The evening breeze on the lake gently blew the moonlight, and pedestrians came and went on the broken bridge. Handsome young men and slim girls walked by, with a few laughs, which made some people look back.
"You just promised her like this. She is from the Wild Fire Cult. Who knows if this is a trap, just waiting for you, a little pervert, to jump into it." Along the way, Hua Qing'er seemed to promise Qingya Liao Wuyou was worried about finding the antidote for her.
"She has no reason to lie to me. The poison she has been poisoned by the floating fragrance cannot be faked. This poison occurs every day, and the poisoned person will suffer from the pain of cracked skin for as long as a stick of incense. If she really If she wants to get rid of this daily torture, we are her best helpers.
Even so, we cannot rush into the City Lord's Mansion. Let's explore the truth first. If there is an ambush, we can think of another way. But for now, let’s go back and have a good sleep. "
Qingya looked up at the sky. The bright moon passed through the night sky, pulling over a few clouds from time to time and hiding quietly.
"It's a bright moon, dark night and high wind. It looks like it's perfect for murder and arson... Oh no, it's perfect for sneaking in secretly."
An hour later, the small room at the end of the corridor of Huaying Building was the first place where Qingya officially settled down in his life. Although it has been three years since he returned, the tables and chairs in this room have always been clearly engraved in Qing Ya's mind.
Unexpectedly, three years later, the room is still clean, and even the placement of the tables and chairs has not changed.
The neatly stacked quilts at the head of the bed were just like what he had folded and placed there after getting up in the morning, and then came back at night to see them. It was as if these three years in the mountains were just a blur before his eyes, and he was still It was the boy from Huaying Building who went back to his room to rest after working all day.
Qing Ya suddenly felt empty in his heart. He looked at his right hand and moved his fingers. A white light flashed in his palm, accompanied by the sound of electricity. Qing Ya then relaxed his brows.
Qing Ya spread the quilt again, opened the wardrobe familiarly, put on a white nightgown, and got into the quilt. On the bed, Qing Ya pillowed her head with her arms. Liu Bailu's beautiful face flashed before her eyes. The mountain breeze on Yaoguang Peak gently picked up a strand of her green hair. Even the wind was extremely attached to the goddess.
Blinking his eyes, the scene in front of him came to the mirror lake covered with maple leaves. Among the red leaves flying in the sky, the Goddess of Luo danced in a graceful and stunning way.
These beautiful moments appeared in front of Qingya one after another, making him clearly realize that these three years were not a dream.
Qingya gradually fell asleep like this, and somehow, what finally appeared in front of her eyes was the woman in red who was as charming as the other shore flower and more mysterious than the night, stepping towards her in the moonlight...
"Girl, you just left without saying goodbye. I haven't thanked the girl for her help. Moreover, I haven't asked the girl for her name..."
However, what responded to Qingya was a sharp sword light.
The sword light fell to the ground, the light dissipated, and a long black sword was nailed to the green rock in front of him, and it penetrated three points into the ground.
The woman in red clothes was dancing, and the woman in front of her slowly fell down. Her smooth toes touched lightly and landed on the trembling hilt of the sword. Only then did Qing Ya notice that her toenails were also painted with red kodan. .
Originally, Qingya's behavior was considered disrespectful, and could even be called teasing. However, Qingya felt that this was in his dream anyway, so he didn't pay attention to those ethical words.
The woman in red seemed to be aware of Qing Ya's gaze. She frowned lightly, tapped the hilt of the sword with her toes, spun it, and kicked the disciple in front of her.
Before Qing Ya could react, he was hit hard on the right cheek. He staggered back two steps, raised his hand to touch his cheek, and asked himself in surprise: "Didn't you say that in the dream? Don’t you feel it, so this kick hurts so much?”
"But since the girl wants to have a discussion, I will accompany you."
Qingya didn't think much, he tiptoed a little, and his figure rushed forward like the flowing wind. In less than a blink of an eye, Qingya had already rushed in front of the woman in red.
He knew that the sword stuck on the ground was left to him by her, but the girl on the other side was unarmed. Out of the manly pride that became stronger as he got older, Qingya still chose to face him with his bare hands. enemy.
I don’t know where the tacit understanding came from, but neither of them used any cultivation methods.
Seeing Qing Ya suddenly approaching, the woman in red smiled slightly: "My body skills are not bad, but I haven't mastered them yet."
After saying that, she gently jumped back a small step, just avoiding the landing point of Qingya. Qingya missed the attack and jumped up again. At this moment, the distance between the two was only five steps, and Qingya was full of confidence in hitting the opponent.
However, Qing Ya's palm hit the air again, and the other party happened to be looking at him with a chuckle. At this moment, the distance between the two happened to be five steps.
Without any hesitation, Qingya rushed out again, but this time he ran behind her. For such a short distance, Qingya needed no more time than lightning. Even if she could avoid it, her next step would be uncertain. Still within his own attack range.
But when Qingya landed, she was still standing five steps away from her, with her hands folded, as if strolling in the garden.
"So fast..." Qingya couldn't help but admire. Somehow, she seemed to be able to guess her own thoughts every time, and always predicted her direction and distance when she started.
"Your body skills are indeed excellent, but your cultivation is still shallow and you cannot use it to its full potential. At the same time, your intentions are too obvious. As soon as you set off, people have already guessed where you are going. In the future, If you meet a master, you will inevitably have to endure hardships during the fight."
"Thank you, girl, I've learned a lot from you."
Ever since Liu Bailu taught Qingya Xiaoyaoyou, Qingya had often been able to take the lead in battles with his strange traces and extremely fast speed. However, this time, Qingya was completely defeated.
"Okay, if you continue to hide, don't fight this fight. I'm going to take action next, so you have to be careful."
As soon as he finished speaking, the woman in red five steps away had disappeared. His eyes did not catch her trace, and Qingya jumped back without any hesitation. However, when he was about to land, the hairs on his back stood upright as if he had been swept by a gust of cold wind. At this time, he could not use the strength to turn around. Qingya could only fold his hands together and put them on his back.
The palm of her hand suddenly touched a piece of softness, slightly cold, and it was her palm that pushed on Qingya's back.
"Fortunately she didn't hit anywhere else."
But with this palm, Qingya thought he had predicted the opponent's move, but he didn't expect that the opponent deliberately hit his hand when he saw him putting his palm behind his back. He released the water so fast that he almost caught up with Xihu.
