Sunset, dusk.

The white clouds and dogs are unpredictable, such as the impermanence of personnel.

Pine waves, such as a tiger roaring dragon, a towering ancient pine, standing in the wind, such as a chaotic army, commanding a general.

A jade flute, held horizontally from a pair of delicate hands like deceiving frost and snow, the sound of the flute is clear, and gradually clears the sorrow, and then complains, such as resentment, such as admiration, such as crying.

The white clothes are like snow, and the white skin reflects each other, and the tall and graceful figure is integrated with the jade flute, forming a beautiful picture.

The black hair hangs long, the face is beautiful with melon seeds, the red lips and bright teeth, the starry eyes are shining, cold and glamorous like the hollow valley orchid, and the beautiful like a red plum proudly in the angry snow.

If I told you that this girl in white was only sixteen years old, you would not believe it, but if I told you that she was actually nineteen years old, you would believe it.

Actually, I lied to you, her real age is twenty-nine. - You don't want to believe this answer. - However, this is the truth.

It's true, I won't lie to you! Do you really still want to believe it? Then, you go and ask the head of Hengshan Qingxia: 'Cold-faced fairy' is as cold as frost and cold woman's age? Her old man will definitely give the same answer as me!

Ten years ago, Leng Ruoshuang, whether it was her appearance or figure, was almost the same as she is today. The ruthless years, which women fear most, seem to have no effect on her at all. - The only difference is her martial arts.

Among the female disciples of the young generation of the major factions of the martial arts, if she claims to be the second in martial arts, no one will dare to call herself the first; on this issue, even the "Red Rakshasa" Lin Yanran will never dare to deny it.

Ten years ago, she was only proficient in Hengshan swordsmanship, and now she not only practiced Hengshan swordsmanship, but also excelled in the two stunts of 'Broken Intestine Flute' and 'Entanglement of Love Silk'.

Broken intestine flute is the unique skill of her father, Situ Yichen, who "breaks the intestines of flowers", and winding love silk is Qingxia's housekeeping skill when she was in charge of a layman.

Entanglement silk, in fact, was originally called the demon subduing belt, but it was changed by Situ Yichen. Because it was changed by him, Nangong Qingxia agreed with it and has continued to use it ever since.

When he was a teenager, Situ Yichen was mistaken by many Jianghu people because of the word "flower" in his name, and Nangong Qingxia was not included, so he was deeply despised. Thirty-one years ago, there was a major case in the rivers and lakes: within a month, seven young girls were raped and killed in a row. After investigation, Nangong Qingxia determined that there was a good chance that this case was committed by Situ Yichen, so she chased it to Situ Zhuang alone and made an appointment with Situ Yichen in the purple willow forest outside the village.

Both of them were the best of the younger generation, and this battle was extremely fierce and difficult to solve, until the battle reached 999 moves, Nangong Qingxia wrapped Situ Yichen's ankle with a demon slaying belt, thus narrowly defeating him.

After Nangong Qingxia restrained Situ Yichen, she angrily counted his crimes, but Situ Yichen refused to admit his guilt. Nangong Qingxia was so angry that she wanted to kill him on the spot.

Situ Yichen was hard to argue, and knew that the deadline was approaching, so he begged Nangong Qingxia to let him play a favorite song in his life before he died-Flowers Blossom Break Intestines.

This song of flowers breaks the intestines, and although it cannot be said to be earth-shattering, crying ghosts and gods, it has made the birds cry and the flowers splash tears. Nangong Qingxia was fascinated by what she heard and burst into tears.

After playing, Situ Yichen dug a pit under a cluster of flowers and trees and buried the jade flute; seeing that he had accidentally touched a bouquet of flowers, he carefully straightened it before closing his eyes and waiting for death.

Those who love flowers only protect flowers, not pick flowers!

People who love flowers don't pick flowers, let alone step on flowers!

In the eyes of those who love flowers, if you see others picking flowers or even stepping on them, it will be like witnessing Panasonic shouting, burning the piano and cooking cranes, you will be like burning inside, not to mention, you will do such a vulgar and cruel thing yourself!

At the moment when Nangong Qingxia swung her sword and stabbed him in the chest, this thought suddenly flashed in her mind. She hesitated, condensed her sword, and looked at Situ Yichen. Although his eyes are closed and he can't see his eyes, his facial expressions and his whole body are full of grievances and helplessness, as well as deep sorrow.

Nangong Qingxia's heart trembled violently: No! He is not a murderer!

Immediately, another thought flashed through me: Oh, he is a good man, a great man!

Most women in the world listen to things by feeling and see things by feeling. Strangely enough, if they judge things according to what they hear, they are often wrong, but if they judge things according to what they see, they are often right.

The story after that is very simple, the two jointly found out the real culprit, and they have a deep love for each other, one is not this man and the other is not this woman.

A demon subduing belt, what descended was not a demon, but a lover. Both of them were inexplicably emotional. So, Situ Yichen joked: Just change your name, it's called Entanglement Silk! Nangong Qingxia readily agreed: Okay! However, it can only be called this when it is used on you!

Among the rivers and lakes, there is really a tailwind. The private words of the two were finally known by the people of the rivers and lakes, and spread day by day, and since then, no one has called the demon belt, but replaced it with a love silk to commemorate this moving love story.

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"Senior sister, it's really easy to find! The head is looking for you!" A middle-aged female nun ran by, a little panting.

Leng Ruoshuang slowly inserted the jade flute back into her waist, slowly turned around, her cold face did not change, and asked lightly: "Senior Sister Miaoqing, what's the matter?"

Although it was a midsummer evening, when Miaoqing saw her face, it was like seeing the ice of the valley. She was accustomed to this expression, and she knew that under that cold and arrogant face, there was a pure and kind heart.

"I don't know. The boss seems to be nervous, it must be very important......"

"Let's go!"

The sleeves of the cold robe are swaying lightly, and the figure is like a Lingbo fairy, and in the blink of an eye, the graceful back is already a few feet away.

"Senior sister, wait for me ......"

Miaoqing saw that she didn't pay attention to her, so she had to grit her teeth and chase hard, and after a few turns and turns, she had already lost her target, so she had to shake her head dejectedly.

"Shuang'er, come on!" As soon as Mrs. Qingxia saw her enter the threshold, she stood up and waved to her with a smile.

"Master!" a smile appeared on Leng Ruoshuang's face, and he walked quickly to her side. - Only when she sees the person she respects the most, her golden smile will not hesitate to appear.

Master Qingxia looked at her too lovingly, as if she had seen her own shadow back then. Leng Ruoshuang couldn't feel it, it was clearly the mother's expression when she looked at her beloved daughter.

Regarding this issue, among the Hengshan faction, although there are many people who are quietly suspicious, no one is sure, except for one person - Qinglu Shitai.

The reason why Mrs. Qinglu dared to be sure was very simple, because she was the only one who knew the truth, and the reason why those who doubted it was also very simple, because no one would believe that how could the thin and wrinkled head of the family give birth to such a fairy-like daughter?

Master Qingxia took her hand lightly, pulled her closer, picked up a letter from the table, looked solemn, and said, "Shuang'er, this letter is from the Nangong family. ”

Regarding the origin of Qingxia Shitai, the entire Hengshan faction knows about it. Leng Ruoshuang nodded lightly and asked, "Master, the Nangong family...... Did something happen?"

Master Qingxia sighed lightly, shook her head and said, "Shuang'er, you know, the matter in the red dust, I didn't want to ask about it anymore...... Hey, but this is Nangong Huang Xing...... My third brother, the third brother who loves me the most,...... And he, too, is your ......" said this, with tears in the corners of his eyes.

"What's mine?" Leng Ruoshuang looked at the master strangely.

"You...... Your third uncle!" Master Qingxia was already shocked and almost slipped out, and hurriedly added, "Shuang'er, shouldn't you call the third uncle the master?"

Leng Ruoshuang smiled and nodded.

"Shuang'er, this is the third letter from your third uncle. Master Qingxia sighed heavily, "I can refuse what I asked for in the first two letters, but this one thing ......" She raised the letter in her hand and muttered, "Alas...... You can't refuse, how can you refuse?"

"Master, are you going to send a disciple to do this?" Leng Ruoshuang neither read the letter nor asked what it was, just looked into the master's eyes and asked.

Mrs. Qingxia nodded, handed her the letter, and said, "Shuang'er, take a look!"

Leng Ruoshuang quickly finished reading it, and asked in a deep voice: "Master, is the purpose of the disciple's trip to meet them in the middle of the road?"

"Yes. They will definitely be pursued, and the situation is critical. ...... Not only you, but the master is also ready to send Miaoqing and Miaojie to go with you so that they can assist you. ”

Leng Ruoshuang pondered for a moment, waved his hand and said, "No need." ...... Master, you know the temper of your disciples, and you don't like the ...... of the cards in your ears all the time."

"Yes...... Two more people, it's good to have a care!"

"Not necessarily. Sometimes, too many people can be a burden!"

Master Qingxia thought about it too much, nodded and said, "That's fine." Frost, you quickly go and pack up, and leave immediately. ”

Leng Ruoshuang answered, turned around and walked out.

Qingxia Shitai looked at her back, and suddenly shouted, "Shuang'er—"

Leng Ruoshuang outside the door turned around and looked at the master.

Master Qingxia quickly took a sword from the wall, quickly chased out the door, and raised her sword: "Shuang'er, take the master's sword with light!"

Leng Ruoshuang looked at the antique scabbard, but did not stretch out his hand, and hesitated: "Master...... No...... No. ”

Qingxia Shi was too strong to give her, and said with a slight anger: "What is strong! Take it...... This trip is very difficult and dangerous, and it is worth it!"

Leng Ruoshuang had no choice but to take it with both hands, tied it to her back with a precious place, looked at her deeply, and turned around.

The nuns sent Leng Ruoshuang out of the Beiyue Temple. Qingxia Shi was too stunned to look at the back of her leading horse, until she had already disappeared into the dark night, and she refused to turn her head.

"Senior Sister in charge, go back!" Master Qinglu pulled her hand.

"Hmm...... Senior sister, you can go back first!" Mrs. Qingxia was still standing, still looking at the dark mountain forest. Although the man and the horse have disappeared from view, she can still predict where her daughter is now, and she can still feel her heroic posture.

"Don't worry! Our Shuang'er is very capable!" Mrs. Qinglu went to take her hand again, "Senior Sister in charge, go back!"

Qingxia Shitai nodded slowly, turned around slowly, took Qinglu's hand, and waved to the nuns: "Go back!"

For the effect of Leng Ruoshuang's trip, not only the nuns are full of confidence, but even Mrs. Qingxia is also full of confidence.

But who would have imagined that the outcome would be very different?

It should be a tragedy, how can it be a tragedy, how can it be undone by man?

This is also the helplessness and sorrow of the world.

Don't look down on the weak, for sometimes, the weak can do great things that are shocking to the world. The key question is whether he or she is planning the plan and working wholeheartedly to achieve the goal.

This is just like Nangong Fu and his party.

Who would have imagined that among the blood haters who finally avenged the brothers and sisters and the entire Nangong family, it was actually the weak one who played a pivotal role!