Looking at the woman in front of him who was like a fairy incarnation, a trace of remembrance crossed in Wang Chongyang's round eyes.

Once, the woman in front of him was at his fingertips, and as long as he was willing, he could become the best fairy couple with her at any time.

It's a pity that, as Sanssouci once said, Lin Chaoying's love is too easy for him Wang Chongyang to get.

It's so simple that he can hold it in his hand whenever he wants.

Because of this, he was unwilling, just because he decided in his heart that she was his. But now, when she left, he realized that no one would wait for him stupidly for a lifetime!

Lin Chaoying's expression was awe-inspiring, his eyes fell on Wang Chongyang's body, and he said word by word: "Wang Chongyang, everything between you and me has passed, from now on, that past will pass away with the wind, I am going back to my husband now, and there will be a period later." ”

Before the words fell, the beautiful woman in front of Wang Chongyang turned into a curling fragrance and disappeared in front of his eyes.

Looking at the other party leaving, Wang Chongyang weakly stretched out a slender palm, as if he wanted to grab it, but in the end he just grabbed a handful of breeze.

Swish!

Under the silent and deep night, the night wind blew, blowing Wang Chongyang's thin robe. At this moment, this Chongyang real person is extremely helpless.

Creak!

In the inn, a crisp sound sounded in my ears. Zhu Hefeng, who was lying on the bed, raised his head and saw Fang returning in a curling trace.

Between the rotation of the wonderful eyes, a trace of melancholy slowly dissipated, and on the slender jade body, the past that had been firmly pressed had completely disappeared.

Zhu Hefeng got up from the bed in a flash, came to Lin Chaoying's eyes, his eyes rolled, and he asked brightly: "Chaoying, is it all solved?" ”

Lin Chaoying nodded slightly, smiled freely, and said, "Naturally." ”

"That's great." Hearing the news that Lin Chaoying brought back, Zhu Hefeng couldn't bear it anymore, so he hugged the beauty in his arms and shouted excitedly, "You don't know, how scared I am, you will leave me!" ”

As he spoke, a pair of eyes oozed crystal tears, "Fortunately, my sister Lin, Mrs. Chaoying didn't abandon me, but chose to stay by my side, which really touched me too much." ”

"Giggle." Seeing Zhu Hefeng's tricks, the sorrow in Lin Chaoying's clever heart dissipated, and between the opening and closing of the cherry lips, a burst of hearty laughter came out.

Syllable!

Zhu Hefeng hugged the perfect delicate body in his arms and went straight to the big bed not far away.

Between the beautiful eyes, like the tide of water, between the four crystal eyes looking at each other, an indescribable affection emerged.

Everything is in plain sight!

……………………

On August 15, Huashan discussed the sword.

In the past, August 15 was a day of reunion, but today, this August 15 has become a day destined to be unpeaceful.

As August 15 approached, all the people from all over the world gathered at the foot of Mount Hua.

Those few famous predecessors of the rivers and lakes who proposed Huashan's sword discussion came one after another, and under the escort of the disciples of the disciples, they rushed to the top of Huashan - Chaoyang Peak.

On the 15th day of August, as long as the world's masters can rush from the foot of Mount Hua to the top of Chaoyang Peak within three hours, they will be able to participate in the competition for the Nine Yin True Scripture.

At that time, the winner will not only be able to get the Nine Yin True Scripture written by Huang Sheng with his life's work, but also the number one master in the world.

At this point, there is only one last day left until August 15.

Hearing that they were participating in the competition for the threshold of the Nine Yin True Scripture, countless people couldn't help but retreat.

Huashan has been famous for its steepness since ancient times.

Not to mention the various difficulties and obstacles encountered along the way, even if there is a guide to guide the way, it will take a day or two to climb Mount Huashan.

Now, it is simply impossible to rush to the top of Huashan within three hours to be qualified to participate in the competition for the Nine Yin True Scripture.

At the moment, countless Jianghu guests who were originally full of confidence were all depressed, either going home, or simply waiting at the foot of Mount Hua, wanting to witness the birth of the world's first master.

This night, the moonlight was hazy.

The bright moon is like a jade plate, shining with silver-white brilliance, sprinkled at the foot of Huashan Mountain, reflecting the corner that is about to roll the wind and clouds.

Among the countless inns, all the Jianghu guests who had the intention to compete for the first master in the world all began to mobilize before the war.

Good wine, good food, good wine and food, eat a lot.

For a while, the whole Huayin was in an uproar, and the bright lights were even more endless, as if this Huayin, which no one would pay attention to except for some vassal and elegant literati and ink writers who would come, wanted to turn into a city that never sleeps.

However, compared to the surrounding noise, the Yuelai Inn, located in a corner of the small city, is extremely clean.

There was no noise at all, as if all the people in it were the quietest people, and they didn't make a noise.

But only those who are really here will understand that this inn is far from being as peaceful as it seems.

On the contrary, under the tranquility, there is actually an inexplicable solemnity.

Cracking sound!

In the hall on the first floor of the Yuelai Inn, the fire candle flickered, illuminating the entire inn. In front of the six tables, seven figures sat separately.

Huang Yaoshi, the owner of Peach Blossom Island in the East China Sea, Ouyang Feng, the owner of White Camel Mountain in the Western Regions, Duan Zhixing, the monarch of Dali, Hong Qigong, the leader of the Beggar Gang, and Wang Chongyang, the leader of the Quanzhen Sect, each had a table, and their breaths were intertwined, exuding a trace of murderous intent.

In addition to the five people, on the sixth table, Zhu Hefeng and Lin Chaoying were the same husband and wife, exuding a trace of leisurely on their bodies, and they were still indifferent to each other in the midst of the momentum of the five masters.

Every table was full of good wine and food, but none of the seven people present moved their chopsticks.

As for Duan Zhixing's four major guards, Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji brought by Wang Chongyang, in this environment, they are not even qualified to sit down.

After a long silence, someone broke the solemn atmosphere in the inn.

"Huh." Zhu Hefeng suddenly smiled, laughing very happily, his porcelain slippery fingers poked out, raised the teacup in front of him, and motioned to the others, "Everyone, tomorrow we will go up the mountain together, and it will all depend on the ability of whoever kills the deer at that time." ”

"Little brother replaces wine with tea, toast you a glass."

"The Taoist is polite." Hong Qigong tore off the leg of a fat chicken, took a bite, and suddenly his mouth was full of oil, "It's fate that we can gather here today, in my opinion, no matter how high or low the battle is won or lost, we don't want to ruin the friendship between each other, what do you think?" ”

"Seventh Brother is right." Ouyang Feng's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, and he nodded and smiled.