He thought he was bewitched

There are many strange rocks on the top of Duyun, and there are large and small black broken stones scattered on the snow that has not melted for thousands of years. It fell into the endless white mist beyond the edge of the edge, and after a long time, a group of birds flew out of the mountain forest somewhere.

With a touch of Fu Tingya's sword, it was like a galaxy winding with silver light, and the edge of the light was cut out, and a sharp edge was carved on the snow in an instant. A piece of Chen Pu Wufeng's clumsy object stretched out, passed through the icy light of the sword, and pierced Fu Tingya's throat!

Fu Tingya swung his sword to block, rolled out his long sleeves, and suddenly pulled Yelufeng in front of him, and the two collided with each other.

All of a sudden, the clear lights flickered again, and the voice clanged loudly. Yelufeng took a mouthful of blood in his throat, but there was an extremely wanton smile on his face. He reacted very quickly, but he heard Fu Tingya yelling in his ear: " Why are you out of the sheath!?"

"You are also a character. If you speak at this moment, you are not afraid of going astray."

After saying that, he smiled sassyly, and suddenly turned his palm, his fingers stabbed like hooks, and flew back while Fu Tingya was blocking him, walking like a swift eagle, and landed on a huge upright rock in the distance in an instant.

The mist gathers and disperses on Duyun Peak, and at this moment, the snow begins to fall like a curtain, covering the whole world.

"Hey, boy, I think you are pleasing to the eye, and I will tell you the truth about the dirt here." He paused on the stone and said with a smile.

Fu Tingya ignored him, flew straight up, and then heard Yelufeng continue: "Poor Mingyue Sword King, how can I bear it to fight this inevitable battle, and I will never let it out of its sheath."

Fu Tingya's heart was shocked, but his complexion did not change at all, and his momentum of attacking did not diminish. Seeing that he didn't believe him, Yelufeng just shook his head helplessly, but didn't say any more, and simply raised his sword to meet him.

The two went through another round, and Yelufeng's regret turned into boldness, and his boldness finally turned into astonishment. He regretted that he would lose because of the humiliation, and he was bold because he met his opponent because of the smooth battle. If he doesn't hold back, maybe he can fight this person to a draw!

Cold sweat gradually came to his forehead, Yelufeng gritted his teeth and wondered what kind of monster it was, seeing that his sword was not from the same family, there were famous and authentic swordsmanship, and there were also bloody shadows from fighting on the battlefield. It's only thirty years, but the skill is so far!

Cracks finally appeared on the scabbard that he asked famous craftsmen to carefully cast. Yelufeng held the knife with both hands, and the pattern on the handle rubbed against his palm, causing a slight sting. Fu Tingya slashed with his sword again amidst the smell of blood. He was dressed in a long robe with wide sleeves like flying, and the snowy light flowed from the fringes woven with silver threads. The black scabbard finally cracked, and Mingyue hidden in the sheath The knife let out an unwilling buzz.

Then the light flashed, like the last persistence and pride of a swordsman's life.

Yelufeng fell heavily to the ground, his energy pouring down so that his bones shattered in an instant, the Mingyue Saber was shining brightly, and fell on the snow beside him, he looked up at the faint Qingyang in the mist, watched The long sword came slowly, and the young swordsman with an extremely cold and proud face thought——

At the age of 17, he walked the world with a knife and walked three thousand times, without any regrets.

Perseveringly, a dog is a human being, and a piece of tenderness is sad.

A piece of tenderness is sad.

Yelufeng died.

Fu Tingya thought as he looked at the bloody corpse with its broken meridians.

And did not rest in peace.

Fu Tingya put his sword back into its sheath, came to Yelufeng's body with a pale face, squatted down and closed his eyes for him, then he used his sword to push away the snow and mud, dug a shallow hole in the ground, and put Mingyue Buried in.

Yelufeng really didn't get Mingyue out of her sheath until she died, maybe what he said was true.

Fu Tingya pressed his chest to calm the surging blood, and suddenly turned his head to see a goshawk outside Duyun Peak, circling nine days, piercing the air.

So, what does it mean... to die?

"My lord, I've taken the medicine." Xiyun stuffed the small heater into the man's arms with one hand, and put the medicine cup on the table with the other, making a "click" sound, which was extremely crisp, and it also provoked Ye Shiyi who was frowning and thinking Turn to look at her.

"Why do you look bad?" Ye Shuyi piled up the documents scattered on the table and asked.

"You don't even look at what you look like now." Xi Yun held his breath and said, "It's scarier than a ghost."

After hearing her muttering, Ye Shouyi's eyes were gentle and helpless: "I will be transferred back to Beijing soon, but after working so hard for a few days, you..."

"Transferred back to Beijing!?" Xi Yun was surprised in front of the thin man in fox fur, the expression on his face changed several times, and finally there was a burst of resentment: "My lord!?"

"Maybe... I can go to Jiangnan to see."

Ye Shuyi muttered, stood up, his face flushed a little, he said: "Xiyun, go get ready, we are going home."

He had already handed over to the new Marshal who was transferred by the imperial court, and it would be useless for him to stay here any longer. Ye Shuyi imagined the crowed city walls and the dark sky at the border.

Even though I was a little sentimental, I knew that with my current physical condition, I really couldn't go back.

And there was another person who said that he would take him to hide in Jiangnan.

Three days ago, he got the news that Fu Tingya had won against Yelufeng and had returned to Beijing first.

He survived.

In the deep winter, all the colors of the imperial palace faded away, finally showing a bit of horror in the vermilion and gray. Fu Tingya walked in a hurry, but his brows were stretched, hard to hide his relaxation.

It was as if the dark clouds that had accumulated over the years had dissipated, and the sky was shining brightly.

He thought that he was even a little grateful for the life-and-death battle that made him see many things clearly. The pain that was biting his heart before was still there, and he finally figured out why.

I want to take someone to Jiangnan, and I want him to stop...

"Your Highness, the empress invites you to see me." A hoarse and gloomy voice sounded behind him, interrupting his thoughts, and he was caught off guard.

Fu Tingya stopped suddenly. He turned his head to look at the waiter who stood on the narrow corridor between the two palace walls, with his head down and couldn't see his expression clearly. His right eye twitched.

"It's not polite." Fu Tingya said.

"Your Highness, don't worry, His Majesty has agreed."

With beautiful brocades and incense, Luo Hongchen sat in the hall, carefully fiddling with her sapphire-blue armor inlaid with gold silk, she breathed lightly, and felt that this ornament was as beautiful as a sharp dagger.

"The younger brother sees the empress empress, the empress is a thousand years old."

"Ting Ya, you're here." Luo Hongchen stood up, "Get up quickly, there's no need to be polite."

Fu Tingya's pupils shrank sharply, for this title.

"Don't be nervous, I think you've heard of my name in Jianghu in the early years." Luo Hongchen smiled: "I just want to chat with you today."

Fallen in the world of mortals, number one in the art list, can be said to be famous in the world.

"I heard that His Majesty has allowed you... to go to the south of the Yangtze River?" Luo Hongchen asked casually, "With Ye Hou?"

"Actually, I also had some kind of friendship with Ye Hou in the early years." Luo Hongchen raised his eyes and smiled, his red lips were gorgeous, like a seductive demon: "I once borrowed "Chuanchang" from him. "

Fu Tingya raised his eyebrows: "This is a private matter between your empress and him, so don't tell me."

"If you say that, you probably don't know what the smell of "changing intestines" is? "

Luo Hongchen approached Fu Tingya, and suddenly leaned close to the other's ear, exhaling like blue: "Take people's heart, the soul of the hook, life and death, inevitable. The most insidious kind."

"Those who have been caught by this taste Gu will never be able to do without the caster for the rest of their lives." Luo Hongchen paused every word, his red lips parted and closed: "He still claims to be deeply affectionate and desperate, but he doesn't know that he is just being played by others." Between—like a puppet."

The fragrant mist was heavy, and the dimly lit hall was silent for a long time, when a person sneered suddenly.

"Ah……"

Fu Tingya sat quietly, with his back straight, his face extremely indifferent, and his tone remained unchanged: "Your Majesty called me here to tell me this?"

Luo Hongchen straightened up: "Do you believe it?"

"Leaving aside the fact that "stretching the intestines" is rare, he doesn't even bother to use such an extraordinary skill. "

"The old story between the former Ye Hou and the eldest princess is somewhat regrettable.

The "intestine" is a rare thing. Princess Anyang spent her whole life to obtain the taste, and passed it on to her son before she died. "

There was a bit of pity in Luo Hongchen's tone: "As for whether to use it or not, the word love will inevitably make people dizzy, let alone after experiencing the tragedy of their parents."

"If you still have doubts, why don't you take this medicine and try it." Luo Hongchen threw a prescription to him: "Although "Changchang" is rare, it is very famous. It can be checked, if you don't believe what I gave, go find it yourself. "

"The Palace is exhausted, the prince can go by himself."

"The younger brother will leave."

Seeing Fu Tingya's back going away, Luo Hongchen stood where he was, looking at the piece of prescription that fell on the ground, and curled his lips secretly.

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