The world is the only double in the world

What kind of face is hiding?

"Why are you wearing a mask?"

"Could it be that your face is shameful?"

"If you don't speak again, I will take off your mask!"

Talking to this iceberg was a waste of saliva, emotion, and time. Ye Feiyan just kept on doing it, and was about to take off his mask when he stopped him with two cold words.

"do not move!"

Ye Feiyan froze there, her heart pounding, because he was still a little panicked.

At that time, a man in a blue shirt came over, with a pure steel knife dazzling.

"Jueying, the Hierarch invites you."

Ye Feiyan turned around, Danfeng's eyes flickered with surprise, he suddenly remembered the man in the blue shirt in Aoshen Palace.

No wonder they feel familiar, Fengxing Wulei and Wu Ya's looks really have similarities.

Jueying got up, and the ghostly back made people shudder.

"Why didn't he resist?" Ye Feiyan leaned into Fengxing Wulei's ear and asked.Jueying is a dark seat that makes people in the martial arts fearful, and his lightness kungfu is even more unique. It is not difficult to escape without anyone noticing, but he is so quiet now, and his actions are indeed a bit strange.

"Being hit by Zhifengsan, do you think he is capable?" Fengxing Wulei said coldly to Ye Feiyan, and stopped talking to him.

Burning wind?

If he had known that Jueying was hit by Zhifengsan, he should have lifted his mask just now, and he couldn't resist!

Ye Feiyan snickered secretly in her heart, as expected of Yaoyue, using Zhifengsan to shackle an iceberg, you can imagine such a trick.

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In the Ziyun Pavilion, the snow-blue glazed tiles are shining with light.

Against the backdrop of the icy mask at dusk, it is cool and clear, the black shirt is dancing violently, and the breath of ghosts is palpitating.

Dozens of guards knelt on one knee, with solemn expressions, as if they were waiting for the arrival of the gods in their hearts. Only the man in black stood there quietly, making it unbearable to be obscene.

"Jueying, this is not the Proud God Palace, I hope you can show some respect!" Said Sikong Yan, the deputy head of the Flying Eagle Hall.

After a long silence, Jueying said coldly: "What is respect?"

Sikong Yan smiled darkly, pointing at the dozens of guards around Ziyun Pavilion: "Like them."

In the past, Jueying unabashedly killed Ling Long, the master of Feiying Hall in Fenghuang Villa, and Sikong Yan, the deputy master, had always held a grudge. was stranded.

Now, with the burning wind scattered in Jueying's body, it is also a great opportunity for Sikong Yan to calm down the resentment in his heart.

"Just kneeling, is it that difficult?" Sikong Yan sneered mockingly.

Cold and blunt words overflowed from thin lips: "I have no shadow, I only kneel down to the Lord of Ao Shen Palace."

"Since it has fallen into the hands of our leader, we cannot allow you to be rampant! Master of the secret door, don't toast or eat fine wine!"

Suddenly, eight iron chains shot out from around Ziyun Pavilion, wrapped around Jueying's feet and limbs respectively, forcibly holding his body down, vibrating the surrounding wisteria vines with murderous aura.

Jueying remained motionless and fearless.

Since he was hit by Zhifengsan, he shouldn't have internal strength.

Before Sikong Yan could react, Jueying's strand of white hair protruded from his black hair in an instant, flaunting in the wind, suppressing the fury in his heart.

"Jueying, I advise you not to condense the Qi of Hundred Bones, otherwise you will only hurt yourself!"

Jueying didn't care. He turned around and broke free from the eight iron chains. The iron chains fell to the ground crackling, splashing smoke and dust.

"Presumptuous! Come here, hold him down for me."

The ice mask is frigid and intimidating.

At this moment, Jueying suddenly turned around and knelt down to the east, pulled out a blue short sword from his back, turned his wrist, and pressed it against his heart.

"As the envoy of the palace lord, Jueying must not be a prisoner. Now he can only kill himself here, and ask the palace lord to forgive him!"

As soon as the words fell, the green short sword like autumn water pierced towards the heart.

"Stop—" Ye Feiyan shouted in panic.

At the same time, a voluptuous purple halo flew instantly, knocking down the dagger.

Ye Feiyan let out a long breath, and suddenly thought something was wrong.

Why?Why am I nervous about that iceberg?

Seeing the handsome and enchanting figure in the pavilion, the guards knelt down and said in unison: "Master—"

The white robe made a loud noise, and a lazy but powerful voice sounded: "Sikong Yan, how many times have I told you that there is no need to mention Ling Long's matter again, so why are you so obsessed with it?"

"Master, this subordinate is just..." Sikong Yan bit his lips, and said half aloud: "I'm not reconciled."

"Unreconciled?" Nongyue came out of the gazebo, looked down at Sikong Yan who was kneeling respectfully, with faint purple eyes: "This seat reminds you, you will pay the price for your unwillingness."

The voice is as calm as a clear spring flowing from a mountain stream, but there is no sympathy in it.

Sikong Yan finally dared to ask: "The leader thinks that his subordinates cannot defeat Jueying?"

Nongyue Xiemei chuckled, and calmly said, "Of course."

At that time, before Jueying could react, a beam of white light that no one expected shot out from Nongyue's palm, splitting his mask.

Everyone was shocked.

Ye Feiyan's eyes widened.

What kind of face is that?

Maybe he didn't have the beauty of Helian Guxue, he didn't have the enchantment of Nongyue, and maybe he wouldn't turn all living beings like them, but the beauty of Qingjun was unforgettable for everyone.

But what surprised everyone even more was the pair of eyes.

The left eye is as black as the night, but the right eye is as blue as the sea.

So strange, so, eye-catching.

"Don't look into his eyes." The lazy and feminine voice sounded again, as if to remind something intentionally.

Those ghostly pupils dazzled almost everyone except Nong Yue.

"I say it again, don't look into his eyes!"

The guards finally looked away. For some reason, when they saw the strange color of those pupils, they were cursed, unable to move, irresistible, and imprisoned alive.

Is that why he wears a mask?I am afraid that anyone who sees it will fall into the strange colors.

Jueying doesn't look at anyone, because his eyes are a taboo in his life.

Cursed taboo.

That's right, he came to this world with cursed resentment and contemptuous eyes.

"Everyone back off."

Everyone retreated one after another, but Ye Feiyan was still unable to extricate herself from that strange gaze.

Nongyue walked up to Jueying, smiled evilly, but did not hide his pupils at all: "I just want to ask the secret door master one thing."

Jueying lowered his eyes, but remained silent.

Nongyue held a silver needle between her fingers, and the cold white light flashed across Jueying's eyebrows.

"Do you know?"

Frowning her cold brows, Jueying suddenly raised her head, her strange eyes were even more dazzling.

Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle...

"Is it strange?" Nong Yue stared closely at Jue Ying's expression, her purple eyes narrowed slightly: "The unique hidden weapon of the Tang Sect in Sichuan was destroyed five years ago, yet someone is still using it today."

"Impossible!" Jue Ying resolutely vetoed it.

Nong Yue's expression remained unchanged, her slender phoenix eyes were full of evil charm: "I want to tell you that out of the 790 corpses of the Tang Sect in central Sichuan, I only found nine of them."

Nongyue smiled deeply, stating a dusty past.

"More than ten years ago, Tang Ao, the ancestor of the Tang Sect, had three disciples who were closed to the sect. One of them was the best at using cold hidden weapons, and he was well appreciated. Later, Tang Ao taught him the configuration method of the Tang Sect's ancestral hidden weapon, the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle."

"Later, that disciple fell in love with a boy... a cursed boy with strange eyes."

Jueying was shaken all over and almost lost his footing. He closed his eyes slightly and his hands trembled.

"He violated a taboo and was cast aside by righteous people. According to the Tang Sect's regulations, he must be tortured and sealed his body with silver needles in front of the people of the world."

"But Tang Ao didn't give up after all. He let that disciple go secretly, and found another person to cover up his dead body and hide it from the world. He was expelled from the martial arts, and no one would mention it."

"However, not long after, another name that made people in the martial arts fearful appeared."

Nong Yue's eyes were cold: "The second envoy of the Great Dark River Palace, Mei Yu, is good at poison weapons, especially the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle. From then on, he began to crazily take revenge on the righteous way of martial arts, but no one thought that he was the great disciple of the Tang Sect. "

"He's dead!" Jueying bit her lip, her cold voice trembling slightly: "I buried him with my own hands."

Don't mention Mei Yu anymore, he is dead, he is really dead, there is no way he is still alive, absolutely impossible!

"Magic pupil!"

Nongyue's domineering and stern voice sounded, shocking Ye Feiyan who was standing aside.

Magic pupil? !Great Dark River Palace! ?

Ye Feiyan froze: "Master, you, you just said that he, he is..."

The corners of Nong Yue's lips hooked lightly: "Great Dark River Palace, number one envoy!"

Ye Feiyan was stunned for a while, then looked at the man in black in disbelief.

Jueying turned out to be Meitong!

The World's Only Double [Volume 075] Chapter [-] Who is the magic pupil?

章节字数：2942更新时间：10-05-0918:25

15 years ago, it was spread all over the world - "the three tyrants in the world, and the dark river of ghosts."

The Great Underworld Palace, the most mysterious cult organization that dominated the martial arts 15 years ago.

At that time, when the overlords of the world, He Liantian and Nangonglie, were in the end, they once swept the world, but unfortunately, they were wiped out by Situ Ba, the leader of the Heaven and Earth Alliance, and they have been silent ever since.

Under the command of the King of the Great Dark River Palace, the most famous one is the "Five Sons of God".

Among pupil, rain, water, fire, and sound, Meiyu, Meishui, Meihuo, and Meiyin all make people in the martial arts frightened, but Meitong exists like a ghost. As the head of the five gods, she is mysterious. Like a nightmare.

Back then in the Great Underworld Palace, Meitong was only a teenager, but he was the most favored confidant of the Underworld Sect King. No one had ever seen his true face, but no one could change his face because of the word "Meitong".

Because Meitong's eyes are the most terrifying murder weapon.

Some people say that the eyes of Mei Tong are the "evil eyes" cursed by Huang Quan. Anyone who has seen those eyes will be cursed for a lifetime.

However, on the night when the Great Underworld Palace was destroyed, Meitong was buried in the sea of ​​flames. Rumors said that Meitong's eyes had been gouged out and her body had been turned into ashes.

That night, the other four of the Five God Sons disappeared, and no one has heard of them since.

Later, with the rise of the Sun Moon Sect and the Proud God Palace, another saying began to spread - "There are two demons in the world, and there is no river for ghosts in the earth."

Because Nongyue and Helian Guxue are enough to be the second big dark river, and the dark river back then has become a memory.

Nongyue stared at Jueying's pupils, her purple eyes flickering: "Jueying, look at me!"

Jueying didn't raise her eyes, trying to calm down her fluctuating mood, her brows were cold: "Aren't you afraid of being cursed?"

"Heh..." Nongyue raised Jueying's chin, forcing him to look up at her, and smiled ironically: "I don't believe in heaven and earth, Buddhas and ghosts, how can I believe in ridiculous curses!?"

Looking at those enchanting purple eyes, Jueying couldn't help being dumbfounded.

What the purple eyes carry is the light that looks down on the world, overlooking all living beings, but it is profound without leaving a trace of the world, independent of the world, but looking down proudly.

He seemed born to be the king who ruled the world, the overlord who ruled over everything.Floating and independent, dazzling and scorching, parallel to the sky, a legend that will never be surpassed.

Jueying deeply remembers that a young man in red walked up to him and said the same sentence——

I don't believe in ghosts and gods, let alone ridiculous curse words!

The red eyes are the same as the purple eyes, domineering and decisive, lingering and defiant.

"Has your palace lord ever cared about it?" Nongyue said lightly, "I think, if your palace lord cared about cursing, he wouldn't have kept you by my side for so many years to help you hide your identity and avoid murderous murders." ,Yes or no?"

Nongyue stared at him: "What's more, how can such beautiful eyes be a curse?"

Jueying's eyes bloomed with a more dazzling streamer, which was as dark as an ink night and as deep as a vast sea.

This sentence...so familiar...as if yesterday.

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A round of lonely moon, the sound of a flute is cold, blown away by a long wind all night.

When I heard the bright moon leaning on the railing, I never forgot the melancholy sound of the flute in the lonely forest.

Under the bright moonlight, the seriously injured Meitong hid behind a peach blossom tree, dying.

The sound of the flute that night fluttered in the wind and also in Meitong's heart.

The white mist is misty, the rain is falling slightly, a touch of demon red is looming in the mist, and the white flute with jade fingers is lingering in the wind, scattered and lonely, like fire or ice.

Everything is so holy, not stained with a trace of worldly filth.

Meitong's body moved the vine grass, breaking the dark night, but in exchange for a pair of crimson charming eyes.

The moment those fiery red eyes looked directly at him, Mei Tong instinctively hid his evil eyes.

Everything disappeared with the fire, there is no past, no future, only despair and indifference to the world.

"You are hurt?"

The young man in red squatted in front of him, looking at him without hesitation, his voice was cold and emotionless.

"Don't look at me!" Meitong closed her eyes, "You will be cursed."

He struggled to escape, but was restrained by a ruthless force.

"Curse?" The red-clothed boy sneered mockingly: "Do you have the ability to curse me?"

"Open your eyes!" The young man who was younger than Meitong was domineering, evil and cold.

The domineering voice is irresistible.

He raised his eyes to meet those crimson eyes, and was about to lower his head to avoid it, but was stopped by a cold hand again.

The young man in red stroked his eyes and raised a beautiful smile: "Your eyes are the color of the intersection of night and morning light. They are the most touching in the world, and no one can compare to them."

Meitong, who grew up amid vicious and cursing sounds, heard the most beautiful voice in the world for the first time after experiencing life and death.

Like the voice of redeeming the soul, it is extremely beautiful.

"Come with me, I can protect you."

The fiery red hair drooped down, like a picture that would never fade away, deeply imprinted in Meitong's heart.

"From now on, I am your master."

"But you have to remember, in this life, you must not betray me, Helian Guxue!"

No rebuttal, no rejection, from then on, he regarded him as a god.

Meitong will always remember that night, when his life was in despair, a young man in red came to him like a god and gave him a new life.

He resolutely followed the young man in red and dedicated his whole life. From then on, Meitong was dead, and Jueying was the only one alive.

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"I want you to tell the truth, is Mei Yu really dead?"

"Yes."

The deep purple eyes seemed to swallow Jueying's eyes, with a faint coldness.

Suddenly, a cold voice resounded through Ziyun Pavilion.

"Sun Moon Hierarch, it's inconvenient for people from my Proud God Palace to be your guests. I wonder if you can release them if you play with the moon?"

At that time, a bewitching red shadow stood quietly in the sun, its noble appearance seemed like a burning fire, which made people dazzled and fascinated.

"Palace master?" Jueying was surprised, he didn't expect that the icy master would go to Sun Moon Sect just for him.

"Yo, Palace Master Helian really cares about his subordinates, so he came so soon." Nong Yue smiled charmingly.

Ye Feiyan seemed to be standing behind Nong Yue reflexively, he didn't want to look at this scorpion beauty again, so as not to recoil.

"To each other, didn't you get that damned swallow out too?"

Ye Feiyan cursed: Grandma, you deserve to die, you poisonous beauty.

"Palace Master Helian, I didn't do anything to your subordinates, but you..." Nong Yue pulled Ye Feiyan out from behind, ran her slender fingers across his face, and sighed: "Look Look, what kind of torture has the people in this seat become? They have lost a lot of weight."

Ye Feiyan felt Nongyue's touch, and when she heard the gentle words, she burst into tears. She was so moved that she really wanted to hug Nongyue fiercely and cry bitterly, expressing her grievances.

"Really?" Gu Xue grabbed Jueying's wrist fiercely, her red eyes narrowed slightly, and she spat out after a while: "The antidote."

The corners of Nong Yue's lips twitched lightly: "After an hour, the poison will be cured by itself."

The white jade flute in Gu Xue's hand lifted Nong Yue's chin, her eyes were as cold as snow: "Don't inquire about Jue Ying anymore."

The kit bag at the end of the white jade flute fluttered in the wind, as if deliberately seeping into the purple eyes, permeating provocation and warning.

Nongyue lowered his eyes, and his smile became even more evil. He raised the kit hanging on the end of the flute and raised his eyebrows: "You don't want to inquire about Yu Qingran either!"

The purple eyes and the red eyes bloomed with charming streamers, and the deep ones seemed to want to inhale and engulf the other party invisible.

Seeing the expressions of the two of them, Ye Feiyan always felt that something was wrong.

sworn enemy?not like.spouse?

Bah - Ye Feiyan herself despises this kind of thinking.

If these two demons fall in love with each other, everyone in the world will definitely hit a wall!

A black shadow flashed by, Xinghun knelt down on one knee, and handed a letter to Nongyue, breaking the weird atmosphere.

Nongyue glanced at the content on the letter paper, and the evil smile appeared again. He leaned close to Helian Guxue's ear, and rang like a morning warbler's voice: "See you in Liuye City."

The World's Only Twins 【Volume 076】Chapter [-] A Song of Misunderstandings

章节字数：2695更新时间：10-05-0422:19

The majestic distant mountains stretch thousands of miles away, the palaces with mist all the year round, and the snow palaces that have not melted for thousands of years.

There was a faint mist in the air, Jueying looked at the alluring fiery red back, and was speechless for a while.

"You have used the Qi of Hundred Bones, and your internal strength has been damaged, so let's go to recuperate first."

The tone is still cold and inviting, but in Jueying's heart, it seems to be as warm as a spring breeze.

"Palace Master." Jueying raised his head, looked deeply at the lonely figure surrounded by mist, and felt a slight pain in his heart.

"What's up?"

"Why did the Palace Master save me back then?"

This sentence has been accumulated in Jueying's mind for many years, but he can't always ask it.

Helian Guxue treats Jueying differently from the other three sect masters.Since Jueying entered the Aoshen Palace, Helian Guxue not only taught him the unique martial arts "Shadow Palm" personally, but also entrusted him with all the affairs of the secret door.

In Jueying's memory, Helian Guxue is always expressionless, cold as ice, almost devoid of any human emotions.He seems to be an isolated fairy who can only be seen from a distance but cannot be touched. People say that he is bloodthirsty and heartless, that he is cold-blooded and ruthless, and that he poisons the world, just because they cannot see through those eyes and snow-covered eyes. Rock solid heart.

You can't even see through...

Doesn't Helian Guxue know that he is the charming pupil that everyone despises?Doesn't he know that Meitong is a cursed boy, the number one envoy of the Great Dark River cult?Why would he have no scruples to take in the charm pupil that countless people cast aside?Why did he never ask about his past, his life experience, everything about him?

……

Guxue turned and left, and a cold voice blew past Jueying's ears: "I'm happy."

The smoke faded the red shadow, and the sky was peaceful and harmonious.

Jueying lowered his eyes, his snow-white hair fell down from the ice sculpture mask, and the light gradually dimmed. He bit his lips, tried to purify his mind, and reminded himself repeatedly:

Meiyu is dead, Meitong is dead, he is Jueying, the secret shadow of Ao Shen Palace, the one who will always be loyal to Helian Guxue...

Never betray the proud palace, never betray the god in his heart.

In fact, Helian Guxue also felt that her thoughts were absurd.

When he saw the downcast Meitong, he seemed to see his former self.

Sad eyes, without a trace of life.

It was the despair of life, the hatred of the world, the kind of cruelty and self-exile to oneself, just like him once, an outcast who couldn't find the light in the dark, longing for redemption.

The rule of the world will never change is that the weak prey on the strong. Whoever has the ability can make others submit to you.

The indifferent world has no sympathy for the weak, so, if Helian Guxue wants to become stronger, if he wants to survive, someone must die.

In Helian Guxue's world, there has never been a weak person.One is to submit to him, and the other is to die, this is his rule.

He wanted to save Mei Tong from self-abandonment, as if he was also saving the ridiculously ignorant self.

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"Palace Master."

At that time, Wu Ya handed a letter to Helian Guxue, and said respectfully, "This is a wedding invitation sent by Xiao Ye, the lord of Liuye City."

"Who's getting married?" Gu Xue frowned, glanced at the content on the letter, and a bewitching light flashed across her red eyes.

"It's Mu Yunqing, the owner of Feiyun Building, and Xiao Jingyan, the princess of Liuye City." Wuya paused, and continued: "Just now there was news that the dowry gift that young master Xiao Ye gave to Xiao Jingyan was that piece of magic water cold biscuit." !"

"Phantom Water Cold!?" Helian Guxue was startled!

Xiao Ye actually took Huan Shuihan as a dowry!

Everyone in the world knows that whoever gets the world's most precious "Four Spiritual Maps" is the only one who is the only one!And the magic water cold jade is the only key to open the Xuangu Diling, which is inseparable from the "Four Spirits Picture" reappearing the holy light.

Back then, Xiao Feng, the city lord of Liuye City, made a contract with Situ Ba. The "Four Spirit Maps" would be kept by the Tiandimeng, and the only key to the Xuangu Di Mausoleum would be enshrined in Liuye City in exchange for the stability of the martial arts world.

In the eyes of the people in the world, the marriage between Liuye City and Feiyun Tower is undoubtedly not to strengthen the righteous forces of martial arts and fight against cults, but in Helian Guxue's eyes, it is not the case at all.

Because Feiyunlou and Sun Moon Sect are clearly related to each other, on the surface it was Mu Yunqing who got the Huan Shuihan, but in fact it was clearly the one who got the key to the Xuangu Diling...

It's that bastard again!Gu Xue frowned, her red eyes were cold.

Sweeping the wind and clouds behind his back has always been that guy's forte, maybe this inexplicable marriage was planned by that demon fox.

Want to have a fantasy water cold?Helian Guxue raised a sly smile - I must let you taste the taste of failure this time, and let you know that not everything is under your control!

"Wu Ya, tell Die Che to prepare. Three days later, we will leave for Liuye City."

Wu Ya retreated respectfully, and there was another silence in the room.

"Xiaofeng, how is the investigation going?"

"Palace Master, my subordinates rushed to Pharmacist Valley overnight and found..."

"Did someone beat you a step?"

Xi Feng was startled, because when he arrived at Medicine Master's Valley, it was already desolate and there was no one inhabited at all.

Gu Xue lowered her eyes slightly, thoughtful.

It seems that Nongyue wants to destroy the ruins, what exactly is he trying to hide?

But Helian Guxue was sure that Nongyue and Yu Qingran must have a deep relationship, otherwise he wouldn't care so much about that woman's jade bones.

"Palace Master, this subordinate found this thing in Pharmacist Valley." Xi Feng took out a dark brown wooden pipe from his bosom.

Guxue looked at it carefully. The structure of this instrument is more complex than that of Di Xiao. The body of the instrument is made of horn, decorated with silver carvings. The bright yellow tassel tied at the end of the instrument has faded its color through the erosion of time.

"Does the Palace Master know what this is?"

"This is a harp." Guxue stroked the dimly colored bamboo tube, and her red eyes were rippling. song."

"And the 筚篥 is the most desolate."

Guxue waved his hand, signaling the wind to recede, he quietly walked to the window of the pavilion, a ray of sunlight shone in, leaving little marks on the scorpion, rustling and mottled.

This harp, he suddenly felt so familiar...

The chilling cicadas were mournful and mournful, like a thousand-year-old dream.

Lovesickness weeps, entanglements are difficult to unravel, and the charming and deep tune flies out from a young man's fingertips, dancing in the wind with his enchanting purple hair.

Those who heard it from neighbors sighed a lot, and those from afar were weeping when they were homesick.

The young man in red hugged his knees and listened to the song "Gold Thread Clothes", fascinated and intoxicated, and the song was as mournful as the moon.

The tears of the evil boy were blown dry by the breeze, a lingering night like frost, and a waning moon.

A song to find a bosom friend, a song to tell your heartfelt love, and a song to say goodbye.

The red eyes are calm and unwavering, and the tune of "Golden Thread Clothes" is always echoing in her mind. Gu Xue raised her eyes from her hazy memory, and she couldn't help but murmur: "Mr. Past and present are the same taboo, what is the point of asking about life experience, just sneer and leave it alone..."

At this moment, in the Blood Maple Forest, in front of the solitary mound, an evil man caressed/touched a harp, his purple eyes were like water, and whispered softly:

"...Think about it, and regret it from the beginning. One day, the heart expects a thousand kalpas, and the fate of the future, fear of knotting in another life, but the promise is heavy, you must remember."

Nongyue buried the jade bone in the kit next to the solitary tomb, as if she was also burying a lost memory, a woman's final destination.

The scorpion was smashed to pieces and turned into dust in front of the solitary mound.

The blood maple fluttered, the white robe danced violently in the wind, and the purple hair fluttered alluringly, leaving the lonely tomb with the last ethereal back.

The World's Only Double [Volume 077] Chapter [-] Young Master Xiao Ye

章节字数：2388更新时间：10-05-0609:48

The sound of the painting building is broken, and the south bank of the Fangcao River.

The smoky waves are misty, the spring breeze is passing, peaches, plums and apricots are flying, and the ancient willows and springs in the river are all the same color. It is actually a fairyland on earth.

Fanrao Liuye City is located in the south of Jinling. Wangyan City is full of feasting and feasting lights, but it is surrounded by elegant green smoke from the south of the Yangtze River. Countless painted boats are even more secluded, and the green and cold smoke outlines a picture of smoke and water like a dream.

Looking at the martial arts world, Liuye City is the most special, that is, it does not condescend to the underworld, nor does it belong to the middle forces.

He is not like Nongyue and Helian Guxue, he likes to disturb the martial arts world, he is not as good as Situ Kongcheng, and he is not like Mu Yunqing, who is carefree and unrestrained, he, Xiao Ye, is an out-and-out handsome young man.

Therefore, the world likes to call him: "Young Master Xiao Ye".

However, it was just such a young master who stood out in the eight life-threatening battles at the martial arts grand meeting that year with only a condensing light sword, a move of empty mountains and shadows, and casually swaying his sleeves like rain. Surprised, countless people deeply admired.

As long as there is young master Xiao Ye, Liuye City will be an iron mountain that no one can invade.

Indifferent flower branches, crystal wind lotus, and a song of drunken thoughts reverberates in the pavilion.

Pavilion name: Yi Xiaoyue.

In the pavilion, there is a young man in Tsing Yi, with clear eyebrows, like stars and moonlight, light brown eyes as soft as water, his black hair is tied up by a white jade crown, and his face is as elegant as jade. He stands facing the wind, his elegant figure seems to be Merging with the breeze, floating jade drunk.

Nian Yunxuan has a dream, looking back at the spring sky.Cai Feng is far away, Yu Xiao is cold.

The young man in Tsing Yi raised his light brown eyes, curled his lips and said in a low voice: "Sigh that the world of mortals has buried jade for a long time, and weep in the east wind with heartbroken tears."

Tsing Yi dancing, also like Bixiu cold orchid, empty valley is quiet, lonely and self-admiring.

The son Xiao Ye, the gentleman Xiao Ye, is like a cold orchid, independent, but he will never forget that touch of moon night flute in his life.

"My lord." The servant boy said respectfully, "The wedding invitation has been sent out, the host Mu will arrive today, and the young leader will probably be chosen two days later."

"Where's Jing Yan?"

"Miss disappeared early this morning, saying she was going to a temple fair."

Lihua brushed her Tsing Yi, Xiao Ye opened her lips lightly: "Let me ask you, who is the most intimidating figure in the martial arts world?"

The servant boy was startled, and carefully replied: "The leader of the Heaven and Earth Alliance, the leader of the Young Alliance, the owner of Feiyun Tower, the owner of Phoenix Villa..."

The boy's voice became softer and softer, but he still couldn't help asking: "My lord, the Sun Moon Sect and Aoshen Palace are both top-ranking demon sects in the martial arts world. Why did you invite the head of the demon sect to the banquet?"

Xiao Ye looked into the distance, but did not answer.

In today's grand martial arts festival, even if you invite all the people in the world, there are two people who will never be invited.

One is because of lack of ability, and the other is because no one has the guts.

Therefore, those two people often came uninvited, but the tragic trauma they brought to the event can be seen from Han Shaoqing of Phoenix Villa.

Those three astonishing congratulatory gifts still linger in people's hearts, but what people don't understand is that Helian Guxue just took away Han Lingshu very "politely" in Fenghuang Villa, neither killing nor destroying the village. I don't know why Han Shaoqing has been ill ever since that banquet.

So in the eyes of the people in the world, even if those two people didn't do anything, they still couldn't be invited.

Nongyue likes to play dirty tricks, so why not Helian Guxue?However, the young master Xiao Ye did not shy away from the eyes of the world, and both hosted two big figures that the world would never dare to mention, which is puzzling.

At that time, a breeze blew past, and Xiao Ye waved his hand to signal the little boy to back off. He stared at him and smiled lightly, a ripple appeared in his heart.

Is he here?

The sound of a flute breaks the melancholy, tactful and sad, and the sound of the flute is also a dream, like a mirror, flowers, mist and rain shining on the water, the wind and the moon are passionate.

Xiao Ye still remembered that in the Jinghuatai that year, an evil man was floating and independent, playing the flute in the cold, non-stop all night.

The misty rain wetted his enchanting purple hair and eyelashes. In the city of misty rain, the bewitching man looks like a banished fairy in an ink painting, dancing in white robes, exquisite and charming.

That night, Xiao Ye looked at the hazy figure quietly, and suddenly felt that it was not too much to describe him with all the beautiful words in the world.

Not to mention linking titles such as Holy Hand Poison Immortal and Peerless Demon with that phantom.

In the smoky mist, the deep purple pupils are picturesque and enchanting, and their clear reflections are in Xiao Ye's eyes.

It's just that moment, like a brand, deeply penetrated into the soul.

"The moon flirts with the wind and the moon." That was the first sentence the evil man said to the young master Xiao Ye.

Bamboo flute doesn't know, the exiled immortal holding it wants to hold the whole world.

Xiao Ye didn't know that the people staring at him wanted to destroy and conquer him.

By the waterside of Mirror Flower, the man of peerless elegance blends with heaven and earth so perfectly, peerless and proud.

The glimpse may be deliberately arranged, or it may be just a game, but the indifferent young master Xiao Ye never walked out of that glance.

The rain fell slightly, and the sound of Xiao Ye that night changed Xiao Ye's endless waiting and longing.

"Is this seat very punctual?" A faint voice came from the pear blossom rain.

Xiao Ye raised his eyes from his chaotic thoughts, and saw under a pear tree, an ethereal purple shadow looming in the wind like a hallucination.

The surrounding air seemed to be frozen.

The long wind dance robe is flying fiercely, the enchanting purple hair is swaying in the wind, and the man hangs a bamboo flute around his waist.

The evil man turned around, his purple eyes were clear and clear, permeated with a faint evil spirit.

"City Master Xiao, I haven't seen you in five years, are you here all right?"

There was a smile on the corner of Xiao Ye's lips, but there was a touch of bitterness, how do you know I'm fine?Endless torment, is it safe?

Nong Yue chuckled lightly, her long and narrow eyes frightening people under the sunlight.

"Master Xiao, do you remember what I once told you?"

Xiao Ye lowered his eyes, and there was a flash of light that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

He remembered that night, on the Jinghuatai, the evil man said the last words in his ear:

"When we meet again, you will no longer be the young master Xiao Ye, but Xiao Ye who belongs to me/Sun and Moon."

Xiao Ye looked at Ziying who was gradually leaving, with a self-deprecating smile on his lips.

That's moon crouching... in the world of conquest and plunder, moon crouching will never fail.

He knew early on that an encounter was no coincidence.

He knew it was a deal.

He knew earlier that he was doomed to be defeated by this person in his life.

He knew earlier that there is no cure for love without results.

However, even if it is a love that will never get an answer, it will not be able to turn itself back after all.

The moment he met him, Young Master Xiao Ye couldn't look back.

Therefore, the young master Xiao Ye decided to exchange his lifelong obedience for today's meeting.

The World's Only Twins [Volume 078] Chapter [-] Flute and Xiao Crazy Night

章节字数：3087更新时间：10-05-0819:21

The Su Causeway of West Lake starts from Huagang Watching Fish in the south and connects Quyuan Fenghe in the north.

There is a vast expanse of blue waves, and on the broken bridge at the beginning of the Baidi, there is a little bit of residual snow.By the bridge, peaches and willows are surrounded by each other, the moonlit night is cold, the lights are bright, and the peach blossoms rain and the pistils are left.

Today is just in time for the temple fair, and there are many people on the broken bridge, which is very lively