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Part 2 Yitian Chapter 99 Three Heroes

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    Chapter 99 Three Heroes

    Xiao Yuesheng could only smile bitterly. He was indeed too carefree. When he was reborn into this world, his heart seemed to become younger. He wished he could keep all the beautiful women in his account.

    He stood up and floated off the brocade carpet, walked slowly for two steps, and stood at the bow of the ship, looking up at the brilliant sunset with his hands behind his hands, his green shirt fluttering and his expression desolate.

    At this moment, he suddenly thought of Guanlan Villa in another world, and his wives in the villa. At this moment, would they look at Xiangyang from a distance and miss him?

    But he was thinking about other women. Thinking of these, he suddenly felt guilty and felt dull in his heart. The colorful world suddenly became eclipsed, and everything became boring.

    Without deliberately restraining himself, his powerful and unparalleled spirit was fully displayed, and the entire cold lake was filled with a dull atmosphere. Wen Yubing, who was sitting behind him, felt the same way.

    "Qiu'er?" Wen Yubing called softly, a little worried. It seemed that she had spoken too harshly and hurt his heart?  He wouldn't be so fragile!

    Xiao Yuesheng stood with his hands behind his back, his back to Wen Yubing, looking at the lake and mountains under the setting sun, silent and speechless, the breeze blowing his green shirt.

    "Qiu'er?!" Standing up from the moon-white brocade carpet, Wen Yubing gently brushed the Luo shirt that wrapped the graceful jade body, walked to Xiao Yuesheng's side, turned her head slightly, and looked at his side face.

    In the afterglow of the setting sun, his face was like a large piece of crown jade, with the gleaming brilliance flowing under his skin, as if he was not like a man in the world, left behind in the world, and his boundless eyes were filled with a blurred look.

    Wen Yubing turned around and looked at his face carefully. He could just see his eyebrows and the gloomy vicissitudes and loneliness between his eyebrows. Wen Yubing looked at it and couldn't help but feel sour in his heart. He wanted to cry and wanted to hold him in his arms.  Take good care of it.

    In Wen Yubing's memory, the eldest disciple has always been calm and calm since he woke up from amnesia, and he has everything under control. He is able to deal with people and things with ease, which makes people look up to him. It has never been so poignant and poignant as now.  Softhearted.

    Feeling Wen Yubing's gaze, Xiao Yuesheng was too lazy to pay attention. The beautiful faces of Wanyanping and the other girls appeared in his mind. Their tenderness was like water, their smiles, and the longing in his heart was filled with a faint colic.

    The colic became more and more intense, and his face gradually became as pale as paper. He no longer had the intention to speak. He sighed deeply and shook his head: "Oh!, let's forget it  ¡­¡±

    "What's the matter, Qiu'er?!" Seeing his sudden change in expression, Wen Yubing's heart tightened, and she hurriedly pulled his shoulder and asked eagerly.

    "It's okay Master, let's go back." Xiao Yuesheng shook his head lightly, everything in the world became dull. He just wanted to return to Hanyan Pavilion, meditate, and enter a state of no thought and care, so as not to suffer the pain of longing.

    Wen Yubing returned to Shuiyun Pavilion. Affected by Xiao Yuesheng's thoughts, her heart felt dull. She didn't want to move or do anything lazily, so she went back to the boudoir on the second floor, lay down on the couch, and looked at the emerald green curtain above.  Thinking about the words of the eldest disciple.

    Why did Qiu'er suddenly mention this matter today, catching herself off guard? People with a discerning eye can tell the thoughts of the little daughters of Bei Jinyi and Zhou Zhiruo at a glance, but they thought they hid it well.

    Marry them both?  !  I'm afraid they won't be willing. Both of them are as beautiful as flowers, and they are both disciples of a famous family. If they can marry one, they are already virtuous and burn high incense. How can they be so greedy?  !

    Even if the two of them are willing, Master Miejie will definitely not agree. How can one marry two people?

    But looking at Qiu'er's expression, he was serious, and Ruoyun and the others, alas -!  It's really troublesome

    Wen Yubing was lying on the couch, her delicate body rolling around, sighing, her eyebrows frowning unconsciously, her cold and charming face full of irritation.

    She could not help but stay on the bed with bare feet, her snow-white feet stepping on the thick soft brocade carpet, she wandered to the balcony window, opened the lattice window, looked into the distance, and stretched her mind.

    The afterglow of the setting sun spilled into the boudoir, shrouding her in it. The evening breeze blew in, taking the opportunity to get in, tossing her shawl-colored orange hair, and the curtains in the room were fluttering

    In the following days, Xiao Yuesheng behaved as if nothing had happened, just like before. Every morning, he still slept until he woke up naturally, or was harassed by his junior sisters and had to get up, and then lost his temper and played with them.

    In the morning, I walked around Purple Mountain, occasionally picking up a few stones and polishing them into jade. Then I broke down and polished the jade, or carved it into a statue, or made it into a jade pendant, which was exquisite and moving.

    After lunch, I took a walk with Master Wen Yubing, either in Qionglin or on the corridor on the cold lake.

    It¡¯s justDuring the chat, every time Wen Yubing talked about that incident, Xiao Yuesheng would change the topic and keep silent. This made Wen Yubing very uneasy, knowing that he still had a knot in his heart.

    After the lunch break, he disappeared. He left the Shuiyun Sect and went somewhere outside, either to Tianshan Mountain or to the south of the Yangtze River. He often brought back some jewelry or clothes, which made the junior sisters very happy.

    He would definitely come back for dinner. After dinner, he would sit with the girls in the garden, playing card games, chatting about things he had experienced during the day, or laughing and playing, lively and relaxed. The girls were all dressed in pajamas, in order to  Comfortable.

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    Wen Yubing has been secretly observing the eldest disciple. The more she watches, the more she feels lonely inside. It seems that he has gone through the vicissitudes of life and is just pretending to smile in front of everyone, which makes her feel sad and distressed from time to time.

    Fortunately, he was not alienated from her master, and was still as close as before. She often had the urge to hold him in her arms, comfort him, protect him, and drive away the loneliness in his heart, but he is no longer  Children, with the distinction between men and women, can only suppress this impulse.

    At the foot of Zishan Mountain, three men suddenly appeared in the afternoon. They had different appearances, but they were all calm, agile and full of energy.

    These three people are all world-famous figures. They are Song Yuanqiao, Yu Daiyan and Yin Liting among the Seven Heroes of Wudang.

    The name of the Seven Heroes of Wudang has been resounding throughout the martial arts world for more than ten years. Anyone can stand on an equal footing with the leaders of various sects.

    With the suicide of Zhang Cuishan, the Five Heroes, and the disability of Yu Daiyan, there are only five Wudang Seven Heroes left. Not only has their reputation not fallen, but as Wudang's momentum has grown, it has become more and more prominent.

    Yu Daiyan has been on the bed for more than ten years, and life is like death. Later, Xiao Yuesheng gave him Shuiyun Jade Liquid, which restored his muscles and bones and returned to normal. After these days of nursing, he has completely regained his old outlook.

    For more than ten years, he could not move his limbs and could only lie on the couch, trapped in the small space in front of the house. Living and dying were the same. The sorrow and despair in his heart were beyond the comprehension of outsiders.

    Because of this, his gratitude to Xiao Yuesheng was so strong that as soon as he could walk, he wanted to come to the Shuiyun Sect to express his gratitude. However, he was blocked by several fellow disciples who advised him to wait until he recovered before going down the mountain.  Not too late, so as not to leave any legacy behind.

    But he was still a little worried about leaving him alone. As a senior brother, Song Yuanqiao rarely went down the mountain in recent years. This time he went out in person to accompany his third brother, hoping to meet this mysterious Shuiyun Sect disciple.  .

    By the way, Yin Liting was brought here to let him relax. He has been entangled in hatred and can't let go. Over the years, he has been practicing hard in the mountains, hoping to seek revenge for Yang Xiao, the bright left envoy of the Ming Cult, to the point of almost becoming obsessed.  .

    The three of them came to the foot of Zishan Mountain, but they saw heavy fog and nothing could be seen. They could only vaguely see the outline of the mountain peak.

    They didn¡¯t say anything in a hurry, they just looked carefully at the foot of the mountain.

    Song Yuanqiao was dressed in a blue shirt, elegant and modest. He was proficient in Yili. When he saw such an abnormal scene, he took a closer look. He couldn't help but shook his head, stroked his beard and sighed: "This fog is strange. This mountain must have been planted by someone."  The formation is created by borrowing the power of heaven and earth, and it is extremely difficult to break."

    "Could it be that this formation was created by the Shuiyun Sect?" Yu Daiyan was wearing a brand new green cloth shirt, full of energy and high spirits.

    Yin Liting stood with his hands behind his hands, his face solemn, and he was always looking around, without any impatience. Love and hate are the most powerful forces between heaven and earth, and they can easily change a person. Today's Yin Liting is much different from the soft-hearted and innocent person he used to be.  Are not the same.

    "The little girl Song Xueyan has met Song Daxia, Yu Sanxia, ??and Yin Liuxia!"

    A clear and mellow voice suddenly sounded beside them. It was so sudden that they were startled and they quickly looked for it.

    A graceful and graceful woman in green clothes walked out of the fog and came to them. She was as beautiful as a flower and her face was radiant. She bowed to the three of them and smiled faintly: "the master is changing clothes, so I don't want to be neglected."  I have gathered three heroes and sent the little girl to wait for you."

    "Headmaster Wen is too polite. It's Song and others who came unexpectedly." Song Yuanqiao, who was elegant and gentle, returned the courtesy with his hand and replied with a smile.

    Song Xueyan lowered her head and pursed her lips with a smile, her eyes like autumn water, quickly passing over the faces of Yu Daiyan and Yin Liting, making them feel left out.

    "Miss Song, I wonder if Mr. Xiao is in the mountain?" Yu Daiyan cupped his hands and asked eagerly.

    "Master uncle?" Song Xueyan raised her head, hesitated slightly, and shook her head: "Unfortunately, the master uncle is out."

    Yu DaiyanDisappointment was palpable, and he immediately asked: "Then why can I come back?!"

    "Usually, the master will come back for dinner." Song Xueyan replied crisply.
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