Early in the morning, Wuzhuang set up a ring, with red tablecloth, majestic drums, and purple wind chimes fluttering in the wind as always, which attracted people's attention.

He Xiong stood in the ring, he was majestic and self-revealed, obviously he was not the official deputy owner of Wuzhuang, but he wanted to pretend to be high and majestic.

The purple brocade, the gorgeous belt, the delicate jade pendant, and the ten-pound sword hidden in the cold ten caves, as well as the jade ring with a faint blue beam tied to his thumb, all show his nobility as the "head of the family".

However, because the sword was too heavy, he did not carry it with him today.

Ye Fengzhu was originally curious, and planned to leave after taking a look, but he was stopped by He Xiong, she was killed by him, he was Xu Yanling's uncle, and this matter naturally had nothing to do with him. Zhu Suiliang didn't find out the reason for this matter, it is enough to see how important this matter is, and the conspiracy and trickery are nothing more than related to her identity as "Zhu Xuanyan", she is not so stupid. She is still very clear about this. However, the details are vague and indistinct. It's as confusing as a gossip map.

Last time, Zhang Yixiao flatly denied that it was not instigated by others, but his personal will, which is ridiculous to think about.

But as soon as he said this, who had a way to take him, the life and death of a small Ye Feng was not enough, Wuzhuang originally had internal ghosts, internal ghosts and internal ghosts, no one could see through this matter, and they couldn't pursue it. Looking at the flowers in the fog and looking at the moon in the water, there is always a layer of haze. No one saw with their own eyes who Ye Fengzhu was killed by later, so this matter was finally settled. I only knew that she was poisoned and died, and when she died, there was still poisonous gas around her body. That time, he faked his death and almost became a real death, only a line away from death. If it weren't for her soft-heartedness, she wouldn't have been able to be a ghost under the yellow spring.

Ye Feng stopped approaching and did not make a sound. Wait for his instructions from Lord Hexiong.

He Xiong finally spoke: "Your name is Murong Qingwan, right?"

"Yes." Ye Feng stopped staring at him suspiciously.

The blue sword was placed on the light gauze red robe, and it did not look abrupt.

It was the dark curtain that moved with the wind, so that Ye Feng had to move with his fingertips from time to time.

"Why are you covering it with a fuchsia mansa?" He Xiong asked as if he had intentionally, gesturing with his hand, his gaze falling on the curtain, his eyes asking if she could lift it.

"It's none of your business!" Ye Feng stopped shooting back a glance, and then was about to walk away.

"What a character, a temper." He Xiong said a word behind his back, so that people would not notice.

"Can you try it with me?" He continued to make demands.

"Good! I can't compare to the owner of He Zhuang, I was accidentally injured, but I want to blame you on the head? Ye Fengzhu was holding back his anger and wanted to vent out, this person was her enemy, she almost died at the hands of his niece, she had to hate. She hated that time, she didn't know what was going on, she was at the mercy of Xu Yanling, and she became a fake death, it should have been-he-He Xiong, let her really die once!!

"The little woman has a humble status, and I ask the owner not to be contemptuous."

"Hehehe......" he laughed.

"Don't you have a sword?" Ye Feng stopped and said slowly, thinking that this He Xiong might have martial arts above her, so it was better to be careful.

"If you ask, I can do it, but I'm afraid you'll ......"

So they stood in the ring one after the other, and the purple wind chimes were shaking.

The red wind shadow turned around with a graceful posture, and she was not practicing in vain in the fairyland. I didn't expect ...... He can't even compare to this little girl.

It was too late, it was fast, the sword was about to block his throat, and there was a soldier in his right hand that caught his eye, and as soon as he reached out and touched it, the gun was blocked, catching Ye Feng off guard.

I don't know when, Lord Liu Zhuang greeted him and secretly exclaimed. Murong Qingwan is really worthy of being the "Youling" candidate he identified.

He Xiong couldn't lose face in front of him, let alone in front of everyone, so he did his best. Previously, he had only used seven successes.

This time, there is a good show to watch.

The white robe is fluttering, that is the second son of the dumping - dumping water, he is watching her Ye Feng's good show anytime and anywhere. He does not stretch out his hand to deliver, nor obstruct it.

The two of them tried their best, sweating profusely, the sword was dyed with a drop of scarlet, and Ye Feng's red yarn arm was cut, and the skin and flesh were slightly damaged.

For two or three hours, it is impossible to tell who wins and who loses.

At this time, He Xiong also has to give himself a step down!

So he gave Ye Feng a name, the position of Youling.

"Oh my God!"

"She deserves it, why are you yelling nonsense?"

"Now, those who used to oppose her feel better!"

At this moment, some people immediately changed their roles, but most of them stubbornly still stuck with this Ye Feng.

Everyone cheered, Ye Feng stopped laughing and didn't say a word.

At some point, she was about to fall out of the ring, and she was delusional that someone would appear in front of her to rescue her. However, as soon as the thought passed, the ground bloomed and extinguished like fireworks in the night, and she stiffened up, supported by her thoughts, and fought back.

"But there is one condition!" He Xiong said solemnly.

"If you fail in your duties, someone will still replace you......"

"I can promise that." Ye Feng stopped and shot back, "Anyway, there will always be people who are better than me, and no one is immutable and does not move." ”

"Uh-huh." He smiled, the folds of his face becoming clear, and leaned closer to her, patting her on the shoulder. happy

"Originally, I was going to defeat the fire......" He Xiong pointed secretly, with a sparkle in his eyes and meaning.

"What do you mean?" Ye Feng stopped.

"Extinguish your arrogance!" He Xiong took a step back and said, "But now it seems that there is no need. ”

"Your skills should be good enough."

"Hahahaha." Ye Feng stopped smiling and watched him drift away, maybe he wasn't a bad person.

When night fell, in the Fengyue Building, Wan Zhenzhen bandaged Ye Feng's wounds, the slight pain and burning were coolly blown by the wind outside the open window, whether at a certain moment, they were also breathing together at a certain moment. Like this.

After Wan Zhenzhen sighed, she said angrily, "You really don't want to live anymore?"

She's been worried for a while this afternoon!

"I don't want to ......" Ye Feng replied with a flat face, casually winding around his hair ring.

"If you're dead, I'm not alive at all." Wan Zhenzhen pouted, tears in her eyes.

"What a stupid thing to say!" Ye Feng stopped jumping up from the bench, then sat up straight, straightened his head and stared intently at the self in the bronze mirror, "I will live well......" meaningful.

She has now become one of the best in a hundred, and she is one step closer to her goal.

"That'...... Sister, you have to talk and count! Wan Zhenzhen stretched out his hand, Ye Feng stopped, pulled the hook, and it was not allowed to change for a hundred years.

Somehow, Wan Zhenzhen cried, and burst out two tears, so uncompromising, Ye Feng stopped crying, teary eyes.

"Dress you in a red dress that belongs to Youling, and you will be the most beautiful bride in the world!" Wan Zhenzhen quipped.

"Hahahaha!" Ye Feng stopped opening his heart, and laughter rippled with the wind.

The wind is gentle, and the night is cold.

This is the warmth that belongs to her, Wan Zhenzhen's hands, and what else is nothing.

For the first time, she felt the preciousness of human affection.

Without Wan Zhenzhen's company, she would not have persevered to the end and supported to this point.

Away from the ordinary Lingren Pavilion, I came to the Fengyue Building where I was alone. The only thing that doesn't change, but the moon.

The flute sounded again, Ye Feng stopped outside the window and followed the sound, but there was no trace, only Chanjuan.

Just quietly looking at the railing. Looking into the distance, looking at countless pavilions and courtyards.

Ye Feng stopped chasing, just because he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a sword light, in the dark night, no matter how bright and bright the moonlight is, a person's figure will not all appear. When Ye Feng stopped chasing the light and came to a roof, the figure of that person happened to be completely hidden in the night, dark and without a trace.

The wind stirred her heart, and the moonlight hit his edges like a layer of white frost, and his jaw loomed, pointed, like the narrow and deep eyes.

He glanced at her, still still, his arms standing in the wind, he sat against the roof tiles that were high, white clothes and light veils, with a clear face and clear eyes.

Ye Feng stopped looking stunned, motionless, his legs numb, and his arms stiff.

She couldn't bear to disturb the tranquility and touch its flawlessness.

"Ye Feng stops!" He looked at her, his fingers hanging at his knees, slender and white as jade.

"Hmm." She answered awkwardly and stiffly, her heart pounding.

"What are you nervous about?" He smeared a smile and looked at her with sparkling eyes.

It made her look even hotter.

Only then did she react, he was clearly pouring water, why, just now she lost her mind and lost her senses.

"Let's enjoy the moon together! Haha...... "Ye Feng stopped at a loss and responded indiscriminately. sat down, and next to the place close to him, there was still a bit of peace and sudden happiness, and he suddenly felt so......

"Okay!" His clear voice pierced through the hazy moonlight.

He was never curious and didn't ask much. So—she knew very well that he was him, not someone else, different from Feng Xuanya.

Ye Feng stopped and put his hand on his lap for some reason, just like him, don't let him mistake her for imitating him, just follow suit.

However, pretending to be so calm and composed, he still became more and more uncomfortable, and he suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Thankfully, she didn't look at her, her face was half red under the dark clouds.

She stole a glance at his fingers, slender as jade...... He didn't say a word, he was dignified and dignified, but it was enough to make her fall in love.

At that moment, she understood more clearly that she still liked someone unconsciously.

Dressed in white and with a long sword, she loves this appearance the most, a jade flute, I don't know where it came from, I think about it, it is almost exactly the same as the wind that day.