Chapter Ninety-Four

Yangguan trilogy

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Her real name is Nangong, and she is called a beautiful woman.

This Qingyan Country is a remote part of the country she has traveled, and this Qingyan City is just a place where she stays for a while longer.

But after all, it's time to leave.......

Before the bustle in front of the Shicheng Chamber of Commerce began, a group of carriages carrying a bunch of luggage had already lined up and slowly walked towards the door.

To the east, it is the official road that goes in the direction of the capital of Qingyan Country.

He Huanglou was the only one on the road, because he was going to the national capital to obtain the qualification of a third-grade alchemist.

The rest of the servants were also from the Shicheng Chamber of Commerce, and when she got there, she was still alone.

She leaned quietly on the butt of the carriage at the end, staring at the gradually shrinking Qingyan City.

Gentle mountain trails began to appear all around...... The slope trembled, and even the scenery changed.

It was replaced by a mess of wild willow trees, which were tangled and fluttering willow branches in the wind.

She took a jug of sake from her ring, filled it to a full cup, and drank it gently...... His eyes flickered on the willow tree, and he gradually became distant.

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He Huanglou's figure fell behind her, He Huanglou stood on the edge of the carriage, no matter how the carriage tossed, his figure was still standing there like a pine, just like a glass of wine in Nangong Beauty's hand, no matter how it fell, but it could be seen spilled.

"It's a pity!

He Huanglou said regretfully: "I always feel that I can learn something from that guy if I stay here......"

Nangong Jiaren naturally knew who that guy was, she slowly drank sake, and looked at Qingyan City that had disappeared in silence.

I can't help but think of the scene when I first met him.

It was a very ordinary-looking teenager, there was nothing special about his appearance, he was not handsome, and even his feet were lame.

But she Nangong Beauty has never regarded him as a lame, what she sees from that guy is a kind of potential, like a submerged treasure, the world does not see his value, but she believes that in the near future, he will definitely have earth-shaking changes.

This is the first time I saw ...... At least it left her with an unusual feeling. The next time I saw him, it was in the back mountain...... It turned out that he also had times when he was confused, and in that confusion, he tried to find it, and the kind of effort he showed to break through the limitations of his qualifications moved her. She couldn't help but remind him that she was a smart woman, in a way that was almost invisible. But he still saw it......

Finally, on the day of the auction, he wanted to take her to the sky in front of everyone.

It's something she's thought about but never done, and no one has ever helped her to do it. Even though there were many people she knew who could do that, she was ...... with them Too far away, too far away.

Only Jiang Heng simply stretched out his hand and pulled himself, without any words, just flew into the sky, and then sat on the clouds, just quietly looking at the simple beauty between heaven and earth.

With him, there is always a vague and hazy feeling.

I can't say it, and I can't tell it.

Just know that at the time of the parting of this feeling...... She could only use the pot of sake in her hand to numb her nerves and keep herself from thinking too much about the feeling.

Qingyan City is gradually moving away......

Nangong Beauty didn't tell Jiang Heng when she would leave, so he probably wanted to come over and send it, but he shouldn't be able to catch up.

She got up, sighed, and seemed to have given up.

Turn around and get ready to go back to the carriage.

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The fluttering wind suddenly changed, as if it had changed direction, and blew against her back, and she turned again to look in the direction of the wind, and saw the branches of the willows swaggering towards her.

Watching a hint of discoloration, a wisp of flute in his ears was hidden in the wind.

The flute is low, suppressing the sad emotion, and smearing a layer of sadness in the already sorrowful wind.

It just kept coming low, all the time low......

And she Nangong Beauty didn't seem to see only that voice.

The willow leaves blowing in the air, after circling and flying, actually formed rows of words and sentences:

In the spring of the Qinghe Festival, the rain in Weicheng is light, and the guest house is new in the willow color.

Persuade you to have a glass of wine, and there is no reason to go out of Yangguan in the west. Frost night and frost morning, long distance over the city.

Sorrowful service, hard work, hard work, hard work, should be cherished, should be cherished.

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At that moment, the reluctant words came with the sound of the flute.

The old friends are separated, and they are hung with a willow.

"Friends?"

Nangong Beauty stood in the wind and touched her ears gently: "I didn't expect that there are friends in this world who have met a few times!"

He Huanglou, who also felt the sound of the flute, said: "The old man also feels that meeting a few times is not a friend to others. But for that guy, it should be enough......"

The sound of the flute fell, and a rusty sword slashed through the sky, and a blue and white figure gradually flew back to the direction of the Qingyan Mountain Range.

"Half a year!" Nangong said to herself there: "I only have to wait for half a year! I can only wait for half a year......

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The silence of Edgeworth's flight in the sky and all the way made Jiang Heng sigh.

Without the old ghost, how lonely he is at the moment.

If the old ghost was still there, he would have laughed at himself for what's wrong, and he stayed in the damp mountain forest for seven days in order to send a woman.

Seven days passed, and the woman was finally gone.

And he has to return to Sunset Peak......

He still has to continue cultivating, because next, he has to face the sect election with less than half a year left.

That's part of his plan.

And now in order to realize this plan......

Futu Qisheng once again gave himself a strong guarantee.

That song "Yangguan Three Stacks"......

At first, Jiang Heng just thought it was just a piece of music, but now it seems that it ...... I was wrong.

If there is no miscalculation, this thing should be a powerful set of sonic skills, and it must be used on a foreign object like the emerald bamboo stick to withstand the powerful sound energy brought by the tune.

"Futu Seven Lives...... What the hell are you?"

Jiang Heng looked at the black rope on his waist and couldn't help asking, "Why did the old ghost look at you for more than 300,000 years and never broke through your mystery!"

And at this moment, this Yangguan trilogy appeared beside him...... Is it just a martial art that a certain senior behind the Seven Gates gave him?

Jiang Heng shook his head, he was even suspecting now that this emerald bamboo stick might not have been given by the person behind the door.

It was given to him by Futu Qisheng.......

What is this?

Is it some compensation for the old ghost who can't help himself in temporary retreat?

If yes......

Jiang Heng smiled at the Futu Qisheng and said, "Thank you!