Part 7, Chapter 158 Where Is the Heart?

Part Seven Chapter 158 Where is the Heart?

Ye Wangran and Xiao Zhen were beating drums in their hearts.

This disciple of the Venerable Wind is a national beauty, Tianxiang, not to mention a young man with a vigorous blood, even the two of them can't help but feel amazed. If it is seen by the dude in the family, it is absolutely inevitable to have some crooked thoughts or flirtatious words.

But if it is because of this kind of thing, the ancestors of the family must personally apologize...

Firstly, this... this is a bit unfair... Secondly, it is estimated that the whole family will lose a layer of skin when the ancestor returns from apologizing. Especially the one who caused trouble... He should have become the punching bag of dozens of generations of ancestors in the whole family...

In this life, I don't want to turn around at all, and... I can't even die.

"After the two of us go back, we must strictly order the family to prevent this from happening!" The two broke out in cold sweat. At the same time, I thought of one thing: If a certain daring person is his direct descendant...

Thinking of the strict family law of the ancestors again, the elves immediately shuddered.

Yurou nodded quietly, and said: "During this time, we took our apprentices to play in the southeast...don't make such a big scene between your two families. If you destroy such a beautiful scenery, then we will have nothing to lose." Look."

"Yes, yes. No more fights, no more fights." The two nodded again and again, with cold sweat dripping on their foreheads.

"It's like this black pine forest... Hey, how will I play in the future?" Feng Yurou frowned slightly, and said, "I like the scenery, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the land is majestic, the water is clear, the flowers and plants are lush... If there is no You Xing , I’m not happy at all, that’s all, but if he... If he is not happy, then your two families will feel a little uncomfortable."

The two nodded repeatedly.

Xindao, in fact, Yue Lingxue's being unhappy is the second most important thing, because he is only one person when he is unhappy; but it is more terrifying for you to be unhappy, because if you are unhappy, Yue Lingxue will be even more unhappy than himself , that means you two are unhappy together, that's really miserable...

Feng Yurou frowned: "Let's go, the smell here is too bad." Turning her head, she said, "Qianqian, come with me."

The white clothes fluttered, and she flew up quietly like a Lingbo fairy.

Behind him, Wu Qianqian, dressed in black, also followed, and the two slim figures disappeared in an instant.

The two supreme beings breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Almost sat on the ground.

"It's true." Ye said in a daze.

"Yes, it's true." Xiao Zhen wiped his sweat.

"Fortunately, it was Feng Yurou who came... not Yue Lingxue." Ye Wangran was still in fear: "Feng Yurou is famous for her good temper and gentleness."

"However, she is not gentle as an apprentice. She has a murderous aura. Although her cultivation base is so low, she naturally carries the aura of a superior, bossy, and has a taste of looking at the sky. If she grows up, it must be another month. Lingxue. Even stronger...Yue Lingxue and Feng Yurou work together to teach disciples...My God, how could such a thing happen?"

Xiao Zhen sighed.

The two sighed at the same time.

Then suddenly came to his senses, Ye Wangran jumped out with a stride, and said angrily: "Xiao Zhen! The enmity between you and me today will be settled with you in the future!"

Xiao Zhen shouted: "Ye Wangran, today I will let you off for Venerable Feng's sake!"

Saying that, both of them were a little embarrassed.

Immediately, they all snorted heavily, one headed east, the other headed west, and parted ways.

The Ye family and the Xiao family can't fight for the time being, and the Xiao family and the Huang family can only take a break from fighting because the wind and rain are soft and the moon is snowing in the southeast during this period.

Just because you can't fight here doesn't mean you can't fight elsewhere. Mountains don't turn and water turns, people will go everywhere after all.

The sudden appearance of Feng Yurou extinguished the storm that Chu Yang had been preparing for for a long time!

On the surface, with Feng Yurou's move, all of Chu Yang's long-term plans suddenly became useless.

But who can tell clearly whether this is a good thing or a bad thing for Chu Yang?

The bright spear turned into a hidden arrow, and the open fire turned into a dark flame, buried in the ground... Once the wind and cloud blow, it can start a prairie fire again.

In any case, it is impossible for those who died today to be resurrected!

Then, the seeds of hatred were planted after all.

Moreover, just as Sword Spirit said before: Even if you cause irreparable chaos in Jiuchongtian, what can you do with your current strength... On the other side, Feng Yurou brought Wu Qianqian, Walking in the mountains and forests, Wu Qianqian followed behind her, her eyes were a little excited and a little dazed.

Following such a powerful master is of course a smooth journey. But her own future is doomed to a heavy responsibility!

But at the same time, she was a little at a loss about her future.

The more you follow the powerful master, the heavier the responsibility. Because, the honor of the teacher's school, at the moment of apprenticeship, merged with one's own blood.

Wu Qianqian can be defeated and die; however, the apprentices of Yue Lingxue and Feng Yurou cannot be defeated or die!

Be strong!

One must become stronger in order to maintain the honor of the division. Only when he becomes strong can he truly help... Chu Yang!

Chu Yang!

Thinking of this name, Wu Qianqian felt a twinge of pain in her heart. She subconsciously squeezed the hem of the black robe she was wearing.

There, the surface looks smooth, but when you touch it with your hand, there are slight bumps.

Wu Qianqian knew what was there.

Chu Yang, Qianqian likes you!

This is the robe she made for Chu Yang; after Chu Yang left, Wu Qianqian made the robes of King Chu Yan for herself. Every time she made a robe, she couldn't help it, and subconsciously used The hair is needlework, and at that position, the same words are embroidered.

Only by wearing such a black robe can she feel that she still has a connection with Chu Yang. Chu Yang was still by his side. Just like when Butian Pavilion was first established a year ago, Chu Yang and himself sat opposite each other across a table.

Whether it's dealing with people or scheming, whether it's a small situation arrangement or the general trend of the world; whether it's observing people's hearts or analyzing politics, whether it's mountains and rivers or the nine heavens...

Chu Yang explained everything to himself in detail.

He seemed to be talking casually, and he himself seemed to be listening casually.

But she knew that he was speaking with his heart, and he also knew that she was listening with her heart.

Wu Qianqian sighed softly in her heart, as if those sharp and calm eyes appeared in front of her again. Chu Yang's eyes are sometimes gentle, like autumn water, sometimes cold, like a vulture, sometimes sharp, like a sword, sometimes painful, like a deep pool, sometimes fierce, like raging waves, sometimes Very dazed, very empty...

It was those eyes that often inadvertently reflected thousands of emotions and expressions from inside; slowly entangled and surrounded Wu Qianqian until she was immersed in it, unable to come out again.

Fallen heart!

After Chu Yang left, he took over the position of King Chu Yan by himself. Every time he dealt with a matter, he felt that Chu Yang was outstanding: he had already laid the foundation, but there were still some things that were inappropriate for him to do it by himself. How much pressure did he have to deal with the same thing at that time? With what kind of courage? How much mind does it take to...

It took the last three days to realize how erudite Chu Yang was.

He has already explained everything clearly, including the current situation of the nine ruling families, which he mentioned jokingly at the time.

"One mountain cannot contain two tigers, not to mention that the nine masters do not have a master? The nine great families are intriguing with each other, that is absolutely certain."

The masters of the Nine Heavens are like clouds, with extremely poor eyesight and hearing, without end.

Chu Yang also said that at the time.

"Who knows how big this world is, and what kind of masters there are? What kind of masters can dominate the world? This is all a cloud of mist. If you don't reach a certain level, you will never know the level above."

"The king level of the lower three days is the sky; but what about the middle three days? What about the upper three days that really gather all the elites? What about the so-called king-level holy level in the legend? Supreme, how about it? Above the supreme, how do you know?" There is no one? The sky has no end, so how can the Tao have an end? Since there is no end, what is the ultimate?"

Wu Qianqian thought about what Chu Yang said back then, and she felt a little crazy.

Chu Yang, you know a lot.

Chu Yang, Qianqian misses you so much.

Chu Yang, where are you?

Wu Qianqian probably didn't expect that at the moment she and Feng Yurou stepped into the black pine forest, Chu Yang, dressed in black, also walked out of the black pine forest without a sound.

To a certain extent, she just passed Chu Yang... by.

She was going in the direction Chu Yang came from, or she might miss it.

But Chu Yang's going here is exactly the way Wu Qianqian walked all the way, without any deviation!

The routes of the two are completely overlapped, but the directions are completely different.

This cannot but be said to be a kind of regret, and for lovers, it cannot but be said to be a kind of sadness.

Feng Yurou walked quietly in front, she was a gentle and graceful woman, she felt that her apprentice seemed a little bit lonely, she didn't say anything, she just sighed slightly in her heart.

The talent of this disciple exceeded his expectations; his wisdom also exceeded Yue Lingxue's expectations; his perseverance and temperament even exceeded the expectations of the two of them. The speed of practice made the two of them even more overjoyed. They can be said to be unique geniuses in Jiuzhongtian for tens of thousands of years!

Moreover, in her body, it seems to be the mysterious and true energy bestowed by the heavens, which is even more unexpected joy, ecstasy.

It's a pity that this disciple has a heart, but it's not in his chest. It has been firmly tied to a young man who she does not want to name.

The more such a woman is, once she falls in love, it will be her life.

The more such a woman is, the more infatuated she is without regrets; the more infatuated she is without regrets, the easier it is to be a tragedy...

With Feng Yurou's mental strength, she can clearly feel the deep yearning and sadness in Wu Qianqian's eyes without turning her head or looking with her eyes.

Where is your heart wandering?

Feng Yurou sighed slightly.

"Qianqian."

"Master, the disciple is here."

"Remind him again?"

"……yes."

"Who the hell is he?"

"... Master forgive me, disciple... can't say... the third watch... RQ!.