Qing Sanskrit composer: Garland

Green smoke curls, inside the bamboo curtain, a pot of warm wine, and a tube of bamboo flute.

Outside the curtain, the white-clothed boy sat on his knees and unfurled a roll of silk that had just been untied from the pigeon's foot.

'Master, the third senior brother came to report that the master of Fengyi Sect was besieged and killed by the Shaolin Eighteen Arhat Formation and died in battle. ''Got it.'' As if indifferent, the man in the curtain casually agreed, and lifted the flask.

'You ...... Step aside. In the midst of the chaos, no one heard the faint sound of the wine dripping and dripping, and ...... The crisp sound of the flask shattering.

Silently, the man raised his hand, flipped his wrist, and poured a full glass of green wine to the ground, and then the porcelain cup as clear as jade crossed an arc, came out of the window, and disappeared.

She's still dead.

Waving his sleeves to open the door, the north wind shouted, and the eyes were full of snow like pear blossoms.

Hui Yao...... Hui Yao.

I can't avenge you!

1. When you are young, you can play alone with a sword

The shade is thick, and the shadow shakes the wind.

The horse's hooves hit the ground unhurriedly, and the man in Tsing Yi leisurely looked around at the weeds and flowers on the mountain road, and suddenly frowned slightly.

There is a murderous aura.

With a pat of his hand on the saddle, Tsing Yi turned into a streamer and jumped up, only more than ten ups and downs, and saw a small sedan chair on the narrow mountain road in front of him, and the long grass shook faintly in the deep forest around. The man in Tsing Yi frowned, and was just about to speak, when suddenly a ringing arrow swayed and fell from the top of his head, and dozens of snow-bright long knives flashed, surrounding the sedan chair from all directions. Before the thieves could shout the word 'robbery', the two palanquin men were already so frightened that they squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, eager to dig a pit and burrow into the mud.

With a flash of white light, the sedan curtain was opened by a long knife, and the greedy eyes of the thieves immediately turned hot.

'What a beautiful! ''Our brother has a ......' In the simple bamboo sedan chair, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl tried her best to curl up in a ball, her cheeks had already faded with blood. The thieves had already swarmed over in a mess, and the closest one was about to put on the girl's clothes, when he suddenly paused, followed by a long scream!

This call continued, outside the small sedan chair, the person in Tsing Yi walked with the knife, and every time a continuous cloud of knife light flashed around the sedan chair, a thief fell. In a matter of moments, dozens of people on the mountain road fell to the ground, and the screams of the first person still echoed in the forest. The man in Tsing Yi casually returned the long knife to the sheath and flicked the hem of the long robe, and then turned around calmly.

'Girl, don't be afraid......'' 'Who called you troublesome!' The girl's autumn-like eyes naturally flowed brightly even if they were angry, and the man in Tsing Yi was stunned in this fiery gaze, and a white shadow flashed in front of him, only to see that the girl was already standing on the mountain road.

'What's wrong with me?' Looking at such a pretty face, there was really no way to be angry, and the man in Tsing Yi already had a smile in his voice.

And said you didn't have much to do! People originally planned well, they grabbed me and I must be dedicated to the owner of the village, when the time comes, I will take a free sedan chair up the mountain, by the way to capture the thief and capture the king. Now it's okay, everyone is killed for you! You say how to pay! 'That's a lot of fun, isn't that?' The man in Tsing Yi was dumbfounded, and was about to refute, but he caught a glimpse of the girl's lips pursing slightly, the tips of her eyes bent slightly, and the banter in her beautiful eyes flashed, and for some reason, a smile suddenly came up from the bottom of her heart. You look at me, I look at you, and I can't help but laugh out loud at the same time.

In the midst of a long laugh, the man shook himself to the ground and said loudly: "It's reckless, let's go and kill this bandit, and I should apologize to the girl!" He didn't get up as he spoke, but with a slight upside down, he had already gone up to the treetops, and in a blink of an eye he was far away.

'Hey! You...... You! It was too late for the girl to shout, and after a pause, she said to the two sedan chair men who were shaking together: "You carry the sedan chair away, this girl will not sit." He floated up the tree and chased after him. Who knew that the man's light skills were also far beyond her imagination, and no matter how much she tried to catch up, she still saw that the green shadow was getting farther and farther away. The girl had only reached the halfway point of the mountain, and there were already sporadic screams and bloody breath blown down by the mountain wind.

The clothes fluttered, and the girl raised her speed to the extreme, and when she stepped into the cottage, her forehead was already slightly sweaty. And the killing was obviously over, and in a pool of blood all over the ground, the man in Tsing Yi was returning the knife into the sheath, and when he heard her footsteps, he turned around and nodded slightly to her.

That was the first meeting of this legendary man and woman.

She knew that his name was Jing Wuji, and he also knew that she had a beautiful name, Fan Huiyao.

So much for.

In addition, it is like the wind blowing on the water, quietly passing without a trace.

2. Frost lying in Pingzhou

It's been a long time.

He has become the heir designated by the sect master of the Demon Gate Day Sect from an ordinary disciple of the Demon Gate, and all kinds of ups and downs in the Central Plains martial arts have also been sent to his desk day by day - so he knows that after she disappeared for four years, she is like a new star rising in the Central Plains Martial Arts, a sword is cold, invincible; So he knew that she had become the young master of Fengyi Sect, an originally inconspicuous small sect, which was glorious in her hands; So he knew that she was always surrounded by countless admirers, but she vowed not to marry for the rest of her life; So he knew that her martial arts had been listed among the top masters in the rivers and lakes, and she had become a heroine admired by everyone; He even knew which day she had a few new scars on her body, and which day she fell ill in the inn, desolate and unrequited......

News about her came more and more every month. His master, the Sect Master of the Demon Sect at the time, once inadvertently pointed to a piece of information and said with a smile, "Wuji, this woman will probably be your biggest opponent in the future." He nodded silently, but the shadow of a bright-eyed girl smiling inadvertently flashed in his heart.

It's just a flash.

Until that day.

Wander around the Central Plains. In the inn, a fluttering pigeon flew in, and in a moment, a disciple quietly pushed open the door and knelt down on one knee.

'Qiqi Young Sect Master, Fan Huiyao will marry the Young Master of Heifeng Village, the wedding card has been released, and guests from all over the world are invited. 'She's getting married?'

Counting on his fingers, Jing Wuji smiled dumbly. It has been eight years since the last time they met, and she is now twenty-four or five, and it is long overdue for her to get married.

If you have nothing to do, why not go and see the old people?

Wearing a green shirt and a thin gift, Jing Wuji was in an unusually relaxed and happy mood when he stepped into the Black Wind Village. The mountains are full of lights, laughter and noise everywhere, and in it, people's mood is unconsciously better. It seems that Black Wind Village takes their bride very seriously, and she should be doing well-Jing Wuji thought to himself.

However, when the bride walked step by step on the red felt, Jing Wuji secretly clenched the long knife at her waist.

There is something strange.

The woman hiding under the red scarf couldn't see what her expression was, her body was steady, her steps were dignified, and her martial arts had reached a realm that was not the same as eight years ago - with the support of Xi Niang, she was like an arrow on the string, and she was about to burst, and Jing Wuji even smelled the smell of blood and blades!

So, in the shock of the full house, only Jing Wuji was in a mood of almost some anticipation, watching Xue Liang's sword flash, and the groom at the wedding, the young master of Heifeng Village screamed miserably, and the flesh and blood flew all over the body.

On the happy hall, the big red Luo Yi flew and shattered like a blood-colored butterfly. Among the guests who retreated in panic like a tide, Jing Wuji stood still, silently watching Fan Huiyao standing in court with a sword in his hand. Under the cold light of the sword qi, a white cloth as cold as frost and snow seemed to be hunting and burning.

It was no longer the delicate and bright girl with a naughty character in his memory eight years ago, but it was exactly the appearance he had sketched in his heart day by day for eight years. Beautiful and dazzling like a phoenix bathing in fire, awe-inspiring and noble like a snow and cold plum.

She looked back coldly in a pool of blood, her gaze swept over Jing Wuji, and then she turned away without stopping.

If you don't know each other.

The next moment, many masters of Black Wind Village had rushed forward with angry shouts, drowning the snow-clothed woman in an instant.

Jing Wuji flashed to the side, watching coldly as the subordinates of the Black Wind Village surrounded Fan Huiyao. Well, there are a lot of people from Heifeng Village today, forty-eight Dharma protectors and one hundred and eight village owners have all arrived, plus the leaders who are pouring in, I'm afraid there are at least five or six hundred...... Pity. Jing Wuji looked at Qingmang who exploded in the middle of the crowd and smiled coldly, this kind of martial arts is just a part of sending it to Fan Huiyao to kill.

It's just that there are too many people after all, it's a bit troublesome, and the swords cut down from all directions alone are enough to give people a headache for a while.

I didn't see how he moved, his figure floated up gently as if he was not forced, and he silently stepped up on the beam, and then raised his hands down. A huge momentum swept out, and people with slightly inferior martial arts stumbled involuntarily. Seeing Fan Huiyao's sword light swallowing and rushing out, Jing Wuji smiled slightly with satisfaction, lay down on his side on the beam, gathered his whole body's breath, and looked down from above.

I haven't seen her for eight years, and that girl's kung fu has really grown a lot. Not to mention anything else, watching her come and go in the crowd, not to mention the shocking of the world, she can also be worthy of the four words of shock. What's even more touching is her swordsmanship, the sky is full of cyan sword light, the fast sword seems to have exceeded the limit that the human body can reach, and a blood-colored rainbow swept by with a light touch, and life and blood gushed together.

This is a picture made of blood and ink, and the snow-white shadow that turns and moves is the brightest color in it. I don't know why, the figure that still carries elegance and luxury in the brutal fight makes him unexpectedly think of an ancient poem: Thousand Mountains Sword Qi Lonely Snow.

It's so lonely and cold......

Jing Wuji's brow furrowed slightly. It shouldn't be like this, everyone knows that rushing out is the best option, why is she still fighting here?

Below, Fan Huiyao is really caught in a bitter struggle. Her Wind Sword Technique has not yet been completed, and her internal force is gradually unable to support the lightning-fast sword moves, her body is a little slow, and the pain on her back is to the bone, and two scars have been added. However, she was extremely tough, and with two backhand swords, the enemy behind her screamed and fell, followed the long sword whirlwind, and drew a graceful arc in front of her, protecting herself from the circle.

Listening attentively, there was a soft whistle in the distance, followed by a loud noise, and a rough voice shouted: 'That old woman has escaped, take this down for me!' Fan Huiyao's heart was relieved: Master has been rescued, it's time to rush out......

As soon as this breath was relieved, I felt many strange pains on my body. At this time, she no longer counted the injuries on her body, only felt that her body was getting colder and colder, and her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of black shadow, if it weren't for her amazing perseverance, she could barely hold the long sword. Fan Huiyao gritted her teeth, barely lifted her true breath, and slowly straightened her shoulders.

At that moment, her white shirt was stained with blood, and her whole person was shaky, but everyone couldn't help but take two steps back when they came into contact with her fierce and abnormal eyes.

It's a pity that such a person dies here. Looking at her tall figure from above, Jing Wuji instantly made up his mind and said, "I'll open the way for you, rush out!" As he spoke, the long knife in his hand shook, turned into thousands of pieces, and threw it downward with enough internal force!

Jing Wuji's martial arts at this time can already win the first young master of the Central Plains, is it ordinary to go all out? Seeing that the three fragments were thrown out one after another, and there was no one left to stand in the Xitang until the door, Jing Wuji shouted: 'Go! ‘

3. Drift with the flow and let things go

Fan Huiyao groaned and woke up slowly, only to feel that the pain all over her body was like tearing.

She lay in the dark and silently recalled: I remember that in the battle of Black Wind Village, she was helped by others, and she broke out of the encirclement with one sword. At that time, she was seriously injured and was struggling to gallop on the mountain road, and she could only point a few points to stop the bleeding, but it was far from enough. And then...... And then......

I took a deep breath, the internal force was working normally, and there was no prohibition on my body. The bedding that surrounded her was soft and thick, and there was a faint smell of medicine from the tip of her nose. After settling down, Fan Huiyao heard the whispering voice of a girl outside.

'That girl inside is so pretty!' The young master shouldn't like her, right? ''Maybe!'' I hugged it all the way back, and I kept holding someone's hand, and I was reluctant to let it go even when I was wounded! ''What nonsense are you talking about!'' The young master is using internal force to renew her life, I heard that the girl is seriously injured! - Hey, young master! With a squeak, the door opened, and a man slowly entered, looked at her face, and smiled, "You're awake." The voice was deep and familiar.

"Thank you for saving me, dare to ask Engongzun's name...... Fan Huiyao struggled to get up and thank him, but was held down by the man: "Don't move." Your injuries were severe, with thirty-seven wounds all over your body, large and small, and you were in a coma for three whole days. After a pause, he added, 'You really can't remember me.' 'She's seen this man before?' Fan Huiyao bit her lip and remembered bitterly, but she couldn't remember it anyway. But the man had already gone to the door, turned back, and said, 'Take care of your wounds.' Rest assured, no one can touch you here. The aura flashed instantly, and Fan Huiyao lost her voice and said, "It's you!" You're - you're Kyo Wuji! The man who looked back calmly in the blood on the ground, the man who was three points cold, three points resolute, three points arrogant and a point gentle, the man who had only one side with her, the first young master she saw in her debut...... It's him! It's him!

It was because I met him that I knew that kung fu was far from enough to walk the rivers and lakes, so I returned to my teacher to retreat and practice, and I got the remnant of the "Taiyin Heart Sutra" by chance; It was this person who made him realize the cruelty of the rivers and lakes for the first time; Now, it was he who saved himself...... Fan Huiyao looked at the tall back in a daze, and her heart was mixed for a while.

"In the Black Wind Village, it's also your ......'' is good. ''Why?'' ''It's a shame that someone like you died.' After a long pause, he finally said, "I have received the news that your master has been rescued." In your battle, most of the forty-eight protectors of the Black Wind Village died, and more than forty percent of the one hundred and eight owners of the village died, and now the rivers and lakes are shaking, and the Black Wind Village is searching for your traces on a large scale. He said slowly: 'What do you want to do?' 'What to do?' The corners of Fan Huiyao's lips hooked up a sneer: "If you don't take revenge, you won't be a man!" For the next three months, Jing Wuji watched quietly as the woman shone with an astonishing light.

She had only been with him for seven days, and as soon as she could act, she spread the news. Within three months, this woman continued to travel all over the world, inviting the world's heroes to join the alliance and discuss the Black Mountain Cottage together. Taking advantage of the great loss of the power of the Black Mountain Cottage, the heroes from all walks of life fell into the ground, and under the mediation of Fan Huiyao, the once prominent Black Mountain Village became a passing cloud in the palm of its hand.

He used to say to her, 'If you want, I will cut this stockade for you.' The tone was calm and clear, just like when he casually said that he would punish the thieves for her.

Fan Huiyao smiled faintly: "No need. She didn't say a word: I have already let you save me once, and if I rely on you again this time, what qualifications do I have...... Standing side by side with you?

4. Emotional rest

When the Black Wind Village collapsed, Jing Wuji was not by Fan Huiyao's side. He just sent a short note: 'The moon is bright and windy, such a good night, I can't have a good night with you, it's a pity.' He also has his own things to do, and since Fan Huiyao didn't speak, there is no need for him to run around with her every day. As for the 'young heroes' and 'confidants and friends' that she usually responds to, Jing Wuji doesn't even bother to look at them.

In the years that followed, the two went their separate ways, only occasionally getting together. Fortunately, the Demon Sect's intelligence network is extremely developed, and there are always so many times a month, and they can receive a message from each other - 'Come late and want snow, hold the stove and drink wine, this sincere life is happy!' It's a pity that you can't be with you. At the same time, a small jar of sweet and mellow pear blossom white was also sent.

'There will be less and more, and the floating life will be like this!' Last night, the cold plum blossomed in front of the window, and I chatted about sending a spring. 'If there is a dark incense floating on the letterhead, it will not disperse for a long time.

'In late spring and March, the grass grows in the south of the Yangtze River, and the new green is gratifying. However, seeing that the people were displaced, they could not bear it. I shall seek it. The handwriting is tall and steep, and the ink is dripping, and I want to see the pride in the heart of the sender.

'You Tianmen Village, the mountains are far away, and the hustle and bustle is washed away. However, there are also people who avoid Qin in such a high place, and they are fiercer than tigers in troubled times, which is a pity. Every time Feihong came and went, there were only a few words, as if he was so interested that he smeared them at will, and some things, the two of them tacitly never mentioned. However, something was secretly growing, soft and delicate, tightly enveloping the man and woman, silently......

However, what cuts through this soft and fine silk net is also a short note carried by a flying pigeon.

'The heroes are competing for the deer, and the people are difficult. The concubine wants to make the world one, so as to save Qianli from fire and water. Holding the silk tightly, Jing Wuji sighed.

Hui Yao, Hui Yao, why are you suffering. A woman, no matter how strong she is, cannot dominate the world.

When he sighed like this, he was planning the next battle with Yang Laosheng, and Fan Huiyao had already entered Li Yuan's army tent, and after a long talk, there was an extra woman named Ji Xia by Li Yuan's side.

5. This is the end of the period to press the white head

Seeing each other is like not seeing.

They are supposed to be short and long, and it happens that they can get together once in two or three months, and they don't happen to meet in a year and a half. Both of them are open-minded, and they don't feel that there is anything wrong with getting along like this, so they let it go. After Fan Huiyao joined Dayong, she ran for Li Yuanquart, won the support of powerful clans in various places, and was busy with affairs. Not only did the two never have the opportunity to see each other again, but even the correspondence gradually became estranged.

When they met again, both of them were amazed by each other's reborn temperament. Jing Wuji has become more calm and sharp, as if he has the demeanor of a generation of sect masters, but Fan Huiyao is becoming more and more noble and refined. Although both of them were deliberately restrained, sitting in the grass hut of the country tavern in cloth clothes, the others still sneaked a glance at each other.

'This country brew has a different flavor. Jing Wuji smiled and poured a bowl of turbid wine and pushed it over, "I haven't seen you for many days, Miss Fan's demeanor is still better than in the past." He poured another bowl and drank it all.

The sect master laughed. Fan Huiyao raised the wine bowl and took a sip gently, "Although the countryside is good, it is a pity that the Quartet is disturbed by soldiers and there are many rogues, maybe you and I leave the village today, and this place will be destroyed by fire tomorrow." It is the so-called prosperity, the people suffer, the death, the people suffer. 'Jing Wuji leisurely interface,' the Eastern Jin Dynasty lost its way, and the princes rose together, and it was not the power of one person to turn the tide in the troubled times. With your and my martial arts talents, we can only choose one master and help him unify the world, so as to stop fighting and save the people. Yang Laosheng is a tiger in the Central Plains, a fierce general like a cloud, and tens of thousands of elite soldiers under his command, which is the crown of the world's first soldiers. What does Miss Fan think? He stared at her steadily, and for a moment the atmosphere became tense.

Fan Huiyao lowered her eyes slightly and smiled faintly.

'On the prestige of soldiers, Yang Laosheng is naturally the most prosperous, but his people, the overlord, are also brave and famous, and it is difficult to become a great weapon. Dayong Li Yuan has the people in mind, and the government is ordered to be suppressed, if this person wins the world, he should be able to rest with the people. In this way, Miss Fan is determined to support Li Yuan. Jing Wuji sighed softly.

'Will the sect master give up on Yang Laosheng? Fan Huiyao chuckled.

With who they are today, there are some things that need not be said much. What's more, in this troubled world, between her Fengyi Gate and Dayong, between his Demon Gate and Yang Laosheng, there are thousands of threads, and how can it be broken. Seeing each other today is just a matter of exhaustion.

Jing Wuji stared at those clear eyes, and finally swallowed the words that came to his mouth. Although he knew that once he faced the enemy, his love would inevitably be cut off for several years, but how could a manly man ask her to quit? She's so proud...... It's just a shame for yourself.

Either wait until you defeat her on the battlefield and reveal your heart, or you don't have to say anything!

Li Yuan is very human, and it won't take two years to face Yang Laosheng head-on. ''When the time comes, it's just that each is his master, so why should the suzerain's master take it to heart?'' Fan Huiyao leaned over with a smile, filled another bowl for Jing Wuji, and drank it herself.

'Well said, see each other on the battlefield, and there is no hatred in life and death. I'm not open-minded enough. Drinking the liquor dry in one gulp, Jing Wuji only felt a hot and spicy smell of wine rushing to his chest and abdomen, and he suddenly became arrogant, threw the bowl casually, let out a long whistle, and went out without looking back.

He didn't look back, and he didn't dare to look back. So he didn't know how long Fan Huiyao, who was staring at his back behind him, sat in this small village shop in a daze. ……

Although each is his master, there is no hatred in life and death, but Jing Wuji, I rescued each other twice and returned for many years, can I really make a move on you?

6. Wash the autumn with ink

'Fengyi Gate Master Fan Hui Yao Taijian: Dredging and asking for a long time, when I am in the mind. Now I heard that the scenery of Huashan Sacrifice Cliff is absolutely victorious, and I hope in August, I am willing to set up a wine meeting with the master of the door, and discuss the general trend of the world.

Momen Jing Wuji is open. 'Snow-white paper, upright handwriting, just like the three or two lines of small words brought by the flying pigeon in the past. Not a single thing has changed.

In front of the people who came, the Fengyi Sect Master, who was already respected and radiant, smiled slightly, and said indifferently: "Please reply to your Sect Master, just say that Fan Huiyao will go to the appointment on time." Seeing off the messenger, Fan Huiyao turned around and entered, and when she closed the door, she felt her heart rolling, and her knees could barely support the weight of her body.

Is he coming?

He's going to do something with her?

This is a battle that will never stop fighting...... Otherwise, why did you choose such a dangerous place as the Sacrifice Cliff?

For so many years, Jing Wuji's martial arts have always been above her, and in terms of martial arts alone, she is more than lucky, not to mention, she doesn't know if she can do it. However, Fan Huiyao straightened up, no matter what, she must win! The Dayong she worked so hard for has not yet unified the Central Plains, no matter what, she must not lose!

Listening to the messenger's return, Jing Wuji could only sigh silently. They did not see each other for several years, and they did not even write a letter. The conflict between Yang Laosheng and Dayong has finally heated up, through their respective intelligence networks, Jing Wuji has been paying attention to that woman's every move from time to time, with her current status, there should be a steady stream of news sent to her desk! I don't know if she saw his news, and her eyes stayed for even a moment......

Is this another kind of 'neighborhood'? Jing Wuji sometimes thought with a wry smile. As the sect master of the Demon Gate, he led a large number of disciples to charge into battle, exchanging his blood for fame and glory; And after Fan Huiyao subdued many heroes, she relied on her peerless martial arts and unparalleled wisdom to assassinate the opponent's leading generals. On their respective battlefields, they are all writing their own legends and history.

It's a pity that neither personal bravery nor conspiracy assassination can change the direction of history, and the wheels of troubled times roll forward leisurely and inexorably. Fan Huiyao's original vision was really accurate, and under the elimination of one and the other, the strength of Dayong with a clear political system was indeed above Yang Laosheng, not to mention the great help of Wulin Baidao.

Fan Huiyao is really an amazing woman, she grew up in the grass, but she bloomed dazzling in the troubled times, and her peerless martial arts and resourcefulness were like a godsend. Jing Wuji sighed slightly, it seems that he and her are out of luck after all. After several years of fighting, the Demon Gate and the Fengyi Gate have become life and death rivals, and the disciples of both sides have taken revenge in a cycle, and the blood that cannot be erased has drawn an insurmountable gap between the two.

Jing Wuji finally issued an order for the comprehensive assassination of the famous generals of Dayong. Although Yang Laosheng is indeed inferior to Dayong in the hearts of the people, in the martial arts, they still have the strength to fight!

Assassination in exchange for assassination!

The duel between the disciples of the Demon Sect and the Fengyi Sect was extremely tragic. In just half a year, Dayong's elite generals fell by more than thirty percent, while Yang Laosheng and the Demon Gate suffered even more heavy losses. Fan Huiyao always takes action in person, and her unpredictable assassination methods are dazzling. Jing Wuji smiled bitterly at the spy report, maybe he should change to a spy leader. Right now, this guy, the assassination process presented, the rhetoric is gorgeous, the heart is moving, and every time it is a legend!

And in the past six months, with the killers of Fengyimen, the momentum of the Dayong army is like a rainbow, and Yang Laosheng has been forced to the point of no retreat.

But it is difficult to be alone in the sky, and with the Demon Gate, it can't change the overall situation.

Jing Wuji groaned, he couldn't let her go on like this any longer. The people's will is unacceptable, and the general trend is unacceptable, but as the sect master of the Demon Gate, his duty to protect the entire Demon Gate is heavily pressed on him!

Even if it can't lead the Demon Gate to glory and wealth, at least let it withdraw from the Central Plains without losing dignity and retain its vitality.

Fan Huiyao, after many years, let me see how strong you have become!

7. Write from scratch

On that day, the wind was beautiful, and the weather was so good that Jing Wuji and Fan Huiyao just wanted to sigh. The news of the battle related to the fate of the Central Plains martial arts was released early, and the Lotus Peak was densely packed with people, if it weren't for today's main master, there would be a duel, but I was afraid that the gap left would only be enough for them to jump off the cliff. Yes, who doesn't want to see the duel between Jing Wuji's generation of grandmasters and Fan Huiyao, the first strange woman in martial arts?

At noon, the two who came as promised stared at each other, their eyes met, all without saying a word.

This is destined to be the last time they will see each other. In today's battle, either Jing Wuji fell and sacrificed himself under the cliff, or Fan Huiyao's generation of red faces returned to dust forever, even if both of them were lucky enough to save their lives, one of them would leave this Central Plains martial arts forever.

Pity...... Fan Huiyao smiled bitterly and looked around, crowded with people, no matter what she said or did, she was under the gaze of a hundred and ten pairs of eyes. Even if parting is a foregone conclusion, even if we will never meet again in this life, the sky is so cruel, I don't even give them a chance to say a word quietly!

What they can talk about - all they can talk about is the general trend of the world!

In history, in August, Fan Huiyao, the master of Fengyi, and Jing Wuji, the sect leader of the Demon Gate, met in Huashan to give up their lives. Shifting, Wuji sighed and said: "It's just that we meet and hate late, today's battle, you must die and I die, if I die, you are in the Central Plains for a day, and my demon gate will not enter the Central Plains one step." 'It's too late to meet...... Is it really a late meeting?

It wasn't too late for them to meet, but he watched as opportunities slipped through his fingers.

If she had been included in her wings when she first debuted......

If Black Wind Village rescued people, he brought her back directly to the Demon Gate......

If there was a correspondence that lasted for several years, he had spoken his heart......

If......

However, if he does this, then Jing Wuji will no longer be Jing Wuji, and Fan Huiyao will no longer be Fan Huiyao.

After all, they are not ordinary men and women in the red dust, they are equipped with supreme martial arts, bear the heavy responsibilities of their respective sects, and they are in this troubled world...... Perhaps, because of his self-esteem and her arrogance, between them, it is only suitable for the left and the left to meet each other, and it is only suitable for drinking and talking and laughing.

Perhaps, it is really better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes.

'If I die, you will be in the Central Plains for a day, and my demon gate will not enter the Central Plains for a single step. 'Since you can't get it, let it go!' Happily and completely cut it off!

Fan Huiyao smiled calmly. If you are defeated by me, even if you can get away with your life, you will take the Central Plains as the boundary and never see each other?

How ruthless you are, since you want to cut off, then there is no hope left for each other.

However, I am afraid that I am the only one who will lose. Seeing that person's popularity is calm, the divine light in his eyes is not revealed, but he is afraid that he has already entered the Heavenly Dao, and his chances of winning this battle are not great......

'If you are unlucky, Hui Yao is no longer ignorant, if I die, Fengyimen will also withdraw from the rivers and lakes. She smiled.

I will remember you, regardless of victory or defeat, life or death. In this life, I will not accept a second person other than you. But...... As you wish, we will not see each other again after this battle.

Never see each other again.

Both of them drew their blades at the same time and jumped forward. This battle will be a shocking battle that is qualified to be remembered by the entire martial arts!

8. Self-swaying

The sword technique is domineering and gorgeous, and the sword moves are elegant and gorgeous. Jing Wuji and Fan Huiyao are both going all out, since this is the last battle, then don't leave yourself a little regret!

Don't you have any regrets? Jing Wuji smiled bitterly. He had already comprehended the way of heaven, and Fan Huiyao originally had no hope, but looking at that flower-like face, he couldn't be ruthless to take her life. If he kills her, he will really leave irreparable regrets in this life.

After all...... After all......

Well, after all, his purpose is to lead the Demon Gate out of the Central Plains, not to defeat the Fengyi Gate, and then compete for hegemony in the Central Plains. So, he just had to wait for a decent exit opportunity, wouldn't he?

It's just, why do you always use this style of fighting for your life, is victory really so important to you, Hui Yao? How important would you rather give your life for this glimmer of opportunity?

How could Fan Huiyao have such room for cranky thinking. Jing Wuji's sword skills are terrifying, her moves are ruthless, and her sword is fast, if she hadn't been engrossed in urging sword moves, she would have fallen under Jing Wuji's sword a long time ago. Rao is like this, the gap between the two martial arts is not easy to make up, although he is often forced to return to the knife to save himself at the last moment, Fan Huiyao still has one scar after another on his body, and the white shirt is like a little plum blossom blooming.

It's just that she is arrogant and tenacious, and at the beginning she was still seven points on the defensive and three points on offense. The sword light and sword qi were intertwined, and Fan Huiyao's heart was empty, and she only felt that she had never had such a hearty battle. No matter whether you win or lose today, you can win such a battle, and it is not in vain!

This battle is already the pinnacle of her martial arts in this life! Even if she is buried in Huashan, she has no regrets! Fan Huiyao's heart was surging with pride, and in the long whistle, the sword light flew out like a frightened rainbow, and the strange tricks were endless.

There was a soft sound, and the sword light and sword aura froze.

This divine sword actually pierced Jing Wuji's chest!

No one thought of it, not even Fan Huiyao herself, so when she saw Xue Liang's long sword inserted in Jing Wuji's chest, she was stunned.

She hurt him!

She hurt him!

At that moment, a cold, sharp pain penetrated her internal organs. The past kindness and righteousness, everything was cut off by her own hands after all.

Fan Huiyao's body moved, instinctively wanting to explain, wanting to step forward to help, wanting to stop the bleeding and heal him. Jing Wuji pulled out his long sword on his own, pointed a few acupoints with his backhand to stop the blood, and said with a smile: "The Brahman Master is good at kung fu. After today, the Lord of the Brahmana Gate will be alive for one day, and the Demon Gate will not enter the Central Plains! With that, he walked away without looking back.

Fan Huiyao stared at his gloomy but still arrogant back, restrained all the panicked and painful looks, and watched him leave indifferently. She is the master of the Fengyi Sect, the leader of the Central Plains White Dao who has just defeated the sect master of the Demon Sect, the newly born generation of grandmasters, and the number one sword in the world that everyone expects!

Therefore, she can only stand proudly on the Lotus Peak, floating like a fairy, awe-inspiring like a god!

9. Meaning

After that day, the two never saw each other again. Fan Huiyao only heard that Jing Wuji escaped into the Northern Han Dynasty with the people in the Demon Gate, and then went away to the desert alone, and achieved great sword skills in the wind and smoke outside the plug.

It is said that a few years later he became the national teacher of the Northern Han Dynasty.

It is said that his sword skills have advanced to the realm of heaven and man.

Reputedly......

It's just that he kept his promise and never stepped into the Central Plains again, but just watched quietly in the Northern Han Dynasty, watching Fengyimen go from the sun to the fiasco.

'Master, the third senior brother came to report that the master of Fengyi Sect was besieged and killed by the Shaolin Eighteen Arhat Formation and died in battle. After reading the cause and effect of the whole incident, Jing Wuji sighed gloomily.

He knew that there should be hatred churning in his chest, and in the world, there should be nothing to stop him from killing the young man named Jiang Zhe, the Southern Chu subordinate who planned to kill the master of the Fengyi Sect. But it's strange that he can't afford to have the slightest idea of avenging Fan Huiyao.

It is not because Guan is afraid of Dayong's revenge on the Northern Han Dynasty, let alone cares about his own identity.

Competing for the heir, just like competing for the world in troubled times, is exactly what he said to Fan Huiyao back then, each is his master, and there is no hatred in life and death. Killed in such a fight, where is there any hatred to speak of?

If he wants to force and kill a number of masters in the world, even if he personally shoots, he doesn't dare to expect victory, and he is such a weak and sickly young man. How rare.

Such a person should be defeated with wisdom and dignity, and how can he be humiliated by conspiracy to assassinate?

Until he met Jiang Zhedaozuo, he saw him coming barefoot in a green shirt, talking eloquently in front of him, free and uninhibited, such a graceful and graceful, which is rare in the world. Jing Wuji sighed secretly, Hui Yao, Hui Yao, if you die in the hands of such a person, you will not live up to your reputation.

After many years of obsession, he finally let go, and he knew that from now on, the name Fan Huiyao would never stir up a trace of bitterness and sadness in his heart.

Looking up at the sky, the sky is high and the clouds are light.

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After reading the outer part written by Miss Garland, I feel very embarrassed, although I left a lot of unfinished meaning in the military division, but I really don't have the energy to write the outer chapter, in fact, my work and study tasks this year are very heavy, I feel that Miss Garland has grasped the essence of the military division, even if I write it myself, I'm afraid it won't be better, although I still feel that the end is a little hasty, when I first wrote the military division, I left a foreshadowing, although it was just a thought, but it was captured by Miss Garland, Although there may not be love between Jing Wuji and Fan Huiyao in the original setting, after reading this article, I feel that there seems to be no second possibility, hehe, so I solemnly recommend Miss Garland's "Qing Fan Song".