Jian Sui Daye

Chang'an, Huashan.

Although it was midsummer, the top of the mountain was breezy, refreshing and pleasant, and even slightly chilly, making people shiver uncontrollably occasionally.

On a not-so-precipitous peak in Mount Hua, a girl who thought she was in her prime was standing facing the wind. The girl was very beautiful, with fat skin and eyes like stars and moons. Especially her tall nose bridge and relatively clear facial lines looked a bit strange. The exotic style, coupled with a tight-fitting Hu suit, gave her an extra touch of wildness.

The girl stood with her hands behind her back, letting the mountain wind dazzle her blue hair, her slightly pointed chin slightly raised, her dark eyes widened as hard as she could, and she stubbornly stared directly at the scorching sun hanging high in the sky. Ken lowered his head, his pretty face was full of persistence and unyielding.

Behind the girl is a maid, who is a little younger, and her face is not as bright as the girl's. Unlike the stubborn girl, her face is full of distress and worry. From time to time, she frowns and looks at the vicious sun, and from time to time looks at the master's face. With a tall and slender back, she moaned her lips a few times, and finally mustered up the courage to call out in a low voice, "Princess,"

"I'm not a princess, don't call me a princess," the girl in Hufu sternly reprimanded like an offended leopard suddenly reincarnated.

The maid trembled in fright, shrank her neck and took half a step back, then said cautiously and tremblingly: "Miss, it's getting late, you should go down the mountain quickly, if you go back late, the prince may not happy,"

"He is not happy, so am I happy?" the girl stared fiercely at the bewildered maid and reprimanded loudly, "Everyone only cares about their own interests. How has anyone ever cared about my life? Am I just I want to take a good look at the land that raised me and the sky before I leave, can't I?"

The girl in the Hu suit roared hysterically, her shrill voice was distorted because of her hoarseness, her eyes were already a little moist, but she stubbornly raised her head, not letting the helpless and cowardly tears fall.

The maid suddenly panicked, knelt down on the ground with a "plop", and said incoherently, "Princess, no, young miss, I'm sorry, it's all the slave's fault,"

The girl in hufu glanced coldly at the shivering maid and then looked away. A look of desolation and sadness flashed in her eyes. The mountains were lush with vegetation and jagged rocks, but these could no longer attract the girl in hufu. Can not soothe her cold heart of grief.

How many people in the past envied her noble background in Zhao Wang's mansion, but now who pities her miserable fate.

She hates and resents so much.

She hates Yu Wenyong, if it wasn't for him, how could she have the title of "princess" who pushed her into the fire; she hates Yang Jian, without his advice, she might have escaped this catastrophe; she hates herself even more Origin, if she is just an ordinary person, what does this so-called righteousness have to do with her.

She blames her father for abandoning herself for the sake of the family and the country; she blames Yang Lihua, if not for her, perhaps she would be the one who is by the side of the hero who defeated Yu Wenyong; she also blames happiness and the world everyone.

But besides resentment, what else can she do, maybe she can take a leap and bury her bones in the mountains and deep valleys, but this will bring disaster to the Zhao family. Sometimes, it takes more courage to live than to die.

"God, even if this is a fate I cannot escape, I will not accept it. Yang Jian, today you send me into the sea of ​​suffering, and I will send you to hell in the future. I am happy. When I come to Yecheng, I I want you to bow at my feet,"

Looking at the scorching sun that was gradually sinking in the west, Yuwen Qianjin's eyes suddenly burst into an unusually bright light, and her pretty face full of Sen Han's murderous intent looked so hideous and terrifying.

"Let's go, let's go down the mountain. In a few days, we will go to the grassland. I have never seen what a grassland looks like when I grow up."

The maid raised her head in disbelief, just seeing the evil smile on the corner of Yuwen Qianjin's mouth, her heart trembled for no reason. At this moment, she felt that Yuwen Qianjin seemed to be a different person, becoming a stranger to her, and even more so. She is afraid.

……

Chang'an City, Duke Yang's Mansion, Martial Arts Arena.

"Master, this disciple has finished training, what do you think, with this disciple's current skill, can he defeat the joy of Qi Guo?"

The speaker was a young man in a tight-fitting Hu suit. Although he was only twelve or thirteen years old, he looked quite handsome, especially his pair of black and bright eyes were particularly energetic, and his thick eyebrows slanted into his temples, like two handles. The sharp sword carried a faint aura of majesty and seriousness.

While wiping the sweat from his forehead with his left hand, the young man asked a burly old man in gray robe standing three meters away. he.

Although the old man in the gray robe has white beard and hair, his figure is extremely tall and straight. His strong body fills the gray robe to the full. If one looks at his figure alone, no one will deny that he is a strong man in his prime. It meant wind and frost, but it wasn't cloudy at all. On the contrary, his eyes were so sharp that no ordinary person would dare to stare at him.

Hearing the young man's question, the gray-robed old man snorted softly, stared at the young man with a serious face, opened his mouth wide, and the loud voice shook people's eardrums.

"Xiaoying, although you are proficient in the boxing technique I gave you, you are still far from successful in cultivation. As for the joy of defeating..." The old man did not continue, but from his expression, the young man still understood what he meant .

The young man raised his brows, held his head up, and said unconvinced: "Master, my disciple's arms are now extremely strong, ordinary twenty or thirty strong men can't get close to him, how can he not beat that joy?"

"Boy, don't speak rudely. You don't know the heights of heaven and earth." Before the old man could speak, a clear voice came from a distance. It was a middle-aged man in military uniform.

"Duke,"

"Father,"

Seeing people coming, the old man in gray robe and the young man saluted one after another, the latter looked in awe, while the former showed respect, but there was no trace of fear on his face.

"Third Elder Xiang, my son is naughty, thank you for your hard work," the middle-aged man smiled gently, and bowed his hand to the gray-robed old man in return. Then he set his sights on the young man, his face suddenly darkened, and his tone was very stern: " Yinger, you have only practiced kung fu for a few years, yet you are so arrogant.

Although that happiness is not as weak as a weak crown, his martial arts are outstanding. Not to mention that people of the same age have few opponents, even the famous masters in the world may not be his opponents. There is no one under the fame. Don't you think he can defeat me? Is the 30 elites of the Great Zhou all due to luck? If you are always so arrogant, sooner or later you will regret it for the rest of your life."

Seeing the hidden anger in the middle-aged man's words, the young man was stunned. Although he was still dissatisfied in his heart, he didn't dare to show it on his face. He knew that the name "Happy" was a taboo not only for him, but also for the entire Duke Yang's mansion. .

It was that shameless lewd thief who defiled his sister, leaving her homeless and helpless, not only destroying the marriage between the Yang family and the Yuwen family, but also making himself unable to receive the meticulous care of his sister; Lord Yu Wenyong's 30 troops brought shame to the empire, and made his father Yang Jian miserable.

Why, he is just a lowly bastard, why he took his sister away, why he can be famous all over the world, I don't accept it, I don't accept it, I want to beat him, I want to kill him.

The young man lowered his head, clenched his teeth, his eyes seemed to breathe fire, and his fists were clenched.

Feeling the young man's fluctuating emotions and high-spirited fighting spirit, Yang Jian and Xiang San looked at each other, with strange smiles on the corners of their mouths, the former even patted the young man's shoulder lightly and said: "Xiaoying, you are a genius!" Zong Zhizi, if you continue to persevere, one day you will be able to defeat Gao Xing in an upright manner, and the shame of my Yang family will be avenged."

"Father, don't worry, I will definitely live up to your expectations," the young man raised his head abruptly, and said firmly, under the afterglow of the setting sun, his handsome face was full of determination and aloofness.

"Happy, I, Yang Guang, swear that one day I will lead the army to destroy Qi and kill you, sister, wait for me, wait for me to save you,"

In the summer of this year, on the same day, two different people made a vow because of the same person.

"Father believes in you, go and rest," Yang Jian nodded with a smile, his eyes full of encouragement.

"Yang Guogong, if Xiaoying can be less arrogant and work hard, her future achievements will be limitless." Watching Yang Guang leave, Xiang Sanyou sighed far away.

"Third Elder Xiang praised you absurdly," Yang Jian said with a modest smile, "How much success Xiaoying can achieve, he still needs to be taught by the elders." Like the Third Elder, in ten days it will be the day when Princess Qianjin will marry Turkic, I wonder if you have prepared it before, "

Xiang San's face was also serious, and his voice became much deeper and dignified: "Don't worry, the Duke, we have prepared manpower, and we will cooperate with the Duke to eradicate powerful enemies when the time comes,"

"This is the best," said Yang Jian, his brows could not help but wrinkled, and he said with a worried face: "Like the third elder, there is news from the east that the little thief has gone north, this time may be our best chance , if it cannot be removed, I don’t know how much effort will be spent in the future.”

Xiang San nodded, then looked straight at Yang Jian and said, "My lord, do you know the whereabouts of Master Zhixuan?"

Yang Jian was stunned, his eyes narrowed slightly, and then opened again, and asked in surprise: "Elder Xiang, since the first emperor banned religion, there are no monks in my Dazhou territory. Where can I go to find Master Zhixuan?"

There was a sneer at the corner of Xiang San's mouth, and he said coldly: "My lord, I know you have always had a close relationship with Samana. Since you and I want to cooperate, it's better to be honest with each other." Without waiting for Yang Jian to refute, Xiang San continued : "My lord, according to reliable sources, Taoism has already stood in the east, and with the support of Moon Worship Sect, the enemy we have to face is stronger than you imagine,"

"hiss,,"

Yang Jian gasped suddenly, his face became extremely gloomy,