"I…"
"I know it is you"
"You're here, are you looking for me?"
As the nightmare-like voice gradually became clearer, Qingyun's face became more solemn and his brows furrowed tighter.
"I know, you must never forget me, right?"
This voice is very soft and flat, as if it has no characteristics. As a female voice, it is neither charming nor coquettish, nor delicate nor soft, which is very rare. It even has some unpleasant hoarseness and strange frustration.
But the sound is very pure, so pure that it is like the first cry of a baby when it is born, or like the lingering sound of a fishing boat that sings late and stops singing after the boat returns to shore.
Although this voice may have changed a lot, it is still filled with a very strong power of confusion, and this is not the first time Qingyun has experienced this uncomfortable feeling of being confused!
"No, it's Long Qingcheng, she's here!"
Chang Linbai was the first to wake up from his trance, and then his face suddenly changed. At the same time, Qingyun also opened his eyes and jumped out of the window without saying a word.
This is Baizhen City, and no one dares to touch Chang Linbai, but if he is caught in a jar by the Long family in the restaurant, even if he has three heads and six arms, he will only be at the mercy of others!
But it's a pity that the confusing sound of Long's poem is obviously far beyond Qingyun's understanding.
Although both he and Chang Linbai thought that the other party had already set foot in the restaurant, just as Qingyun's feet landed, the alluring figure wearing a fiery red cloak caught his eyes again.
Obviously, this kind of innate magical power of dragon poetry can quietly confuse even the perception of monks.
If Xiao Luoyi is a rose, Yao Mengxun is a peony, and the little fox is a lotus, then this dragon poem is like the white and red rose in spring.
The peonies are extremely beautiful in the spring breeze, and the chrysanthemums are blooming in the evening. Why is this flower full of beauty, with light and deep red blooming all the time?
"Long time no see, Mr. Qingyun."
Their eyes met, and the beauty of Long's poem did not waver Qingyun's intention to run away in the slightest, but the word "gongzi" in her mouth almost made the young man's legs weak.
"You and I are mortal enemies, sister!"
Qingyun complained in his heart.
Different from the flat and even unpleasant female voice that just sounded to my ears, the voice that came out of Long Fushi's mouth was actually very pleasant.
Smiling awkwardly, the young master didn't even say hello, but turned around and ran away again!
"Keep the green hills here and don't worry about running out of firewood. Goodbye!"
Unfortunately, within a split second, an unprecedented sense of crisis suddenly surged into his heart.
"No! There are experts!"
Qingyun's eyes first blurred, and then a huge force suddenly came from his chest!
puff!
This terrifying force didn't even give him time to feel pain, and blood wrapped in the opponent's overbearing spiritual power spurted out from his mouth.
He suddenly flew into the air like a rag sack, and then fell right next to Long Fushi's delicate jade feet.
What's even more vicious is that the person who used the palm is vicious, and its power is like thunder and lightning. In an instant, Qingyun's whole body's veins are raging, and the resulting pain is so great that he can't even faint!
So the young man had to endure the severe pain to stand up and try to stay away from the dangerous Long Fushi. Only then did he see the master standing opposite him clearly.
"Sister Fu Shi, is he the person you are looking for?"
The visitor was a tall and thin man wearing a black robe, with a strong nose, thin lips, sword-shaped eyebrows flying into his temples, and a few strands of long hair behind his ears that seemed to tell people about his romantic and unruly nature.
The handsome man's face was filled with a joking expression, his soul-piercing eyes and his majestic spiritual pressure were all telling Qingyun three big words across the abyss from him:
"Concentration Realm!"
After struggling to spit out something that was either internal organs or blood clots, the young man gritted his teeth and said vaguely.
boom!
There was no time to distinguish the other party's movements. As soon as Qingyun's eyes blurred, the person disappeared again!
The next moment, that terrifying force came from behind again, and his body floated gently like a feather, and then still hit the ground heavily.
"Hmph, you damn bitch, don't dirty the clothes of my poetry-composing sister!"
The black-clothed male cultivator in the Concentration Realm kicked Qingyun away first, and then spoke viciously and spat at Qingyun with disdain.
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his handsome face and smiled again, and asked Long Fushi softly:
"Sister Fu Shi, this guy is just a dead dog at the first level of Yuan Hua Realm. How could you be hurt by him?"
The man put his handsome profile with a slightly exotic look in front of Long Fushi's body, but he didn't notice the faint blood-colored ripples flowing on the jade pendant hanging around her neck.
"Senior Yun Chen, are you saying that my cultivation level is not as good as that of a young man who has just entered Yuanhua?"
"Haha, sister is joking, am I not caring about you?"
While speaking, Yun Chen was so concerned that he wanted to pull the cloak on Xiang Xiang's shoulders for Long Fu Shi, but the other party dodged him without leaving a trace. Long Fu Shi's face remained unchanged as he took over the conversation:
"Senior, there is just a slight misunderstanding between Master Qingyun and I, so why do you have to do such a heavy trick?"
Hearing this, a trace of embarrassment flashed across Yun Chen's sharp eyes, and he spread his hands dumbly and said with a smile:
"Oh my, they told me not to call me senior anymore, just call me senior brother. That's too foreign."
"Hanjian, go and check Master Qingyun's injuries."
Long Fushi did not reply directly to the other party, but turned his head slightly and gave an order to Long Hanjian behind him.
That's right, this person is the descendant of the dragon clan, Yun Li, who was sent by Xihe, the leader of the Nine Dragons, to Baizhen City to investigate the whole matter!
After receiving the order, Long Hanjian was also shocked, because that day he and his eldest sister witnessed Qingyun killing Long Yanzhi. Long Fushi was also slightly injured, and his own sword was broken by the other party.
With the powerful Senior Yun Chen here today, wouldn't it be a good opportunity to kill the opponent? But why does the eldest sister look like she is yearning for this boy?
"Sister?"
"Um?"
Long Fushi hummed softly, and Long Hanjian suddenly felt relieved and hurriedly walked towards Qingyun who didn't know whether to live or die.
"Haha, I took action rashly, so I don't have to trouble Han Jian!"
Regarding Long Fu's attitude towards the poem, Yun Chen's face clearly showed a little bit of jealousy and embarrassment. He dusted off his robes, and at great speed he got in front of Long Han's sword and wiped out the "dead dog" on the ground. Qingyun, who was lying down, was lifted up.
With a slight sweep of his spiritual consciousness, Yun Chen still smiled jokingly and said:
"Oops, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, little Taoist friend, I didn't expect that I accidentally broke five of your ribs just now, but good things come in pairs, so let's have a perfect one!"
Although Qingyun kept his eyes closed, his face was distorted by pain, which made Yun Chen feel particularly happy.
At this time, the stalls and hawkers on both sides of the street, including all the businesses, had already withdrawn and the buildings were empty. They only dared to hide in the dark and watch.
They didn't know who Yun Chen was, but everyone knew the famous Long Qingcheng!
The eldest princess of the younger generation of the Long family in Baizhen City!
Because of this, no one dared to stop him, let alone how noble and powerful the Concentration Realm was in the hearts of low-level monks.
Yun Chen really enjoyed the beauty of being looked up to, and he was also very addicted to the pleasure of holding Qingyun in his hand, the power that determines life and death.
At this time, Long Hanjian did not dare to act rashly, so in full view of everyone, Yun Chen swaggered again, and his palm was firmly stamped on Qingyun's chest!
And he had already had time to open the protective spirit shield, completely blocking the flesh and blood and internal organs spewed out by Qingyun. Rather than saying that his expression seemed naughty, it would be better to say that this person simply ignored the life and death of others.
However, many people present did not know that this young and powerful senior was indeed not a person.
"Hey, little fellow Taoist, are you okay?"
Yun Chen smiled and shook the "dead dog" in his hand, like a child checking whether his toy was damaged.
And with every swing of his arms, thunder and lightning would appear from time to time on Qingyun's tattered clothes, which would also make him vomit blood in pain.
"The bones are pretty strong."
Yun Chen snorted disdainfully, and was about to throw away the music in his palm, but he suddenly paused when his arm fell in the air, and then he shook Qing Yun as if draining the blood from his prey, and rushed towards the dragon. The poem asked:
"Sister Fu Shi, I'm just teaching you a lesson from the bad guys who bullied you. You won't blame me, right?"
As he spoke, Yun Chen's bright and clean teeth seemed to be shining with a cold white light.
At this time, Long Fushi finally raised his head and looked at the struggling and twisted Qingyun. A beautiful smile slowly appeared on his beautiful face. He stretched out his arms hidden behind his cloak and said Shi Shiran:
"In that case, I would like to thank you, Senior Brother Yunxi."
"Haha, it doesn't matter, as long as you are happy!"
After saying that, Yun Chen flicked his arm, and Qing Yun, who had been manipulated for a long time, was finally freed and was thrown into the air in humiliation again.
Fortunately, at this time, a gray-brown figure also rushed out of the window of the restaurant and caught the blue clouds in the air.
"snort!"
When Yun Chen saw this, he immediately flew into a rage. He thought that there were blind ants who dared to destroy the atmosphere he had finally created. At that moment, he jumped directly into the sky and scolded:
"Where did you come from, you rat, you must die!"
"stop!"
The person who caught Qingyun was none other than Chang Linbai, who had just had a drink with him, but the one who scolded him was not Long Fushi who had dug his nails deeply into his flesh.
boom!
The huge sound shook all the stalls on the street to pieces, and even the pavilions on both sides seemed to be crumbling, like a building about to collapse.
I saw another strange and beautiful woman appearing in the sky at some point, and suddenly took Yun Chen's palm for Qingyun and Chang Linbai.
The power created by the collision of both palms was comparable to beating war drums. After landing, Yun Chen remained motionless, but the red-haired woman with a hot figure swayed and couldn't help but take half a step back.
"Yun Chen! Don't act recklessly!"
She suddenly exerted force on her back foot, and after forcibly stabilizing herself, the woman stared angrily and scolded sternly, and she was none other than Qianwu's clan sister, Yinghong, who was studying with Xihe.
This time she left the ancestral court and came to Kyushu. She did not wear naked clothes like Qian Wu, but chose an ordinary monk's robe similar to Yun Chen.
But despite this, he seems to be of the same origin as Qian Wu, and the spacious monk's robe makes his delicate figure even more hot and eye-catching.
PS: I made the wrong click on the last chapter, so I posted it in advance. I won’t post it later. Sorry~
