"Zhaohua will be fine, right?"

The bear looked in the direction of the Guangtian Temple, touching his sideburns and mustache with one hand, looking very worried.

Hmm, Hua Xingzhi shook a bamboo bone paper folding fan that has been popular in the scholar circle in recent years, and said in a chic manner: "Emotional injury is also a good thing." The voice was slow, and there was a melancholy in the depths of the seemingly blurred pupils.

Tantai Xionghu glared at him, "I'm not talking about emotional injury. ”

It's just a love wound, and no matter how much it hurts, it will always pass.

The heart of sword cultivation is forged as hard as iron and steel in all kinds of physical and mental sorrows.

But if Zhaohua breaks his heart due to emotional injury, then it will be ...... Alas!

The bear tugged at his beard and sighed.

The heart of the sword is extremely domineering and extremely difficult, my heart is the sword, sad, it is the sword, if the heart is frustrated and can't get out, the sword can be broken.

The bear's beard was messed up.

The purple lightning flashed on the ground to reflect the white and elegant face of the pavilion master, calm and deep, "It's a good thing." ”

As soon as he heard it, he was determined, he has always been a character who can throw away everything, and he has never had any mood troubles, but only admits one reason: listen to the master when the master is there, and listen to the master sister when the master is not there. The elder sister said that it was a good thing, then it was a good thing.

The next sentence of the senior sister made him almost break a beard.

"It's a good thing to get through."

That...... Can't stand it?

The bear's beard was even more disheveled.

***

It was raining heavily in Chang'an, but Weizhou, thousands of miles away, was clear and blue, with clear skies and cloudless skies, except for the occasional white clouds floating over the towering Hengma Mountain in the north. The north of Hengma Mountain, which is thirty miles wide from north to south, is the territory of Yan Zhou, and the surrounding armies of Yan have strengthened their defensive forces in the three valley passes and mountain passes, in case the Tang army takes advantage of the battle between Yan Zhou and Oghuz to send troops to fight over - this is too common among the countries that often stab knives in the back or stick ribs in their waists, and it is absolutely necessary to increase the number of troops, and even the Dongzhen Realm Garrison Guardian Grandmaster has several more, and the divine consciousness is constantly patrolling the northern foot of Hengma Mountain every day.

However, Hengma Mountain is still quiet, and the military strength of the two countries in the north and south of the mountain has not broken the tranquility of this majestic green mountain.

Xiao Yan would fight boxing and practice knives every few days in the upper valley of the Yanran River at the southern foot of Hengma Mountain.

The valley is deep and the forest is quiet, and the birds and beasts are far away because of her arrival, which shows the quietness and emptiness of this valley.

She took off her shirt on the outside, and the inside was a neat short brown, and she fought for an hour in the open space by the stream, and then took off her boots and went into the water to practice the knife. The cold stream overflowed her calves, there were no fish around, and before the knife came out, she was forced to swim up and down by the overflowing knife qi from her body, and some even went into the mud in panic. The flow of water from top to bottom was also blocked by her sword qi, forming a dense whirlpool in front of the station.

This kind of momentum is not a good thing.

If the master Xiao sees her late, he will definitely reprimand her: her breath is unstable!

If the heart is quiet, the breath will be round and natural, although it goes deep into the forest and the birds and beasts do not know, although it wades in the water and the fish are not surprised.

However, her state of mind could not remain calm.

Before leaving Hezhou, she wrote to Murong Jueqi, and she was worried from time to time in her heart; After replying to Li Yuzhen a few days ago, that worry was even worse. Compared with Murong Jue, she was more worried about Li Yuzhen.

Murong Jue's cultivation is the Dao of Desperation, Xiao Yan falling in love with someone else will make Murong Jue sad, but it will not hit her Dao thoughts, the crisis is whether Murong Jue can swing his sword and slash his love and enter the Dao of Desperation.

Li Yuzhen's cultivation is the heart of the sword, the heart is the sword, the stronger the belief in herself, the stronger the sword, and she pursued Xiao Yan hard, but Xiao Yan fell in love with someone else, this kind of emotional blow is not only love, but also may shake her Taoist thoughts, giving birth to "I can't have a heart", a "can't", it will damage the foundation of the heart sword!

This is what Xiao Yan is most worried about.

She has always tolerated Li Yuzhen's feelings, and this is one of the reasons.

And now she doesn't know if she's doing the right thing.

Should it be decided early on? …… No, that's useless, as long as she doesn't fall in love with someone else, Li Yuzhen won't give up.

Should that be hidden, at least, shouldn't the letter be written now? …… No, in addition to being responsible for Qingyi's feelings, she also has to respect Li Yuzhen's feelings, and concealing it is disrespectful to her.

Xiao Yan felt that he should do this, but he was uneasy after all.

Who can say that they are absolutely right in dealing with feelings? Or is that the most appropriate?

Xiao Yan is only a young man in her twenties, in the face of feelings, she can stick to her heart and make a firm choice, but she will also hesitate, be confused, and doubtful...... Isn't it the best way to do it? Will there be irreversible consequences?

She'll be scared too.

She looked up at the sky, a line of sky above the valley, narrow and high, giving people a kind of pressure, as if the blue sky was squeezing in her heart.

At this time, Zhaohua should have received the letter.

At this hour, she should have read the letter.

Xiao Yan's right hand was raised, and then fell, repeating it several times, but he was still unable to draw the knife.

If the mind is not still, what good is it to draw the sword?

She lowered her eyes and looked at the worried brow in the clear, cold water.

You're going to get through.

She said.

***

"Kill!"

Twenty miles of desert land, dark and dreary people and horses, swords and spears, arrows like dark clouds, horns, drums, horses' hooves on the ground shaking, shouting and killing, the earth is trembling. Above the desert was a clear blue sky, but it was obscured by the clouds of yellow sand and arrows raised by the horses' hooves, and the blood splattered out from the battles, sprinkling a scarlet color.

The battle between the two armies lasted from midnight to evening, and the blood-red sun gradually sank along the rocky mountains to the northwest, and the undulating hills and low hills on the desert, the reckless red willows, the spurt thorns of the red willows, the yellow grass and yellow grass that grew interspersed, the long flowing Karen River, and the corpses of countless men and horses, were all shrouded in this golden sunset. The yellow sand ground is mottled with blood, some are a large patch of wet red, and there are pools of small blood puddles, and the corpses in the river are also blood-colored...... The blood red of the river on the ground also sets off the hideous blood color of the golden sunset on the horizon.

Suddenly, a blood-colored sword light cut off the sunset on the horizon......

No, it was a blood-colored sword light that cut through the mountain of stones as the sun set.

The shrub-covered rocky mountain was just a stone from the mountainside, and it looked like a running lion from a distance, and the blood-colored sword light cut off the lion's head with a sword, and the huge mountain peak roared down, and the violent blood and qi covered the entire sky. Even the desert battlefield thirty or forty miles away made people deeply feel the violent and bloodthirsty murderous aura, as if the river of hell blood was engulfing people.

The soldiers of both warring countries showed expressions of fear, but the Oghuz soldiers had fanatical reverence in fear, and then waved their soldiers and howled, like wolves howling, and their morale increased sharply.

Whoa, whoa!

Which powerful grandmaster did Your Highness kill the enemy?

How many did you kill this time?

The battlefield, which was already showing a tendency to victory, was like an invincible banner, and the victory completely fell to the side of Oghuz.

The Yan and Zhou armies were defeated and fled.

The Oghuz cavalry roared and chased out.

In the shattered stone mountain more than thirty miles away, Murong Jue stepped on the gravel, his white clothes were like snow, and his murderous aura was like blood. The collapsed stone mountain was shattered into blood-red ash by the violent murderous aura, and was blown away by the wind, filling the sky like a blood mist.

The Oghuz Grandmasters on this side of the battlefield all flew away like frightened birds.

This murderous aura is too strong, and it hurts when you touch it!

Even if they were Acquired Realm Grandmasters, they couldn't afford this blood-level killing Dao murderous aura.

Everyone's expressions when they flew away were also stunned.

It's not that I don't know that His Highness's killing path is only half a step away from entering the innate ...... However, killing a congenital head-on is still shocking and unbelievable!

A congenital, that's it...... Killed?!

Sure enough, it's their Oghuz Killer Wolf Star!

Some of the deep-realm grandmasters are faintly worried: Your Highness's murderous aura is getting stronger and stronger, and it is becoming more and more uncontrollable.

The violent aura of the Killing Dao is too heavy, it seems to ...... Isn't it a good thing?

***

The summer rainstorm came and went quickly, and in the evening, the rain in Chang'an stopped, and after the dark clouds dispersed, the sky was full of gloom.

The sunset reflected the golden red sunset in the sky, but in Li Yuzhen's eyes, it was a blood-red color.

She took out a handkerchief to wipe away the blood stains on her lips, and in a cool, calm voice ordered to prepare for the bath.

Guan Xia Yue Qiu promised on the porch.

Hearing His Highness's calm voice, for some reason, the two of them felt cold in their hearts.

Guangtian Hall has a bath hall, as well as a barrel bath, a basin bath and a shower room, Li Yuzhen asked the maid to prepare a shower, because there is a boiler pipe to supply hot water from time to time, in fact, there is no need to make any preparations, just prepare bath towels and clothes.

Li Yuzhen wore a robe and went directly into the shower room, and the blood-stained robe and underwear at the sleeves instantly turned into ashes, and were washed into the drain by the water from the golden dragon nozzle. Red. The naked body is reflected in the crystal mirror on the white jade wall, the skin is as shiny and warm as the night pearl inlaid on the wall, the texture is smooth, and every inch of the skin seems to contain infinite tension, which can burst out with great power at any time. …… But no matter how strong it is?

If she doesn't love you, she doesn't love you.

No matter what you do, no matter how hard you try, if she doesn't love you, she doesn't love you.

There is nothing difficult in the world, as long as it is what she wants, she can get it.

But that's wrong.

No matter how much heart she has, she can't get her.

Her heart is strong and determined, but so what?

If she doesn't love you, she doesn't love you.

The master said that the mind is in the world, that is, practice, not afraid of delusions, but only afraid of not thinking. When I think of it, I can't at this time, and I can't at that time; Not today, not necessarily tomorrow. But if you have one heart, you will be able to get it.

But she has a heart...... I can't get it either.

"Poof—"

The blood in her heart spurted again.

The crystal mirror was speckled with blood, blurring her figure.

She pursed her thin lips and smashed out with her right fist, and the mirror "clicked", cracked like a spider pattern, and then shattered into powder under her true qi, and fell to the ground with a bang.

There seemed to be a click inside her body, too, and there was a crack somewhere.