Shangguan Yaohua really hates Ping Ruoyu now, but if he really lets her die, he knows that everything is destined to happen. Gritting his teeth, he stared at the red marks that had appeared on her neck, knowing that her love and hate would be strong to this step, and the situation was already imminent, so he waved his hand helplessly and said: "Okay, don't be impulsive, I'll marry...... I'll marry you!"

Ping Ruoyu knew that the victory was in his hands, the blade moved away from his neck a little, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Oh?

Shangguan Yaohua snorted coldly: "Ping Ruoyu, let me tell you, I, Shangguan Yaohua, hate being threatened the most in my life, and if you use this method to force me to comply, I will never forgive you." Hmph, okay, I'll fulfill your wishes! I can marry you, and each other only has the name of husband and wife, but not husband and wife, and you like to stay alone, so you can go as you like! Lao Tzu still does my business, looking for my woman, I will never take a second look at you. However, in order to create a false impression among relatives and friends, you had better abide by the way of a woman, and to be a wife is to have the appearance of a wife, not to mention the future princess, you should always be cautious in your words and deeds, if you don't want to be criticized. ”

Ping Ruoyu pondered for a moment, removed the dagger from his neck, and said lightly: "Yes." I can do whatever you ask, I just want to be your wife, even if it's just a face. ”

Shangguan Yaohua sneered: "You think you are very noble, don't you? Well, yes, you win! But let me warn you first, if you let me know one day that what you said today is all a means in your plan, I will definitely kill you with my own hands! I hate people to lie to me the most, you keep it in mind!" Throwing down a few cruel words, with cold arrogance from the inside out, he turned around and left, slamming the door with his hands, and never looked at her again.

When the wooden door collided with the door frame, it triggered an extremely loud "bang", as if it also hit Ping Ruoyu's heart, with only a cold wind and cold breath, hovering and echoing in the bucket room, lasting for a long time.

Ping Ruoyu's spirit finally collapsed, she threw herself forward, her hands propped up on the table, her shoulders couldn't help shaking, and tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes uncontrollably. said in a trembling voice: "Yaohua...... Count me as winning? Heh, this bet, will I win, or will you win? What I want is not your body, but your heart! But only when I mention Nangong Xue and bet on her name can I make you compromise, so do you marry me for me, or do you marry me for her? Why does God treat me like this when I don't want to play the world and want to love well? Brother Yaohua, in your heart, what am I?

Tears soaked his clothes, tears crackled on the table, his eyes gradually bloodshot, grabbed the cups and dishes on the table, and smashed them against the wall. Watching those originally delicate porcelain pieces hit the hard wall, and immediately turned beyond recognition, turning into scattered fragments, and sliding down again, I felt a little pleasure to vent.

Looking around the room, despite the fact that his body was still weak, he raised the dagger in his hand and waved it wildly in the room, crying hysterically. The vase was shattered, the table was chopped, and the Mobao Danqing on the wall was split into pieces of shredded paper in the sword qi, fluttering in the air.

Waiting for the family in the house to hear the sound, they rushed to check, knocked on the door and shouted, saying all the good things, Ping Ruoyu didn't care, leaned his back against the door panel, and felt that his heart was like those fragments, and he couldn't put it together anymore. She had just recovered a little, and she had just danced the sword extremely, exhausting the little internal strength she had left, and her eyes were dark, she fainted, and slipped to the ground against the door panel.

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Time passed quietly, and in a blink of an eye, Meng Anying's first seven had passed. Li Yijie cried again in front of the master's grave, and finally packed up, picked up the long sword, and intended to regain his strength.

In the past few days, for him, not only did he adjust his state of mind, but also used "keeping a wake for his master" as an excuse, just because he really didn't want to look up and face reality. Until that day passed, even the last bit of evasion was lost.

Everyone has a kind of normality, and in their imaginations, they often exaggerate a thing a hundred times, and their troubles also become extremely difficult. And when it really starts to be implemented, it only takes the first step, and the rest of it should be logical.

Li Yijie straightened his waist and stood in front of Meng Anying's new tomb, feeling that his state of mind at this time had turned from the initial confusion, fear, and grief to an indifference, or a new courage for the future. Master's hatred, junior brother's hatred, he will never dare to forget, and he will never forget. I swore that in my lifetime, I would definitely slash the Seven Demon Heads.

All the disciples of Huashan were dressed in white, and not far from him, they formed several neat columns, standing solemnly, and saw off the master and senior brother at the same time. Nangong Xue stood silently beside Li Yijie and gently grabbed his arm, according to the promise, their next step should be to implement the plan and provoke the Demon Sect and the imperial court to fight.

Li Yijie knew that in this life, it would be impossible to push Nangong Xue away. He once said that the two of them lived and died together, advancing and retreating together, and he didn't want to make any more senseless words, so he crossed his hand and held Nangong Xue's palm. This grip also implies gratitude, encouragement, and blessings. Silence is better than sound at this point. After a while, Li Yijie took a deep breath, turned around, and said, "Let's go!"

Before the two of them went down the mountain, the imperial court suddenly sent an envoy to visit, and he opened his mouth very politely, saying that Concubine Yun invited Li Mengzhu to enter the palace to discuss matters. I am afraid that they will inquire deeply, and immediately add another sentence: "How can we who are slaves have the right to ask about the master's affairs? ”

Li Yijie was greatly surprised, since he repeatedly failed to do things, Shen Shiyun has become more and more disappointed in him, and he has not been summoned again for a long time, why did he suddenly change his mind at this critical moment today? Was it a whim, or was it a few days ago that he planned and defended poorly, so that the news leaked? Misfortune and blessing are difficult to predict. However, no matter what, I always believe that Shen Shiyun will never have malicious intentions towards him.

Nangong Xue couldn't persuade her, so the two had to agree. As the envoy descended the mountain, a sedan chair had been prepared at the foot of the mountain. Looking at this posture, it seems that Shen Shiyun recognized it early in the morning, and the two of them would definitely agree to her invitation.

The envoy did not speak again along the way, until he was in the Snow Palace, led the two of them all the way in, went to the side room in the palace, dodged to the side, lifted the curtain, and made a "please" gesture. The two looked at each other, Li Yijie smiled faintly at her, and stepped in first. I saw a round table in the room, and on both sides of the table, it can be said that it is clearly divided into two forces, which is as clear as the Chu River and the Han realm.

On the right side are old men with gray beards and long beards that reach to their chests, and their faces are either fierce or irritable. But when Li Yijie stood a few steps away, he could feel that there was a layer of true qi lingering in front of several people, like a barrier, which showed that his internal skills were extremely high. But among these people, there is a martial arts predecessor who doesn't know each other, and it seems that he has not been born for a long time. And such a master outside the world is often both good and evil, and his temperament is as eccentric as the original and flat two owners.

The first column on the left is all high-level figures in the palace, and from the dress alone, you can know that their grade is not low. For example, the regent Dolgon, Prince Fu and his son Shangguan Yaohua are among them.

Shangguan Yaohua's clothes today seem to be extraordinarily luxurious, his clothes and accessories are brilliantly golden, and even the wrist guards are made of pure gold. Ping Ruoyu was dressed in a big red dress, combed her hair in a high bun, inserted an emerald hosta, and wore a beaded flower on her sideburns. At this time, Xiao Niao was sitting beside Shangguan Yaohua, and when he saw that another guest was coming, Fang raised his head lightly and smiled at the two of them.

It is said that the four major families are outside the world, and they should not ask about the world, why did Ping Ruoyu get mixed up with these people? Li Yijie and the others didn't know what happened later, and it was difficult to figure it out for a while.

Shen Shiyun sat on the top master's seat, wearing heavy makeup. Clothes and jewelry, gold, silver and jade beads, rings and exquisite wear, all available, dressed more graceful and luxurious, but also more unapproachable. There is another empty seat on the side, in terms of primary and secondary arrangement, if someone is qualified to sit there, his status should be on par with Shen Shiyun. However, according to common sense, when holding such a grand event, the host often deliberately highlights that she is above everyone else, how can she allow others to share her limelight?

Looking at it again, he has to be counted as a martial arts alliance leader, but I don't know what kind of effort Shen Shiyun has spent to bring together this group of characters who can stomp their feet on weekdays and can make a name for themselves? It is worth Shen Shiyun's great effort, what is she planning? Li Yijie has a vague idea in his heart, but he really doesn't want to accept it.

Everyone in the room was already enthusiastic, and when they saw the arrival of the new guest, they stopped talking at the same time, and such a lifeless silence was particularly uncomfortable. Especially when you are in the enemy camp, everyone is watching in unison, as if you are in a trap, giving the controller onlookers and guiding you, and discussing what to do with him, which is even more unspeakably uncomfortable.

Li Yijie was suddenly shocked by his thoughts: How could Yun'er's palace be included in the "enemy camp"? I couldn't help but laugh secretly at the fact that I was all soldiers, coughed dryly, and said: "As soon as I received the order from my mother, I left immediately. Just because Huashan Road is far away, it seems to be late on the way, and please forgive me. With this opening, he put himself back in the ranks of the minions of the Yinxue Palace, rather than the majestic martial arts alliance master.

Shen Shiyun seemed to be accustomed to his "unproductiveness", and said lightly: "It's okay, this party has just started." What's more, what I said before has nothing to do with you. The death of the respected teacher is certainly sad, so I have to ask Li Meng to mourn. The days to come are also to be lived. These words were indifferent, as if Meng Anying's death was counted as a trivial matter, and it was very stupid to grieve for it.

Li Yijie's heart is on fire from time to time, but he is not here today to quarrel with others. There are so many masters here, and he can't bargain for it, so he can't bear it.

Although that group of old men had heard that the new leader of the martial arts alliance was named Li Yijie seven years ago, because they had never met him, they only had a vague impression of the name. looked at the young man in front of him, who was no more than ten years old, and didn't take him seriously. Thinking that Shen Shiyun had found a helper from somewhere, and that he wanted to sit at the same table with himself and others, it was tantamount to humiliating himself.

Li Yijie took Nangong Xue's hand and walked towards a vacant seat at the end of the right head. At this time, there are only two seats left in the field. Li Yijie will not be ignorant, go to sit in another master's seat, as for the last seat, it is just because he is "inconspicuous". Shangguan Yaohua glared at the clasped hands of the two, his face displeased.

Shen Shiyun suddenly raised her eyebrows, her eyes fell on Nangong Xue's face, swept it over, and sneered: "Some people are really thick-skinned! Isn't this a feast at the beginning of the year, and it is necessary to deliberately show the deep love between husband and wife?

Li Yijie heard such harsh words, and obviously felt Nangong Xue's little hand shake slightly. His face also sank, and he said, "Concubine Yun, Xue'er and I are about to become husband and wife, and we will become one with each other, so we will naturally advance and retreat together." If Concubine Yun didn't welcome her, then there was no need to say more to Li, so she just drove the two of us out together! Anyway, I was not interested in discussing anything shady here. Ping Ruoyu snorted in surprise, leaned forward with her elbows, and looked around the field with interest.