Dream Broken You Pavilion

In the backyard, Qingping stood anxiously in front of the door holding a long sword in her hand. She was unable to go out because she was blocked by the guards in the courtyard. She angrily raged at the guards:

"Why are you still blocking my door? Tell me what happened."

Seeing that the guard was silent, she changed into a begging expression helplessly, and said softly:

"Brother, look, at this moment something must have happened on our mountain. The young master is in trouble, can I, Qingping, not help him? One more person is more strength, right? If the young master has something bad or bad, we What should I do? What about the old lady? What about Xiao Yuntian, right?"

Seeing that the guard was still silent, Qingping suddenly looked behind him and shouted:

"Old lady, why are you here?"

The guard hurriedly looked back, Qingping rushed out of the door and ran straight to the front yard, the footsteps of the guards chasing and shouting came from behind:

"Qingping, come back, Qingping, the young master won't let the female relatives out...Qingping..."

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Qingping rushed to the front yard, walked through the long corridor to the door of the study, saw that there were no guards in front of the door, she knew that Shang Wuyang must be fighting, she rushed out from the yard, listened carefully, faintly whispered The uproar came from the front mountain, where is Shang Wuyang?

She was extremely anxious, seeing a guard standing outside the courtyard, she hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Little brother, where is the young master?"

The guard replied: "The young master is at the front mountain."

Qingping, who was so anxious, ran straight out.

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The front mountain is still in the midst of fierce battle, Shang Wuyang and the commander are already blood-thirsty, steel swords and long swords are flying up and down, you have come and gone to kill more than a hundred rounds, the commander's sword skills are proficient, his moves are fierce, Shang Wuyang's swordsmanship is superb, and the sword's edge is sharp.

The commander jumped up, twisted his body in the air, turned back and chopped the steel knife straight at Shang Wuyang Tianling. Shang Wuyang concentrated his luck on the sword formula with his left hand, his body flashed to the left, and the sword in his right suddenly went up, straight Picking at the falling Commander's feet, he was slow and anxious, before the Commander's figure fell, he twisted his body half a circle in mid-air, narrowly avoiding it, and was already covered in cold sweat by the time he landed.

Shang Wuyang seized the opportunity, took advantage of his unsteady footing, stepped forward, swung his body and thrust his sword back at his chest, the commander hurriedly raised his knife to block, Shang Wuyang was tall and had long arms, and the sword was sharp Being blocked by the grid, he twisted his wrist, thinking about the twist in his heart, the sword light wrapped tightly around the blade like a snake, Shang Wuyang mobilized his true energy on the wrist, and softly shouted: "Go." The knife was released from his hand, and was entangled by the sword edge in Shang Wuyang's hand, making a "cang clang" sound, and with a slight flick of the wrist, the knife flew out of the air, and the tip of the knife "squeaked" and penetrated deeply into the soil Among them, the handle of the knife still trembled slightly.

Having lost his weapon, the leader became angry from embarrassment. He was covered in blood like a ghost corpse. With a roar of "ah", he kicked back with force, stepped forward, twisted his toes inward, and went straight to Shang Wuyang with a whirlwind leg. Coming from the chest, Shang Wuyang took a step back to avoid it, and the commander immediately flew up, a series of flying legs, trying to make Shang Wuyang, who was retreating back and forth, have no chance to breathe, and then secretly used his internal strength, kicked his feet suddenly, and let out a loud roar, Leaving his feet off the ground, he leaped forward, raised his fists and brought up a gust of strong wind, a move of hungry tiger pounce on Shang Wuyang's face.

Shang Wuyang set foot on the Nine Palaces, secretly lucky, with a light tap on his foot, a person who was as fast as lightning flashed, the commander immediately rushed to nothing, and in an instant, the Panlong dagger flashed across his neck with a golden light, and in an instant Blood splashed, a burly body crashed to the ground, twitched twice and stopped moving...

Shang Wuyang stared coldly at the battlefield full of killing spirit. Apart from the dead, there were about ten other warriors. Some had broken arms, some had broken legs, and some had guts Leaked, but completely unaware of the pain, as if stubbornly resisting until death.

Shang Wuyang frowned, thinking to himself, who are these people, why are they so fierce?At present, the situation seems to be clear, and victory is already in sight.

At this time, a guard came to report:

"Young master, more than half of the enemies in the back mountain were killed or killed. There are a few tricky ones fighting against trapped beasts, but they found dozens of men in black coming up from the foot of the mountain. They hid in the dark when they reached the organ and did not continue to go up the mountain."

Just as he was talking, another guard rushed over and reported to Qianshan that the man in black was also secretly following the soft-armored warrior halfway up the mountain and then stopped to wait and see.

Shang Wuyang was startled, "There are both front and back mountains? Who is it?"

The guard replied: "I don't know the origin, but they stood still from the beginning to the end."

"what?"

A trace of confusion flashed across Shang Wuyang's deep and cold eyes.

In this battle, Xiao Yuntian suffered more than half of his casualties, if another enemy really charged up, he would be unable to resist at all, it seemed that he had to cut the mess quickly.Thinking of this, Shang Wuyang didn't dare to delay any longer, and flew up with his sword, the long sword danced like a flying dragon, waving a gloomy silver light.There was a burst of killing, and the sky was full of blood. In a short while, those soft-armored warriors who were stubbornly resisting were all dead.

At this time, the enemies in Qianshan were all wiped out, and the guards began to clean up the battlefield.

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Anxious, Qingping rushed over panting with a long sword in her hand, and saw from a distance the figure of Xin Chang wrapped in a black dress, in the hazy moonlight, in the flickering torches, a mysterious figure was outlined. With an orange halo, the long jet-black hair scattered behind his head was blown wildly by the mountain wind.

She raised her hand to carefully gather up her bun that was blown by the wind, straightened her clothes, and then ran over with her sword.

"Young Master, Young Master."

Shang Wuyang looked back, frowned slightly and said: "Qingping, why are you here?"

Qingping breathed a sigh of relief, said: "Young master, are you alright?"

Shang Wuyang glanced around the battlefield where there was no suspense, his voice was cold, "It's nothing, this is not where you should come, go back."

Qingping pouted and said: "Young master, people are worried about you."

Looking at the corpses all over the place, and the few soft-armored warriors still fighting trapped beasts, he sighed:

"Qingping's martial arts are not given for nothing, I should have come earlier, the good opportunity to show off my skills was wasted."

Focusing on the corpses of those soft-armored warriors again, he frowned and said, "Who are these people?"

She went forward and used the tip of the long sword to pry open the soft armor buttons of the dead body, and then unbuttoned the clothes for a closer look... Suddenly her eyes widened, she turned her head and shouted at Shang Wuyang:

"Young Master, they are not..."

Suddenly, a ray of silver light flew out from the bamboo grove and went straight to Qingping. Shang Wuyang was shocked, and he unsheathed his long sword, shouting:

"Qingping be careful!" The long sword flew towards the silver light with all its strength.

Qingping turned around and asked, "What?"

In the blink of an eye, the long sword flew into the air, and the silver light instantly hit Qingping's back heart.

With a muffled snort, Qingping was stunned, a look of fear flashed in her eyes, and then her legs became weak and she fell forward. Shang Wuyang flew forward, hugged her body, and on her back, A foot-long flying arrow has been deeply embedded in her back, the blood instantly soaked her clothes, Shang Wuyang exclaimed:

"Qingping!"

The guards immediately rushed to the bamboo forest to catch the attacker.

Shang Wuyang knelt down on one knee, hugged her and called anxiously: "Qingping, Qingping..."

Lying in his arms, Qingping slowly opened her eyes. The pain made her brows furrowed tightly. Seeing the worry and anxiety in Shang Wuyang's eyes, Qingping smiled wryly, her lips trembling and said:

"Young master, Qingping can finally lie in your arms."

Her body was twitching, her lips gradually turned purple, and Shang Wuyang's heart suddenly tightened. He knew that this was not a good omen, and when he looked closely at the wound on her back, the bleeding was actually Dark brown blood, obviously the flying arrow is poisonous, Shang Wuyang restrained his fear and said softly:

"Qingping, you're fine, you'll be fine, I'll send you back to heal right away."

Following two violent coughs, Qingping suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, panting heavily, and her body began to twitch violently.She tried her best to open her eyes and looked at Shang Wuyang, who was burning with anxiety.

"Qingping, you'll be fine, don't worry."

Shang Wuyang comforted her, and that extremely magnetic voice was trembling slightly.

He pulled out the flying arrow behind Qingping's back, and with a spurt of black blood, "ah", Qingping spat out another mouthful of blood, Shang Wuyang took out a small porcelain bottle from his bosom, and held it with his teeth. Biting off the cork, he swiftly sprinkled all the medicine powder in the porcelain bottle on her wound.

Qingping's breathing became heavier and heavier, she twitched slightly in pain, and blood kept flowing from her lips.

Leaning in Shang Wuyang's arms, she tried her best to raise a hand and touched his cheek lightly. Although the smile on the corner of her bloodshot lips was faint, it was full of true feelings, and a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes looked at him infatuatedly , seemed to want to engrave him deep in her heart, the reluctance in her eyes, the nostalgia, the unwillingness, the tenderness, it was heartbreaking to watch, she tried her best to speak, her lips trembled for a long time, Finally said aloud:

"Young, young master, I, I really like you..."

Shang Wuyang hurriedly said: "I know, stop talking and save some strength."

"That's great..." Qingping smiled, a sad smile.

There was deep regret in his eyes, and he said slowly: "I, I think more, think more about the young master can, can look at me one more time..."

Suddenly, her whole body started to twitch, her eyes widened suddenly, she held her breath, and moved her mouth with all her strength, but her voice was so low that she couldn't hear clearly at all, Shang Wuyang hurriedly asked:

"Qingping, do you want to say something? Tell me, I'll listen." He hurriedly put his ear to her mouth.

Qingping's lips trembled: "They are not... they are blood, blood..."

Shang Wuyang couldn't hear her intermittently, and asked anxiously:

"Not what? Blood what? Blood book? Do you know where the blood book is?"

At this moment, Qingping's lips were trembling, Shang Wuyang hurriedly squatted down, and put his ear as close to her lips as possible, her breath was weak, and her voice was so small that he could barely hear her intermittent words:

"Young, young lady, wall flowers, brocade boxes, they are, blood, blood..."

Before she finished speaking, her eyes closed slowly, forever.The little hand caressing Shang Wuyang's face fell down feebly, and a ray of fragrance dissipated in the dark night.

"Qingping, Qingping..."

Shang Wuyang called her name loudly, shaking her petite body, but Qingping had already passed away, and he could no longer hear his call.

Shang Wuyang clenched his teeth and screamed angrily:

"Where is the person? Have you caught it?"

The guards gathered around quietly, and one of the guards whispered: "This subordinate is incompetent, he was not caught."

A burst of noisy footsteps came rushing forward, Gao Liang arrived with a few guards, and was dumbfounded when he saw the scene.

Gao Liang used to look down on Qingping's seductive appearance that surrounded the young master like a butterfly dressed all day long, but after all, she was also a member of Xiao Yuntian, and seeing her suddenly die suddenly, she couldn't help but feel sad.

Shang Wuyang hugged Qingping's still warm body, his eyes were red, and he roared to the sky:

"Whoever offends my little Yuntian! His blood will be splashed on Fulong Mountain!"

"Blood splattered on Fulong Mountain, blood splattered on Fulong Mountain, blood splattered on Fulong Mountain..."

The guards shouted in unison, their cold voices echoed in the valley like piercing clouds and cracking rocks, wave after wave, in this bleak autumn night, it was soul-stirring...