Qin Yugu was a little confused.

Qin Yugu was very confused.

Qin Yugu was extremely confused.

With a fair complexion like frost and snow, she raised her ink eyebrows lightly, and a pair of bright eyes like plum blossoms looked at the white shirt on the stage silently, her eyes full of incomprehension and doubt.

In this just instantaneous change, first she didn't know where to hit a ruthless lacquer robe, and the knife stabbed the purple robe to the vital point; then the purple robe she invited to help was invincible, and she stumbled to the ground inexplicably, and she was about to die; and then she learned from her father that this lacquer cloth was not a mortal, but a fairy demon clan who did not distinguish between good and evil, and was a good cannibal.

And just when she made up her mind that even if she wanted to be an enemy of the demon clan, she couldn't sit idly by and ignore the purple robe, and out of nowhere, this white shirt attacked and saved the purple robe, which was already in danger.

I thought that this wave of unsettled drama should also come to an end - but I suddenly saw the white shirt back to its sheath, knocking the invincible lacquer clothes out of the distance of five feet.

If an ordinary martial artist sees this scene, perhaps at most he will just sigh 'Shaoxia is so strange!', and he can't see any way - but if those Xuanshi who are proficient in Qimen can be lucky enough to see this scene, and if they are fortunate enough to see that Bai Yi's backhand sword can actually knock a big ten enemy out, then most of them will be so shocked that their jaws will fall to the ground.

It is much more difficult to defeat the strong than to defeat the weak with the strong.

And in the case that there is not much circulation of breath, the characters who can easily beat the big ten enemies with their hands are absolutely, absolutely better than the small hundred enemies.

Looking at today's Qimen in the Western Regions, there can be a few hundred people who are above the realm of Xuanshi, and they can be counted on two hands - that is to say, these characters are either the three saints or the seven heroes, and everyone will definitely be able to get a golden bamboo chair from the condensing forest mountain.

Can......

But this white shirt ......

But who is this white shirt who calls himself 'Pingshui King Manxiu'?

Why did she, who came from a Qimen family, never heard of his deeds? Why didn't there be such a person in the little Xuanwu on the Ning Lin Mountain three years ago? Why did he appear in this Zhenhuang City now, in this ring set up for her?

She didn't know.

All she knew, white

Standing on top of the ring, he passed slightly sideways and smiled faintly at her.

Qin Yugu took half a step back for no reason.

"Yes, it's him!"

Suddenly, a familiar male voice came from behind with a slap on the table.

She immediately turned around and saw her father, who was already standing up.

His father's wrinkled face was full of surprise, joy, and excitement that should have been rare at his age.

Qin Yugu blinked in surprise and asked in a low voice, "Dad, what are you ......?"

"It's him! It must be him!" Jade ......" Seeing the head of the family looking at her excitedly, he said eagerly, "...... Girl! It's that person! It's that Son of Heaven!"

Qin Yu was stunned.

Emperor.

Destiny.

When she was still in her old age, a white-faced scholar who had traveled all over the world came to this Zhenhuang City and stayed in the Qin family for about a year. The scholar's surname is Su, he is a young but well-versed person, and he is very good at divination and prediction, and can always accurately calculate the sunny, rainy and snowy at twelve o'clock in the night, which is really incredible, amazing. It is also because of this that the scholar has won the favor of her father, who is also the head of the Qin family - although he is temporarily staying overnight, he uses the standard of the Qin family's guest in terms of diet and daily life.

During the year that the white-faced scholar stayed at the Qin family, the head of the family had many long conversations with him, from not caring about this weak scholar to being impressed by his profound wisdom, from ignoring the right to see him to giving up his compilation, from treating each other with strange courtesies to treating him like a mentor and helpful friend...... It's already very respectful. And although the fashionable and young Qin Yugu didn't know a lot about the world, she also thought that this scholar brother, who always liked to tell some gonzo stories, was much more interesting than her private school gentleman, who was a sage with his mouth closed, and kept pestering this white-faced scholar and asking him to play with her—and she learned from her father and called this scholar 'Mr. Su'.

Later, at the end of the year, the white-faced scholar who had traveled all over the world was about to embark on the journey again. Before parting, he said to the Qin family who came to see him off that this time he was going to the west of the Western Regions, to the west of Tianxing Mountain, and to the former name of 'Gu Xian'

Take a look at the world, and take a look at the customs and people that are very different from our world. The scholar also said that he had traveled a long way, and the west of Tianxing Mountain was very big, and he didn't know if he could return to this Zhenhuang City in his lifetime, and then come to talk to the head of the family about wine and talk about the world a few times, and then come to see Qin Yugu, who had grown up at that time, what kind of peerless beauty he had become.

At that time, Qin Yugu didn't know what a 'lifetime' was. At that time, Qin Yugu only knew that the person in front of him seemed to be going far, far away, and he would not be able to see him tomorrow.

So, the little Qin Yugu hugged the scholar's waist tightly, crying and asking him not to go. Although the head of the Qin family on the side was reluctant to be such a strange person, he still did what an adult should do—he gently held Qin Yugu's palm, and slowly, carefully, and coaxed her aside.

Looking at her tear-dipped eyes, the scholar raised his long sleeves and stepped forward to pat her on the head.

"Little Jade Bone, don't be sad. Mr. Su smiled and said, "You will meet people who are more interesting than Xiaosheng." ”

Qin Yugu hurriedly shook his head and muttered in a low voice, "I don't want it...... Mr. Su is Mr. Su...... How could there be a more interesting person in this world than Mr. Su......"

The white-faced scholar smiled lightly, gently stroked her forehead to heaven with his thumb, and closed his eyes for a moment.

At this moment, the scholar suddenly looked up at the head of the family on the side, and said with a solemn expression: "Your Excellency, remember. When Ling was eighteen years old, if he set up a martial arts ring in Chongyang, he would definitely meet the true son of heaven. ”

The head of the Qin family was stunned for a moment, then immediately came back to his senses and nodded in surprise and joy.

I saw the white-faced scholar raise his lips and smile, as if he had no burden, and said goodbye to everyone with a final smile.

Then, under the gaze of everyone, he slowly disappeared at the end of Zhenhuang Street.

Since then, Mr. Su has not been seen again.

But the sentence 'Chongyang, martial arts, meeting the true son of heaven', no one dares to forget.

So, now, now.

Eighteen-year-old Qin Yugu stood under the ring, and twenty-one-year-old Wang Manxiu stood on the stage.

He saw her.

She looked at him.

'True Destiny'.