In this small inn, Jing Qiushui saw Wu Tianxiao's bruises all over his body due to poisoning and he was in a coma, so he went from shock to anger, and reprimanded Wu Tianxiao in a low voice, "Why do you have to follow yourself."

Jing Qiushui's memories were traced back to the past in his mind, including Butterfly Yehan, who was about the same age as himself back then, and his extremely rare smile that melted people's hearts. The warm sunlight of that year shone brightly, setting off his cold smile, dazzling and dazzling.

One year, after the finale and awards, Qiushui also took the stage to present flowers to Liu Quanyi. She vaguely remembered that the bewitching flowers of that year were less than half a point of Liu Gongzi.

Jing Qiushui sat and recalled Liu Quanyi after winning the competition - not only was he not happy, but he ran to the wild pavilion surrounded by nature by himself, playing the piano music angrily to vent his grievances. The sound of the piano is lingering, and Jing Qiushui's memory is still fresh. The Chengguan Residence where they are located is also trapped by the word "love".

The cold weather in winter doesn't seem to disturb the autumn water to express your inner feelings.

Jing Qiushui thought: This can't be blamed on him for being emotional, after all, he is a prince with advanced martial arts and noble status.

Thinking of this, Qiushui smiled skillfully.

"What a prince, he won't be killed so easily, right?" She looked at Wu Tianxiao who was lying on the bed.

There was a sudden knock on the door.

"Who?" Qiushui's hand hidden in his sleeve clenched a plum blossom dart, thinking that if it was the guy from Jingkong Gate, he would let them see blood!

"The guest officer is angry." Xiao Er's voice came from outside the door, "Do you want freshly brewed hot tea?" ”

Jing Qiushui's nerves relaxed slightly, but his vigilance did not disappear completely.

"No need." Autumn Waterway.

When Qiushui felt that the people outside the door were far away, he said to Wu Tianxiao: "As a prince, I am your savior." When you wake up, please teach me the swordsmanship of your kingdom. ”

Qiu Shui looked down at his sleeve: "I'm here for this Lingtian Sword Technique...... It turned out like this. So, even if you compensate me. ”

Silent Door. Mu Yaotai. The moon is dark and the wind is high on a high night.

Qing Heng stood alone in the courtyard, the cold wind blowing, and her dark brown hair moved with the wind. The leaves of the surrounding depressed trees have long since withered, and they are lonely. At this time, a wild and unrestrained taste of freedom rose in his heart.

As the young master's bodyguard, although he did not agree with the young master on all issues, he has always been loyal. The young master's evaluation of himself is also "superb".

The young master is far-sighted and anticipates things like a god, and the specific move to take in chess is not something that people like himself can understand.

He thought that Yu Sheng had always been secretive, and Chu Xiang, the only person around him who could understand the young master's thinking, even if he understood, he would also keep it secret and would not tell others.

Qing Heng only knew that the young master was brewing some ulterior plans again.

However, whether it is the clever Chu Xiang, the martial arts Huangfu Tong, or the pretentious hairy boy Yun Sheng, Qing Heng does not intend to give in to these people.

With Qingheng's character, he will never bow his head to anyone. Even the young master has moments when he condescends for him. It's just that deep down in his heart, Qing Heng feels that he is not worthy of the care of the young master at all.

The young master, who is revered as a god, can see through the disguise of everyone's appearance, and no matter what, he can't hide it if he wants to. But the young master never casually evaluates anyone around him. The person who has already dominated the martial arts and has a splendid country, the coexistence of light and profound clouds and light winds in his eyes is something that he has never been able to touch or understand.

However, he is just a life that sells his life for others.

When he saw his bloodstained hands, he laughed weirdly and silently—it was an almost crazy smile.

The hunter's instincts have awakened.

It's another round of hunting.

Yun Sheng smiled: "Ah, although I almost went to meet Lord Yama, but that Jing girl is really an out-and-out beauty......"

"What nonsense, human life is a matter of heaven, you also score a lot!" Huang Futong said.

"Although my temper is a little bad, I can't hide my flaws, and I like to have personality." Yun Sheng said.

"What 'human life is at stake', you two are obviously not in such a critical situation," Chu Xiang originally wanted to say two words about them, but the words changed: "Compared to Miss Jing, do you know about the Lingshuang Sect?" Their whereabouts are mysterious, obscure, and unknown to the world. ”

"Lingshuang Sect, ......," Yu Sheng said.

"And if the young master, if you really meet the sect master, it is a monarch-level figure like Gillian, what kind of person do you think can cultivate to such a realm?" Chu Xiang continued.

Outside the simple inn, the breeze blows, and the long light brown hair flutters with it, and a touch of crimson floats on the white cheeks of the skin like congealed cream.

There was a hint of emotion in the lilac eyes, and the slender fingers subconsciously stroked the hilt of the sword.

"Autumn water." His voice--When he looked at it, it turned out that Wu Tianxiao had already left the house and stared at him.

"You're awake." Jing Qiushui smiled in return, catching the brilliance of his eyes at the same time.

"As a prince, I have spent my whole life contributing to the people and becoming the sword of the people, but I am not free overnight."

"You're a busy man." She couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips, "Or do you only have a sense of existence when you are a hero?" ”

"You're serious." Wu Tianxiao shook her head, "But it's insightful and very personal." ”

The wind blew, and the two stared at each other in the wind, neither of them taking their eyes off.

"I like your directness."

"No one has ever said I'm direct before." Jingqiu Waterway.

With her eyes cut water, she is touching and calm, in the eyes of Wu Tianxiao, she is really the most perfect intellectual goddess.

Looking at her beautiful shadow, Tianxiao said: "Qiushui, I will protect you." ”

"Your dedication to justice is really unique." Qiu Shui's eyes were fierce, and the double-headed sword in his hand glowed faintly, "However, I'm not the kind of weak woman who needs your protection. ”

Tianxiao laughed dryly.

"The meaning of a man's existence is to be needed."

"You're so cute."

"Perhaps." Qiushui said.

"I know you've suffered a lot from the Silent Sky Gate, so if you're not feeling good, you can come and talk to me...... I've always been here. ”

Jing Qiushui stared at him with a sharp gaze, meeting his gaze like a warm spring breeze - very warm, very soft, intoxicating, even a little fluttering. Compared with Liu Gongzi, who was so cold and lifeless, this martial artist who cared about her did let him feel the warmth of being a man.

Whenever Liu Quanyi, a person, began to be insensitive to the things that came to the door, Jing Qiushui could always know through intuition. And she noticed that Wu Tianxiao had the same arrogance and elegance as Qin Sheng, which was a real gentleman's temperament and celebrity demeanor.

"I don't need your protection." Jing Qiushui insisted.

"I see. But if you need me, come to me. ”

Later, Qiushui returned to the room from outside, but heard the sound of conversation inside the house outside the door.

"The court informant you are talking about is the one he wants us to enter the Silent Void Gate, right?" Ah Xiao's voice.

"Yes, that guy is secretive, and he won't show up until he has to," replied the strange man, "and he...... Your interest in Your Royal Highness is not small. ”

"Are you so curious about me? Is he trying to—or is the Imperial Court trying to spy on the Silent Void Gate through us? ”

"To capture the cheats."

"It's just too cunning. If we are exposed, won't we become their scapegoats? ”

"No, we're real thieves."

"It's not good for us to offend either of the Jingkong Gate and the imperial court." Wu Tianxiao pointed out, "We still can't do this kind of thing. ”

Jing Qiushui couldn't help but think of Liu Quanyi. Qin Sheng has always disdained to bow down to the dignitaries and dignitaries of the imperial court, is this a new trick for the imperial court to deal with and win over Qin Sheng?

The Silent Void Gate and the Piano Saint. And the imperial court.

Qiushui thought to himself: Does the imperial court want to use me as a weight to bargain with Qin Sheng? And then contain the forces of the Jingkong Gate?

The whole incident seems extravagant.

If the imperial court wants to persecute Qin Sheng, there must be thousands of ways, and it is simply a shock to those people.

But it is certain that Wu Tianxiao came to save me at Jingkong Gate because of the imperial court, and he did it for a purpose......

After returning to his room, Jing Qiushui's heart beat wildly uncontrollably, tossing and turning.

She was surrounded by darkness.

It's quiet, reassuring darkness.

However, at some point, this dark distortion became a kind of restlessness.

The space inside the room was getting smaller and the air seemed thinner, and she felt herself suffocate in the darkness.

The limbs seemed to be tied and bound, unable to break free, falling into the fear of not being able to extricate themselves, and the chest tightness was like pressing a thousand pounds of boulders, unable to move.

He was drowning in the blood-colored magic water, and his body was constantly pecked. She called for help, but couldn't make a sound. When Wu Tianxiao saw it, she was unmoved, watching herself being brutally devoured little by little......

"No!" Woke up suddenly, gasping for breath and unsettled.

Yes...... It's just an absurd dream.

An inexplicable sadness ensued and ran through the whole body.

She sat quietly on the bed, her heart beating violently again.

When she came back to her senses, the placket of her clothes was already soaked—

It turned out that I was crying, really. Qiushui thought helplessly.

Why am I crying? It's not a heart-wrenching experience, it's just ......

It's just that...... I was too persistent in pursuing my dreams, and I was betrayed by reality after all.

The purple-eyed girl wept silently. The crystal tears silently told the owner's distress and sentimentality.

It was late at night outside the window, and it was silent.

She just wanted to make herself disappear as quickly as possible.

Baiyun Canggou, Jing Qiushui just didn't want her fate to be controlled by those people - since they were really people sent by the imperial court, according to her own past experience, there was a good chance that those people were coming for Qin Sheng.

Who made her a beloved disciple of Qin Sheng! The name Liu Quanyi is too dazzling.

Qiushui sat quietly.