Fu Canglu

Chapter 617 Desperate Love
The clear sky is as blue as washing.

As the strong wind from Beiyuan blew past, clusters of red flames rose up against the wind and went straight up for nine days until they disappeared into tiny red dots one after another.

musk deer.

The most solitary flying bird in the north, survives the most difficult winter, and will not be afraid of flying, no matter how strong the wind is, no matter how adverse it is.

In the depths of the wind and snow, at the intersection of the sky and the snow field, there is an unremarkable wooden house.

The sketch drawing of the Qi family has been lost in the vast snowfield. No one knows the contents of the drawing. It is said that the draftsman of the Qi family died in the hands of the desolate people in the Western Regions, and the drawing is very likely to be unidentified. The half-demon and desolate man who knows the goods are just like a piece of waste paper, thrown in the vast snowy field, blown by the wind and rain, slowly withering, or becoming discarded snow slag.

None of this matters.

The important thing is, if you haven't seen that blueprint, you won't know.

Before the "black lines" densely covering the Central Plains disappeared, this wooden house was located in the entire Western Region, and even the entire Central Plains, the only area where no "black lines" appeared.

When the "black line" leaves.

When "drawings" are hidden.

This simple wooden house has become one of the most ordinary wooden houses in the world.

The thick wood felled with sword energy from the nearby mountains was pushed here with vitality to build this wooden house. Although the wooden house is simple, it is not small. If you open the door, you can clearly see that there is everything in this room. , everything is ready.

This wooden house has set up a simple vitality restriction.

If you don't get the approval of the vitality restriction, you can't directly enter the house.

If you want to enter, you can only resort to violent means.

At this moment, amidst the heavy snow, there is a visitor.

He was wrapped in a huge black robe, and the soles of his feet were surrounded by wind and snow. When he was lifted up, blue frost flew up, and when he fell, ice slags splashed.

Just like this, he walked forward slowly and gently, all the way to the wooden house.

Chen Wanjuan inhaled lightly.

He stood at the door and waited quietly for a moment.

There was no sound in the cabin.

It seemed that there was no one in the door.

Chen Wanjuan smiled self-deprecatingly, thinking that he and her were always like this.

It's always like this, there is no reason for it.

It doesn't matter if it's in Beiguan, Luoyang City, or Yincheng.

It doesn't matter if he arrives first, or he arrives later.

We will never go the same way, we will never be together.

With this in mind, Chen Wanjuan took off his black robe and exhaled a white breath.

The black robe was torn off, revealing that handsome face, which was looking at the wooden house, with a trace of struggle and pain in his eyes.

Chen Wanjuan thought for a long time.

Five fingers pushed on the door of the wooden house, but there was a slight "click" sound.

Vitality restriction?

Chen Wanjuan's pupils shrank slightly. The setting of this restriction did not seem to be complicated. He only needed a little force to break open the door of the wooden house.

But that's it.

He didn't mind waiting a little longer.

It took a lot of time and energy to rush here from Fengxue Silver City.

Chen Wanjuan felt that there was a lack of energy in his bones, and this lack of energy was not just a physical fatigue, but more of a mental one.

He made certain choices.

And these choices took a lot of effort from him.

Chen Wanjuan leaned his back against the wooden door of the wooden house, slid down slowly, and finally sat cross-legged, with his two big sleeves covering his knees, and his long hair at the temples was blowing with the sleeve robe.

He was originally chosen by heaven, and his path of cultivation was smooth and smooth.

When he was young, he was selected by Yingu to become the inheritor of half of the world's Confucianism. His lifelong enemy was Xiao Buyi, the Second Highness of Qi Liang who was about to inherit the throne of Lanling City.

But at this moment, what flows between his sleeves is not only the red Confucianism and Taoism luck, but also the pale green frost, which is much stronger than the red red, covering the Confucianism and Taoism luck like a firm Ice covered lava.

In Chen Wanjuan's black robe, his five fingers were slightly clenched, and the blue frost easily covered his palm.

There are invisible silk threads one after another inside, hooking the fingerprints and building a fine and delicate spider web in the palm.

He closed his eyes with a complicated expression, and the voice of the female castellan sounded in his ears.

"Take something like this."

"The reason why I let that scoundrel leave Yincheng, go to Lanling City, and even hang out with Qi Liang's little highness is because I can take back everything about her at any time."

Too unreal.

The world's eight heavens are quite well-deserved leaders.

Both offensive and defensive ends are extremely balanced.

In terms of attack, "Taixu Xiang" is not inferior to the top-notch "Sword Bone Xiang".

When it comes to defense, the "Phenomenon of Taixu" is not inferior to the "Phenomenon of Dragon and Snake" with a vajra physique.

The power of Taixu can be wind and snow, gentle wind, warm light, thunder, or
In this world, all the nothingness, all the origins without substance, are too empty!
And the practice of Taixu, after reaching the permanent fifth floor, can condense a body constructed by "the power of Taixu".

Such a body is condensed by the wind and snow, the wind is the sword, and the holy light is the armor. It has no spiritual consciousness and will.

How is it different from a puppet?

This is the most primitive "string control art".

Taixu's successor is the imperially designated Xiajiu successor. If he can live in peace and practice naturally, he will definitely become a master of the "string control technique"!

The female castellan sat on the black throne.

In the palm of her hand, countless wind and snow hooks pulled, pulling into silk threads one after another.

It is the net of nothingness and the rope of illusion, pulling cause and effect, and pulling all living beings.

This is the string of Taixu.

She has already planted the cause here, waiting for the "fruit".

What Chen Wanjuan held in his hand was "Xianguo".

Such a "string fruit" is extremely precious to me.

He even sold everything for it.

Just waiting for this moment to come
Chen Wanjuan opened his eyes, and he saw a figure in purple shirt walking silently and silently on the other side of the wind and snow.

Wei Lingshan walked quietly and silently, pressing on the scabbard with one hand, she was calm and silent, full of chilling aura.

Chen Wanjuan sat cross-legged on the ground, with his sleeves outstretched, his palms facing the sky, and he built a bridge with his hands. Confucianism and Taoism flowed slowly from the bottom of the bridge. He smiled like a spring breeze, and he was not defensive.

In the wind.

"Brother Chen, it's a long journey, why did you come here?"

Standing ten feet away, Wei Lingshan pressed the simple wooden sword with a cold voice.

The murderous aura in the wooden sword overflowed outwards almost uncontrollably, like an angry beast roaring in the wind and snow, it would rush out of the scabbard in the next moment, and kill it.

Chen Wanjuan smiled and said, "Why do you have to be so murderous towards me?"

"I trust Chen Wanjuan, who is a gentleman in Luoyang City."

Wei Lingshan said calmly, "Not a sanctimonious hypocrite."

Chen Wanjuan pursed his lips, and he raised his eyebrows slightly.

"During Tunyi Gorge, you attacked and killed Xiao Buyi, which was the most despicable and shameless sneak attack in the world. If you don't have the confidence to win, why do you want to be the enemy for life?"

Standing in the wind and snow, Wei Lingshan said slowly, "The reason why you were able to approach the Second Highness quietly is also very simple. You accepted the gift from 'her'."

Chen Wanjuan patted his knees, lowered his eyebrows, and stood up.

He hummed lightly.

"In this case, you and I have nothing to say, please go back."

Chen Wanjuan didn't respond, he just stood in front of the wooden house door and smiled softly.

He asked seriously: "Do you know why I came here?"

Wei Lingshan didn't want to know the answer to this question.

A thick layer of blue frost had condensed on Chen Wanjuan's heart lake, and it began to tremble.

He didn't dare to raise his head, for fear of seeing the face of the purple-shirted figure, the green frost covering the heart lake would be shattered at this moment, and it would be difficult to control the heart ape after that.

For what?
Isn't it because of this voice, this purple shirt, this canary that was imprisoned in Luoyang City and accompanied him when he was young?
Thousands of miles, thousands of miles, thousands of miles.

It's all for you.

The canary in the cage is no longer immature, like a ripe fruit, waiting to be picked by others.

So, why is this person someone else?

In Chen Wanjuan's eyes, the image of the lotus clothes appeared for a moment, and then was torn apart by the invisible wind and frost.

He raised his head, almost biting his lips, still with a polite and restrained smile on his face.

He stared at the slender woman in the fluttering purple blouse, and countless complicated emotions flashed in his eyes.

Admiration, unrequited love, desire, seeking.

Crazy and deep, one sword after another, one knife after another, engraved in the bone, pierced in the heart, the blood splashed until it dried up, and all that was left was a person's name

"Wei Lingshan."

Chen Wanjuan raised his head with a smile. He spread his arms, and behind him was endless wind and snow, rumbling and floating.

The general trend of the world is coming.

The cultivation base of this Confucian and Taoist priest climbed up and down, and finally reached an unbelievable level.

The wooden house behind is still strong.

Chen Wanjuan ignored the wooden house.

He just persistently looked at the purple-clothed woman in front of him.

Wei Lingshan silently pressed the scabbard, the plain wooden sword, the scabbard could no longer bear the pressure, trembling and trembling under the passing of the wind and snow.

She looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar Chen Wanjuan.

This "Brother Chen" who was young and shy in Luoyang City back then.

After the wind and snow possessed him, he was more like a moth to the flame, reckless and selfless, immersed in his own world, staring at Wei Lingshan's pretty face, no longer aware of the burning desire.

In the end, he spoke repressedly, heavily, and affectionately.

"I'm here to fulfill my promise."

"Do you still remember the words in Luoyang City?"

"Do you remember that letter?"

hoarse.

It was more like a monologue of a person, the fervent love, like a knife, cut his throat first.

With a bloody show of love.

Finally swallowed the mouthful of blood, licked it slightly, between the lips and teeth, full of sweet promises.

"Follow me back to Yincheng, I will love you very much."

The wind and snow roared wildly, and countless vitality was instilled away. The purple-clothed man just stood there silently, neither dodging nor dodging. The sword energy burst out, and within three feet, everything was clean.

Three feet away, someone screamed.

"say something!"

The wind and snow were raging and overwhelming.

After a moment.

Wei Lingshan said two words.

"absurd."

(End of this chapter)