Chapter 82: Fanwaizhiqingqingqiu (贰)

Chonghua Jingying Forest, no one speaks, but Yu Qingfeng is soaring, and a bit of Ling Ran rises.
Suddenly, a touch of apricot flashed, like a wild goose spreading its wings and flying through the sky, shuttled in the dense forest.
After a short while, the wind suddenly rose like a flat ground, rolled up clusters of fallen leaves, and instantly formed a large leaf nest. The strong wind entangled the surface, emitting a low hissing sound of "hissing". The leaf nest exploded and turned into a flying leaf, but the center of the enthusiasm showed a Zoran apricot shirt, which was not dusty, and was not stained. It was more than one third of the white lotus that was not stained with mud latest chapter.
Looking intently, the apricot was clearly a gentle and elegant girl, and she held a thick-edged wide-backed sword with one hand, which was even more burly than her size.
Looking at the entire Chonghua Sword School, the only female disciple who will use such an epee is Ye Zhiqiu, who is under the head of the seat.
It seems that the palm of white porcelain is crossed with the black condensed hilt, forming a sharp contrast, but it is indescribable fit, as if the endless sharpness of power is revealed from this slender arm, such as the finger to control the ground This puppet sword.
The girl's eyebrows looked calm, her eyes were spring-like, her eyes narrowed slightly, as if she was realizing the unrelenting sword intention, and she seemed to just feel the fresh and pleasant pine wind in the forest.
Abrupt changes suddenly.
A practising obliquely pierced obliquely, revealing the cold and cold atmosphere that could not be ignored, and the direction was exactly her chest-acupuncture point-on closer inspection, this practising white was a soft whip more than three feet long, with a row of streaks. It shows that it should be a rare white python before its death.
The girl in the Xingshan shirt did not look the same. The black big sword was free to block, and the wrist was flexed a few times, but the python whip was wrapped around the sword body at an incredible angle, teaching the attacker to escape.
There was a gentle smile on the lips, and a little bit of Qin reached the bottom of the eye, predicting the glory of the city that will soon be obsessed with the future: "Oh, Yaner, you are naughty again."
Looking down the white python whip, it was a red dress that was as brazen as a fire.
Wrapped in a red skirt, there was a girl carved in pink and jade, but she saw a frosty expression on her delicate face, but her eyes were a little angry: "liar!"
He couldn't pull back the soft whip restrained by the other side, and the silver teeth nibbled lightly. The other hand gathered a crystal ball of ice and snow, and threw it towards the Xingshan Maid.
There was a touch of surprise in her eyes, and she immediately climbed up to the corner of her mouth in doubt. She stretched her hands flat, her fingers spread slightly, and a palm film condensed in her palm. It seemed to be thin, but she could block the opponent's menacing ice hockey easily.
Pulling the soft whip hard with the other hand, the girl at the other end was brought into her arms and hugged tightly. The intensity was not small or small, but it did not make the other person feel pain, but it also taught her to break free.
Ye Zhiqiu sincerely looked into the eyes of the girl in red than she was even more angry, and asked softly, "Yan Er, when did I lie to you?"
"Huh!" Leng Yan glanced at her expressionlessly, counting with her fingers, "You promised to take me to the town under the mountain last month to drink flowers and wine; last month you promised to take me to the neon valley Butterfly; last month ... "
The frost on the little face weighed a point every time he said it, and Ye Zhiqiu's forehead was sweating faintly: It turned out that she had promised her so many impolite demands, but none of them fulfilled ... ...
"Also, the most important thing ..." Leng Yan took a sip, Yan Hong's lips bit a white mark, and she saw Ye Zhiqiu felt a little distressed, and secretly decided: No matter what excessive requirements Yan Er puts forward, they must be satisfied. she was!
"When did you come to my house to propose a marriage?" Leng Yan glared at her, flushed, but not shy but angry.
"This ... uh ..." Ye Zhiqiu froze for a moment, looking helplessly, wondering how to answer.
"After all, you're lying to me." Leng Yan was still the expressionless exquisite little face, but Ye Zhiqiu felt that the water mist in her eyes was condensed, as if she was about to cry in the next second.
My heart was soft, and if I agreed, I would exit, but I stopped again.
Thinking of two very different faces, one cold and one hot, Ye Zhiqiu's fiery heart faded again, and her eyes turned, a soft smile tingling at the corner of her mouth, watching Leng Yan's eyes focused and soft: "Yan Er, Do n’t you want to go down the mountain? I begged the Master to give me three months to go down the mountain to practice and take you out for fun? "
"It's not the Supreme King." Leng Yan's dark and bright eyes stared straight at her, with purple halo flowing under her eyes, beautiful, "Three months is too short, at least three years."
"... Your way." Ye Zhiqiu smiled helplessly, but could no longer afford the price of the headache to persuade the master who refused to eat a little bit of loss, just under the little girl's shallow smile, her heart fainted. The soft and warm feeling was opened, like a warm little hand gripping the heart lake, and the ripples suddenly started, and he could never return to the calm of the past.
She shook her head and left Master's inscrutable smile on her head before leaving the house. Ye Zhiqiu was reluctant to think about how the master who had always been so detached looked at himself so seriously, throwing a sentence of "good self-righteousness" and allowed him to go down the mountain for three years. Traveled holidays.
Specially prepared a few sets of clothing for ordinary young men, still dressed as men's clothing, in recent years, the figure has risen a lot, but fortunately this loose robe, but it will cover her second sexuality.
After clarifying the broken hair on the side, although it was a daughter-like gesture, she did it with a sense of elegance and elegance—Ye Zhiqiu did not realize that many women were secretly looking at her, but she was calm and peaceful. The ground-bearing hand stood quietly at the intersection agreed with Leng Yan, and despite the noise and enthusiasm surrounding it, people came and went, but they were on their own, peaceful and distant.
She admired the scenery of the market as a painting, but she did not know that in the eyes of others, she was the most beautiful scenery.
From a distance, I saw her in the crowd-only she could be seen-Leng Yan in a black brocade gazed at her for a while, then suppressed the joy that suddenly burst into her heart, Mai With steady steps, step by step towards Ye Zhiqiu.
Strolled to her side, pulled out a folding fan with jade bone and silk surface from the waist side, unfolded elegantly, and slightly fanned: "Brother Ye, wait a long time."
The soft voice is not yet childish, and she was born with a three-pointer and tenderness, which was actually differently when she deliberately lowered it.
After seeing her outfit, Ye Zhiqiu smiled before she spoke, and when she was in the picture, she jumped out of the background, making people look bright, as if the whole world was brought to life by this smile, "Yaner."
Her voice is no longer clear as a teenager, and becomes softer as she grows older, with a distinctive charm.
"Call me an official." A wink of Leng Yan's affection was a kind of childishness to the serious little face, which was arousing affection.
"Let's go, my little official." She shaved her nose funny, Ye Zhiqiu took her hand and walked slowly towards the gate of the city.
"... Hmm." Dissatisfied with the perfunctory attitude of the other side, Leng Yan froze, and reluctantly followed her steps-Ruyu's earlobe quietly turned red, like a plump cherry, teaching people to think straight Hold it in one bite.
Out of Chaohua Town, the two went in the direction of Lingzhou Liuzhou—the hometown of Ye Zhiqiu's mother.
"Yan ... keke, um, official," Ye Zhiqiu stiffly smiled and changed his words under the cold Yan's compulsion, "How did Ling Zun agree to let you travel?"
Is it because Master said hello to his old man? No, the coldest person is most conceited. It can be said that the six relatives did not recognize him. Master said that the two knew each other is just a transaction, so-Master's statement was excluded.
Is it because I am assured of my character and cultivation, so I am happy to see my daughter meet me?
Alas, it is quite possible to think of it this way ... Ye Zhiqiu nodded in contemplation.
Seeing Leng Yan playing with the folding fan in his hand, he said casually, "Oh, he didn't agree."
"What?" Ye Zhiqiu stopped abruptly, looking at the men's girl who was a little shorter than her by half, and had a bad feeling in her heart.
"I fainted the niece and the guard slipped out." Leng Yan's words shattered her last wish, "You can rest assured, I have a book to tell him that the martial arts changed the full text."
Dad, I eloped with Xiaoye, not looking for me; I will come back to see you when I have time. Sincerely, Yaner.
At that time, after finishing the official business, he returned to the study and saw the note left by Leng Yan. The master of the magic gate was so angry that he sat on the four walls of the study.
"Negative girl." Leng Yan reprimanded, and commanded his subordinates, "Hold down the order, use all the staff to catch the lady back!"
In front of the most prestigious restaurant Qunying Pavilion in Liuzhou, Ye Zhiqiu stared incredulously at Lianyan: "Elopement? Did you really tell your father this way?"
"Um." Leng Yan raised her long eyelashes, wondering why she reacted so much.
"Well." My life was off-Ye Zhiqiu smiled bitterly, but in the face of Leng Yan's tender little face, she couldn't get angry anyway.
"Why, wouldn't you want to elope with me?" Realizing that her expression was not joyful, the girl's eyes were cold, and a faint purple came out. "You want to bear me?"
Thinking about it this way, the girl's heart is cold, and her snow-like face is even colder—small leaves, if you lose me, I will kill you and commit suicide!
"If Jun is ruthless, the jade burns!" The jade fracture fan in her hand pressed against Ye Zhiqiu's slender neck.
He sighed secretly, Ye Zhiqiu held the cold and cool fingertips, and a helpless smile showed a pamper: "Who taught you this?" This decisive temperament is like her. Her words were harsh and ruthless.
"... That's what the fox fairy in the book said the other day." Abandoning his head, he didn't take back the fingertips being held-Ye Zhiqiu's hands were warm and soft, wrapped in her palms. Then, the iron ironing splattered to the bottom of her heart and taught her to let go.
"Yaner ..." Ye Zhiqiu opened his mouth, but he stopped talking.
-What did you say?
You and I are women, can't fall in love?
Her master Shen Guihong said long ago: gender is not a problem, age is not a gap, true love is boundless!
Although she didn't quite understand it, she also knew that this meant that women could not fall in love.
So ... you and I are different, different ways?
I did n’t see her as a mysterious master, and she still came to me in the back, doing a transaction that was not even clear to her as a preacher?
Why should she reject her role model?
Furthermore, ask yourself, does she really want to reject ...
Ye Zhiqiu, a young and up-to-date young man, is thinking hard.
"I'm hungry." Leng Yan didn't bother her in thought, holding her in her hand and walking into a bustling, bustling facade.
"Well." Ye Zhiqiu, who was thinking deeply, didn't notice that Leng Yan pulled her away from the original restaurant Qunying Pavilion, but just followed it obediently.
Two young girls, one tall and one short, posing as men's clothing, walked into the building opposite to Qunying Pavilion—the three hot-stamped characters of
Qunfang Pavilion
were stained with peach blossoms, showing a bit of scent.
As we all know, the Qunfang Pavilion is the first-class ... qinglou.
The author has something to say: Since everyone strongly asks me to let go, so okay ~~
I had to write it down, but I drank some wine today and my head was a little dizzy ...
It ’s okay, please look forward to the third part of Fanfan, you want everything in it, haha ​​~~ 2k novel reading network