The autumn wind blows down the second more laurel, and a burst of floral fragrance comes, which is provocative.

If the wind follows the stars, it also drifts with the wind, just like the spring thunder into the night, blowing up the waves in the heart of the autumn boat.

Fortunately, if the real wind and clouds are here, they will also show such a surprised expression.

"Why did my sister say this?"

The heavy night covered Qiu Fang's expression, and the wind followed the stars with his back, and he didn't want to see what his so-called brother's expression was at the moment, and told the past in a low voice: "My real parents died at the hands of the thieves of the East Pole Gate eighteen years ago. ”

Feng Suixing muttered, when he blurted out the three words of Dongjimen, Qiu Fang's heart sank, with his identity at the moment, he categorically did not dare to refute, but if he wanted to accompany Feng Suixing to scold a few words of Dongjimen, he naturally couldn't say it. So he simply didn't talk to him, and waited for the wind to follow the stars.

Seeing that Qiu Fang didn't speak, the wind followed the stars to gather the green silk scattered in her ears, she went out overnight, wearing a fluttering Luo dress, looking thin in the hazy moonlight.

"My father told me all this. Eighteen years ago, there were many disputes in Los Angeles, several major families and sects fought for territory, and finally, when it was time for a showdown, they went their separate ways and fell into a scuffle outside the city. Feng Suixing said as he landed his gaze on the sandalwood eaves in the distance, and the mist in his eyes was confused.

"I've heard of some, but I only know a corner, but I don't know the whole picture."

Eighteen years ago, Qiu Fang heard about it, and sighed lightly.

"My original surname is Shui, a single name and a heart character, and my biological father is a shadow and ink envoy. For this reason, I have lived in the name of the daughter of the suzerain since I was born. At this point, Feng Suixing pursed his lips and looked up at the stars in the sky, and then continued.

"In that melee, my biological father died fighting for the Mo Sect, and he died to save the sect master's father. After that, I naturally became the eldest lady of the Mo Sect, and the sect master treated me as his own. The wind whispered in a low voice, although the one-year-old child had no memory of what happened at that time, but when it came to his biological father, a young girl was always a little sad.

Xu was afraid that Qiu Fang would say the wrong thing, so He Wangshu sent another passage into his mind: "The Shadow Ink Envoy is the highest-ranking one among the secret agents of the Mo Sect, and the only person who knows his true identity is the Sect Master of the Mo Sect. Everyone else only knows his name, but never knows who he is. ”

Fortunately, He Wangshu's intelligence ability is excellent, and he has mastered these secrets of the Mo Sect, otherwise Qiu Fang will definitely ask why you have to survive in the name of Feng Zheng's daughter as soon as you are born.

Feng Suixing didn't give Qiu Fang a chance to interject, but just sighed: "First, the sect master is ashamed of my father, and second, I am the shadow ink who makes my daughter dare not tell the world. So, you know why the sect master and mother are so obedient to me, right? ”

"How did my sister think of talking about these things?" Qiu Fang said in a tone that followed the wind and clouds, showing a bit of coldness between his words.

Feng Suixing was stunned when she heard this, where did she think that Feng Suixing in front of her was pretended by Wu Qiufang, only that her younger brother still had a grudge against her.

"I know that you always say that I refuse to give in to you everything, and always think that my father does not like to talk to you because he is partial to me. Even when my mother died, you think it was due to my domineering. But, where it all came from..."

The voice of the wind and the stars became weaker, and I don't know if it was swallowed up by the autumn wind, or if she didn't say any more, and the bluestone road fell silent.

Feng Suixing opened his mouth, but stopped again. She wanted to confide in this fetters that had haunted her since she could remember, and she wanted to tell Feng Suiyun that there was also unknown pain behind her brutal and domineering.

After all, the more arrogant she is, the more trouble she brings to Feng Zheng, and Feng Zheng will get the feeling of atonement.

Seeing that the wind was silent with the star, Wu Qiufang came sideways, only to feel that the wind with the star's body was trembling slightly, and he couldn't see her cheeks, but he could feel this incomprehensible sadness.

The young man hates being domineering, but he can't bear to see the misery of the world. He pondered for a moment, but still put aside his prejudices and comforted: "I didn't take this to heart. ”

He didn't care whether Feng Suixing believed it or not, he just felt that he should say so at this moment, no matter how many sins Feng Suixing had committed, after all, to this day, his own eyes had never seen Feng Suixing kill people and set fires, at most it was just an attempted murder.

"You, really don't take it to heart?"

The wind suddenly turned around with the stars and looked at Wu Qiufang in a daze.

"Don't let go." Qiu Fang's tone was sonorous, although he didn't have any brothers and sisters, but when he saw this situation, he no longer cared about what was good or evil.

After receiving the answer, Feng Suixing's face looked a little better. waved his hand and smiled bitterly: "Okay, my sister won't bully you in the future." ”

At the end, Feng Suixing added: "But the Wang Guya in my yard, you must not touch it." ”

As soon as her voice fell, a trace of warmth rose in Qiu Fang's heart, but for a moment, she was annoyed, how good it would be if she let the real wind and clouds hear it.

I think so, but I can't ask the wind to follow the stars to find the real wind and follow the clouds to nag. Qiu Fang nodded resignedly, and continued to say in a pinched tone: "Yes, yes, yes, what my sister says." ”

Feng Suixing saw that the fake brother agreed, and also put away the expression that Fang was about to cry at any time, pouted and ordered: "Tonight's matter, remember to keep it secret, my father said that the stakes are very important, and many people can't know about it." ”

Qiu Fang still nodded respectfully, and even smiled secretly in his heart: "Don't talk about secrecy, tomorrow you see the face of Feng Suiyun, and he really doesn't know about it." ”

Playing is playing, Qiu Fang felt a little sorry for Feng Suixing taking the initiative to untie the knot between his sister and brother, but unfortunately it was not really Feng Suiyun who was standing here tonight.

The real Feng Suiyun is a person who tells the truth and tells half lies and half lies with one mouth, Feng Suixing naturally knows this well, and seeing that Wu Qiufang promised happily, he glanced at him suspiciously, and seemed to be still worried that this was just perfunctory.

But a sudden roar in the backyard made Feng Suixing forget her worries.

"Father?"

Feng Suixing asked in surprise, and as soon as the words fell, he looked at Qiu Fang.

The two looked at each other, and Qiu Fang just wanted to talk, but he heard an angry shout from the backyard: "Who is coming!" ”

Qiu Fang didn't guess and knew that this voice was roared by Feng Zheng, and it seemed that this Mo Sect was not necessarily peaceful.

"Father's voice, go and see."

Hearing Feng Zheng's reprimand, Feng Suixing's face showed worry, the people who can confront Feng Zheng in the Mo Sect are also the second type of people, if there is a big fight, the disciples of the Mo Sect are afraid that no one will be able to sleep peacefully. Wu Qiufang is even more sympathetic to this, after all, the same drama was staged at Dongjimen a few days ago.

"I think it's a thief from the East Pole Gate." The wind swept over Wu Qiufang's face in his mind, and he gritted his teeth and said. It is no wonder that in the war eighteen years ago, many of the big families that once dominated for a while disappeared, and now in Los Angeles, the only ones who can break hands with the Mo Sect are the Dongjimen family.

Wu Qiufang didn't know that in the blink of an eye, Feng Suixing had already skinned the East Pole Gate once in his mind. The young man suddenly turned his head and glanced at Feng Suixing, and a plan was born in his heart.

"Sister, there will be a lot of people for a while, and I'm afraid it's not very elegant for you to dress like this as an eldest lady."

At this moment, the spirit bird has already detected Feng Suiyun and got up to leave the house, and at this time, let Feng Suixing and himself rush to the backyard, and it will inevitably stage a drama of Li Kui vs. Li Ghost. Fortunately, Feng Suixing's black saro clothes were difficult to get into the elegant hall, which gave Wu Qiufang an excuse to break her up.

Feng Suixing looked down at himself when he heard this, thinking that what Wu Qiufang said was not unreasonable, so he didn't hesitate to delay for a moment and rushed towards his courtyard.

Seeing that the wind followed the stars away, Wu Qiufang turned into the dense forest next to the boulevard with a dodge, spit out the sullen breath that had been held in his chest for a long time, and took advantage of the night to change his body back to Wang Guya.

"I see you're getting more and more skilled at lying."

There was no one around, and the blackbird jumped up again, landed on the branch, and smiled at the boy as he looked out.

Qiu Fang was stunned when he heard this, he was forced to make a living in the past few days, and he had to say or do these false things. Fortunately, he is only a small Taoist, not a little monk, otherwise the master would have to take a Zen staff to teach him not to speak to monks.

"Uncle Shi, let's take a look?" Qiufang didn't pay attention to He Wangshu's jokes, these days after getting along, Wu Qiufang has touched He Wangshu's veins to some extent, as long as he doesn't fight with him, no matter how much he plays, he will rot in his stomach.

Seeing that Qiu Fang didn't answer his own provocation, He Wangshu said happily: "Let's take a look, let's just hide away and let the bird probe." In my opinion, after a while, there will be a lot of masters in this backyard, and if there is a mistake, I will not be able to protect you. ”

When He Wangshu stopped boasting about himself one day, it means that he is indeed not even sure of this matter. Wu Qiufang couldn't understand this easy-to-understand truth, and he didn't dare to let him take the risk, so he had to agree to He Wangshu's proposal, and with a flick of his fingers, he chased after the spirit bird.

Seeing this, the blackbird fluttered in the air a few times, turned the bird's body, and shot towards the backyard like a wisp of green smoke.

Qiu Fang smiled bitterly and shook his head, these ten uncles and nine uncles are really two extremes, one is afraid that the world will disturb his sword heart, and the other is afraid that the world will leak his role.

The dead tree in the middle of the backyard seemed to be a little bigger than the day before, and if it weren't for the embrace of two or three adult men, it really wouldn't have been able to measure how wide it was.

There were several black-robed figures standing outside the backyard, thinking they were the ink envoys of the Mo Sect.

The protagonist of tonight's scene is in the courtyard.

There are two figures standing in front of and behind the dead tree, a middle-aged man in a black robe, with long black hair, his temples have been dyed with white frost, and some fine lines are faintly visible on his cheeks, but his eyes are heroic and imposing, like two daggers firmly pointing at another person behind the dead tree.

"Presumably this person is Feng Zheng." Qiu Fang thought in his heart that he was far away at the moment, and it was all because the spirit bird hung on the wall and quietly looked in.

The other figure was also dressed in black cloth, not necessarily strong, but not thin, as if to merge with the night, with a golden mask on his face, shining under the bright moon. To Qiu Fang's surprise, this person did not hide his strong cultivation at all, and his fierce momentum was full of oppression, as if he was going to destroy the world as soon as he made a move. Feng Suixing, who had just arrived, only looked at it a few more times before he felt his throat ache, and unconsciously took two steps back.

"This person is so strong!"

Qiu Fang sighed in his heart, he had seen the fighting method of the Black Shadow and Zhou Zong, and knew how capable these people who stood at the top of the world were, and even vaguely felt that this person was stronger than Feng Zheng.

At this moment, He Wangshu's blackbird also leaned towards the spirit bird, and said in a serious tone that Qiu Fang had never heard: "Be careful, this person is already half of the first type of people." ”