Chapter 48 Sword Pointing Qing Xuanmen

The morning stars are falling, the famous sword is romantic, the girl stands on the sword, the flute curls up in her hand, and the sound of the flute is melodious, as if it turns into tens of millions of colorful butterflies, fluttering and dancing, causing the birds of Xianxia Peak to sing together, which has a long meaning.

The morning dew is on the edge of the grass of Tianhu Lake, shining brightly. The oriental fish belly was white, and thousands of rays of glow suddenly rose to the sky, and a round of red sun spewed out. The sun shone on her face, coated with a layer of golden light. The tears at the corners of her eyes slid across her white cheeks and flashed colorful glare in the morning sun.

One day and one night, the sound of the song was intermittent, like a broken string of beads, knocking in the depths of her heart. She did not walk, just like a long time ago, she also stood like this and played the flute, but for a moment she met him.

However, the difference now is that she was standing on the cliff, but he didn't come.

Gradually, the sound of the flute was messy, and the sparse voice came from behind.

She turned her head in astonishment. In the distance, there were only grass and warbler flying, and rabbits flying locusts. Who was there? She was disappointed...

Close your eyes, gently put the flute on your lips, and continue to play the fragrance, but a breeze blows her, which is a familiar smell that can no longer be familiar.

"It's you..." A short call made her open her eyes and look at the man in front of her. Her delicate body trembled slightly.

It's him. It's him. He's dressed in a white Taoist suit, with a lot of light red peach blossoms on the front, his long hair tied up, casually covered his shoulders, his handsome face, and those eyes that seem to be a little confused.

The green flute fell on the grass. She rushed over and hugged her Yun Feichen tightly, with tears of joy in her eyes.

"Shuangxue... has it always been you? Why?" Feichen looked at the woman who hugged him tightly in front of him in consternation, with puzzlement in his eyes, which subverted his understanding of Xing Shuangxue, because there was no doubt that the other party hated him, and even repeatedly wanted to kill him, from Xianqiao Town to Wanjuefeng. Even in the snake hole, she did not even forget her determination to kill him. Why, why is it so abnormal today? The sound of the flute sounded intermittently day and night, and he was also by the Tianhu Lake day and night. Listening to this sad voice, he did not dare to see Ru Yushi, afraid to see the other party crying...

It was not until Xing Shuangxue looked back that he knew that she was also sad, and she was also crying. Who was she crying for? For whom did you hurt?

"Where have you been... I... I played the flute all night, but you didn't come. Why is it so... Why am I so stupid?" Fortunately, Shuangxue frowned slightly, and her eyes were full of the affection of her life. She no longer wanted to move away from the man in front of her. She hated him, hated him for bullying her, and hated that she would fall in love with him.

"I... I... I don't know. I miss you so much. I don't know why, wow... You bad guy, why are you always bullying me? Why didn't I want to leave with him when I saw Brother Long Yun the day before yesterday... Why, why? Tell me...what should I do?" Fortunately, Shuangxue asked Feichen's eyes wide in a row. How could he bear it?

However, Xing Shuangxue's action did not end there. She suddenly straightened her body and gently wrapped her fingers around, untied the heart on her chest, and the white gauze fell to the ground.

The round and pink shoulders are like crystal amber, and the skin that can be broken is as bright as condensed. The fresh texture extends with her movements, as fresh and tender as clam meat, delicious and attractive.

"What are you doing..." Feichen stepped back a few steps, looked at Xing Shuangxue's delicate eyes, and his heart was in a trance.

She only tied a tight red embroidered belly pocket on her chest. Her proud naughty jade rabbits were wrapped in palm-sized cloth, covering the upper edge and revealing the lower edge, and squeezed out a deep gully in the middle. Two points on the peak were like cardamom. With the jade rabbit rushing left and right, it was always hiding in a hurry, chasing Feichen's eyes. Unconsciously, the saliva overflowed into my mouth, and I had to swallow my throat in a low voice.

"You...don't you like me like this?" Fortunately, Shuangxuelian stepped out and pressed Feichen under his delicate body shyly but full of **.

"I...when did I say that?" Feichen shamelessly denied it, but his left hand instinctively put it on...

"Well, as you said, um..." He felt the other party's warm hand touching his body. Fortunately, Shuangxue snorted softly, and his lips were attached to Feichen.

Through the red embroidered belly pocket, the tender red fairy peach shrugged proudly. The two raised lotus seeds had already raised high, trembling like buds in the wind. The sky was the quilt and the earth was the mat. The gust of wind slid through her bare upper body, which made her feel cold. She just wanted to hold him tightly in her arms.

But at this moment, there is no chance to hug each other. Feichen lifted the corner of his belly pocket.

"Ah...you..." He put his hands on the other party's head and almost hugged him tightly.

"Ah... I can't."

When Feichen was about to go further, Xing Shuangxue stopped him. His clever tongue reached into his mouth, and his limbs clamped him like the roots of an old tree. He was reluctant to let go, but indirectly blocked him.

Then Xing Shuangxue, who was still lingering, pushed Feichen away and hurriedly put on her clothes, and her delicate face turned red to the root of her ears.

"What do you mean? Isn't it the madness stained with the dexterity of the sword, is it?" Feichen was very curious. After the stormy action, it ended hastily. This momentary change made him feel that there was nowhere to vent, but he was not a person who liked to force others. If he forced him to do so, it was not beautiful.

Seeing Feichen's disappointment, fortunately, Shuangxue blinked and hugged him and said, "No, after the twenty-year-old Qingxuanmen martial arts, my father will choose an excellent disciple to marry me. At that time, you... If you really want me, go to Dengjian Pavilion, so that we may still have a chance to be together... ..."

"Hmm, it's really difficult. Do you want to go to the Sword Pavilion? I really want to meet your famous disciples of Qingxuanmen in modern times. Let's see how powerful it is, and I want to come to teach you to prepare a lot of gifts this time, right? Feichen smiled cunningly and hugged Xing Shuangxue's back to him so that his hand could easily hold the proud jade rabbits.

Fortunately, Shuangxue's face turned red, and she almost moaned. She forcibly restrained and said, "It's need to say that the elder grandson and the elder went to take back the mountain and river Shejitu before, which was to give it to the real person in charge of the real person. As the treasure of climbing the Sword Pavilion this time, I really don't know what to think of the real person in charge this time. You can take this treasure. If it appears, otherwise it will be exposed. I won't tell anyone about Changsun Yi..., and you have to be careful about Qingxuan Huiwu this time. The cultivation of the disciples of each peaks is extremely high, and they may not be able to beat you, a bad guy.

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