Leng Xiaoyun quickly fled from that peak, he didn't want to think of her, she would always be his pain. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He didn't wait for Qingling anymore, he flew up and flew straight towards Zangyun Pavilion, she was seriously ill, he still had to go to see her, but he couldn't go during the day.

On the cliff, the wind is howling, and the Tibetan Cloud Pavilion stands on top of the two cliffs like the immortals are made.

Leng Xiaoyun silently came to the Zangyun Pavilion and didn't go in, her body jumped to the pavilion and looked down, a woman sat alone in the pavilion to mend clothes, her hair was messy, her face was pale as if she had just been sick, her lips were bloodless, only a pair of eyes were still clear like water, revealing a freshness and beauty.

Leng Xiaoyun couldn't bear to look at it anymore, jumped off the Hidden Cloud Pavilion and wanted to turn around and leave, Qing Ling had already arrived, and when he saw that he wanted to leave, he hurriedly stopped and said: "Senior brother, don't go! Miss Qin is only thinking that you are sick, how can you come and go! Go and meet her, maybe she will recover from her illness!"

"I see that not only will she not make her better, but it will also make her worse!" Leng Xiaoyun said.

"The person she misses is you, how will your coming make her worse!" Qing Ling said.

"The person she misses is me, but the person I miss is not her!" Leng Xiaoyun flew away after speaking, leaving a blank clear spirit.

Qing Ling didn't chase after him, he got up and walked into the Zangyun Pavilion, Qin Qing'er hurriedly got up to greet him, Qing Ling said after asking about his condition: "Leng Xiaoyun has returned to Wudang, Miss Qin doesn't have to suffer from lovesickness anymore!"

"I don't want to see him!" Qin Qing'er's tears couldn't stop flowing instantly.

"Why is that?" said Qing Lingqi.

"The person he misses is not me! I can just look at him from afar, if we get close, we will hurt each other!" Qin Qing'er said.

"What you say is very similar to Leng Xiaoyun!" Qing Ling said.

"He said that too!" Qin Qing'er asked.

"Yes, he has been here just now, but you have not come in from afar. Qing Ling said.

"That's enough!" Qin Qing'er said, suddenly handing the clothes in her hand to Qing Lingdao, "I'm tired and handed over to Leng Xiaoyun, don't say it's what I did!"

"Why! You seem to be making clothes all day, are you just doing it for him!" Qing Ling said.

Qin Qing'er stopped talking, silently turned her eyes to the countless clothes on the side, and Qing Ling hurriedly said goodbye.

Leng Xiaoyun started drinking again, picking up his bag and filling it, he wanted to be drunk but he had to be sober, the purpose of his coming here did not allow him to get drunk!

One person jumped on the roof and sat down with him, it was Qingling.

"It's easy to get drunk when you drink alone, Senior Brother Qingfeng!" Qing Ling said.

Leng Xiaoyun handed him the bag, but he pushed it away and said, "I don't know how to drink, but I see that you are really uncomfortable!" ”

"Have you ever liked someone?" Leng Xiaoyun suddenly asked.

"No, I grew up in Wudang since I was a child, and the whole thing I face is my brother and martial arts!" Qing Ling said.

"Do you have any friends?" Leng Xiaoyun asked again.

"Yes, aren't you? The people of Wudang are all my friends!" Qing Ling said.

Leng Xiaoyun was silent, and poured another sip of wine.

"Do you have any friends?" asked Qing Ling.

"Yes, but only one! Maybe two soon!" Leng Xiaoyun said.

"Who is lucky enough to be a friend of the junior brother!" Qing Ling asked.

"Meng Yunfei!" Leng Xiaoyun said.

"I heard Master say that he is a great villain!" Qing Ling said.

"No matter what the people of the world say, I believe in him, he is a good man! I can go to the trouble for him!" Leng Xiaoyun said.

"He's honored!" Qing Ling said.

"What about me, do you think I'm a bad person!" Leng Xiaoyun asked.

"I have heard that everyone in the rivers and lakes says that you are evil, but Master thinks you are a good person, and I also believe that you are a good person!" Qing Ling said.

"I used to be a bad person, I killed a lot of people! But I also think I'm a good person, because the people I kill are bad people! They should all be killed!" Leng Xiaoyun took another sip of wine.

"Bad people also have a chance to mend their ways, but you don't give them them, so you can't be considered good!" Qing Ling said.

"I won't be enlightened like a bodhisattva! There are many ways to make people better, I chose the sword!" Leng Xiaoyun put down his bag and pulled out the soul drinking sword, which won with the cold light of the moonlight, as if devouring everything.

"The sword is not all used to kill people! He is sometimes also a ruler, a yardstick for measuring good and evil! When we encounter evil, we can defeat him and try to reform him; when we encounter good, we can help him and make him carry forward his spirit! Under any sword, there must be a wronged soul, how can the wronged person confide in! Therefore, I only use this sword!" Qing Ling also took out a sword, but this sword is made of wood.

"The facts are complicated and varied, how can you distinguish between good and evil! If you don't kill others, others will kill you! How can you promote good if you can't even save your own life!" Leng Xiaoyun said again.

Qing Ling stopped talking, Leng Xiaoyun also began to drink, Leng Xiaoyun jumped up suddenly, the soul drinking sword flew, swept up the moonlight and tilted a few zhang, the cold light flashed within a few zhang and felt the wind gusts, Leng Xiaoyun sword technique intensified the light of the soul drinking sword swaying, like countless white exercises floating in the air, and slowly closed and instantly condensed into a silver ball to wrap Leng Xiaoyun firmly, suddenly the silver ball shattered and the cold light converged, Leng Xiaoyun retracted the sword momentum, and jumped back to the room to drink.

"Senior Brother Qingfeng is good at swordsmanship!" Qing Ling said.

"My sword technique is only for two people!" Leng Xiaoyun said.

"Oh, which two!" asked Qing Ling.

"Dead man or friend!" Leng Xiaoyun took a sip of wine, jumped up and disappeared.

A pair of eyes were fixed on him in the dark, and the man seemed to be accustomed to the darkness, and had been hiding in the darkness, and she liked to see, to see everything about him, but not to disturb him, and she wore a black cloak to hide herself in the darkness, and her face was covered with a black hat, so that people looked down on her appearance.

A man in white stood quietly beside her without saying a word.

For a long time, the woman said, "You want him to live, I don't want him to die!"

The man in white said, "I will not let my sister die if he likes!"

The woman said, "I don't like him, I just sympathize with him, because he's as pitiful as I am!"

The man in white didn't speak, and pulled out the long sword at his waist, and the blue light was so bright that it seemed to grab people's eyes.

"Whoever my sister lets die will die, and whoever my sister wants to give birth must also live!" said the man in white.

"You have to protect yourself!" said the woman.

"I will not die, for no one can beat my sword!" said the man in white.

"There are not only swords in the rivers and lakes! you must understand that if you do not understand you will die!" the woman said angrily.

The man in white was speechless and put away his sword.

"Someone doesn't want you dead!" the woman's voice was infinitely softer.