The Beauty’s Blade

Where does Fu Wanqing want to go? Where will she appear? This has never been a plan. She may appear anywhere as long as she is happy. She used to walk alone, she was a group of fire that no one dared to easily provoke, but now, there is a piece of cold ice beside her. The two people collided together, as if they merged two completely different breaths, and a delicate balance appeared.

Fu Wanqing was actually not that scary anymore, and those who saw her thought secretly in their hearts.

But it would be a big mistake to think that Fu Wanqing is no longer Fu Wanqing. People who provoke Fu Wanqing still have no good end, just like now, four or five people lying on the ground covering their wounds and crying.

This is a ruined temple, and before it gets dark, a bonfire is already burning.

Although Fu Wanqing was smiling, to those people, she was undoubtedly Shura who came out of hell. The hot breath of the campfire forced their sweat out, but their hearts seemed to be thrown in the ice cellar, very cold. It's not that they don't want to escape, but that they are enveloped by Fu Wanqing's breath, and there is no chance at all.

The person who was the least injured cast his eyes on Yu Shengyan, who closed his eyes and calmed his mind. He clenched his fists, knowing that he could only fight to the death. This cold beauty with Fu Wanqing is not like her maid, but like someone close to her. After contacting the rumors on the rivers and lakes many days ago, he determined that Yu Shengyan was Fu Wanqing's confidant and her sweetheart. With a negative smile on his lips, he turned himself into a light of a sword and slashed towards Yu Shengyan's body.

Fu Wanqing's expression was lazy, she didn't move at all.

This man suddenly became desperate, not because he had miscalculated Leng Woman's position in Fu Wanqing's heart, but because of the suffocating terrifying power that suddenly came from this Leng Woman. This cold woman's martial arts has reached the state of transformation, so she can completely converge her inner breath, looking like an ordinary person who does not know martial arts. The man thought he was going to die, but he did not expect that he just fell back to where he was, and his injuries did not worsen. It takes a moment to go from despair to cheering, and it is also a moment to fall back from surprise to the abyss of despair. Fu Wanqing didn't make a move, she just said three words, which made the faces of several men on the ground pale.

Fu Wanqing smiled and called out: "Yu Sheng Yan."

What does the simple three words "Yushengyan" represent in the magic sect? It is the leader of the Bishui Sect, the supreme authority that cannot be violated, just like Fu Hui's position in the Baidao Alliance, no, even higher.

These injured life chances were immediately extinguished, not by Fu Wanqing, but by themselves. Fu Wanqing deliberately let them go, but who made them disciples of Heishan Church of Bishui Sect? In order to avenge the so-called Four Rats in the Black Mountain, they rushed into the leader of the Bishui Sect who exists as a god. The rules of Bishui Sect are strict and no one is allowed to violate it.

Fu Wanqing looked at the stiff people on the ground and sighed softly: "It's so stupid, so pitiful. Why don't they think you are a fake person?"

Yu Shengyan didn't say a word, but she had already made a secret decision in her heart, and she would change some of the rules when she returned.

Fu Wanqing's eyes lingered on Yu Shengyan for a while, stretched out a hand towards her, and smiled lightly: "Go."

This **** and dirty land, Fu Wanqing couldn't stay anyway.

There are killings in the rivers and lakes at all times, and the enemy who seeks the door, or the enemy who walks on the road, can't get her Fu Wanqing's eyes.

The bamboo whistle reverberated on this bleak Qiuyuan, the fluttering grass was mournful, and the far away wild geese changed their queues, leaving behind a babble call. Fu Wanqing tightened her clothes tightly, she looked towards the vast distance, and a little loneliness grew in her heart. At this moment, she suddenly wanted to hold Yushengyan's hand tightly, but now, she still couldn't let go of her own pride.

Lin'an Mansion is a good place.

Thirty miles away from the terrace, I don't know where to find the lonely mountain.

In West Lake, it is suitable to watch snow; in Gushan, it is suitable to watch plum.

It's just that there is no snow, no plum blossoms, only a cluster of bleak reeds, lightly blowing in the autumn wind.

Fu Wanqing's decision to go south was an instant decision, but when she arrived at Lin'an Mansion, she didn't want to leave.

Chivalry Villa is far away, while Qianbi Island is very close.

Fu Wanqing doesn't like drinking or tea, but she likes to play with all kinds of small and exquisite cups.

There are many towers on the side of the West Lake. From the Accord on the second floor, it is a lake and mountains.

The mists of the mountains and rivers are different in the four seasons, but this autumn mountain is as clear as makeup.

Fu Wanqing sighed gently, and she smiled and asked, "Do you know where is the most interesting place in Lin'an Mansion?"

Yu Shengyan shook his head.

Fu Wanqing smiled clearly, she put her hand on Yu Shengyan's left shoulder, turned around, and sat on her lap. The hand hooked Yushengyan's neck, and his lips were put on the cup that Yushengyan was holding, and he took a sip.

Fu Wanqing has a very strange temperament. She doesn't want things that others have touched, but sometimes, she is not that strange.

Licking her lips, she was like a lazy cat, comfortably nestled in Yu Shengyan's arms. Few women seduce women, but Fu Wanqing did so. She continued: "Lin'an Mansion, the most famous one is Chunfeng Yixiaolou, Yushengyan, would you like to go and see with me?"

It seems to be an inquiry, but Fu Wanqing has already made a decision.

In order to act cheaply, both men changed into men's clothing.

A good pair of handsome boys, hot like fire and cold like swords.

Chunfeng Yixiaolou is not beside the busiest West Lake, but in a remote alley. On one side of the alley are the dilapidated huts and the scrawny people, and the other side is also the rich and powerful.

Suddenly, this Chunfeng Lane became congested.

It was a group of people in rags who surrounded several girls in pink clothes.

"The Promise Empress is here to give something again!"

"Wuji Empress Thousand Years!"

The tearful poor man folded his hands and couldn't kneel. If in other places, no one cares what they are doing, but they are stuck in Chunfeng Alley.

The young son called Xiaosi forward to inquire, and heard the name of Empress Wuji, eight out of ten people retired, and the remaining two points were either drunks or backers.

"It doesn't matter if you start with those pink girls, but if you hit the people in the alley, they will be done." The viewer shook his head and sighed, obviously familiar with all of this.

"Wuji Empress, Wuji Palace, I can't afford it, I can't afford it."

"When did this Promise Palace emerge? Say it is a wicked sect, but it prefers to be kind and benevolent, and it is very popular among the people. If it is said to be a righteous way, it is not a small number of decent sects destroyed in the hands of the Promise Palace. That's it."

"The lord of the Promise Palace is a mysterious figure, even Bai Xiaosheng can't find out!"

"What do you do with so much? Anyway, it's none of our business, can't you not afford it, can't you hide it?"

Fu Wanqing listened to the gossip in the crowd, and put the fan in her hands together. She squinted her eyes, a few smiles slowly appeared on her face, and she was also chanting the three words Promise Palace silently.

A burst of petals splashed into the air, as if spring had come again. The sound of the flute and the pipa intertwined, and a sedan chair flew out from the alley. The four little girls who carried the sedan chair looked like masters both inside and outside. As the sedan chair went away, the floral fragrance gradually faded.

"Who is in the sedan chair?"

"Of course it is the Wuji Empress, but she is not the owner of the Wuji Palace. Although I don't know who the palace owner is, I am sure that the person in the sedan chair is not. The Palace owner of the Wuji Palace should be a 70 or 80 year old man. Hey, there are so many beautiful little ladies in the Promise Palace, he--" Before he finished speaking, the man fell straight down.

In broad daylight, of course, it was not a death, but just a lesson that made him a dumb.

Fu Wanqing turned to Yushengyan and chuckled: "Bishui Sect, Promise Palace, interesting, really interesting."

Yu Shengyan blinked, and said quietly: "The hand that the man showed just now was a combination of Shaolin's "Flower Necklace" and Tang Sect's "Heavenly Girl Scattering Flowers".

Fu Wanqing hummed softly: "Interesting." She paused, then narrowed her eyes and said, "But the most interesting thing is not that, but going to Chunfeng Yixiaolou."

How does Chunfeng Yixiaolou compare to the Golden Cave of Yangzhou Prefecture? No one proposed a comparison, and Chunfeng Yixiaolou did not bother to compare it. Chunfeng Yixiao Building can be Xiaojin Cave, but Xiaojin Cave must not be Chunfeng Yixiao Building.

As long as there is silver in Pinjin Cave, Chunfeng Yixiaolou is different. Not only do you have to have talent, but you also have to be decent and talented. Many men pride themselves on being able to enter Chunfeng Yixiaolou, and in order to maintain this honor, they do not hesitate to fight against those who disrupt and disrupt. Over time, no one dared to stray in Chunfeng Yixiaolou.