In the dark and oppressive night, Han Zhen stepped on superb light skills, holding the dying person in his arms, and walked against the wind.

"Why are you doing this, I said a long time ago, I didn't let you save me if I left you alive!" he said loudly, his heart was moved more than the guilt of not being able to feel at ease, and at this moment he couldn't face the stupid and desperate woman in his arms.

Ye Qingzhou secretly grabbed his shirt and pressed it tightly against his chest, like a little beast seeking refuge after being injured, looking so pitiful, but his tone was very stubborn: "Don't ask me, I don't know if I ask, and I won't tell you if I know!"

In fact, what she wanted to say was, "I can finally be so close to you, even if you are with that person in the future, you will probably think of me a little bit." This is the last thing she wants to say in her last life.

However, as a saint who worships the Holy Religion, she has been pampered since she was a child, and she is accustomed to being high up and calling for wind and rain, and she is accustomed to others giving away what she wants with her own hands and letting her choose!

At this moment, the two uneven yin and yang true qi in her body were running around, her whole body was cold and hot for a while, and her heart was in severe pain as if it had been twisted into a stone.

"I'll save you, just because I want to! If you don't want to, you can throw me down, I won't survive anyway!" Ye Qingzhou endured the pain and said willfully, but he catalyzed his already weak breath, and the pain in his chest coughed violently.

"What are you talking about?" Han Zhen said loudly and urgently, looking down to see that her face was pale and haggard, and the blood at the corner of her mouth dried up and coughed out, like a bird that had lost its wings, and felt even more pity in her heart.

Ye Qingzhou lost too much blood and kept crying out for thirst, Han Zhen put her next to a stream in the mountains, and drew some clear stream water with her hands, after she drank a few sips, she suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood with a tangled face, and twisted her body as if she was in great pain. Han Zhen crossed a few rays of True Qi into her body to heal her injuries, but as soon as the True Qi entered her meridians, it dispersed, and it came down several times, which was of no avail.

"It's useless!" Ye Qingzhou was angry, "In addition to shocking the heart, the Yin and Yang Palm is a loss of the martial arts practitioner's dantian, no matter how much true qi the dantian can't stand it, it will collapse and disperse." ”

"Am I going to see you die with my own eyes?" Han Zhen looked at her, but he couldn't do anything, he could only hate himself for being useless.

"You don't want me to die?" Ye Qingzhou looked at him, tears of joy in his eyes, any love thread that this man moved for himself at the moment was exchanged for his life, "I'm worth it too!" she turned her head and leaned on his chest in satisfaction.

Han Zhen has only had one woman in his arms in his life, and that is Ye Qingzhou!

Although not the person who danced in his heart. But the city is unfathomable, and all good and evil can be crushed in the palm of his hand, and he can't promise any woman at all. He regards life and death as gambling, martial arts as life, and bloodlust as a means, and he can't even control his turbulent fate, how can he give others a home?

Many years later, he met a woman as beautiful as a pear blossom, she stood in front of him who had lost all her halo and glory, and seemed to inadvertently mention: "Father-in-law, do you remember that there is a woman named Ye Qingzhou?"

In an instant, blood-colored petals floated in his old and faint memory, and he immediately asked, "What happened to her?"

The woman sighed slightly, closed her eyes and said, "Twelve years ago, she died in the Xuanmen!"

Two lines of cold tears dripped from his cloudy eyes in an instant, in the end, Han Zhen had countless women in his life, but only Ye Qingzhou was willing to die for him! At that time, he only felt that as long as he paid off what he owed Ye Qingzhou, he could forget about this woman in the future.

But even the Jianghu guests who are light on life and death and heavy on promises understand that even their lives can be repaid with only one word, and once they owe it, it is difficult to say clearly.

A man like Han Zhen who regards the rivers and lakes as a Shura field, his heart has long been weathered like iron, and if he wants to know who the woman he loves the most in his life, he will only understand it after he looks down on all the clouds in a moment of life and death.

But at that time, everything no longer existed, the face was easy to grow old, and people's hearts were precious.

Han Zhen placed Ye Qingzhou in a hidden cottage at the foot of Xuanmen Mountain, so that he could bring medicine from the alchemy room every day to heal her injuries and continue her life, and gave the surrounding villagers a large sum of gold and silver to keep them shut.

Every time Han Zhen came quietly, put down the medicine and left in a hurry, Ye Qingzhou would quietly get out of bed regardless of his injuries, leaning against the door frame and tilting his head to look at the man's back, gently tracing his back in the air with his fingers, his shoulders were heavy and broad, like an eagle destined to take on a martial arts hegemony in the future.

She was so obsessed with his back, and her face was full of obsessive smiles.

She used this method to silently portray the love of her life and confess her love.

At that time, Han Zhen didn't know how far this woman could sacrifice for him!

At that time, Han Zhen was responsible for a major upheaval in Xuanmen, and he lived with thought and care every day.

As soon as the Holy Sect retreated, Feng Qizi really fortunately handed over the post of head of the sect, but the country cannot be without a king for a day, and although Xuanmen is not comparable to a country, it is also impossible to be without an owner for a day. As soon as Feng Qizi retreated, the other two sub-sects were in charge of the sect to avoid competition, and the infighting among their respective disciples was not conducive to the stability of the Xuanmen, and they also avoided the competition together, and Mingzhe generally waited and watched.

The next generation of Shi Jizi Ren Feiyang, Feng Yuzi Si Konghua, Yangchunzi Nangong Ren, and Ling Chanzi Dugu Hong are all in the prime of their forties, and they can be up to the task. Ren Feiyang is a mediocre person with mediocre martial arts, but he has a great apprentice, Situ Yao. Sikonghua's internal strength is amazing, and Nangong Ren is known for his achievements in external skills, and the four of them are only able to cultivate both internal and external martial arts like Dugu Hong's martial arts, surpassing these three people. If it is only martial arts, Dugu Hong is a unique candidate, but Sikong Hua and Nangong Ren are afraid that he will lose his original status after he sits in charge of the teaching, and he will no longer be useful, so he wants to support their senior brother Shi Jizi one-sidedly, but Shi Jizi knows that his martial arts are mediocre and difficult to convince the public, so he doesn't want to step on this troubled water.

After the three of them came and went, they felt that Shi Jizi's martial arts were difficult to convince the public, but his eldest apprentice Situ Xiaoyao's martial arts were the top among the disciples, and he was worthy of a heavy responsibility. However, Situ Xiaoyao was too young, and he was afraid that it would be difficult to suppress the crowd of others, so these few began to bluff and hold a competition among the same disciples, so that Situ Xiaoyao could win the championship in one fell swoop and win the position of head of the sect.

Han Zhen and the other disciples went through the ceremony as if they were accompanying the prince to study, which was very boring.

"Situ Xiaoyao is really happy this time, he has agreed to ask Senior Sister Chuchen for his relatives and teachers before, and now the position of the head of the sect is at his fingertips, which can be described as a spring breeze!"

Han Zhen was sitting on top of a big tree at that time, pouring all the pot of wine in his hand into his mouth with a calm face, and he didn't drink a trace of wine in his mouth in the cold and unwilling, but poured the anger in his chest more and more vigorously, and there was nowhere to cast.

"Senior brother, why are you drinking in the door again?" A woman stood under the shadow of the tree at some point, raising her head to Han Zhen on the tree, she looked at Han Zhen with a smile like a naughty child, with loving reproach in her eyes.

"Senior sister hasn't been the head of the lady, but she has taught us as the head of the lady?" Han Zhen said lazily.

The woman's face turned pale when she heard this, and she bit her lip tightly, and when she released her teeth, a little bloody red appeared on her pale lips, as stunning and dazzling as a touch of blood in the snow. Han Zhen looked down at her forbearance, knowing that she was trying her best to restrain her emotions, no matter when she was always so dignified and reserved, she never showed her emotions easily, and no one knew what she was thinking in her heart.

"So that's what you think. The woman seemed disappointed, and her eyes were full of loneliness.

"Chu Chen!" Han Yao jumped down from the tree and landed in front of her, his eyes stared directly at the turmoil in her heart, like a sharp sword that broke all her defenses, and said cleanly with the momentum of pressing step by step: "If you don't want to, you can go to the master and explain it clearly, will they still send you to the sedan chair?"

It seems to be right, the originally calm pool of lake water in Chu Chen's heart was disturbed in an instant, and she said a little out of proportion: "I, I-" It seems that this is very difficult, she can't make up her mind, naturally she can't say it.

"Hmph!" Han Zhen turned around and snorted coldly, as if mocking her cowardice in taking care of the overall situation, and kindness that only seeks troubles for herself.

Chu Chen looked at Han Zhen's distant back, and for some reason, as soon as this person appeared, she would lose her original composure, probably because his eyes were too fierce, too sharp, too profound, which made her at a loss.

At this time, the alarm bell of the mountain gate suddenly sounded, and all the disciples became nervous after hearing this, could it be that the Demon Sect was attacking again? Frightened and uneasy, everyone went to the main hall to assemble. When I arrived, I realized that it was not the Demon Sect that attacked, but the disciples who had gone down the mountain to inspect and caught one of the remnants of the Holy Worship Sect! The sharp-eyed disciples recognized it as the Demon Sect Holy Maiden who attacked the mountain together that day!

When Han Zhen looked at Ye Qingzhou who fell to the ground in the main hall, the blood in his body was cold and solidified, and his legs trembled so much that he forgot to walk. He saw that Shizun and the others, along with his uncles and uncles, and his master Duguhong were all interrogating Ye Qingzhou.

Ye Qingzhou was seriously injured and had not recovered, leaning over on top of the main hall, his hair was messy, his face was pale, but there was deep resentment in his eyes.

"This is the pill found from this demon girl, the disciple took a closer look, it is the Nine Turns Rhubarb Pill secretly made by my Xuanmen!" A disciple presented a green medicine bottle to the master.

Shizun immediately poured out the remaining bright yellow pills in his hand, put them close to the tip of his nose and sniffed them carefully, and exclaimed to the rest of the people: "Sure enough, it is my Xuanmen's Nine-Turn Rhubarb Pill!"

"I said earlier, the sudden attack of the Demon Sect knows the terrain of our sect very well, and there must be a disciple who is not angry, it seems that it is really good today, otherwise how could this demon girl have the secret elixir of my Xuanmen on her body?" Nangong Ren immediately slapped the table and said angrily.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!" Sikong Hua couldn't stand it anymore, and immediately shook off the dust and recited a sentence.

"Say, who gave you this medicine, and how did you appear near my Xuanmen?" Han Yao heard his master questioning sharply, his heart was like five thunderbolts, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his back was already sweating profusely.

Ye Qingzhou let these people take turns to torture, just lying on the ground motionless, not saying a word, let alone looking at Han Zhen, and only bearing it silently.

"Don't think that if you are a woman, we won't dare to torture you! We haven't made it clear yet that you Demon Sect has committed a lot of blood debts here!" Dugu Hong looked at Ye Qingzhou and said coldly and cruelly.

Ye Qingzhou suddenly raised his head, a contemptuous smile curled into the corner of his mouth, and said to the bewitching man: "That's it, you don't have to be so lustful." ”

"Then don't you say it quickly?" Nangong Ren said.

"It's Situ Xiaoyao!" Ye Qingzhou's voice seemed to spit out the most vicious curse in the world, resounding throughout the entire hall and alarming everyone's nerves!

Han Zhen's body was shaken, and he stretched out his hand to hold the vermilion lacquer pillar of the main hall so that he did not fall, and after being relieved, he looked at the weak woman above the main hall through the gap in the figure, and more bitterness and guilt immediately rose in his heart.

"I, I don't know her!" Situ Xiaoyao, who was accused, suddenly became the target of public criticism, and immediately denied it vigorously.

"Xiaoyao, it doesn't matter if you don't admit it, I don't blame you, I deserve it!" Ye Qingzhou looked at the young man who made a sound, and bit it hard.

If she didn't blame him, why did she want to bite him out and contradict herself like this?

Only Han Zhen heard the true meaning of her words: "Don't admit it, I don't blame you, I am voluntary!" His heart was shaking, as if there were thousands of swords cutting his heart together! He would rather Ye Qingzhou identify him, and it would be better to be ruined than to feel guilty at this moment.

He owed her more.