Blood splattered on the vermilion gate of the palace, bright and enchanting, adding a sense of solemnity and solemnity. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The whole man in the golden armor froze, like a clay sculpture and wood carving, Zhang Luohua, that is the master wearing a big red python robe, his status is very high, and he was beheaded like this!?

Tang Feng carried it with his left hand and crossed the river with his right hand, his white clothes were fluttering, not stained with dust, and his temperament was sharp and elegant.

He looked at the golden-armored man and smiled faintly.

"Let's go, let's go!"

The golden-armored man trembled, beckoning the guards to flee, Tang Feng's smile was too terrible, extremely cold, and made him feel chills in his heart.

"Well, I'm leaving, I still want to have a fight with a real soul master. ”

Tang Feng regretted, and there was a war intent boiling in his heart.

Hearing this, Xu Wan and Tang Tiannan both looked weird, and looked at Tang Feng's eyes as if they were looking at a monster.

A sword cultivator of the fifth rank of the Pulse Realm actually wants to fight with the master of the ninth rank of the Soul Realm, if someone who is not in the know hears it, he will definitely laugh, because this leap is too big, like a moat.

However, they knew that Tang Feng might really have this ability, and he could cross the moat and go head-to-head with the masters of the soul realm.

"Little Wind, this decree ......"

After a long time, Tang Tiannan spoke with difficulty, and his eyes were a little obscure.

Tang Feng knew what Tang Tiannan wanted to say, smiled easily, and said, "Isn't it just exile for thousands of miles? ”

Tang Tiannan showed a look of relief, this time Emperor Yunqin was really angry, if he resisted the decree again, then the desolation and Yunqin Palace, I am afraid that a big war will really break out.

It's not that he is afraid of the Yunqin Palace, but he just doesn't want Tang Feng to finally face the desolate desolation after the battle with the Yunqin Palace.

"Have you figured out where to go?"

He felt a little guilty, whether it was Tang Feng's previous decadence or his current exile, it was he and the Desolate Iron Rider who were treating Tang Feng badly, and all the Desolate Iron Riders still didn't understand, and felt that Tang Feng had no contribution to Desolate Desolation, which was really wronged.

"Well, think about it, Dad, you don't have to worry. ”

Tang Feng smiled at Tang Tiannan, this was not all relief, because it was just the right time to go to Tianxuanmen, find another sword mark of the Heavenly Knocking Sword, and learn this style of sword mysticism.

Xu Wan is one of the few people who knows Tang Feng's pain best, her eyes are a little red at the moment, but she didn't let people see it, and left quietly.

The autumn wind is falling, and the cool and barren city is full of jade flutes these days.

The news that Tang Feng was exiled and was about to go south thousands of miles after being single spread all over the world, and many Confucian and Taoist literati sighed and complained for Tang Feng, because whether it was a sword beheading Shen Lin or resisting the decree to force marriage, it was reasonable and forced to fight back.

However, what people didn't expect was that the most fierce reaction to this was actually countless geisha singers, as well as young girls in the boudoir.

Tang Feng's poems such as "Picking Mulberries" and "Queqiao Immortal" are sung endlessly in the Qinlou Chu Pavilion, and these women also have charming thoughts about Tang Feng, which can be said to be a secret promise.

Hearing this news, Tang Feng couldn't laugh or cry, because this is a bit like a famous literati on the earth - Liu Yong, the minister in white clothes!

"Every family sings my poems, and countless women weep for me, is this a kind of happiness?"

Tang Feng shook his head, he had been cultivating for the past few days, striving to break through the realm again, but unfortunately there was little progress, and he decided to set off tomorrow.

This night, the light rain was dripping, and the rain hit the banana leaves with sorrow.

Tang Feng came to Huxin Building, holding the last bit of overlord shrimp meat in his hand, which was a farewell to the sloppy old man.

The atmosphere was a little dull, and it was rare for the sloppy old man not to laugh at Tang Feng anymore, and after eating the wine and meat silently, he didn't speak, just asked Tang Feng to practice the ruthless secret technique for him again.

The petals are flying, the fragrance is all over the building, and at the same time, there is sword qi spraying, weird and with a little sadness.

It wasn't until Tang Feng's spiritual power was exhausted that the old man spoke again, and said: "One sword can slash the dragon and snake, the second sword can break the old mountains and rivers, and the three swords have a spirit rhino with a snap of their fingers. ”

Tang Feng's eyes widened and he looked at the old man in surprise, but before he could speak, the sloppy old man flicked his sleeves, and Gangfeng directly swept him out of the building and closed the door.

"Thank you seniors for teaching you the sword!"

His expression was solemn, and his heart was moved, he just wanted to say goodbye to the sloppy old man, but the other party actually taught him the first three swords on the parchment roll.

After saluting the lake tower seriously, he stepped on the miserable wind and rain and slowly left.

In the Qingjin Palace, the sloppy old man's eyes were very complicated, and he finally sighed and hid the Qingjin Palace.

As soon as dawn broke, Tang Feng led a horse to leave the palace, one person and one ride, and no one saw him off.

It's that I don't want to send it, but I really can't send it, I don't dare to send it, so I was afraid of this send, so I kept Tang Feng.

The light rain is as moist as a crisp, Tang Feng leads the horse alone, and the meaning in his heart is difficult to understand.

However, after turning an excuse, the scene in front of him made him completely stunned.

One by one, women dressed in tulle, without fat powder or oil umbrellas, stood on both sides of the street.

Seeing Tang Feng coming with a horse, I don't know who opened his mouth first, it was the song "Picking Mulberries Nine Days".

The voice is tactful, like a grievance, like a cry,

This poem is homesick and nostalgic, and the emotional tone is very sad, but now with this bitter rain and miserable wind, it is even more sad.

"Who remembers each other in late autumn, Konoha Xiaoxiao. The countryside is a long way. Liuqu Pingshan and Mengyao.

When it is good, it is a pity to say goodbye to the scenery, not to ascend. I only feel that my soul is gone. When the southern goose returned, it was even more lonely. ”

Sentence after sentence, accompanied by the raindrops swirling, Tang Feng was a little sad when he heard it, and it reminded him of the earth.

Still dressed in white, he led a horse and walked step by step from the street full of women.

Approaching the city gate, he saw a woman, dressed in red, holding a guqin in her arms, wearing the most beautiful makeup, and a maid holding an umbrella for her.

Ning Xiaomei.

"A foot of crimson wins the ...... of Qu Chen"

The famous Oiran sang the first line, but it was the song "Nan Gezi".

"Acacia peach pits are hateful in the end......"

She watched Tang Feng approach the city tower step by step, and smiled, sentence after sentence, not very sad, but it made Tang Feng cry when she heard it.

He looked at the city and knew that Ning Xiaomei wanted to give him the most beautiful impression, and he didn't want the rain to spend his makeup, otherwise he wouldn't have deliberately asked a maid to hold an umbrella.

"One day, I'll hold an umbrella for you. ”

He whispered, not loud, but it clearly reached Ning Xiaomei's ears.

"Good!"

Ning Xiaomei bit her lip, but at the corner of her eyes, there were two lines of tears rolling down.

Out of the city gate, there are women like icebergs of snow, but today they put on a long skirt and waited with no hands.

Xu Wan didn't say a word, just took the reins and led the horse for him.

"Thank you. ”

Tang Feng sighed, he didn't know what to say, Xu Wan was very good to him, secretly helped him a lot, and now he risked a taboo to send him off.

Xu Wan's eyelids drooped and she bit her lip lightly, she wanted to ask him a question, but she didn't have it after all.

Hand wash red beans for Junsu, how is Junxin?

"Exquisite Dice Ann Red Bean"

"Do you know if you are lovesick"

The drizzle was hazy, and there was a man in white sitting on a horse, drinking slightly drunk.

On this day, there are two scenes in the desolate city.

There are generals who send people thousands of miles.

There is an oiran looking through the city.