Yun Ruohan never thought that one day he would be tempted by a woman.

Feelings may be like this, when you are unprepared, launch a surprise attack, catch you off guard, and make you lose your armor.

Yuntianmen, one of the most noble three sects in the Xuanwu Kingdom, nearly 100 disciples in the door, all of them have been taken to the deep mountains since childhood, here are cloudy and misty all year round, the left side is the cliff, the right side is the vast sea, as if isolated outside the entire Shijie, every year there will be specific people to the cities and towns to search for children with excellent muscles and bones, and enter the door as a disciple.

Yun Ruohan is very lucky, because he is the biological son of the nineteenth generation of the head of the family, born in the winter of the cold winter of Layue, it is said that when he was born, the snow was flying, and the mountains were covered in silver, which was beautiful.

From a crying baby to a four or five-year-old child, Yun Ruohan first learned not to be naughty, but how to squat on the plum blossom pile, carrying a big bucket on the left and right sides of the flat shoulder against the sun, in the midsummer afternoon, sweating and practicing the basic skills, from the initial torment, to the later habitual, Yun Ruohan's temperament was also honed to be restrained and gentle.

Few people have ever seen him angry.

His favorite thing is to lie on the lawn with a weed in his mouth after cultivation and watch the sun, the warm sunlight envelops him, warm and comfortable, and then his sister Yun Ruoshui will trot over, while he is asleep, pinch his nose, until he is out of breath, then he throws his steps away, the crisp and pleasant laughter like a silver bell is the most beautiful note Yun Ruohan has ever heard.

He thought that his life would go on so ordinarily and to the fullest until that day.

A man wearing a wide-sleeved brocade robe, carrying a long sword with a pitch-black body, and riding a snow-white sweaty BMW came majestically, shouting at the door of the sect with a majestic voice, his father, as the head of the sect at the time, led his disciples to fight!

At that time, he was still young, and he was obviously very scared, but he still pretended to be old, hugged his sister who didn't know anything, and listened carefully to the movement outside from the gap in the closet.

He heard the earth tremble, he heard the air burning, he heard the sky cracking!

When all the sounds were gone, his shijie was silent, he ran out of the closet in horror, and along the way he saw a lot of blood, a large area sprinkled all over the courtyard, and he saw that on the stone steps in front of the stone lion, his father's clothes were in tatters, and his mouth was spitting blood, and he was angry like a gossamer.

From that day on, Yun Ruohan understood what hatred was, what was powerless, he practiced wildly, sleepless day and night, he hated himself for being so weak?

His mother couldn't stand his masochistic cultivation speed, and cried and pressed his ass and beat him hard, Yun Ruohan was already eleven years old at that time, and he was no longer a young child, but a young man, but he was beaten by his mother so that tears and snot kept falling, he screamed in pain, and roared in pain.

"I'm too weak! I'm too weak, mother! If I could be stronger, my father wouldn't be like this, I'm useless, I'm too weak. ”

That day, he saw his mother's red eyes, and he heard his mother say to herself: "Ruohan, it's not your fault, it's not your fault! It's your father's bad life, it's this thief who owes him! It's not your fault, son." ”

Yun Ruohan slowed down the speed of cultivation in order not to let his parents worry, he began to learn to laugh, smiled gently, and laughed so much that many female disciples in the door blushed and heartbeat, he began to restrain his thoughts, he thought that as long as he disguised himself as mysterious, he could become powerful.

Xuanwu Kingdom suddenly held a selection competition, and the second uncle, who had become the sect master of Yuntianmen, called him over, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Ruohan, the prestige of Yuntianmen this time depends on you." ”

He nodded in response, but in fact, he hated this sect that made his father lose everything, but no one could see this hatred except himself, he was going to go on the road alone, who would have thought that he actually saw Yun Ruoshui at the foot of the mountain, she smiled mischievously, she wanted to be with herself, Yun Ruohan had always spoiled her, so she could only nod and agree.

The two of them traveled day and night, and finally arrived in the imperial city two days before the registration deadline, and this town with bright lights and carved pavilions and jade fences opened his eyes.

For many years later, he couldn't forget this place, is there such a person, because of her, you fall in love with a city, because of her, you don't want to step into this city again, even if you pass by, it is only a short stop, and this city passes by.

Here he met a man, a woman with an arrogant face and a cold heart.

He thought he would never forget it, when he first met, she was calm and calm in the eyes of everyone's ridicule, and she was obviously such a face that could not be found in the crowd, but it made him remember it vividly, she was holding a milk doll, followed by a man and a woman, trampling the mockery of the place, straightening her back, and walking away step by step.

The sun rendered her figure extraordinarily majestic, and he was stunned for a while, never knowing that a woman who was not good-looking could be thrillingly beautiful.

It wasn't until his sister on the side poked his arm that he came back to his senses: "Brother, what are you looking at?"

He only smiled lightly and shook his head silently.

Later, he kept hearing her name from his sister's mouth, Sima Ruyi, Sima Ruyi, she was the world-famous waste material? Yun Ruohan laughed mockingly, he thought, is this world too ignorant, or is she hiding it too well? How can a person with such a style be a waste?

He began to pay attention to her in the mouths of others, heard that she was illiterate, he sneered, heard that she had been bullied since she was a child, he was stunned, heard that she had stopped King Rui's good horse on the street, and almost became a dead soul under the horse, he was afraid, he heard that ......

Then he heard about it, but he heard the bento and listened to it, and it faded away.

How could she be the one she was rumored to be?

So, his curiosity about her was out of control, and when he heard his sister propose to go to the post station to see her, Yun Ruohan even took out a brand-new brocade robe from his baggage, dressed himself up in the most perfect appearance, and went to see her.

It's a pity that the conversation was not pleasant, she seemed to be very disgusted with the word friend, her cold refusal, made Yun Ruohan lost, at this time, fortunately, there was a simple girl in the middle of the gag, he was finally able to stand side by side with her, watching her skillfully enter the Qinglou to negotiate with the bustard, he couldn't help but laugh, more and more felt that she was different from other women.

She is indifferent, but not ruthless, she is articulate, but she never hurts, she is extraordinary, but she always forbears, when King Rui provokes her words, he is angry!

That night, he came uninvited again, just to see her more, the reason was almost ridiculous, what made her agree to be friends with Yun Ruoshui, in fact, everything was just his selfishness.

On the next day's martial arts arena, he fell in love with Sima Yi, the woman who had been bullying her and insulting her in rumors, and for a second, he even wanted to smash Sima Yi's throat and scratch her face, but when he defeated Sima Yi, when he was about to win, what came to his mind was her oath to heaven and earth in the first competition.

At that moment, what sectarian orders, what Guangzong Yaozu, were all left behind by him, he only knew that she was going to defeat Sima Yi with her own hands, so he raised his hand to admit defeat, just to leave her a chance to take revenge!

If someone told Yun Ruohan before, he would fall in love with a young girl, a girl with a poor appearance and a quirky personality, he would definitely laugh, but when feelings came, he couldn't avoid it.

In the mercenary guest house, he saw the biggest enemy in his life, Mu Shaoqiu, but he was no longer the reckless and impulsive teenager he was at the beginning, he knew that his strength was not enough to match the other party, so he gave everything and everything, thinking that in this way, he could make her dispel the idea of participating in the finals.

Who knows, she is so stubborn, so determined, he is speechless.

She said: "I, Sima Ruyi, have never retreated without a fight. ”

"I'm going to win," she said. ”

She said......

She said many, many things, and shattered his self-righteousness one by one, and for the first time he found that she was such a proud woman, even if she died in battle, she would never flinch! At that moment, he was ashamed of his thoughts, and he even felt that he was not even qualified to stand by her side.

She was arrogant, even though she knew that the road ahead was bumpy, she still did not hesitate to move forward, but he saw that the enemy was in front of him, but because of his strength, he could only endure it, how he envied her wantonness, how envious of her determination, how he hated such indecisive himself.

Even at one point, he thought that she would look down on herself, but before leaving, she said: "If Mu Shaoqiu comes to trouble me, I will take revenge on your father!"

She spoke solemnly and freely, as if it were just a trivial matter.

A warm current surged up the tip of his heart, making his eyes glaze.

Sima Ruyi, how do you want me not to love you, how do you want me to let go?

In the middle of the night, Yun Ruohan stood quietly by the carved window in a white brocade robe, looking at the direction of the post station, a pair of black eyes were warm and rippling, and in the slightly curled red lips, he spit out lingeringly: "Sima Ruyi......"

Just calling your name can make him feel like his life has been fulfilled.

It's as if all the sufferings and pains in the first half of his life are just for today, to see her.

I don't know how deep it is, how deep is it?

When no one is there in the middle of the night, who listens to the love words?