The Beauty’s Blade

The Zhong brothers did not understand, but the people in the rivers and lakes suddenly understood.

"What does this mean? Yu'er, you?" Zhong Shixiu stared at Gu Yu blankly.

Gu Yu stood up abruptly and smiled coldly: "Do you want me to call you brother to understand? Zhong Tian, ​​that sad man! What kind of decent hero is he? Yes, only his kind can give birth to You two are useless!"

Gu Yu's mother was not Zhong Tian's original wife, she was just a woman who was unlucky enough to live in the dust. After she met Zhong Tian, ​​that misfortune became more violent. Zhong Tian is not a good man, nor is he a good father. Mrs. Zhong is very beautiful, but when he saw Gu Yu's mother, he still lost his heart, or he was just obsessed with beauty. Mrs. Gu has only Zhong Tian a man who can rely on, and Zhong Tian has many, many women who can be gentle.

What is true? What is fake? As if struck by thunder, the Zhong brothers stepped back, unbelievable. Their eyes were violently open, like copper bells, and the veins of their hands were already violent. Even so, Zhong Shixiu squeezed out an ugly smile and asked, "Yu'er, you are laughing, right?"

Gu Yu hated Zhong Tian. She was not instigated to make a noise in the mourning hall. The bangs she knocked in front of the mourning hall can be regarded as an explanation. When the head is knocked out, the grace of life is over. It is a strong hatred that cannot be removed. As cold as an ice cave, Zhong Shixiu shivered under Gu Yu's hateful eyes.

"Zhong Tian is lustful, and his two sons are also lustful. Have you seen these martial arts warriors? These two men fought to fight for their own sister. The two wanted to rebel against their relationship and get married with their own sister. Yeah!" It seemed that the Zhong brothers were not stimulated enough, Gu Yu raised his head and smiled viciously. "You said, the sect master of this heavenly secret gate, should I or should I not be?"

With a gray face and bleak eyes, Zhong Shiling sank to the ground, while Zhong Shixiu seemed to have lost his soul. There were some tears in his eyes, and suddenly he clutched his head and screamed, pulling Zhong Shiling up. Rushed towards the heavy snow. How could the Zhong brothers care about the guidance of the quack? But this time, they fled. All the infatuation is nothing but a mere spectacle, but a vicious revenge plan by others.

Gu Yu won, she laughed happily, but she smiled and tears flowed out again. She pulled up her sleeve and stared at the scars on her wrist. The Zhong brothers ran away, Zhong Tian was dead, and his mother was no longer there. He was a lonely person from beginning to end.

The mountain was covered by heavy snow, and the vast expanse was seen from a distance.

On the winding mountain road, a carriage moved slowly.

"Miss, the carriage can't pass, a little further ahead, it's Ten Thousand Flower Valley." The coachman jumped off the carriage and said to the person in the carriage.

"Yeah." A hand stretched out from the curtain.

With the cold wind blowing on his face, Fu Wanqing shrank and sighed while looking at the vast mountains.

After a few ups and downs, the red shadow quickly sank into a piece of white snow.

A faint smell of herbal medicine came from the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, Fu Wanqing curled her eyebrows and looked forward. The wind chimes swayed gently, seeming to welcome the guests. The two small wooden houses are connected with a medicine garden on both sides. At this time, there are no colorful flowers, only the white snow. It was very cold and silent here, except for the wind ringing, there was no other movement. Fu Wanqing hugged Yu Shengyan and knocked on the door. Her internal strength followed Yu Shengyan's wrist to transmit her physical strength, but Fu Wanqing's own body was about to freeze, shivering constantly in the strong wind. Almost until he was impatient, Fu Wanqing thought about breaking in. Then he heard a squeak and a woman in purple came out of the house.

Fu Wanqing glanced at her and asked with a smile: "You are a genius doctor? You can't cure your own eyes, can you heal other people?" Even with a smile on her face, Fu Wanqing is cold. , Is aggressive, like the heavy snow that suddenly begins to fly again.

There was a gentle smile on the woman's face, which was not changed by Fu Wanqing's attitude. She turned sideways and let Fu Wanqing into the cabin. There were all kinds of bottles and jars on the cabinet, as well as half-pounded herbs, which at least looked much more reliable than those quack doctors. Fu Wanqing did not speak any more, her eyes sank, and she put Yushengyan on a clean bed.

The woman passed Fu Wanqing without asking anything. She sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to catch Yu Shengyan's pulse.

Looking around and asking, Fu Wanqing knew this, but she didn't understand at all, so she could only stand by and worry about it. As the woman sighed, her heart slowly became heavier. Is it really incomprehensible? Fu Wanqing's face was still calm, even though the woman could not see her expression.

"This is the red silk of the Bishui Sect." The woman stood up, flattened the corners of her skirt, and sighed.

Fu Wanqing nodded and said, "Yes."

The woman opened her mouth and said: "It's not incomprehensible. It abolished all of her skills, or abolished all of your skills, which one would you choose?"

Fu Wanqing chuckled softly, and said coldly, "None of the two."

There was a smile on the woman’s face, and she nodded and said, “You gave her a lot of detoxification medicine, but these medicines are mutually reinforcing or inhibiting. She didn’t die because your medicine worked. She didn’t. Waking up was also caused by your medicine. Now the toxins in her body have been forced to her heart, and if she is careless, it will penetrate into her heart."

Fu Wanqing frowned and asked, "How to save her?"

The woman replied: "Ghost doctor has 13 injections, but I need you to protect the law for me. No one is allowed to break into the house and disturb."

Let the dignified Miss Fu guard outside the house as a janitor? This is something ordinary people can't even think of, but this woman spoke, and Fu Wanqing nodded in agreement. She didn't worry about what this woman would do to Yu Shengyan, she turned around and walked out of the house. The miserable wind and snow whirled in front of his eyes, and Fu Wanqing grabbed all the fur, still feeling coldly stabbing towards the skin. She once thought that facing the stove, nestled in Yu Shengyan's arms and chuckled softly, but now it is all empty.

Three months is too short, not enough. When Yu Shengyan woke up, she used this life-saving grace to threaten her, and in other words, she would have to mention the deadline for three years or thirty years. Will the two old ladies compete with each other on the cliff? There will be new people appearing in the arena, and the name of the first sword and the first beauty in the arena is gone. Fu Wanqing smiled softly and shook her head again, expelling the thought.

The deserted Wanhua Valley seemed to be annihilated in this heavy snow.

A person wearing a sash, with a sword in her hand, walked slowly towards the cabin. This person didn't come to seek medical treatment. There was a strong murderous in her body. Fu Wanqing noticed it all at once. She jumped and stopped in front of the cold-faced person.

The hat was thrown all over again, and her long, snow-white hair fell away, which did not match the young face. The man stopped, staring at Fu Wanqing and asked coldly: "Who are you from Ye Xueqing?"

Ye Xueqing? So that person is the ghost doctor Ye Xueqing? Fu Wanqing had heard of this name, but she did not expect that she was such a young woman. Moreover, there have long been rumors in the arena that she is already dead and that the ghost doctor has no successor. Fu Wanqing couldn't control those nosy matters, she only knew that Yu Shengyan was saved.

Her eyes sank, she stared at the white-haired woman in front of her, with a playful smile on her lips, she said: "I am the one who stopped you."

The white-haired man suddenly raised his head with a sad expression: "She wants someone to protect the law? The ghost doctor has 13 needles? Didn't she say that this needle method is not needed? Who is she saving! Ye Xueqing!" The white-haired man screamed. This yelling mixed with strong internal force made her voice echoed throughout the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers.

What is her sadness for? Fu Wanqing didn't want to care about what hatred there was between her and Ye Xueqing, she only knew that she had to stop this woman who was on the verge of madness. Snow fell and was stabbed into six petals by the cold sword light. The white-haired woman stretched out her hands and retreated to the back. Fu Wanqing wouldn't give her a chance to draw her sword, her long sword rushed to the face of the white-haired woman. A woman can only push. If she makes other movements, the throat will definitely be pierced by Fu Wanqing.

The snow piled up on the trees on both sides fell rustlingly.

Fu Wanqing's sword spirit grew stronger and stronger.