Xiao Qingchen finished eating in the front hall. Let the water pavilion arrange the residence of Liu Wuzhi and Zhang Qingyan. After sending someone to send the princess back, he returned to the ink rain with Wenren Qingqian.

Painting Mandarin ducks in the ink rain has long been ready for everything. Just waiting for Xiao Qingchen and Wenren to come back. Xiao Qingchen was holding Wen Renqing's shallow hand and walking forward. He suddenly felt a pang in his heart. True Qi Condensation. Spiritual consciousness is cloudy.

Wen Ren Qingqian seemed to feel Xiao Qingchen's strangeness. Asked "what's wrong.". Xiao Qingchen waved his hand to indicate that he was fine.

But a few more steps. Xiao Qingchen only felt a stream of heat gushing out of his nose. And then drip to the ground. He then looked at it by candlelight. Bright red blood droplets.

Xiao Qingchen felt like he took out a handkerchief from his arms. Secretly wipe the blood away. On the one hand, it was seen by people who heard it.

Xiao Qingchen took a deep breath. In the middle of the eyebrows. The sword intent left by Li Xiaoyao was suppressed. His whole body was shaken.

Wen Ren turned around. looked at Xiao Qingchen and asked again, "What's wrong.". Xiao Qingchen smiled faintly and said, "It's nothing. It's just that it's a little hot and humid today."

Wen Ren looked at Xiao Qingchen strangely. Suddenly I remembered something. His face turned red suddenly. Feel turned your face away.

Xiao Qingchen's brows furrowed. The sword qi of the dust sword is faintly wrapped around the body. I'm afraid that today's performance of the "Eight Desolation Emperor Decision" will cause the Yang Qi in the body to riot here. Hurt the meridians. If it weren't for Li Xiaoyao's sword intent to suppress it. I'm afraid he's lying on the ground now.

Xiao Qingchen thought to himself, "In this way. I have to go to Shushan this year."

Walk for a while. Xiao Qingchen felt that the hand that was holding the shallow smell was hot. He squinted at the shallow smell of the people. Concerned asked, "What's wrong with you. Why are your hands so hot? Isn't it cold?"

Xiao Qingchen said and stretched out his hand to touch Wenren's shallow forehead. Then he said, "Your forehead isn't hot."

Wen Ren bowed his head and said, "I'm afraid that I just ate. Walk around now. My body is hot. All right. Just go back and take a shower."

Xiao Qingchen sighed. And he asked no more. The two of them walked back to the ink rain. A few people were already waiting in the ink rain vestibule.

Xiao Qingchen let go of Wen Renqing's hand. He said to the rainy season, "Rainy season. Wait a minute, bring me a bowl of cold tea. Rest for y, first. I'll just bathe myself."

"Yes. Young Master."

After the crowd answered. Xiao Qingchen walked into the ink rain. One corner and one upstairs. Step into your room. Then the door closes in an instant.

Xiao Qingchen is bleeding at the moment. Xiao Qingchen walked a few steps briskly. Walk over the carpet in the middle of the room. Cross your legs and knees. True luck and luck. Finger connection. Seal yourself with less yang veins. The true qi runs only to see the strength of the whole body. Xiao Qingchen's complexion is red and white.

Wen people looked at the same painting of mandarin ducks. Draw a mandarin duck to know the meaning. Laughing and saying, "Let's take a bath.". Smell people and know the meaning. With the painting mandarin duck, he walked to the hot spring after the ink rain.

The moon is bright and the stars are scarce. The wind is gusting.

Liuyu Mowu sat alone on a boulder outside the Beiliang camp. She carried a jug of wine in her hand. She looked in the direction of Beiliang City. Laugh. Uncover the mud. Then pour a sip of wine.

She drank and poured the wine. In a slightly mocking tone, he said, "It's time now."

The wind is gusting. Cause the sound of wind and waves.

"Senior sister."

Ah Youduo appeared next to the boulder at some point. Watching Liuyu Ink Dance drink alone. Shouted.

Flowing Mo Wu didn't answer. Ayudo climbs on top of the boulder. Sit next to Liuyu Ink Dance. When you smell the aroma of wine, you will know that it is the rice wine brewed by Liuyu Mowu herself.

Liuyu ink dance poured another sip of wine. And then he said, "Why are you here.". Ah Youduo said, "I'm on Qingyun Mountain. It was Grandpa Xiao who asked me to come and see you."

Liuyu Mo Wu snorted. Lonely expression.

"Senior sister. What's wrong with you." Ah Youduo has never seen such a lonely look in Liuyu Mo Wu. Lonely makes me feel distressed.

Flowing ink dance, looking up and pouring wine. Sprinkled with joy. Rice wine under the moonlight. Bright and clean. It scatters the moonlight.

This sip of the ink dance is to drink a jar of wine. Then she shook the jar away. Bang. The wine jar is torn apart.

"Senior sister." Ah Youduo looked at the flowing ink dance worriedly. She's never been like this.

Liuyu Mo Wu turned his head to look. Looking at Ah Youduo. Moments later. And then chuckled. A chuckle is followed by a laugh. There is loneliness in the laughter. Taunt. Helpless.

You Duo can't hear it. She felt like she had everything.

Moments later. The ink dance stopped laughing. Then lie down on the boulder. Eyes closed.

Ah Youduo sat with his hands and knees next to Liuyu Mowu. Looked up at the moon. It seems that there is something on the mind.

"This thing has to be so. Once Qingchen took the jade seal into his hand. That is, sixty percent of the world's luck is in the body. So Bei Liang can't be left behind." Jiang Qiansong stood in the cold night outside the Beiliang camp. Said with his back to Liuyu Mo Wu.

Liuyu Mo Wu was expressionless, and said lightly: "Sixty percent of luck is in your body. The internal injuries of "Eight Desolation Emperors" on his body have not disappeared. And then by sixty percent of the luck added. I'm afraid that the meridians are damaged and tracked."

Jiang Qiansong didn't turn around and look at Liuyu Mo Wu from beginning to end. He said, "I know. So there must be after. One comes. With the help of that trace of extreme yin qi, he eliminated the internal injuries of his "Eight Desolation Emperor Decision". And elevate its realm to the Eight Dragons Lord. Second. Although sixty percent of the luck is on the light dust. But as soon as he died. Bei Liang no queen. Luck dissipates."

Liuyu Mo Wu looked at Jiang Qiansong, who had been refusing to turn around. said lightly, "What's the matter with me?"

There was a sudden pause between the two. Only the cold wind remains. and the sound of whimpering winds.

Moments later. Jiang Qiansong said again: "Inside the ink rain."

Liuyu Mo Wu said, "I will naturally inform a few of them about this."

Jiang Qiansong nodded. said, "You know the nature of Qingchen. Although sometimes the mouth is a little flirtatious. But he's not going to do that. That's why we have to help him."

Liuyu Mowu said with a slight mockery, "Help him. Whatever you want. Just inform them of this. The rest of the thing. I don't care. I don't want to care."

Jiang Qiansong shook his head with a smile and said, "It's not that you don't want to care. Rather, I'm afraid to manage. After this incident. Bei Liang's most worrying thing for me and the prince has fallen."

Liuyu Mo Wu glanced at Jiang Qiansong. Then he turned around and walked back to the Beiliang camp.

Jiang Qiansong heard the footsteps of the ink dance and walked away. Turn around. sighed, "Why bother."

"Why bother.". Closing his eyes, Mo Wu suddenly spit out these two words.

Youduo turned her head. Glancing at the ink dance. Liuyu Mo Wu turned sideways. And he said, "It's just self-inflicted."

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