Wang Jingmeng coughed softly.

His injuries were not light, whether it was the burning sensation when the medicine was opened, or the tearing pain in the meridians of his body, it made him feel uncomfortable, and there was no pleasant feeling.

But the conversation with Zheng Sleeve made him feel happy.

He didn't feel that Zheng Sleeve's words had any arrogant component, he could feel that Zheng Sleeve really knew himself.

But the more so, the more curious he became.

He couldn't help but flick his fingers.

Several gentle winds sounded, without any real power, but a faint sword intent had already been generated.

Zheng Sleeve glanced at Wang Jingmeng.

Her eyes lit up slightly, making her eyes appear larger.

Her eyelashes twitched slightly, her eyebrows only slightly raised, and she didn't seem to move anything, not even her head.

But Wang Jingmeng clearly felt her gaze fall to the sky above, and forcibly tore off a ray of light that even he couldn't perceive.

A sword intent with a sense of annihilation was generated, which seemed to come from a far away, but it quickly slashed at his sword intent.

Wang Jingmeng coughed again.

His fingers moved, although there was no strong True Yuan spray, but the shadows of his fingers were like real sword lights, constantly killing towards Zheng Sleeve.

Zheng Sleeve smiled.

In her smile, there was a cold glow in it.

Her sleeves moved slightly.

Many invisible silks of light continued to converge in front of her, shuttling in the shadows in Wang Jingmeng's hands.

These rays fill every trail perfectly.

Wang Jingmeng stopped.

He looked at the beautiful girl in amazement.

It wasn't really a sword match, but he was sure that it was the first time he had the feeling of being a chess opponent.

Since she can be sure that her comprehension and innate grasp of the sword are inferior to his, she is really inferior to him.

But at this time, the feeling infinitely close to him can only explain one problem.

Her hands looked so white and tender as if she had never touched the hilt of the sword, but in fact, she had put in an effort that ordinary people could not have imagined.

He admired it at first, but now he couldn't help but admire it.

"I'm not like you, I can't be too distracted, I have to be extremely focused on something. ”

Zheng Sleeve easily guessed what he was thinking at this time from his gaze, she lowered her head slightly, for the entire Jiaodong County, her expression and posture at this time were unprecedentedly soft, "Even if you use a sword, you can learn countless swords, because your talent is too good, the sword in the world is in your heart, you can use it, just come at hand, but I'm different, I'm not as talented as you, I only learn one sword scripture." ”

Wang Jingmeng said sincerely: "Concentration is also a good thing. ”

Zheng Sleeve said softly: "What I learned is the Starfire Sword, which is a sword scripture that traces back the vitality of the stars, allowing perception to communicate with the sparks in the sky that exceed the original limit of perception, so as to lead down more of the sparkling vitality for my use." For ordinary cultivators, this sword sutra is naturally unimaginably powerful sword sutra, because they can't imagine that a person's perception can reach thousands of zhang or even tens of thousands of zhang away, and they can touch the eternal starry sky, but I feel it myself, like all the rest of the sword sutra, this sword sutra I have cultivated naturally has something that can be improved, if it is possible in the future, I also hope that you can help me. ”

Honesty is always the best way to communicate.

Wang Jingmeng likes this kind of conversation with her very much.

So he nodded naturally and said, "Okay." ”

......

A carriage stopped outside the Falling Moon Residence.

This is a very ordinary carriage, but the coachman who holds the horse is the steward of the Zhong family.

In the carriage sat a young man.

What he said in the report was the third son of the Zhong family.

However, when the carriage stopped in the inner courtyard of Luoyue Yaju, when Lin Zhuojiu saw the young man who came out of the carriage, he was slightly stunned.

He felt that this young man was not Zhong Jingyu, the third son of the Zhong family.

Because the steward of the Zhong family seemed too restrained and too awe-inspiring in front of this young man.

"I'm Yingwu. ”

The young man walked up to him, saluted him, and said softly, "You should be Lin Zhujiu, and I came to see Wang Jingmeng." ”

......

The courtyard is still quiet.

Ying Wu followed Lin Zhujiu and walked forward.

His expression was solemn and modest, but his heart was very apprehensive.

He felt that Gu Liren's death and what Wang Jingmeng was doing now and what he wanted to do were common in many places.

But human contact cannot be imagined alone.

He was very worried that Wang Jingmeng was unwilling to meddle in his affairs and was unwilling to do something with him.

The smell of medicine and wine rushed into his nose and woke him from his contemplation.

He walked through the courtyard gate, but his breathing was involuntarily.

He didn't see Wang Jingmeng for the first time, but he saw a young girl sitting at the stone table in the courtyard.

He couldn't put into words how he was feeling.

For he could not describe the beauty of this young girl in words.

He is a true royal family, he has seen countless beautiful women in Changling, but he seems to be incomparable to this girl at all.

And this girl has an indescribable temperament, the moment he just made eye contact with this woman, he felt that the other party seemed to be carrying a new world into his world.

The girl didn't say a word, just sat there quietly, but let him vaguely guess the identity of the other party.

He hesitated for a breath, then bowed slightly, and asked softly, "Jiaodong County, Zheng Sleeve?"

The girl stood up naturally, she saluted, and then said: "I thought that Zhong Jingyu would come, but I didn't expect that it was the eldest prince who came in person." ”

Ying Wu bowed his head slightly.

In this way, he appears to be more calm and humble.

He resumed his breath and took a deep breath, but his heart was already beating violently.

"It seems like I've been really lucky. ”

He said with some emotion.