Looking for plums under the moon

Liu Feimo's tone was frivolous, and his eyes were full of jokes.

Fan Shiyao was so angry that she pulled out her white silk, "Don't even think about it!" trembling, she threw it towards him.

The other party didn't take it seriously, and didn't even draw out the sword in his hand, but only greeted him with the scabbard, allowing Bai Ling to wrap it around it several times, and then pulled it back.

Fan Shiyao only felt that there was an incomparably strong force grabbing the white silk from him, and with a slip of his hand, the white silk had already flown into that person's hands.

"Shi Yao, are you still not willing to go with me?" Liu Feimo threw away the white silk, his tone was soft, as if there was tenderness in it, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

Fan Shiyao responded coldly, "You want me to go with you? Dreaming!"

"Then don't blame me for being ignorant of pity and pity..." Liu Feimo smiled slightly, pressing forward step by step.

"Wait a minute!" Ling Guyue took a step forward, holding a sword in front of Fan Shiyao.

"Ling Guyue?" Liu Feimo paused slightly, stared at him for a while, then drew his sword out of its scabbard with fear, and pointed it at the two of them, "I still have a relationship with your junior brother Shen Luo." Not counting, why? You just delivered it to your door?"

Ling Guyue said: "Liu Feimo, with your martial arts, you rarely meet opponents, and you come from a famous family, but you do such rude things in secret, aren't you afraid that the world will laugh at you?"

Liu Feimo laughed wildly, "As long as the goal is achieved, why bother whether he is on the bright side or secretly? If someone dares to laugh, just goug out his tongue!" As he spoke, his wrist sank, and the sword intent surged, and he shot at several people. Swept over heavily.

Ling Guyue frowned, raised her hand and swung the sword away, but the tiger's mouth was numb from the shock, and she could not help but retreat several steps.

"Brother Ah Ling!" Fan Shiyao screamed, turned around and shouted at Liu Feimo: "Shameless!"

A trace of mockery flashed in Liu Feimo's eyes, and he slashed down with a palm.

Although this palm only used [-]% of his gong power, but the strike was very fast, making it impossible for people to avoid it.

When Fan Shiyao was at his wit's end, someone suddenly pushed her away from behind, but he had no time to dodge, and took the palm abruptly.

"Young Master Lin!"

A mouthful of blood gushed out of Lin Jue's mouth and splashed onto her snow-white dress, like scarlet flowers, shocking.

Fan Shiyao's eyes widened, and in an instant, Lin Jue's usual faces of coughing and smiling with lowered head flashed past her eyes one by one.

……

The young man who fell into the water opened his eyes in a daze, and saw an extremely beautiful woman standing beside the bed, he couldn't help being stunned, "Where is this? You... who are you?"

The woman smiled, "This is Jiaochen Pavilion, and I am from Jiaochen Pavilion."

The young man had a sick look on his face, and he gasped for a long time after saying the last sentence, "Go, go and call your pavilion master, I have something important to do."

The woman blinked, "The pavilion master has not seen outsiders for many years."

The young master frowned in dissatisfaction, and said in a rough voice: "Then...then it's the same to ask your young pavilion master to come."

She pursed her lips and smiled, "Young Pavilion Master doesn't easily meet strangers."

"You won't, ahem... Tell her!" The young master's face was stained with a faint crimson color because of his anger.

"Young Pavilion Master doesn't like to be disturbed."

"You, you girl..." The person on the bed snorted heavily, "If... If you delay important matters, be careful that she will punish you!"

"Master Shaoge is very nice and never punishes people." She had a smile in her eyes, "Why don't you tell me what you want to say, my lord, and I'll see if it's worth going to see Master Shao..."

"I won't tell you!"

At this moment, the blood on Lin Jue's face faded.

Ling Guyue also became nervous, he was already sick, and he didn't have martial arts internal strength to protect his body, how could he withstand Liu Feimo's palm?

"Who are you?" Liu Feimo raised his eyebrows, seeing that Fan Shiyao's face became more and more ugly, he stretched out his hand to grab Lin Jue's throat, lifted him in front of him, and said to her deliberately: "You care about him a lot? "

"Ahem..." Another strand of blood escaped from the corner of Lin Jue's lips.

Fan Shiyao said bitterly: "Let him go!"

"I can let him go, unless you agree to come with me..." Liu Feimo looked at Lin Jue playfully, "This kid is so weak and doesn't know martial arts, how can he compare to me?"

Lin Jue swallowed a mouthful of blood from his throat, and shook his head slightly at Fan Shiyao, "I'm fine...you, hurry up..."

Liu Feimo exerted force on his hands, and Lin Jue was lifted up completely by him, with his toes off the ground, and his expression was painful.

Fan Shiyao clenched her hands tightly, gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, I promise you!"

"Don't..." Lin Jue said with difficulty: "You go, leave me alone..."

"Mr. Lin, you blocked a slap for me just now, and I should pay you back." Fan Shiyao walked up to Liu Feimo, "Let him go."

Seeing that Fan Shiyao wanted to exchange with him, Ling Guyue said coldly: "Liu Feimo, Miss Fan is the young master of Jiaochen Pavilion, you'd better think about the price of this matter."

Liu Feimo said: "Oh? What price do you think I will pay?"

"Senior Cheng Shuang, the master of the Jiaochen Pavilion, has always loved his disciples like his life. Now that you have kidnapped the young master, aren't you afraid of her anger?"

Liu Feimo turned his eyes, "You're right, although that old fellow Cheng Shuang hasn't gone down the mountain for more than ten years, it's really a bit strange that she used the trick of Flying Immortal from Heaven to make many people fall under her white silk." It's hard to deal with..." After thinking for a while, he suddenly smiled, "Forget it, then you can replace him!"

"No!" Lin Jue and Fan Shiyao said at the same time.

Liu Feimo looked at Ling Guyue, and said to himself: "Shiyao and I will have a chance to see each other again in the future. You are different. When I see you, I think of Shen Luo..." His eyes showed a cold look, "Hit me!" How can I have the face to meet my disciples if I don't take revenge in front of so many people!" Liu Feimo pinched Lin Jue with one hand, and pointed at Ling Guyue with a sword in the other, "So... I want you to stay Down."

Lin Jue struggled, choked out another mouthful of blood, and hissed, "No, no!"

Liu Feimo sneered and said, "If you hesitate any longer..." Lin Jue gasped out of breath with a sudden tightening of his hand.

"Okay, I promise you." Ling Guyue said.

Liu Feimo raised the corners of his lips when he heard the words, and put Lin Jue down, but still clasped his wrist.

"Brother Ah Ling!" Fan Shiyao shouted worriedly.

"Ling, Gu, Yue!" Lin Jue covered his heart and stared at him bitterly.

Ling Guyue looked at him, "Brother Lin, you and the young pavilion master should bring the fresh water back to the Jiaochen Pavilion, and you must take good care of the Red Medicine King."

"Ling Guyue... who wants you to be passionate!" Lin Jue coughed, "You, you go! I don't want you to save me!"

Ling Guyue walked slowly to Liu Feimo's side, looked directly at him and said, "I hope Liu Shaoxia will abide by the agreement and let them leave."

The corner of Liu Feimo's mouth raised slightly, "Okay, I will do what I say." As soon as he finished speaking, he pushed Lin Jue out.

Fan Shiyao hurriedly caught Lin Jue, supported him on her shoulder, and said coldly: "Liu Feimo, if you dare to hurt him, Jiaochen Pavilion and Pingchuan will not let you go!"

Liu Feimo returned the sword back to its sheath, and said indifferently: "Then we will wait and see."

Ling Guyue looked back at the two of them, "Don't worry, you two, Liu Shaoxia doesn't care about me, so he won't do anything to me. Please tell my junior brother to be careful." Speaking of the second half of the sentence, her tone softened .

Liu Feimo sneered and raised his chin, "Okay, before I change my mind, you'd better leave, I still have something to say to Ling Shaoxia."

Ling Guyue nodded at the two of them.

Although Fan Shiyao was worried, he could only help Lin Jue to turn around and leave.

Liu Feimo smiled lightly, "Shiyao, there will be a date later."

The corners of Lin Jue’s eyes were red, her throat seemed to have been cut by a knife, she turned her head to stare at Ling Guyue, and said viciously: “Ling Guyue, if something happens to you... I’ll just take the Red Medicine King away, and I won’t leave it to you. Go!"

Ling Guyue smiled, "Brother Lin, don't worry, for the sake of the Red Medicine King, I will definitely go back alive."

After Fan Shiyao and Lin Jue left, there were only two people left in the forest.

With probing eyes in his eyes, Liu Feimo asked, "I heard that your brothers and sisters are not on good terms?"

Ling Guyue said lightly: "Indeed, I was forced out of Pingchuan by him not long ago, so if you want to use me to blackmail him, it is probably a waste of effort."

"Oh? Whether it works or not, I'll know once I try it."

Ling Gu frowned, and suddenly pulled out the Flowing Light Sword. The sword was so cold that it was unstoppable, and stabbed at Liu Feimo's neck with the sound of the wind.

Liu Feimo was surprised at first, then sneered, flicked his fingers away from the sword, put his two fingers together again, and pointed towards Ling Guyue.

Ling Guyue said inwardly that she was not good... She wanted to step back, but her fingertips were already pressing on the two big acupoints on his chest.

bang--

When the Liuguang sword was released, Ling Guyue's eyes darkened and she fell into a coma.

When I woke up, it was already evening.

Ling Guyue was lying on a bed covered by a green veil, looking at the surrounding furnishings, it seemed to be in an inn.The room was extremely quiet, the doors and windows were closed, and there was no lamp.

Fortunately, there are no chains on his body, so he can move freely.

Ling Guyue stabilized her mind, and was about to get up and get out of bed, but suddenly her feet went limp, and she almost fell to the ground, she hurriedly supported the table and cabinet in front of the bed, and then supported her body.

He tried to make a fist, but found that he had no strength at all.

Liu Feimo poisoned me?

Ling Guyue's heart tightened, she hurriedly supported the wall pillar and walked to the window, opened her sleeves, and looked at her arms under the dim light from the window.

The complexion is fair and even, and the color of the blood vessels is also normal. It doesn't seem to be highly toxic, it should be just a drug like Ruanjinsan.

Slightly relieved, he sat back at the table and began to think.

where is this place?

It would be unrealistic for Liu Feimo, who just met in the morning, to arrive at Qiushui Changyuan Gate now.Unless... this is still the ancient city of Pingnan.

Thinking that Shen Luo was still in Pingnan, Ling Guyue pursed her lips unconsciously, it seemed that he wanted to use herself as a bait to lure his junior into the bait...

This person is insidious and cunning, and he is unreasonable, and I don't know if the younger brother can handle it.

However, Shen Luo is a thoughtful person, and he is not an idle person, so he will definitely see through his tricks...

Thinking of this, Ling Guyue felt a little relieved.

But he suddenly realized that it was difficult for Shen Luo to remain calm when it came to matters involving himself.

Covered with white snow, Yunyin Mountain Temple, a waning moon in the sky, just when the drums are beating at dusk.

A young novice brought Suzhai to the door of the Sutra Pavilion, knocked on the door, and called out: "Shen Shaoxia, it's time for dinner."

Shen Luo responded, and continued to flip through the sword manual in his hand.

The little novice had no choice but to leave the dinner at the door, then turned and left.

The rumors are true, there are indeed many secret books in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and some even have lost martial arts, which is very attractive to a young swordsman.

However, for some reason, there was always a sense of uneasiness lingering in Shen Luo's heart, as if something was about to happen.

He looked at the dancing candles on the wooden table, trying to forcefully suppress the uneasiness, but suddenly his heart was empty.

Shen Luo raised his hand and pressed his heart, a trace of bewilderment flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly panicked again.Although he didn't know why, his intuition told him that it must have something to do with his senior.

He stood up abruptly, quickly pushed open the door of the Sutra Pavilion, and flew towards the outside of the mountain gate.

The little novice monk who had just delivered the meal hadn't walked out of the courtyard gate of the Sutra Pavilion when he saw a black shadow flash past and disappeared in the Chongchong Buddha Hall in the blink of an eye.He rubbed his eyes, looked up and saw that the moon was mostly covered by dark clouds, with a shaggy fringe, and there was nothing unusual. He thought it was a big bird, so he left in peace.

Shen Luo said in his heart: Pingchuan and Jiaochen Pavilion are not far away. Since senior brother left in the morning, he must have already arrived. If I go to Jiaochen Pavilion now, I will arrive in the middle of the night. At worst, I will take a look at him and stay overnight Coming back is...

Thinking in this way, the wind blows under one's feet, and the cedar trees in front of the temple have been left behind.

Walking to the stone tablet at the foot of the mountain, I suddenly heard a sound of piercing through the air from far to near, rushing towards my own door.

Shen Luo's eyes froze, and he turned sideways to avoid it, and a sword whizzed past his ear.

There was a muffled sound, and looking back, the sword was deeply inserted into a tree trunk not far away, trembling unceasingly, glowing in the night.And the conspicuous red gemstone on the hilt is like a little cinnabar in Ling Guyue's eyes.

It's a streamer sword!

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