Dream Broken You Pavilion

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly buckled the pulse gate of Xiao Han's wrist with his backhand. Although Xiao Han was furious, he was still conscious, how could he let him buckle his pulse gate?Immediately let go and retreated back, Shang Wuyang's hand was thrown into the air, and the other hand immediately melted into a palm, the palm turned down, and cut straight towards Xiao Han's neck. The distance between the two was too close, and Xiao Han could not retreat. In a hurry, an iron bridge on his upper body narrowly avoided, Shang Wuyang's body suddenly sank, and with a sweeping leg, his long legs attacked his lower body, Xiao Han rolled back his waist to exert force, and his legs bounced up , two consecutive somersaults popped out two feet away, the feet were steady, the toes were lightly tapped and suddenly jumped up, the palms alternated as fast as lightning, and a moth rushed to the flames to attack Shang Wuyang's face, the empty door on the chest It was completely exposed, and Shang Wuyang couldn't help but gasp. This is a move that hurts both sides. Xiao Han's martial arts are extraordinary, and he definitely shouldn't use such a move lightly. It can be seen how anxious Xiao Han is at this moment. Suffering, pain, so disregarding life and death.

Shang Wuyang took a sharp breath of dantian qi, moved his feet back three feet abruptly, avoiding his attacking palms, and did not attack his exposed empty door......

It was too late to say it and then it was too fast, the two of them came and went for a while, and they fought for more than a dozen rounds in a blink of an eye.

Suddenly Wu Dexuan yelled angrily: "Stop it!"

The fierce fighting came to an abrupt end, and the two stopped their hands, but still clenched their fists and glared at each other.

Wu Dexuan sighed heavily, stepped forward and whispered to Xiao Han:

"Jing'er's temperament has changed drastically suddenly. This old man can see that there must be something wrong with it. There is no need to rush this matter. Let's go down the mountain to discuss countermeasures. We can't force her to be too anxious."

Shang Wuyang muffled: "General Xiao, Mr. Wu is right, you should go back first."

Xiao Han's chest heaved violently, mixed with grief and anger, he turned around and walked in front of Jing'er, showing a relaxed smile with difficulty:

"Jing'er, is there anything you can't tell me? Why do you have to hurt yourself? There is no contradiction between your life experience and our marriage. Whether you are a beggar or a princess, I, Xiao Han, only like you man, isn't it?"

Jing'er shook her head silently, and replied to him indifferently: "I have nothing to say, and I don't want to maintain this marriage anymore. I'm very tired, you can go."

"Jing'er," Xiao Han called softly, "I know that Jing'er feels wronged, and it is hard to accept when she suddenly learns about her life experience. You go back with me first, it’s hard to tell whether this is true or not, and it needs to be verified.”

Looking at his pleading expression, Jing'er's heart was almost broken, but she knew that she could not soften her heart at this moment, she ordered herself to be hard-hearted, even if Xiao Han hated and blamed herself, she would not hesitate to do so.

So, she said coldly: "There is no need to investigate this matter, I already know the truth, so now, please leave immediately, immediately!"

"You, are you crazy, Jing'er? No matter what the truth is, we should be together, shouldn't we?" Xiao Han murmured in disbelief, his red eyes looking at Jing'er with a frosty face in pain.

Jing'er stared at him, and suddenly said angrily: "Yes, I'm crazy, I've been crazy since I got on your sedan chair! It's because of you that I was arrested on Fulong Mountain, and it's because of you that I was arrested. It is because of you that I live so hard. Now I don’t want to go back. The mountains and rivers here are beautiful, far better than your restricted general’s mansion. Do you understand? So, you Go now, and never come back to me again!"

Xiao Han was shocked, his lips trembled slightly, but he couldn't say anything, his body shook suddenly...

Seeing this, Wu Dexuan secretly said, "Not good."

He strode forward, stretched out his hand to support Xiao Han's precarious body, and shouted urgently:

"Xiao Han, you silly boy, why did the old man tell you when he came here, telling you not to be anxious, not to be anxious."

Xiao Han struggled to suppress his almost out-of-control emotions, gritted his teeth to hold on, his pale lips trembled slightly, there was a wry smile on his lips, and tears had already flowed down:

"Jing'er, to you, gold, silver and treasure are like dust, and glory and wealth are like clouds of smoke. No matter how beautiful the scenery of Fulong Mountain is, why has it ever caught your eye? All kinds of disasters have never shaken you in the slightest, but now you say so many important things." The reason for breaking up with me?! Do you think your so-called reasons make sense? Why didn’t you tell me what happened? Do you want to kill me..."

The more he spoke, the more excited he became, and before he finished speaking, his body shook suddenly, he opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood spurted out, he closed his eyes, and fell straight backwards.

Wu Dexuan hugged Xiao Han with all his strength and called out in a deep voice, "Junhao! Junhao!"

Seeing this, Jing'er's face was ashen with shock, her heart seemed to be torn apart in an instant, and she was about to rush forward, but she stopped abruptly, staring blankly at Xiao Han who fell on the ground, feeling like a knife was piercing her heart.

Jing'er gritted her teeth tightly, forcing herself to stand where she was and not to walk over. No matter how sad she was, she tried her best to maintain an indifferent expression on her face, and looked at everything in front of her coldly.

Shang Wuyang stared at Jing'er's cold face. At this moment, besides Jing'er, only he knew what was going on. He knew deeply that Jing'er was suffering from pain in her heart. A weak woman , clearly loves this man in front of him deeply, but he still wants to pretend to hate, scold and scold, while torturing Xiao Han, why is he not hurting herself? He deeply feels that the current Jing'er, her heart is bleeding, and he, why isn't his heart aching for her?

Wu Dexuan supported Xiao Han to lay flat on the ground, and took the silver needle that he carried with him to give him the needle.

Shang Wuyang walked behind Wu Dexuan, looked down at the unconscious Xiao Han and asked lightly:

"How is he?"

"It's okay to be in a hurry." Wu Dexuan replied.

"That's good," Shang Wuyang knelt down beside him slowly, touched his hand casually, and whispered:

"Go and find out the truth of your life experience."

After saying that, he stood up, walked to Jing'er, grabbed her hand, and walked away without looking back.

A complex look flashed in Wu Dexuan's eyes. Seeing the two of them drifting away until they were hidden in the jungle, he slowly lowered his head, looked at the hand that Shang Wuyang touched intentionally or unintentionally, and turned it over quietly. Suddenly lay a piece of paper folded into small squares.

Wu Dexuan clenched his fists calmly, feeling more and more that something was wrong, obviously Jing'er's joy when she saw Xiao Han at the beginning came from the bottom of her heart, without any illusion.The tears in Jing'er's eyes were also the most real, but her expression changed in an instant, and she insisted on not going back with them. Why?

Knowing daughter Mo Ruofu, perhaps what Shang Wuyang said just now is correct, there must be something strange about this matter, it is not as simple as it seems on the surface, and the truth must be quickly checked.

Wu Dexuan helped Xiao Han who was still somewhat conscious, turned around and walked towards the forest.

Just two steps away, I saw Ah Jun running out of the forest, and stepped forward to hug Xiao Han.

Wu Dexuan gasped and said, "When did you come?"

"Just arrived." Ah Jun's face was expressionless, his eyes were melancholy, and then he carefully carried Xiao Han on his back, and ran down the mountain all the way through Lin Yueye with the wind blowing under his feet.

……

Shang Wuyang took Jing'er's hand and hurriedly walked through the jungle to another courtyard as if fleeing all the way. In the depths of the dense forest, Jing'er shook off his hand with all his strength, leaned against a poplar tree, and sat slowly. on the ground.

The mountain wind was howling, and it was cold to the bottom of my heart, as if my soul was taken away, my heart was empty, and tears fell down my cheeks like broken pearls.

Looking at the heartbroken Jing'er, Shang Wuyang looked gloomy, at a loss, sighed in his heart, walked behind her, and asked:

"Do you regret it?"

Jing'er, who was in tears, shook her head slightly.

Shang Wuyang walked up to her, knelt down on one knee, and said clumsily:

"Well, if you want to cry, I can lend you a shoulder."

Who knows, it's okay if he doesn't say it, the tears in Jing'er's eyes poured down like a waterfall, she hugged her legs, buried her head deeply in her knees, curled up into a ball, and wept silently.

Seeing that she was trying to restrain herself from crying, but her vest was slightly moved because of sobbing, Shang Wuyang was heartbroken, and blamed himself:

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I'm sorry..."

……

After her mood gradually calmed down, Jing'er took out a handkerchief from her bosom to wipe away the tears all over her face, got up and raised her hands to sort out the somewhat messy clothes, and walked forward staggeringly, holding on to the trees in the forest.

Shang Wuyang hurriedly stood up, seeing her faltering, he couldn't help worrying, "Where are you going?"

"Don't follow me." Jing'er replied weakly, stubbornly holding on to the tree trunk, staggering on the gravel under her feet, her heavy steps seemed unable to bear her own weight, and she staggered for more than ten steps Suddenly, his eyes went dark, and he fell backwards.

"Jing'er!"

Shocked, Shang Wuyang jumped up without thinking, and rushed towards Jing'er with all his might, his face up and his back down against the grass, and he slid forward with a burst of forward force... ..

When Jing'er fell backwards, she landed on his chest firmly.

Shang Wuyang was lying on the ground at the moment and rolled his eyes, with the already unconscious Jing'er on his body, he couldn't move for a while, coughed twice, finally recovered, and sat up slowly holding Jing'er.

Looking at the shattered rocks everywhere, he secretly rejoiced that the rescue was timely. If Jing'er fell on the rubble, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Jing'er, Jing'er..." Calling her name softly, Shang Wuyang hastily got up and hugged her in his arms, spread his long legs and ran straight to the other courtyard... .

Seeing Shang Wuyang flying towards the other courtyard, the guards held Jing'er with closed eyes in their arms, and hurriedly asked:

"Young master, what's the matter, girl?"

Shang Wuyang didn't have time to answer, he carried her all the way up the stairs, Xuelian exclaimed:

"Is it a girl? God, what's wrong with the girl?"

"Get some water." Shang Wuyang rushed into the room with big strides.

"Oh, yes." Xuelian hastily went downstairs to the kitchen.

Gently put Jing'er on the bed, seeing her pale and unconscious, Shang Wuyang was flustered, he stretched out his hand and pinched her hard with the tip of his thumb, and whispered in his mouth:

"Jing'er, Jing'er, wake up, Jing'er..."

Jing'er's eyebrows tightened slightly, her long eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Seeing her waking up, Shang Wuyang finally heaved a sigh of relief, hurriedly went to the table and poured tea and put it on the dressing table, lifted her upper body, sat behind her by himself, and let her head rest on it as comfortably as possible. On himself, he reached for the teacup on the dressing table, brought it to Jing'er's mouth, and said softly:

"Come, drink some water."

Jing'er's expression was gloomy, she was silent and speechless, her eyes filled with tears instantly...