Green smoke curls up, and inside the bamboo curtain, there is a pot of warm wine and a bamboo flute.
Outside the curtain, a young man in white was sitting on his knees, unrolling a roll of silk that had just been untied from the pigeon's feet.
Master, the third brother came to report that the master of Fengyi Sect was surrounded and killed by the Shaolin Eighteen Arhats Formation and died in the battle. Got it. As if he was indifferent, the man behind the curtain agreed casually and raised the wine bottle.
You...retreat. Among the many footsteps, no one hears the faint sound of wine dripping randomly on several cases, and...the crisp sound of the wine bottle suddenly breaking.
Silently, the man raised his hand, turned his wrist, and poured the full glass of green wine onto the ground. After that, the porcelain cup, as clear as jade, drew an arc across the window and disappeared silently.
She was still dead after all.
Waving my sleeves, I opened the door, the north wind howled, and my eyes were filled with flying snow like pear blossoms.
Huiyao... Huiyao.
I can't avenge you!
1. When I was young, I wandered alone with my sword in hand.
Thick shade stretches across the ground, and clear shadows sway in the wind.
The horse's hooves hit the ground leisurely. The man in green looked around at the wild grass and flowers on the mountain road leisurely, and suddenly frowned slightly.
There is murderous intent.
With a slap of his hand on the saddle, the man in Tsing Yi turned into a flowing light and jumped up. After only a dozen or so ups and downs, he saw a small sedan walking along the narrow mountain road in front of him. In the surrounding deep forest, the long grass was faintly swaying. The man in Tsing Yi frowned.
Just as he was about to speak out, suddenly a
Loud arrows swayed down from the top of the head, and dozens of bright long knives flashed, surrounding the sedan from all directions. Before the bandits could say the word robbery, the two sedan bearers were already so frightened that they squatted on the ground holding their heads, wishing they could
Dig a hole and get into the mud.
There was a flash of white light, the sedan curtain was opened with a long knife, and the greedy eyes of the bandits immediately turned fiery.
What a beautiful girl! Our brothers are so crazy... In a simple bamboo sedan, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl huddled up into a ball as hard as she could. The color on her cheeks had long faded. The bandits had already crowded around in a mess, and they were the closest.
One of them was about to catch the girl's skirt when she suddenly paused, followed by a long scream!
The cry didn't stop. Outside the sedan, a man in green clothes walked away with a knife. A continuous ball of sword light flashed around the sedan. Every time a bandit fell down. In a moment, dozens of people fell in disorder on the mountain road.
The ground was covered, and the screams of the first person still echoed in the forest. The man in green returned the long knife to the sheath, flicked the hem of his long clothes, and then calmly turned around.
Girl, there is no need to be afraid... Who told you to be troublesome! Even if the girl's autumn eyes are angry, they will naturally show a bright color. The man in Tsing Yi was stunned for a moment in this blazing gaze, and a white shadow flashed in front of his eyes.
The girl is already standing pretty on the mountain road.
Why am I so troubled? Looking at such a pretty face, it is impossible to get angry. There is a smile in the voice of the man in green.
You also said that you are not too troublesome! They had planned well. If they snatch me, they will definitely sacrifice it to the village leader. When the time comes, I will take a free sedan chair to go up the mountain and catch the thieves and the king. Now, I will kill them all for you.
Damn it! How do you say compensation! This is too much trouble? Qing Yi
The man was dumbfounded and was about to retort when he saw the corner of the girl's mouth pursed slightly, her eyes slightly bent upward, a playful look flashed through her beautiful eyes, and for some reason, a smile suddenly rose from the bottom of her heart. You two looked at me,
When I look at you, I can't help but laugh out loud at the same time.
Amidst the long laughter, the man bowed his arms to the ground and said loudly: I have been reckless, I will go and kill all the thieves in this mountain, just as an apology to the girl! After saying this, he didn't get up, he tilted his head slightly, and he was already on top.
The treetops were gone in the blink of an eye.
Hey! You...you! It was too late for the girl to shout, so she had a good meal and said to the two sedan bearers who were shaking in a ball: "You guys take the sedan away. I won't sit on it anymore. I floated up the tree and chased after her hurriedly."
Unexpectedly, the man's Qinggong was far beyond her imagination. No matter how hard she tried to catch up, she could only see the green shadow getting further and further away. The girl only arrived halfway up the mountain, and there were already sporadic screams and bloody smells being swept away by the mountain.
The wind blew it down.
With her clothes fluttering, the girl increased her speed to the extreme. When she stepped into the village, there was a slight sweat on her forehead. The killing was obviously over. In the pool of blood on the ground, the man in green was sheathing his sword when he heard her footsteps.
, turned around and nodded slightly to her.
That was the first encounter of this legendary pair of men and women.
She knew that his name was Jing Wuji, and he also knew that she had a beautiful name, Fan Huiyao.
That's all.
Otherwise, it is like the wind blowing on the water, passing by without leaving a trace.
2. Lying in Pingzhou covered with frost
It's been years since then.
He went from an ordinary disciple of the Demon Sect to the heir designated by the leader of the Japanese Sect of the Demon Sect, and all the turmoil in the martial arts world in the Central Plains were brought to his desk day by day - so he knew that after four years of disappearing, she was like a new star.
Rising up in the martial arts world of the Central Plains, she was invincible with the light of her sword; then he knew that she had become the young master of the Fengyi Sect, an originally inconspicuous little girl.
The sect was growing in glory in her hands; so he knew that she was always surrounded by countless admirers, but she vowed not to marry for the rest of her life; so he knew that her martial arts had been ranked among the top masters in the world, and she had become everyone's favorite.
The heroine whom he admired; he even knew which day she had a few new scars on her body, which day she fell ill in the inn, traveling in a desolate way, without any friends...
The news about her became more and more dense every month. His master, the leader of the Demon Sect at that time, once pointed at a piece of information and said with a smile: Wuji, I am afraid this woman will be your biggest opponent in the future. He nodded silently,
But in the bottom of my heart, the shadow of a bright-eyed girl with a coquettish smile flashed across her mind.
It was just a flash.
Until that day.
I was traveling in the Central Plains. In the inn, homing pigeons flew over. After a moment, a disciple quietly opened the door and knelt down on one knee.
Reporting to the young master, Fan Huiyao will get married to the young master of Black Wind Village. The wedding invitations have been sent out and guests from all over are invited. Is she getting married?
After counting on his fingers, Jing Wuji burst into laughter. It had been eight years since the last time they met. She was now in her twenties, and it was already the age to get married.
You have nothing to do, why not go see an old friend?
Wearing a green shirt and a small gift, Jing Wuji felt extremely relaxed and happy when he stepped into Heifeng Village. The mountains were decorated with lanterns and colorful lights, and the place was full of laughter and noise. Being in it, people's mood improved unconsciously.
It seems that Heifeng Village attaches great importance to their bride, and she should live well - Jing Wuji thought irrelevantly.
However, when the bride walked step by step on the red carpet, Jing Wuji secretly tightened his grip on the long knife at his waist.
There is something fishy.
The woman hidden under the red scarf couldn't tell what her expression was. Her figure was steady and her steps were dignified. Her martial arts had reached a level that was completely different from what it was eight years ago. With Xi Niang's support, she was moving like an arrow.
, on the verge of breaking out, Jing Wuji even smelled the mixture of blood and sharp blades!
So, among the shock of all the guests in the hall, only Jing Wuji held an almost expectant mood when he saw the flash of Xue Liang's sword, and the groom at the wedding, the Young Master of Black Wind Village, screamed in agony, and his body was covered in blood and flesh.
In the wedding hall, the big red robe flew into pieces and shattered like blood-colored butterflies. Among the guests who retreated in panic, Jing Wuji stood still, silently watching Fan Huiyao standing in the court with a sword in his hand. Under the cold light of the sword, he was dressed in awe-inspiring
The white clothes of frost and snow seemed to be hunting and burning.
She was no longer the pretty and naughty girl in his memory eight years ago, but it was exactly the image he had sketched out in his heart every day for eight years. She was as beautiful and dazzling as a phoenix bathed in fire, and as awe-inspiring and noble as snow.
Winter plum.
She looked back coldly in the pool of blood, her eyes passed over Jing Wuji, and then turned away without stopping.
If you don't know each other.
The next moment, many masters from Black Wind Village rushed forward with roars of anger, drowning the woman in snow clothes in an instant.
Jing Wuji stood aside and watched coldly as the subordinates of Heifeng Village surrounded Fan Huiyao. Well, there were a lot of people from Heifeng Village today, forty-eight protectors and all the village owners of the 108 villages were here.
, plus source
The number of ringleaders who kept pouring in was probably at least five or six hundred... It's a pity. Jing Wuji looked at the green light that exploded in the middle of the crowd and smiled coldly. Such martial arts are just for Fan Huiyao to kill.
Just a portion.
However, having too many people is a bit troublesome after all. The swords cutting down from all directions alone are enough to give people a headache for a while.
I don't see how he acted, his body floated gently as if he was not under any force, and he landed on the beam silently, and then raised his hands downward. A huge momentum swept out, and those who were less skilled in martial arts could not help but move.
Staggering. Seeing Fan Huiyao swallowing the sword light and rushing out, Jing Wuji smiled with satisfaction, lay down on his side on the beam, gathered his breath, and looked down from above.
After eight years of not seeing each other, that girl's kung fu has really improved a lot. Not to mention anything else, watching her weave in and out of the crowd, her light kung fu is not only shocking, but also worthy of being as graceful as a stunning dragon. It's even more impressive.
What moved people was her swordsmanship. The sky was filled with green sword light. The fast sword seemed to have exceeded the limit that the human body could reach. With a slight touch, a bloody rainbow passed by, and life and blood spurted out together.
This is a picture made with blood and ink, and the snow-white figures that twist and turn in it are the most vivid color. For some reason, the elegant and luxurious figure in the cruel fight made him unexpected.
An ancient poem comes to mind: Thousands of mountains with sword energy and lonely snow.
Such deep and bone-chilling loneliness...
Jing Wuji's brows frowned slightly. It shouldn't be like this. Everyone knows that rushing out is the best choice. Why is she still fighting here?
Below, Fan Huiyao was really caught up in a hard fight. Her Gale Sword Technique had not yet been fully developed, and her internal strength was gradually unable to support the lightning-fast sword moves. She slowed down a little, and felt a strange pain in her back, which had already increased two times.
There were several scars. However, her temperament was extremely strong. She swiped two swords with her backhand, and the enemy behind her screamed and fell down. She followed the long sword and circled, drawing a beautiful arc in front of her, protecting herself and rushing out of the circle.
With enough energy to listen, Fan Huiyao heard a low whistle in the distance, followed by loud noises, and a rough voice shouted: The old woman has escaped, take this down! Fan Huiyao felt relieved: Master has been rescued.
, it’s time to rush out...
As soon as she relaxed, she felt the pain in many places on her body. By this time, she no longer counted the injuries on her body. She only felt that her body was getting colder and colder, and her eyes seemed to be covered with a dark shadow. If it hadn't been for her
Her perseverance was astonishing, and she could hardly hold the sword. Fan Huiyao gritted her teeth, managed to take a breath of energy, and slowly straightened her shoulders.
At that moment, her white shirt was stained with blood and her whole body was crumbling. However, everyone who came into contact with her sharp and abnormal eyes could not help but take two steps back.
It would be a pity for such a person to die here. Looking at her tall and straight figure from above, Jing Wuji instantly made up his mind and said through a message: I will open a way for you and rush out! As he spoke, the long knife in his hand vibrated and turned into
Thousands of fragments, use your internal strength to throw them downward!
Jing Wuji's martial arts at this time can already compete with the number one young master in the Central Plains. Is it unusual to use all his strength? Seeing three fragments being thrown out one after another, no one could stand in the wedding hall until the door. Jing Wuji shouted: Let's go!
3. Float with the current, let things go
Fan Huiyao groaned, and when she woke up, she felt pain all over her body, like it was being torn apart.
She lay in the darkness and thought about it silently: She remembered that during the battle in Heifeng Village, she had to be helped by others, and she broke out of the siege with her body and sword. At that time, she was seriously injured and struggled to run on the mountain road. She could only tap a few acupuncture points on herself to stop the bleeding.
But it was far from enough. Then...then...
Taking a deep breath, her internal energy was functioning normally and there were no restrictions on her body. The quilt surrounding her was warm, soft and thick, and a faint medicinal fragrance came from her nose. After calming down, Fan Huiyao heard a girl whispering outside.
The sound of language.
The girl inside is so beautiful! Could it be that the young master likes her? Maybe! He hugged her all the way back and kept holding her hand, even when he was bandaging his wounds, he couldn't bear to let her go! What nonsense are you talking about, young master?
Lord, that is in use
I tried my best to save her life, but I heard that the girl was seriously injured! - Hey, young master! With a creak, the door opened, and a man slowly came in, looked at her face, and said with a smile
:You're awake. The voice is deep and deep, and it seems familiar.
Thank you so much for saving me. May I ask your benefactor's name... Fan Huiyao struggled to get up to say thanks, but the man held him down and said, "Don't move. You are seriously injured. There are thirty-seven wounds all over your body."
, was in a coma for three whole days. After a pause, he said again: You really can’t remember me. Has she seen this person before? Fan Huiyao bit her lip and struggled to remember, but she couldn’t remember it anyway.
Already reached the door,
He turned around and said: Recuperate well. Don't worry, no one can touch you here. A flash of inspiration flashed, and Fan Huiyao lost her voice and said: It's you! You are - you are Jing Wuji! The man who looked back calmly with blood on the ground, that San San
A man who was three parts cold, three parts decisive and one part arrogant, yet with a touch of tenderness, the man who had only met her once, the first young master she met when she debuted... it was him! It was him!
It was because of meeting him that I realized that my kung fu was far from enough to travel around the world, so I returned to my master's retreat to practice hard, and by chance, I got a fragment of the "Taiyin Heart Sutra"; it was this person who made me realize the power of the world for the first time.
Cruel; now, he had saved her again... Fan Huiyao stared blankly at the tall figure, with mixed feelings in her heart...
It's you in Heifeng Village... Not bad. Why? It would be a pity for a person like you to die. After pondering for a while, he finally said: I received the news that your master has been rescued. What about you?
In the battle, most of the forty-eight guardians of Black Wind Village died, and 40% of the one hundred and eight punishment village masters died.
Above, the world is in shock now, and Heifeng Village is actively searching for your traces. He said slowly: What do you want to do? What should you do? A sneer appeared on Fan Huiyao's lips: If you don't avenge this revenge, you will not be a human being! Then
Within the next three months, Jing Wuji watched quietly as this woman blossomed into an astonishing light.
She only stayed with him for seven days to recover from her injuries. As soon as she was able to move, she spread the news. Within three months, this woman continued to travel around the world, inviting heroes from all over the world to join forces and conquer Black Mountain Stronghold. Taking advantage of Black Mountain Stronghold,
The power was greatly damaged, and powerful people from all walks of life were adding insult to injury. Under Fan Huiyao's mediation, the once-prominent Heishan Village became a thing of the past.
He once said to her: If you want, I will destroy this village for you. His tone was calm and clear, just like when he casually said that he would kill all the bandits for her.
Fan Huiyao smiled faintly: No need. There was one sentence she did not say: I have asked you to save me once, and if I rely on you again this time, what qualifications do I have... to stand side by side with you?
4. Love rests
When Heifeng Stronghold collapsed, Jing Wuji was not with Fan Huiyao. He just sent a short note: The moon is bright and the wind is gentle. It is such a good night that it is a pity that I can't share a candle with Jun Qingye. He also has his own things to do.
, since Fan Huiyao didn't speak, there was no need for him to accompany her around every day. As for the young heroes, confidants and friends she usually responded to, Jing Wuji didn't even bother to look at them.
In the next few years, the two of them ran their separate ways and only met occasionally. Fortunately, the Demon Sect's intelligence network was extremely developed. Several times a month, they would receive a message from each other - it was snowing late in the evening, and they were drinking by the stove.
, This is a true joy in life! It’s a pity that I can’t share it with you. At the same time, I also sent a small jar of sweet and mellow white pear blossoms.
There will be less separation and more separation, and life will be like this! Last night, the cold plum blossoms bloomed in front of the window, so I chatted about sending a branch of spring. If there is a faint fragrance floating on the letter, it will not fade away for a long time.
In the late spring of March, the grass in the south of the Yangtze River is growing, and the new green is just a joy. However, seeing the people displaced, I can't bear it. I decided to take action. The handwriting is tall and steep, and the ink is dripping. I imagine that the heart of the person who sent the letter is full of pride.
When traveling to Tianmen Village, the mountains are far away and the hustle and bustle is gone. However, there are people who live in such a high place to avoid the Qin Dynasty. In troubled times, they are more fierce than tigers. It is really regrettable. Every time Feihong comes and goes, there are only a few words, as if he is so excited that he scribbles them. Some
The two of them had a tacit understanding and never mentioned anything about the matter. However, something was secretly growing, soft and dense, tightly surrounding the man and woman, silently...
However, what pierced this soft and fine silk screen was also a short note brought by a flying pigeon.
The heroes are vying for the throne, and the livelihood of the people is very difficult. I want to unite the world and save Guizhou and Li from fire and water. Holding this silk tightly, Jing Wuji sighed.
Huiyao, Huiyao, what are you doing? A woman, no matter how strong she is, cannot dominate the world.
While sighing like this, he was planning the next battle with Yang Laosheng, and Fan Huiyao had already walked into Li Yuan's army tent. After a long conversation overnight, there was a woman named Ji Xia beside Li Yuan.
5. Today is overdue, I will pay my head in vain.
Seeing each other and arguing is like not seeing each other.
They were meant to be separated for long periods of time. By chance, they would get together once every two or three months, but by chance, they would only meet each other after a year and a half. Both of them are open-minded and do not think there is anything wrong with getting along like this.
Just let it be. Fan Huiyao joined the Yong Empress and traveled around for Li Yuan to win the support of powerful families in various places. He was busy with his affairs. Not only did the two never have the chance to meet again, but they even exchanged letters and gradually drifted apart.
When they met again, both of them were surprised by the other's reborn temperament. Jing Wuji became more calm and sharp, as if he had the demeanor of a generation of sect masters, while Fan Huiyao became more noble and refined day by day. Although both of them were
Although he deliberately restrained himself, he was sitting in a grass hut in a country tavern dressed in common clothes, but others still glanced over at him furtively.
This country wild wine has a unique flavor. Jing Wuji poured a bowl of turbid wine with a smile and pushed it over. After not seeing her for many days, Miss Fan was still more elegant than before. He poured another bowl and drank it all in one gulp.
The sect master joked. Fan Huiyao raised the wine bowl and took a sip. Although the countryside is good, it is a pity that there are wars and rogues from all directions. Maybe if you and I leave the village today, tomorrow this place may be destroyed by war. Exactly.
The so-called prosperity means the people are suffering, and death means the people are suffering. Jing Wuji calmly explained that the Eastern Jin Dynasty lost its way, and the princes rose up together to try their best to survive in troubled times.
It takes more than one person to turn the tide. With your martial arts talents and mine, we can only choose a wise master to help him unify the world, so that we can stop the war and save the people. Yang Laosheng occupies the Central Plains, with a cloud of fierce generals and tens of thousands of men under his command.
Elite soldiers, the best in the world. What did Miss Fan think? She stared intently into her eyes, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
Fan Huiyao lowered her eyes slightly and smiled faintly.
In terms of military power, Yang Laosheng is naturally the most powerful. However, he is also an overlord. He has only a reputation for bravery and cannot be a great weapon. The Great Emperor Li Yuan has the people in mind and his political orders are austere. If this person wins the world, he should be able to rest with the people. In this way
He said that Miss Fan was determined to support Li Yuan. Jing Wuji sighed softly.
Will the sect master give up on Yang Laosheng? Fan Huiyao chuckled.
With their status today, there is no need to say more about some things. What's more, in this troubled world, there are thousands of connections between her Fengyi Sect and Dayong, between his Demon Sect and Yang Laosheng.
It's not like we can just break it off. Meeting each other today is just a waste of time.
Jing Wuji stared into those bright eyes, and finally swallowed the words that came to his mouth. Although he knew that once he faced an enemy, the friendship of several years would be severed, but how could a man ask her to quit? She had such a proud temperament.
...it's just a matter of humiliation.
Either wait until he defeats her openly on the battlefield before revealing his feelings, or there is no need to say anything at all!
Li Yuan is a very ordinary person. In less than two years, he will face the enemy Yang Laosheng. At that time, each will just be his own master, so why should the sect leader take it to heart? Fan Huiyao leaned forward with a smile and filled his head with Jing Wuji.
Bowl, drink it yourself first.
It's a good saying. We meet on the battlefield and live or die without hatred. But I'm not open-minded enough. After drinking the wine in one gulp, Jing Wuji felt a hot smell of alcohol rushing straight into his chest and abdomen. He suddenly felt heroic and threw the bowl casually.
He let out a long roar and walked out the door without looking back.
He didn't look back, and he didn't dare to look back. So he didn't know how long Fan Huiyao, who was staring at his back, had been sitting in this country shop in a daze...
Although everyone is his own master and has no hatred for life or death, Jing Wuji, after rescuing you twice and reciprocating for many years, can I really take action against you?
6. Wash the autumn with ink
Fan Huiyao Taijian, the master of Fengyi Sect: I have been asking questions for a long time, and I am always thinking about it. I heard that the scenery of Shishen Cliff in Huashan Mountain is extremely beautiful. I will visit you in August and would like to have a drink with the master to discuss the general trend of the world.
Sincerely, Jing Wuji of the Demon Sect. The snow-white paper and the tall and straight handwriting are just like the three or two lines of words brought by flying pigeons in the past. They have not changed at all.
In front of the visitor, the master of Fengyi Sect, who was respected by everyone and was shining brightly, smiled slightly and said calmly: Please reply to your sect master and say that Fan Huiyao will be on time for the appointment. After sending the envoy away, Fan Huiyao turned around and entered before closing the door.
, I felt like my heart was pounding, and my knees could barely support the weight of my body.
Is he coming?
He wants to fight her?
This must be a fight to the death... Otherwise, why would we choose such a dangerous place as Sheshen Cliff?
For so many years, Jing Wuji's martial arts has always been superior to hers. In terms of martial arts alone, she is more dangerous than others. What's more, she doesn't know whether she can do it. However, Fan Huiyao straightened her body. No matter what, she
She must win! Dayong, for whom she worked so hard, has not yet unified the Central Plains. No matter what, she must not lose!
After hearing the envoy's report, Jing Wuji could only sigh silently. They did not see each other for several years after their separation, and they did not even exchange letters. The conflict between Yang Laosheng and Dayong finally intensified. Through their respective intelligence networks, Jing Wuji
Wuji has been paying attention to the woman's every move. Based on her current status, there should be a steady stream of news sent to her desk! I wonder if her eyes stayed even for a moment when she saw the news about him...
Is this another kind of world-ending relationship? Jing Wuji sometimes thought with a wry smile. As the leader of the Demon Sect, he led a large number of disciples to charge into battle and exchanged blood for fame and glory; while Fan Huiyao, after conquering many powerful men,
With her peerless martial arts and unparalleled ingenuity, she assassinated the opponent's leading general. On their respective battlefields, they were all writing their own legends and histories.
It's a pity that neither personal bravery nor conspiracy to assassinate can change the direction of history. The wheels of troubled times roll forward slowly but unstoppably. Fan Huiyao's original vision was indeed accurate. Under the ebb and flow of politics, the political situation has changed.
The strength of Dayong who controlled Qingming was indeed superior to that of Yang Laosheng, not to mention the great help of Wulin Baidao.
Fan Huiyao is really an amazing woman. She grew up in the grass and fields, but she shines with dazzling light in troubled times. Her peerless martial arts and resourcefulness are like a gift from heaven. Jing Wuji sighed slightly, it seems that he and she are not destined to be together after all.
After years of fighting, the Demon Sect and Fengyi Sect have become life-and-death rivals. Disciples from both sides retaliate in cycles, and the indelible blood has created an insurmountable gap between the two.
Jing Wuji finally issued an order to assassinate Dayong's important ministers and famous generals. Although Yang Laosheng is indeed not as popular as Dayong in the hearts of the people, in the martial arts world, they are still capable of fighting!
Assassination is rewarded with assassination!
The showdown between the Demon Sect disciples and Fengyi Sect was extremely brutal. In just half a year, more than 30% of Dayong's elite generals fell, while Yang Laosheng and the Demon Sect suffered even more heavy losses. Fan Huiyao often took action personally.
, she is unpredictable
The assassination techniques are dazzling. Every time Jing Wuji smiles bitterly at the spies, he should probably change to a new spy leader. The assassination process presented by this guy now is so beautiful and thrilling that every time it is a legend!
In the past six months, in cooperation with the killers of Fengyi Sect, Dayong's army has been so powerful that it has forced Yang Laosheng to the point of no return. If it were not for the support of the Demon Sect, he would have been defeated.
fall.
But a single tree cannot hold up the sky, and the magic gate cannot change the overall situation.
Jing Wuji pondered, he could no longer let her go on like this. The people's will cannot be changed, and the general situation cannot be changed. However, as the leader of the Demon Sect, his responsibility to protect the entire Demon Sect weighs heavily on him!
Even if the Demon Sect cannot be led to glory and wealth, at least it must be allowed to withdraw from the Central Plains without losing its dignity and retain its vitality.
Fan Huiyao, after so many years of separation, let me see how strong you have become!
7. Write carefully from the beginning
That day, the wind was sunny and the weather was so good that both Jing Wuji and Fan Huiyao just wanted to sigh. The news of this battle, which was related to the fate of the Central Plains martial arts community, had been released early, and the Lotus Peak was densely packed with people. If not
Today's rightful masters still have to duel, but I'm afraid that the gap left is just enough for them to jump off the cliff. Yes, who doesn't want to see the duel between Jing Wuji's generation of masters and the most amazing woman in martial arts, Fan Huiyao?
At noon, the two people who arrived as promised stared at each other, their eyes locked, without saying a word.
This is destined to be the last time they meet. In today's battle, either Jing Wuji will fall and die on the cliff, or Fan Huiyao, a beauty of the generation, will return to the dust forever. Even if both of them are lucky enough to save their lives, one of them will leave the Central Plains martial arts forever.
It's a pity... Fan Huiyao looked around with a bitter smile. There were crowds of people. No matter what he said or did, he was under the gaze of hundreds of pairs of eyes. Even if the separation is a foregone conclusion, even if we never meet again in this life, the sky is so cruel.
Don't even give them a chance to say something quietly!
What they can talk about - all they can talk about is the general situation of the world!
According to historical records, in August, Fan Huiyao, the leader of the Fengyi Sect, and Jing Wuji, the leader of the Demon Sect, met at Sheshen Cliff in Huashan Mountain. The two discussed the general trend of the world and speculated, as if they were close friends. When the time passed, Wuji sighed and said: It's just too late to meet.
In today's battle, you will die and I will die. If I die, I will not be able to enter the Central Plains even if you are in the Central Plains. We meet so late... Do we really meet each other so late?
It was not too late for them to meet each other, but he watched helplessly as opportunities slipped through his fingers.
If he had taken her under his wing when she first debuted...
If Heifeng Village rescued her and brought her directly back to the Demon Sect...
If after several years of correspondence, he once expressed his feelings...
if……
However, if he does this, then Jing Wuji will no longer be Jing Wuji, and Fan Huiyao will no longer be Fan Huiyao.
After all, they are not ordinary men and women in the world of mortals. They have superb martial arts skills and shoulder the important responsibilities of their respective sects. They are also living in this troubled world... Perhaps, because of his self-esteem and her arrogance, it is only suitable for them to meet each other.
As before, it's just a good time to have a drink, talk, laugh and get to know each other.
Perhaps, it is better to forget each other in the world than to stay together.
If I die, while you are in the Central Plains, I will not take a single step into the Central Plains. Since you can’t get it, then let it go! Cut it off with one blow, quickly and completely!
Fan Huiyao smiled calmly. When we see each other, it is as if we have not seen each other. Do you mean this? If you are defeated by me, even if you are lucky enough to survive, you will use the Central Plains as a boundary and never see each other again?
You are so cruel. Since you want to cut off, you will not leave any hope to each other.
However, I am afraid that I am the one who will lose. Looking at that man's calmness and the gleam in his eyes, I am afraid that he has already reached the realm of heaven. In this battle, my chances of winning are not great...
If you are unlucky, Huiyao will be silent no matter what. If I die, Fengyimen will withdraw from the world. She smiled calmly.
I will remember you, regardless of victory or defeat, life or death. In this life, I will not accept another person except you. But... As you wish, after this battle, we will never meet again.
Never meet again.
The two of them drew their weapons at the same time and jumped forward. This battle will be a shocking battle worthy of being remembered by the entire martial arts world!
8. Self-indulgence
The sword skills are domineering and gorgeous, and the sword moves are elegant and gorgeous. Both Jing Wuji and Fan Huiyao use their full strength. Since this is the last battle, don't leave any regrets for yourself!
Don't you have any regrets? Jing Wuji smiled bitterly. He had understood the way of heaven. Originally, there was no hope for Fan Huiyao, but looking at that flowery face, he couldn't bear to take her life. If he killed her, he would never be able to survive in this life.
It will really leave irreparable regrets.
After all...after all...
Well, after all, his goal is to lead the Demon Sect to withdraw from the Central Plains, not to defeat the Fengyi Sect and then fight for hegemony in the Central Plains. So, he just needs to wait for an opportunity to exit with dignity, right?
But, why do you always use this life-threatening style of play? Is victory really so important to you, Huiyao? Is it so important that you would rather give your life to fight for this possible chance?
Fan Huiyao had no room for such wild thoughts. Jing Wuji's sword skills were extremely frightening. His moves were fierce and his swords were fast. If she hadn't concentrated on urging the sword moves, she would have fallen to Jing Wuji's sword. Even so.
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The gap between people's martial arts is not something that can be easily bridged. Although he is often forced to return to the sword to save himself at the critical moment, Fan Huiyao still has scars one after another on his body, and his white shirt is like dots of plum blossoms blooming.
It's just that she has an extremely arrogant and strong temper. At the beginning, she was on the defensive with 7 points and attacked with 3 points. When she saw that the situation was not good, she gritted her teeth and simply attacked quickly without giving up a step. The swords, lights, and swords were intertwined, and Fan Huiyao was
My heart was filled with emptiness, and I felt that I had never had such a hearty battle. No matter whether I won or lost today, having such a battle would be a life worth living!
This battle was the pinnacle of her martial arts in her life! Even if she buried her body in Huashan Mountain, she would have no regrets! Fan Huiyao's heart surged with pride. Amidst the roar, the light of the sword flew out like a thundering rainbow and lightning, performing strange moves.
The style is continuous.
There was a soft sound, and the sword light and sword energy suddenly froze.
This magical sword actually pierced Jing Wuji's chest!
No one thought of it, not even Fan Huiyao herself, so when she saw the sharp sword thrust into Jing Wuji's chest, she was stunned for a moment.
She hurt him!
She actually hurt him!
At that moment, an icy cold pain ran through her internal organs. The past kindness and friendship, everything, were finally cut off by her own hands.
Fan Huiyao moved, instinctively wanting to explain, to step forward to help him, to stop the bleeding and heal his injuries. However, Jing Wuji pulled out his sword on his own, tapped a few acupuncture points with his backhand to stop the bleeding, and said with a smile:
Lord Brahma Sect has done a good job. After today, as long as Lord Brahma Sect is alive, the Demon Sect will not enter the Central Plains! After saying that, he walked away without looking back.
Fan Huiyao stared at his dim but still arrogant back, suppressed all panic and pain, and watched him leave calmly. She is the master of Fengyi Sect, the leader of the White Way in the Central Plains who just defeated the master of the Demon Sect, and is a member of the new generation.
The Grandmaster is the most popular sword in the world!
Therefore, she can only stand proudly on Lotus Peak, as airy as a fairy and as majestic as a god!
9. Yiyouyou
After that day, the two never met again. Fan Huiyao only heard that Jing Wuji escaped into the Northern Han Dynasty with people from the Demon Sect, and then walked away to the desert alone, and perfected his sword skills in the wind and smoke outside the Great Wall.
It is said that a few years later he became the Imperial Preceptor of the Northern Han Dynasty.
It is said that his sword skills have improved to the level of heaven and man.
It is said...
However, he kept his promise and never took another step into the Central Plains. He just watched quietly in the Northern Han Dynasty, watching the Fengyi Sect rise from the top to the disastrous defeat of the imperial family.
Master and three senior brothers came to report that the master of Fengyi Sect was surrounded and killed by the Shaolin Eighteen Arhat Formation and died in the battle. After reading the cause and effect of the entire incident, Jing Wuji sighed sadly.
He knew that hatred should be boiling in his chest. There should be nothing in this world that could stop him from killing the young man named Jiang Zhe, the surrender minister of Nanchu who planned to force the leader of Fengyi Sect to be killed. But it was strange that he could not be promoted.
The slightest thought of revenge for Fan Huiyao.
It was not about fear of Dayong's revenge on the Northern Han Dynasty, nor was it about worrying about one's own identity.
Fighting for the heir apparent is like competing for the throne in troubled times. It is exactly what he and Fan Huiyao said back then, everyone is his own master, and there is no hatred in life or death. If someone loses his life in such a fight, there will be no hatred at all.
To kill countless masters in the world, even if he took action himself, he would not dare to expect victory. Besides, it was such a frail and sickly young man. How rare it was.
Such people should be defeated openly and honestly by relying on wisdom, how can they be insulted by conspiracy and assassination?
Until he met Jiang Zhedao Zuo, and saw him walking towards him in a green shirt and bare feet, talking freely in front of him, free and uninhibited, with such magnanimity and magnificence, which is rare in the world. Jing Wuji secretly sighed, Huiyao, Huiyao, died in the hands of such a person,
I will not live up to your everlasting fame.
He finally let go of his obsession after many years. He knew that from today on, the name Fan Huiyao would never arouse any bitterness or sadness in his heart.
Looking up at the sky, the sky is high and the clouds are light.
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After reading the extra chapter written by Miss Garland, I feel very ashamed. Although I have left a lot of unfinished thoughts in Military Advisor, I really don’t have the energy to write the extra chapter. In fact, my work and study tasks this year are
It's very important. I feel that Miss Garland has grasped the essence of military advisor. Even if I wrote it myself, I probably wouldn't be able to write it better, although I still feel that the ending
The end of the story was a little hasty. When I first wrote about the military division, I left a foreshadowing. Although it was just a flash of inspiration, it was captured by Miss Garland. Although the original setting did not necessarily mean that there was love between Jing Wuji and Fan Huiyao, after reading this article
After that, I felt that there was no second possibility, haha, so I solemnly recommend Ms. Garland’s "Qingfan Song"...