"Jiu'er! That's enough! Stop making fun of Xiuzhu!"

The heroes among the three women were all very powerful. Yao Qishang, who was slightly drunk, pulled him over and almost sat him on her long legs.

"Oh, little princess, why are you protecting the calf like this? I won't eat him~"

"Ajiu."

I don't know if Fang Cihang was a little unhappy, but he called Yan Jiu's name, causing her to stick out her tongue and quickly rush to the side of the bandaged man.

"Hey, you damn guy will be jealous, right?"

Ever since Fei Lao pointed out certain truths or the non-existent twins Sara, Fang Cihang's attitude towards Yan Jiu finally changed slightly and was no longer as indifferent as before.

"He's still young."

As soon as these words came out, Shen Xiuzhu's face became even more expressionless, as if he would burst into tears the next moment.

When Yan Jiu made such a fuss, Dai Lin'er immediately became interested.

She was used to fighting with Yao Qishang, but this time, with the help of wine, she suddenly used force to pull Shen Xiuzhu into her arms again, and said with a sweet smile:

"Sister Shuang, having fun alone is not as good as having fun together. Such a cute boy is not as good as us..."

"Dai Lin'er! You! Let go!"

"Hmph, let it go as you say? How shameless would it be for me? Why, bite me?"

Saying that, Dai Lin'er actually hugged Shen Xiuzhu in public, and then kissed her fiercely!

Phew~

Master Shen's nosebleeds spurted out, and Yao Qishang was dumbfounded on the spot. In the end, the two tall girls had a fierce fight~

"Let me tell you Mengxun, Dai Lin'er doesn't like my type at all."

The young man who was huddled in the corner watching the show winked at Yao Mengxun.

"Then you have to think carefully about why she treats you so well and follows you for no reason~"

"Well...it seems to make sense."

At this time, the young master suddenly thought of something, and taking advantage of the noisy shouting, he whispered:

"By the way, Mengxun, when Wan Congfang appeared earlier, you said you felt violent and evil emotions. Was it her?"

Speaking of this, the cup in Yao Mengxun's hand obviously stopped in the air. After putting it down gently, she conveyed the message with her spiritual consciousness: "At that time, the light was still there. I saw people with the eyes of my heart, and I only thought of the hearts of all living beings." It's either black or white, but now that I can't see it, I feel that good and evil, sorrow and joy all have colors, and the seven emotions and six desires are colorful, and colorfulness is the true dialogue of the human heart."

After a pause, Yao Mengxun picked up the wine glass again, but Qingyun found that her hand was trembling slightly.

"She is not a human being, she is a dark and rich mass of 'evil and evil'. Whenever I look directly at her, I feel as if I have fallen into an endless abyss, lost in eternal fear, unable to extricate myself."

The young man knew clearly that what Yao Mengxun saw with his inner eye must be the immortal punishment born out of the chaos of Taoism.

"From her body to her mind, everything seems to be composed of extreme 'evil thoughts', but for her, these are just imprisonments, no, they should be said to be the soil that stabilizes her soul. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to describe it as being able to emerge from the mud without being stained. , but I really can’t figure out how Wan Congfang didn’t lose herself in this evil soil, and why she became like this.”

"Hey, after I leave the Bamboo and Stone Sword Sect, I will tell you some secrets, Mengxun."

It's not that she doesn't believe Yao Mengxun, but the key is that the black villain is too powerful. Qingyun is worried that the more she knows, the greater the danger.

And from what she meant, it seemed that Wan Congfang's entire soul was composed of immortal punishment. What was going on? Is it because it was too severely eroded by the immortal punishment?

"It's okay, Xiao Yun'er. In fact, I can also see that the 'evil and evil' in your heart has the same origin as Wan Congfang's 'black'. It's just that you have shackles and suppression. You are the Zangfeng of the past and the one you are now.

Luo Yunjian, right?"

"I can't hide anything from you."

Qingyun smiled bitterly, then raised his head and drained the bitter wine from the cup in one gulp.

"Fellow Sword Ghost, it turns out your real name is Wan Congfang?"

In the sky, Mo Shuiyao, dressed in black, floated among the clouds and waves, calmly gazing at the young man below who was only laughing and showing no sorrow. She was as light as a crow, and after a cold autumn wind, she suddenly spoke.

"Um."

"Congfang is rotten, gloomy and colorful, what a good name."

A green figure slowly appeared. The girl-like girl Fang'er had her hands behind her back, looking fierce and old-fashioned.

"I haven't read any books, so I can't praise you, but your name is as nice as your nickname, Yan Yu Lone Die, very beautiful."

He glanced at Wan Congfang in surprise, who looked as pale as a female ghost. Mo Shuiyao chuckled and took off his scarf, revealing the same delicate and beautiful face.

"I think you are more beautiful, and you should be much younger than me, right?"

After hearing this, Wan Congfang pointed to the huge scar between her eyebrows, smiled self-deprecatingly, and asked:

"If I said I was only in my thirties this year, would you believe me?"

"Of course I don't believe it. If I could achieve your level in my thirties, all the monks in the world would commit suicide."

"That kid is only in his thirties. When we first met more than ten years ago, he was just a mortal."

Following Wan Congfang's guidance, Mo Shuiyao focused his attention on Qingyun.

"After more than ten years of practice to reach the middle stage of the Yuanhua Realm, such talent is rare in this world. No wonder Mr. Fei values ​​him so much. Sword... Master Wan, I think you are not his master, right?"

To Mo Shuiyao's expectation, Wan Congfang shook his head very calmly:

"no."

"Then you..."

Just talking about this, the evil aura around the Bamboo and Stone Sword Ghost instantly became stronger, and Mo Shuiyao immediately flew back dozens of feet.

"With such a gloomy aura, no wonder Danqing would say that she is not a human being, but I have never seen any kind of 'spirit' that can separate from the body and survive independently?"

Mo Shuiyao said secretly, but Wan Congfang quickly restrained his pressure and rarely apologized in a low voice.

"Sorry, Fellow Daoist Mo."

Suddenly, Mo Shuiyao saw an unprecedented sadness on Wan Congfang's face.

It was the heart-wrenching sadness and despair hidden behind the paleness.

She didn't know what kind of suffering the other party had gone through to show such a sad expression, and couldn't help but say:

"It's me who should say I'm sorry."

Then Mo Shuiyao smiled bitterly and said:

"It was precisely because of your aura that my senior brother and I felt very uncomfortable, so we fought with you, and we almost got killed together. I have to thank you for not killing us on the spot."

Staring silently at the dark shadows in the dark night opposite, the green color of the Bamboo and Stone Sword Demon seemed bleak and lifeless.

"Thank you too, Fellow Daoist Mo. I haven't said so many words to anyone in a long time."

After saying that, Wan Congfang nodded, coming quietly and leaving silently with the coldness and evil in the sky.

The mist and rain were flying, and the lonely butterfly was wandering around. Mo Shuiyao originally thought that she was just coming to see him, but when her eyes penetrated the clouds and mist again, what was reflected in the interlaced cups made her suddenly understand something.

Youdao is:

On an autumn night, the north wind rises, and smoke rises from the cold river.

How can I find the fragrance of a lonely butterfly?

After the banquet, Qingyun stayed at the Bamboo and Stone Sword Sect for a few days. Firstly, he wanted to see his good friend He Bai. Secondly, he also found out from Mo Shuiyao that Feng Yuexian still hadn't shown up yet.

Or maybe he wasn't caught out.

This also shows that Hua Yumian's wedding date is still unknown, especially after hearing that Long Fushi and A-Lian are having a smooth life, the young master and Yao Ershao are not in a hurry to go to Zhijing Cave.

"This guy is so awesome. He ran away from marriage and directly ran away from his wife. What a great hatred!"

Qingyun took the opportunity to find Feng Ziyu to inquire about the news.

"Where can he escape to? The Zhijing Cave is so big, and Feng Xiaodan is just hiding behind some elder or force, and is being covered up."

What Yu Shao said was surprising, but I felt that there was some truth in it.

"Go back and fawn over Yingwu. You will definitely know."

"Yingwu? Why?"

Qingyun asked in confusion.

"He is Feng Yuexian's most trusted servant. He had previously made a fuss about bringing Yingwu to Jiangyundong to learn alchemy, but when he got here, he was gone."

"Wochao, this guy has quite a background. Hey, I need to torture him when I get back. It's best if I can cover up Feng Yuexian until Brother Feng succeeds in snatching the bride."

"Just take care of yourself! Take Yao Pofeng to Zhijing Cave, and be careful of provoking a war between the two families!"

Feng Ziyu rolled his eyes at Qingyun as if he were looking at a fool. He turned his jade flute and disappeared without a trace, and he didn't know where he went to make trouble.

He originally wanted to ask Mo Shuiyao to contact the two girls on his behalf, but Mr. Fei had given instructions that if Qingyun came back, in order to ensure the safety of him and others, the young man should try not to interact with anyone before returning to the sect.

connect.

"Mr. Fei officially entered the 'Qingyu Dan Pond' in Xingzhi Palace the year before last to help his senior teacher Yan complete the final refining of the elixir, so he was unable to do anything else for a while. If the Pan family still doesn't give up on you, it might scare the snake.

"

"Then I can't go back?"
To be continued...