What puzzled me was that when Fu Jian took the sword from me, he was not as ecstatic as I imagined, on the contrary, a touch of melancholy hit the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

"I heard that this sword has always been in his hand, right?"

"Him?"

"Fenghuang'er, Murong Chong!"

"Yes. I stole it from him, and I thought he would hate me in a moment. ”

"You betrayed him."

"It's not about betrayal, I'm just protecting him in another way, I'm ...... I don't want him to be emperor. I can't tell you where I got to him, so don't you ask me? ”

"Okay, I don't have to ask about this, but why don't you want him to be the emperor?"

I was silent for a moment: Of course I can't tell you, I have traveled through the future, I know the development of history, and the result of his becoming emperor is death!

"The Murong clan is crazy and bloodthirsty, cruel and easy to kill, if he is made the emperor, wouldn't the people of the world have a good life! And you are different, you love the people like a son, work hard, once unified the north, so that the people are free from the suffering of displacement and war, so you, the emperor, must be the destiny of heaven. ”

Fu Jian smiled silently after hearing this, and his smile had a hint of elusiveness: "Miss Fluttershy, I always thought you were quick to talk, but I didn't expect that for the sake of Feng Huang'er, there were times when you said something wrong, but this compliment is very useful!" There is a sentence that you are very right, Feng Huang'er will become crazy and bloodthirsty, but it is thanks to the widow. ”

He didn't look at me again, but looked at the plane tree in the verandah outside the hall: "The widow has planted a wide range of plane trees over the years, just hoping that the widow's Phoenix Emperor will be able to fly back one day, you know, right?" The phoenix, a proud sacred bird, has always been 'neither bamboo nor food, not sycamore'. ”

I didn't know how to answer for a while.

Fu Jian said: "The world praises the widow 'political honor, elegance and prosperity, Min Su gentleness, benevolence, life is bright and frank, the only stain is flawed, and it is not good in the end', those nursery rhymes that are heard on the street are true, and the relationship between me and Feng Huang'er must have heard of it!" ”

I had no choice but to nod, I never thought that Murong Chong would be able to say so frankly about what he thought was a lifelong shame.

"The widow never takes this as a stain, and the only thing he regrets is that he should not be forced to do so, he has such a strong character...... I am not afraid of your jokes, although the widow has three thousand beauties in the harem, only Feng Huang'er is the love of his life, he was just twelve years old at that time, he was led into the palace as a prisoner of war, a white dress is still not enough for his white complexion, the delicate and soft eyebrows are better than his sister Princess Qinghe, the young man is as moist as jade, the deer-like Jiaojie, the jade rabbit-like arrogance, a pair of eyes are always full of tears, pure and innocent, looking at you is even more pitiful, the curly and thick eyelashes will cast a thick shadow on the white cheeks, Flickering and painful. The widow has read countless people, how have he ever seen such a male and female indisputable and shocking beauty, originally he just entered the palace, he didn't know anything, the widow treated him kindly, he regarded me as a brother and a father, and it was my brother like a father who finally in a stormy night, I couldn't hold back the burning love in my heart, and finally forcibly took possession of him, I will never forget his heart-rending screams, and tears to look at me in despair and resentful eyes, In the end, all that remained was the feeble hammering and biting and the unsympathetic ravages of the widows......

Fu Jian sneered: "Look at your girl, she is smart and clever, she doesn't know what to do, you are bent on accompanying this mother-in-law to death, then don't blame me for waiting for the hot hand to destroy the flowers." As he spoke, he pulled out a thin soft sword from his waist, and the sword still had hook teeth on its head, and Lan Huang thought it was quenched with poison.

I was afraid when I looked at it, and the pride and ambition just now were swept away, and I said weakly: "Wait! How can you start fighting as soon as you meet. All grievances should have a reason! ”

Fu Jian was not in a hurry, and pointed at Murong Chong and said, "This mother-in-law took away the soul summoning banner that I sent twenty years ago. ”

I said, "The so-called 'borrow and repay, it's not difficult to borrow again', let her pay you back." Why bother? ”

Murong Chong didn't care, and simply cocked Erlang's legs: "That kind of tattered, my aunt and grandmother don't know whether to change the wine and drink it, or throw it away." What kind of spirit flag, even mosquitoes can't attract one, it's a waste of my scheming. ”

Fu Jian saw that the other party was unrepentant, and he was robbed by her, and his anger was even worse: "The soul conjuring banner I sent is one of the ten magic weapons left in the world when Daode Tianzun attained the Tao, but anyone whose body is well preserved and who has died for no more than seven days can be saved. Even if your dead ghost husband is still alive, he has been dead for more than ten years, how can you save him alive? ”

Murong Chongxiu raised his eyebrows, and threw the wine glass in his hand towards the other party, fast and accurate, Fu Jian had to react for a while, only had time to be slightly sideways, and the wine glass was in the middle of the forehead, and it was suddenly dripping with blood.

Fu Jian silently wiped away the blood from the corner of his forehead, but he didn't make a fuss, just stared at the two of them. Naturally, I can't guess what he's thinking, and it's all the more worrying that he doesn't say or act.

However, the young man next to Fu Jian was unbearable to be humiliated by the leader, and the two Bu Yi Gong angrily came out of the sheath, making a "open" word, and greeted Murong Chong with his head clamped between his head, Murong Chong's mouth was slightly raised, and he threw out a wine glass calmly, impartially leaning on the right wrist of the young man, his wrist deviated to the right under the pain, and the Bu Yi Gong in his hand was handed to his leader's face, this time it was unexpected, where did Fu Jian react again, only to bow down his body, Bu Yi Gong just swept his hair bun, unkempt hair flew around, embarrassed.

"Boss, I—I didn't mean to." The boy was also embarrassed.

Even if he forbears as much as Fu Jian, the repeated humiliation also makes him angry, he suddenly rose up, a long sword danced like a white snake, the cold light between the sword qi wandering was compelling, and he attacked Murong Chong fiercely and quickly, at the same time, the eight disciples beside him also showed their weapons, and they were all in trouble, I saw this situation, I screamed in shock, and instinctively dragged Murong Chong back, but Murong Chong shook off her hand, did not retreat but advanced, jumped lightly in the air, slashed horizontally with his right arm, as if swinging a sword, and his body gracefully reversed a half-arc in the air, There was an invisible air flow burst out from between her index finger and middle finger, and the momentum was surging towards the other party, and the weapons of the eight disciples were broken by this air pressure, and the people also popped out, only Fu Jian's internal force was stronger, although he was also forced by the air pressure, the weapon was not broken, and the person also stood firmly on the ground, but his face was full of horror, probably he estimated that Murong Chong's swordsmanship cultivation was at the peak, but he didn't expect to reach this realm.

I've only seen swordsmanship masters from Xianxia novels, and when they reach a certain level of cultivation, they can use qi to control the sword, and even more so, they can use qi to transform the sword. Seeing that Murong Chong's methods were so clever, he didn't worry about her anymore, so he sat down with a kind of courage and a smile at the storm.

I don't know if it was because I used too much force just now or what, Murong Chong's face turned pale after he stood still, and finally sat down on the chair, coughing nonstop. Fu Jian seemed to see the clue, smiled cruelly, and said, "It seems that our forbearance in the past month has not been in vain. And voila! Yu Nuxia's move just now 'swept away thousands of armies', using the vaporized sword to break the eight wildernesses with one finger, is really the essence of today's swordsmanship, wonderful! Pretty! But......" he turned his gaze to Murong Chong's back that was heaving violently because of the cough, "but you have been indulging in alcohol for days, I'm afraid that that body has already been exhausted!" What about the generation of Sword Immortals? It's not like a mess yet. Although he said this, he was not sure if Murong Chong was really exhausted, so he took a step back and made a gesture behind him: "Xiao Tie, how did this girl humiliate your head just now, but you saw it?" ”

Behind him, a short young man stepped forward and bowed, but remained silent.

Fu Jian then said: "As the so-called way of the other is to give back to the other, you can greet her with your ten-step red practice needle!" Let me see if you've improved? ”

I don't know where I got the courage, so I struggled to block in front of Murong Chong, pointed at Fu Jian's nose and scolded: "You are the head of a faction, in the end, you still have no shame, so deal with an unrestrained chicken...... No, what kind of hero is an unarmed woman, not to mention that when people are weak, there should be a war letter in advance, everyone agrees on a good time and place, and fight happily without losing the demeanor of a famous family! ”

Fu Jian said: "Little girl, what do you know, I came to her for revenge, not a competition in the rivers and lakes, what kind of war book, and what kind of hero and hero?" Although his tone was heavy, when he spoke to me, there was a bit of tenderness in his eyes.

Murong Chong pushed me far away: "You don't understand, I have a big tie with him, and he won't let me go easily." ”

At this time, Xiao Tie suddenly became difficult, his palms came out, and two dense red silver needles rushed towards Murong, only to see her jump up, gently and skillfully fall on the table, and then flip with her palms, spinning and moving under her feet, as if she was dancing, her posture was extremely beautiful, and she collected dozens of silver needles in her palms in a moment. Seeing this, Xiao Tie took two steps back, and once again pulled out dozens of poisonous needles from the needle bag and launched them with enough real power, Murong Chong didn't have the strength to collect them, so he could only use all the real power to shoot back the poisonous needles, and wanted to use the palm wind to shake back the poisonous needles, but she was very weak at the moment, although the palm wind shook back most of the poisonous needles, there were still two slightly thick poisonous needles whistling with a strong wind, buzzing sound.

I screamed, and my body involuntarily pounced in front of Murong Chong, in fact, she didn't know why she did this, but she felt that this Murong Chong was like her only relative in this era, even if she didn't care about her own life, she had to protect her.

"Yes...... Can you stop saying it again? "I have to say that Fu Jian's description of the picture is too strong, causing me extreme discomfort, and finally understand why Murong Chong hates men so much, having this experience, I am afraid that he will be disgusting to all men except himself, no, he may even be disgusting to himself.

Sheng Huai

"No, Miss Fluttershy, please listen, these words have been held in the widow's heart for more than ten years, and it is difficult to be depressed, and today someone can finally listen to the widow's heartfelt complaints, please do it."

I just nodded and listened as much as I could.