The past is like smoke, the wind and the sword are clear

Thinking of the girl's surprised and stunned expression on her face in the gazebo in the morning, Feng Jianqing couldn't help but laugh softly.

The family is ruined, the rivers and lakes are lost, and they are thrown into the Demon Sect, everything is like a dream. He didn't know why, the Demon Church elected a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy to be the leader.

But they didn't expect that the new sect leader would actually be the sect leader, the corners of Feng Jianqing's lips were slightly raised, revealing an arrogant smile, he had disciplined the demon sect and cleared the atmosphere.

That night was the first time he had seen her.

Feng Jianqing climbed over the wall and fell heavily to the ground.

He was covered in blood, his own blood, the blood of his enemies, all mixed together, and his hair was sticking to his face with sweat and blood. The deep knife wound on his right arm was shocking, but this should be the wound he didn't care about the most. He was dying, and now anyone, even a naughty boy, could easily put him to death. If no one came to his rescue, he would soon die from blood loss.

He gritted his teeth, and the broken bones, with the next heartbeat, the broken bones rubbed and crushed, and the pain pierced his heart, and all the external injuries were like fire, and the pain entered the bone marrow.

Far away, far away, soft footsteps.

I don't know who it is, but I don't think it's a good person, walking in such a remote place late at night, what kind of good person can it be? He laughed self-deprecatingly, I'm not a good person myself······ Why bother wading through this troubled water, don't others still believe me······

His consciousness gradually dimmed, but the severe pain did not diminish slightly, and now he even had the heart to die, and his right hand slowly moved towards the cold blue long sword on the ground.

"Feng Jianqing. A person said lightly.

He looked up, and standing in front of him was a young man of twenty-four or five years old, whose face was full of indistinguishable beauty, with a hint of indifference and weariness, and was smiling down.

Ling Yichen squatted down and smiled lightly: "Did you just give up?"

"I ······" Feng Jianqing said in a low voice, "I ······" He was stunned, and he didn't know how to answer.

Ling Yichen said, "Stretch out your hand and show me the wound on your arm." ”

The footsteps were getting closer.

Feng Jianqing silently stretched out his right arm, and Ling Yichen grabbed his wrist with his left hand.

There seemed to be two figures at the entrance of the alley, Ling Yichen shook his wound with his right hand, Feng Jianqing was caught off guard, and he screamed in pain with a painful "ah-" in his heart.

At the entrance of the alley, the two stopped, and Ling Yichen disappeared.

Feng Jianqing fainted, and vaguely heard someone arguing at the entrance of the alley, but he couldn't really hear it, and then the fire was dazzling, and he was startled, and the pain called him back to reality.

A girl in white holds a sword in her right hand and a fire fold in her left hand, her facial features have not yet grown, and she looks a little immature, but she is obviously beautiful and vulgar, especially a pair of starry eyes that are as bright as autumn water, the corners of her eyes are slightly upturned, and she looks cunning and cute.

There is a girl behind her, who looks mature and coquettish, although she is young, she already has the demeanor of a lady, but ······ I can't tell if there's something wrong······ There shouldn't be that kind of vile and obscene light in everyone's beautiful eyes.

The girl in white walked over, and he frowned in disgust: Why do you meet such a person at such a time? I am so immortal······ But she ······ I don't want her to see me like this······

Thinking of this, Feng Jianqing held the body of the ice flute with one hand, and let the ice flute dripping and spinning on her fingertips, she thought that she would see me for the "first time", would she think the same way?

The bottle of wound medicine······ It's something from his Ye family······ Later, of course, he inquired about her background, a little victim in the dark, he sighed heavily, he later tried to secretly protect her and take care of him, just because she saved him, or just because her father made her a sacrifice, a substitute for the death of the eldest sister? He also stopped himself more than once, and from time to time found some excuses to run to the capital, with his respect as the sect leader, it was not necessary and should not go to the front line to spy like this, just to quietly go to see her.

Why?

He thought of those smiling eyes, those two warm and soft cherry lips, and her weak struggle in his arms, and his heart fluttered slightly.

"Coo-coo," the carrier pigeon chirped impatiently outside the window.

······ What do I think? Feng Jianqing shook his head, pushed open the window, and took a roll of paper from the pigeon's leg, "Tomorrow afternoon, Tianxianglou, there is no urgency, I look forward to coming" The handwriting was very sloppy, and there was no signature, only the shape of a cloud was drawn in the lower corner. The edges of the paper were uneven, as if it had been hastily torn off.

Feng Jianqing frowned and smiled: What kind of mystery is this guy, he will be very happy the day after tomorrow, and he will have to see me tomorrow? But you can just ask him to borrow a sword.

He picked up the pen and wanted to write on the reverse side, and his mind moved, and he changed to a new piece of paper and wrote: "Obey Taiwan's orders." He didn't sign it, but rolled it up and tied it to the pigeon's leg, and the pigeon pecked his fingers and spread its wings into the darkness.

The next day, Feng Jianqing finished his stay and was about to rush to Kyoto, when Feng Susu came in a panic and said, "Ah Qing, Ran Ran is gone!"

Feng Jian cleared the sky and said, "What?"

Yes, the green is gone, everything is normal in the room, there is not a trace of chaos, and there is no trace of sleep on the bed. But······ But why didn't she leave a note explaining where she went?

This fool! Feng Jianqing frowned, she went to fight the two dragon kings alone, what are you kidding! And there is no divine sword?

He said in a deep voice: "Sister, don't worry, I'll go right away." Fu Hina flew outside the window and bowed her head and said, "Yes!" "Wait for me in the eastern suburbs of Kyoto." "Yes!" Fukuhina had mixed feelings, partly happy that the Sect Master had finally acted, partly anxious that the girl had left without permission, and perhaps fearful of facing the Dragon King.

The past is like smoke, Fang Chengyu

???: "Uncle, I have inquired, the market price of your sale is 7,000 taels of silver, this is the silver ticket of Tongbao Qianzhuang, please check it." ”

Fang Chengyu didn't answer, "Who?"

???: "People who are not worth mentioning, I will be with her tomorrow night, she will be on my left side, I will hold her right hand, so that she can't draw her sword, as soon as you make a move, you will definitely succeed." ”

Fang Chengyu said coldly: "Who?"

??? (coquettish): "Uncle Fang, can't you believe me? You are so good, help me testify, otherwise I will die because of that wicked man······ Uncle~"

Fang Chengyu sighed and picked up the silver ticket.

???: "Look, here's the map, since she's on the left, you're lying in the alley on the left, I'll laugh, you'll hear it's me, the man will be dressed in white······ Thank you uncle!"

In the evening, Fang Chengyu was lying in the alley on the left, hearing the sweet laughter of the girl, his knife was out of the sheath, without a trace of trembling, and the footsteps were close, just a little.

"Ahh

He heard the maiden's argument, and his blood froze.

······ She?

He turned out of the alley and was about to leave when he heard an unusually familiar voice.

Master?

Fang Chengyu was stunned, all this was so clever that it seemed that someone had deliberately arranged it, and the time difference was not unpleasant, he walked into the alley quickly, stretching out his knife.

The knife in Tang Xuehui's hand fell to the ground with a "dang".