The cold wind is cold, the snow is flying, the mountains are dancing silver snakes, and the original wax figures are galloping. The past has gone away, and everything in the future is still continuing.

Murong Yiqing walked aimlessly on this snowy night. Every time she thought of Yue Ling's childhood, she would show a flowery smile on her face. She didn't care about the errands explained to the leader. Perhaps it was due to her personality that the friendship with Yue Ling'er was beyond understanding.

When they first met Yue Ling'er, they were both little girls around ten years old. Yue Ling'er had two small braids, and her big flashing eyes seemed very spiritual. She was curious about Professor Hong Gu's sword moves. She even forgot when the leader called her name. Finally, she blinked her lively and cute eyes at the angry leader, and she had not been punished by the leader. Usually, as long as she was absent, the leader or Hong Gu would use a scabbard to beat the board.

As the same group of elite women carefully selected, Yue Ling'er and Murong Yiqing were arranged to eat, sleep and practice martial arts together. They became good friends who could speak all the time and were inseparable from each other. Murong Yiqing was originally a good seedling for martial arts practice. With Hong Gu's spared no effort to guide him, he soon became a candidate for the Dharma protector. He did not establish faith without success. In this way, an encounter that changed her life was born quietly.

When the Red Shirt Church was founded, it was located in a place of mountains and peaks and pine winds. Because of disrespect for men, they often used men as playthings and played with them in the midst of applause. Of course, this was the culprit. The church members below only occasionally tried it briefly and could not know the taste. Of course, they also deceived the ignorant girl and trained her to become their own thugs, which was called preaching, which made the people in the martial arts world indignant.

As a society where patriarchal power is the most respected, this naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of many martial arts heroes and heroes, and even coveted those beautiful and charming young women who were abducted to the mountain.

A huge army of storms with the purpose of "eliminating the scum of the Demon Cult" began to slowly sweep towards the Red Shirt School.

These people had different intentions, and it was even more impossible for them to be commanded by an unknown junior. Before they could gather together, the major sects were unique and rushed towards the Red Shirt Sect. This gave the Red Shirt Sect an opportunity to take advantage of it. Murong Yiqing dressed up as a gangster, mixed in, calling himself the "Ni Shang Sect".

At first, these people in the martial arts world were full of ambition, but when they saw the beautiful and beautiful women in the "Nichang School", they had long lost their interest in attacking the Red Shirt Village. They were even more itchy when they were fairy-like and wanted to refuse. The women were also very open to the hungry wolf visitors, and they were also very open to them. They touched their hands and hummed with lewd tunes. When they were close, they could smell a charming smell from the beautiful women. Many people had already begun to give up. Didn't they come here just to grab a beautiful woman? Now that their wish has come true, why do you have to do those fighting and killing business?

In this way, a strange picture was formed. The heroes of the world who were originally energetic had long been resolved by the gentle offensive, and the crowd was filled with a scent of love. A pair of lover-like men and women were intertwined with sweet words in the crowd. Those who were not accompanied by beauty sprayed a flame of jealousy, which occasionally caused a fight, and the frequency was getting more and more frequent.

A handsome and romantic young man holding a famous sword, he ignored the provocative person at all, and said slowly: "Just relying on your few moments, how dare you compete with me for a woman?"

"You are so fucking quarrels. I'm not happy to see you. Today I'll teach you a lesson on your behalf and let you know what a real man is." A burly man was bickering with a romantic young man, while looking at the beautiful woman smiling beside him with a vulgar look.

"Wow, this old man is so heroic, I like it very much." The beauty who was still in the moonlight with the romantic young man just now seemed to be in love with the burly man, and he had already put the romantic young man behind his head.

The romantic young man was shaking all over. If he did not use real skills, not only would the man's might be able to keep his might, but the beauty would be more likely to throw herself into the arms of others. Before the provocative man could take action, a sharp sword had already been rushing out and swung it at the other party.

"It's just right." The burly man was not panicked, and directly pulled out a ghost-headed knife with him, pulled it up, and easily blocked the Fengliu Young Master's sword move.

The romantic young man did not expect that this person was actually a little more capable, so he didn't dare to be careless, and he was even more unlikely to be ugly in front of a woman. So he used all his knowledge and fought with a burly man so hard that he could not distinguish between you and me. After dozens of moves, the two of them were already tired and sweating profusely and panting like a cow.

The two of them were still fighting hard, and the two of them started fighting next to them, and the woman next to them was shouting hard for the person they liked.

With his strong physical strength, the burly man gradually began to gain the upper hand and had already forced the romantic young master to retreat step by step. After a sword hit, the burly man was kicked five feet away by the burly man's heart. Just as the burly man was waiting for the beauty to throw herself into his arms, the beauty who had just met him made a big turn of 180 degrees, and actually took out the silk handkerchief he wore in close proximity. The beautiful aura that made people's hearts go out of the air, and Yiyi leaned over to the romantic young master who fell to the ground.

A trace of blood flowed out of the corner of the Fengliu Young Master's mouth, and his chest and abdomen seemed to be injured just now. At this time, he could only sit on the ground and use the famous sword to prevent his body from falling down. When the beauty walked towards him, Fengliu Young Master was still surprised. When a silk parfait with a fragrant body fragrance brushed across the corner of his mouth, forehead, and nose, an unknown force flowed into his body to the whole body. The pain just now seemed to have completely recovered, and he had already jumped up from the ground like a dragon and rushed over again.

After the sword was drawn this time, the Fengliu Young Master had already pushed his potential to the limit as if he had forgotten himself. After the famous sword brought a trace of blood from the chest of the burly man, the two finally decided to win. The burly man died under the famous sword of the Fengliu Young Master. The Fengliu Young Master injured one thousand enemies and suffered eight hundred of himself. He was already covered in scars. His clothes were already stained with blood. The wound that had not yet been scarred was still bleeding, and he slowly flowed into the soil next to him along the famous sword in his hand. At this time, a bad smell of rotten leaves and blood mixed with blood was scattered in the air, which made the beauty next to him almost vomit, just like a beggar who was stinking all over his body.

The romantic young master looked at the beauty's disgust and seemed to understand everything just now. He actually smiled relaxedly. The blood and energy just now had gradually calmed down. Thinking of being used by someone, he seemed unwilling to be willing to do so. However, not long after, he followed the footsteps of a burly man. His eyes were chilling before his death, and he kept staring at the beauty, which made the guilty beauty start to sweat coldly.

This was Murong Yiqing's first murder experience. She did not take action, but used the woman's body. She just made some provocative actions and expressions, which made a burly man, the romantic young man, die under her gentleness. This was the first time she knew that gentleness was also a murderous weapon. Although she could not see or touch, it was more powerful than a sword. With one move, two masters from the world were killed.

Before her death, the Fengliu Young Master saw through her tricks, and even scared her with an angry look that would make her unforgettable. During that period, she actually dreamed of that look every day, and she was awakened every time. In the dream, she dreamed that the Fengliu Young Master tied her neck tightly with both hands, making her breathless. Until the moment she was about to suffocate, she woke up from her dream with sweat. That night, she could no longer sleep, and only hoped that dawn would come soon.

When Murong Yiqing was staring cold and stunned by the dying eyes of the romantic young master, a sharp blade had already quietly arrived towards her vest with the sound of breaking through the air.

This person is a fellow disciple of the romantic young master just now. He seems to be dissatisfied with the romantic young master just now using his life to win the hearts of the beautiful woman, but was eventually abandoned. Seeing the unwillingness of the romantic young master before his death, he was determined to save face for the romantic young master just now, and then he sneaked over the unprepared Murong Yiqing from behind.

Before this man's sword approached, a mighty and heroic handsome young man had already stood behind the beautiful man and shouted loudly: "A despicable villain, a noble and upright sect in the world, has done such a shameful thing. Are you worthy of the sword you hold?"

"Yin Tianchou, my Kongtong Sect and your Huashan Sect don't violate the river water. Why do you care about our nostalgia? Have you blinded your dog's eyes? My senior brother was killed by this little bitch just now."

"What's the fire facing me? If your senior brother didn't covet this girl's beauty, why would he be ruined in the hands of others in vain? If you want to blame him, you can only blame him."

"I can see that you are in the same group as this little bitch, please wait for me." After saying that, he already shouted loudly about his fellow disciples around him.

In this way, because of Yin Tianchou's meddling, the Huashan Sect had a big fight with Kongtong Sect. The swords and swords were ruthless, and everyone was ruthless in action. In order to protect Murong Yiqing, Yin Tianchou was surrounded by Kongtong Sect in the middle open space. Although he used his high sword skills to turn the opponent's offensive into invisibility many times, he was also injured by several swords.

Murong Yiqing finally came back from her guilty feelings and said quietly to the Kongtong Sect, who was fighting step by step, like a hell messenger: "None of you can think of leaving here today."

Before the disciples of Kongtong Sect and Yin Tianchou came back to their senses, Murong Yi had already fallen like a dandelion blown by the wind, floating towards the Fengliu Young Master's body. He silently closed his eyes with a bulging eyes and gently wiped away the remaining blood on the hilt of the famous sword with a silk squid.

When Murong Yiqing held the famous sword and flew past everyone like the wind, bringing waves of blood mist, then these people slowly fell down, including the Kongtong disciple who had just wanted to sneak attack Murong Yiqing, almost everyone had an incredible expression in their eyes before their death.

The other Kongtong disciples looked at Murong Yiqing, who was as good as ghosts, and instantly put down several masters in his sect. They were already in chaos and shouted loudly: "Is this person a witch from the Red Shirt Sect? Let's go together and kill her."

The people were so scared that they were at a loss. At this time, they watched Murong Yiqing slowly approach Yin Tianchou and began to shout again: "Yin Tianchou of Huashan Sect and the witch of the Hongshan Sect are in the same group, so don't let them go." But no one dared to take action first.

"Do you regret saving me just now?" Murong Yi said this coldly, which made Yin Tianchou not know how to answer.

"If I don't save it, I feel uneasy. If I save it, why should I disturb myself?"

"Very good, you're different from them."

"It's just that I don't have the strength to kill you now. If I can, I want to kill you now."

"I can wait for you until the day when you can kill me, and I will return this kindness to you completely."

"Maybe I will have no chance after today, because I have become the common enemy of the black and white."

"If you can't survive this predicament, what qualifications are you to kill me?"

Yin Tianchou might have lost too much blood and slowly fainted. When he woke up again, he lay in Murong Yiqing's arms. It turned out that because of his weakness last night, coupled with the cold weather and cold poison invading, the originally strong man fell ill, his head was so hot, and he kept trembling. Murong Yiqing was grateful for the kindness of this person, so he took Yin Tianchou into his arms. Perhaps it was the true energy in her body that worked. Late at night, Yin Tianchou slowly recovered his steady breathing. Murong Yiqing smelled the masculine aura emitted from this person, and was a little confused. Is this right or wrong?

When Yin Tianchou slowly regained consciousness, Murong Yiqing saw that he was not seriously injured and left some spiritual medicines for nourishing qi and blood for regulating, so she left quietly. When she left, she only left a few twisted and big words in the cave where she lived: Live well, don’t forget our agreement.

From then on, Yin Tianchou embarked on a dark journey of escape. He tried to return to Huashan to explain all this, and when he arrived at the gate of the mountain, he saw a notice that Yin Tianchou, a rebellious disciple of the Huashan Sect, had an affair with the witch of the Red Shirt Sect, which made my Huashan Sect shame for a hundred years. He drove this rebellious person out of the sect. When we met again, it was time for our Sect to eradicate this evil disciple.

The glorious years of the past, the unyielding and righteousness of the past, the former famous and upright faction were so vulnerable in danger. Yin Tianchou felt a little sad and even felt a little sad. He had never blamed Murong Yiqing, and he even had a little nostalgia because that night he vaguely encountered a soft skin, which was so elastic, and also emitted a body fragrance that he still remembered. This actually became his only beautiful memory of survival in adversity.

Then, there was rumors in the world that Murong Yiqing was killed by the head of Kongtong and was killed for three days. Yin Tianchou secretly went to see it once, and that time he left tears in his life.

Zhuanzhangjian, he became a beggar who was despised by the rich young masters and famous ladies, but he lived a very peaceful heart because he and she were two people of different times. Sometimes he felt that without her in this world, he lived a more free and easy life, just like the elegant shopkeeper who came to the city to watch every year.

He would comfort the shopkeeper so much every time: You have at least one concern in your heart. I have different paths from Yiren and I have never met in this life. At this moment, at least you are happier than me.

Who owes whom happiness? Maybe no one owes who owes anyone, just willing or unwilling. As long as we are willing, why should we care about the result? What we can't get is always the best.
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