Zhen Guojiang

Yan Xia returned to the room, he didn't go to bed directly after washing, but sat at the table thinking, he was thinking about what to do next, he thought of Yin Ling, probably the rumors he heard were not groundless, Yin Ling she The force is good, ordinary people can't hurt her, but the Yin Ling I saw today is too embarrassed, maybe she has really experienced fierce battles, and her opponent is definitely not ordinary.

I don't know what Yin Ling came here for, but she persisted in Zhao Canhong's chaotic situation, Yan Xia thought, maybe the Buddha Tu will be in chaos again in the next few days.

He unconsciously pursed the corner of his mouth, thinking that the recent turmoil in the Buddha could not be calmed down easily, and Gong Huan encountered so many things when he first became a venerable, it was really a test for him.

Yan Xia took out the treasure map, these are the two he had saved in his hand, and the remaining one was in Jing Minghong's hands, and the other was in the capital. Yan Xia thought again about how to get the treasure map together, Jing Minghong He is very concerned about the treasure map, and he can go to the capital as long as he releases the news. For Yan Xia now, it is not so difficult to get the treasure map from Jing Minghong's hands.

Yan Xia thought for a while, and it seemed that everything was within her expectations. After thinking about nothing, she slowly got up, lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

The sun is shining, and the sun is rising.

Yin Ling was placed in a guest room, she was still asleep, and Sang Wei was taking care of her. Sang Wei looked at Yin Ling's face covered by the veil, and didn't know whether to lift it up. Although they were both women, Yin Ling Aya belongs to the saintess of Zhaocanhong, and Zhaocanhong does not have the rules for saintesses to cover their veils. After all, the last saints did not wear veils.

But Yin Ling was blinded. In the few times Sang Wei and Yin Ling met, Yin Ling never took off her veil, not even once when she was alone.

So Sang Wei was a little bit tangled, after all her senior sister was also wearing a veil, it seemed that it was because of her family, her senior sister Sang Le was always covered with a veil, and she didn't let her see Sang Le's appearance until she had a heart-to-heart relationship with Sang Wei.

Because of the lessons learned by her senior sister, Sang Wei was very entangled, thinking about how to wipe her face, she tilted her head and paced back and forth for a long time, finally made a decision, finally decided, so be it, don’t pick it off, just wipe her face Wipe your eyebrows.

She soaked the handkerchief, and wiped it off from her forehead, but the more she wiped it, the more she felt that something was wrong. Sang Wei always felt that she had seen these eyebrows somewhere before.

Before she could remember, Yin Ling suddenly opened her eyes. There was no trace of sleepiness in her eyes, only a sudden soberness.

Sang Wei's hand stopped instantly, she felt that the posture at this time was a bit awkward, Yin Ling was lying here, and her hand held a wet square towel under her eyes, her fingertips touched her face, And because the square scarf was too wet, Yin Ling's veil became a little wet. Seeing that a piece of Yin Ling's veil was wet, Sang Wei suddenly broke away from the embarrassment, and apologized one after another: "I just want to Wipe your face."

Yin Ling didn't care about these things, she just got up slowly, there was no turmoil in her words, and there was no hoarseness from yesterday, and her voice became much better, "I was too surprised."

She looked at Sang Wei, at the moment Sang Wei's eyes were very clear, reflecting her face, and her smile was apologetic and very sincere.

After Yin Ling put on her shoes, Sang Wei asked, "Are you hungry? I'll bring you a meal." She went out straight away after speaking.

Yin Ling looked at her reckless figure leaving, and felt a little envious for some reason.

When Sang Wei left, she was too hasty and forgot to close the door. The sunlight was so soft that it shone in through the crack of the door. Even though she was inside the door, Yin Ling could feel the breeze coming in from the door, carrying the fragrance of flowers and plants outside, curling up. Catching a cold makes people feel comfortable, but it also makes people sober.

She felt that the internal energy in her body was gradually becoming full, and she was no longer in a weak state like yesterday. She gradually recovered her internal energy, and her body improved a lot. She looked at the door, and the open door was leaking sunlight. She suddenly remembered The warmth of Sang Wei's hand when she wiped her face on her forehead just now, she walked slowly without making a sound, gradually bathed in the sun, and came to the door frame.

She leaned against the door frame, her gaze gradually became extremely soft, the sun was shining on her body, it was so warm, she thought silently in her heart.

The warmth seemed to give her the strength to persevere, she opened her eyes, and was startled suddenly, as if she had fallen from a high altitude, and fell hard to the ground.

Opposite her, Sang Le stood there for an unknown how long.

She smiled wryly in her heart, how could she not see Sang Le where there was Sang Wei, after all they were always inseparable, but she would rather see Sang Wei than Sang Le, they were like two extremes, the existence of Sang Le Always remind yourself how small you are.

Yin Ling spoke first. After all, she couldn't wait until Sang Le spoke. If she waited like this, Sang Wei would never speak again. Yin Ling knew that Sang Le rarely took the initiative to say anything other than Sang Wei's supplements. Even when it's just the two of you alone.

"Miss Sang Le, you've been there for a long time, I'm really ashamed." Yin Ling didn't speak loudly, but she knew that Sang Le could hear her.

Sang Le didn't move any expression on her face at all, she could only feel the ethereal voice under her veil: "When Sang Wei is here, I will be here."

With guilt in Yin Ling's eyes, she smiled bitterly and said, "Thank you."

Sang Le lowered her eyes, Yin Ling's eyes were very good, she could clearly see that Sang Le's eyelashes were stretched, as if they were touching Yin Ling, her half-closed eyes seemed to cover all the secrets, making her eager to I want to know what people like Sang Le are thinking, "Are you looking down on me?"

Yin Ling herself was frightened when she said this, she didn't know why, she would speak out her heart so bluntly.

Sang Le raised his eyes, showing some doubts, "Why did the saint say that?"

Yin Ling suddenly had nothing to say, she couldn't express the dark thoughts hidden in her heart, she didn't want to say that she was jealous of Sang Le, she was obviously the best female disciple in both sects, but Sang Le would always be that kind The noble appearance that everything doesn't care about, but she is struggling hard in the mud.

She first came out of the martial arts back then, as a woman, people in the martial arts always compared her with Sang Wei Sang Le, she didn't think much of it at the time, but the gap between her and Sang Le became bigger and bigger as she got there.

Yin Ling always wears gorgeous red clothes, Sang Le always wears ethereal white clothes, Yin Ling covers her face with red gauze, Sang Le white gauze covers her face, Yin Ling fights freely, but Sang Le will never pull out that sword easily.

There are more and more rumors about martial arts, to the point that even Yin Ling heard it and cared about it. At that time, she would think of Sang Le. Was she like herself, holding down the hopes of the whole sect, like a thick rock, no matter what? No matter how you push it, you can't move it.

Later she met Sang Le, it was a very coincidence, in fact, she met Sang Wei first, Sang Wei was in the middle of a martial arts competition, Yin Ling saw that she was a little bit eager for skills, after all, she had not competed with female disciples from other sects except her fellow sects You must pass the martial arts.

So in the end, when Sang Wei defeated those people, Yin Ling came out. She was wearing a red dress and red gauze, which was too conspicuous. In other words, she was the only one in the martial arts world who was dressed in red, so she came out. At that moment, others recognized who she was, Yin Ling, the red maiden.

Sang Wei was a little surprised, she didn't expect someone with a reputation similar to her senior sister to appear in front of her unexpectedly.

Sang Wei came quickly and loves fighting, so she made an appointment with Yin Ling to fight. Yin Ling was surprised. She didn't expect that Bishui Qingxiao, who has always regarded herself as elegant, would have such a belligerent person like Sang Wei, so she agreed naturally. up.

After their competition, Yin Ling lost half a move. Back then, her saintly martial arts skills were not yet perfect, and Sang Wei was quite a genius in martial arts. Although she was not as good as the No. 1 in the world like Xi Zhen, she was not an ordinary martial artist. can resist.

And Yin Ling's martial arts is very strange, she was not very good at that time, and her martial arts has not yet reached a great level, but there is a natural barrier between her unsatisfactory martial arts and her great achievements.

So Yin Ling back then was not as strong as the rumors, and Yin Ling didn't want to pass it on like this, but the rumors spread too fast, and before Yin Ling clarified, her reputation had spread all over the martial arts world, and she was even compared with Sang Le After a while.

She was first out of the martial arts at that time, and the martial arts people would always be less aggressive because she was a woman, so they also created an illusion for herself that she might be able to stand with Sang Le, so he easily agreed to Sang Wei's competition .

Then she was defeated, only half a move away, but she slapped herself hard in the face, because Yin Ling could feel that Sang Wei let the water go, Sang Wei didn't use all her strength, but Yin Ling did her best.

She held the whip in her hand fiercely. Sang Wei didn't want to embarrass Yin Ling too much, so she covered it up for her. At that time, she was grateful to Sang Wei, because Sang Wei didn't let her continue to embarrass her, and then Sang Le came out She just watched Sang Wei obediently staying behind her like a little follower, very obedient, at that moment, although no one beat her, her face hurt hotly.

Afterwards, she went back, practiced martial arts hard, and finally reached a great achievement, but when she left the customs, the rumors she heard changed. It was no longer a red and white female knight, but by the side of Sangle, there would always be There was Sang Wei who was with her, and at that moment, the thick jealousy kept entangled her, making her unable to breathe, as if she was drowning under the surface of a lake, unable to float no matter how hard she struggled.

These suppressed her, so that she only dared to use the rough techniques before entering the customs to play with the whip, and the non-brightness was using the unique ability of the saint—the profound illusion and swordsmanship.

Yin Ling was a little embarrassed thinking about what she said to Sang Le. After all, maybe Sang Le didn't take her seriously at all, but she asked Sang Le that she might look down on her.

She didn't know how to explain it, it was just a bitterness that she kept hiding in her wild thoughts, but she didn't expect to say it inadvertently.

She could only falter and say: "I always think you are very powerful, and a little person like me may never be your friend."

Sang Le's gaze gradually became sharper, like a sharp knife that was sharpened, completely throwing away Yin Ling in front of her, leaving a person who couldn't hide and full of secrets in front of Sang Le.

Sang Le's voice was very slow and solemn, which made people somewhat convincing, but the last words seemed to be somewhat incomprehensible to Yin Ling. I'm afraid there are less than [-] martial arts people who can defeat the saint, and not everyone can pass that hell."

"The last ghost gate, what is that?" Yin Ling murmured, before Sang Le could answer her question, Sang Wei came back.