The Beauty’s Blade

The night is cold and silent.

Those knights did not dare to sleep easily, and almost all gathered in a room, fully guarded, the unknown danger hidden in the dark was terrifying.

Fu Wanqing quietly entered the room, then quietly backed out, without disturbing anyone. The faces of the Bishui teachers guarded on all sides remained as cold as ever. Seeing Fu Wanqing swaggering out of the courtyard, they were indifferent, as if no one had seen them. They knew very well in their hearts that only this person was the guest of their leader.

Yu Shengyan did not return to the cabin on the mountain.

Fu Wanqing seemed to swept into the hall where Yu Shengyan was in a gust of breeze. Red veil curtains hung on all sides, gently blowing with the wind. The dimly yellow candlelight was dim and dim, and the veil seemed to be brushed on the candlelight. The surrounding area was very quiet, and only a few words came out faintly.

Yu Shengyan sat aside, with a book in her hand, without even lifting her head.

Lou Kexin sat in the wheelchair, pinching the handle tightly with both hands, as if to break it. When she lowered her head, she was biting her lower lip. Once she raised her head, the hatred and haze in her eyes disappeared, as if she were two people who were completely different from the one who lowered her head. Her voice is very soft and gentle.

"Junior sister, Fu Wanqing is a member of the Baidao Alliance, and her father is still the leader. She should inherit this position in the future. You brought her back because you are too intimate with her, and the disciples in the teaching have a lot of criticism about this. Those The White Warriors are here to deal with us. What to do next is to ask Junior Sister for your instructions."

"Didn't you always let Senior Sister you and Wei Zuo deal with the affairs of teaching?" Yu Shengyan said lightly, never mentioning Fu Wanqing. Her mind was in the book, and the rustling sound, she had turned several pages.

"Junior sister, why are you staying with Fu Wanqing?" Lou Kexin chuckled lightly and asked, "If you are for my medicine, then you don't have to, even if you can't stand up for a lifetime. I don't even want Fu Wanqing's things. If there is anything that can dispel the hatred in my heart, it is probably Fu Wanqing's item head. Sister, would you like to help Senior Sister get it?"

Yushengyan frowned. She finally put down the book in her hand and looked at Lou Kexin's eyes. She said indifferently: "Sister, you didn't listen to my persuasion at first. If you were to compete with Miss Fu. It was wrong because I didn't stop you and let Aunt Lou Lan's request betrayed."

Lou Kexin's voice suddenly became sharp, and she couldn't maintain the surface calm: "Aunt Lou Lan? Junior sister, do you still have the face to mention my master? If you haven't forgotten her, you should stand by my side and help me Kill Fu Wanqing! That woman Fu Wanqing is really damn! Junior sister, your sword with sleeves? Since you can shoot the sword against my master, why can't you shoot against Fu Wanqing?"

"Senior Sister, it's late at night." Yu Shengyan ignored her words, and she glanced at the back of the heavy red tent. There is one person hidden there, no, or two people. Yu Shengyan didn't want to talk any more, Lou Ke grunted earnestly and slid the wheelchair, his body quickly unlike a person with disabled legs.

The red veil was still fluttering, but one by one fell on the ground, like a layer of falling flowers. A silver-white light and shadow suddenly rushed out from the red veil. In addition to the long sword, there are many fine silver needles. Yu Shengyan picked up the book on the table and shattered it directly. The sky full of paper flew under the strong infuriating air, like snow falling. The silver needle pierced the piece of paper and fell to the ground, but the sword had been delivered to the front. The masked man in black had fierce eyes in his eyes, as if he would never give up.

Fu Wanqing had been hiding behind the curtain, and seeing the sword in the hands of the man in black, her eyes sank. She tore off a red veil, rolled up Yushengyan's waist and pulled her into her arms. The black figure swept through the red veil, as if walking in a fog of blood. The candle was extinguished one after another, and finally the hall was shrouded in darkness. With a puff, it was the sound of a long sword piercing, and the sound of breathing that was barely audible, suddenly became heavy, like a cow gasping.

Fu Wanqing did not move, her hands holding the long sword were shaking, and a cold light suddenly illuminated her eyes. The man in black was out of the sword again, and the deep internal force was continuously coming from the tip of the sword. Fu Wanqing felt that his right hand was as heavy as a kilo. As if being attracted by a magnet, her long sword couldn't move away. The man in black was a good martial artist.

"Dang--" The ground made a sound, as if a small stone had hit the sword. Taking advantage of this moment, Fu Wanqing shook the sword in the hands of the man in black. The man in black's swordsmanship is heavy and clumsy, like Taishan is overwhelming, and he can't go head-on when he wants to deal with him.

Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Goushuang Xueming. The silver saddle illuminates the white horse, rustling like a meteor. This is the sword style of the Chivalrous Villa, light and handy, and every move avoids the strength of the man in black. A sigh came, and the man in black suddenly retracted his sword. Before Fu Wanqing's sword pierced him, he had already swept out of the hall from the flying body.

Fu Wanqing didn't chase, she took out the flint and lit the candle.

There were a few drops of bright red blood on the red gauze curtain, which was soggy. Fu Wanqing looked up and down at Yushengyan, and saw that there was no trace of the wound on her body, and then let out a sigh of relief, and said: "Who is the man in black? His sword gives me a powerful Feeling of oppression."

"The one who killed me." Yu Shengyan answered faintly, "It's a person in your Baidao martial arts forest. When he left, he used the Great Mistake Step."

"It's him! I didn't expect his martial arts to be in such a situation." Fu Wanqing sneered: "Pretending to be a hero of the White Dao, I always want to do something beneficial to the martial arts, but secretly I don't know what he did. Cruel enough to mutilate the righteous brother."

Yu Shengyan looked at the debris on the ground and sighed: "Perhaps. People have been led to the Bishui Church by you. What do you want to do next?"

"Why do you care about these things?" Fu Wanqing snorted and laughed.

Yu Shengyan curled his eyebrows and said: "Too much killing is bad after all. I don't understand what you want to do. Since you know that the White Dao knights are powerless to destroy my Bishui Cult, why do you attract them? Let them go, and return my Qianbi Island to a peaceful state."

"It won't be quiet." Fu Wanqing smiled lightly, "Those who died on your Qianbi Island, they have brothers, parents, children, and friends. They will come to take revenge, and they will obey Fu Hui's instructions. Come to take revenge. This is no longer something that can be ended by returning the'Jade Guanyin'. The people of the rivers and lakes hate you Clearwater Sect, and now they will hate it even more."

Fu Wanqing was not a good person, she had already explained to Yu Shengyan from the beginning. She trapped Yushengyan by her side at the beginning, and she had the purpose of using it. She stretched out her hand to caress Yushengyan's frowning brows, and smiled: "I said, in three months, I will remove the Bishui Sect and the Baidao Alliance. You should be indifferent to these things as before. Yushengyan, you know, I will not change any mind for others, even if you persuade me in my ear."

Yushengyan smiled and asked, "Ms. Fu is so confident?"

Fu Wanqing nodded, smiled arrogantly, and said, "The Baidao Alliance has already been ruined. Guo Ju is my person. As for the Tianji Gate, the two brothers are of no use. Gu Yu has taken control of the affairs in the gate. There are three remaining families, the old man and Yang Yifei have grievances in their hearts, and they point to the head of the Cang faction, huh..."

"For the Bishui Sect, Master Jade, don't you know that the two envoys in your teaching have been fighting secretly?"

It is true that Yu Shengyan does not know these things. Although she is the leader, she is probably not as good as Fu Wanqing in understanding the things in the Bishui Sect. Zuo Shi Wei Xian is a very strange man to her, and Lou Kexin would be nothing more than a nodding acquaintance if it weren't for the relationship between the teacher and sister.

"Yushengyan." Fu Wanqing called out suddenly, and she smiled, "Why don't you pass me the position of leader, I am more suitable to be the leader of this demon cult than you."

A full smile hung on Fu Wanqing's face, and a trace of sly flicked across her eyes, as if she was telling the truth, or as if she was telling a joke. Yushengyan glanced at her faintly, and nodded in response: "Okay." She has never cared about this position of leader, and staying here is just living here as a child. In fact, it represents a token of the status of the leader. She had already given it to Fu Wanqing.

"The answer is really refreshing." Fu Wanqing shook her head and chuckled lightly, "One side is the eldest lady of Chivalry Villa, the other is the leader of the demon cult, and... Oh, I can't handle it. This demon leader. You should keep the position for yourself, so even from the standpoint of identity, we are a perfect match."

"Yeah." Yu Shengyan nodded, and pulled down Fu Wanqing's hand that was making trouble on her face.

Fu Wanqing snorted, somewhat dissatisfied. Her eyes turned a few times, and she leaned on Yu Shengyan's body and smiled softly: "I just heard you tell your senior sister that it is late at night, is our Master Yu ready to go to bed?" Fu Wanqing smiled extremely Presumptuous, like a delicate flower in full bloom. She has been rubbing slowly with her hands on Yu Shengyan's waist, and she can feel the scorching temperature through a layer of clothes.