The morning sun is about to erupt into the distant sky, and the red clouds are like fire, as if they are about to burn something in the world, perhaps, some expectation of perseverance, or perhaps, some fragile life. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

On the outskirts of the capital.

Hong Qingyi looked at the beautiful morning glow in the sky in a daze, it seemed that the morning glow, which was full of vigor and hope, did not bring her more joy, but was extremely heavy.

She had already met Fu Gongwei's wife and children last night, and she had never known that a woman could endure such cruel ravages and torture and still have such great perseverance and will to survive.

Obviously, Mrs. Fu's life is for her children, and this is maternal love.

For the sake of children, we only need to live a breath of life, and we must live!

Women, live, most of the time live for others, perhaps, this is the helplessness of women, but also the greatness of women.

Hong Qingyi couldn't help but twitch his nose, and two lines of tears slipped from the corners of his eyes.

A weak but calm voice came from inside the carriage: "Girl, you don't have to feel sorry for me. Some things, some people, are destined to the fate of a lifetime, for example, as a woman, although we have many choices in our lives, but when we choose, we must go on without hesitation. Perhaps, many people say that we are stupid, but from another point of view, why don't we live with a strength that the world cannot understand. ”

Hong Qingyi smiled and said, "Sister-in-law, I didn't have words to comfort you, but you enlightened me." Sister-in-law, I am also relieved to have your words. ”

Mrs. Fu said: "Girl, sister-in-law is verbose, although a woman has a lot of choices in her life, but there are not many opportunities to choose after all, sometimes, you have to grasp it when you should grasp it, what do you think?"

Hong Qingyi knew what she was referring to, her eyes were gloomy, and she sighed softly: "Perhaps, there are some things, I have missed it......"

Mrs. Fu said: "Girl......"

Hong Qingyi suddenly said, "Sister-in-law, don't speak." ”

Because someone came, there were quite a few, there were eight people, eight horsemen, and they rushed in the direction of the capital behind them.

Eight middle-aged men in white robes, all of them are strong and imposing, and they know at a glance that they are not simple characters.

When the eight-person eight-person ride was approaching, even Hong Qingyi, who was a tall and bold artist, couldn't help but gasp.

The first two ruthless men are the famous Northern Martial Arts Overlord Dongfang Wuyi and Dongfang Wuji Kunzhong, legend has it that their brothers have a deep friendship with Wu Qingfeng, the leader of the Northern Green Forest Alliance, and it is said that if their brothers join forces, Lao Wu is afraid of three points.

Undoubtedly, the Eastern Brothers, for anyone, are heavyweight opponents.

The so-called, people gather in groups, and in a team led by the Oriental brothers, the combat value of others is definitely not low, and the comprehensive lineup and strength are naturally not to be underestimated.

If Hong Qingyi is alone and encounters such a battle, maybe she can't help her, it's a big deal, she can't pick up a bargain, and she just leaves.

However, at this moment, the third young man confessed that she wanted her to take care of Mrs. Fu's mother and son on both sides of the carriage, if she left, what would Mrs. Fu's mother and son do? What did she explain to San Shao?

Perhaps, some classmates want to ask questions, smart as Hong Qingyi, they should understand that if this wave of people came to them, it must be to deal with her alone, and they drove away, so they will naturally chase after them, and Mrs. Fu's mother and son will be safe.

In fact, could it be that simple?

First of all, Hong Qingyi is not sure if this wave of people is trying to deal with her, she can't ask the Dongfang brothers about their substantive tasks before she starts, and then after getting confirmed, and then make an agreement with the other party about the three chapters, what is the matter to me, I am going to leave now, you can follow me to a place with an elegant environment and no outsiders to harass you.

What you imagine will never happen.

The contradictions of human beings, from the accumulation of richness to the explosion of limbs, are never involved in the affairs of one person, whether you are his (her) person or not, as long as you are still standing by his (her) side at the moment on the eve of the battle, then you are his (her) group, and you will naturally have to bear the fire of the battle.

Secondly, to use a strange analogy, hundreds of years later, when a certain person could not withdraw money from the AM ATM inserted in the card, he leaked domineeringly and smashed the entire ATM.

Although Hong Qingyi didn't know what would happen hundreds of years later, he also understood the truth that the fire at the city gate affected the fish in the pond. If she walked away freely, then, in a fit of helplessness, these people would be able to directly incinerate Mrs. Fu's mother and son in the carriage into a handful of ashes.

Therefore, Hong Qingyi can't go.

As if to verify some thoughts, the Dongfang brothers came to Hong Qingyi with a wave of people and stopped.

Dongfang Wuyi grinned widely, as if he was very familiar, and said with a smile: "Miss Hong, known as the most beautiful of the 'three golden flowers' in the capital, is also the most beautiful one, and now when I see it, it is really famous." ”

Hong Qingyi said lightly: "It's over, Mr. Dongfang." On such a cold morning, I don't know where Mr. Dongfang is going?"

There is no one in the east: "Miss Hong's reputation has made me admire for a long time, and I happened to know that Yiren was here, I came here with great enthusiasm, but I was afraid of your prestige, and I didn't dare to face your Fengwei alone, after a few considerations, I decided to gather a few brothers to help me - Miss will not look down on me because of my timidity?"

Hong Qingyi said lightly: "Mr. Dongfang, you are humble." Such a long and heavy battle, the little woman should be grateful, if you question it again, it will become the little woman's stinginess. Mr. Dongfang doesn't need to hide it, what are the good plans, you might as well show them and let everyone enjoy them, okay?"

At this point, it is useless to say more. Didn't the three young people say it, when you can do it, you will never move your mouth.

Sanshao, maybe, I'm going to be sorry for you today, I didn't complete the task you gave me, I didn't protect the people you handed over to me - but, whoever wants to move your people must step on my corpse to go over!

Hong Qingyi closed her eyes slightly, her wrist hung down, and her flawless white jade-like fingers were close to the hilt of the sword at her waist.

Dongfang Wuyi was silent, silently staring at Hong Qingyi on the horse. The weapon he used was a knife, a wide knife, which hung quietly on his waist. He didn't make any moves, and his hands were far away from the handle, so he didn't seem to be moving immediately.

On the contrary, the people around him, including his brother Dongfang Wuji, all pressed the handle of the sword or the hilt of the sword, and they all acted desperately at any time. Dongfang Wuji couldn't help but say: "Big brother, why ......?"

Dongfang Wuyi exhaled and said slowly, "Didn't you hear anything?"

Got it, got it—Dongfang Wuji pricked up his ears, and a low horse whisper came from far and near, from vague and clear.

Someone couldn't help but look back, and suddenly someone was full of surprise and whispered: "It's the dreamer's person, how could it be them?......"

"The old man who took the lead is the 'sixth uncle' of the dreamer......"

More than a dozen big men, dressed neatly dressed in gorgeous clothes, as if they were going to a grand banquet, but all of them hung with knives or swords or Emei thorns or thunder shocks and other murderous weapons, it is estimated that no matter how much they go to any mansion to go to the banquet, they are not liked by the owner.

A smile curled up at the corner of Hong Qingyi's mouth, and his expression finally relaxed.

There may not be many people from the Dream Family who are placed in the capital, but over the years, all those who have had a "discussion" with the Dream Family know deeply that it is a terrifying force like a meat grinder.

Eighteen men, eighteen horsemen.

As if the wind was galloping, one moment it was still in the distance where the figure was only blurred, but the next moment, it was completely clear in front of people's eyes.

Eighteen people rode closer, but they did not stop immediately, but divided into three groups, one moved sideways to block the back of the Eastern Brothers' team, and the other two groups went around left and right, and surrounded them tightly.

Dongfang Wuyi didn't turn his head over, he still insisted on facing Hong Qingyi, Hong Qingyi may be a very beautiful woman, but not all good-looking women are fragile, and the beauty in front of him is not only not fragile, but very strong, as far as he knows, even the most powerful "iron sword" Qin Wuya in the killer world can't get any bargain against her, even if he is not sure whether the matter is true, but a high-quality master cannot make immeasurable mistakes because of underestimating the opponent.

Therefore, he didn't think that he was wrong to put Hong Qingyi's position in front of the dreamer's people.

His decision proved to be extremely correct in a strategic sense!

When, when the people of the Dream Family implemented a kind of "dumpling-making" formation and gradually perfected it to the final stage, Dongfang Wuji naturally could not tolerate this kind of thing that was blocked and beaten, and he had to destroy it. When his hand was pulled out of the knife, a word came out of his mouth: "Kill!"

He meant, of course, to break out of this dangerous pattern. This is a pivotal moment.

However, when Dongfang Wuji pulled out a sword, Hong Qingyi's sword was completely unsheathed, and a cold silver light, like a cold light, suddenly flashed into the air.

Dongfang Wuyi still didn't draw his sword, but his body was like a powerful crossbow shooting into the air. The cold sword flashed and disappeared, and the mount of Dongfang Wuyi was instantly split in half by the magnificent sword qi, and the neat and even two-half horse body, it is estimated that if it was shown to the staff of the slaughterhouse, it must be breathtaking, admiring the dead and alive.

Dongfang Wuyi, who was in mid-air, naturally had no time to criticize Hong Qingyi, a beast, and the cold-blooded cruelty that he did not let go. What he needs is, time!

Hong Qingyi's sword has fallen, it can be said that Ruifeng will lose the opportunity to take the lead, and it will also take time for her to return.

Masters compete for life and death, and the difference is often not that the moves are not subtle enough, but time.

Because, after reaching an extremely high realm, all the moves are like the flower fist and embroidered legs like the moon in the mirror, and what really defeats the opponent is the origin of the martial arts realm that returns to the basics.

What is the origin of the martial arts realm?

The origin of the realm of martial arts refers to the ultimate goal of fighting: to make the opponent fall.

How to make the opponent fall in the shortest time is the key - no one is confident that even if the opponent is already bruised but still standing strong, he will not have any danger of being knocked down at all.

Therefore, only by completely knocking down the opponent and completely incapacitating the opponent can he be said to be the victor.

And all of this is summed up in an invisible and substantial definition, that is, time.

The rhythm that followed was that in the same time zone, Hong Qingyi's action was to draw qi and return to the sword, and Dongfang Wuyi's action was to draw the sword and slash in one go.

At this time, if you have to make an analogy, then, Hong Qingyi's sword momentum is like a tired sunset at dusk, while the sword momentum of the East is like a vibrant rising sun.

Although everyone understands that the power of the retracted fist to strike again is greater than the force to continue to move forward in the advance, but when the shrewd opponent does not give you the opportunity to shrink the fist, you have to reluctantly accept his ferocious blow.

The knife is the tyrant of a hundred soldiers. The most primitive and ultimate arcane nirvana of the knife is to slash and split.

Dongfang Wuyi slashed with the momentum of the thunder of the volley, spewing the most primitive furious aura of the knife, and the air swept by the blade seemed to be torn and distorted by pain and groaned.

Hong Qingyi, who didn't have time to pull back, had to bite his thin lip fiercely, his jade wrist trembled violently, and his sword was raised, colliding with the surging Dongfang Wuji.

There was an affectionate cheer between metals, and a string of sparks burst out at the junction of the swords, extremely dazzling.

Peng!

Hong Qingyi's horse could not match the huge impact and fell to its knees, Hong Qingyi jumped down, stood delicately, lowered her head, hung her sword, and did not move, while the corner of her mouth slowly flowed out a wisp of blood.

Dongfang Wuyi didn't seem to have a very good time, he had the advantage of being condescending and sharp, but Rao was so, with all his strength, actually, not only did he not imagine the scene of the opponent falling down in seconds, but what made him secretly surprised was that he also encountered the opponent's monstrous power to resist, if it wasn't for the moment when he was shaken over through the unloading and returning force, it is estimated that he would also suffer heavy internal injuries, no, even if he was standing at the moment, he still felt that his chest was stuffed, as if he was blocked with seven or eight tablecloths.

Hong Qingyi, this delicate woman who seems to be so weak, as if a breeze can blow it away, how can she have such terrifying power?

At this time, outside of them, it has become a pot of porridge. The light of the sword, like a demon in a nightmare, curses the reincarnation of living beings one after another.

The blood light, accompanied by the sunrise, splashed everywhere worthlessly, as if it did not reflect the hope of the rising sun, but indicted the despair of Zhuduan who was unwilling to be extinct.

Dongfang Wuyi's eyes were very cold, and out of the corner of his eye, he had already seen the scene around him, it was a one-sided slaughter, before that, maybe he had heard how powerful and terrifying the people of the Dream Family were, and he had sneered at it, but now, he suddenly felt very ignorant and ashamed.

Ignorance comes at a price.

It's just that the price is too heavy. With the desperate scream of his brother Dongfang Wuji, his stomach was cut by at least three knives, and none of the intestines that splashed out were intact, but he was still roaring, screaming, and running with great vitality, and finally, it was estimated that a man who liked to be quiet couldn't stand his commotion, reached out and grabbed his head and then crushed it without mercy.

Dongfang Wu's eyes jumped violently at the corner of his eyes, his eyes were all gray, perhaps, it was a potential law for murderers to kill people constantly, but when he really faced the killing of his relatives, it was another mentality.

He tried his best to settle down, his purpose was to kill Hong Qingyi, as long as Hong Qingyi died, even the biggest sacrifice was worth it. He tried his best to calm his mind, gathered his last strength, and finally struck a blow at Hong Qingyi.

He believed that Hong Qingyi must have suffered a very serious injury, and she would definitely not be able to bear this last full blow, she would definitely die!

As long as she is dead, all people today, including himself, will have a value in their deaths.

At least, the completion of the task, the overlord of the eastern part of the green forests in the north did not discredit his reputation!

It can be said that the idea of Dongfang Wuyi is very full, but the reality is full of skinny.

When, when the people of the Dream Family went all out to besiege and kill the members of the Dongfang Brothers team, it was indeed too late to allocate manpower to "take care" of Dongfang Wuyi.

None of the East took advantage of the situation to launch the final all-out blow.

When, the sword of the East is shining brightly, everyone is shocked to find that a very important person has been overlooked.

Through this moment of rest, Hong Qingyi also sorted out the trauma in her body a little, but it was obviously powerless to let her bear the huge blow force again.

It's just that at this time, she didn't have the slightest fear of death, but was relieved, after all, she knew that now, even if she died, the people who Sanshao confessed would be alive and well under the protection of the Meng family.

Therefore, she has a relaxed face, without any fear and pressure of facing death at all. When Dongfang Wuyi's sword was about to come over, she still lowered her head and hung her sword,

It didn't seem to have the intention of swords, but the dream family in the distance knew that she was preparing to kill the other party at the same time when Dongfang Wuyi killed her!

Clearly, she was going to die together!

The "sixth uncle" in the distance was shocked and exclaimed, "Girl, don't!"

Hong Qingyi raised her coquettish face, she smiled slightly, and did not say a word.

Perhaps, it's too late to speak, and the sword of Wuyi in the East is unstoppable like a long rainbow through the sun.

Seeing that Hong Qingyi was about to die in an instant, suddenly, a violent tornado blew out of thin air, flying sand and rocks in an instant, and the dead leaves and grass clippings seemed to be countless fairies dancing out of thin air in various postures. A powerful hand appeared out of thin air without any warning, as if it was stretched out from the depths or hell, and with a slight grip on the palm, the swords in the sky disappeared without a trace.

The strong wind dissipated, and in everyone's sight, a handsome young man in Tsing Yi appeared.

His face is still very sunny, as if, even if various authoritative departments and authoritative experts have confirmed that the next moment will be the end of the world, dare to love, his smile will not change.

"Sixth Uncle" exhaled a breath of sullen breath held in his heart, and smiled easily, in the scope of his consciousness, there is no person and thing in the world that the three young dreamers can't deal with.

Of course, the deepest feeling is definitely the one in the East. His face was full of ashes, and he whispered softly, as if he was dreaming: "I practiced knives at the age of seven, debuted at the age of thirteen, and now I have five or thirty years of rivers and lakes in forty, thirty years of blood, not to mention that no one has ever been able to walk out of ten moves alive under my knife, but absolutely no one can hold my knife in my hand like a toy so easily, you, you are the third young dreamer?"

That's right, his sword was held by his classmate in the dream, and he couldn't even pull it out with the strength to feed, as if it had taken root.

Meng didn't have more words, he just said gently, as if to the neighbor's naughty bear child who had done something wrong: "The woman who moved me, have you asked me?"