Jianling

Meng Xing opened his mouth, as if he wanted to explain a few words for Feng Lin, but the next moment, Yan Huansheng brushed away his hair on the left side, and Meng Xing only felt that his whole body was thrown into the ice cellar. We fell into an unspoken silence together.

Yan Huansheng pointed to his own face: "Thanks to the mercy of the Lord, Yan is missing an ear."

Everyone couldn't help but suffocate, even Jiang Zhi, who had known about it for a long time, couldn't help shaking his hands, and Chu Wanzhen subconsciously shrank behind Meng Xing, too frightened to make a sound.

"...He..." Meng Xing clenched the corner of his clothes unconsciously. He hesitated to say "I'm sorry", but he couldn't help feeling sorry for Feng Lin, so he could only drink a glass of wine with his neck up. , said, "Does he know?"

Yan Huansheng smiled and shook his head: "He doesn't know, he just thinks that I have forgotten everything."

Meng Xing was silent.

"If I let him know that Yan still remembers the past, he will definitely not spare my life." Yan Huansheng lowered his eyes, and his trembling eyelashes cast a large shadow in his eyes.

——But he would rather believe that Yan Huansheng, a running dog with no past and no thoughts, would rather believe that Feng Lang was really willing to risk his life for him.

Chu Wanzhen never knew that Feng Lin would have such a past. Ever since she was sensible, she only knew that Feng Lin of the Feng family was exceptionally beautiful. As for Feng Lang—she had hardly heard of this name.

Chu Wanzhen subconsciously wanted to question the authenticity of these words, but when she spoke, her tone was already somewhat hesitant: "Then you...then don't you hate him very much?"

"—Wanzhen." Meng Xing gave her a disapproving glance, but the water was too much to stop. Yan Huansheng had already heard this sentence, and looked at Chu Wanzhen with a smile: "Does the Second Highness think so?"

Meng Xing said: "Perhaps Feng Lin thinks so."

Yan Huansheng held Tongqin in his arms, he was startled when he heard the words, then he lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, and smiled softly, as gentle as a luthier in the mountains who is indifferent to the world, after a while, Yan Huansheng sighed helplessly: , that's what he thought."

Meng Xing couldn't bear to comment on the grievances between the two brothers, one led wolves into the house, the other raised tigers, he couldn't tell who was better than the other, he could only say that maybe Feng Lin was better off, at least Feng Lang didn't have any intention of killing him for the time being.

After Yan Huansheng finished telling the story, the room was filled with eerie silence.

Yan Huansheng originally thought that Meng Xing would comment on something, but Meng Xing only cared about drinking, he was a little lost for a moment, his eyes flicked from Meng Xing to Zhong Xuan, and then turned to Chu Wanzhen, when Meng Xing met his eyes, There was a subtle chill in my heart, and Shen Zhongxuan on the side had already put down his wine glass, and said solemnly, "Then, Mr. Zhanchun, when are you going to do it?"

Before he finished speaking, Yan Huansheng smiled as expected, but he was not panicked at being caught, but looked at Shen Chongxuan deeply with confidence.

Shen Zhongxuan stared at him silently, Yan Huansheng smiled: "Is Mr. Shen right?...When did you find out?"

"I didn't find it." Shen Zhongxuan looked at him. This time, Meng Xing was stopped by him, and he faced Yan Huansheng alone, "I just kept thinking about how you escaped from Li Huayan's control and came to the Clouds will see us."

Yan Huansheng hummed inexplicably, but his eyes were a little bit more serious, and the next moment, Tongqin suddenly rang.

Shen Zhongxuan and Meng Xing jumped up at the same time, and their swords were aimed straight at Yan Huansheng, but the distance between them was only a table, and it seemed like a moat for a while, Yan Huansheng, who was close in front of him, had an ethereal figure, In an instant, it turns into smoke and dust, and it can't be found anywhere.

Jiang Zhi also disappeared at the same time as him, but the reverberating sound of the piano still lingered endlessly.

The three masters and apprentices looked at each other, and Xuanzang stepped forward with a heavy sword, and opened the window with a sideways sword, and three cold arrows struck suddenly, almost passing by three inches in front of his eyes.

Meng Xing immediately swung his whisk and cut off two of them. Chu Wanzhen dodged subconsciously behind him and narrowly escaped the remaining one. The last arrow pierced into the wall with such force that even the arrow sank hard.

At this time, the sound of the zither turned sharply, startled like a silver bottle suddenly broken, iron cavalry protruding, as urgent as marching at night, showers and strong winds, during which the sense of majesty and grandeur poured out, majestic and loud.

There are many murderous intentions hidden under the seven strings, and neither the qin nor the qin owner can be seen, only the solitary and decisive sound of the qin can be heard, as if a lonely swordsman who put all his eggs in one basket, finally waited for this moment of life and death, which is barely seen in the picture, So the killing intent no longer faked, and everyone rushed to rush in, playing the fierceness that one level is better than the other.

Suddenly the doors and windows were all open, arrows rained down, Shen Zhongxuan immediately pulled Chu Wanzhen over, and Meng Xing stood on the left and right side to protect her in the middle.

Meng Xing said in a deep voice amidst the hustle and bustle, "You take the night and leave first."

"I can't go, there are too many people." Shen Zhongxuan refused, and shot the last arrow, his eyes were as bright as stars, "A Xing, someone is coming."

They have all drank Jiang Zhi's wine, and there is nothing wrong with the wine itself, after all, Yan Huansheng himself drank it, but Yan Huansheng's piano sound can turn internal energy into the strings, prompting alcoholism and disturbing people's hearts, that's why he Leave early so as not to get caught.

Meng Xing sneered and said: "No wonder he is so honest, it turned out that he was so suffocated that he came to talk to the dead man."

Zhong Xuan didn't answer any more, he clenched the sword in his hand, facing the wide open door, his fiery breath was fettered in his chest, because the sound of Yan Huansheng's piano had no reason The sulking anger was pent up in his heart, which made him almost unable to calm down.

A person walked in outside the door, dressed in a monk's robe, with nine scars on his head, but his face was far from the peaceful and serene Shi Lian three years ago.

On the contrary, he held a sword with a cold light in his hand, and he came all the way to the ground, carving deep sword marks.

Meng Xing's eyes darkened, and he resolutely shoved Shen Shen behind his back: "...Sword Master Bai, please stay safe."

——The person who came was Cheng Zijian, the white sword master who had been forcibly sent to Shilian's Buddhist sect by Chu Wanzhen.

When Chu Wanzhen heard his name suddenly, he felt a chill in his heart and lungs, and immediately scolded: "See you, Cheng Zi?! How dare you go out without permission and disobey the order of the hall?!"

Cheng Zijian, as if he couldn't see her, laughed strangely, his eyes leaped over Meng Xing, and looked straight at the silent heavy Xuan.

His laughter was so weird that it was about to decay, and his face was extremely old, but in just three years, the years had carved deep grooves on his face, and the resentment and hatred that he couldn't hide were filled in the vertical and horizontal.If it wasn't for the prestigious sword in his hand, Meng Xing would hardly have been able to confirm that this person was the well-dressed and refined Cheng Zijian three years ago.

Seeing Shen Zhongxuan, Cheng Zi burned his facial features into his eyes, and whispered with a strange smile: "Meng Yanhan...Meng Yanhan..."

Meng Xing threw away Fuchen, and the Zhuoshuang sword was completely unsheathed.

"Meng Yanhan...you will die badly, you poisonous woman, you—"

Seeing that his eyes were blood red, Cheng Zi didn't seem to see Meng Xing at all, and only saw Meng Yanhan's heavy lips in his eyes.

Those lips once spit out the most vicious curse in the world, and the owner of those lips once killed his closest family members!

The scourge of Meng Yanhan and his ilk is not worthy of being a mother at all-how could she marry and have children in peace after causing his family to be ruined?

Cheng Zi saw Duobu rushing forward and spared no effort to slash sideways. Meng Xing's arm was numb from the shock of his sword.

However, Cheng Zijian didn't care about it. He attributed all the misfortunes he had encountered in his life to Meng Yanhan, but he couldn't find trouble with the dead, so all the vents for his resentment became Meng Yanhan behind Meng Xing. blood teenager.

He was born in an official family, and he was proud of his youth, but because he caught up with Meng Yanhan when he was going down the mountain, in the troubled times, under the prestige of Xue Guanyin leveling the Thirteen States with a sword, outsiders only knew that she was cruel and merciless, but because of that point Su Jian really lost his youthful glory and his blood relatives.

He walked alone for more than ten years, and he paid dozens of times more hard work than the disciples of the traditional martial arts family. He shed blood and sweat day and night, and he forged a life-threatening moment of death for countless times. White Sword Master.

But Zhongxuan only needs to easily hang under Meng Xing's door, and the Second Highness will take the lead for him, and Feng Lin will take care of all difficulties and dangers for him.

The blood of his family has achieved the glory of Blood Guanyin.

And he became a monk, three years of pain, only in exchange for a heavy and xuan teenager to become famous.

This is not fair.

Why is the Dao of Heaven always treating him unfairly? !

The sound of Yan Huansheng's piano continued, and it became more and more intense at this time. Meng Xing forcibly blocked the blow, and was stimulated by the sound of Yan Huansheng's piano, causing internal energy in the body to become disordered. , the excruciating pain filled his whole body, but he didn't dare to slack off at all, he could only hold on to the clarity in his mind, and waited for Cheng Zijian's next sword strike.

Shen Zhongxuan was trembling when he saw that, amidst the endless screams, Meng Xing was dressed in white, and every wound was very conspicuous. He was only three steps away from Meng Xing, enough to see Cheng Zi's blood that was about to fly from the tip of the sword. Beads splashed on Meng Xing's snow-white clothes one by one, and for a moment they were as thick as red plums in the snow, and one tree after another blossomed into a piercing beauty.

But he can't help protecting Chu Wanzhen, he can't ignore Yan Huansheng's tireless zither sound, in this world swords and swords are easy to hide, only the unknowable zither sound and dancing posture, these elegant and harmless things are often the most beautiful. Shocking.

"Senior Cheng, you are not afraid of losing face when you cooperate with a monster like Yan Huansheng and attack a child?!" Meng Xing was most annoyed by fighting with the deadly warriors, but Cheng Zi was not afraid of death when he saw how fierce he was. He didn't evade the stabbing, but the attack was even more ferocious, Meng Xing had no way to hide, he was stabbed several times one after another, his legs almost went limp, he could only choke out a sentence, trying to evade Cheng Zijian's attention.

Seeing the cold voice, Cheng Zi replied, "Shame?—After the old man is ordained, there is nothing that cannot be lost!"

Meng Xing cursed secretly, not daring to let go of the sword in his hand, he would rather be hit by the sword himself, and try his best to protect the two apprentices behind him.

Chu Wanzhen was in a state of chaos, at least she was completely protected by the two of them, and she was calmer than Chong Xuan. She had already seen that Meng Xing had been hit back and forth, and her strength was exhausted, so she quickly pulled Chong Xuan's sleeves and lowered Said: "Let's go first, don't make trouble for Master."

Of course Chong Xuan refused, gritted his teeth and said, "Go, I'll stay."

Chu Wanzhen wanted to say more, but saw Cheng Zijian stab Meng Xing's heart with a sword. Taking a few steps back, his eyes shifted from Meng Xing to Shen Shenxuan, and he sneered and scolded, "Shu Zi dare you!"

Meng Xing let out a clear drink, and almost turned around to protect Shen Shenxuan at the moment of life and death. Cheng Zijian's sword hit his waist and abdomen, and blood suddenly appeared on his frosty white clothes. It was ignited into a piece of fierce fireworks, blooming a large area of ​​dazzling bright red.

Shen Zhongxuan closed his arms and hugged Meng Xing's body that had softened suddenly, his eyes were about to burst, and the long sword involuntarily went straight to Cheng Zijian. When it was dark, even Chu Wanzhen, who was trying to catch Meng Xing behind him, couldn't hold back his body softening.

——Cheng Zijian's white sword approached unhindered!

Zhong Xuan almost wished to live.

He guessed that Yan Huansheng was not kind, and that Yan Huansheng must have found foreign aid, but he and Meng Xing never expected that the person who came would be someone like Cheng Zijian—not to mention that Yan Huansheng's Qin would So much so.

If it wasn't for him, how could Meng Xing come to this grand banquet?

Cheng Zijian's sword stopped half an inch in front of Shen Chongxuan's throat.

Shen Zhongxuan opened his eyes in a daze, but only saw Cheng Zijian's bloody heart, and there was no sound of Yan Huansheng's piano in his ears, but Cheng Zijian's cry of pain when he was dying.

Yan Huansheng's piano sound stopped. He was silent for a long time, and then he said coldly at the moment Cheng Zijian fell down:

"...Wen Zhumi, you are so courageous."