After half an hour of practicing and night shadow exercises, he assisted Feng Xuanyu to smoothly stabilize his internal strength, make up for his weakness, and heal his sword wounds.

The three of them slowly held their breath to collect their breath, and Night Shadow wiped the beads of sweat on Feng Xuanyu's forehead, and checked the wound, and was surprised to find that although the wound had healed, it was not completely healed, what kind of sword could be so powerful? If you use the internal force to heal the wound with the prince's internal strength, although it will take some internal force, it will not be so laborious? The wound did not heal at all. Could it be because of the loss of true qi?

Night Shadow didn't know that Naraku had helped Su Li to return his true qi to Feng Xuanyu's body, and he wouldn't have thought that the sword of the cold Wind Xuanyu turned out to be a non-entropy sword? And the person who holds the non-entropy sword and puts Feng Xuanyu almost deadly will be Su Liruo?

And Zhi Jian has been in the dark about all this, but he is also strange that Feng Xuanyu's wound has not been able to heal after being treated with internal force? "Who caused the sword wound of the owner? Can someone in the rivers and lakes hurt the owner? And this sword is so strange that it can't heal the wound with the owner's internal strength? ”

Feng Xuanyu kept a calm face, glanced at Zhi Jian, got off the bed, and said nothing.

Night Shadow winked at Zhi Jian, and after Zhi Jian, he realized that he was not the owner of the village who met the martial arts master on the Qiankun list? With the arrogance of the owner, being hurt by the other party is definitely not a glorious thing, so I naturally don't want to mention it! Zhi Jian patted the back of his head, and was secretly annoyed in his heart: he was really uninteresting and violated the taboo of the owner.

"The prince's wounds have not healed yet, and he still needs to rest." Nightshade stepped forward to support Feng Xuanyu.

At this time, Xiao Wei knocked at the door: "Lord Wang, King Ling has arrived!"

"Let him in!" Feng Xuanyu's face was unusually solemn, and he said, "You all go out." ”

Both of them were stunned, looked at each other for a moment, and had to withdraw.

Outside the door, Feng Xuanjing, who had just returned to the house, hurried over again, he bowed slightly at them, his eyes were quite meaningful, and he went straight in.

Night Shadow's arm was pulled by Xiao Wei, and she asked in a low voice, "Why hasn't my sister come back yet?"

Zhi Jian glanced meaningfully at the night shadow, seemed to understand something, grinned at the corner of his mouth, and turned to leave.

Night Shadow chuckled in her heart: she didn't know that Miss Su had been kidnapped! After thinking about it again and again, he had to say insincerely: "Oh, Miss Su still has something to do with Concubine Ling, and it may be delayed for some time."

"What could be more important than the prince? My sister has been worried about the prince, so she should come back quickly! Xiao Wei was puzzled and puzzled.

Night Shadow had to prevaricate, saying that Miss Su had known that the prince was awake and was in good health, because Concubine Ling was in a hurry, so she kept her to help in Wutong Palace.

Xiao Wei stared at the night shadow in disbelief, but she couldn't think of any reason, so she had to nod and retreat, and when she left, she muttered in a low voice: "I let the kitchen boil some fresh food, thinking that my sister will come back and give the prince some to drink..."

Night Shadow looked at her back and sighed helplessly: What if she knew that Miss Su had been robbed and her whereabouts were unknown so far, wouldn't she make a fuss? Alas! More is better than less, so I can only hide it from her first.

Feng Xuanjing entered the door, only to see Feng Xuanyu standing in front of the window, his back depressed.

"Seventh brother!" Feng Xuanjing was stunned, thinking that he was unconscious last night, seriously injured, how could he get out of bed just now?

Feng Xuanyu turned around slowly, his face was slightly tired, but gloomy and cold. "Third brother should know what I called you for?"

"Because of Qingyi?" Feng Xuanjing's eyes paused slightly, and he muttered, "You say!"

"The mother concubine summoned Ruo'er into the palace, and was robbed when she came back!" Feng Xuanyu looked at him coldly.

"What?" Feng Xuanjing was startled, stared in disbelief, and after a while, he muttered, "Who do you suspect now?"

"I have always respected the people around the third brother. But..."Feng Xuanyu's gaze cooled to the extreme: "Hurt Ruo'er, who... I won't let it go! ”

Feng Xuanjing stared at the strong anger in his eyes, gloomy and chilling, just like the appearance of him when he had just returned, eerie and terrifying, with bloodthirsty tyranny.

"Could it be..."Feng Xuanjing's voice trembled slightly: "You suspect the concubine?"

"I know that the third brother is carefree by nature and pays attention to affection." Feng Xuanyu stared at him, but his words were cold: "Your life has been wronged by three women, because of your mother, you gave up the human tourists who yearn for freedom, and the steps of imprisonment are just to win her peace of mind." Because the crown princess cherishes Yao, you are indifferent to the prosperity and the dust, and you waste a heart just to keep her happiness. In the end, for the sake of confidante, he did not hesitate to destroy the brotherly relationship..."

Feng Xuanjing was shocked, and his eyes suddenly gathered a strong murderous aura, like a fierce beast that has found its prey, attacking and tearing its prey ferociously at any time.

"You're finally getting your hands dirty?" Feng Xuanjing sighed.

"There are three women in your heart to worry about, and I..." Feng Xuanyu turned around lonely, leaving him with a sad back. Only Ruo'er! ”

Feng Xuanjing looked at his back in a daze, maybe in this life, he could tie up, suppress his anger, and make him glow with a gentle heart, I'm afraid there is only Su Liruo!

"The person who hurt you is Miss Su, right?" Feng Xuanjing suddenly thought of something and couldn't help asking.

Sure enough, Feng Xuanyu's back shook, his back stiffened, and his sadness became more and more intense.

Feng Xuanjing smiled helplessly, "Since ancient times, there have been lovers in the world, but I didn't expect that with the skills of the seventh brother, I still can't avoid deep love!" After that, he turned around heavily, came to the door, and said quietly: "If you can't succeed in killing, can you show mercy?" Give me a thin noodle! ”

Feng Xuanyu stood in front of the window, staring at the light and looking sad.

The indifference built up for more than ten years broke the embankment with sadness in an instant because of her! The heart has become soft and unbearable, full of longing like sickness.

Feng Xuanjing walked out of Moxuanju and walked on the bustling imperial capital long street.

The bustling long street of the imperial capital actually makes people feel a kind of desolation of the lonely world, and Feng Xuanjing at this time has this feeling.

The head of the person moved in front of him, he moved in a trance, and suddenly a handsome face caught his eyes, Feng Xuanjing's heart was stunned, and he went to capture it again, but it was gone. He smiled wryly, a tingling pain in his heart, and he lowered his eyes and drifted away.

At the corner of the shop behind him, Qingyi, who was dressed in pink, stared at his back as he gradually faded away, until she disappeared, she was still standing, her eyes were melodious, floating towards the scene under the moonlight that night...

Qingyi holds the sword and flies lightly, and the sword light and human figure are integrated, like the falling leaves fluttering in the wind, like the brilliance of the moon left into the mortal dust, which attracts people to dream.

Feng Xuanjing stroked the piano and played the strings, plucking the flowing clouds, and the elegance of warmth and jade penetrated into the heart.

The song stopped, the dance stopped, she smiled at him coquettishly, and he suddenly dreamed.

Maybe only when he stroked her and danced the sword, he could see her completely different from usual, delicate and graceful, and charming.

Qingyi approached him, lightly opened his lips, and invited him to have a drink in a soft voice.

After three rounds of drinking, her cheeks turned slightly crimson, making her more charming and moving. His misty eyes fell into dementia, and he forgot the hand holding the pot and pouring the wine, and unconsciously overflowed the cup and flowed on the stone table.

Qing Yi smiled, picked up the wine glass and said, "Lord, Qing Yi will toast you another glass, don't live tonight!"

Feng Xuanjing was startled, and suddenly came back to his senses, only to realize that the wine had overflowed the cup and flowed to the table.

"Thank you for seeing Qingyi as a confidant and giving Qingyi the warmest time, but... Qingyi is destined to live up to the prince's heart. Qingyi drank it all and gently put down the empty cup.

"If you play away after all, why thank you? You and I, who are so inverted, are so angry! Feng Xuanjing raised the overflowing wine glass, frowned slightly and drank it slowly, as if this glass of wine was unspeakably miserable for him, difficult to swallow, and the leisurely leisure of Fang Cai no longer existed.

Qingyi slowly got up and walked around the railing, her back in the moonlight even more colorful.

She went around in a circle, and finally returned to him, muttering to herself: "If I hadn't met him first, Qingyi would definitely stay for the prince, but unfortunately, my heart was lost, how could I be the prince?"

Feng Xuanjing's hand holding the cup was in a trance, and he put it down in a panic, looking at her sideways, for a long time, and said in a hoarse voice: "He..."

"Yes, that's him! The prince was right! Qingyi's voice was crisp and firm, as if he could not tolerate the slightest doubt.

Feng Xuanjing was caught off guard by the pain, and her eyes froze on her face.

"After tonight, it's good for the prince to forget Qingyi, so as not to have resentment and hate Qingyi in the future!" She slowly reached out and gently took his palm, slowly stroking it over the palm. Just as he was about to shake her hand, her soft fingers slid out of his palm, and he quickly retracted his hands.

Feng Xuanjing lowered her eyes and lowered her palm, as if there was still a trace of her residual warmth, and when he looked up, she had already floated into the faint moonlight and disappeared into the night.

For a long time, he didn't come back to his senses, his dull eyes were just to imprint her in a pink dress to make her glamorous, and when he came back to his senses, he drank the wine alone.

The noise on the street pulled Qingyi's thoughts back, and more than a dozen black-clothed people around her, holding swords in their hands, caused pedestrians on the street to avoid them in panic.

The corners of Qingyi's mouth hooked up a trace of deep meaning, holding her arms with both hands, looking ruffian, her eyes swept over the man in black, and looked at the opposite roof.

In an instant, a figure leaped down and floated in front of her.

"Lord Wang, don't come unharmed!" Qing Yi smiled pleasantly.

Feng Xuanyu squinted, his cold gaze was extremely terrifying.

Qingyi's heart trembled, it was really as fierce and terrifying as a beast! She stabilized her heart palpitations, and still smiled brightly, "I heard that the prince was seriously injured and fell unconscious, but I didn't expect to be able to walk like a fly in a blink of an eye, it can be seen that the prince has recovered, so it seems that it is a pity for a dose of medicine in Qingyi's hand!" ”

Behind Feng Xuanyu, they jumped down the night shadow and the stop practice, they received a report from the spies, and the Qingyi girl, a guest of King Ling's house, appeared on the long street, and as Feng Xuanyu left suddenly, they seemed to understand something, and hurriedly chased out.

Feng Xuanyu waved his palm, and the man in black withdrew a zhang away, and the night shadow and Zhi Jian looked at each other and stepped back.

Feng Xuanyu exuded a cold and ice-like aura and walked forward, his cold gaze like a bloodthirsty evil sword, revealing a ferocious and tyrannical viciousness. With each step he took, he took a step back, and finally his back was against the corner of the store, and a chill surged up from the soles of his feet, although the summer sun was clear, he still couldn't resist the cold surging in his heart.

Qing Yi squeezed out a stiff tone with difficulty: "If the prince doesn't need this elixir, Qing Yi will be ruined, so why bother to make a big move?"

Feng Xuanyu shook her sleeves, clasped Qingyi's throat with two fingers, and with a little force, her face twitched, almost suffocating.

Qingyi didn't struggle, gasping for breath, gritting her teeth and intermittently: "Lord Wang... Regardless of, regardless of... King Ling's... Face, is it... Don't... uh..."

Feng Xuanyu's indifferent face was still extremely gloomy, and even when Feng Xuanjing was mentioned, he was unmoved.

Qingyi secretly scolded in her heart: The damn Feng Xuanyu is extremely cold-blooded, and now, she can't care about pretending to be calm, she breathes hard, and almost shouts: "Could it be... I'm not afraid... I'm not afraid of hurting Ruo'er... Heart? ”

Qingyi, who had a golden star in her eyes, only felt that her throat was loosened, and a fresh breath flowed freely, she gasped, bent her body, and covered her chest to let herself breathe.

Feng Xuanyu slowly let go of his fingers, and finally spoke, his voice was still indifferent and warm: "Where is Ruo'er?"

Qingyi slowly straightened her body, her face was extremely ugly, she calmed her tone, but she couldn't suppress a slight tremble: "The prince still remembers the lay disciples of Guangling Temple at the martial arts conference... Huiqing? ”

Feng Xuanyu's eyes sank, and he seemed to be impatient.

"She won the disciples of Hanyin Nunnery, just to get a glance from the owner of Yueyi." Qingyi fell into memory like a demon, not noticing that his face was black.

"Of course, what if she wins the tournament? How could he fall into the eyes of the arrogant and uninhibited and powerful Yueyi owner? But..."Qingyi smiled suddenly: "Because of him, she tried her best to get rid of the man's costume and restore the daughter's disguise, she collected all his preferences and inquired about his whereabouts. However... But he wasted all her thoughts, ignored her affection, and went in and out with her sister, inseparable..."

Feng Xuanyu unfolded Tie Chuan Yin against Qingyi's throat, his face cold and deep.

Qing Yi choked on her words and smiled miserably: "You are really ruthless, you can kill a person who is infatuated with you!" Of course, if you're as cold-blooded as you are, why not? But... Ruo'er will be sad because... I am her only relative in this world! ”

Feng Xuanyu held Tie Chuan Yin's hand for a slight pause, and finally put away Tie Chuan Yin, and said coldly: "You better make sure that Ruo'er is safe and sound, otherwise, I will make your life worse than death!"

"Haha..."Qing Yi laughed wildly, so presumptuous that he wanted to rush forward to teach a lesson, but was stopped by Night Shadow several times.

Her laughter was crazy and crisp, but she laughed out of tears, and it took a long time to suppress her laughter and mock: "Owner, you are finished, you are actually in love, and you are willing to endure my several provocations for a woman, it can be seen that the king of Yi is just an ordinary man, not as brave and invincible as the outside world says!"

Feng Xuanyu's face was expressionless, but his gaze was as sharp as a sword, shooting out a deadly cold light.

Qingyi met his gaze with tears, as if she was not afraid of his coldness, but in fact, only she knew that her heart was trembling and about to collapse, and in the face of the indifferent Feng Xuanyu, she could only fight with his aura.

"What's so difficult for the owner to see Ruo'er? It's just that... Ruo'er may not want to see the king of Yi! Qing Yi smiled seductively, slightly curled the corners of his mouth, and spoke softly, but it was like a sharper blade piercing Feng Xuanyu's heart, stirring his flesh and blood blurred.

Feng Xuanyu frowned, his body froze slightly, and the sword wound in his heart ached faintly, as if tearing his five organs and six intestines. Su Liruo's desperate and resentful face appeared in front of him, and his poignant eyes crossed his heart, and finally ripped open his wounds, and blood gushed out.

His eyes fell into a daze, the anger on his face faded, and in an instant, his heart was desolate and hopeless: she hated him so much! How determined was that sword to pierce him in the chest? Strike him a fatal blow!

Ruo'er... Ruo'er! His heart shouted wildly, she was so pure as water, kind and kind, smiling, quiet and gentle. But a sword pierced into his heart, which loved her, doted on her, and cared for her, and was broken and bloody. She's so ruthless! How could she be willing to do it?

Feng Xuanyu staggered back and turned around indifferently, leaving Qing Yi with a cold back.

Nightshade and Zhijian don't know what the two talked about? But seeing Feng Xuanyu's sad face, they were all taken aback and jumped forward. Unexpectedly, Feng Xuanyu waved his palm and said in a low voice: "Let her go!"

The two looked at each other, and finally took a few steps back and let them go.

Qing Yi stared at his back, unable to guess his thoughts at the moment, and after a while, he turned around and flew away.