Jianling

When it comes to understanding Meng Wubei, Xiao Shuhua used to ask himself that he should be number two in the world, because Daoist Qingru might have seen Meng Wubei with bare buttocks, he seemed to have lost a little on this point, but now he felt that he should He was number one in the world, because he not only saw Meng Wubei with his bare butt, but also... the next thought was interrupted by a sudden sound from his stomach.

In the past, it was Meng Wubei who invited him to eat, but since the two of them were honest with each other, Meng Wubei had been closed for three full days, and Xiao Shuhua even suspected that this person was about to become a fairy.Xiao Shuhua could vaguely guess the reason for Meng Wubei's sudden change in temperament, but at first he just thought it was Meng Wubei's thin-skinned, annoyed that he made his own decisions, and he would get better naturally in a few days - after all, it was not Meng Wubei who suffered It doesn't make sense for him to take advantage of it and act like a good boy.But Meng Wubei didn't think so. Xiao Shuhua thought he waited patiently for three days and three nights, but he didn't wait for a greeting.

Xiao Shuhua suddenly panicked, he found himself a little impatient.

When Feng Qingchen escorted Meng Yanhan up the mountain, what he saw was Xiao Shuhua standing outside Meng Wubei's cave with a stern face, cursing inside.However, there was only the echo of him scolding Meng Wubei on the mountain. Meng Wubei was very patient and didn't respond for a long time.

Feng Qingchen tugged at Meng Yanhan's sleeve, and the latter pulled the sleeve back from him impatiently, and interrupted Xiao Shuhua with a loud voice: "What's the use of asking my aunt to come over, wouldn't it be better to just let it be here and have a good time?" good?"

Only then did Xiao Shuhua turn around, and the usual smile was nowhere to be found on his face. Meng Yanhan met his eyes, and was inexplicably frightened for a moment in her heart, but she never showed weakness easily, let alone in front of Xiao Shuhua, So Xiao Shuhua beckoned to her, Meng Yanhan just smiled speciously, and said bluntly: "Just tell me, can I go back alive?"

"It depends on what he means." Xiao Shuhua curled his lips and looked towards Meng Wubei's cave, which had been silent for a long time. This time, before he could finish speaking, there was finally an inaudible sigh from the cave. Wusie's long-lost voice slowly came from inside: "Let Wuhuan in."

I don't know if it's because Feng Qingchen is too much of an enemy, he suddenly felt that in the silence all around, Xiao Shuhua's hand holding the sword hilt was trembling slightly, his eyes were full of self-deprecating sternness, but Meng Wubei wouldn't see it, Meng Yan Han doesn't care.

And Meng Yanhan let out a mocking smile, patted the fine dust off his sleeves, ignored Xiao Shuhua's ugly face, raised his sleeves and walked into the cave, every step was as hard as stepping on Xiao Shuhua's corpse.

Meng Wubei's cave was just like his people, clean and distant, spotless, as if he had devoted his whole life to maintaining the tranquility here.But Meng Yanhan has long been used to it. After all, his living room on Pichen Mountain is the same. There is only a simple desk, two futons, and a couch.

"You shouldn't come." Meng Wubei sat cross-legged with eyes closed, and did not open his eyes when he heard her footsteps. Meng Yanhan let out a light snort, flicked away the teacup on the desk, sat down on the desk, and asked: "If I don't come, Feng Qingchen will kill me immediately."

Meng Wubei was silent for a moment, then said, "I've got you involved."

"There's no need for these courtesies. You just asked me to come in. Do you have something to say to me?" Meng Yanhan thought for a while, but still couldn't hold back the sarcasm that came out of his mouth, "But you are really interesting. If you don’t do the door, you will come to this mountain to suffer—ha, it’s true that there are sentient beings drinking water and being accompanied by beauties, it’s not as boring as Pichenmen.”

Meng Wubei never got angry with her, and it was the same this time. Wen Yan only moved his eyelids, and could not see other movements.

"This time is the poor man's fault, you don't have to say anything to hurt him." Meng Wubei paused for a moment, then continued, "If you go down the mountain... the poor man still hopes that you can go back to Pichen."

"Why don't you come back yourself?"

"...Pindao made a big mistake and has no face in the world."

Meng Yanhan suddenly found it funny, and she really laughed out loud: "What are you doing? I heard from Feng Qingchen that the two of you are still in love with each other. It's not his fault! If you hadn't saved me back then, His life, he is a monster of Huanxizong, he will go out to pick up customers sooner or later—why, do you think there are a few clean people in Huanxizong? I don’t know whether to praise you for being clean or laugh at you for being pedantic. After going down the mountain for so many years, I only learned Juggling with swords? Meng Wubei, you poor Taoist priest would kill me for laughing!"

Meng Wubei was unmoved, but shook his head lightly: "This matter has nothing to do with you."

"Of course it has nothing to do with me!" Meng Yanhan changed his posture, laughed and scolded even more happily, "But my old lady doesn't like your little friend, and he is protected by you, and he will die for a while, which is terrible. It has a lot to do with my old lady! Besides, it has nothing to do with me, ha, you have always lived an open life, so tell me, if the mess on the bed between the two of you is not going well, you will pull my old lady over to watch the show Playing with men? Meng Wubei, you really learned well, and you really deserve the upbringing of the head disciple of the Pichen sect!"

Meng Yanhan's raised chin and bossy tone still didn't irritate Meng Wubei. Although his face was a little pale, his closed eyes still didn't move. It wasn't until Meng Yanhan finished cursing that he said slowly: " Pindao will send you down the mountain."

"Nonsense! Then do you love Xiao Shuhua?"

"..."

Meng Yanhan kept staring at his face, not letting go of even the slightest change, and naturally he would not miss his trembling lips, but Meng Wubei didn't respond, he avoided Meng Yanhan's aggressive questioning and questioning with decisive silence. Condemnation, and finally Meng Yanhan laughed out loud, she was born glamorous, and she was only in her twenties, this smile leaked from her teeth, which made her eyebrows and eyes very sweet, but hearing her smile and opening her lips, Said: "Meng Wubei, I really don't understand how lacking men were in the Pichenmen back then, that my mother would fall in love with such a coward like you!"

Meng Wusai was speechless.

"Do you want to act as if nothing happened again?" Meng Yanhan stood up and walked in front of Meng Wubei step by step, "I thought that I would never be able to keep up with you in my life. Today is a good day. Meng Wubei , I refused to study hard since I was a child. My brothers and sisters don’t like me. The direction—but I still dare to love and hate people, I can praise the person I love into the sun and the moon, and I dare to send him to the endless hell if I hate the person—what about you? Meng Wubei, you are alive My god, how could you be willing to become a human being!"

Meng Wubei didn't even explain, but he finally opened his eyes, fixed his gaze on the wall behind Meng Yanhan, and said, "Don't cry."

cry?she cried?

Meng Yanhan opened her mouth to laugh that his eyes are not as good as before, and he would also be affectionate when laughing at him, but she felt that her whole face was scorched, and her eyes seemed to be kissed by a raging fire, urging her to force her to work out from the apex of her heart. A tear comes.She raised her head and raised her hand to wipe away the inexhaustible tears in her eyes. She obviously hadn't shed tears for many years, and the last time was because of Meng Wubei's heartlessness when he betrayed his teacher.

But look at this man, even if he opens his eyes, he doesn't want to take a second look at the numerous crimes he has committed.

Meng Yanhan thought of Feng Qingchen's proposal to kill Meng Wubei, and the sound of the crisp sword Qingyue sounded in her ears, and her murderous intention was vibrated by Meng Wubei, like thunder rolling in the sky, every time There was an explosion, and she whispered repeatedly in her ears: "...Kill him."

Meng Yanhan took a deep breath, and with his right hand, he pressed the pastry on his waist without any trace, and asked: "Meng Wubei, my favorite, Xiao Shuhua's favorite, and so many unknown people's favorites, what do you do?" What do you think?"

"..." Meng Wubei's expression remained calm as before, but he thought about it seriously for a while, then lowered his head and said, "Poverty is puzzled."

"... puzzled?"

Meng Wusai nodded slightly: "He is very good, and you are also very good. Everyone in the world should like it."

But he didn't understand.

Meng Yanhan understood, it turned out that he was just puzzled.

Whether it's her or Xiao Shuhua, there are so many idiotic men and women in the world, to Meng Wubei, they are all things to see through the fog. He knows the existence of these feelings and will not disturb them, but he just doesn't understand.After all how can you force someone who doesn't understand love to imitate their life-or-death relationship?

Or, every time she imagined because of his inadvertent words, it was just this person's confusion and confusion.

Meng Yanhan swore that she had never hated someone so much.

But she hated so much and killed so much, and it was the first time she felt powerless to kill.

Meng Wubei didn't have a sword at the moment, and she wasn't on guard against her, but she still might not be able to kill Meng Wubei, and she certainly couldn't make Meng Wubei feel regretful for not loving her.

Because he didn't even know why she drew the sword.

"Don't call me Wuhuan anymore." Meng Yanhan suddenly felt very tired. She turned her back and said softly, "Because Wuhuan couldn't love you, she decided to kill herself."

Meng Wubei touched her lips slightly, but did not make a sound.

Meng Yanhan continued: "Meng Yanhan is just Meng Yanhan, not a name given by anyone, and has nothing to do with anyone."

Her Diansu sword has killed all the villains in the world, but it can't kill a fool.

She wanted to get out of the cave, but she heard a rustling sound of cloth rubbing against each other. Meng Yanhan blinked, and saw a thin figure walking out of the darkness in the backlight of the passage. Xiao Shuhua was dressed in white, with the famous sword on his waist Gui Dianqiu smiled very softly: "Meng Lang, you have been silent, so I had no choice but to come here uninvited."

Feng Qingchen was tightly attached to Xiao Shuhua's back, and the already narrow cave seemed extremely cramped.

Meng Yanhan pretended to calmly straighten his sleeves, and said, "Does this have nothing to do with me?"

Xiao Shuhua smiled and asked softly: "Then have you convinced Meng Lang?"

"Convince him?" Meng Yan coldly laughed, "Such courteous treatment, those who don't know would think that Shou Zhenjun asked his old lady to come over and name his little nephew."

Xiao Shuhua said: "That disappoints Junior Sister, I really don't have such supernatural powers."

"It's a pity, since you can't marry your son, Shou Zhenjun should suffer this time." Meng Yanhan pointed at Meng Wubei as if nothing had happened, and said with a smile, "Anyway, I have already broken up with him. How Shou Zhenjun decides, isn’t it still your own idea?”

"...Then what does Meng Lang mean?"

When Xiao Shuhua asked this question, his usually calm tone was like playing with fire, showing a little nervousness. After all, Meng Yanhan was his daughter's family, and one could get a glimpse of his tense back and black eye circles with just one glance. Two, this person probably knew the answer long ago, but he prayed devoutly for countless days and nights, just for this sharp knife hanging above his head that was destined to make him drip with blood.

--does it worth?

But Meng Wupei moved his lips, eyes full of unbearable, but finally stabbed the knife at the gate of the life of his closest person.

They all knew his nature, he was born upright and straightforward, even if they knew that the way ahead was death, they would never say a word in vain.

Meng Wubei said: "Xiao Qing, you are confused."