Ling Junwu leaned on the bridge railing with one hand and looked at the surging river: "Miss Xu, there is already a beloved below, Miss Xu should find another good match!" ”

"Nope! I am infatuated with Childe, I will never marry anyone other than Childe in this life, Childe ......" grief appeared in those bright eyes, tears slid down, wetting the veil.

Xu Qianfei tore off the veil covering her face, and a beautiful face was revealed: "Son, don't abandon me......"

"Miss Xu laughed, she never had it, so why should she abandon it?" Ling Junwu flicked down his sleeves, stroked the dust that was not on it, and turned away without hesitation.

Xu Qianfei saw her sweetheart leaving ruthlessly, so she reached out and grabbed Ling Junwu's sleeve in a hurry, carefully pulled the corner of the sleeve, and looked up expectantly.

The shadow reflected in those eyes seemed to be her whole world, as if she were treating the most precious treasure in the world, carefully afraid to move, as if she would break if she moved, and fall into the abyss, never to be seen again.

Ling Junwu pulled back his sleeve, Xu Qianfei's persistent and firm hand couldn't grasp the ruthless person in front of him after all.

"Why? Childe ......"

"Huh!" Ling Junwu sneered, thinking of his more ruthless brother, his heart was cold, and he leaned into Xu Qianfei's ear and whispered, "Miss Xu, because I fell in love with my brother." ”

Xu Qianfei fell into an ice cave, standing frozen in place, the veil in her hand fell off at some point, floated on the water, soaked, and finally sank.

She didn't know when Ling Junwu left, the tears in her eyes could no longer flow out, her whole body lost strength, she leaned limply on the bridge railing, and looked at the clear river in a daze.

In the dark, a pair of worried eyes stared intently at the beautiful figure on the bridge, he couldn't hear what the two people on the bridge said, but he could see the woman's heartbrokenness, and muttered a few words out of her mouth.

"Phil ......"

Xu Qianfei stroked the cold bridge railing, suddenly showed a beautiful smile, and jumped over the railing resolutely.

"Fei'er!"

The river quickly flooded her body, the pressure came from all directions, and in the confusion of her mind, four lung-splitting cries came into her ears, but at this time, she had given up everything, and the voice seemed to be the second young master of the Fang family who received her hydrangea that day, Fang Hui.

Although it is not counted as nine cold days, the icy river water is enough to freeze people to death, not to mention Xu Qianfei, who can't swim in the water and is bent on death?

Fang Hui felt that his heart had stopped beating in fright, so he appeared and rushed to the bridge and jumped down without hesitation, grabbed the figure that had sunk to the bottom, and swam towards the shore with all his might.

The whole body was already stiff, and as soon as he reached the shore, he collapsed, and the last thing that remained in his eyes was that pale and beautiful face.

Ling Huisheng sat on the couch, and the one hanging in front of him was the quaint love mirror, in the mirror was the figure of a man and a woman, the two of them stood on the bridge, talented and beautiful, so it seemed that they were really a pair of golden boys and girls.

“…… Because I fell in love with my brother. ”

Leaning on the soft and comfortable couch, looking at the qiē in the mirror, Ling Huisheng shook his head with a chuckle: "Jun Wu! It's really ......" The smile gradually retracted, got up and picked up the mirror and put it away, and a sigh confided, "After all, I was confused, it turned out that I was still my own robbery!" ”

Ling Junwu returned to the mansion in a happy mood, looked at his brother's closed door, and looked at it with a fixed smile. If he was really ruthless to himself, how could he react like that, and how could he prevent himself from marrying a mortal woman? A mortal's life is only a hundred years, and in the eyes of cultivators, it is only a short moment, and when it passes, it will disappear into the long river of time, and finally it will be sealed in the corner, and maybe it will never be remembered again.

"Brother, you can't let go of me after all, more than 100 years of getting along, endless pampering and teaching, can you let go?" He rested his palms on the door and chuckled, "If you don't have me in your heart, how can you lust for me?" Do you really know your own heart? Brother! ”

Pushing open the door, I saw a man lying on the chaise longue in the room, who seemed to be taking a nap with his eyes closed, the veil that had been worn on his face for many years had been removed, and his handsome and incomparable face was extremely familiar to him, exactly the same as himself, but for some reason, seeing this face still made his heart move.

No matter how similar they are, I know that some things are different after all.

Ling Junwu walked over with light steps, leaning down slightly to look at the man who had carefully raised him for many years, this was his brother, his only relative, and his beloved.

Lightly imprinted on the lips in front of him, let out a laugh: "Brother doesn't refuse me? ”

Ling Huisheng opened his eyes, pushed away the person who was shrouded above him, and looked at the smiling smug person lightly with his chin in his hand, with a light and breezy attitude.

After a while, he slowly got up, and the long hair that was scattered on the couch poured down like flowing water with the movements of his body, and finally he was docile behind his back, and a few locks were scattered on his chest. is full of charm and peerlessness, and people who watch it can't help but be stupid.

"Junwu, for you, I am indeed confused, but this is not love. I can never let go of you, I love you, but just like I love myself, I will never have a love for myself, you know? ”

"Humph! What my brother said was too unreasonable. Ling Junwu reached out and grabbed a handful of the long silky hair, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed lightly, "Could it be because of the same appearance of you and me?" If that's the case, my brother is too superficial, but I don't know that my brother is such a shallow person. ”

"Naturally, it's not because of this, you...... Ay! Ling Huisheng pulled back his long hair, "If you want, I will accompany you for the rest of your life no matter what, as for love, I may not be able to give it to you, I just hope you don't resent me." ”

He was the only one left in the room, looking at the place where the man had just walked by, and putting his hand on it and caressing, it was too quiet.

Slowly lying on it, he suddenly laughed: "Brother! Don't you think what you say is too contradictory to what you do? Can't you even see your own heart? I was taught by you, and now I am shaped by you, no matter what I do, you should bear the consequences, even if you regret it, it will be too late. Ling Huisheng, you can only be my Ling Junwu alone! ”

The weather is getting colder and colder, and winter has arrived.

There was another lively happy event in Liuzhou City, Fang Hui, the second young master of the Fang family, and Xu Qianfei, the daughter of the Xu family, got married.

The groom is gentle and handsome, the bride is beautiful and moving, and Xu Qianfei's throwing hydrangea beckons to kiss, this hydrangea happened to be picked up by Fang Hui, isn't this a God-given marriage?

As for Xu Qianfei falling in love with a mysterious man, and even committing suicide by throwing herself into the river, it has also become a topic of conversation after tea and dinner.

Maybe Xu Qianfei still has a suave and beautiful man in her heart, but she has put him in the deepest corner of her heart, carefully hiding it, and outsiders may never find out.

There was light snow today, and fine snowflakes were floating in the air, but it wasn't very cold.

"Brother Ling! Can I be at home? Fu Shuangyun stood in front of the Ling Mansion and shouted.

The door of the Ling Mansion opened silently, and Ling Junwu appeared in front of Fu Shuangyun with a smile on his face.

"I said, Brother Ling, aren't you from the Ghost Clan? It's really elusive, and I didn't feel Brother Ling's breath at all. ”

"Brother Fu still loves to laugh so much, I don't know why Brother Fu is here today? Please! Ling Junwu turned sideways and motioned for this young man to come in.

Fu Shuangyun looked excited, and said while walking towards the Ling Mansion: "In a few days, Cangyun Mountain will hold a Jianghu Sword Conference, when all the heroes of the Jianghu will be present, it must be very lively, countless exquisite swordsmanship and duel will appear in front of the world, which Jianghu people are not impressed?" ”

"It seems that Brother Fu is preparing to participate in this Jianghu sword debate?" Ling Junwu said to the people around him, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the fleeting corner of his clothes at the corner of the corridor, and involuntarily hooked the corners of his lips.

"Of course!" Fu Shuangyun looked in high spirits, "I wonder if Brother Ling is willing to go to this sword conference?" ”

"On the Sword Conference!" Snowflakes fell on the tip of his nose, and he was cold, "It sounds interesting, wait for me to tell my brother." ”

Fu Shuangyun turned his head and snickered: "It seems that Brother Ling is very strict!" ”

Ling Junwu raised his eyebrows, strode to the front, the hem of his clothes flew over, this action was really as comfortable as flowing water, and there was arrogance in that demeanor, such a character is rare in the world.

Fu Shuangyun was left behind by the master's family very rudely.

Ling Huisheng was still wearing a veil, sitting leisurely in a chair paved by fox fur, different from his usual cold posture, but at this time he looked lazy, looking at his younger brother with a hint of tenderness and doting.

Fu Shuangyun couldn't help but be more careful every time he saw Ling Junwu's brother, although Ling Huisheng looked similar in age to them, but this man with a mysterious feeling made him dare not have a trace of presumptuousness, as if he was not facing people of his generation, but like those unfathomable seniors.

But for some reason, this powerful man still wears a veil at home, which is really a quirk.

Fu Shuangyun stood aside with his eyes and nose and nose, watching Ling Junwu squat down beside his brother, leaning closer, and said very affectionately: "Brother, there is going to be a sword conference on the rivers and lakes, I want to go and see it." ”

Ling Huisheng glanced at Fu Shuangyun who was standing next to him, and smiled slightly: "If Jun Wu wants to go, go there!" ”

"Brother ......" was silent for a moment, but he didn't say anything to let his brother go with him, got up and turned around and asked, "Brother Fu, when will you leave?" ”

Fu Shuangyun glanced back and forth between the two, and said heartily: "Cangyun Mountain is some distance from this Liuzhou City, so I will be ready to set off tomorrow." ”

"Okay, then we'll leave tomorrow."

The next morning, the snow had already stopped, and as soon as the gate of Liuzhou City was opened, several horses galloped out of the city, and the speed was extremely fast, but the shadow disappeared in a moment.

This group of people is Ling Junwu, Fu Shuangyun, Shu Langyue, the owner of Langyue Villa, and Qin Xu, the amorous son of the "Flying Flower Sword", and the purpose is naturally a sword debate on the Cangyun Mountain.