Lord Shura's only favorite concubine

Chapter 16

"Thank you." After a long time, Feng Qinghan slowly spit out two words, his dark fingers slowly slid across the scabbard of Fengyin Sword, feeling the warmth from the sword, a slight smile could not help but rise from the corner of his mouth .

The Phoenix Yin Sword is one of the three great artifacts in the martial arts world. The body of the sword is made of thousand-year-old black iron, and the air is extremely cold.But this sword is quite spiritual, except for the sword owner and the people he approves, other people will feel a bone-chilling chill when touching this sword.

Feng Qinghan had heard the legend about the Fengyin Sword a long time ago, so he naturally knew what it meant that he could feel the warmth of the sword.Looking at Xuanyuan Junxi in front of him, and remembering the scene where Xuanyuan Yuewu blocked an arrow for him, he finally chose to believe in this person in front of him.

"Father asked me to take you to Beichuan. Let's start now, so as not to have long nights and dreams." Putting your hand in front of your mouth, as a light whistle sounded in the air, two horses came from a clearing outside the forest towards the two. People are coming at a gallop.

"Bei Chuan..." Feng Qinghan couldn't help being slightly taken aback when he heard these two words, and muttered these two words, looking at Xuanyuan Junxi with a trace of doubt in his eyes.

"Father said that our family has been favored by your mother in the past, and today he asked me to send you safely to Beichuan. First, it is a kindness, and second, it is to fulfill a wish for Yue'er." Put away the Phoenix Yin Sword, Xuanyuan Junxi He smiled at Feng Qinghan, and at the same time solved the doubts in his heart.

"I..." Turning around and looking in Beichuan's direction, a flash of pain quickly flashed in Feng Qinghan's eyes.The current Beichuan, even if he went back, so what?

Seeing Feng Qinghan staring at the northern sky and falling silent, Xuanyuan Junxi was about to say something, but he felt a strong sadness emanating from him, as if he was in a thousand-year-old glacier in an instant, even his body The heart can't help but tremble slightly together.

What happened to him, his heart can be so cold.Even the vitality of this spring can't dispel the sadness that radiates from the bones.

Sighing softly, Xuanyuan Junxi turned around, originally wanting Feng Qinghan to be alone in the spot, but when his eyes lightly passed over the direction of the town, all the blood on his handsome face disappeared in an instant , one jumped up and got on the horse, a whip was savagely slammed on the horse, and with a long horse cry resounded in the air, the figures of the horse and the man had rushed several feet away in a blink of an eye.

Hearing the sound of horseshoes suddenly sounding behind him, Feng Qinghan quickly turned around, dust rose before her eyes, and Xuanyuan Junxi's white back had arrived at the entrance of the town.Looking at the thick smoke rising into the sky from the depths of the town, Feng Qinghan's heart sank, and she quickly walked to the other horse, got on the horse, and galloped towards the depths of the town.

Galloping all the way, rolled up countless fallen flowers on the ground, and when the horse's hooves fell, countless petals were crushed into mud, turned into a cloud of dust, and scattered on the cold bluestone slab.

The old house was already surrounded by many people from the town, those who put out the fire, shouted for help, and the faint cries from the house almost defeated Xuanyuan Junxi's rationality.

Turning off the horse, seeing that the place where he lived for 18 years had turned into a sea of ​​flames, Xuanyuan Junxi held the Fengyin sword tightly in his hand, and wanted to rush into the sea of ​​flames.

"Young Master Jun, you can't go in." A few townspeople who had already seen Xuanyuan Junxi saw that he was about to rush into the flames, so they couldn't help but stepped forward to stop him.

"Get out of the way..." Xuanyuan Junxi was suffocated as he looked at the sea of ​​flames that were constantly emitting scorching flames. He had only been away for a long time, so why did it become like this.

There were still faint cries coming from the ancient house, and Xuanyuan Junxi's heart tightened even more. The fire was so big, did Xuanyuan Wentian, his wife and Xuanyuan Yuewu have escaped? If they were still inside, he really I dare not think about it any further.

(End of this chapter)