Suddenly, a slight sound of breathing drifted into his ears, and Qin Yuan listened to it, and knew that there must be something hidden above the eaves. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At first, Qin Yuan thought it was a prank by his junior sister Qin Wanxi, but after careful discernment, he found that the person's breathing method had nothing to do with the internal strength of the sect, and his heart was not good: I am a secret whistle in Xiaojian Villa, and they are all good hands, how could I be easily mixed into the inner hall by others?

Looking at his father-in-law again, he didn't notice it, Qin Yuan didn't move at the moment, and said with concern: "My father-in-law's birthday is approaching, and there are many friends in the rivers and lakes this time, so it's not appropriate to work too hard now, this Heavenly Mortal, please don't worry too much about your father-in-law!" Qin Yiyang nodded slightly, but his eyes were glued to the Heavenly Mortal Grass. Qin Yuan wanted to speak and stopped, a little worried about his father-in-law, and worried about letting go of the people outside the door, but when he was hesitating, he suddenly found the pen holder on his father-in-law's desk, and couldn't help but think about it. At that moment, Qin Yuan covered the pen holder with his body, and gently took off a slender wolf hair with his right hand, held it with his dark strength, and made a retreat, but the turn at this time, compared with the usual, can be described as carrying the momentum of ten thousand jun, turning his hand up, the brush shot out towards the other party's hidden place, caused by internal force, the tip of the pen wolf scattered in all directions, vaguely forming a ball. Qin Yuan's hand "Piercing the Sun and Changhong" was intended to block the enemy, and it did not contain ruthless power. At the same time, Qin Yuan also flew over the window, climbed onto the roof, moved his palms like the wind, and slapped sixteen palms in a row towards the eight squares to protect his body. When the palm in the southwest was slapped, Qin Yuan felt like he was slapping on a piece of tendon that was full of toughness, and he didn't stop under his feet, chasing straight down in that direction.

In the confused night, a vague shadow loomed in front of Qin Yuan, he touched the sac, it was empty, and he felt sorry in his heart, so he had to chase after it. A few times he was approaching, and was about to send out a volley palm, but the black shadow luck skillfully moved the distance away again. After running for more than three miles like this, Qin Yuan couldn't help but feel anxious in his heart, regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, his palms were full of ten percent of his internal strength, and he slapped towards the black shadow in front of him, and as far as the palm wind went, several pieces of soft things drifted away with the wind, and it was expected that the clothes of the person in front of him were torn by the palm force, and the fragments peeled off. After withstanding the power of the palm, the figure of the black shadow was slightly sluggish, Qin Yuan took the opportunity to shorten the distance between the two to more than one zhang, and was about to charge up again to strike out, when he suddenly smelled a faint fragrance. Qin Yuan secretly screamed that it was not good, he was afraid that he had fallen into the other party's plot, and he inhaled a few more sips in a panic before he used his internal strength to resist, and the strange thing was that the aroma he inhaled made Qin Yuan feel refreshed, and the light skill under his feet seemed to go further. At this moment, it has been more than five miles away from Xiaojian Villa, confirming that the dark incense is non-toxic, Qin Yuan unloaded his heart defense, his right palm was behind his back, his left palm was held high in the sky, his right foot was on tiptoe, and his body was spinning, and the peak of palm power accumulated and hissing white gas, and his heart reached his hand, and he shouted loudly: "Friends stay!" "Flying clouds and forcing the sun" came like a mountain and a sea of mountains, hitting the black shadow's vest. Such a fierce blow, the power of the air is still huge, and the black shadow is in a catastrophe. Sure enough, in an instant, a person's body shook violently, and he flew straight more than a foot away, blood overflowing from his mouth, and he almost fainted.

In Qin Yuan's surprised gaze, an unfamiliar figure slowly approached his side......

Bloody and fragrant.

"Ling'er, wait for me!" Somehow, from the first time she saw Feng Ling, Qin Wanxi had a sense of déjà vu, inexplicably close. This strange force made her feel pity for the Wind Spirit, and made her follow closely behind the Wind Spirit. The call just now did not slow down Feng Ling's footsteps, but hurriedly, and the green silk scattered with the wind in her ears seemed to vent her mood. Qin Wanxi followed the walk for a while, and found that she crossed the bridge through the door, without hesitation, she was very familiar with the situation in the village, and couldn't help but secretly marvel, Xiaojian Villa is not as deep as the sea in Houmen, but it is also a few in and a few out, ordinary people do not live for ten days and a half months, and taking the wrong road is like a common thing, how can she take the light car and familiar road, has she been here before? Or is she very smart? Qin Wanxi wanted to walk while thinking, but she didn't realize that she had arrived at the west gate after a while, and the gatekeeper was just about to come forward to ask, but saw Qin Wanxi waving her hand from afar, and then retreated aside. In this way, the two of them turned one after the other, and walked south. In the southwest of the villa, it is a quiet place, with trees and grass, and the trail extends, Qin Wanxi glanced at the footsteps of the wind spirit, and found that it was already a little scattered, it should be a little tired, thinking that if he exerted a little force, he could walk side by side, but he didn't know what the wind spirit was thinking at the moment, and he didn't dare to rush forward, but he deliberately shortened the distance between the two until he could smell the breath of the wind spirit. Coincidentally, a small pavilion appeared on the side of the road,

"Ling'er, you've been walking for so long, let's rest for a while!" Qin Wanxi knew that the wind spirit couldn't support it for too long, and said with concern. The wind spirit didn't reply, and walked straight ahead. Seeing that there was no response, Qin regretted that he didn't speak anymore, followed behind unhurriedly, and deliberately walked out with a loud footstep,

"Don't bother talking, please go back!" Maybe it was annoying, Feng Ling threw out a sentence coldly.

"Ling'er, why do you say this?" Qin asked with some surprise and puzzlement.

"Don't you know what you have in mind, do you still need me to indicate it?" the wind spirit suddenly stopped, turned and glared angrily.

"I... Clear?" Qin regretted that he was even more confused, and his eyes were full of confusion.

"Hmph! pretending to be like it!" Wind Chime snorted contemptuously, "What do you want after following me for so long?"

"Ling'er, you're thinking too much," Qin said softly, "You followed Uncle Feng to the village, you are a distinguished guest, and your father motioned for me to accompany you to be thoughtful!"

"It's a good thing to say, it's not for your brother's marriage to be a lobbyist!" Speaking of this, Qin regretted that he finally understood Feng Ling's attitude, it turned out that it was because of this, he was angry and funny in his heart, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud, this time it was Feng Ling's turn to be confused, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

"Ling'er, how could I have come to persuade you to get married, even if you do, it won't be my turn!" Seeing the look of trust on Feng Ling's face, Qin regretted that he was half-joking, and took her hand and walked into the small pavilion on the side of the road, "What? Do you think my brother is bad?" Looking at Feng Ling's pitiful appearance, Qin regretted the victory of his childlike innocence, and deliberately teased the lovely person in front of him.

"Of course it's good, but I think Sister Hewan is more compatible!" Feng Lingling's sharp teeth made Qin regret a little embarrassed, two red clouds flew on his cheeks, fortunately, the night was dim and not easy to be noticed,

"Sister Xi," Feng Ling put away his naughty tone and said with a straight face: "My mind has been clearly expressed in the hall, please don't mention it again!"

"Ling'er, Lingzun's matter..."Qin Wanxi wanted to persuade something, but Feng Ling stopped her with a cold gaze and turned her back.

At this moment, the night was slightly cool, the mist was thick, Qin Wanxi was speechless for a while, and silently shrugged the back of Feng Ling's shoulders.

It turned out that Feng Ran, the father of the wind spirit, had a very personal relationship with Qin Yiyang, the father of Qin Wanxi, and Feng Otherwise had always been kind to the younger generations of the Qin family. If the wind dies suddenly, it is not only an accident in Jingdaomen, but also an earthquake in the rivers and lakes. A few people suspected the cause of the death of the first swordsman in the martial arts, and more people were worried about the decline of this pillar sect. This younger brother, who was rarely heard of in the past, sat on the top of the spire of the Jingdao Gate, and what was even more surprising was that not only did he not mess with himself, but instead handled the affairs inside and outside the sect in an orderly manner. However, in the past two years, Jingdaomen has a great reputation, a large number of talents, and its status is almost equal to that of Xiaojian Villa. So much so that in just two years, many Jianghu people have the impression that the wind is not good, and they only retain the label of a hero, and the wind is not in vain, as if he has become the master of Zhongxing in Jingdaomen. Now, with the dignity and influence of the wind, almost no one doubts whether the truth is or not, but has become an after-dinner conversation for people in the rivers and lakes. All of this made the thin and petite figure in front of Qin Wanxi's eyes.

"Ling'er, I know the pain in your heart, but people can't be resurrected after death, it's better to mourn!" Qin Wanxi thought about it and persuaded weakly.

"Don't you think I shouldn't avenge my father?" Wind Chime turned around suddenly, and his originally Chu eyes were filled with misery and anger,

"Of course not!" Qin Wanxi hurriedly denied it, and casually found a reason to say: "I'm worried about your body, I haven't seen you these days, Ling'er, you're thin again!"

"If my father doesn't take revenge, what does it matter if I'm doing well or badly, it's better to go with him!" the wind spirit whimpered and said hatefully.

"Good sister, don't talk nonsense, Ling Zun's affairs shouldn't be borne by you alone, what happened, can you tell your sister?" Qin Wanxi gently held Feng Ling's little hand and said softly,

"No, I don't believe you, you all lied to me!" Feng Ling shook off Qin Wanxi's hand and ran out of the pavilion crying. But before she could run a few steps, the wind spirit was picked up by the waist, and a somersault was pressed to the ground, and everything was so sudden that she was scared back into tears. Just reacted, a hand covered her mouth in time, Feng Ling was ashamed and angry, but she couldn't call for help, she could only struggle desperately!

"Don't make a sound, someone is coming!" "Critical", Qin Wanxi's whisper came from her ears.