MTL - Legend of Fu Yao-Chapter 1 Seventeen years later

"The third."

Meng Fu shook his feet on the chest of the person under his body, his elbows on his knees, and he leaned slightly, and the sunlight in the jungle surrounded the green leaves, and looked at the objects in the palm with interest.

It is a black hexagonal shape, a simple pattern, a non-golden jade texture, and an angular corner on the lower right side. It is slightly larger than the other corners. It is especially sharp and sharp, like a black-green tooth. Shining in the sun.

Meng Fu's fingers, gently stroking the prominent edges and corners, revealing a hint of unspeakable smile, throwing the black charm in the palm of his hand and blowing a whistle.

The lower jaw she raised, in the golden daylight, draws a sharp arc, extending the entire line of the face with the right shape, the white forehead, two very beautiful eyebrows, the expansion of the stretch, more and more It seems that the black eyes of the eyebrows are unrestrained and unrestrained, like the sharp edge of the sword.

"Hey, the pass of the Scorpio dynasty! Good luck!"

Meng Fu waved his clap, and casually put the black character into his arms. When he stuffed it in, he faintly uttered the slight fragility of the golden jade. There were already two similar signboards, just the shape. Slightly different, representing different countries.

Meng Fu Sha listened carefully to the sound of the cross, and raised his eyebrows.

Waiting for the world's seven countries to pass, you can...

"Shake!"

Behind him came the footsteps of someone walking through the flowers and leaves. Meng Fu shook his eyes and pointed his finger at the acupuncture point and kicked into the bushes ahead.

Then stand up straight, look back, see the coming, her smile is open in the corner of her lips, her eyes are bright and bright, with some joy and concern that she can't help but reveal.

"Shocked."

The Tsing Yi teenager who came over, handsome and straight, with a bright complexion and temperament, can see that his family is superior, especially with a smile on his lips, warm and mellow, and it is like a spring breeze.

The most outstanding disciple of Xuantian Jianpai, who was born in the Yanjing Gate family, is the most popular in the Jianpai.

"You are playing in the back mountain again," Yan Jingchen stood in the side of Meng Fu's body three feet away, and his mouth smacked a gentle and blaming smile. "Not good practice, tomorrow's competition is the last, 挨骂What is the taste?"

Meng Fu shakes his smile, and arbitrarily plunders his hair. "Nothing, lose, lose, and get used to it."

She casually repeated the two people's regular answers, did not notice the contradiction and hesitation in the eyes of today's swallows, but did not find it. After seeing such answers, Yan Jingchen looked a little bit dull.

"Shake," Yan Jingfeng stared at her for a long while, finally couldn't help but step forward, whispered, "You can't do more work to learn Wuwu? We are on the continent of Wuzhou, the strength is respect, one is learning Wu Yong Those who enter the country will be struggling to walk in the future, and they will be cold-eyed everywhere. You have never thought about improving the current situation?"

After a pause, he took another sentence, "Is it just for me?"

Even if it is just for me.

Meng Fu shakes his heart and raises his eyes to see Yan’s eyes. The hesitation, uneasiness, and faint pain in the depths of his eyes make her heart hurt. She remembers that recently, the disappointing eyes of the dust seem to be more The more common it is.

Meng Fu shook his mouth open, and for almost an instant, he wanted to tell the secret of his deep heart.

I want to tell him that I don’t know how to do martial arts at all. I want to tell him that the reason why I refused to practice Xuanyuan’s internal strength is because I have to conflict with my “breaking nine gongs” and I want to tell him, just give me some time. One day, you will be proud to smile for me, not like now, because I am scorned and humiliated, and it hurts your dignity and is embarrassed.

Just... no.

The rumor of the master at the time of leaving is still in the ear. "You can never reveal your original martial arts in any martial art."

She made a vow and could not violate it.

The singer is loyal to the teacher's door and obsessed with martial arts. If she tells him the truth, then the Xuanyuan gate master will know sooner or later.

Meng Fu shakes deep into the air and picks up the dense long eyelashes. Her eyes are clear and clean, and she has been slightly disappointed because she has been waiting for a long time.

"Shock, I have tried my best..."

Yan Jingchen looked at her for a long time, and slowly screamed for a long breath. Hearing this answer, the tension and disappointment in his eyes suddenly faded away, giving birth to a kind of shallow helplessness.

He suddenly changed the subject.

"A year later, in the 'Zhenwu' meeting held in Tianzhu Metropolis, the Qiwu aristocrats were gathered to test the martial arts, art of war, strategy, and compete for the top seven in the world. The winners can take power in all countries. Master said, Xuanyuan Jianpai, attended by representatives of me and my sister, I will be rushing back to the family to prepare for the battle tomorrow."

When he said this, his tone was faint. The sunset behind him was far from the tip of the leaf, and the shallow yellow spot was projected far away. The Yan Yan, who was standing in the backlit, made him look mottled and distant, and his expression was blurred.

Meng Fu shakes his heart and shakes the earthquake. He barely smiles. "You are the most outstanding pair of disciples in the sword school. The Taiyuan kings have given you the name of 'Zhuyu double swords'. Xuanyuanjian does not send you. Who can send it."

Yan Jingchen looked at her deeply. His tone sounded a little weird. "I want to shake it. I actually hope that the title of Zhuzhu double sword is referring to me and you."

Meng Fu shook his head more reluctantly.

Does she not want it? A woman is too generous, and she will not be willing to like the person she likes and other women, and is considered by all to be a genius.

The setting sun is falling very fast. In the sky, there is still a deep purple and red evening glow. In the twinkling of an eye, there is only a thin layer of red, passing through the deep green leaves, reflecting the three-footed Yan Yan. Dust, the figure is somewhat blurred.

Meng Fu’s heart suddenly burst into a strange panic, and the pulse burst into a tight tone. The strong uneasiness made her suddenly feel that some words must be said now, not to say... maybe there would be no chance.

"Shock, I want to tell you..."

"I want to tell you." Yan Jingchen suddenly cut off her words. He said very quickly. It seems that if he is slower, he will never say the same. "The family sent me a letter and has helped me." The family asked for a pro, and the family received the bride price. After the Zhenwu meeting, I would like to be married."