Sword net three spinulus sea

The wind direction in Yangzhou City has changed again and again, and the story of Mr. Storyteller finally has a following.

"Last time, I mentioned that Ye Zhanxue's apprentice defected to the Haoqi League. Who knew that Ye Zhanxue would come to snatch the marriage on the day of Ye Zhanxue's wedding..."

Ye Muyu happened to pass by the teahouse and heard such a sentence, and she seemed to run away with her medicine bag, so embarrassed.

After entering the inn, she hurried upstairs, closed the door, and then took off the mask on her face.

Yue Qinghuan fell asleep again, she walked over lightly, Yue Qinghuan was lying on his side with his back to her, with nothing covering his body, the windows were still wide open, and the cool wind was blowing in.

She closed the window in the room first, then came back on tiptoe to see that his eyes were indeed closed, then stretched out her hand cautiously, and gently untied his belt.

The white undershirt he wore was tightly tucked into the baggy black trousers, and was tied high at the waist by a belt.

She slowly pulled out his belt, until it reached the lump, the belt loosened, and she froze all over nervously, pinning it there, making sure that he hadn't woken up before continuing.

She went to untie his clothes belt again, the clothes belt was not tight in the first place, so it was untied quickly.

She was still thinking about how she would explain what she was doing if Yue Qinghuan woke up suddenly, while Yue Qinghuan was sleeping deeply.

She reached out to his collar and slowly took off his clothes, revealing a smooth back.

His skin, which has not been exposed to the sun all year round, is so white that it can see through the light, and the jade-like skin is covered with lean and powerful lines, but behind that beautiful body that makes people sigh, there is a pattern of a scorpion crawling, as if being trapped Like a soldering iron scalding it deeply.

It was the Gu poison nailed by Xie Wanying. Miao Jiang's Gu poison is very complicated, and everyone's poison is different. She invited Miao Jiang's doctor to take Yue Qinghuan's pulse, and the doctor Miao Jiang couldn't tell why. .

He kept not letting her see his wound, and he didn't care about it, but he became sleepy more and more easily.

She pulled up his clothes and covered him with a quilt.

She returned the sword to Ye Zhanxue, and the Haoqi League did not bother her again.But when she went out, she would still wear a Tangmen mask to cover her face. After all, at the Hidden Sword Villa that day, she could be regarded as showing her head in front of various martial arts people.

That day in Jinshui Town, Ye Zhanxue left a word in her ear.

"If I win the first place in the Famous Sword Conference and take the sword from the sword mound, you must come."

"Apprentice, for the last time..." He couldn't finish his sentence.

The Sword Tomb is the trial place of the main sect of Hidden Sword Villa. All the sharp weapons of the hidden sword villa come out of the sword tomb. If the person who wins the championship in the famous sword conference is a disciple of the hidden sword sect, he will have to pass the trial of the sword tomb. In order to get the magic weapon.

Jianzhong took soldiers, and he let her go.

She felt that something was wrong with Ye Zhanxue, as if she couldn't help herself in many movements. She seemed to have experienced that feeling before, but when she thought about it, her head would throb and hurt.

The Famous Sword Tournament has already started, and the decisive battle will be in a few days. Yue Qinghuan still falls asleep for most of the day.The battle at Bailongkou was tense, Luo Shengge and Bailiyu both returned to the Valley of the Evil.

She boiled medicine for Yue Qinghuan during the day, and then quietly sneaked around the hidden sword to inquire about the news of the Famous Sword Conference.

Ye Zhanxue fought all the way up without encountering any opponents.When she saw him fighting with others, it was no different from how he used to fight with others.

But the more there were no clues, the more panicked she became.

Back at the inn at night, Yue Qinghuan was rarely awake. He sat by the window and didn't know what he was writing. Ye Muyu leaned over and asked him if he was better.

He put down a pen, "Have you gone to investigate about witchcraft?"

She nodded obediently.

"You suspect that Ye Zhanxue has been poisoned by Xie Wanying's Gu?" He had a hostile expression on his face.

What she checked was actually the Gu on the back, but when he mentioned Ye Zhanxue, she didn't dare to argue.

"The things that should be returned have been returned, and the things that should be said have been said. What do you want to do now?"

Ye Muyu had nowhere to hide from what he said, Yue Qinghuan stood up from the desk, picked up the wine on the tea table, and poured a glass.

"My teacher... Ye Zhanxue wants me to go to the sword mound with him to get the sword." She didn't want to hide it from him.

Yue Qinghuan's glass of wine was already stuck to her lips, but when she heard her say that, she stretched it out in front of her again.

"After drinking this glass of wine, let go of the past and follow me."

Ye Muyu didn't reach out his hand, Yue Qinghuan stared at her expressionlessly, and she also looked at him.

Yue Qinghuan suddenly let go of the glass of wine and smashed it to the floor. The glass exploded, making her tremble.

"If there is such a wine, I won't ask you these words."

"After I go to the appointment, I will go with you."

"Are you coming with me? Why?" Yue Qinghuan asked her back as if she had heard a joke.

When she lived on both sides of the West Lake, he was already a doctor of thousands of flowers on the battlefield.

She first entered the rivers and lakes while practicing swords in the hidden sword, and he lived in Wanhua drinking tea and admiring the snow to hide from the world.

On the cliff of Qingyan, her heart was ashamed, and she knocked on his door covered with scars, just to beg for his life.

When she first saw him, she just thought he was so beautiful, which made her want to drag him into the world of mortals so much.

"If you don't want me to go, I won't go."

With a sneer, he took a new cup and poured a new glass of wine.

"Why don't I want you to go, you are not my apprentice."

She pursed her lips, and he knew where her dead spot was.

"You said that after receiving your injection, no matter how difficult it will be in the future, I will live on. I remember it all, and I will come back alive... back to you."

"No need." He drank a glass of wine, put down the glass, and walked out.

Ye Zhanxue finally won the Famous Sword Competition. On that day, Ye Muyu found out the golden Tibetan sword coat she hadn't worn for a long time, put it on solemnly, boarded the boat from Yangzhou pier, and returned to Tibetan sword.

Yue Qinghuan did not come to see her off.

Outside the sword mound, the Haoqi League team members were still congratulating each other, only Ye Zhanxue was waiting there anxiously.

"The time has come, Zhanxue, let's go in." It was Ye Fangzhi, the director of Jianlu who spoke.

Ye Zhanxue didn't speak, just stared at the door of Jianzhong.

"Zhanxue, what's wrong?" Xie Wanying asked him.

He lowered his eyes, concealing the disappointment in his eyes, and turned to go in.

"Wait." A voice came from the door.

When everyone turned their heads, they saw Ye Muyu, dressed in gold, standing in the shadow of the backlight.

Yue Qinghuan didn't wake up until dusk, the poison on his back was about to move again, he sat up, the sun was about to set, the trial of the sword mound should be over, and Ye Muyu hadn't come back yet.

His eyelids twitched violently. He tidied up his clothes and went out. This time, the worst thing she could do was get a wound that could not be healed. I'm afraid she was walking too slowly, so he'd better go pick it up.

"Datang Express! Datang Express!" The people from Yinyuanhui rushed past, spilling a lot of papers from their hands.

Someone picked up the newspaper on the side of the road and shouted in shock, "Ye Zhanxue, the winner of this famous sword competition, did not get the peerless magic weapon." Unmoved, he continued to walk towards the pier.

"She was cut by Ye Muyu, who entered the sword mound with her to get the sword."

"Ye Muyu is missing."

"The rivers and lakes slaughtered Ye Muyu and offered a reward of [-] gold."

Standing in the afterglow of the setting sun on the Zhuque Bridge, he stopped in his tracks.

This time, he didn't need to inquire specifically, news of her was everywhere.

Deceive teachers and destroy ancestors, and everyone betrays their relatives.

He waited for her in Yangzhou for a long time, but she didn't come.

Sitting on the window lattice of the inn, he heard the children downstairs singing and dancing, changing to the latest popular nursery rhymes in the city.

"The world laughs at you for being crazy with swords, and the world laughs at you for being crazy with swords. Today, you lie down in the gentle village, and the gentle village doesn't think about it. The seven sword formulas are buried in the past. The old martial arts field has become dead. There is no sword spirit in the sword grave. I also want to be in the gentle town. The gentle township, the beauty in the gentle township is blind, and the beauty has snakes and scorpions under the skin. It is in vain for my double name in the world, and in vain for your red blood to forge swords. From now on, it will be difficult to see each other in the world.

She said that she would come back to him, and it turned out that it was just the last time in her life to comfort him.