[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

Today's rivers and lakes do not have Mo Qing Yu Ling, but there is a legend of Mo Qing Yu Ling.

These four characters have two meanings, one is Huankong Mountain, Misty Peak, and the name of a saint in Tianyi Pavilion, and the other is a medical treasure in the hands of that saint.

However, the rejuvenated flesh and bones in the hands of the saint are far less legendary than its owner.

In "Wulin Situation" edited by Bai Xiaosheng himself, the former stunning saint was recorded in extreme words.

"In virtue, in appearance, in medicine, in martial arts, within a hundred years, no one in the world can take away its brilliance.".

And in the word of mouth of the elders in the rivers and lakes, there is also a truly unique and independent figure of a woman floating around.

That person has a heartbreaking face like a fairy, with decisive and exquisite martial arts, great achievements in medicine and science, the hand of rejuvenation, quietly entered the world, and is magnificent. .

Mo Qing Yuling entered the Jianghu at the age of 17, and retired to Tianyi Pavilion again at the age of 21. It has only been a short four years in the ups and downs of the world.

However, in the past four years, all the men who have seen her face have fallen in love with her, and all the famous people who have seen her make a move are all amazed by her. Xiaosheng can remember clearly.

However, today, 17 years later, there are still many elderly storytellers who will conclude with longing and admiration on the top floor of the teahouse, Mo Qing Yuling... a woman like that is worthy of being a saint. in the name of.

However, these mortals have forgotten that Mo Qing Yuling is not a real saint.

She is a person, even a woman.

And a woman can love, hate, despair, cry when sad, go crazy when jealous...

However, the world doesn't know, or rather, they don't want to know. After all, a woman who has lost her beauty must at least keep her most beautiful and brilliant youth on the altar, so that she can be worthy of the rewards given to storytellers. copper plate.

However, the situation is destined to surge.

The real reason for the storyteller to bring up the past is that 17 years later, the woman's child stepped into the river and lake that was once turbulent for her mother.

The son of a thousand gold saber is a guest, and a handsome horse with a plume of flowers.

Half a month ago, Huankong Mountain, Misty Peak, Tianyi Pavilion, the master of the Shao Pavilion, Mo Yu, entered the rivers and lakes! .

But naturally, there was no one to talk about with the masked blind boy next to him...

The man in black clothes leaned on the soft bed of the luxury carriage, "Is there any news on the road recently?"

It was clearly a clear voice, but he still gave out the feeling of being lazy and intoxicated. Duan Qingling didn't feel anything after hearing it. She just served the tea with both hands, and said in a calm tone,

"Tomorrow there will be a wind in the Hejiang River, there will be a literati poetry meeting in Xiyuan Hall...".

Before he finished speaking, Mo Yu couldn't help but lower his head and smile. He seldom smiled, but at this moment, his eyes were black and bright, and his smile was stained with a playful color.

It's a pity that there is only him and a blind boy in this large carriage, so no one has the chance to see the brilliance in these eyes.

Such dark eyes, such an obvious smile, like a flower coming from the depths of the mire, at the end of the killing.

Duan Qingling only felt a chess piece coming through the air, and it was very fast, but there was no killing intent. He took it with his right hand, without even spilling the tea in the teacup held in his left hand.

Then, it was the slender arm of Master Shaoge, wrapping around his thin body, dressed in white and black, Duan Qingling did not hide, until Mo Yu took advantage of the situation to press him to the soft collapse, he still took the Laughing.

"Young Pavilion Master please have some tea."

It turned out that until this time, his right hand was still serving tea.

No one could have imagined that the servant of the young master of Tianyi Pavilion would have such skills, or in other words, since he has such skills, why should he be a servant?

Mo Yu let go of Duan Qingling's hands, and said with a sneer, "I can't wait until I enter Beijing."

After receiving the tea, he said coldly, "When did you know?"

Duan Qingling's reaction was indeed quick, but he was weak and suffered from eye disease after all. After all this tossing, he was already uncomfortable.

His thin lips parted slightly, and he said in a desolate tone, "Fenghe River, Xiyuan Hall, and the Literati Poetry Club are held in memory of the late Duan Xingyuan, Mr. Duan, once every year, and it has been seven years, so how can you answer Shaoge?" What about the Lord's phrase 'when will you know'?".

Mo Yu poured down a cup of tea and only hit the face of the person under him.

Duan Qingling knew that with the pouring down of this cup of tea, there would no longer be any warmth between them.

After waiting for a long time, Duan Qingling raised his lips to make a sound, but it was not to answer Mo Yu's question. He murmured, calling softly and in a low voice with a voice that seemed to come out of his throat inadvertently. With a sound.

"elder brother."