Qingshu Wuji

Kukutmoor was a proud son of heaven when he was born.

As the only son of King Ruyang, he is blessed by nature, and he is destined to hold a large army in his hands and take charge of the military power of the Great Yuan Empire in the future.

He is 14 years old this year, and he is already a well-respected young man in the court.

He gave himself a Chinese name, Wang Baobao.

When the father heard his name, he was shocked, but he didn't say anything.

He knew that his father must have seen through his desire to be king, but so what?

He was originally a hereditary little prince, and he didn't want to be emperor.

On the contrary, his sister, after hearing that he had a Chinese name, also learned it well, and named him Zhao Min in Chinese.

Zhao is the surname of the Song Dynasty, it seems that his sister's ambition is not small.

But so what?

She is just a woman. Although the Mongols do not despise women, they have also absorbed the customs of the Han people over the years. Women have to stay at home and wait for men to come back.

Minmin envied him more than once for being able to work in the court.In fact, she didn't know that such a day was very boring.

Really boring.

Government affairs are boring, schoolwork is boring, and even women are boring.

His father had arranged a marriage for him a long time ago, and several concubines had been accommodated in the house, but women were just like that, and they were not even as interesting as the cold sword in his hand.

This sword, as cold as autumn water, is called the Yitian Sword.

The supreme martial arts, the sword slays the dragon.Order the world, do not dare to obey.Yitian does not go out, who will compete with you?

Who would have thought that such a legendary Yitian sword would lie quietly in his hands?As soon as Wang Baobao thought of this, he couldn't help smiling, and repeatedly played with the sword between his fingers.

Accidentally, the finger was scratched by the extremely sharp blade, and the bright red blood dripped quickly from the blade, which was so beautiful that it almost made his heart tremble.

Those who play with fire must die.

he knows.

However, even if the Yitian sword was so sharp that it would scratch him, he was not willing to let it go.

As long as you find the Dragon Slaying Knife again...

Wang Baobao was falling into reverie, when he suddenly felt someone intruding, he covered his hand holding the Yitian sword with lightning-like skill, restrained the vital point on his back, and put the horizontal sword on his neck.

The sharp blade that he had admired just now was so tightly attached to his neck.The pulsating blood felt the biting cold air on the blade, which made him feel a stimulation that he had never felt before.

This was the first time he felt that his life was in the hands of others, and the first time he realized that death was so close to him.A shudder ran from the soles of his feet along the spine of his back to the back of his head, which made him tremble so slightly that he couldn't speak for a moment.

This stimulating feeling made him be late for a moment before he could calmly judge the current situation.

The hand holding the hilt of his sword is very young, which shows that his martial arts are not very high.The palms of his hands were still sweating, which meant that the plan was not thorough at all, it was just a spur of the moment, and it was very likely that he came by himself. , He said that he wanted to save his junior brother, the child who was plundered by the deer stick guest in the afternoon.Hehe, it's no big deal, he just needs to wink at his subordinates to ensure that this person won't even be able to leave the gate of the manor.

Although he liked the near-death pleasure that this man gave him by surprise, he also knew that this feeling was dangerous, especially when his life was threatened.

Huh?Wait a minute, this person actually knows Black Jade Ointment?And also know the real black jade intermittent ointment?Could it be that there are traitors in his house?

Wang Baobao changed his mind, winking to tell his subordinates not to worry, and to do as he said, prepare two horses.And let the two elders Xuanming and the others secretly follow behind.

But this man is really interesting, after holding him on the horse, he didn't touch his acupoints, but kept the Yitian Sword a certain distance away from him, for fear that the bumping of the horse's back would accidentally injure him.He is obviously a person with extremely poor experience in the world, so what's the use of keeping him?

However, the heat coming from behind was surprisingly comfortable.He has never been so close to a man in his life, he never thought that although a man's body is not as soft as a woman's, it feels different.

Thinking about it this way, it passed the night.When it was dawn, the other party stopped and pulled him off the horse, and only then did he really see what his captor looked like.

Shengxue in white clothes, handsome eyebrows, delicate face like a character in a painting, there is still a childish look on his face, but there is a maturity different from his age flowing in his eyes.What kind of contradictory person is this?Wang Baobao looked at him appreciatively, but he still didn't give up the idea of ​​killing him by the two elders Xuanming who followed him.

Such a person should be the same age as he is, and he must be a serious worry in the future.How could he let him leave this place?

However, this man abandoned the Yitian sword in his hand like a shoe, and inserted the world-famous Yitian sword into the tree so casually, got on his horse and bid farewell.

"Relying on the sky and slaying dragons is a vulgar thing. Since the little prince is obsessed with it, why should I win people's love?"

At this time, the first ray of sunlight in the early morning shone into the forest from behind this man, and a faint light appeared around the outline of his body, making Wang Baobao squint his eyes involuntarily.

His back was as straight as a sword.

Wang Baobao suddenly gave up the idea of ​​killing him.

He seems to have found another Yitian sword.

The place on the finger that was cut by the Yitian sword still hurts faintly.

Those who play with fire must die, but he is very much looking forward to, this time, what kind of pain... or stimulation will this "Yi Tian Sword" bring him?

He has a name for this "Yi Tian Sword".

His name is Song Qingshu.

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Although Wang Baobao was looking forward to Song Qingshu, he did nothing for the next two years.

Because he knows that no matter any sword, it needs to be tempered thousands of times. Song Qingshu is still in its infancy, and it is still not a good sword that can show its sharpness.

It's just that he didn't expect that he would run into the other party by chance during his escape from being hunted down by Miejue Shitai.

I haven't seen him for two years, but this person has become more and more serious, and the indifferent expression on his face made him feel more and more itchy.

The only son of Wudang Song Daxia, the first disciple of Wudang's third generation, the future head of Wudang... If such a person is discredited, what kind of expression will appear on his face?

Wang Baobao wanted to know very much.

But the result disappointed him.

Only at the moment of being framed, Song Qingshu's face showed shock, but in an instant he was calm as usual, as if nothing like that had happened.Does he have the confidence to persuade that stubborn Miejue Shitai?

He was very unwilling.

It was the first time that Wang Baobao had this feeling of resentment in his heart. He had been able to fulfill his wishes in everything since he was a child, and this time he would never allow this person to maintain that calm expression all the time.

It's just that he didn't expect that just a kiss would make this person panic.

He was very happy.

Moreover, the feeling of that kiss was very good.

Could this be Song Qingshu's first kiss?

Thinking of this possibility, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.

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In the next two years, he did not receive any news about Song Qingshu.Did he actually hide in the ancient tomb?

Wang Baobao was very jealous, because he knew that the head of this generation of the Ancient Tomb Sect was a woman. Could it be that Song Shaoxia became the guest of the Ancient Tomb Sect?

No, he wants to lure him out of the tomb of the living dead.

While thinking, Wei Bi, who had just surrendered to his subordinate, knocked on the door and entered.Wang Baobao looked at him playfully while holding the wine glass.

This Wei Bi, as his name suggests, is handsome and handsome, and he also likes to wear white clothes.His back was straight, and only slightly bent when he saw him.

"My lord, I have rescued Zhang Wuji from Granny Jinhua according to your instructions. As expected, that kid has no doubts about me." Wei Bi said with a smile on his face.

"Come here a little bit." Wang Baobao said flatly, turning a deaf ear to his report.

Wei Bi was taken aback for a moment, but still took a step forward.

"Come here some more."

Wei Bi took another step forward in confusion. At this time, Wang Baobao suddenly grabbed the skirt of his clothes, forced his head down, and then...

Wang Baobao kissed him domineeringly and without any mercy, feeling that the other party's initial hesitation had passed, and he gave in to love him.

This turned him off.

If that person... if that person... definitely won't give in easily...

Wang Baobao let go of Wei Bi in boredom, and the latter's legs gave way, and he fell to the ground, raised his head and muttered with a dazed look: "My lord..."

Wang Baobao kicked him, wanting him to get out of here, but Wei Bi made a mistake and began to take off his clothes without saying a word.Wang Baobao narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking that he had never hugged a man before, so there should be nothing wrong with trying, after all, he didn't want to make him feel too uncomfortable when hugging Song Qingshu in the future.

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When Wang Baobao came out of the warm room, he was blown by the cold wind outside, and suddenly felt cold to the bone.

"My lord, is Song Shaoxia ready?" Wei Bi led two horses over, at this moment the shouts of killing could be clearly heard in the distance, and the Ming Cult's men and horses could attack here in a blink of an eye.

"No, this time, I won't take him with me." Wang Baobao said flatly.When he looked up, he found that Wei Bi was looking at him with concern, with a worried expression on his face.

Wang Baobao stretched out his hand to touch Wei Bi's handsome face, and said with a slight smile, "Wei Bi, it will be even more difficult if you go north, do you still want to go with me?"

Wei Bi smiled, nodded his head firmly and said, "Wherever the Lord goes, I will follow."

Wang Baobao smiled deeper, as if he only understood something at this moment.

"Let's go!" Wang Baobao got on his horse and ran towards the vast desert in the distance.

"My lord, where's your Yitian sword?" Wei Bi patted his horse and followed, asking curiously.

Wang Baobao was silent for a while, then sighed, "I lost it..."

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The supreme martial arts, the sword slays the dragon.Order the world, do not dare to obey.Yitian does not go out, who will compete with you?

After all, the Yitian Sword is unparalleled in sharpness, and only the Dragon Slaying Saber can match it...