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On the second day, An Yisheng got up early and went to look for Bu Qinghe. Bu Qingxian, who had been kind to An Yisheng yesterday, saw him, poked him up and down, scolded him face to face, and almost ordered someone to throw him out of the palace.Fortunately, Da Lier cleverly asked Bu Qingxian to burn incense and paper.

With his back turned to him, Bu Qinghe was looking in the mirror...combing his hair.

When he saw An Yisheng, he stood up, and said to An Yisheng, "How about we go out today?" When he said this, he made a special trip to lean into An Yisheng's ear, his posture was quite... ambiguous.

An Yisheng blushed to the base of his ears. At this moment, when the sun was rising, it was a matter of a man's blood being turned against him. An Yisheng had to react a little bit, and was a little embarrassed for a while.

Bu Qinghe pulled An Yisheng up strangely, and An Yisheng smelled his unique smell, and couldn't restrain himself even more, his heart pounded several times.

What is this, it smells a little bit manly, that's all.An Yisheng thought to himself that he has been holding back for too long recently.

Seeing him like this, Bu Qinghe seemed very satisfied, took his hand and walked out.Fearing that they would run into the King of the Northern Realm, the two of them jumped over the wall and walked down the street holding hands.

Not only did Bu Qinghe hold hands, but he also took An Yisheng's arm. The two quickly became the focus of attention. They were pointed at and pointed at along the way, and they were immoral.

The folk customs in Daliang are open, but not to this extent after all, normal men and women will not be like this when walking on the street, let alone men and women.

The current Bu Qinghe and An Yisheng are like prostitutes in a brothel standing next to their clients.

An Yisheng gently pushed away Bu Qinghe's holding hands, and said, "Cousin, what's wrong with you?"

Bu Qinghe smiled, with an extraordinary and indescribable feeling, like a painted skin in a ghost story, not like himself.

Bu Qinghe said: "Let's go, I'll take you to a place." Bu Qinghe spread out the folding fan he didn't know where it came from very angrily, and he acted like a serious rich man, walking swiftly towards the distance.

However, it was such a small movement that An Yisheng discovered the loophole.Ever since Bu Qingya gave away the pair of Gu-suppressing fans, Bu Qinghe never used them again, and he said that just looking at them reminded him of the bad past.

The "Bu Qinghe" in front of him is undoubtedly someone else, who else?Mianzhen is the only one who can pretend to be someone else's face, voice, and even personality.The weirdest thing was how she could even pretend to smell the same on people. An Yisheng really learned a lot.

Since she appeared here confidently, then Bu Qinghe should have been caught by her and taken somewhere.She ostentatiously had close contact with An Yisheng again and again, just to test whether her disguise method was perfect.

An Yisheng was worried from the bottom of his heart, but he didn't move on the surface. He ran after him and walked side by side with the fake "Bu Qinghe" in the market.

Mianzhen talked and laughed along the way, but they were all limited to the recent visits to the palace, and didn't talk too much, just right.The two walked out of the city between words and went to the suburbs.

At this time, there is a breeze outside the city, blowing patches of greenery, such a beautiful scene, under the warm sunshine, the people on Moshang are walking in pairs, walking in the green shade of light and dark.

The farther you go, the fewer people there are until you reach a deserted village.

"Cousin, what are we doing here?" An Yisheng followed his plan without revealing it.

"Bu Qinghe" said: "You will know when you go."

"Bu Qinghe" stopped at the gate of a farmyard, opened the door and walked in, as if entering his own home.

This yard is different from others, it seems to be inhabited, the weeds in the yard are not as high as those on the road, and there is no dust on the front door.Going further inside, the thick teapot and porcelain bowl on the table are still clean.

Faced with Bu Qinghe's appearance, Mian Zhen found a clean chair and sat down, as in Bu Qinghe's usual posture.

An Yisheng decided to pretend to be confused, and said in confusion, "Cousin, why did you bring me here?"

"Bu Qinghe" said: "I think this place is not bad, why don't we live in seclusion here in the future."

An Yisheng really had this intention, but the premise was that the opposite side was the real Bu Qinghe.

"Okay, I like it here too."

"Bu Qinghe": "Since you are willing to be with me for the rest of your life, then we are here, and once again we promise that we will stay together for the rest of our lives. There are a few things you have to promise me."

"Okay." An Yisheng blurted out without thinking.

"Bu Qinghe" looked at An Yisheng, and said, "Don't listen to what I have to say first."

"I will agree to whatever my cousin says, and do it one by one."

"Bu Qinghe" said: "Don't talk so full, if you can't do it, or if you go back on your word, I won't let you go."

An Yisheng didn't know what the intention of the injection was, so he said bluntly: "Just tell me, your business is my business. You and I will become lovers, and we will be husband and wife together. My promise to you It will always be fulfilled.”

"Bu Qinghe" smiled with satisfaction, and said: "The first point, I want you to kill Bu Qingxian."

An Yisheng was taken aback for a moment, then pretended to be shocked and asked, "Why?"

"Bu Qinghe" said: I see how upset she is with you, I'm afraid she will eventually become an obstacle for us to stay together in the future, so it's better to get rid of her.

An Yisheng said: "But she is your own sister."

"Bu Qinghe" sighed, and said: "Between family affection and love, I would give up her and choose you. This is my greatest sacrifice."

An Yisheng was really annoyed by Mian Zhen, what kind of tricks did he want to play, so he said, "So you just have the heart to kill her?"

"Bu Qinghe" said: "It doesn't matter if you don't kill me, but in fact, I just want to see how much you can dedicate to me."

An Yisheng said: "How can this be confused? I love you, and I must respect you, respect you, love you and protect you. You treat me the same way. Why do you bind and restrain each other in the name of love?"

The "Bu Qinghe" said in this sentence is speechless, there are many kinds of love, and Mianzhen just doesn't understand this kind.

"Bu Qinghe" said: "Of course that's the case, then just treat it as if I didn't say it. Next, I solemnly ask you, no matter what I become, you will treat me as always? If I leave, you will just search for it." The ends of the earth will find me too? If I change my mind about you, what will you do to me?"

An Yisheng said: "I can recognize you no matter what you have become. One look is not enough, then two. As long as you appear in front of me, I will be able to find you. If you leave, I will always look for you , forever; if you change your mind, I will first see if there is another new love, if so, I will take a good look at her/him, and then go to hell with you; if there is no empathy, I will move to Next door to you, be a pair of neighbors who stay together, although we are not under the same roof, but we will still stay together for the rest of our lives."

After An Yisheng finished speaking, "Bu Qinghe" said: "Do you really think so? Or do you think you can do this."

The cotton needle had a strange color on its face, and An Yisheng couldn't stand her anymore, and said, "I said before, no one can replace you by my side!" " Throat scratched down.

It's so dangerous, the cotton needle flashed past, facing Bu Qinghe's face, he said angrily: "Just now we made an oath, what are you doing now, are all men liars?"

An Yisheng said: "That's what I said to Bu Qinghe, not you!" After he said that, he swung his whip, and the table in front of him flew up and hit the cotton needle.

Mian Zhen kicked the flying table away, and the table flew away in pieces. She finally showed her true face, although she was still facing Bu Qinghe's face, but her expression was all her own, and her voice was restored to a woman's voice .

Mian Zhen said, "When did you know?"

An Yisheng pointed to the fan on her waist, and said, "If you want to blame it, blame you for being smart. Cousin almost doesn't use a fan!"

Mian Zhen regretted not falling, she had observed Bu Qinghe long ago, and was fairly familiar with his behavior patterns and way of speaking, but this fan was a whim of hers, arty, and unexpectedly lost here.

An Yisheng pointed at the dagger, held the whip, and said coldly, "Hand him over!"

Mian Zhen sneered and said: "I also know how deep your relationship is. I have been by your side for so long, and even made a special trip to lean on you and you didn't recognize it. Just for this, what you just said is bullshit. "

He said again: "It's the same with him. If I hadn't pretended to be you and took the lead, how could I capture him so smoothly."

An Yisheng's eyes became as sharp as the dagger in his hand, and he amplified his voice, "I'll say it again, hand him over!"

"Hehe, you think you can do nothing to me!" Mian Zhen stretched out her hand and took out two oriental sticks from her sleeve.

In the small and dilapidated house, An Yisheng blocked the door, trapping the cotton needle inside.Unexpectedly, Mianzhen jumped back and broke through the wall. The dilapidated house suddenly lost a wall, and a piece of roof tiles were scattered precariously.

The two had already flown out of the world and found an open field to fight.

Mian Zhen used a pair of oriental sticks to turn the whip round and round, but did not attack at close quarters. During the fight, he said in a subtle manner: "Why, you are only capable like this. Anyway, you are going to see the king of Hades, why don't you give your whip method to my old lady?" Read it all over."

An Yisheng had only one sentence: "Where is he?" almost roaring.

Mian Zhen said in Bu Qinghe's voice, "I'm right here, haha."

An Yi got angry, and the strength in his hand became heavier. The cotton needle used a stick to ride over the whip lightly, but found that the blow just now seemed to weigh a thousand catties, so he didn't pick it up, but hit it firmly through the stick .

Mian Zhen took a step back, thinking that this kid is angry, he has to be careful, but there is no trace on his face, and said: "You are really ruthless, you can even hit me in the face!"

An Yisheng was suddenly exposed, and the whip pulled out all the weeds around him. The soft ground was torn open one after another, and the needles had nowhere to land.

Come for real!

Mianzhen frowned, raised her oriental stick, and came forward like lightning.

An Yisheng had learned her kung fu, rolled back the long whip, and put the killing move on the dagger in his left hand.The two shook hands a few times as they exchanged hand-to-hand combat, and it was hard to tell the winner.

Mianzhen's oriental stick shook to the ground, the stick unexpectedly came loose, and the front crutches were separated from the stick body, as if something was connected to it.

Mian Zhen said: "Little brother, this is called Linglong Duansi, you have to be careful." Before he finished speaking, the Dongfang stick with its head off flew over with the silk thread.

An Yisheng was not afraid of this thing the most, he twisted it with a whip, at most it would tie a knot, at worst he would lose a weapon.

With a wave of his long whip, he danced several large and small circles above his head, attacking like a snake like a cotton needle.Mianzhen's weird weapon was also thrown over with the silk thread.After several fights, the silk thread was very flexible, not only did not get entangled with the long whip, it even moved up the whip like slender tentacles, with the head and end hesitating and turning to wrap around the person's limbs.

The two oriental sticks were connected with thin lines, which lasted for a long time and then fell short, shuttling between the attacks of the long whip.The thin thread was as tough as a bowstring, and An Yisheng took the time to cut it with a dagger, but it didn't break. The thread and the dagger met, making an ear-piercing noise, like metal scraping.

Mian Zhen smiled and said, "How about it, is this skill beautiful?"

An Yisheng thought to himself that this person is so powerful because of his martial arts, he must have never met many opponents, she underestimated the enemy, as long as she endured, she would be able to show her flaws.

Looking at the continuous stirring of the cotton needles, An Yisheng suddenly thought that this kind of kung fu, such as Caiyunxuan's Caiyun knot clothes skill, and his own Yasha poisonous dragon whip hair seem to be exactly the same. They seem soft and quick, but they are actually all about luring the enemy. The technique, the real ultimate move is the moment when the movement slows down.

In short, the slower the more dangerous.

Mian Zhenru is an old cat with many years of experience, playing with An Yisheng, the little mouse, is very happy, but after so long, it is annoying.

The cotton needle body changed suddenly, and the oriental sticks connected by the filaments were seamless, and An Yisheng backed away again and again.The current cotton needle seems to be able to grind meat, within the range of touching her filaments, a piece of flesh on the arm will be directly twisted off, if it is entangled with this thing, it will be cut into hundreds of pieces in an instant.

The cotton needle stopped dancing, but a sap stick was stabbed straight at An Yisheng's heart, An Yisheng turned back and backed away, but the stick suddenly fell off, and it was connected by a silk thread and poked a long way forward, hitting An Yisheng's heart.

An Yisheng's chest felt tight, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground.

Mian Zhen held two oriental sticks and pulled them apart, like a two-stringed harp, the strings were opened and closed in her hands.Mian Zhen said: "Do you know what Linglong Broken Silk is?"

An Yisheng looked up to the sky and laughed, then looked back at Mianzhen and said, "Where is he?"

Mian Zhen smiled contentedly, "You'll never know." After saying that, she scraped the two strings towards An Yisheng's shoulder.

Linglong broken silk!How could An Yisheng not know, Shun Feng Shun Shui once said that this is the punishment of the Linglong Bureau for the traitors, scraping the skin of the sinner with Linglong silk threads one by one until the threads are broken.This kind of silk thread is made by the death of Tianshan ice silkworm and unique secret method. It is usually hidden and cannot be used. If it is used, it will break into pieces after seven days when it sees the light wind. But during these seven days, There is almost nothing that can break it, so there is Linglong's seven-day broken silk punishment.

No one can survive for seven days, even if they survive for seven days, more than half of their body will be cut off, life is worse than death.

The cotton needle scraped over with the silk thread. An Yisheng had been on guard for a long time. He had vaguely heard Shun Shui say that the punishment was blown from his shoulders. He thought it was cruel, so he stopped listening, and now it came in handy.

An Yisheng tried his best, and grabbed the two Linglong silks with a whip in his hand. At the same time, with all his strength in his right hand, he took the dagger and slashed at the cotton needle's hand.She knew that this woman's physical strength was not strong enough, and even if she couldn't do it hard, she would still be able to beat her three points.

Sure enough, the silk thread of the cotton needle was entangled by the handle of the whip, and she was about to untie it easily, but An Yisheng's dagger made her have to guard against it. After all, if it was hit, her arm was gone.

Mian Zhen reluctantly discarded the entangled Dongfang stick, and at the same time avoided the dagger lightly, and stepped on An Yisheng's hand.An Yisheng's dagger came out of his hand and was kicked away by Mian Zhen.

"What I have is the means!"

Mian Zhen was really angry and wanted to kill him immediately, but she was unwilling to let him die like this, so she flew up and slapped An Yisheng's heart.By the way: "Do you know what Xigusan is?"

This palm only used three points of strength, but it felt like something was broken in An Yisheng's chest.

Mian Zhen's palm was pierced with two cuts, like something's fangs.

"Hahahaha..." An Yisheng laughed happily, looking at the sky, as if Xiuhong was looking at him from above.However, there is an infinite loss in my heart, and until I die, I am still thinking about myself.

Mian Zhen looked sullen, and said: "You have been hit by my ecstasy bone erosion palm, and in two hours, I'm afraid you will be turned into a pile of bones by the scorching sun."

The corner of An Yisheng's mouth was bleeding, the previous hard fight had exhausted his strength, and with the addition of cotton needles, he was exhausted now, he said with a smile: "See if you die first I'll die first."

Mianzhen became cruel, the strong man cut off his wrist, severed an arm, and said viciously: "So what now!"

An Yisheng: "It's late!"

Mian Zhen didn't believe it, her eyes were full of murderous intent, and she waved towards An Yisheng with one hand, but every time she took a step, she felt a sharp pain in her heart.

She finally lost control: "The antidote, give me the antidote, you give me the antidote!..."

An Yisheng said, "Say, he's..."

However, before that "where" could be said, the cotton needle fell backwards.Qianzhi Gu poison melted her into a dead bone dressed in Chinese clothes, covered with all kinds of masks.

An Yisheng stared at the corpse for a while, and his heart sank. Thinking back to that night when the moon was full, Anfu Pavilion and Bu Qinghe's vow to live and die together, and to die at the same point may not be fulfilled.He softly "hehehe" several times, finally exhausted and lost consciousness.