed, he hesitated for a while, and finally knocked on the door, and whispered: "Yunhuang girl-, Yunhuang girl-"

After calling for a while, no one answered, he saw that there was light overflowing from the crack in the door, and he was suspicious, it stands to reason that at this time, Yunhuang girl should not have fallen asleep, if she fell asleep, the door should also be closed, but now the door is slightly open, and there is light inside, since Yunhuang girl has not fallen asleep, but why should she not open the door?

The person who came hesitated for a while, and then called out in a low voice: "Miss Yunhuang-, Miss Yunhuang-you don't answer, I'll come in first, I have something to say to you......"

After speaking, he looked through the crack in the door, and saw that there was a desk directly opposite the inside, and a bookcase on the side, which looked like a study, and he hesitated for a while, and finally pushed the door open, and crept into the room.

It was empty, a lamp was placed on the desk, the candle flame was faint, quietly burning, and there was silence in all directions.

The candlelight showed the appearance of the person who came, it turned out to be Xuanbei, he looked around, came to the door of the inner room, shouted a few times, no one answered, he thought about it, and finally did not go in, even if no one was there, the woman's boudoir was not what he should have entered. Xuanbei turned around and came to the desk, and saw a piece of rice paper floating quietly aside, he hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't resist the curiosity in his heart, stretched out his hand, and picked it up.

This is a portrait of a man.

If nothing else, it should be painted by Yunhuang girl, her portrait, a few simple strokes, but very vivid and expressive, the man in the painting is holding a folding fan in his hand, a faction of merry boy brother appearance, handsome eyebrows and eyes, delicate facial features, lips with a smile...... Her paintings were so lifelike that Xuanbei recognized who this person was with just one glance.

The person in this portrait is the younger brother of the leader of the martial arts alliance - Chu Huaiyu.

Xuanbei's heart was in turmoil after reading it, why did Yunhuang girl draw a portrait of Chu Huaiyu? Is it so vivid, so vivid?

He flipped through the things on the desk in disbelief, and didn't see the second portrait, so he couldn't help but be discouraged, he only painted Chu Huaiyu alone, and didn't paint his son-in-law! He picked up this portrait again, looked at it for a long time, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt bad in his heart, no wonder Gongzi would design Chu Huaiyu to go on a blind date with all kinds of women, and take this opportunity to transfer him away, but it turned out that this stinky boy really aroused the interest of Yunhuang girl, how is this good?

Miss Yunhuang is his future mother, and she can only marry his great son, and he will never allow Chu Huaiyu to sabotage it! Absolutely not.

"Miss, haven't you fallen asleep yet?"

Suddenly, a clear female voice sounded from outside the door.

Xuanbei's heart tightened, and his hand unconsciously exerted force, and the paper clicked, and a small opening was torn open.

(To be continued.) )