Saving the second male lead: Wouldn’t it be nice to kidnap her and have her as your wife?

"I don't plan to return this Jianjiang to you."

The two of them leaned close together, as if whispering.

The woods in the wild rustled, and not far away there were two horses grazing with their heads down, while the cool water vapor above the lake was refreshing.

As if they were too relaxed, the two of them moved closer, their breaths close to each other.

"Well……"

It's so quiet and peaceful.

After a while, the two separated. Feng Qingyun was a little out of breath and looked up at Qiu Jue.

The two looked at each other and said in unison:

"So now we...?"

"Are you going to hold a wedding when you return?"

puff.

Feng Qingyun smiled again: "You think too far ahead."

Qiu Jue touched his nose, knowing that he was a little anxious, but mood was something that could not be faked.

“After I have cultivated to perfection, I will send out some invitations and hold a party?” Qiu Jue had a lot of things in mind.

"...Are you kidding me?"

"seriously."

"Wake up! We are all men, how can we host a banquet?"

Qiu Jue really thought about it seriously, and then said seriously: "You wear the wedding dress."

"roll!"

----

As time goes by, more and more Resurrection Sect strongholds are eliminated, and more and more Resurrection Sect traitors are subdued. The traitors will know the locations of other strongholds, forming a virtuous cycle.

Since returning to the Separation Building, Qiu Jue has been practicing madly before dawn every day to comprehend and feel the energy in his body. Now he can catch an eagle that has been frightened and flown away from the sky.

Feng Qingyun would often practice swordplay in the courtyard and practice with his new sword.

Now that we have the weapons, it’s time to give them a name.

Even if these swords and knives had names before, no one knows them now, so we just give them new names.

Feng Qingyun suggested several names that sounded elegant, but in the end, under the tyranny of Qiu Jue, he named the sword Fifteen.

At first Feng Qingyun didn’t know why he was called Fifteen. Qiu Jue told him that it was because his sword was called First Day.

Feng Qingyun thought it was the moon phase of the new moon on the first day and a full moon on the fifteenth day, which matched the colors of the sword and the knife.

Finally Qiu Jue explained that you can avoid the fifteenth day even if you avoid the first day.

...so cold.

Feng Qingyun rubbed his arms, with an indifferent look on his face, and turned back to continue practicing sword.

Qu Yan and Shen Xiya were pulled over to serve tea to Qiu Jue and Feng Qingyun again, but the two almost got into a fight over the issue of address.

Qu Yan: "Brother Feng is my master's wife!"

Shen Xiya: "Master's wife is a woman, and my master is a man!"

Qu Yan: "Then he is called Master?"

Shen Xiya: "We are of different generations!"

After a noisy argument, the two kids simply called each other's master, "Master Dad!"

That’s okay.

After the ceremony, Qu Yan and Shen Xiya also received their gifts. Under Feng Qingyun's suspicious gaze, Qiu Jue introduced the uses of the new equipment to the two kids.

Qiu Jue divided a set of leather armor into two parts, the hand guards were given to Qu Yan, and the body leather armor was given to Shen Xiya.

How can this not be considered a couple outfit? Qiu Jue touched his chin.

Feng Qingyun was still thinking, this thing seems to be from the Resurrection Sect? Where did Qiu Jue hide it before?

Then at night they interrogated and tortured him, forcing Qiu Jue to run out of the room in the middle of the night and be poured with a bucket of cold well water.

One bucket was not enough, so they refilled the cups for free. Qiu Jue’s body was cold and he felt the bone-chilling chill before he returned to the house and asked Feng Qingyun to warm him up.

It turned out to be too hot, and Qiu Jue had to grit his teeth and endure it.

The next day, Qiu Jue added a small couch in Feng Qingyun's room and said that they would not sleep on the same bed no matter what, in order to disturb his mind.

Feng Qingyun snorted. It was Qiu Jue who was the one who lost his composure, but he was the one being blamed?

Hehehe, but it’s quite fun to see Qiu Jue in pain.

His eyes were clearly murderous, but I could only stiffen my body and try in vain to avoid them.

Feng Qingyun awakened something strange.

Hey.

----

The few of them spent more than a year quietly and peacefully in the Separation Building.

The Wulin Alliance finally learned the location of the Resurrection Sect's headquarters.

So the Wulin Alliance sent a message to various forces, informing them to gather again in the Wulin Alliance to discuss the general attack.

But this time, Feng Qingyun had no plans to keep the appointment.

Not only because Fenyi Building was a neutral camp with no military power, but also because he and Qiu Jue had a relationship that was not known to outsiders, so he couldn't attack the other person's hometown no matter what.

What's more, he had already been to the Resurrection Sect once, so it was inevitable that he would be recognized by the people of the Resurrection Sect during the general attack.

So Feng Qingyun gave up and sent someone to reply to the Wulin Alliance, saying that as a neutral camp in the intelligence network, if they participated in the discussion meeting again, the neutral position of the Fenyi Building would no longer exist, and the information channels of the Fenyi Building would become fewer in the future, which would be bad for everyone.

These words left the Wulin Alliance speechless, and the other intelligence agencies also rejected the Wulin Alliance's invitation, causing the Fenyi Building to disappear among the crowd and become inconspicuous.

But the imperial court and the Wulin Alliance would not cancel their plans just because of the withdrawal of a few forces, so Qiu Jue watched the live broadcast of the battle between the righteous factions and the Resurrection Sect.

Feng Qingyun went to work, and Qiu Jue lay on the couch like a big boss, with a fruit plate, melon seeds, juice and other things beside him, watching with great interest.

Isn’t this better than Bo Ran?

There were heavy casualties within the Resurrection Sect. In Qiu Jue's memory, the stairs of the hall where he was tortured were littered with corpses of disciples from various factions, piled up into a mountain. Blood slid down the steps, gathering into a river.

The righteous side did not fare well either. All forces lost some men and horses, and there were numerous wounded.

Under the crushing weight of sheer numbers, the Resurrection Sect was still defeated.

However, at the very end, the third elder, who was currently at the highest level in the Resurrection Sect, howled to the sky with a gloomy face.

Looking at the upright people who were approaching step by step from the stairs, he glanced around and felt a little happy.

"The leader of the Resurrection Sect is not in the sect." He smiled, and the hatred in his heart was about to burst out.

He had begged the patriarch to come back and help so many times, but the patriarch never came back. The last time he came back with great difficulty, he emptied half of the treasure house and then ran away again.

Why? As a subordinate, he worked hard for the Huanhun Sect, but Qiu Jue, the leader of the entire sect, became a deserter and was living happily somewhere.

His dissatisfaction and resentment towards Qiu Jue had reached its peak at this moment.

"I can provide you with the sect leader's information and a portrait." With wounds all over his body, he didn't care about his life now. He just wanted Qiu Jue to pay for his blood debt with blood.

After hearing his words, the decent people around him stopped what they were doing and whispered to each other to pass on the information.

After a while, the leader of the Wulin Alliance and the third prince Xuan Heng came forward, surrounded by numerous guards, fearing that the third elder would attack them. "Are you really willing to give us the news about the sect leader?"