The Beauty’s Blade

An uninvited guest arrived at Tianji Gate.

A woman wearing a mask and a black robe.

Although she deliberately lowered her voice, even though she claimed to be the third son, anyone with eyes could tell that she was a woman. Wrapped in the old and lifeless black robe, it was about a Miaoman body. She called her an uninvited guest because she broke in. Although she didn't have any weapons in her hands, the disciple of Tianjimen had fallen to the ground next to her.

"Which way is your excellency? Report your name!" Zhong Shixiu said with a calm face, before he slumped forward and shouted.

"Your Excellency dare not show your true colors, is there something shameful?" Zhong Shiling stepped diagonally, standing beside his brother and shouted.

The Zhong brothers have always been inseparable, even if they are against the enemy, they never separate. The robes were blown up by the wind, and their hands were already on the big knife on their back. His face was gloomy, as if a storm was coming. They don't think that those who break into the door at this juncture are here to express condolences.

The third son is indeed not here to mourn, she is here to seek revenge. Shen Shen glanced over the two thin and strong brothers, and a touch of sarcasm swept across her eyebrows and eyes. The disciples of Tianjimen had never seen her, nor had the two brothers seen her. The guests of Tianjimen had already dispersed, saying that they were going to the Chivalrous Villa to discuss the major issue of dealing with the Bishui Sect. In Tianjimen, besides a group of junk disciples, there are also two lustful brothers!

A touch of grief and anger caught in San Gongzi's eyes.

She ignored the knives that the two brothers were covering towards her and went straight into the hall. The fierce blade caused the wind, but when it was about to hit the head of the third son, he couldn't go down. The two big knives were held by a pair of slender hands. It was just such a pair of hands that looked at the weak Jiabai, holding up that mighty force. The faces of the Zhong brothers rose red, and they began to cry secretly in their hearts. Because the true energy of the three sons had already rushed into their bodies along the handle of the knife.

With two bangs, the Zhong brothers were thrown to the ground.

At this moment, the third son had already swept into the mourning hall.

Her fists clenched tightly, and her eyes looked at the coffin from grief and anger to extremely calm. The futon was placed on both sides, and the third son knelt on the futon with a soft knee, and respectfully knocked his head three times.

The Zhong brothers had already stood up, and they had never expected these three sons to give such a big gift. The strained face eased, and the corners of their eyes and eyebrows began to pile up with smiles, they arched their hands, and said, "It's good to be friends, you can only have more--" They shut up before they finished speaking. The smile stiffened at the corners of his lips, and his face suddenly turned pale again.

Because San Gongzi had already stood up, in her air-filled eyes, the murderous aura soaring to the sky was rippling at this moment. One of her hands was already on the lid of the coffin, and Zhong Tian's body would be exposed with a little effort. There were tears in the corners of San Gongzi's eyes, not knowing whether it was because of grief or too much joy. She didn't conceal her voice like a jade placing a jewel on the plate. She opened the mouth and said: "What I owed has been paid. Now is the time to ask for the debt.

The Zhong brothers yelled and shot together. A wind from the left and the right, brought by a long knife, hung on people’s faces, causing pain. Their true energy had been transported between their hands and they wanted to use them. The life's strength killed this wicked man by the knife. The third son did not take the move. In the light of the sword from all directions, her dexterous figure was like a butterfly wearing a flower, falling a few feet away. With a flick of her fingertips, the Zhong brothers' knife was released. The Zhong brothers were stunned, not because they lost to this woman, but because the magical skill she exposed was a secret of their Zhong family.

"Who are you?" Zhong Shixiu's voice was astringent.

"How can you'flick the magical skill'?" Zhong Shiling cried out strangely.

The Zhong brothers knew this kung fu, but they were ashamed that they didn't learn it. I thought it would be fine if I didn't learn it, the big deal was lost in my own hands, but I didn't expect this effort to be used by an outsider. The huge shame surged and turned into a terrible rage. They squeezed their fists, and their bones ticked. But they knew very well that the third son was merciful. If San Gongzi wanted their lives, they did not know how many times they would die.

"The son!" A disciple from the Tianjimen crawled into the hall.

"Quick! Go to the backyard and invite Miss Fu!" Zhong Shixiu shouted.

"Quick! Tell the people of Chivalry Villa, that the people of the Demon Sect have come to the gate of heaven." This was Zhong Shiling's voice.

They don't know who this woman is, or whether she belongs to the Demon Cult. They thought of Fu Wanqing, and thought that she was still here, and they let go of their tight heart. There are almost no women in the world that Fu Wanqing can't win. They lifted their heads, and their faces aroused a bit of complacency. They looked at the three sons, and began to bring a little compassion in their eyes. At the moment when Fu Wanqing's name was called out, they decided that the three sons were dead.

"My son, Miss Fu, she has already left!" The disciple cried out in pain.

The Zhong brothers' smiles stopped, and there was a little fear in their eyes.

Now it was the third son's turn to laugh.

Why did Fu Wanqing leave so quietly? The Zhong brothers lowered their heads, thinking like this in their hearts. But she was such a person, Fu Wanqing, who came and went without a trace. She would never say hello to her host. If it wasn't for Fu Hui's face, she might not be willing to come.

Fu Wanqing can appear in Pinjin Cave, Tianxiang Tower, or Guanzhu Pavilion... She can appear anywhere, but it is impossible to stay in the mourning hall for long.

She didn't like these very much, so she left.

After bathing and burning incense, he changed into clean clothes.

Glorious and decent, Fu Wanqing could not tolerate any flaws in herself, especially in front of Yu Shengyan.

The sky is already dark, the moonlight and the lights complement each other, and the black river water is illuminated, with the ups and downs of the autumn wind, shimmering layer after layer. The mellow singing voice is like Huang Yinger's Qing sing, these are all the elder sisters of the rich and the rich brought out from the pin gold cave. The powdery flavour is intertwined with the alcohol, and the gasp and laughter are intertwined, forming a picture of debauchery and ecstasy.

In an exquisite painting boat in the Slender West Lake, suddenly there was the sound of piano and flute.

The other movements between heaven and earth suddenly stopped, and only the ensemble of piano and flute reverberated on the lake.

The sound of the piano has a sharp rhyme, and the sound of the flute is soft and low.

It stopped abruptly if it failed to enjoy it.

Fu Wanqing had a smile on her face, but the flute in her hand was crushed by her. Yu Shengyan sat opposite her, lowering her light eyebrows, with her hands retracted from the strings and caged in her sleeves. Those who were in the audience thought the piano and flute ensemble was wonderful, but only Fu Wanqing knew that she was always taken away by the sound of Yushengyan’s piano. She was enveloped in the sound of the piano, and she was taken into the leisure of Yushengyan. In the distant world.

Fu Wanqing didn't want to admit defeat, she licked her lips and smiled happily. She said: "Yushengyan, you are not allowed to play the piano in front of me for these three months." As long as it wasn't for Bijian, she knew that Yushengyan would promise herself Any requirements. How could the Bishui Sect, known as the leader of the group of demons, nurture such a wonderful person? Fu Wanqing suddenly thought of going to Qianbi Island where the Bishui Sect was located, but she quickly dismissed her idea. She has more important things to do, how can she disrupt her overall plan because of a Yushengyan.

Fu Wanqing asked again: "If someone else makes these requests to you, will you do it?"

Yu Shengyan glanced at Fu Wanqing, and answered flatly, "No one else."

Fu Wanqing laughed again, this time she was laughing at herself. Do you still expect Yu Shengyan to say something nice? To put it nicely is indifferent to the dust, but to say it badly is rigid and boring. What kind of person is he who is pregnant with sword jade and the leader of the demon sect?

Will there be no other emotions on her unchanging face? Fu Wanqing did not believe in this evil. Slowly swayed to Yu Shengyan's side, and slowly sat on her lap again, with her hands hooked around her neck, the whole body's strength was hanging on Yu Shengyan's body. You can clearly see Yu Shengyan's drooping eyelashes, Yu Shengyan's eyes are still quiet, but her heartbeat, Fu Wanqing, suddenly has a beat. Fu Wanqing became angry from shame, and under impulse, she did something that she could not believe.

Her lips were printed on Yu Shengyan's cold lips.

Yu Shengyan's expression remained the same, but her face flushed with a brush.

When she left Yu Shengyan's lips, Fu Wanqing couldn't laugh anymore.

She wanted to leave Yu Shengyan's legs, but suddenly a force on her waist tightened her. Yu Shengyan's face approached, and the distance between them disappeared in an instant. Like a dragonfly, Yu Shengyan quickly pulled away. She blinked and asked, "Is that so?"

At the same time, Fu Wanqing's angry voice rang: "What are you doing to belittle me?"

"Frivolity?" Yu Shengyan bit these two words carefully, his eyes stopped for a moment on Fu Wanqing's face, and said innocently, "Isn't it your first?"