In the back hall of Wuzong, Sima Ying'er had already been waiting here, and the guards who went to report had been gone for a long time, but Murong Bowang had not shown up for a long time. Previously, Sima Ying'er had already met Murong Feng, the current sect leader of the Martial Sect, and after explaining her intentions, she was led to the back hall. It's been two hours now.

"The daughter of the city lord came, and the old man was flattered. An elder's voice came from outside the door, and Sima Ying'er hurriedly turned her head to look.

Murong Bowang's hair was like snow, his face was yellow, but he was dressed in black, and he looked even older under the contrast. Murong Feng walked over from a distance, his figure a little staggering.

Ying'er took the liberty to visit and asked the elder to forgive her sins. Sima Ying'er arched her hand and chuckled.

The old man smiled, "Miss is willing to come, it's too late for me to be happy?" How are your father and second uncle doing?"

"Thank you for your concern, my father and second uncle are in good health and in good spirits. I think Sect Elder's complexion is not bad!" Sima Ying'er smiled and replied softly.

"Hmm!" stepped forward and looked at Sima Ying'er carefully, the smile on the old man's face became even worse, "Ying'er is getting more and more cute, I don't know what happened to this visit." ”

"Ying'er's visit is mainly to visit the elder on behalf of her father, in addition to that, there is another important matter. Sima Ying'er looked at Murong Bowang and said with a straight face.

The old man smiled softly, "Miss doesn't have to be polite, but it's okay to say it." ”

"Ying'er asked for something from the sect elder. Sima Ying'er looked at Murong Feng, her eyes didn't blink, this was a verbal confrontation, and Sima Ying'er naturally mentioned the spirit of twelve.

"Oh, I don't know what the young lady likes about the decay?" Murong Bowang said lightly, the smile on his face getting thicker and thicker.

"One of Ying'er's friends has been hit hard and urgently needs the Qingling Pill to save his life, I want to exchange it for the Creation Pill that Sect Elder treasured, I don't know what Sect Elder wants?"

"Qingling Pill is priceless, I don't know who Miss wants to save?" Mo Rong Bowang chuckled.

"It's just a good friend, but it's presumptuous? Sima Ying'er frowned and looked at Murong Bowang.

Murong Bowang was old-fashioned and sneered, "Well, it's not impossible, it's just that my Qingling Pill is so precious and abnormal, even the old man I can't bear to take it, I don't know what the young lady wants to exchange?"

"Thank you, Sect Elder, as for how to change it, please make it clear!" Sima Ying'er naturally knew that with Murong Bowang's status, it was enough to call the wind and rain in Mocheng, and he would definitely not look down on ordinary treasures, so Sima Ying'er simply asked Murong Bowang to submit the exchange conditions by himself.

"Miss is polite, she has lived for hundreds of years, and she is tired of it, but she has a slight regret in her heart. Murong Bowang let out a long sigh.

"Oh, why is that?" asked Sima Ying'er hurriedly.

Murong Bowang didn't say it directly, but recited a poem, "Xuanyue sings, the Tao rhyme is connected, the colorful dream is endless, and the colorful clouds go down to the mortal world." ”

Sima Ying'er's color changed suddenly, and she said in a deep voice, "Could it be that the sect always wants that piece of Xuanyue?"

The reason why the Sima clan stands tall in Mocheng, in addition to its own strength, is because of this piece of Xuanyue left by the ancestors, which is a piece of ground-level equipment, which integrates attack and defense. It is rumored that Xuanyue blooms with brilliance and dances with the wind, as if Luan Feng is crying softly, implying Taoist rhyme, which can enhance the cultivator's perception of the Great Dao. It is this treasure that has created a generation of strong people for the Sima family. This is the inheritance of the Sima family, and it is extremely precious.

Murong Bowang chuckled, "The old man has never seen this piece of Xuanyue, if he can borrow it for a year, the old man will give this Qingling Pill to him, I don't know what the young lady thinks?"

Sima Ying'er's face was slightly stunned, this Xuanyue was something that Sima clan did not inherit, and few people in the clan could see it. How can we borrow from others?

"Elder Zong's news is very well-informed, but I'm afraid this matter is not good, this Xuanyue is just a rumor, and even Ying'er has never seen it. Even if this Xuanyue is really in the City Lord's Mansion, my father will definitely not agree to borrow it, and ask the sect elder to make another request!" Sima Ying'er said in a deep voice.

Murong Bowang had a trace of disappointment in his eyes, sighed, and continued, "In this case, the old man will no longer insist, the old man's grandson Qianjun can also be regarded as a famous figure in Mocheng, if he can be combined with the young lady, it will be a great joy for you and me." The old man is cheeky today and proposes a marriage for Qianjun, I don't know what the young lady thinks?"

Murong Qianjun is Murong Qianmo's elder brother, who was famous in Mocheng five years ago, and is now studying at the Shiguo War Spirit Academy. And it is with the support of the War Spirit Academy that Wu Zong is as strong as it is today.

Sima Ying'er's face was gloomy, and she said in a low voice, "This ......"

Murong Bowang's face changed slightly, and he said coldly, "What's the matter?" Hmph, now that Qianjun is favored by the vice president of the War Spirit Academy, and he is included in his own disciples, his future achievements will be limitless. If the two of you can be united, the two families will be close from now on, which is naturally the best outcome. ”

Sima Ying'er naturally heard the threat in Murong Bowang's words, frowned unconsciously, and said in a low voice, "This matter is still for Ying'er to consider." ”

Murong Bowang smiled and didn't say anything more.

Sima Ying'er retired and left Wuzong.

"Murong Bowang, this old miscellaneous hair, couldn't ask for Xuanyue, and even forced Ying'er to marry Murong Qianjun? Hmph, it's really too presumptuous. When Sima Yan learned about it, he was furious and scolded sharply.

Sima Ying'er looked at Fenglin on the bed, her eyes were red, and two tears suddenly fell.

"How is this good? Do I have any other way than to promise him?" Sima Ying'er whispered, her face full of helplessness.

"Ying'er, don't mess around, marry Murong Qianjun, your second uncle and I will be the first to disagree. Heh, I'm going to slaughter this little bastard, so that Wu Zong can have a long memory. Sima Yan snorted coldly and was about to go out.

Suddenly, a figure stopped him, it was Sima Lang.

"Second brother, don't be impulsive, that Murong Qianjun is a core disciple of the War Spirit Academy, if you kill him, you will definitely cause a big disaster!" Sima Lang persuaded.

"So what, this Martial Sect is too arrogant, if I don't teach them a lesson, it will be difficult to dispel the anger in my heart. Sima Yan said angrily.

"Since Murong Bowang dares to make this request, he must not be afraid that we will make a move, and now that the power of the Martial Sect is no less than mine, this matter still has to be considered in the long run. ”

Sima Yan snorted coldly, didn't say anything more, sighed, and walked out without looking back.

"Ying'er, forget it, it's not worth it for him. Sima Lang looked at Fenglin and sighed lightly.

"No, father, I must save him. Sima Ying'er threw herself into Sima Lang's arms and cried.

Sima Yinger has been very stubborn since she was a child, and once she is sure of something, no matter how others oppose it, she will still do it. Sima Lang knew his daughter's temper well, sighed, and went out.

Night was falling, and Fenglin was still lying there, motionless, breathless. Sima Ying'er held Feng Lin's hand and whispered, "I know that you are not a thing in the pool, and there will be a day when you will turn into a dragon and fly to the sky." We weren't destined to be one world, but I still hope to do something for you. ”

"Do you remember the first time we met? ”

"Later, you saved the purple kite that met in Pingshui, and you wanted to help them realize their wishes, and you did not hesitate to use the beast text in exchange for their opportunity to enter my city lord's mansion. ”

"In the ruins of the Burial Dragon Cliff, you will relieve the siege for me......"

"All along, it was me who was wrong, I shouldn't have looked down on you, let alone taken advantage of you. For the rest of your life, you can naturally understand everything, but I am too shallow, but unfortunately I understood too late, you are right, maybe we will only be friends. ”

Sima Ying'er's eyes were moist, he knew Fenglin's character very well, he treated people sincerely, he could fight to the death for irrelevant people, and he could also spend his money to help the weak in his eyes. But he is indeed a proud man, even if he is called "waste", he has repeatedly performed miracles. She admired him, and he probably just saw her as a friend, a friend in exchange.

"Forget it, regret is useless, you're right, we can only be friends. As a friend, though, I'm willing to do something for you. Even if you sacrifice yourself, why not?" a drop of hot tears fell and was dripping on Feng Lin's thin yellow hand. Sima Ying'er has already decided that for the sake of Fenglin, she is willing to marry Murong Qianjun.

It was late at night, Sima Ying'er fell asleep on the side of the bed, and in a daze, a weak voice suddenly sounded, "I don't want to hurt you, but isn't it good to be friends?"