Holding the twin swords in his hands, the phantom strode on the wind and the meteor suddenly killed in front of Zhen Qu.

Before the real fun could touch the strings, there was already a brilliant sword on the delicate neck. She was startled, didn't dare to move, looked at the person in front of her dumbfounded, and said in a trembling voice: "Sword, Sword Venerable!" ”

Under the whole world, the only Sword Venerable Nirvana has been reborn?!

The spiritual cultivator was also surprised, but the familiar back in front of him was clearly the first departure. Forgetting her hatred for a moment, she ran towards him with red eyes. However, when he fished out his back, he was hollowed out, and the phantom collapsed when he touched it.

Zhenqu found that the other party was just a false shot, and immediately came back to his senses. She pursed the corners of her lips, smiled coldly, her eyes were full of bright murderous intent, and her hands were unceremoniously resting on the Baoqin, and she was about to launch the final blow when the cultivator lost his soul-

- "Enough. ”

The onion-like fingers fell into the air.

I don't know when, Gongsun Changqin was already standing by her side and quietly confiscated the Baoqin in her arms.

Xiu Ling was still immersed in the grief of disillusionment, and was suddenly dazzled by Xia Zun's colorful clothes, she saw that he seemed to be a different person, his expression was cold, and in the depths of his fierce eyes, there were two fireworks moving.

Gongsun Changqin glanced at the real interest, and the original Qingyue's voice suddenly changed, like a thousand feet in a cold pool, "Since you don't cherish the treasure qin given to you by the deity, then, don't use it!" ”

Zhenqu suddenly froze in place, and shouted "Xia Zun" in disbelief.

The cultivator was also inexplicably nervous, and subconsciously took a small step back. Immediately, I felt a palm against her vest, and there was a slight warmth. Looking back, Yu Guang swept over to Gongsun Changqin and whispered, "Don't hide from me." ”

Immediately, a raging fire ignited with both of his hands, and in an instant, the intimate baoqin on the bed was wiped out.

Seeing that Baoqin was burned, Zhenqu immediately burst into tears. However, Gongsun Changqin didn't seem to bother to look at her, he still stared at the cultivation rule, and said to her: "You don't seem to like the work of the deity, and if you don't like it, you will destroy it." ”

Seeing that Xia Zun actually treated a "man" differently, he was angry in his heart, and gritted his teeth with his hands and whispered: "Xia Zun dares to destroy the qin, you should know that destroying this qin is ruining the oath with my father." ”

Unexpectedly, Gongsun Changqin didn't raise his eyelids, just raised his eyebrows, and said slowly: "What about breaking the contract?" It's just a southwest. Then he said coldly in a commanding tone: "Still not apologize? ”

As he spoke, the daylight gradually faded, dark clouds shrouded the Golden Temple, the sky changed, and the wind and rain were coming, as if reflecting Xia Zun's emotions.

Seeing this, the really interesting Jiaoyan suddenly turned pale as paper, although she was unwilling to do so in her heart, she still straightened her clothes, and slowly walked towards Xiu Ling Ze and Song Qinghuan, bowed greatly and apologized.

The cultivator turned away, "You have destroyed what is most dear to me, and you have destroyed what you love the most. I'm sorry, but what's the use? ”

Walking by Gongsun Changqin's side, I didn't look at him, I only heard him sigh, I don't know why.

***

Before the palace test was over, a person slowly walked out of the queue at the inner door. Although she is also wearing a glowing gown, it is shallow and faint, like a clear lotus on the bank of the sunset river in the south of the Yangtze River, and the brilliance on her body is just the afterglow that shines on her, modifying her nobility.

Xiu Ling knew that this woman was Su Qianqian, who had a relationship with her in Feilaiyi. She bowed unhurriedly to the two and said, "Master ordered me to take you back to heal first." As he spoke, he stepped forward to support Song Qinghuan together.

When he was being helped, Song Qinghuan felt an indescribable sense of intimacy, and couldn't help but ask about Su Qianqian's birthday. Fang knew that she was seventeen years old, and her ancestors were friends with Xia Cen Yang, who was implicated in a coup d'état and was fostered under Luoxia to learn art.

Talking about the drunken Huayin, Su Qianqian also felt strange. She loves to clean, and she cleans the outside of her garden regularly, and she didn't notice the wine jar last night. Moreover, the Poetry Garden is extremely secluded, and if it is not for the actions of a person who cultivates to be profound, he will definitely be able to detect movement.

When they arrived at Zhufangyuan, Su Qianqian successively scrubbed the wounds of the two of them, dressed them with medicine, and saw that they were all fine for the time being, so they said goodbye and left.

Song Qinghuan was stunned for a moment when she saw her leaving, and only muttered: "It's really strange, it's obviously the first time I've seen her, how can I always feel like I've known her for a long time?" ”

***

Xiu Ling sent Su Qianqian back to the house, and saw that the princess was sending lamps and her face was pale.

After lighting the lamp, Song Qinghuan went to bed and sat down first, and sighed: "Today, you and I can be regarded as living and dying together, you come up, I have something to say to you." With that, he pulled her onto the bed, and the two sat opposite each other.

The candle flame on the side of the desk danced, reflecting the four eyebrows and eyes flickering.

Song Qinghuan frowned, lowered his voice and asked first, "What do you think of Miss Su?" Can you be my imperial sister-in-law? He also said cautiously: "This matter only tells you, this time I came to Luoxia to listen to the school in the name of the righteous daughter of the country, in fact, I chose the princess for the imperial brother." ”

Xiu Ling pondered: "The matter of choosing a concubine is very important. Although some people say that they are red and bad, but in all dynasties, often a woman can pry the world. Presumably, the person chosen by the princess is a person whom His Royal Highness the King of Shang has long valued. ”

saw that Song Qinghuan just shook his head, "Not really, speaking of which, I just think that Luo Fangrui is a little weird."

You think, there are still wine sticks in the ordinary wine jar, but the extremely valuable drunken Huayin is not decorated, and it falls at the door of Shangshiyuan, which must be a false accusation. Moreover, the real fun and troubles are all due to drunken flowers, why did Luo Fangrui just watch from the sidelines and let her provoke? ”

and simply said: "According to Luoxia's competition system for selecting concubines, as long as you secretly help Liu Dongli and Su Qianqian to get the final selection, the position of the princess [Yan 1] has its own belonging." ”

After a while, Xiu Ling replied: "But her temperament doesn't seem to be suitable for staying in the palace." Moreover, everyone in the Qinmen said that Miss Su loved Xiazun. If the princess wants me to help, she must first convince her. ”

The sun is thin, and the candle flame is swaying.

The two were relatively silent for a while, just looking out the window, admiring the dazzling colors of the most beautiful time.

"Xia Zun has an uncertain temperament, looking for him as a destination, but he may not be able to get the heart when he gets people. And marrying into the palace, even if you don't get the heart in the end, you can get power and honor. Besides, how many people in the world are truly in love? ”

Outside the window, there is a faint reflection of the tail note of the glow, just like Song Qinghuan's timbre, although the warmth is fading, it is not cold, but full of helplessness.

Even though there are ten worlds, which one is different?

The spiritualists did not answer.

***

The night was dark and the night was long.

The plucking sound of the seven-stringed piano slowly floated out from Zhufangyuan. The cycle repeatedly, and the same song "Lingxi Yin" was played.

The quiet and ethereal timbre was played for some reason, and the spiritual cultivation fell into a dream.

She opened her eyes in a daze, and in the light of the fire that was about to be extinguished, she saw the song of the wind standing beside the desk.

I don't know if I was dreaming, Xiu Ling rubbed his eyes, and subconsciously shouted: "Cai Yan......"

The wind sang and stood with his hands in his hands, his expression stiffened, and he was speechless.

The cultivator tentatively stretched out his hand and grabbed the corner of his clothes, tangible and tangible, not an illusion.

She suddenly woke up, and her body trembled unconsciously: "Is it because of "Lingxi Yin"? As long as you play "Lingxi Yin", you can summon Master and ...... Master? ”

Feng Duge didn't speak, just looked at her, raised his hand, hesitated for a moment, and finally landed on her shoulder.

A warmth spread throughout the body, like a warm spring breeze gently patting. That's right, that's his unique temperature, his taste.

Xiu Ling couldn't help but stand up, "Master, I was wrong, I shouldn't have said goodbye...... the more she spoke, the lower her voice became, and her head was buried deeper. However, she wanted to see him more than guilt, to see if he was okay.

The four eyes are facing each other, the wind is singing, the eyes move slightly, and the thick and deep eyelashes dance with the candle, like fluttering butterflies. He clenched his hands tightly and stopped talking.

Xiu Ling stretched out his hand and tried to get him, but it was in vain.

The song of the wind turned into a cloud of phantom and suddenly disappeared.