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- "Ruonan, where is Head Zhang's god-calming hairpin? Are you not wearing it?" Xiaoyu took a sip of tea and suddenly asked Yang Ruonan, who was beaming.
"Yeah! If Aunt Zhang is wearing the god-calming hairpin, everyone will feel it when she makes a move. They will rush over immediately and kill those people without leaving a trace!" Yang Ruonan nodded heavily, tightly closing her lips, Full of anger, she hated those people deeply.
Xiao Yuesheng¡¯s already relaxed expression became serious again, and the atmosphere in Lingbo Pavilion suddenly became tense, as if he was sinking into water.
The magical function of the God-Suppressing Hairpin is not just for body protection. In the unfortunate event of death, the soul that floats out of the body can be directly absorbed and protected by the God-Suppressing Hairpin. When he finds it, his soul can be revived.
This matter sounds unbelievable, but for him, although it is extremely labor-intensive, it is not difficult.
¡° Moreover, the God-Calming Hairpin has a secret connection with his mind. If it fluctuates violently, he will sense it and appear in front of the wearer instantly. It can be said to be multiple insurances.
Now, when Xiao Yuesheng heard that Zhang Qingyun was not wearing it, Xiao Yuesheng seemed to see the terrible scene in front of his eyes that she died unfortunately, her soul dispersed, and her fragrant soul returned to the underworld. When he rushed there, he was helpless and helpless, and he couldn't help but tremble in his heart.
This inexplicable fear suddenly turned into anger. The girls in the Lingbo Pavilion were slightly startled and their breathing shortened. They felt that his figure was getting taller and taller, as if mountains and ridges were towering across the sky and the earth, and his oppressive momentum became stronger and stronger. There was a feeling of being unable to breathe. Fortunately, they all had extremely deep internal skills. Those with weaker martial arts would have already vomited blood and fainted.
"Fuck-Daddy-!" Yang Ruonan, who was lying on his shoulder, called softly. Seeing that Xiao Chuanxiang's beautiful face was as pale as paper and her body was shaky, she hurriedly shook her godfather's arm.
"Hmph!" Xiao Yuesheng restrained the pressure he exuded, snorted coldly, sipped the tea, suppressed his nameless anger, and looked at Xie Xiaolan: "Why doesn't she wear the God-calming hairpin?"
Xie Xiaolan shook her head and said with some caution, "I'm afraid I've been busy competing in the ring these past few days, so I forgot about it."
Xie Xiaolan naturally understands Xiao Yuesheng's anger. The God-Calming Hairpin is so magical, but Head Zhang doesn't cherish it. As a result, he gets hurt. It's no wonder that her husband can't suppress his anger.
"Thank you, sister, where did you find out what happened?" Seeing the young master's anger, Xiaoyu hurriedly changed the subject.
"I asked them from the mouths of the injured."
"What didn't Sister Zhang say?" Xiaoyu suddenly frowned slightly.
"Before I had time to say, After being rescued, Sister Zhang started to regulate her breath and heal her injuries. She had no time to say more, It shouldn't be wrong, more than a dozen people said so!" Xie Xiaolan knew Xiaoyu's worries, and she also I thought about it, so I asked a dozen people at once to confirm.
"It seems that their goal is not the Sunflower Book, but Sister Zhang Is it seeking revenge?"
Xiao Jade's slender index finger, as white as green onion, traced the edge of the snow porcelain tea cup, making circular motions around the edge, as if talking to herself, but others could clearly hear it. "It's not like that. They could just go to her directly without going through so many detours!"
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"You guys go ahead, I'll go see her!" Xiao Yuesheng put down the snow porcelain tea cup and stood up, waved to them, stepped out of Lingbo Pavilion, and walked along the winding corridor to the front yard.
Seeing Xiao Yuesheng¡¯s dashing figure fading away, Yang Ruonan pouted her red lips.
Xie Xiaolan also looked at his figure gradually disappearing into the flowers, shook her head and sighed: "It seems that the eldest brother is very angry!"
"Care will lead to chaos!" Xiaofeng's soft voice sounded like a spring breeze, with a hint of jealousy, which made Xie Xiaolan and Xiaoyu couldn't help but smile. Then there was a burst of playing and playing, and Zhang Qingyun was fine, which restored the atmosphere here. easy.
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Arriving in front of the pavilion shaded by plum trees and peach trees, Xiao Yuesheng stood with his hands behind his hands for a long time. Finally, he took a step. The door was pushed open silently by an invisible hand, and he stepped into the house where a gradually fragrant fragrance came out.
The room filled with a faint fragrance is spotless. The moon-white carpets and milky-white gauze curtains are all stained with a layer of orange by the sunset through the windows, making it appear quiet and warm. Everything here has been personally decorated by Zhang Qingyun, everywhere. Revealing nobility.
Taking off his boots, he only wore snow-white socks, stepped on the thick and soft moon-white carpet, raised the bead curtain with crystal luster, and entered the inner room.
On the incense couch, Zhang Qingyun was sitting quietly in a moon-white Taoist robe, his bright eyes slightly closed, his face like a jade carving, the warm luster was faintly flowing, and his appearance was solemn.
"Qingyun, wake up!" Xiao Yuesheng sat in front of the bookcase under the window, bathing in theIn the red sunset, he drank lightly at Zhang Qingyun.
His gentle drink went straight into his mind, like the clear sound of a jade rock, without disturbing his mind.
Zhang Qingyun¡¯s long, fan-like eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her bright eyes, which were as bright as pearls.
"Why are you here?!" Seeing Xiao Yuesheng sitting under the window, her mind was a little startled when she just fell into silence. She couldn't help but frown. She was approached by a man silently, which made her quite annoyed.
"Can't I come?!" Xiao Yuesheng also frowned, with a bit of anger, without his usual laziness and playful smile.
"Is something wrong?" Zhang Qingyun saw that he was looking for trouble, which was very different from usual. When he was unsure, he gently avoided it and did not collide with him head-on.
"You can't come if you have nothing to do?!" With this sentence, Xiao Yuesheng put away his anger and returned to his casual demeanor. He touched a book on the desk behind him and flipped through it casually.
Under the moon-white Taoist robe, Zhang Qingyun's chest, which still looked tall and proud, rose and fell violently. He took a deep breath and suppressed the nameless fire. He remained silent and just squinted his bright eyes slightly, looking at the hazy face covered in colorful clouds. His.
The two looked at each other through the glow, as if fighting silently, their eyes like swords, and there was tension in the silence in the room.
After a cup of tea, Xiao Yuesheng withdrew his gaze and no longer looked openly at the beautiful woman in front of him. Tenderness arose from the bottom of his heart, like the white air rising from the tea cup.
"I heard that the famous Qingwei Divine Sword was injured?!" Xiao Yuesheng said in a clear voice. It was clear and gentle, lingering inside the house, but not spreading outside the house, which was strange.
Yang Ruonan, who was practicing his skills in Lingbo Pavilion, was extremely disappointed. He smiled bitterly and shook his head at the Xiaoyu girls who were looking at him. She only heard the first two tit-for-tat words of Maimang, and then there was no more sound. It was really disappointing. People are curious.
However, Zhang Qingyun could hear the irony in his words. He opened his eyes and snorted softly, but he had nothing to say. This time he did get a sap but he was adding insult to injury at this time. Abominable enough!
"Is it true that the Sunflower Book was also destroyed in front of someone?" Xiao Yuesheng leaned forward, his warm face shrouded in the glow of the sun, and his confused expression was clearly visible, as if he really didn't know.
"Who said that?!" Zhang Qingyun frowned slightly, glanced at Xiao Yuesheng, and said bitterly: "The Sunflower Book was not destroyed. They dropped the bag and took it away!"
¡°Huh¡ª¡ª?!¡± Xiao Yuesheng swallowed the sarcastic words that came to his lips, and did not bother to scold him for not wearing the God-calming hairpin. He returned his body and let the glow envelope him again.
"So it seems that they are here for the Sunflower Book, not seeking revenge on you?" Xiao Yuesheng stroked his black mustache, nodded and said slowly, half-questioning.
"It's hard to say!" Zhang Qingyun breathed a sigh of relief, calmed down his mood, pondered for a moment, and shook his head: "Looking at how hard they are fighting, it seems like they have an sworn enemy with me. Ruonan Ruolai If you wait a little longer, you might really want to kill me."
"What a courageous dog!" Xiao Yuesheng snorted heavily, the golden light in his eyes flashed faintly, and then disappeared, making it extremely difficult to detect in the twilight.
Zhang Qingyun sighed with emotion, and a wry smile appeared on Ruyu's face: "Ants bite an elephant to death. Their martial arts are not very good, but they are too crazy and risk their own lives, so it is difficult to deal with them!"
"Have you seen their appearance clearly?" Xiao Yuesheng stroked his mustache and frowned slightly. He could guess the situation at that time. If he had a desperate intention, even if his martial arts was not good, it would still be extremely scary.
"His face is covered!" Zhang Qingyun shook his head and said bitterly.
"The majestic Qingwei Divine Sword came back in vain after using the sword. I was surrounded and beaten, but no one was left behind. It's really, alas -!" Xiao Yuesheng shook his head, looking unbearable. , mocking without mercy.
Because of the god-calming hairpin, his anger had been suppressed and never vented, so his words became harsh and harsh. There was a desire to anger Zhang Qingyun in his heart. Seeing Zhang Qingyun angry, she felt an unspeakable pleasure that she didn't know. Anyway!
Zhang Qingyun's towering chest held up by her moon-white robe rose and fell violently. A faint blush crept onto her fair and flawless face. She bit her thin red lips tightly with her teeth, trying hard to resist and prevent herself from throwing the long sword beside her. That hateful guy.
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Zhang Qingyun took a deep breath, and after a long time, he reluctantly spoke: "The moves are delicate, but the murderous intent is strong. I have never seen it before. I am afraid it is a sect in the south!"
Her reluctance was very obvious, her bright eyes just squinted at him, and then stopped looking at him, obviously she was still angry.
Xiao Yuesheng sat quietly in the sunset that filtered through the window, silently covering her with his warm eyes.
After a long time, he sighed deeply: "Alas! You should always wear that hosta!"
After saying that, he sighed deeply, shook his head, stood up, opened the bead curtain, and silently walked out of Zhang Qingyun's house.
His figure disappeared into the room, and Zhang Qingyun turned around and looked at the gently swaying bead curtain with crystal luster. The expression on his jade face changed, and his teeth unknowingly exerted force, and the red lower lip turned pale and pale. color.
Zhang Qingyun didn't know anything about the magical power of the God-Calming Hairpin, but she had an argument with Xiao Yuesheng a few days ago. When she was angry and Xiao Yuesheng was nowhere to be seen, she took the God-Calming Hairpin to vent her anger, put it in a box, shelved it in a high cabinet, and put it away. It was regarded as Xiao Yuesheng.
¡° If he had worn the god-calming hairpin this time, the result would have been different. Thinking about it, Zhang Qingyun would inevitably feel regretful.
Hearing what Xiao Yuesheng said before leaving, she suddenly realized. No wonder he was so angry and could make people mad to death. It turned out to be her fault for not wearing a god-calming hairpin!
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It is extremely quiet at night in Linhu, Lingbo Pavilion is shrouded in jade light, it is like daytime, and there is no sleepiness at all.
In Xiao Yuesheng's bedroom, the night pearl hangs high, emitting a soft milky white light, which is neither too bright nor dim, just the right amount of warmth.
On the large ivory bed, Xiaoyu and Xiaofeng were lying together with her husband, their hips and arms intertwined, making it difficult to tell them apart.
Both Xiaoyu and Xiaofeng were wrapped tightly in moon-white brocade quilts, but the thin brocade quilts could not hide their graceful curves.
Xiaofeng nestled on her husband's left chest, playing with a lock of her shiny black hair with one hand. With her bright eyes, she glanced at her husband lightly: "Sir, today I saw that Sister Zhang was secretly wiping her tears!"
Leaning on the right side of Xiao Yuesheng's chest, squinting her eyes slightly, Xiaoyu, who was thinking quietly, suddenly opened her eyes: "No way?!"
"Really!" Xiaofeng's voice was as soft as the spring breeze. She glanced at her husband's expression and said in a positive tone: "Shall we go in to see the young master after he comes out? When she saw us going in, she was so light. It has been covered up, but how can I, a doctor, not see the eyes that have cried and the eyes that have not cried?!"
"Sir, what did you say? How could such a strong person like Sister Zhang be made angry and cry?!" Xiaoyu opened her eyes completely, and cast her autumn-like eyes on the white jade cup she was playing with. Xiao Yuesheng's face was filled with curiosity.
Xiaofeng was also very curious. In their eyes, Zhang Qingyun was a heroine. A weak woman, without a master, created her own swordsmanship and established the Qingwei Sword School. She became one of the best swordsman in the world. It was truly a miracle. .
And such a strange woman was so angry that she cried. They naturally wanted to get to the bottom of the instigator around them to satisfy their great curiosity.
"It's nothing! By the way, Ruonan didn't get any clues?" Xiao Yuesheng hurriedly changed the subject. This question was not allowed to be discussed, otherwise it would definitely make them jealous.
"Hmph! Although Ruonan is naughty and playful, he is very reassuring when doing things!" Xiaoyu snorted to show her dissatisfaction with him for changing the topic, but when it comes to serious matters, she will not be willful, with a doting and gentle smile. He smiled: "From those people, Ruonan left a knife and a rag of clothing." - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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