Cuishan Lake water delicate grass, Wentu a sword waved, there was no sound, no wind and no shadow, the color sword has entered the sheath room, ten zhang away a wall rock hard cracked a mark!

"Don't sneak up on ......," Ventu hurriedly drew his sword again. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

But there was still a sound of emblem fire, he immediately held his breath, and waved a sword qi to meet it, but it was the rhythm of the qin, there were still a few traces of qi floating, and the colored sword also made a concussive sound, if it wasn't for Wentu, the sword would have already been out of his hand! Where the sword qi and the sound of the qin met, a whirlpool was rolled up, and it flew away, and the pool water a few feet away met it, pushing up a layer of ripples.

"Fu Rou, Women's Day!" Wentu knew that it must be the two of them.

"Hehe, Brother Wentu, are you afraid that Rou'er will not succeed?" Although Fu Rou was blind, her skills had already been explored, and she suddenly walked out of the corner of the rock, carrying the guqin in her hand.

That Fu Rou, is already nearly five feet long, ingenious and jade, a white forging, long black hair floating to the waist, a slightly round and smooth face, the smile is clear layers, the mouth always loves to purse up and reveal sweetness, although the eyes are not seen, but the sky is pitiful, although it is not very big, but it is black and bright, and the beauty of changing the color of the world will change color when you move.

Bent thin eyebrows, delicate face, soft red lips smile, rumbling from the beam;

How can a woman who is trained on a festival day be ungentle?

"The law of emblem fire must not be issued lightly, ordinary people will definitely be harmed......"

"Except for the source of all evil, and the hands of the cunning enemy, you can play this technique!" Fu Rou simply finished speaking for her brother.

Mu Nujie smiled slightly, for eight years, thinking about the suffering of the two kings every day, if there was no little Fu Rou to accompany him, no Wentu careful persuasion, no news of Ah Wu occasionally coming to the two kings, he would have already committed suicide by kissing his neck.

"I want you to carry me again. As she spoke, Fu Rou flew behind Wentu, jumped slightly, and threw herself on Wentu's back.

After eight years of practice, there is rarely a chance to carry it, as Fu Rouwu's martial arts gradually become larger, and Fu Rou's body can not practice the art above the horn wood for the time being, but it is relaxed, Wentu suddenly imagined that he walked around with Fu Rou on his back like he was a child, but he was suddenly stunned.

If there was no shuttle corridor before, Fu Rou would be treated as a sister, and there would be no suspicion of men and women; however, the girl was his future wife, and there was always a mustard in her heart, this flutter, and it was summer, Fu Rou's mature breath suddenly pressed on her back, and she put him down in a panic, and lied in her mouth: "My brother is tired, it is better to hold me for a while." ”

Fu Rou didn't know, so she took Wentu and leaned her head on the crook of his arm.

Wentu secretly complained about the Munu Festival: "Where did you get such spices, and you actually made Fu Rou fragrant." ”

Mu Nu Day is ice and snow smart, see the scene in front of him, naturally know what the reason, in front of Fu Rou is nearly seventeen years old, charming and gentle, no matter which son sees it, all of them are full of excitement, then remembered Wentu's oath that day, that is Wentu swore to marry Fu Rou as his wife, only to be allowed by Mu Nu Day to give Snow Mountain Baizhi to the queen Chen Ying'er;

"Rou'er, why don't you play the "Colorful Sword and Red Horse Law" here, so that Brother Wentu and Sister Mu can enjoy it. Seeing that Fu Rou was close to Wentu, Wentu was already a little uncomfortable.

"Okay!" Fu Rou ran to Mu Nujie's side with the voice, supported the feet of the guqin, closed her eyes slightly, locked her lips intently, and flicked her right hand, and suddenly fell like a long water in the mountain stream, and it was like a galloping horse, not into the law of gangqi, but also fresh and smooth, and immediately turned this place into a fairyland on earth. The dry sky hangs the jade lock, the golden key of the vast land is born, the wind is out of reach, and the ...... is shocked"

The sound of the piano stopped!

"Brother Wentu, there is a group of people chasing and killing a good horse at the bottom of the mountain, and those people are full of internal qi and murderous aura!"

When it comes to listening, Wentu is certainly ashamed of himself.

"Let's go, let's see ......"

The three of them almost flew away, and in a moment they came to the bottom of the mountain.

In the distance, a white horse galloped away, the head of the white horse was very low, as if it was extremely tired, and the man on the horse was holding a boy in his arms, but the man who looked at the horse was already wounded, with no weapon in his hand, and his body was leaning sideways, and he was suffering from the pain.

After the white horse, more than a dozen war horses chased after them like crazy, waving weapons in their hands.

"Guanma!" Mu Nujie shouted.

Yes, these war horses are saddled on their backs, and they are all owned by the government.

In an instant, the horses in front of him rushed to Wentu's place, and at a glance he saw that Wentu was not a mortal, and suddenly rolled down, not forgetting to protect the boy in his arms tightly, and suddenly the child cried.

"Hero......" The man's chest, back, and arms were full of wounds, bleeding nonstop, and he was already dying, "Save Wang Gongzi!"

Wentu immediately stepped forward to support the man, but after a closer look, an exclamation of "ah" sounded, feeling like thunder and lightning hitting the top, and he was terrified: "Ke Ming?!"

It was Ke Ming, the chief of the iron guard in the palace and the vanguard of the imperial front.

Wang Gongzi, isn't he the son of Chen Ying'er?!

Ke Ming didn't know the person in front of him, because eight years ago he was just a mute Awen, and now he is a purple-robed knight, but seeing that the pursuers had surrounded several people, it was too late to elaborate, so he nodded hurriedly, but the corners of his mouth oozed blood: "Send this son to Beitu quickly, and look for Wentu Gong to protect ......" Even though he has a lot to say, he can't say it.

Ke Ming closed his eyes and went!

His hands were stained with blood, and he didn't let go of Wang Gongzi's little hands......

The war horses beside him followed the steps, and the leader suddenly said: "These three people, absolutely not one of them will be left behind, and they will be killed on the spot!"

"Brother Wentu......" Fu Rou has experienced countless killings, but she wore earmuffs when she was a child, and she didn't know about life and death outside her body, and now when she heard that someone was going to kill her, her white face was shocked.

"They are first-class bad people!" Wentu replied, pulling the little boy over, stuffing the little hand into Fu Rou's hand and instructing, "Protect the little nephew, no matter who touches him, you can use the whole technique of the guqin!" He knew that Wang Gongzi must be the son of the king, and now that he is so young, he must have been born with Chen Ying'er, and he is undoubtedly a little nephew.

"Hmm!" Fu Rou was really obedient, and immediately sat down on the guqin, and his right finger stroked the strings.

Mu Nujie also pulled out a long sword and stood behind Fu Rou to protect it.

The cavalry did not say a word, and after hearing the command of the chief, they all raised their weapons and rushed over.

Wentu knew that these people were all secret warriors in Beijing, and they were able to stab Ke Ming, and their martial arts skills were definitely good, so he suddenly pulled out his colorful sword!

Someone in the crowd exclaimed, "Colored swords?"

After eight years, the colorful sword is back in the rivers and lakes!

However, the people around have not flinched, it seems that they have been cultivated by the martial arts, and they are not afraid of this colored sword; however, the colored sword has not stopped, melting the breath of heaven and earth, and combining the power of the guqin, it is no longer the colored sword of the year.

Wentu flew up and jumped up, directly facing the sword light and sword shadow, without the slightest intention of stopping, his chest was already close to those weapons, but he could find an inch each, the thief obviously thought that the sword in his hand would stab the body of the person, but the qi that cut through the standing rock was released!

They all felt a chill in front of their necks and chests, and in this hot summer, they were a little useful, but they suddenly felt inappropriate, because their bodies were already paralyzed, some saw their plasma splashed, and some had fallen off the horse!

An assassin attacked the little prince, and Mu Nujie raised his sword to intercept her, but she had neither Fu Rou talent, nor literary skills, nor shuttle master, how could she be able to defeat the secret assassin in this palace, and the long sword was knocked away with a "dang" sound.

The blade of the sword stabbed at the child, and the little boy was immediately frightened, and he also stretched out his other hand and pulled Fu Rou violently, but he cried out in his mouth: "Auntie, there is a sword!"

is so smart and kind, Wentu is very happy in his heart, he knows that the other party is his aunt in one sentence, and he doesn't hide but takes care of others, it seems that Chen Ying'er's godson is also impeccable.

How can a little child be able to pull the Fu Rou, she feels that there is a sword approaching, it is actually a murderous aura, her left hand is loose, learning the movements of Wentu when she was a child, she has blindfolded the little boy, but her right hand is flicked and raised, and she reads softly in her mouth: "Cai Xuan! Angrily pluck the civil and military double strings!

In this "Colored Sword and Red Horse Law", the first paragraph of the color is the martial law, and the dry character is the literary law; the second paragraph of the text is the feather water law, and the Gen character is the Huihuo law.

"Ding ding" two sounds, the strings take off the martial arts, it is two large and small, it is an invisible sound sword rhythm sword, the assassin's sword has not yet arrived next to the piano, suddenly there are two air currents in the front chest, such as a flood mountain hitting a bird, he flew up hard, fell outside, the internal organs were shattered, and the breath was also gone.

Wentu a few rounds, the masters of this palace have fallen off the horse in horror and surprise, at this time the leader saw that he could not defeat the opponent, the horse turned around and fled, seeing that there were two people in front of him, Wentu shouted angrily: "I must not let you escape!" Lifting all the dantian qi, he threw a colorful sword at the man, and then hit the remaining two people under the horse with two palms.

Of course, Fu Rou could hear that someone was far away, and when she heard her brother's words, it was a thief who escaped, which was not allowed!

"The sound of the sword!" Jiao exhaled, the sound of "��" sounded suddenly, and the guqin sounded!

Wentu immediately regretted throwing the colorful sword, and Fang needed to come forward to pick it up, in case he hurt the blade, of course, he would regret it. Because, he could hear that Fu Rou was playing with the tune of the palace and soil, the thickest string, and what popped up was the last form in the martial arts, and it was also the last three words "sword sound".

"Pounce!"

"Brush!"

The leader was not surprised why the sword was pierced in the back, it was naturally sent by the purple-robed man, and the horror was that the subsequent blow was not a weapon, but it was all broken in the internal organs, and there was no time to identify anything, and a trace of fear disappeared in his brain......

The four of them buried Ke Ming in a secluded place in the mountain, and Wentu was annoyed by the grass tomb.

Recalling Ke Ming and Leng Ling's competition, calmly admitting defeat, being broad-minded, righteous and righteous, and winning the love of the king to take Chen Wangmen to stay by his side, I didn't expect that only eight years ago, he was killed by thieves, and looked at the frightened little boy with a side face, and he was even more melancholy, at such a young age, he experienced the killing, is it good or bad?

Thinking of this, he bent down and asked the little boy, "Who are your parents?"

When the little prince saw these people saving himself, of course he wouldn't lie, and replied bluntly: "The king and the queen." ”

"Meet the prince!" Wentu and the others saluted.

"I have left the palace, you saved me, and I don't have to bow again......" said him, tears streaming down his face.

Wentu looked carefully, the little boy had a broad forehead and a handsome face, he must have been born to the king and Chen Ying'er, so he pointed to the grave and murmured: "The person who sleeps here is there to save you, you must remember that he is your warrior, no matter who harms you, don't ......"

"Revenge must not be taken lightly, and people must not be killed indiscriminately, I understand. ”

Wentu suddenly realized that this must have been taught by Chen Ying'er, and she couldn't help but secretly admire her foresight and the wisdom of the little boy.

"You are seven years old this year, and you will grow up soon, and you will definitely bring Ke Xianfeng back to the capital in the future. "How old Wang Gongzi is, everyone in the world knows.

"Hmm. ”

What the hell is going on in the palace, Wentu is nervous, is the real disaster yet yet?!