Chapter 39 Who paints dark eyebrows for the beauty?
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At dawn, the sun is warm!
Three golden exotic birds pulled a heavy ancient chariot, parked on the southeastern sky, a hundred feet high, hanging in the air. There was a faint cloud holding it up. The exotic birds shook their feathers and floated under the rising sun.
Down, reflecting the golden brilliance.
Feng Feiyun finally came back. He was in a hurry that night, but he moved very slowly. There were no less than twenty wounds on his body, and blood was still bleeding in some places. It flowed down his body and fell on the uppers of his shoes.
He stepped on it, leaving bloody shoe prints on the ground.
"For whom will the beauty smile, and when will the beauty be cast away? In the world of mortals, the heart never grows old. When you are not around, people are like grass. You cannot climb high alone, and the buildings with gray hair will rise steeply. When the beauty grows old, who will paint the eyebrows for the beauty?"
The beautiful singing voice came from the ancient car, accompanied by the crisp and sweet guzheng, resounding in the wind, floating in the clouds and white mist, making the oriole all over the mountain sing along with it, intertwining into a joyful movement.
This is such a heavenly sound that gives people a deep inner peace and makes them forget the troubles of a lifetime.
A smile appeared on Feng Feiyun's face, and he flew down on the ancient car. Nangong Hongyan's fingers immediately stopped on the ancient string, her fingers were trembling, and her beautiful eyes were filled with tears.
The song lingered, and the lingering sound did not stop. She rushed toward Feng Feiyun with tears in her eyes, hugged him tightly, and kept crying softly: "You are finally back. I am so scared alone. I always feel scared.
I can only sing alone, and as I sing, I feel even more afraid, and my heart feels empty, like a duckweed that cannot find its roots."
"I left in too hasty!" Feng Feiyun held her hair tightly, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. What a wonderful thing it is to have someone in this world who worries about you!
"I know. I don't blame you. I only blame myself. I can't do anything to help you. I can only think about you and think about you in my heart. I pray that the great and compassionate Bodhisattva will bless you and come back safely."
Nangong Hongyan's tears kept falling, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she kept talking, describing the worries and self-blame in her heart.
"Did you really ask Bodhisattva to protect me?" Feng Feiyun said.
"I really beg you." Nangong Hongyan said seriously.
"What did the Bodhisattva say?" Feng Feiyun joked.
"She said...how do I know what the Bodhisattva would say? The Bodhisattva is so busy, how can she hear the thoughts of a resentful daughter?" Nangong Hongyan rolled her eyes at Feng Feiyun, and gently pinched his arm with her fingers.
, to express his dissatisfaction with him.
"Ouch!" Feng Feiyun screamed.
Nangong Hongyan suddenly panicked and asked quickly: "Did I pinch you?"
"Twist it on my wound!" Feng Feiyun said.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it, it's all my fault, I...I..." Nangong Hongyan stomped her feet in self-reproach, biting her lips gently, she quickly looked at the scars on Feng Feiyun's body, feeling heartbroken.
Feng Feiyun looked at her anxiously, like a mother hen who had lost her chicks, staring at her beautiful eyes and running around in worry.
"Why are you staring at me?" Nangong Hongyan did not dare to look directly into Feng Feiyun's burning eyes. Not only did her cheeks turn red, she lowered her head tightly, feeling infinitely shy.
"Beautiful!" said.
"Then you don't feel pain anymore?" Nangong Hongyan's voice was like a mosquito's cry, small and light.
Feng Feiyun shook his head: "It doesn't hurt anymore."
"Does it really not hurt?" Nangong Hongyan raised her head, staring at Feng Feiyun with a pair of eyes more beautiful than the stars, and then looking at his eyes, she also looked at the scars on his body, and there was unspeakable worry in her eyes.
, with so many injuries, how could it not hurt?
"If you could sing the song to me just now, I think it wouldn't hurt at all." Feng Feiyun said.
Nangong Hongyan sat back on the car barrier again, with a beautiful and moving figure, holding a five-foot guzheng, and her slender hands gently placed on the Liucai string. At this moment, she was as ethereal as smoke again,
It's as clear as water and becomes a little otherworldly.
She is no longer a delicate girl, but a touching guzheng Lingbo fairy.
"For whom will the beauty smile, and when will the youth be cast aside? In the world of mortals, the heart never grows old. When you are not around, people are like grass. If you cannot climb high alone, your white hair will rise steeply. When the beautiful woman grows old, who will paint the eyebrows for the beauty..."
Feng Feiyun was immersed in the music, and the spiritual energy in his body surged out. He sat next to her and began to heal his wounds. The spiritual energy wrapped around his whole body and breathed on his skin.
The guzheng is like a sweet spring, lingering around the ears.
The ancient car flew out and rushed towards the sky!
"Someone put a ring in my hand and asked me to pass it on to you." As soon as the song finished, Nangong Hongyan took out a black ring and handed it to Feng Feiyun carefully.
Feng Feiyun took Miao Gui's finger and said happily: "Did a black-faced boy give it to you?"
"Yes!" Nangong Hongyan nodded.
"He didn't make things difficult for you, right?" Feng Feiyun asked.
"He said that if you have passed five levels, this ring should be returned to you. He is a man who keeps his promises." Nangong Hongyan said solemnly, paraphrasing Bi Ningshuai's words.
"Is he a person who keeps his promises?" Feng Feiyun really didn't think that the number one scammer in the Vientiane Tower would be a person who kept his promises, let alone take the initiative to hand over the stolen treasure.
It is natural that a person who steals something cannot take the initiative to return the stolen goods.
"He was actually very reluctant to hand it over." Nangong Hongyan said.
"Then why did he leave it to you in the end?" Feng Feiyun said.
"I played a song for him. Perhaps he was moved and his conscience found out, so he returned the board." Nangong Hongyan said with a wink.
"That's right, your music can indeed influence people." Feng Feiyun asked again: "Then where did the others go?"
"He broke a hand, lame a leg, and finally passed away."
Feng Feiyun was surprised: "Why did he lose his hand and become lame?"
"He was so careless that he fell out of the car and fell into the ravine. He broke his hand and became lame. In the end, he touched a wooden stick and left." Nangong
Hongyan hesitated for a moment and sighed: "Is he your friend? He said...he said..."
"What nonsense did he tell you?" Feng Feiyun suddenly became nervous. That bastard Bi Ningshuai wouldn't really open his mouth and talk nonsense in front of her!
"He said... you want to marry a princess. I am just a humble and charming woman. You look down on me." Nangong Hongyan lowered her head. Feng Feiyun could see that her eyes were already a little red and a little sparkling.
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"I..." Feng Feiyun wanted to explain.
"But I don't believe what he said at all!" Nangong Hongyan added quickly, staring straight into Feng Feiyun's eyes with affection, as if waiting for words to reassure her.
"You shouldn't believe anything he says!" Feng Feiyun said slowly.
Nangong Hongyan's eyes slightly curved, forming a crescent moon, and she almost laughed out loud. This look is the most beautiful.
Soon after, the ancient car stopped outside the Wu Pagoda. Feng Feiyun's injuries had recovered to some extent. After getting out of the car with Nangong Hongyan, they headed towards the Wu Pagoda.
Along the way, I met many students from the Wu Pagoda, and they were all attracted by Nangong's beauty. Her otherworldly temperament fascinated everyone, as if they had seen a fairy descending from the mortal world. Everyone was fascinated by her.
He looked sideways and was amazed.
"That's Feng Feiyun, the descendant of the God King. Standing next to him should be the most beautiful woman in the world, Nangong Hongyan. Oh my god, I actually saw the most beautiful woman in the world."
The news spread very quickly. In one night, it had spread throughout the entire Vientiane Tower. Many students knew that the most beautiful woman in the world had become the confidante of the son of the demon. In order to catch a glimpse of the beauty, many students from other sacred towers came to see her.
They all came here specially and waited outside the Wu Pagoda.
Among them, several are talents on the "Hundred Pagodas List". Looking at these people from a distance, they are extremely shocked. How can a woman's beauty reach such a level? Even wearing a veil can make people feel alluring.
Peerless and unparalleled in the world, many talented students are obsessed with it.
But no one dared to get close, knowing that Feng Feiyun was not easy to mess with and was already able to dominate the younger generation.
Feng Feiyun is the descendant of the God King and the younger brother of the master of the Wu Pagoda. He has a very high status in the Wu Pagoda and can enter and exit the Wu Pagoda at will. Of course, he can also bring people into the Wu Pagoda at will.
This day was spent in peace. After last night's battle, Feng Feiyun felt that his cultivation level had reached a bottleneck. Only by breaking through this bottleneck could he dive into the sky, fly into the sky, fly into the sky, and truly leap into the sky.
Be among the kings of the younger generation.
Sitting cross-legged on the 72nd floor of the Wu Pagoda, practicing in seclusion, facing a green stone wall with knife patterns printed on it. Each knife pattern represents a sword technique. It is very profound and does not require a lot of time accumulation.
, it is impossible to comprehend it.
These are the first five swords of the Dragon Emperor's Sword Technique. Feng Feiyun is still comprehending the first sword. The sword patterns are so profound and contain the rules of heaven. You must carefully understand the charm.
"Crash!"
Suddenly, the black blood-forbidden mysterious bracelet on Feng Feiyun's wrist turned gently in a circle, and a line of blood flowed on the bracelet. Someone triggered the blood-forbidden mysterious bracelet.
Feng Feiyun's face changed, and he felt that all the spiritual energy in his body was suppressed by the power of the Blood Taboo Mysterious Bracelet. It was as if his meridians were blocked and his blood vessels were sealed. He was extremely uncomfortable. Even the first level of his tenth level of cultivation could not be exerted.
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"Break it for me!" Feng Feiyun mobilized Miao Gui's finger-pulling power to counter-suppress the blood-forbidden mysterious bracelet, and did not want to be controlled by the mysterious master again.
A wave of blood rushed out of the Blood Taboo Mysterious Bracelet and hit Feng Feiyun's arm, shattering all the spiritual energy in his body. He was unable to even mobilize the power of the spiritual weapon. This is the power of the mysterious master.
, emitted through the Blood Taboo Mysterious Bracelet, it has the power to shatter a person's body.
The mysterious master is nearby. He has already arrived at Wu Pagoda. He is so brave. Aren't you afraid that the God King and Zhang Badao will find him and kill him?
Before Feng Feiyun had time to stand up, a ball of red flame appeared out of thin air in the stone chamber, floating above Feng Feiyun. The wave of fire was particularly scorching on the skin.
"Feng Feiyun, do you want to break the Blood Taboo Mysterious Bracelet and escape my control over you?" The mysterious master was wrapped in flames, his voice was hoarse, with a bit of chill, and he said solemnly, making the entire stone room condense.
There was a thick layer of frost and it was bitingly cold.
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It’s a little late today, so three chapters will be enough!