Meng Qiuling's eyes smiled: "I know that your sincerity is actually like this." ”

Bai Feng was stupid and snorted: "Then you ...... Then you ......"

"I want to listen to the truest words in Brother Feng's heart." Her rose-like face was filled with a smile as bright as the sun.

The grass is full of greenery, and the fields are all over the place. The green flowed until the horizon. In the blue sky, the clouds are rolling in the clouds, and under the blue sky, the people who stand separately are together after a while......

On the birch slope, that beautiful man was standing in the wind.

The wind ruffled her skirt, which cascaded like dense ripples.

She counted the time, and the time passed little by little, but the expected person still missed the appointment.

No-show?

The word had not appeared in Shu Yier's life for several years. Since the master died, since the senior brother Qiu Muhua left, since she let go of herself-

Yes, there is only Shuyier-style hanging appetite, or Shuhuier-style letting go!

A teenager like that can refuse her invitation?

Or, is such a country girl actually taking the place of a teenager to block the extraordinary temptation from her?

You must know that whether it is the second senior brother Song Lian, or the third senior brother, or the Soul Falling Knife and Star Chasing Sword that he encountered after leaving the valley...... As long as it's a man (except for the elder brother), which one hasn't been hooked by her with a slight smile?

She let them give birth, and they gave birth, running for her various requests every day, and they were still so happy.

And when she gets tired of them and wants them to fall into the abyss of pain, it's just a matter of waving her sleeves.

From Jiashan in Sichuan to this place, there has never been an exception until I met this young man with a faint smile on his face!

Shu Yier was not surprised when he was lost, and he thought of the past:

That was when she was thirteen years old, and at that time, Master had not passed away, and Senior Brother had not left. In the Valley of Excalibur, tall peach blossom trees are planted everywhere. When spring comes, all kinds of peach blossoms bloom, white like snow, red like fire, and pink like xia. There is also the green peach that can definitely show a pale green next to the white peach blossom, she likes this color the most, and she also begged the second senior brother and the third senior brother to bring back a lot of clothes of the same color when they go out. Every time, she wore pale green clothes, shuttled among the pale green peach blossoms, and then saw through the senior brother in Tianshui white clothes practicing swords.

The senior brother's name is Qiu Muhua, and because he is three years older than herself, she has always had to tilt her head to see his face clearly. Master is an ordinary-looking person, the second senior brother Song Lian is even more ordinary than the master, and the third senior brother He Hai is not ordinary, but the dark skin and sharp lines of the facial features always make her feel like it.

But the senior brother Qiu Muhua is different!

His eyebrows flew diagonally, almost into his sideburns. The eyes are not very big, but they are clear and lovely. The nose is high, and when you look at it sideways, from the forehead to the bridge of the nose, from the mouth to the chin, the lines are so good that they are perfect.

The red peach blossoms are charming, the pink peach blossoms are charming, the white peach blossoms are crystal like snow, and the elder brother likes to dance and practice swords among the pale green peach blossoms. Master's sword has a full set of nine styles, which are point, sharpening, cutting, combining, saving, rainbow, shock, thunder and clearing, she and the second senior brother have cultivated the shallowest and only practiced to the third style, and the third senior brother is more diligent than her and Song Lian, and has practiced the fourth style and is moving towards the fifth style. However, the key to practicing the fifth style was said by the master before his death: "Standing in the midst of the flowers, no matter whether the wind rises or the rain comes, whenever the flowers fall, they must not fall to the ground." In other words, as the saying goes, "people have passed through the flowers, and the flowers do not get dusty", the fifth style of saving flowers is considered to be practiced. The third senior brother, He Hai, has not been able to fully do it until now.

But when he was fifteen years old, the senior brother had already practiced the fifth form. When she was thirteen years old, he was cultivating the Sixth Form with all his might.

The name of the sixth form is: rainbow. Rainbow Character Trick and Word Accumulation Trick are two types of same moves, but use completely opposite sword moves. The latter pays attention to the sword flowers shaking out, one after another, complex, like clusters of flowers in a peach forest; And the rainbow word decision, it requires that no matter how many sword flowers are fused together, take the target three zhang away, and the sword flowers converge into a sword light, which looks like a rainbow, even if it is qualified.

At that time, she had fallen in love with his heroic appearance flying like a fairy in the peach forest.

He practices the sixth form, and she loves to watch it too.

Every time the sword flower condensed into a rainbow, she would clap her hands and praise, and then give him all kinds of gifts that she had carefully prepared for him.

Among these gifts, the most comfortable thing for her is a sachet embroidered with peach blossoms. A stitch and a thread all penetrated her love for him.

She wished he could wear it, and then every moment, as if he and she were together.

In this way, even if she doesn't watch from the side every day, she can feel that his heart has been closely attached to herself from now on.

However, that year, the peach blossoms in the peach forest were about to completely bloom. She couldn't find the sachet on his body, so she asked him in a hurry, but he replied lightly: "The third junior brother likes it, I gave it to him." ”

"Why?" She was stunned, "That's what I made for you." Before he could finish the word "make", he raised his hand and stopped her.

Qiu Muhua said: "Little junior sister, when I entered the Divine Sword Valley, there was only one thing I wanted to do the most: to practice the Nine Styles of the Divine Sword. ”

She was anxious, and said loudly: "If you practice the Nine Styles of the Divine Sword, will you not be married for the rest of your life?" ”

Qiu Muhua is tall, and when she looks at her, her deep gaze always falls from above. Such a look down, if not spoiled, can only contain contempt.

He said to her so contemptuously: "If I don't get married, I won't do it for the rest of my life." ”

"You just have to fight your sword, huh?"

Qiu Muhua had already walked back, heard the words, and stopped. At that time, he also smiled calmly and said: "Life is short, what is the difference between being with people and with a sword? ”

Shu Yier still remembers that he chased after him at that time, and then cried at his back and said, "I like you, senior brother." Why can't you like me too, big brother! ”

She really didn't expect that when she walked here from Jiashan, she would once again meet someone who didn't take her seriously. Especially this person is rare to be born and more likable than others other than the senior brother. The most important thing is that this person will smile as calmly and calmly as a senior brother.

A proud heart has been hit with a huge blow again.

Shu Yier simply leaped from the grass to a large tree, and in a fit of boredom, he half-lay down on a thick branch that stretched out diagonally. She first stroked her face with her hands, feeling that her skin was still smooth as cream, through her neck, to her body, and finally on one of her slender legs, which was stacked on top of each other after lying on her side.

Is she so attractive, will she really be rejected again and again?

Condescending, unwilling, she continued to look at the zigzag mountain road that stretched up not far away.

What made her suddenly happy was that the figure she thought would never appear again appeared at this time!

The white wind relied on light power and turned into a wisp of light smoke on the spiraling mountain road. Eventually, he also came to the bottom of the big tree with a thick branch sticking out diagonally. There is no shadow of the woman in white, and there is no murderous aura of "the enemy is coming, the sword and sword" in the mouth of the woman in white. It is the mountain wind gusting, wafting with a good fragrance. Then, when the wind fell overhead, when Bai Feng subconsciously retreated, he saw a white shadow in a flash, and he was shocked, and hurriedly stretched out his hands to pick it up.

The warm girl's body fell into his arms like this.

A blurry gaze emanated from his beautiful eyes, like dense spider silk, stuck to his gaze and quickly grasped his heart. Her arms hooked around his neck, as if unintentionally, but the plump lips were so close.

This is really a completely different feeling from hugging Meng Qiuling-

If it weren't for the fact that he was seriously injured and didn't believe everyone present at the time, Qiu Ling would never have let him pick himself up like he is now in that situation.

If it was just a normal situation, she was unharmed, and he happened to be here, and she fell over her head, and he just happened to hold her - just like now, she should have jumped to the ground, felt offended, and then scolded herself, right? In addition, she also has such a father who cares about his daughter, Meng Shenshan, the master of the Xuanmen Gate, who found that his daughter's innocent body was touched by a man, and he had to tie him to the pillar and order his subordinates, oh, no! In the case of repeatedly, it will inevitably be the master of Mengmen who will do it himself, and he will not stop until his skin and flesh bloom everywhere.

Even Bai Feng can't deny it: this girl is too beautiful right now. The combination of a wide forehead, distant mountain-like eyebrows, and autumn-like eyes produced a sense of amazement beyond all the girls he had seen on weekdays.

Even if there was a completely different girl in his heart, his soul still couldn't help but be deeply shocked by the one in front of him.

She was in her arms, her soft arms around her neck. Dan's lips are close at hand, you don't have to worry about being scolded, you don't have to worry about being beaten and red flowers bloom everywhere, as long as you lower your head, you can capture it......

Shu Yier saw the young man's intoxication. The corners of the mouth are good-looking, and there is no lack of smug chuckles that are gently provoked.

In order to make the young man less fortified, she simply closed her eyes.

Wait for that tasteful kiss to land on her lips, and then, in her prey book, there will be another place.

Kiss, long delayed.

It was a staggered sword light and sword shadow.

When Shu Yier opened her eyes, she had already changed to a position of standing on the ground. Bai Feng held her with one arm, and the unsheathed long sword was entangled with one knife and another.

Wang Yixin, the master of the Fallen Soul Sword, and Luo Yifan, the star-chasing swordsman, looked at Shu Yi'er with hatred in addition to hatred.

Wang Yixin slashed several times and said angrily: "So fast, do you have a new target?" ”

Luo Yifan was also indignant: "Don't duel with Brother Wang again, kill you directly, everyone is clean!" ”

Shu Yier hugged Bai Feng's medicine tightly and panicked: "Shaoxia save me, Shaoxia save me!" ”

Wang Yixin's knife turned into thousands, Luo Yifan's sword turned into thousands, and the sword light like snowflakes lived up to the name of "falling soul"; And the shadow of the sword, which was as fast as lightning, was completely like a meteor flying across the sky.

Shu Yier nestled in Bai Feng's arms, she didn't need to think, and she didn't need to be afraid. Even if the young man she suddenly encountered couldn't stop the Soul Falling Knife and the Star Chasing Sword, she was completely sure: Wang Yixin and Luo Yifan were absolutely reluctant to kill her.

She was just a little greedy, greedy for the charm of this young man, similar to that of a senior brother. Even if this charm is fleeting, she can have it for a short time, and it is quite satisfying.

The sword light like snowflakes and the sword shadows like meteors in the sky are staggered, which can completely crush the people who are trapped in it.

However, with the shrill cry of a woman, a soft cloud of gas gushed out. The knife, as if sliced into the water; The sword is like piercing a thick cloud.

Wang Yixin, the master of the Soul Falling Sword, and Luo Yifan, the star-chasing swordsman, were both stunned.

Their weapons were all blocked by an invisible force in an instant, and the incomparably fast tricks couldn't help but slow down. The sound of the weapon being hit by the weapon ...... sounded one after another.

Bai Feng swung away Wang Yixin's knife with his sword, struck his elbow horizontally, knocked Luo Yifan out a foot away, held Shu Yi'er with one hand, and the two chased after him together. His sword was cold, pointing at Luo Yifan's throat. Wang Yixin was about to rush up, but saw Meng Qiuling, dressed in red, suddenly appear on the hillside.

Meng Qiuling stopped between Wang Yixin and Bai Feng, and said loudly: "You are not my brother Feng's opponent, stop it quickly, don't fight again!" ”

The Soul Falling Knife Lord shouted with red eyes: "You dodge." ”

Meng Qiuling was not afraid: "Even if I get out of the way, you can't beat my brother Feng, and you can't snatch back the person you like, what's the use?" ”