Yun Yanzheng's footsteps swirled, the flower branches swayed, the white robe fluttered, and his left hand reached out to snatch her silver knife. Qin Wuxue's silver knife slashed at her arm, Yun Yanzheng fought with a small hand-to-hand grapple, and the kung fu of entering the white blade with one hand was skillful and good-looking, and between the sparkling sword light, a jade hand advanced and retreated to a certain extent, and it was extremely flexible.

Her footsteps moved slightly, forcing Qin Wuxue to retreat again and again, holding the blade in her hand but not getting half of the benefit, but seemed to be restrained everywhere. Yun Yanzheng anticipated the enemy's opportunities everywhere, pinching her every move to the slightest, the two had obviously never met, but at this moment, it seemed to be a cooperation that had been practiced over the years, and it was very interesting to watch.

Yun Yanzheng is talented and intelligent in martial arts, and often draws inferences from one another, and he fights with people all year round in the rivers and lakes and on the battlefield, and has knowledge of all kinds of blades and body techniques, and his combat experience is even richer than Qin Wuxue, who is the princess of Chengguo. After going back and forth like this, she can estimate her changes and intentions, and her skills and footwork have also figured out the door. At this time, he played with her, and a naughty smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Qin Wuxue only felt that her smile was extremely dazzling, and she had taken the lead in a few moves, and several times she seemed to be waiting for her to come up and cooperate with her. Qin Wuxue was annoyed, her face became colder, and her eyes were even colder. At this moment, there is really no meaning to play at all, but this Yun Yanzheng really deserves its reputation, her kung fu and vision are not to be underestimated, just now she was too careless, too complacent.

Qin Wuxue frowned slightly, her finger moves changed, her five fingers danced, and the silver knife suddenly flew in her hand like a whirling knife. After she retreated, she didn't dare to fight with her bare hands again, and the flower branch in her right hand swung the silver knife that greeted her changed body shape and technique.

Gu Xi's eyebrows raised slightly, and he was still sipping tea without being surprised. The left hand was knocked on several sides, and the sound of Xun became more and more fierce, and the sharp point was like a horn, merging with the surging battle intent in Qin Wuxue's heart, urging and agitating the water-red clothes that were flying and staggering due to the fight like a battle flag hunting against the wind, and the silver knife in his hand was like a golden brother on the battlefield, hateful and decisive.

Xiao Yin came bright and elegant, with a free and elegant attitude that does not linger, and gradually merged with the white clothes, elegant complexion, and crisp skills. It seems that such a game is just a fetter of wind and snow; It's just an indulgent frolic of drinking and singing. Her movements are ethereal, her steps are fairy, she is smiling, and the flowers and branches in her hands are lightly stroked, and one move is like a drunken song platform, dancing to the moon.

Seeing that she was one with that flute sound, she was very comfortable. Gu Xi's brows slowly furrowed, he had always known that she had hidden unruliness and casualness in her heart, but he had never indulged himself like this. Over the years, she has been scheming, dormant under the suspicion and suppression of Emperor Wei, trembling to guard the land and the people, when has she been able to indulge in such happiness?

But at this moment, her skills and mind were released in this flute sound.

is so smart and dazzling, but it is not caused by him and created by him.

There was some sourness in my heart that went up the river and blocked my throat. Gu Xi had never felt such emotion, and after knocking on his left hand, he didn't know when he had pinched the leaf that Yun Yanzheng had discarded on several sides. The leaf edge was placed to his lips, and he blew it gently.

The melody of the leaf slowly changed between his lips, and it was such a simple leaf, and the tone it produced could be so vivid and varied, as if the most exquisite instrument in the world played the most moving music.

This song comes with your heart, like chanting, singing, crying, and complaining.

At first, it sounded as noble as a cloud, as fairy as the wind, and gradually as dense as rain and bright as a flower, and then the tone was lingering like silk and poignant like smoke.

The flower branch in Yun Yanzheng's hand penetrated the internal force, although there was no awe-inspiring killing aura, but when it was connected with the silver knife, it was like steel, and it was constantly sharpened. Her flower branches were an inch long and an inch strong, and Qin Wuxue couldn't get close to her even if she continued to attack, but was dazzled by her flower branches like a sky full of stars, and the silver knife had no way to start.

Qin Wuxue suddenly stood up and kicked her flower branch with her right foot, Yun Yanzheng poked out Rulan with five fingers, held her ankle accurately, and grabbed her with a grab, and pulled her over to his side. Qin Wuxue couldn't break free, but she saw the opportunity quickly, she pressed down on her waist in mid-air, pulled half of the streamer with her left hand like a snake wrapped around her flower branch, and stabbed her eyebrows with a silver knife at the same time with her right hand. She was extremely swift this time, even if Yun Yanzheng let go of her silver knife at this moment, it was too late, if she lost the flower branch in her right hand that was wrestling with her, the red silk in her hand would immediately attack her arm and wrap it.

The sound of Xun became more and more high, like a war drum on the battlefield to stimulate morale, continuously, wave after wave, and the waves were as turbulent as the waves.

The sound of the flute paused for a moment, and then continued to blow, clear and clear, scattered, like a goddess scattering flowers, revealing joy and outstanding style.

During this period, only the sound of the leaves is not slow, not frightened, not afraid, peaceful, never because of foreign objects and alarmed it for half a minute, has only been in accordance with its own rhythm and curling, such as smoke, such as fog, such as snow, such as the moon, dense, wisps of this side of the world are enveloped, the competition, the sound of the flute, all these people and things, are included in its vast and secluded world.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the moment of ventilation, Yun Yanzheng's hand had let go of Qin Wuxue's ankle, but instead of retreating, he advanced, his head was deviated, his feet moved, and his arm flicked a few times on her right arm and caught the acupoint, and the silver knife was then snatched into her hand. The flower branch on the other hand swirled and reversed and wrapped the red silk around Qin Wuxue's arm, and Yun Yanzheng's left hand wrapped around her waist again, clasping her five fingers and toppling her sideways into the crook of his arm.

Yun Yanzheng leaned his head and bit off the only half-opened magnolia flower on the flower branch, and when the two of them landed, one of them shattered the red silk, and the other threw away the flower branch, and the two pairs of plain hands immediately fought together. It's just that Qin Wuxue was half restrained, and she had no flexibility and freedom from Yun Yanqi, and Xiao Taker was not her opponent. After more than a dozen moves, Yun Yanzheng held her hand in the palm of her hand, and firmly grasped it with her ten fingers, and she couldn't move again. Qin Wuxue's face was furious, but Yun Yanzheng leaned over slightly condescendingly and inserted the magnolia flower in her mouth into her sideburns, looking down at her, her phoenix eyes smiled, her smile was like water and clouds, and she whispered: "There is a beautiful person, clear and graceful." Encounters and encounters are suitable for my wishes. ”

Qin Wuxue looked up, and saw that her eyes were as black and bright as stars, but her smile was not joking, but she was extremely hearty and chic, beautiful and elegant, gentle and amiable.

The sound of Xun could no longer be played under the fusion of the sound of the flute and the sound of Ye Ming, and after the sound was gradually sharp, it was suddenly interrupted and disappeared, leaving only a sense of anger in the air.

The sound of the flute is sprinkled and comfortable.

Ye Ming's voice is elegant and dusty, high and bright.

Feng Jingning stood against the railing, looking at the situation in the courtyard from a distance, the sound of the flute turned to the tune, the white jade flute was held in the palm of his hand, and the corners of his lips pulled up a helpless smile.

Listening to the north and south of Kyushu, I can't find anyone who can capture the beauty of the music he plays. He sighed in his heart, looked at the blue leaf in the man's hand, turned his eyes to look at the valuable white jade flute in his hand, and the loss between his eyebrows flashed. Although he doesn't care about fame and fortune, he has been the pride of heaven since he was a child, and he is smart by nature. What's more, in front of the woman he likes, he made such a high and low judgment and was defeated?

At that time, he played the flute on a whim, and he also intended to cheer Yun Yan and suppress Mu Qi's Xunyin. Unexpectedly, as soon as this person Ye Mingsheng sang, he was defeated. Yun Yanzheng in the courtyard had already let go of Qin Wuxue's hand and unlocked her acupoint. Once Qin Wuxue was free, he immediately turned around and retreated, and his red clothes fluttered like butterfly wings. staring at Yun Yanzheng with hatred, her originally white and cold cheeks were lightly covered with a layer of pink, and her black and soft sideburns were still hairpinned with the lilac magnolia flower, elegant and beautiful, which made her more bright eyes and bright teeth, as bright as a peach and plum.

Feng Jingning couldn't help but smile, if this Yun Yanzheng was a man, if he wanted to compare such a means of manipulating a woman's mind, he was afraid that he would lose. He turned the white jade flute in his hand, left the railing, and walked back. There was a slight smile on the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, and the wide sleeves of his robe floated away in the air with the sound of his slow and elegant footsteps.

Qin Wuxue raised her arm and touched the flowers on her sideburns, the coldness and anger in Peach Blossom's eyes gradually dissipated a lot, and in an instant, a trace of anger swelled up, and asked, "Is it good-looking?" ”

Yun Yanzheng smiled at the corner of his mouth and said: "It's good-looking, the flowers are good-looking, the people are good-looking, the flowers are lining the people, the people are wearing flowers, and the hair is also good-looking." ”

The smile on Qin Wuxue's face was a little embarrassed, nodded and said, "Thank you." ”

"You're welcome." Yun Yanzheng shook his head with his hands behind his back.

"Then I'm leaving." After Qin Wuxue finished speaking, she lightly kicked another small silver knife on the ground with her toes, caught it in her hand beautifully, waved it at her, and left gracefully and elegantly in her red clothes.

It's like it happened suddenly.

Yun Yanzheng looked at her beautiful back for a long time before looking back at Gu Xi. walked towards him, re-located beside him, and said with a smile: "She is really good-looking, Tingting, and has a unique charm." ”

"How unique is it?" Gu Xi said indifferently, his fingers still playing with the leaf.

Yun Yanzheng poured himself a cup of fragrant soup before saying: "She doesn't have the domineering and ruthlessness of the dragon family, nor the arrogance of Mu Qi, nor my rudeness. I think that a woman should be like her, not only looks fairy, graceful and elegant, has a proud temperament and some agility, and her words are also generous and funny, whether it is laughter, anger, coquettishness, or anger, they are all pleasing to the eye, without pretentiousness. ”