It was cold back then

Looking up, there was a commotion all around, only the two people standing side by side on the city wall seemed a bit out of place and deserted.

Qisang looked at the figure below without saying a word.

Her white hair was slightly disheveled, her face was icy cold, and her snow-white gauze skirt was soaked in blood, so it was no longer as clean as it used to be.

The appearance that has never been seen before makes people feel strange.

The wind suddenly picked up, and she felt cold all over her body, and she shivered violently.

A little warmth came from her shoulders, and Qisang vigorously waved that hand away without turning her head.

She took a few steps back and looked at the person in front of her coldly.

"Is it fun?"

Meng Qing was silent for a moment, then sighed: "I told you very clearly in the carriage earlier, I will not go back on what I promised you."

Qi Sang sneered: "Now that things are going on, you still want to act?"

Her eyes were like a deep pool of water, and her expression was unclear. Meng Qing said: "If I say that what happened tonight is not what I wanted, would you believe it?"

Qi Sang clenched her fists, with a sarcasm on her face: "What do you think?"

Meng Qing said: "I didn't know that someone was ambushing her."

Qi Sang looked at her in disgust: "You are the master of the Seven Stars Pavilion. If it wasn't for you, those Seven Stars disciples would have acted without your permission? They would have rushed to Zijin Pass to surround Yue Chuhan without your consent? In your eyes, am I really You're so stupid that you don't have any opinion at all?"

After finishing speaking, she sneered again, "Didn't you, Meng Qing, always know everything? Not to mention the world of martial arts, your own Seven Star Pavilion, there are things you don't know about yourself? It's ridiculous."

Facing the questioning, Meng Qing was speechless.

After a long time, she said softly: "Seven Star Pavilion, I am not the only one who has the final say."

Qi Sang seemed to have heard some extremely funny joke: "Aside from you, who else can make them obey?"

"Yes," Meng Qing said, "there is another person who can order Qixing Pavilion up and down without my control."

"Who?"

"I can't tell you yet."

With the expected answer, Qi Sang said bitterly: "Stop pretending, there is no such person."

Meng Qing's expression darkened, and he said in a low voice: "You will know some things in the future, but I can't tell you the truth until I have realized what I want. Later, I will explain everything to you in the future. ,real."

"There's no need for that," Qi Sang said coldly, "The two factions are fighting each other, Yue Chuhan attacked Zijin Pass, it's reasonable for you as the master of a pavilion to respond, no one would be so stupid as to cede their own territory for nothing , I understand all these reasons.”

She looked at Meng Qing fixedly, her voice was unprecedentedly disgusted: "If you fight against her openly, I will never care about personal affairs, but you deliberately deceived me, why did you give up Zijin Pass to Yue Chuhan , you won’t go back on what you promised me, it’s all a joke! You can deal with her any way you want, it’s a matter between you two big shots, but why do you insist on lying to me? What do you think of me!”

Meng Qing couldn't help herself and said: "This time, I really didn't lie to you." She reached out to embrace Qi Sang, with rare desire in her eyes, "Sang'er, trust me."

Qi Sang struggled, and said coldly, "Don't touch me! Don't call me that again!"

Pushing her hard with both hands, Meng Qing swayed, couldn't stand steadily, and retreated to the wall again and again.

In the moonlight, her complexion became even worse.

Seeing the pain on this person's face clearly, Qisang didn't feel any disturbance in her heart, she mocked: "Stop pretending to be dying like this, I see that you still have doubts about whether your serious injury is real, now I think about it." Thinking, your Master Meng's martial arts are world-class, but you just ran from Duguan to Liuyunguan. What's the difference from playing around, I'm afraid that you were injured like this on purpose, and you want everyone to know that you, Meng Qing, have suffered Injured, I thought I could take advantage of your serious injury to send troops to attack the city, but when you really want to fight, your true energy should be stronger than anyone else."

Trying his best to suppress the fishy sweetness in his throat, the blood in his chest was surging, and his internal organs were aching. Meng Qing calmed down, straightened up and looked at her: "I will prove it to you."

"I will let you go, and I will also let Zijin pass out."

"I will never lie to you again."

Qi Sang had a serious face, and didn't even look at her: "Even if you really did this, I wouldn't be grateful to you. You gave up Zijin Pass for no reason. You must have other conspiracy in the future. Anyway, I will I will never believe a word of your mouth again."

A trace of grief flashed in her eyes, Meng Qing stared at her: "Sang'er..."

"Stop calling me by my name!" Qi Sang gritted her teeth, "I don't deserve it!"

Her face became haggard for a moment, and Meng Qing looked at her, unable to utter a sound.

On the other side, the troops gathered quickly, and the archers on the top of the mountain bent down and flew down one after another, landing on the wall behind disciple Biyun, pointing cold arrows at Lan Xin and the others.

Wu Yulong looked at Meng Qing from afar, and nodded slightly: "Pavilion Master Meng, we're going to fight when we first meet, I'm offended."

With ups and downs in his heart, Meng Qing tried his best to calm down, and chuckled lightly when he heard this: "There is nothing to be afraid of the nameless faction."

Wu Yulong said with a smile: "The nameless faction can often catch people by surprise. Pavilion Master Meng should not underestimate the enemy."

After he finished speaking, he raised his arm and waved, and saw the disciple of Xueyu shooting out the sharp arrows without hesitation, another dense rain of arrows erupted in midair, hitting the disciple of Seven Stars directly.

Lan Xin snorted coldly, and drew out her long sword decisively. The disciples behind her were also not to be outdone, and rushed towards the city while raising their swords to resist.

In the second battle, with the assistance of Xueyu Sanqianzong, the morale of Biyun's disciples was obviously boosted, bathed in the cold arrow rain, they charged head-on and fought again.

Pei Lu and Liu Shushu also followed closely to participate, while Wu Yulong flew to the side of Xueyu disciples.

The black iron bow and arrow had a cold light, and it was much larger than the bows and arrows of other disciples. It was very heavy, but it was like a light feather in his hand, and he pulled the bowstring effortlessly. The expression on his face was divided into Plainly, with the tip of the arrow as the aiming target, through the fighting crowd below, he aimed straight at the figure in red on the opposite side.

Sensing the killing intent coming from there, Meng Qing raised her eyes and her eyes fell on the man's face.

In the chaotic situation, the two looked at each other without fear. Although neither moved nor said anything, the murderous aura around them was exactly the same.

Suddenly, a snow-white shadow flashed in front of his eyes.

With dazzling silver light in his eyes, the long sword came through the wind, with the determination and majestic true energy that was about to succeed, Yue Chuhan descended from the sky, and the strike was a powerful sword move.

Seriously injured, his movements were not as agile as usual, so Meng Qing forcibly circulated his true energy into the air to avoid the blow.

Without giving her a chance to breathe, Yue Chuhan was aggressive, and the long sword in her hand made a rattling sound, every time it was swiped, it aroused a gust of wind-like pressure.

With heavy attacks on the one hand and repeated dodges on the other, Meng Qing was obviously defeated by Yue Chuhan. In a contest, she didn't take the initiative to attack, but just backed down blindly.

Her figure gradually became heavy, and her steps were no longer as brisk as before. The silver-white sword energy attacked her face. Meng Qing turned over and hid to one side. Although she didn't hurt her vitals, when she landed, a strand of black hair came from her shoulder. Slowly falling down.

Frowning tightly, with a cold expression, Meng Qing's breath was disordered, and his description was a little unbearable.

Even though she was absolutely at a disadvantage, she was not flustered, but a little bit of excitement floated in her eyes.

"Biyun swordsmanship? It's really wonderful."

Yue Chuhan didn't pay any attention to it, the long sword let out a low sword sound, and it was separated from the palm of his hand in an instant, galloping away like a Changhong.

The murderous intent was clearly revealed, and it was even more frightening than before, but this time, Meng Qing did not escape, but just stood motionless and watched the long sword attacking her.

The tip of the sword was approaching in a blink of an eye, and the blood in his body was boiling with ferocity, but at the very moment, a red light suddenly came from the night sky and met Yue Chuhan's silver sword with great precision.

With a sound of "Boom!", the two swords collided fiercely, creating a frightening wave of anger that shook the city wall.

At the same time, two similar red shadows fell from the wall together.

The tyrannical qi was very bearable, and the two of them did not shy away from Qisang when they were fighting, and the wave of energy aroused by that blow just now directly knocked her off the city wall.

The long sword quickly flew back to the palm of his hand, and he caught a glimpse of the rouge-colored figure falling towards the outside of the wall in his eyes, Yue Chuhan was startled, then remembered Qisang's existence, and quickly jumped to catch her in mid-air, But in the blink of an eye, someone moved faster than her.

The gorgeous red dress flashed before the eyes, and the next moment, there was only a heavy sound, and the two people who embraced each other fell heavily to the ground in an instant.

Her back slammed into the flat ground violently, and the smoke and dust scattered all over the place. Meng Qing snorted, clenched her teeth tightly, and still hugged Qisang tightly with both hands.

Without zhenqi body protection, she couldn't land safely. If she wanted to protect Qisang safely, she could only hold her in her arms, try to adjust her landing posture, and use her body to bear the impact forcefully.

The true qi was already exhausted, and it was only a drop in the bucket after more than ten days of recuperation, and the injury was aggravated by force, not to mention that he was severely injured by falling to the ground.

Her black hair was disheveled, her face was pale, and the red jade stone on her forehead seemed to have lost its brilliance in an instant and became dull. Under the deserted moonlight, the red dress was no longer charming and fluttering, and it no longer had the slightest sense of freshness.

She looked like a mess she had never seen before.

Seeing that she would use her body to protect Qisang from this encounter, Yue Chuhan's expression froze for a short while.

But after a moment, she came back to her senses, and rushed to meet Qisang to help her up.

Being implicated by that wave just now, Qisang felt as if there was a raging fire burning inside her body, causing her chest to be excruciatingly painful.

Knowing that she must have been hurt by the blast just now, Yue Chuhan held her steady and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

Qi Sang wanted to shake her head, but she couldn't exert any strength. She bit her lower lip hard, with a painful expression on her face.

Realizing that she actually wanted to suppress the pain, Yue Chuhan slapped her chest without saying a word.

Qi Sang was not prepared at all, she really suffered her blow, and vomited a big mouthful of blood on the spot.

The meridians seemed to be torn apart, the pain was unbearable, Qi Sang coughed violently, and the blood on her face faded like a tide.

But after spitting out the blood, she felt much better.

Yue Chuhan looked ashamed, and subconsciously wanted to show concern for her, but when she thought that the person in front of her might be the murderer of her father, she forcibly held back and just looked at her in silence.

Blood continuously overflowed from the corners of his lips, his face was extremely ugly, Meng Qing's breathing became short of breath, and the pain in his body became more and more intense.

She was dizzy uncontrollably.

The world was spinning, and her vision became blurred, but there was still one person in her heart. She opened her eyes with difficulty, trying to identify Qisang's position, but she could only see an ambiguous halo.

He raised his arm, trying to grab the corner of her skirt, but just touched a sporadic material, and the rouge-colored halo escaped like an electric shock.

Tasting the feeling of being hurt for the first time, Qisang was still in shock, her legs were so weak, her mind was buzzing, but when she saw the hand reaching out to her, she still endured the severe pain and took two steps back.

It's obviously June in the world, and it's already the beginning of summer, but the night wind at this moment is like the cold winter, blowing people's heart-warming cold.

She clutched her chest and looked at the dying person on the ground, and said indifferently: "Don't think that if you do this, I will be grateful to you."

The simple words revealed obvious hatred, and when I heard them, I felt a little pain in my heart for some reason.

As if a sad winter rain drenched her, Meng Qing lay quietly, but with a smile on her face: "I don't expect extra gratitude, as long as you are fine."

Qi Sang spit out the remaining blood froth in her mouth, without any expression on her face: "Pretending to be."

Exhausting all her strength, Meng Qing got up from the ground very slowly, her lips were no longer red, and her body was shaking. She staggered a few steps and couldn't stand, so she had to call Shui Yunzhuo to support herself on the ground.

There are too many things I want to ask, and I want to get a definite answer, but in this situation, I don't know where to start. Yue Chuhan's heart is complicated, and after adjusting his emotions, he said to Meng Qing: "How do you get it?" Know that I want to attack the city."

His eyes flickered slightly, and his pale face showed a hint of contempt. Meng Qing said: "You took the initiative to hand over the news to the owner of the pavilion, but then asked me how to know?"

Yue Chu Han frowned: "What do you mean?"

He was seriously injured, and even his laughter was extremely weak, Meng Qing said slowly: "It means that if you want to communicate under my nose, you can only leak the news in vain, Yue Zhuangzhu, you should be called stupid for such actions , or should I say you are stupid?"

Yue Chuhan ignored her sarcasm, and just said nonchalantly: "I just want to know whether it was you who found that letter, or someone told you on purpose."

Hearing this, Meng Qing suddenly understood. She looked back and forth at the two people who were relying on each other, and said with a smile: "So that's how it is."

Yue Chuhan was a little impatient: "Don't play tricks, just speak up if you have something to say, if you don't make it clear tonight, you will never leave alive."

Under the long eyelashes, those slightly upturned eyes were full of insight, and Meng Qing said quietly: "Then the owner of Yuezhuang might as well tell you first, you are not a stupid person, and you don't know that you will be punished when you send the letter. I intercepted the possibility, but why did I still insist on passing the message? What is your purpose?"

Yue Chuhan said calmly, "What do you want to say."

Then Meng Qing said firmly: "You want to test her, don't you?"

His mind was guessed, Yue Chuhan didn't panic: "So?"

"You have doubts about the person you love," Meng Qing said. "The purpose of sending the letter is to test. I want to know if she has colluded with me and will tell me about the siege."

Yue Chuhan said calmly: "So what? If it is really innocent, it will naturally stand the little test."

Meng Qing just laughed and didn't reply.

And hearing the conversation between the two, Qisang's heart was blocked.

Yue Chuhan... Suspected of having sex with her?

At the risk of being intercepted by Meng Qing, she still deliberately wrote the news of the attack on Zijin Pass, just to test whether she would disclose the matter to Meng Qing.

No wonder Yue Chuhan looked at her so coldly when she and Meng Qingfu showed up.

Regardless of whether the siege went smoothly or not, and whether Zijinguan was obtained or not, as long as the Qixing Pavilion made the slightest move, it could prove that Meng Qing already knew that Biyun Villa would attack the city, so he had prepared countermeasures in advance.

And in this way, in Yue Chuhan's eyes, Qi Sang became a traitor who informed him.

Is this why she has been reluctant to let Zhao Mianmian take her back?Asking her to steal books in Qixing Pavilion is just to delay her going back?

All of this is really not groundless, she has a plan.

She guessed that the letter might not be written by her, and also thought that the method of stealing the book was suggested by others, but Qisang never thought that she was trying to test her.

Why do you suddenly think of temptation?What is she suspicious of?Could it be... that Yue Changfeng's death had something to do with her and she noticed it?

Finally, is it still the day?

Qi Sang lowered her head, with a bitter smile on her face.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-04-1821:00:00~2020-04-2021:00:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: Kejinerbangda, one from Hangliang University;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Zitong owo; 1 bottle of Jiuxiang;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!