The night faded, and the long night finally dawned.

Inside the ruined temple, there was a weak moan.

"Ahem!" Murong Ziyun lay on the haystack and opened her beautiful eyes slightly, struggling to prop herself up, looking around.

I didn't see Lu Chen's figure, thinking back to what happened last night, frowning slightly. She wanted to stand up, but accidentally touched the wound, and suddenly there was a sharp pain in her chest, and she was stunned to find that her clothes were very messy, as if there were traces of being torn, and the wound was wrapped with a layer of clean green yarn, which should have been carefully handled, otherwise, with the kind of injury yesterday, it is estimated that she would not survive today.

Thinking of the scene where her body was looked at and touched by the opposite sex, Murong Ziyun couldn't help but feel extremely ashamed, even if this person was trying to save her life, she couldn't forgive it.

Crunch, the gate of the broken temple was pushed open, and Lu Chen walked in with a hare in one hand and a mountain fruit in the other.

"Senior sister, how is it, are your injuries getting better?" Lu Chen said with a smile.

Murong Ziyun had a cold face, walked in front of Lu Chen, and slapped him hard when he shook his hand.

There was a snap, and a loud sound echoed in the courtyard.

Lu Chen was stunned for a moment, he didn't come back to his senses for a long time, and there was a clear palm print on his face in an instant.

Murong Ziyun took the mountain fruit from Lu Chen's hand, turned around and went into the broken temple, and didn't say anything.

Lu Chen was stunned for a long time, feeling the burning pain on his face, he silently threw the rabbit to the ground, turned around and walked out of the broken temple again, and when he came back, he was holding a pile of dry firewood in his hand.

The dry wood was lit, and it took some effort to clean the rabbit and set it up on the fire to roast.

The sky is not beautiful, and an autumn rain began to sprinkle on the vast land again.

Murong Ziyun sat on the dry pyre, quietly recuperating her body, a burst of gluttonous meat fragrance came, she opened her beautiful eyes, it turned out to be the smell of roast rabbit.

Gollum, I haven't eaten for a day, and my empty belly has begun to protest, and Murong Ziyun's face is slightly red.

Lu Chen turned his back to the other party, and said in a deep voice: "Eat some, you can recover when you are full!"

Murong Ziyun hesitated for a while, then got up and came to the fire, and said indifferently: "Remember, nothing happened yesterday, don't say anything when you go back!"

"Well, I know!" Lu Chen nodded and didn't say anything more.

Seeing this, Murong Ziyun's cold pretty face looked better, so she reached out and gently pulled off a piece of golden rabbit meat, and ate it slowly.

But Lu Chen's next sentence made her angry and her face turned red: "It felt good yesterday!"

"You...!" Murong Ziyun glared at her beautiful eyes with a look of shame.

Lu Chen looked at each other playfully: "What am I?"

"You are shameless!" Murong Ziyun couldn't help but scold angrily.

Lu Chen nibbled on the barbecue and teased: "Where am I shameless!"

"You were last night...!" Murong Ziyun pointed at the other party with a flushed face, and he didn't say a reason for a long time.

Lu Chen said slowly: "I saved your life yesterday, and then you gave me a slap in the face, but I know that I don't suffer!"

"You still say, shut up for me!" Murong Ziyun's pretty face suddenly turned cold, and in anger, she drew her sword and prepared to stab at Lu Chen.

Lu Chen's eyes were quick, and he quickly flicked the Flowing Shadow Sword away, and reached out to grab Murong Ziyun's wrist and threw it on the grass pile on the side, and the whole person was pressed down.

"Get out of here!" Murong Ziyun shouted eagerly.

Lu Chen grabbed the other party's hands with both hands, face to face, and said viciously: "Murong Ziyun, you listen to me, not everyone is used to your eldest lady's temper. You're just a woman, what's the big deal!"

Forcibly suppressed by a member of the opposite sex, Murong Ziyun looked angry, and wanted to struggle frantically, but there was no way to resist the other party: "I'll kill you!"

"Shut up, believe it or not, I'll do it for you now!" Lu Chen said in a cold tone, completely losing his usual calm.

Murong Ziyun said in shame: "Lu Chen, you are so bold, you dare to be inferior to me, do you know my identity, I will definitely make you look good when you return to the sect!"

"Hmph, make me look good, don't forget, it's just the two of us here, if I want to think a little crookedly, you think about the consequences. What if you are the daughter of the sect master, do others deserve to die?" Lu Chen approached the other party and said in a solemn tone.

Murong Ziyun was instantly shocked by Lu Chen's momentum, biting her lip and not making a sound, the two of them were face to face, their eyes were facing each other, maintaining this ambiguous posture, and no one moved.

Feeling the hot air spewing from the other party's mouth and nose, as well as the sound of the other party's heartbeat, Murong Ziyun's pretty face turned red.

"Senior sister, don't do some things too much, everyone is fine!" Seeing that Murong Ziyun's emotions calmed down, Lu Chen slowly stood up and walked to the fire.

Murong Ziyun stared at the ceiling with blank eyes, her thoughts in a mess.

The autumn rain is dripping, and the weather is gradually getting colder.

On this day, neither of them spoke, falling into a state of silence.

Lu Chen took into account Murong Ziyun's injury, so he didn't leave to go back to Longyanggang, leaning on the stone pillar and looking at the scenery outside, he always had doubts in his heart and didn't want to be innocent.

After the drought was slashed to death by Murong Ziyun with a sword last night, there was a monster that seemed to be more terrifying than the drought fish, and it was rumored that near the southern frontier of the flood wilderness, there were wandering warlocks refining puppets to drive away corpses and souls, but I didn't expect the legend to be true, the world is so big, there are no surprises!

After seeing the scene of the hundred ghosts walking at night yesterday, Lu Chen had to believe in the fact that there was really a corpse exorcism thaumaturgy in this world.

As night fell, the wind and clouds surged, and the thunder sounded, like a precursor to the coming rainstorm.

In the ruined temple, Lu Chen sat by the fire, while Murong Ziyun sat on the grass with his eyes closed and his pale expression looking extremely weak.

"What are you going to do next?" Lu Chen picked up a branch, stirred the fire, and said in a low voice.

Murong Ziyun's beautiful eyes opened slightly: "Early tomorrow morning, rush back to Longyanggang, meet Jiang Shaoling and their brothers and sisters, and then find Ye Ang and return to the sect to resume his life!"

"This matter is not that simple!" Lu Chen said lightly.

Murong Ziyun said coldly: "What else do you want to do, even if you find out who is behind the scenes, can we handle it with our strength?" Go back to the sect and report this matter to the sect master, and he will send someone to deal with it." ”

"That's not unreasonable!" Lu Chen glanced back at her and smiled gently.

Murong Ziyun snorted, closed her cold eyes, and entered the state of pranayama again.

The cold wind is cold, and there is a plane tree in the courtyard, as if it has been burned by the flames, showing a fiery red scene, and from time to time there are leaves floating in the wind, gradually covering the grass of the courtyard, showing the quiet beauty of autumn colors.

Lu Chen looked at this scene, as still as water, and his heart was unprecedentedly calm. It was as if the sky was falling, and it couldn't shake him for half a minute.

Click, the thunder was terrifying, and a thick thunderbolt was like a dragon suddenly cutting through the sky, reflecting the heavens and the earth as if it were day.

The thunder flickered, reflecting on Lu Chen's delicate face, he looked up at the vast land in the rain curtain, and his heart suddenly throbbed.

It was as if the thunderbolt was not across the sky, but his heart.

"The world's martial arts, only fast and unbreakable!"

"Thunder and lightning for a hundred miles in an instant, this is extremely fast! The power of heaven and earth is really extraordinary. ”

"If my sword can be as fast as lightning, no one will be able to stop it in this heaven and earth!"

"Thunder and lightning are powerful and domineering, invincible, strong and strong, containing heroic righteousness, which can dispel all yin!"

"Just like my heavy sword swordsmanship, I cut through thorns and thorns, and I am brave and courageous, and every sword has the domineering power to destroy everything!"

Lu Chen's mind kept replaying the scene of the thunder and lightning cutting through the sky, while gently waving the soft sword, imitating the momentum of that thunder and lightning!

He slowly walked into the courtyard, let the cold rain fall, and felt the vastness of heaven and earth.

The icy rain not only drenched his body, but also his mind, and the filthy dust wrapped around his mind seemed to be washed and washed by the rain. The mind is unprecedentedly clear, and there is an illusion of sudden enlightenment.

The internal strength urged the soft sword to make it as straight as a line, and as soon as the sword light moved, it formed a substantial sword qi, cutting through the rain curtain, leaving deep sword marks on the wall not far away.

"No, the thunder and lightning are extremely strong, the sword intent is indestructible, this sword is still a lot worse!" Lu Chen shook his head and continued to imagine the soft sword as a heavy sword, simulating the momentum of the thunder and lightning cutting through the sky.

Brush brush, sword light flashing, sometimes domineering, sometimes fierce, sometimes feminine, constantly leaving clear sword marks in the courtyard, in the blink of an eye, the whole courtyard is in a mess, sword marks are all over, criss-crossed, full of devastation.

Murong Ziyun was awakened by the movement caused by Lu Chen, and couldn't help but be stunned, then got up and came to the broken temple, looking at Lu Chen practicing swords in the courtyard, her beautiful eyes suddenly widened, and she suddenly showed a look of surprise.

She grew up in the Flowing Shadow Sword Sect since she was a child, and she had watched countless scenes of people practicing swords, but she had never seen such a strange sword technique.

Lu Chen's sword was fierce and domineering, fierce and fast, and each sword could pierce the air, causing a shock. And his swordsmanship has a unique meaning, like a flashing thunder and lightning in the sky, with the momentum of moving forward bravely and cutting everything.

Murong Ziyun stared intently at Lu Chen's swordsmanship, for fear of missing a detail, as if there was an inexplicable attraction that deeply attracted her attention.

It's a wonderful feeling, as if the dancer is attracted by a beautiful melody and can't help but want to dance.

After practicing for a while, Lu Chen, who was drenched all over, suddenly stopped and fell into a state of contemplation, as if he had encountered a difficult problem that he couldn't figure out.

"The sword intent is not hot enough, so it is almost a kick in the door, inspiration comes and goes quickly. If I can continue to maintain the state of being surrounded by artistic conception just now, I can completely comprehend this sword!" Lu Chen sighed lightly, and there was an indescribable regret in his eyes.