Wearing a book to teach the heroine to wake up, quack killing

Chapter 192
Shen Nanfeng suddenly realized that the woman in front of him, who was so powerful in the eyes of ordinary people, was just a little girl.

She has been wandering for many years, but she found a small boat to stay in the wandering rivers and lakes.

But she didn't want to be born on the shore.

Perhaps it was the words she said today that reminded her again of the helplessness she had experienced over the years.

For some reason, Shen Nanfeng felt even more uncomfortable, and as if by some strange mistake, he reached out and held her hand.

At this moment, Han Su turned his head in surprise and was a little dazed.

Shen Nanfeng did not flinch, and tightened his grip a little tighter.

"Asu, I'm still here. No matter how others view you, I will always stand firmly on your side. I..."

Suddenly, a smile appeared on her lips.

Under the faint moonlight, Han Su looked like a fairy who had strayed into the mortal world, with a hint of the playfulness of a little daughter hidden in her gentle eyes.

"You're getting more and more courageous, what's wrong? You finally dare to call me Asu today?"

Shen Nanfeng's cheeks suddenly turned red and he let go of his hand uneasily.

"me……"

Han Su suddenly reached out and touched Shen Nanfeng's cheek.

The two looked at each other, getting closer and closer.

Han Su slowly approached, kissed Shen Nanfeng on the cheek, and then said softly: "Then I will leave a mark on you, and you will be my girl's from now on."

At this moment, Shen Nanfeng's heartbeat was beating fast.

Watching Han Su get up and leave with bare feet.

That back view is deeply imprinted in my heart at this moment.

He sat alone on the edge of the covered bridge, not caring whether he took off his shoes or not, and looked at the water in a silly way, with both feet soaked in the water, regardless of whether his shoes were wet.

"Hey hey hey..."

He touched his cheek again, as if the fragrance still lingered.

At this moment, he had completely forgotten his origin and purpose.

In his mind, there was only that most beautiful figure.

At this moment, on the roof in the distance, a figure was hiding in the night, holding a wine bottle and looking at this scene coldly.

Her eyes were calm and she drank the wine in one gulp.

"In the end, it's still like this... Shen Nanfeng, Shen Nanfeng, it seems that no matter how many times you go through it, you will still walk on this path, so with this glass of wine, I wish you good luck!"

……

In the palace of Prince Qin in Kyoto.

Since King Qin went out with his army, the courtyard of King Qin's palace has become much colder.

King Qin accompanied the army and did not take away the people in Lingyun Temple. All matters in Kyoto were handled by Taoist Lingxu.

The moon is full tonight, and a figure appears in the palace.

Taoist Lingxu looked at the young man who suddenly appeared in the palace, and felt extremely nervous. He stood up and saluted from a distance.

The person who came was a young man wearing Taoist robes. He had white hair and a boyish face. He looked to be no more than seventeen or eighteen years old.

"Meet the master brother!"

The person who came was none other than Master Yuling, one of the eight great masters in the world. No one knew his actual age, but he had an ageless appearance and had always looked like a young man for many years.

So tonight, Ling Yun's seven sons were summoned to the palace overnight.

Among the seven people, Yaoguang Taoist Ye Qingyuan seemed the most decadent.

Master Yuling looked a little ugly after seeing Ye Qingyuan.

"Qingyuan, I once said as a teacher back then, don't be arrogant. In this world, the strong will always find its own strong hand. Do you ever regret that you ended up like this?"

Ye Qingyuan lowered his head and said with a wry smile: "My skills are not as good as others, there is nothing to say." "Oh, it seems you are still unconvinced. If my teacher gives you a chance, do you still dare to challenge her?"

As soon as these words came out, Ye Qingyuan was stunned on the spot, feeling uneasy.

"Master...Master, I have..."

"I know that your injuries have recovered, but your internal strength has been lost. Just take this bottle of medicine and take one pill. It will allow you to recover your internal strength within an hour, and it will be much better than before. But after that, you He will be completely reduced to a useless person, and no matter how hard he practices in this life, his physique will only be worse than that of ordinary people."

Ye Qingyuan's face turned pale. After taking the elixir, he asked, "What does Master want me to do?"

"Revenge! Since all seven of you have been defeated by her, then go kill her."

As soon as these words came out, Ling Yun's seven sons were all stunned.

"Master, this is Kyoto, and Han Su is the head of the Tianjian Department. If we really..."

"What? Scared?"

The seven people did not speak, and remained silent for a long time. Finally, the bellicose Zuo Wanqiu spoke:
"Since Master has an order! I, Zuo Wanqiu, will definitely carry it out to the end."

As he said that, Zuo Wanqiu turned to look at Ye Qingyuan and said coldly, "What? You were ruined by others in martial arts, but now you don't dare to take revenge when you have the chance? The seven of us can fight together, so why don't you dare to give it a try?"

A hint of darkness flashed in Ye Qingyuan's eyes.

"Okay! I agree! Master, to what extent do you want to do it?"

The boy with white hair and boyish face narrowed his eyes, "I don't care what you do, but the only thing is to find something from Han Su."

"What?"

"A sword, three feet and two inches long. The blade is not stained by dust. Sand dust falls on the sword and cannot be hung on. It falls when the wind blows. It is like a thing left by an immortal in the mortal world. Even if it is stained with blood, just flick it and the sword will fall. The front appears again."

"Is there really such a sword?"

Taoist Lingxu frowned, "Senior brother is talking about the fairy dust sword that Ye Xianchen had back then. Shouldn't this sword be in the hands of the queen?"

Master Yu Ling thought for a while, "Bring her back if you have one. If not, kill her, and then you all fly away. Don't go back to Kyoto, and don't go back to Lingyun Temple. There will be a long road ahead, so you all wish yourselves good luck!"

When he said this, Master Yuling's eyes dimmed a bit.

Taoist Lingxu was puzzled. After all, he was working for the King of Qin. If he really did such a thing, he might implicate the King of Qin.

"Brother, why are you so radical? Should we discuss it again?"

Master Yu Ling turned his head and glanced at Taoist Lingxu, "How about I give you the seat of the temple master?"

As soon as these words came out, Taoist Lingxu did not dare to say any more.

Master Yuling snorted softly and continued: "Junior brother, think carefully about whether you are a member of King Qin or a member of Lingyunguan."

As for this, a few people did not dare to say more.

Taoist Lingxu thought for a while and asked a question.

"Senior brother, is your trip to Kyoto really just to pass on the grand ceremony?"

The boy with white hair and boyish face stood up and looked in the direction of the palace, with a look of severity that did not belong to a cultivator flashing in his eyes.

"Junior brother, stop asking. If I can't go back this time, you can leave Kyoto. I left a gift for you under the statue of the Sanqing Ancestor in Lingyun Temple."

After saying that, Master Yuling disappeared without stopping.

Because there were two guests from afar outside the city at this time.

One is from Xiliang and the other is from Beiman.

An old friend from back then came to keep the appointment, but how could he not see him again?

Tonight, doomed to sleepless.

In the blink of an eye, a few days have passed, and Kyoto has been quiet for a long time. Even the thieves on the interface are much less than before.

The major government offices in the city are rarely quiet.

(End of this chapter)