"Ruthless Swordsman" was brilliant in light skills, following her unhurriedly.

After passing through three corridors and turning two gates, we arrived at another courtyard.

The shape of the square bamboo in the courtyard is peculiar, the bamboo pole that is not thick is square, the new bamboo is tender green and crystalline, and the old bamboo is orange and thick, reflecting each other.

The bamboo rockery condenses the different charm of nature. The mountain on the left rises steeply, and the clear water at the top trickles down, and the base is a cave and a waterfall. On the right, it is like a plain open, and the canals of the nine-curved ileum communicate with the holes, and the flat ground is dotted with beautiful flowers. Although the scenery is small, it is eclectic and interprets the essence of famous mountains and rivers, and the mountains and rivers are magnificent and graceful.

The courtyard wall is surrounded by strong maple trees, and the maple leaves are colorful and colorful, ranging from red to orange to orange to yellow.

Even though there are thousands of styles, who to talk to.

The "Poppy Lady" is engrossed in cultivating the demonic martial arts "Nine Yin True Scripture".

The "Ruthless Swordsman" is bent on obtaining the "Ming Military Defense Map".

Tong Jingwen's figure suddenly flashed into a room.

Xie Chen's wind was alertly invisible.

As expected, the "poppy lady" poked her head out of the door, looked around for a while, felt that there was nothing unusual, and then cautiously closed the door.

The Hunan embroidery curtains in the room were all hung down, strictly covering the scene of the room.

Tong Jingwen is so secretive, what exactly is she going to do that is not visible? Xie Chenfeng was full of doubts.

It is also difficult to resist the "ruthless swordsman" who has outstanding skills, and his body jumps as if a gecko is attached to the wall of the room, and through the gap, you can clearly peek into the experience inside.

The man lying on the table raised his head with a sharp heart, and said in a weak voice, "Jingwen, are you here?"

That person was the "Holy Hand Scholar" Ye Xue was drunk, her thin and haggard face was as white as paper.

Tong Jingwen replied softly and apologetically: "I'm late, why haven't you slept yet?" Axue, I'm sorry to keep you waiting. ”

Ye Xue was flattered, her eyes flushed. "Jingwen, don't say that, I can do anything for you willingly, I won't regret meeting you in this life, because with you my life has the meaning of existence. ”

What is love? Love is like a poppy, and you can't stop it.

Unforgettable love has been a swan song throughout the ages.

Xie Chenfeng listened sympathetically and almost shed tears.

Tong Jingwen has long been disheartened by the men in the world, and her face shows imperceptible boredom.

She said hypocritically: "Ah Xue, your body is very weak, you should rest early." ”

"It's still early, I don't want to sleep. ”

Tong Jingwen seemed to be infinitely rested, "It's good to go to bed early and get up early, so it's better to rest early and drink more wine." Then she turned to fetch the flask from the abutment, and at flying speed she took out a pack of ecstasy from her sleeve and threw it into the flask, her cheeks slightly mocking with indifference.

She turned around with the medicinal wine and walked towards Ye Xue gracefully, and her face immediately changed to gentleness and rest. She poured a glass of wine and handed it to Ye Xue, "Drink some more bars, and you will be able to fall asleep soon." ”

Ye Xue didn't take the wine cup immediately, and looked at Tong Jingwen with a hint of hesitation on her face.

Tong Jingwen turned her face faster than a book, put down the wine cup heavily, and snorted indifferently, "That's it, complain that I am amorous." ”

Ye Xue was shocked when she heard this, and hurriedly picked up the wine cup and drank the medicinal wine with a clattering neck.

As long as she is happy, as long as she is happy, Ye Xue is willing to do anything.

A medicinal wine is nothing, it doesn't matter if it's poisonous wine, the meaning of Ye Xue's life is to live for her.

The body finally began to stumble, Ye Xue covered her temples and muttered inarticulately: "My head is so dizzy, I want to sleep, I want to sleep......"

Tong Jingwen helped Ye Xue to the edge of the bed and let him lie flat, patted his chest gently, and muttered as if coaxing a child: "Sleep, sleep, sleep obediently, just sleep, everything will be fine when you wake up......"

Ye Xue snored after a while and fell into a sweet dream, with a peaceful and satisfied smile on the corner of her handsome mouth.

The "Poppy Lady" saw that Ye Xue was asleep, and her dark pupils immediately radiated a vicious and hideous light.

Tong Jingwen couldn't wait to find an infusion tube, and the needle at one end pierced Ye Xue's veins, and the fresh blood flowed through the catheter into the other end of Tong Jingwen's mouth.

Isn't fresh blood like elixir?

The "poppy lady" pursed her cherry lips and greedily sucked the warm blood, her cheeks trembled violently, and she closed her eyes infinitely intoxicated and comfortable, as if she was enjoying and tasting the taste of wanting to be immortal.

What was completely different was that Ye Xue's expression seemed to be very painful. The eyebrows are tightly frowned, and the forehead, temples, and eyebrows all secrete fine and crystalline beads of sweat. The emaciated face became whiter and whiter as paper, and the knife did not seem to bleed.

Xie Chenfeng was shocked to see it, Tianhu Island was hiding such a creepy secret.

The beautiful "poppy lady" turned out to be a belly snake with hair and blood.

Xie Chenfeng would never have believed that there was such a thing unless he had witnessed it with his own eyes.

He has a compassionate feeling for Ye Xue, why is he amorous and self-defeating?

It is definitely the No. 1 anecdote in the world. The ruthless swordsman skillfully broke through the vine forest array, and there was no slush claw. Tianhu Island's "Military Defense Map" was gained and lost.

The mouth of the "flying crutch" is definitely a horn.

Good things don't go out, but bad things spread thousands of miles.

The earth-shattering news is like growing wings and flying away.

The whole river and lake are boiling like sea water.

After dinner, people relished the story as if they had witnessed it.

Years of reputation were ruined overnight, and many killers gathered on Tianhu Island to swear a bloody oath for the alliance.

"Holy Hand Scholar" Ye Xue is undoubtedly the most desperate one of them.

The sky is as blue as the sea, which is refreshing.

A few clouds that are extremely light and thin appear white and elegant.

Then walk is the famous Feixian Bridge. The bridge is a local monument that once told a beautiful and poignant myth.

The story takes place when Pangu opened the world. The Yao tribe is at war with the Kun tribe and has a bitter hatred. Yao's second son is named Xiaoyu, and his appearance is mighty and courageous. Kun's daughter's name is Xue Yu, Mei Dai, Hanchun, and her hair is flowing like a fairy. One day, Xiaoyu and Xue Yu met Feixian Bridge, and perhaps it was destined that the two sides fell in love at first sight. The two often have trysts and love for life. After a long time, Kun found out about this, so he designed to kill Xiao Yu to pay tribute to the soul of his tribe. When Xue Yu heard the bad news, she jumped off the Feixian Bridge and died in martyrdom. According to the history of the wilderness, during the Northern Song Dynasty, a pair of lovers with clear eyebrows appeared in the water of Feixian Bridge, and literati and artists flocked to see the wonders.

Even though the magical colors have faded, the Feixian Bridge itself is also a beautiful scenery.

The floating light leaps into gold, and the bridge is like a rainbow, which has a unique poetic and picturesque feeling, which makes people fascinated.

The trees on the shore stand proudly and awe-inspiring. The old trees are cracked and grow tenaciously.

Poignant stories occasionally come to mind.

The stream is clear, the aquatic plants are like silk, and they are like green felt.

The reflection of the scenery swayed with the waves, intermittently.

The arched Feixian Bridge is delicate and simple, like the bright moon rising from the east wall.

The bricks of the bridge are gray and gray, and after the accumulation of wind and rain, dark and mottled moss appears.

The fallen leaves on the bridge deck are withered and smell of corrosion.

The small bridge is full of wind, and the eyes are full of antiquity, which makes people lonely and quiet.

Walking alone and otherworldly, Xie Chenfeng has a feeling of traveling to eternity.

In the center of the Feixian Bridge, someone is concentrating on painting, sometimes looking up, sometimes bowing, sometimes sluggish, sometimes waving.

The man was scrawny, his face was pale and haggard, and his deep pupils revealed lingering sorrow and infatuation.

If it were someone else, Xie Chenfeng would definitely be very envious of this quiet and elegant state of mind that has no quarrel with the world.

But he recognized that the person who came was Ye Xue, the "holy hand scholar" who was famous in the painting world, a poor person who was bound by fireflies.

Ye Xue turned a blind eye to Xie Chenfeng's arrival and was still concentrating on painting, painting the portrait of Tong Jingwen with her life's work and energy.

She is both a happiness and a human pain for Ye Xue.

Ye Xue was desperate to realize that it would be impossible to paint a work that she was satisfied with in her life.

If the painting is perfect, it violates the principle of reality. If the painting is beautiful and flawed, it goes against the romantic idea.

Ye Xue was painful and conflicted.

Ye Xue stared at the picture for a long time, sad and infatuated.

He encountered an unprecedented bottleneck and could no longer put his pen down, and his brush stagnated in the air like a chicken.

I know the fly in the ointment, but I don't know the crux of the problem.

Ye Xue was lonely and desperate.

He said to himself dreamily: "Why? Why do I think Tong Jingwen is still strange?"

He stared silently at the portrait of his beloved infatuated and focused, and gradually his pupils were covered with a layer of confused mist.

He reached out to the picture and wanted to tear it off.

Xie Chenfeng said word by word: "Don't you recognize your old friend?

No one had called him that for a long time, and even he had almost forgotten that he had been the illustrious court painter.

Ye Xue Huoran heard someone shouting at him like this, his body shook strongly as if he was possessed by a soul, and his face twitched in pain and urgency for a moment.

For a relationship with no future, Ye Xue lost herself.

Ye Xue's face gradually revealed endless sadness, and two lines of cloudy tears slowly flowed down her thin cheeks.

"The Holy Hand Scholar is already dead, from the moment he met the 'Poppy Lady'. Ye Xue's voice was mixed with sourness.

Ye Xue has indeed become a tool of the "poppy lady".

He was trapped by love, and he couldn't extricate himself.

Ye Xue was confused for a lifetime and was destined to suffer for the rest of his life.

Only when people are confused and smart for a while can they be happy for a lifetime.

Xie Chenfeng said smartly the scene of Tong Jingwen drinking blood.

Ye Xue didn't appreciate it, her deep pupils revealed a murderous light, "It's not good for a person to know too much, you should die!"

The "Chess Saint" is right, only to save himself, no one can do anything against Ye Xue.

Ye Xue originally had an ethereal self-deceptive dream to rely on, but Xie Chenfeng ruthlessly smashed it.

Ye Xue couldn't bear to make a move "plum blossom dots", the brush shook out seven stars, and the pen became a murder weapon to stab the opponent's acupoint.

No wonder Ye Xue has no fine products, since the moment the brush became a murder weapon, the brush has lost its proper painting function.

Killing people with a pen is not considered clever, but a wise person will kill with his mouth and heart.

The drawing board as a shield rotated like a windmill in Ye Xue's hands.

The colors of the image become mottled and dizzying.

The "ruthless swordsman" was not shocked, as if the old monk had settled down, and his eyes were calm and cold.

Trees have roots, water has a source, and things have a cause. The centrifugal force originates from the center.

Xie Chenfeng swung a sword towards the center of the drawing board with lightning speed, but it had an indescribable grace, like a dazzling electric light.

Infinite sword, sword ruthless, a sword out, meteor fall.

The sword was unsheathed and didn't seem to have attacked, and Xie Chenfeng stood silently and tired of it.

The sword pierced through the drawing board and stabbed in the chest, and Ye Xue's blood burst on the drawing board.

Ye Xue clutched her chest in extreme pain, and the red blood seeped out uncontrollably from between her fingers.

His face was as white as paper, and his eyes were full of surprise.

Ye Xue had never had time to see the other party's sword technique and time.

Legend in the rivers and lakes: Xie Chenfeng's sword is fast and really lives up to its reputation.

Ye Xue exclaimed softly: "What a fast sword!"

He reluctantly stroked Tong Jingwen's portrait, but the blood on his hand accidentally defiled the picture.

The portrait of the "poppy lady" is poignant and cunning.

In an instant, Ye Xue felt so real, and at the moment of the end of his life, he actually completed his work.

He sighed softly and comfortably, and his body fell like a wall of danger.

Love and hatred are over from now on, but they are red dust.

Ye Xue remained motionless and slept on the cold and damp bridge deck forever, a few withered leaves falling leisurely on his body.