Shi Zhixuan stayed in the villa for a long time, in addition to discussing this important matter with Qin Mu, it was to train the two unsuccessful apprentices in front of him. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Qin Mu looked at Yang Yanxu and Hou Xibai, in fact, they were still a little behind a genius like Shi Feixuan, but the talents of the two were undeniable.

Yang Yanxu can combine the "Imperial Ten Thousand Laws Root Wisdom Sutra" to create a higher level of black hand magic skills, his stoic and indifferent character is the best successor of the way to mend the sky, Hou Xibai also has the unique charm and freedom of the flower faction, it can be said that it is difficult to say how deep the master-apprentice relationship between Shi Zhixuan and the two is, but in the inheritance of the two factions of the flower mending the sky, the evil king has almost no selfishness, but he is a little laissez-faire to the two.

But at this time, since he and Qin Mu agreed on the matter of reforming the Demon Gate, Shi Zhixuan was naturally uncharacteristically interested in the two people who might inherit his career in the future, and began to take the school to take the martial arts of the two.

There are chickens flying and dogs jumping inside this mountain villa, and the outside world is not very peaceful.

Shi Fei Xuan is the most important spokesperson for the righteous path, so in the hands of Qin Mu, where is Jing Zhai willing to rest, but Qin Mu's record is too amazing, and those who are idle dare not tease his tiger whiskers again, not to mention that Shi Zhixuan's visit to Qin Mu did not cover it up, but was seen by some spies around him, so that the six masters of the great master level in the world, in this small villa, there are two, for those with bad intentions, this place has become Longtan Tiger's Den.

After hundreds of years of quiet fasting, the door of the nunnery was reopened.

One by one, letters were sent to the Quartet by the female crown of Zhaizhong, but Fan Qinghui, the lord of Jingzhai, stepped out of the nunnery and entered the worldly world after a twenty-year absence.

She was dressed in plain clothes, nearly forty years old, but she seemed to be particularly favored by the years, her face was like a girl, but a pair of eyes that were as silent as stagnant water, making people unable to figure out her age.

Fan Qinghui stood on the peak of the emperor, turned around and looked at the stone plaques engraved on both sides of the mountain road with his home in this mountain, and the clouds were deep and unknown, sighed slightly, and stepped forward.

Lingnan, Songjia Mountain City, Grinding Knife Hall.

In the middle of the hall stood a man in a green robe, with a handsome face without the slightest blemish, a pair of eyes that shone like jewels and radiant under his eyebrows, a broad forehead that showed wisdom beyond ordinary people, and a melancholy expression that could move anyone, but which made people feel that the depth of the feelings was elusive.

The temples were frosted, but there was no trace of aging, but it added to him the aristocratic style of a high-ranking lord and the demeanor of a Confucian scholar. It is also daunting and unattainable. With his even and graceful body shape and Yuanting Yuezhi's posture, he does have the intoxicating demeanor of a top master in the world.

The first person in Lingnan, the first knife in the world-

Heavenly Sword Song is missing.

He looked up at the bright moon outside the window, exhaled softly, and whispered softly into the open space of the lobby: "I have been thinking about it all these years, how could the moonlight that day be so beautiful, so that I have never forgotten it in my life, but today I see the unparalleled moonlight again." ”

Fan Qinghui stepped in from outside the hall, lotus steps, her eyebrows were affectionate, she looked at this peerless swordsman fixedly, her lips opened, as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't say anything, after a while, she just spit out a sentence: "Brother Song, don't you go through the years, are you okay." ”

Song Que's eyes moved away from the bright moon in the sky, and he looked at this old friend from twenty years ago, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face: "Now that I am married and have children, I have both children, what's so bad?"

Fan Qinghui was speechless, so she had to sigh softly, Zhengse saluted Song Que, and said, "Brother Song, Qinghui is here to ask for something. ”

Song Que raised his hand and stopped her words, only to hear him say lightly: "I can guess what you said, but I can't agree to this matter." ”

Fan Qinghui was anxious, her mouth showed sadness, and said: "I have not encountered such a difficult thing in the past hundred years of Jingzhai, if Concubine Xuan goes on like this, she will be a Xiuxin senior sister, for many years, only I, a dull person, have been left to support me, I have no heir in Jingzhai, and I can't have no one anymore." ”

Song Que raised her hand slightly, stopped her gushing pleading, and only listened to him: "I thought that this moonlight was the same moonlight, and this Yiren was also the same Yiren, but I didn't know that this would be all such a worldly thing, and it disappointed me." ”

With a wave of his sleeves, the doors and windows of this hall were struck by his vigor, and they were covered one after another, blocking the moonlight from the door.

Fan Qinghui was stunned, slightly sad, and said: "Brother Song, it's been twenty years, how can people not change, not only me, you have also changed." ”

The man in front of him raised his eyebrows, seemed to smile, and said: "I have indeed changed, but I am more and more like me, but you are more and more like you." ”

He stared at Fan Qinghui's seemingly gentle, but without a little angry eyes, and sighed slightly in his heart, knowing that the bright and flying girl in his heart had completely disappeared.

After saying this, Song Que seemed to have lost his patience, and continued: "You should have invited me alone, Ning Daoqi, the four holy monks, I'm afraid they were all invited by you to deal with Qin Mu." ”

This is not a secret, Fan Qinghui nodded, and replied: "More than ten years ago, the evil king fled far away, and the rivers and lakes already didn't know how far his martial arts had reached, not to mention that Qin Mu, since his debut, his reputation has been higher than one day, and no one can tell where his martial arts have been, so I came to bother Brother Song and press the battle for us." ”

Song Que didn't think it was different, just shook his head slightly, and said: "I, Song Que, have never done anything to dominate the crowd in my life, and I won't do it in the future, Qinghui, you come to beg me today, and I also sigh for you, I thought you knew me." ”

Fan Qinghui knew that this person was a very stubborn person, once she was identified, she was like a rock, she was sad and speechless, she turned around and walked out of the door, she stopped at the threshold, turned her back to Song Que, and said lightly: "Brother Song, the world says that you are infatuated with me, but you also know that a person like you, where in the world will there be a woman who is not moved." ”

Song Que's expression moved, only to hear Fan Qinghui also raise his eyes to look at the moonlight, and continued: "You said today that I am no longer me, and I also know it, but you and I have different paths, so we will separate, what you ask for is only me, but what I ask for is self-sacrifice, and now we are all seeking benevolence, why pity?"

"I also dreamed of the beautiful moonlight on the river that night, and the poem you chanted. ”

She walked out, but she heard a gust of wind behind her, and when she took it back, she saw a plain white post.

Fan Qinghui was stunned for a moment, only to hear Song Que behind him whisper: "I have been writing this battle post for a while, and I am tired of Qinghui and me sending it to Brother Qin, saying that I will definitely come to the door when I come." ”

Fan Qinghui's heart warmed, and she was about to turn back, but she heard him continue: "Things are people, you and me, the fate is all here. ”

The door slammed shut.

Outside the door, Fan Qinghui's face was stunned, and she held the post tightly.

Inside the door, Song Que stroked the scabbard beside him with his hand, gentle and lonely.

ps: Why is it so late today, because of the procrastination, it is delayed until the time to watch the Champions League~