In front of the bamboo house in the forest, a man in a cyan robe and a jade figure is busy in front of a medicine garden, with slender and white finger bones, and even vulgar actions such as weeding and turning medicine make him extremely elegant and calm, pleasing to the eye.

"Sir, have a cup of tea." A pleasant and clear voice came from the house, and then, I saw a woman in a black shirt walking slowly with a green jade teacup, her skin was a tight honey color due to her perennial martial arts, although she did not smile, but it did not damage her delicate and beautiful face, but made her resolute perseverance and heroic spirit more and more distinct.

After gently placing the teacup on the table in the courtyard, smelling the fragrance of medicine, Leng Lu and habitually prepared the water handkerchief to facilitate the gentleman to clean his hands.

"Thank you." The gentleman got up and looked over, with a shallow smile, just as the breeze was blowing, blowing the sassy bamboo leaves, the dappled sunlight and bamboo shadows were intertwined, reflecting on his handsome jade face like a fairy, making people breathe and suffocate and unable to look directly.

Leng Luoyun endured the sudden throbbing in his heart, lowered his head slightly, stared at the reflection on the ground swaying in the wind, his voice was still clear and calm, "This should have been said by me." ”

She knew very well that she was fortunate to be rescued by her husband, and in the past five years, she had taken her in not to mention, but also taught her medical skills without reservation, and instructed her in martial arts, otherwise with her own strength, the blood feud of the Leng family would not know when to be avenged.

It's just that this day has finally come.

There was a trace of reluctance and expectation in Leng Luo's lowered eyes.

The gentleman shook his head noncommittally, washed the dirt and grass clippings on his hands, and still had an unchanging smile on his face, as if nothing in the world could disturb him, and in the same way, no one or anything could really enter his eyes, enter his heart, and disturb his indifference, leisure, nobility and elegance.

"I need to go into the mountains tomorrow, and it's time for that star and moon lotus to be medicine."

"Hmm." Leng Luohyun replied softly, tacitly handed over the teacup, and at the same time took the handkerchief in his hand, the honey-colored fingers with fire scars and the white and slender fingers were separated as soon as they met, Leng Luohyun put down the handkerchief, and subconsciously put his hand behind his back.

Mr. only didn't know what to do, and leisurely tasted the tea in the cup, and the water was not happy.

Leng Luohun's hand behind his back was clenched and released, and he clenched it again, "Sir, take a break, I'll make dinner." ”

Hearing this, the tea in the green jade cup rippled layer by layer, and returned to calm, "Okay." ”

A simple two dishes and one soup are more tiring than practicing martial arts for two days and two nights, especially those flames......

Leng Luohyun couldn't help but look at the uneven and ugly scars on his hands and arms, and tried to suppress the painful memories that unconsciously came up, only sat opposite Mr. with his face as usual, and the two quietly ate the belated dinner, quietly flowing, tacitly comfortable.

"Not bad." After the meal, the gentleman nodded and praised with a smile.

The corners of Leng Luohun's mouth curled slightly, and he didn't speak, but when he was about to turn around and enter the house, he couldn't help but take a step forward and blurted out, "Sir-"

"What?" The gentleman smiled and looked back, his eyes were calm, and his face was softer and more noble than the bright moon hanging high on it.

Leng Luohyun shook her head and replied with the same light smile, but unlike him, her eyes were also overflowing with smiles, and there were a few different emotions, which flashed by, so fast that people couldn't catch them, making her already bright eyes more brilliant than usual, "Good night." ”

Looking at those shining eyes, the slim woman restrained her sadness and ruthlessness, indifferent and cold, far more calm and dazzling than five years ago. His eyes swept over the arm behind her back, and the gentleman's thin lips opened slightly, but he didn't say anything, just smiled and turned away.

Leng Luohyun looked at the place where the cyan figure disappeared, and stood for a long time, the black emaciated back looked stubborn and cold in the house made of green bamboo.

The sunset is slightly slanting, the red glow reflects the sky, the afterglow shines on the rippling Xu Qing Lake, the cool breeze blows through the ripples, and the sea of blood flows from afar, which is poignant and beautiful, and the bloody air that floats in the air from time to time is even more chilling here, showing more and more the turbulence of the confrontation between the only remaining two.

"It's a pity that the fire didn't burn you to death."

The middle-aged man opposite Leng Luoxun had a kind face, but the ruthlessness in his triangular eyes and the words in his mouth, and the blood beads dripping from the long knife in his right hand would never make people mistake him for a benevolent person.

"Qiang-" The only answer to him was a more violent attack.

Leng Luohyun didn't seem to feel the fatigue of a day of fighting, nor could she feel the pain of those bruises all over her body, and the forty-two-style "Centripetal Sword Technique" was danced by her impenetrable, asking the heart, concentrating, solidifying, centripetal, and reaching the bull's-eye.