In this Yong'an City, it is not easy to reach the middle stage of Anlu at his age.

According to common sense, Xia Yunqiu, who is good at living in the dark, once rises, it should be radiant, and the sword intent is forcing talents.

Looking at the past now, although there is sword intent in his eyes, his eyes are gray, his eyes are green, and the expression on his face is more usual, and he is more withdrawn and cold.

On his handsome face, there was a deep mark of the whip.

At this moment, he walked step by step, and his back was no longer straight, even with a little ricketism.

Under the cold wind, his clothes were thin, and the cold wind poured into his neckline, and he seemed to be a little unbearable, coughing violently, and his body trembled slightly.

Luo Qingyi looked at him calmly and coughed repeatedly, and a hint of mockery appeared in his beautiful eyes.

"When did the people of Rashomon become the lackeys of the Zhao family?"

Xia Yunqiu's eyes were very strong, and he coughed uncomfortably.

Then he rolled up his sleeves expressionlessly and said, "It's all lackeys, it doesn't matter who it is......

In Rashomon, he felt the murderous intent of the door master, and if it weren't for the door master's emergency retreat, he would not be able to take care of him, a little person.

Otherwise, he would have already become one of the piles of bones under the Great Hall of Nasenleng.

"But...... I heard that this small manor is Gu Jinyan's private territory, and I also heard that ruining this place will make Gu Jinyan very painful, so I came. ”

In the depths of those gloomy eyes, the flames of revenge and shame burned.

Luo Qingyi pointed her chin with a finger with some distress, her eyes penetrated the body and mind, and she twisted her eyebrows.

"It's boring for you to think about such childish things in your own body to such a point. ”

Xia Yunqiu frowned deeply, and a hint of extremely reactive flush appeared on his pale face: "I'm not sick!"

Luo Qingyi admittedly changed into a doctor's face, and said seriously with a small face.

Your eyes and face are swollen, your waist is weak and unconscious, you are clearly a cultivator but you are afraid of cold, you are not energetic and sluggish, I just saw you speak, your tongue is thin and white, it is obvious that you are deficient in kidney yin and yang......"

The more they talked, the more strange the other people's faces became.

Pei Zhan even secretly glanced at Luo Qingyi, and then at Xia Yunqiu, who had a gloomy face, and then tried to hold back a smile.

Luo Qingyi didn't seem to see Xia Yunqiu's increasingly ugly face, and said to himself.

"Have you been captured by the people of the Hehuan Sect and locked up for a few months?

This time, even Zhao Heye, who had been putting on a dead face, glanced back at Xia Yunqiu, his eyes were like looking at a clown.

A sentence evoked the most terrifying memories in Xia Yunqiu's heart.

He trembled with anger and roared, "Woman, I'll kill you first!"

The sword against the cold came out, and the frost butterflies flew one after another.

One by one, the crystal clear frost butterflies cut the snowflakes into countless powders and swooped towards Luo Qingyi.

Luo Qingyi didn't even raise her eyes, her thumb gently pushed the Chengying Sword out an inch, and the sword light in the sky burst out violently under her palm, slashing the countless cold butterflies to pieces.

Xia Yunqiu snorted, and a line of blood overflowed from the corner of his pale lips.

Seeing the strength of this woman, he didn't dare to make a random move.

Pei Zhan touched his chin and said: "This sword falls into your hands, but it also complements each other, girl, your swordsmanship is rare in the world, Xiao Sheng is very curious, why a character like you is not subordinate to the Ye family's sword army, but is willing to succumb to the Huang army, which has the weakest combat effectiveness." ”

Luo Qingyi slowly pushed the Chengying Sword back, and said without raising his eyes: "Then you just keep being curious, I don't have time to explain this to you." ”

This time, it was Murong Heng who was looking at him.

In the west, a frozen river is rapidly melting ice, young leaves are breaking through the soil, warm winds are blowing cold winds, alternating between hot and cold, and a magical revival force comes from the west.

And the far west is the dead Chu.

Murong Heng's face was pale, and his sleeves were clenched with his fists.

A tall body, three days ago, received a secret message from the Zhao family.

He let go of the sect, everything big and small, and went all the way south.

It wasn't until tonight that he came to this manor in the stars and the moon.

His name is Li Fangshen, from the Dead Chu, Qianqiu Sect!

Murong Heng recognized this person's identity at a glance, or rather, she had already recognized the aura before she saw this person's figure.

When she was young, she was the daughter of the common people in Kyoto City, Chu State.

At that time, the state of Chu was not destroyed, and the Qianqiu Sect was the power of the state of Chu.

And he is the son of a distinguished official, the young sect master of the Qianqiu Sect, and the person who thousands of women in the Chu Kingdom wanted to marry back then.

She was only five years old at the time, and she had just passed the age of wearing open crotch pants, so naturally she didn't think much about this young sect master of the Qianqiu Sect.

It's just that the fame of Li Fang Shen is still widely spread in Kyoto.

Back then, the high-headed Malaysian boy was high-spirited and issued in Guanzhou.

Double-winged feathers, big robes.

That young and chic posture is clearly engraved in the heart of every girl.

It's a pity that Murong Heng was not a girl at that time, and he couldn't remember his stunning and chic appearance back then.

I just deeply remembered that at that time, there was a powerful aura emanating from his body, and he had a lofty temperament that was different from ordinary people.

Five-year-old Murong Heng made a wish from then on, when she grew up, she would also become strong, ride that tall horse, and gallop freely on the grassland.

Later, the kingdom was destroyed.

She became a slave of the country, and could no longer ride a big horse, so she could only go back and forth with a group of people in the carriage, and was sold by others.

Now, the old ...... is in a different country It's not an old person, it's just that I'm seeing the brilliant people of the past, but now it's the country is ruined, and things are wrong.

Watching him come on foot, the edge is no longer exposed, but it is as restrained and natural as the deep sea, and a pair of eyes are as bright as ever, but the big white horse is no longer seen.

Murong Heng's gaze fell on him for a long time, and he fell into deep thought, really puzzled.

Because she felt that this Li Fangshen was not as good-looking as that little prince, how could she make so many young girls from the Chu Kingdom die for him like this?

She remembered that even the short-lived imperial sister in her palace who had never met was once obsessed with him, right?

Murong Heng sneered in his heart.

But her imperial sister died, but he was still alive and well, and he became the last hope for the restoration of the Chu State.

But when Beili invaded in one fell swoop, where was he, Li Fangshen, who enjoyed the position of the young sect master?

Is it in the safety of that high-rise building, watching the girls who once loved him being slaughtered and bullied by the Beili army?

The mocking arc of the corners of Murong Heng's mouth became deeper and deeper.

Restoration?

Why did he return to the country?

In what capacity did he come back to the country?!

Li Fangshen's footsteps were very steady, and he walked step by step, walking to the gate of the manor, but he didn't go in.

He took a deep look at Murong Heng behind Luo Qingyi, and his eyes were bright.

Under Murong Heng's mocking gaze, his realm was unexpectedly loose, and there were signs of loosening in his heart for many years, which made him smell a trace of Tongyuan Realm.

Sure enough, his decision to go all the way south was the right one!

"Your Majesty, Li Fangshen!

Li Fangshen had the fiery taste of confusion on his face, slowly bowed his waist and knelt down on one knee.

knelt in the direction that Murong Heng was facing him, and his posture was subdued and powerful.

Murong Heng, who has always been accustomed to kneeling to others, is now accepting the standard kneeling of a former glorious person and now a strong man.

Instead of feeling a trace of pleasure and enjoyment, she only felt that all this happened extremely disgusting!

"Li Fang Shen ......," she called out his name with a flat face.

Zhao He looked at this scene coldly.

Xia Yunqiu covered his lips and coughed lightly, blood continued to burst out from his fingers, and his eyes were gloomy.

Pei Zhanling stood in mid-air, his eyes contemplative.

Luo Qingyi slowly closed her eyes, facing a stronger enemy than the other, her face was still indifferent, and she didn't say a word.

A flush of excitement welled up on Li Fangshen's face, and his head lowered even deeper.

"It's the minister, I didn't expect a quick glance on the street back then, and I was lucky enough to let Her Royal Highness the princess remember this name. ”

At this moment, Murong Heng actually felt that the words 'Her Royal Highness the Princess' had become extremely harsh.

The sharp nails dug deep into the flesh, and the intense pain made her face even colder.

She was not afraid of the aura of peace and strength coming from his body, and said coldly, "Who asked you to come here?" ”