Walking out of the pavilion, Mo Yijing met Er Chen, that is, Chen Jiuxiao and Chen Qingshan, close friends.

Chen Jiuxiao and Chen Qingshan came together, one in front of the other, one on the left and one on the right, Mo Yijing pretended to ignore them, and then the next second, when he arrived at them, his mouth was pouting, a thick stack, the folds were rippling, and the sallow and somewhat gray facial contours flaunted his contempt for them, as well as hatred.

She walked with her sword in hand, and when she passed by one of them, she deliberately hit them hard.

The black sword, with the tall ponytail with the yellow fork, and the clear and clear eyes, in this warm summer breeze, a peaceful and peaceful scene, gave them a reversal and dismount.

"It hurts!" Chen Jiuxiao squatted down and covered his shoulder with his hand.

Chen Qingshan looked at him worriedly, flashing a little concerned, his eyebrows were like green onions, like willow leaves, like crescent moons, in an instant, Mo Yijing's heart was moved, and his heart was lost.

Chen Qingshan turned his head, his eyebrows were even better-looking, and his whole face was just like what the poem described, I saw how charming Qingshan was, and Qingshan should be like this when he saw me. White and flawless, like a mutton fat jade, ruddy, even a woman was fascinated by him.

Mo Yijing originally thought that he would be annoyed and angry, but what he didn't expect was that he was not affected at all, and his face did not change.

Chen Qingshan helped Chen Jiuxiao aside, he had his own calculations in his heart, and he was in his heart, "How to calculate this account?" "The cherry lips are half-opened, and the rhinoceros is slightly exposed, just like Chang'e.

The wind is silent, the shadows are sparse and slanted, the robes are tilted to the ground, and the silk shoes hook the moon.

The red lips are half open, and the carmine is infused with pearls. A little spring cold into the rhinoceros, snow-colored shark silk wet and fragrant saliva. It's not as good as red sleeves, but it's better than immortals. The sound of jade, like the moon reflected in the ice spring, the top of the snow lotus, word by word, lingered in the ears and engraved in the heart.

"How?" Mo Yijing asked rhetorically.

"With Childe...... How about I give it a try? ”

"You...... You, don't be too arrogant! Chen Jiuxiao turned his head and glared at Mo Yijing.

After all, Chen Jiuxiao let out a sigh of relief, and he was helpless on the side.

If it weren't for the fact that his right shoulder couldn't move, he would have gone up and scolded him for his head and face. His fiery temper has always been one of the best among the princes and nobles in Shucheng. Can be ...... today It's a mess, for no reason.

Mo Yijing didn't take him seriously at all, her whole heart was resting on Chen Qingshan, and even she didn't notice it.

"Humph!" Chen Jiuxiao let out a sigh, with an unhappy expression, depressed, helpless, quietly, just waiting for this evil breath.

"Tell Ye Feng to stop, I don't care about you...... Sparring – I know who you are. Who knows, the next scene can't wait to come to an earth-shattering turning point, "Your identity is not worthy of my dignified son." ”

Mo Yijing is this person, he has already sent someone to inquire earlier.

His tone was plain, the same as before, there was no inner meaning, and what was clear was the truth, but it was like a cold arrow that pierced Mo Yijing's heart.

"Okay, let Ye Feng stop." If it were normal times, she would have used a knife and a gun a long time ago, but now she has no room for maneuver, and she can't break free from fate.

She has a humble status and can only accept her fate.

And once Chen Qingshan is exposed, she will never come out!

The silver moon hung high, and the mixed yuan beads were thrown into the air one by one, breaking free from the palm of Ye Feng's hand, about Chen Qingshan, about Wu Wuqing, and about pouring water...... There is also ink face.

That night, the Kong Ming lantern was as bright as it was filled with countless fireflies, and it was also like a lot of summer cicadas, loud and noisy, jumping with an uncalm and fiery heart.

Ye Feng stopped in white clothes and red Tian, with red lips and white teeth, picturesque eyebrows, and a beautiful appearance that seduced Chen Qingshan.

She unsheathed, a trickle of fragrance in the air.

Qiongyu sword, under the fall of the acacia flower, the snow is glowing, burning the night.

Chen Qingshan smiled, Alluring, but without the profundity of the white-robed son.

Who knows, in the next scene,

And here he is!

This is the good time......

In the dark night, the second son of the dumping appeared-pouring water and graceful, cold and boundless silhouette, in the air, there was more sweet, bitter, sour, soaked into Ye Feng's body.

She clenched tightly, and the white robe was scratched out by her with a few wrinkles that were not deep or shallow.

He quietly watched like this, watching this scene wonderful, and never tired of appreciating it!

stared at her deadly, his brow flushed with endless waves, ups and downs......

Chen Qingshan and Ye Feng stopped fighting against each other, shifting their shapes and steps, and their swords sparked.

"What's your sword called?"

"Green water."

"Isn't it nice to have green waters and green mountains?"

"Huh!" Ye Feng stopped laughing, stopped, and at that moment, his dark eyes also began to glow.

Chen Qingshan also smiled and echoed her beat, and the battle became a combination of the sun and the moon, invincible in the world.

From the exchange to change, turn the conflict into jade silk, rejoice, and remove the estrangement.

Pouring water's face sank.

Mo Yijing went to talk, put down his sword, and couldn't guess his thoughts......

"Second son, are you jealous of Ye Feng's stop?"

"How is it possible, what does it have to do with me when they compete?" With a faint sentence, even Dump Ran himself believed it.

"Hey......" Mo Yijing sighed, her mood was suddenly extremely heavy, she couldn't see it the most, but the two who obviously loved each other pretended to ignore it and were ruthless. Jiuzhou Chinese

"Hypocrisy......" she cursed in her heart.

"Let's go......" Pour Water got up and walked away.

Dressed in white, arrogant and cold. The wind is sluggish, teasing the branches.

Turning around in silence, Ye Feng stopped and looked through, but he couldn't penetrate the long night, and it took a long distance to reach the pavilion.

A jug of wine,

A bellflower, not yet flowering.

Closed eyes, quiet, let the flowing water perversely, she is obedient and irritable, glass-hearted, weak, insecure, flowers entwined with the dream of the water moon, bathing in the lonely forest.

Mo Yijing glanced at it from afar, no matter what, she couldn't understand Ye Feng's mood at the moment.

Ay......

She sighed again, several times in quick succession.

"Ye Feng stopped, you say, why are you so fascinating, and you can't guess?"

The bright moon is not a branch to frighten magpies, and the breeze chirps cicadas in the middle of the night.

"Hmm...... Is it? She smiled bitterly.

"Like a gust of wind."

"Hahaha." Ye Feng stopped laughing.

Returning to the Cloud Pavilion, Ye Feng stopped in the room and lit a new lamp, spread out the white paper, and studied the ink, word by word, stroke by stroke, all of which were Taoist experiences.

Take off your white clothes and fall asleep.

She stared at the dirt on her shoes and couldn't sleep.

The next day, I went to the library to look for books.

Pouring water and looking forward, dragging the footsteps, handsome appearance, eyebrows and eyes, leaving behind the worldly chaos, clear and innocent, as at that time, there has never been a transformation, perfect as ever, white as a wall, white jade flawless, Ye Feng stopped and was at ease. But he didn't know that he was laughing with bitterness, making fun of suffering, and pretending to be tenacious. He's the only one who is sad. The incomplete ones are only counted as his second sons. Everything, all in vain, that's all.

When she saw him, her brow furrowed again, and she was saddened.

On the second floor of the library cabinet, she was alone, smart, and read the scrolls.

The plum blossoms outside the cold window, without leaves, are bare.

The water is the wave of the eye, and the mountain is the gathering of the eyebrows. If you want to ask the pedestrian to go there, the eyebrows are full. What is a pedestrian, the pedestrian wants to go to the eyebrows and eyes, leading to the heart of pouring water.

The heart, once wounded, is forged into a thick barrier. I can't get in, I can't get out, the sun is shining, and my heart is dark and dirty.

There was a pair of hands brushing her black hair from behind, slender fingers passing through, his breath, his lips fluttering, persecuting; Holding her in her arms, a broad chest, a drop of ink between the eyebrows, green as grass, made her fall.

If she wanted to, it would be like that.

If he misses, he can touch her and rejoice with her.

Thoughts, that's it.

The book was closed, and she couldn't read it anymore.

There have been many, many scenes like this, and she really wants to think about him.

If he was like this, he should have taken a step to break the ice, sooner or later, sooner or later, but he was so cold, it didn't matter to him, he hung high, as if nothing happened.

But how could she understand that this stupid woman, stupid woman, stupid woman, poured water in her heart and scolded her like this countless times.

"Stupid woman, stupid woman!" He scolded that no one would hear or see him, and that he was "too stupid" under the tassel tree......

Under the waterfall, it was Ye Feng's posture of fencing alone.

"I'm stupid," he said, "and sometimes, he's the most selfish and useless person in the world." ”

He doubts himself, sometimes.

He hated himself, sometimes.

In the end, he deeply understood this fact - it was like an eagle, piercing the flesh and blood of the pouring heart with sharp eyes, blending the initial arrogance and fearlessness.

This eagle is his fruit.

Why, he is the second son of the family, not anyone else? If he were an ordinary person, he should be able to protect her without any worries! His martial arts are extremely high, and the world has only seen seventy percent of him, and the other thirty percent - he doesn't know.

When was it given to him by heaven?

In his previous life, when he was still pouring water, the young man called Qiao Nan opened the Xuanjie method and made a wish to the people who guarded the realm...... If there is an afterlife, he will become the number one person in the world with strong martial arts to protect Ye Meng.

I'd rather change someone with my heart.

would rather trade a life for a person's peace.

I'd rather have a bad life myself, but also give her the greatest sense of security.

But, in this life and in this life, he disobeyed.

What is the use of being strong in martial arts? He was ruthless, arbitrary and ruthless, and after abandoning Ye Feng, he was at ease, obeying the marriage contract with Gongsun Yangliu according to his parents' instructions, and living the unrestrained and free life he wanted; But after Ye Feng stopped betraying her, he asked for redemption.

He, when he witnessed the scene of Ye Fengzhu and Wu Wuqing's bedtime, his heart was extinguished, and so far, he can't forgive himself or her.