The setting sun was like blood, staining half of the sky red. The cold wind howled like a woman crying.
In the inn at the foot of Fanke Mountain, several heads hung in front of the high door plaque, crumbling in the wind. The peach charms embedded at the head of the door were removed, and the stone lions enshrined on both sides each had a head with a terrifying face placed on their head.
The ancient inn was already a miserable scene. The corpses were piled up, dripping with blood, and the disgusting smell of apes was everywhere.
In the garden behind the inn, the woman clung to the wall, unable to retreat. Her clear autumn eyes were full of fear, her red lips were biting tightly and bleeding, and she shook her head desperately.
A hand quietly climbed to her neck, and with such force that veins popped out, he lifted her up high.
The man with a withered face didn't even look at her. After breaking his rather soft neck, he slowly turned around.
Not far away, a man in white clothes was lazily leaning against the pillar. Seeing this act of transgression, he just narrowed his eyes and asked with a smile: "How do you explain to Wu Peixian that you killed her?"
The haggard man glanced at him and said in a hoarse voice, "Are you his slave?"
The man in white smiled indifferently, "The rabbit is dead and the dog is cooked, and the bird is hidden. You made him lose a woman who is rated as a beauty. With his temperament of revenge, do you think you can still get out of Qingqian City? Maybe I will take your life then." That person is me, this slave.”
The haggard man narrowed his eyes, stretched out his fingers, and passed them in front of him.
An invisible sword energy suddenly exploded.
Xie Guanzhao, the master of swordsmanship, has only cultivated the body and mind sword in his life, and he has killed thousands of people without leaving a trace.
The man in white squinted his eyes and changed into a more comfortable position, looking forward to witnessing the grace of this sword.
The haggard man muttered softly: "Go away with the sword."
There is a gentle breeze in the courtyard, the withered yellow willow branches are far away, and the sword energy is misty and uncertain, falling somewhere vaguely.
The dangerous plank road was surrounded by clouds and fog. Qingxue suddenly raised her head and frowned slightly.
The ancient sword Pan Ying flew out high and collided with the sword energy flowing down like a waterfall.
With her as the center, ripples were surging layer by layer, and the sea of clouds was swaying throughout the entire mountainside of Fanke Mountain.
Taozhi, with the mentality of watching the fun, tilted her head to admire the heroic scene, and narrowed her narrow eyes into crescent moons.
Thousands of women are enemies, and even women are tempted.
Pan Ying has arrived, and two more afterimages are flying high. One is as clear as water, and the other is as dark as an inkstone. They merge with the tall and beautiful Pan Ying, and go against the tide of swords.
The peach branch stretched out its slender jade fingers forward, lightly picking up the red thread, and scattering the remaining sword energy that had fallen down, so as to prevent the long-standing plank road from being destroyed.
The three ancient swords were like three black dots between heaven and earth, flying from bottom to top at extremely fast speeds. Even if they stagnated slightly in the end, they still smashed the tide of swords from beginning to end.
A wisp of the essence of the sword returned to his acupoints. The man with a withered and sick face slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, rolled up his sleeves, and sat casually.
The man in white had a look of astonishment on his face, "You haven't been beaten before?"
Although he asked this question, he knew very well that in this probing sword battle, the woman only won the stage. To break Xie Guanzhao's casual sword, it would take all three swords of Spring and Autumn to come out. The huge gap is self-evident.
The corner of his mouth curled up, thinking it seemed very interesting. Xie Guanzhao, the seventeenth in the world, and himself, the twelfth in the world, no matter how you looked at it, if the man in the capital didn't take action, he would be dead. Besides, when the time comes, there will naturally be experts who will stop the one from the capital. A fight between a great master and a great monk is extremely unlikely to endanger life, but it can delay a lot of time.
He just kept waiting here. As long as he dared to go down the mountain, he would definitely be dead.
After this, whether the man in the capital will go crazy and what he will do, whether the various schools of thought and the immortal family on the mountain will intervene, and what the situation in the world will be like, are all matters for later.
The man in white stood up lazily. Even though he had deliberately restrained his fist intention, his fist intention still flowed like a trickle. This boxing master, who almost ranked among the top ten in martial arts evaluations twice, looked up at the sky and whispered to himself: "Ten years, it will take another ten years to break through. It's really too long."
He casually walked across the corpses in the courtyard, not caring about the blood on his white clothes. In such a large inn, corpses were everywhere. The owner, dozens of servants, and the dead soldiers who were dormant here either had their necks strangled or had holes punched in their chests. In short, no one survived.
The next step is to burn all the corpses, clean the inn, and finally wait for Wu Peixian to come with the beauty.
The man in white yawned and told that person intentionally or unintentionally, "I heard that there is a stunningly beautiful woman beside our Crown Prince, and the four maids who have been climbing the mountain in the past two days are also pretty good. A chance encounter, anyway. I don’t want to be in trouble.”
When he didn't get an answer, he slowly walked out of the yard.
Sitting at the door of the inn where heads were hung, he looked at the charming mountains in the distance, his eyes intoxicating.
There must be someone who twists and turns the flower heart, dizzy and dizzy like a delicate dimple.
I, Yao Tiao, have traveled to the rivers and lakes three times, broken through three realms in three years, and seen all the beautiful mountains and rivers, but I can never get enough of the clarity between your brows and eyes.
Silly girl, please wait for me. When I finish this fight, I will go back and marry you.
You must be extremely beautiful with your phoenix crown and harem, right?
But I should be worthy of you, after all, everyone in the world says that boxing has fluttering white clothes.
In Linxi Thatched Cottage, Guiliu was taking care of Jin Zhi who was seriously injured and lying in bed. The jade medal around his waist suddenly glowed faintly. After being stunned for a moment, he smiled at the person on the bed and said, "I'll go out for a while and I'll be back soon."
Leaving Qiuli far behind, he strode towards the Liuli Archway. From a distance, he saw the two charming women with completely opposite temperaments.
Seeing that the two girls didn't look injured, Gui Liu's heart finally fell to the ground, so he slowed down and walked towards them slowly.
Qingxue has a cold temperament, so naturally she won't fight. Taozhi trotted forward, put her hands on his shoulders, stood on tiptoes, and pursed her bright red lips, eager to try.
Guiliu suddenly remembered what she had said before, and took a few steps back with a guilty conscience, but was noticed by her delicate mind.
She was not annoyed, she still looked that seductive and charming, tilted her head and smiled and said, "Has Your Highness kissed anyone else?"
Guiliu's face was expressionless, and he flicked her eyebrows with his fingers, "If you don't show courtesy to your master, no matter how big or small you are, you should be punished."
Taozhi immediately became angry, "I shouldn't miss His Highness too much. I deserve death. I will go back to the palace to apologize to the empress."
With that said, she left straight away and actually wanted to go down the mountain.
She was really angry, and really angry. Although he is not like Qingxue, who often speaks with blame, his sweet temper does not mean that he will not get angry.
The beauty is in his arms, but since he is hiding and feeling embarrassed, it already represents everything.
The person whom I miss so much is treated coldly when I meet him, and I use my status to put pressure on him.
The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she became, biting her red lips tightly and about to cry.
The white-haired figure had to rush out with all his strength before he stopped in front of her.
He was silent, his eyes were cold and vaguely angry.
The fact that Jin Zhi was beaten until he could only breathe was like a huge stone pressing on his chest, making him breathless and in a very bad mood. When Taozhi made such a fuss in front of him, he became angry for the first time. After spending more than ten years together day and night, this kind of thing rarely happened.
Taozhi, who is good at seducing people with her charming charm, is also a crying little girl after being heartbroken by her sweetheart. When she saw this scene, she was undoubtedly even more sad. She simply squatted on the ground and covered her face and cried.
Qin Fang once said that among the four maids, Qingxue is the most knowledgeable about the general shape and is familiar with the weights. Taozhi is the most eye-catching, but the hardest to comfort, Qiuli loves to cry the most, but has the toughest heart. Jin Zhi looks fearless, but is the least courageous among the four.
In front of me, the peach branches are crying and the pear blossoms are raining. It can be said that it is extremely sad. It is almost impossible to comfort her for a while.
Guiliu was most afraid of a woman crying. The anger he was holding in his stomach dissipated. He sighed, squatted in front of her, and said helplessly: "There is really nothing I can do about you. Why are you crying? Are you really thinking about it?" Are you causing trouble to the master?"
Even though Taozhi was crying, she still shook her head desperately.
Guiliu gently lifted her head and saw her cheeks clear with tears and her eyes red from crying. He felt heartbroken and softened his tone, "It was my fault. I shouldn't have been cruel to you. I apologize to you."
Taozhi shook her head and sobbed softly: "I don't dare. No master in the world would apologize to my slave. I will just think that your highness made a mistake."
Guiliu said solemnly: "If you don't agree, then I will keep squatting in front of you, waiting for you to stop crying, and for you to be me, and for you to stand up, then I will stand up again."
Taozhi looked at him with tears in her eyes, her watery eyes were extremely clear, and she said aggrievedly: "I keep my word, Your Highness, don't blame me."
Guiliu smiled and rubbed her little head, "I don't know you yet, you're a duplicitous little liar. How can you still dislike me? Get up quickly, put your tears back, be good, and take you to Yangyue Lake next time Play."
Taozhi was half-convinced and said aggrievedly: "Your Highness, don't you lie to your slaves?"
"Have I ever lied to you?"
Guiliu stretched out his hand to wipe away her tears and said softly: "Remember what I said, even if one day you really don't like me, I will tie you up for the rest of your life. Since you are destined to have me, I will not let you escape."
In fact, he still had something to say, and of course he couldn't say it. He couldn't tell her that in fact, he had only treated her as a biological sister, not the kind of relationship she wanted.
Taozhi burst into laughter and stood up. Knowing that someone was still being left out, she quietly took a step back.
And Guiliu was finally able to escape. Standing in front of the frosty-faced woman, she didn't dare to look up and just whispered, "I hope you're safe."
In fact, many times, Qingxue is less like a maid and more like a sister who disciplines him everywhere. Her cold demeanor, when angry, often made him walk on eggshells. And she was always the one who neither fought nor grabbed, willing and asking for nothing in return, so when facing her, he always felt guilty, and even though he had made many amends, he could never let go.
Without any warning, Gui Liu came close to her cheek, and in addition to the fragrant wind blowing against her face, she could also vaguely smell the smell of blood.
He knew full well that it was impossible to break the inevitable situation without getting hurt.
But he didn't dare to ask any more questions, for fear of feeling distressed and feeling even more guilty. He remained silent for a long time and just said: "Is the injury serious?"
"It's not serious, please rest assured, Your Highness." Qingxue replied coldly.
Guiliu nodded, "Come on, come back with me. I'll ask the old abbot to arrange two residences, and you two can have a good rest. Jin Zhi was seriously injured by Yao Tiao and is bedridden. I need to take care of her these days."
Pretending to hold Taozhi's hand, the latter subconsciously tried to hide. Geiliu immediately narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "Are you going to do it yourself, or should I do it?"
Biting her red lips, she hesitated for a moment, then Peach Branch tore open a layer of thin skin used to cover the wound, revealing her bloody hands.
Guiliu took a deep breath, her heart ached, and said softly: "I'm sorry."
Taozhi shook his head, "What did your highness say? It's just a minor injury. I'll ask Qiuli to apply medicine in a while. It will heal in a few days and there will be no scars."
"good."
He turned around first and walked in the front. Both women could see the white-haired figure, slightly rickety.
Soon, the empress in the capital will receive a secret letter.
The four maids have all climbed the mountain.
