His fingers pinched the bowstring, and the bow opened like a full moon, and the long arrow of silver light also swelled to about half a zhang long, and it was so sharp that it carried a fierce aura, and his patience and resentment all these years seemed to be vented with this arrow. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The long arrow was aimed at Lu Hong, the silver light shone, and Lu Hong's calm posture changed in his eyes, and it actually coincided with the woman in the Confucian shirt.

She is proficient in etiquette and music, talented, exhaustive, transcendent status in the Xianwen Pavilion, high above, once, in his heart she is like a god, compared with her, the rest of the women in the Xianwen Pavilion are not even the posture of Pu Liu;

When he sat in front of the desk with her and worked hard to write, he would often look at her back and think, what kind of woman is this? Delicate and beautiful like a flower, with a blue heart, and a talented person, but her temperament is so cold, people admire but dare not get closer.

Just like the statue of Guanyin enshrined in the temple, she seems to only confess and worship, looking up; How nice it would be if you could touch her hand and get a little closer to her......

This thought suddenly shocked him in his heart, this person is his own master, how dare he have such thoughts about her?

Zhuang Jiang raised his head and glanced at him after a few cases on the opposite side, the eyes under the eyebrows of Yuanshan were like spring water, but his eyes were very indifferent, he hurriedly lowered his head and listened to her: "Can't you calm down?

"Yes"

But once a person's heart is moved, how can a mere stick of incense calm down the throbbing?

The more you want to avoid something, the more you linger, the more you want to forget, the more you remember it, and this is the case with the person he called "Master".

He himself couldn't tell why, maybe it was because after Yi Xuan's death, she was the closest person to him, or maybe it was because she was really different from other women...... , but no matter what it is, falling in love is falling in love, he knows that this teacher-student relationship can't bloom, let alone bear fruit, but he can't be ruthless to cut off this green silk.

And the end result was the kind of eyes that stinged him the most, those words.

"Lu Hong, suffer death",

In his eyes, Lu Hong's eyes were exactly the same as Zhuang Jiang that day, contemptuous and disdainful...... , like a sharp knife piercing him in the heart.

Gritting his teeth and letting go of his fingers, the long arrow roared wildly, dragging the swaying silver light from the sky, piercing through the sky and the earth, swooping down, the demonic qi was suddenly broken, and there was a burst of transparency above, Lu Hong's five fingers were like water waves spreading outside his body, swelling up for three points, and the mist was circulating, only to hear a loud sound of "boom", the long arrow that the wolf bow drew the aura out of the aura with a surging momentum, and the sharp piercing of the armor pierced the body protection aura transformed by the mixed yuan gong, and the tip of the arrow suddenly passed through the spirit pattern for three points, and the sharp qi that could pierce the golden cracking stone approached Lu Hong's eyebrows.

Without waiting for the silver arrow to explode, Yi Lin pulled the bowstring again, the silver light converged, and another brilliant silver arrow landed on the bow, aiming at Lu Hong.

No, he was aiming at Zhuang Jiang.

There are many people in the world who have the heart of admiration, and how many pairs of mandarin ducks can finally achieve positive results? Not to mention his unrequited love, not to mention the indecent feelings between teachers and students.

She is indifferent and ruthless, he is just sad, and he doesn't dare to complain, she doesn't have herself in her heart, he doesn't care, the flowing water is intentional, and it is normal for the flowers to be ruthless, her humiliating words made him lose face, but he still admitted it, after all, this mind really shouldn't have.

But what he couldn't tolerate was the one he didn't dare to accept, the terrible result.

She seems to have been deceiving herself and playing with herself, from Yi Xuan's death to taking herself as an apprentice, there seems to be a huge and terrible conspiracy behind her careful cultivation.

That day, he received a letter from Lintong, which was not signed, only two six-character poems by Yi Xuan.

"Sunset returns to Dusk Village, I want to leave the territory in armor",

Reading and writing, Yi Xuan was his enlightenment teacher, Yi Xuan personally held his hand and taught him to copy the entire "Analects" stroke by stroke, he could naturally recognize his handwriting.

He also knew this poem, he still remembered that Yi Xuan followed Zhuang Jiang out to study, and he read these two poems to him when he left, and he looked a little weird at that time, but it was not as free and easy as usual.

"Lin'er, can you remember these two poems in your heart?",

He said.

Yi Lin smiled: "I will remember, the eldest brother wants to govern the country and level the world, and one day I will definitely assist the eldest brother",

Yi Xuan smiled: "What governs the country and leveling the world, remember these two poems well, one day you will understand the meaning",

patted him on the shoulder, he got a little closer, and said in his ear: "These two lines of poetry are only allowed to be remembered in my heart, and not allowed to be known by others, especially not to be known by Master".

"Huh?",

Before he came back to his senses, Yi Xuan had already straightened his clothes for him and turned around and walked away.

He also kept these two lines in his heart, but he never thought of them, and after a long time, he no longer remembered them.

Unexpectedly, three years later, he saw this poem again on the anonymous letter sent by Lintong, and it was written by Yi Xuan himself, and his heart suddenly flooded with waves.

"The sunset returns to Dusk Village, I want to leave the territory in armor, and the sunset returns to Dusk Village......",

After reading it silently a few times, I only felt that this poem was not cleverly written, but it was just a literal meaning, and the rhyme was ordinary, and there seemed to be nothing special about it.

Putting down the letter paper, I read it silently, and my heart suddenly moved.

"Sunset returns to Dusk Village, I want to leave the territory in armor",

"Return to the twilight far village, put on the armor and leave the frontier",

"Leave Xinjiang, leave Xinjiang, leave Jiang, Yuanzhuang, leave Jiang.... Stay away from Zhuang Jiang .....",

"Stay away from Zhuang Jiang",

"Boom",

When those four words came out, there was a bang in his head, like a lightning strike, he only felt dizzy, his eyes were black, he staggered and sat on a chair, and when he looked at the compound of Bokoya, he felt that the dark clouds made up for it, and the atmosphere was strange.

He told himself not to let others know these two lines of poetry, because it was not a desire to govern the country and level the world at all, but to his last reminder, stay away from Zhuang Jiang, and he told himself that these two lines of poetry should not let the master know in particular, it turned out that this was the reason.....

His fingers trembled slightly, and his whole body was cold, but his heart was spinning rapidly.

If he had known that Zhuang Jiang had a conspiracy, why didn't he say it clearly, but reminded himself in this way?

Yes, he can't change anything, he knows that if he knows about it, once he shows his feet after his death, he will definitely cut the grass and eradicate the roots, even himself, and this matter can't always be hidden from himself, so he let himself keep these two poems in mind, a twelve-year-old boy can't understand the meaning of these two poems, but when he matures his mind, he will naturally understand, Yi Xuan protects him in this way.......

It was getting dark, and he felt as if he was in a great whirlpool, ready to be shattered by the storm at any moment......