Chapter 138 Orchids are all over the mountain, but I'm down

Out of the banquet, Xiang Minzhong and others did not follow. Maybe they were afraid that Zhao Dezhao would be unhappy. Yang Yanzhao didn't care about these and began to find Luo's women and others in Xiangguo Temple.

There were a lot of people coming and going in the temple. After walking a few places, they did not find the figure of the three women. Just as Yang Yanzhao was about to look elsewhere, he saw Chai Qingyun coming out of a treasure hall.

When did she come out to worship Buddha?

There was a little surprise in his heart. When Yang Yanzhao left his seat, he clearly saw Chai Qingyun sitting quietly on Zhao Dezhao's side. Seeing that she was leaving, he didn't think much and quietly followed him.

After several twists and turns, the path went back to the mountain. Fortunately, there was an endless stream of people watching orchids at this time, so Chai Qingyun did not notice Yang Yanzhao following him.

Perhaps she didn't like the noise. She looked left and right. Chai Qingyun walked to the back of the mountain. There, the orchids were also boundless, and the slender figure was placed in it. She was as graceful as an orchid, beautiful and fragrant.

Unconsciously, Yang Yanzhao stopped and looked at the rare melting of the ice and silence on Chai Qingyun's face not far away. A bright smile bloomed between his eyebrows. Suddenly, a kind of heartbeat surged up.

There are strange women in the world, smiling at the city, and then at the country.

That's what I want to talk about!

Yang Yanzhao sighed secretly. Chai Qingyun, who was looking down and sniffing the orchid, seemed to hear the sound. He turned his head and saw him, and the smile suddenly dissipated.

Disturbing the other party's intention of enjoying flowers, Yang Yanzhao smiled apologetically. After all, he was no longer the shy and restless teenager. He secretly looked at the admirer while being found, and only ran away with a red face.

"What do you do with me?"

The voice was as cold as ever. Yang Yanzhao continued to smile and salute slightly. "The princess misunderstood. I just came here unintentionally when I was enjoying the flowers. Seeing that there were few people here and silence, I was happy, but I didn't expect to meet the princess."

"Humph!"

The words are understandable and impeccable. Chai Qingyun couldn't help shaking his sleeves, glared coldly, and hummed softly in his nose.

This appearance makes Yang Yanzhao a little unhappy. Even if you are a relative of the emperor's country, he is a cloth, but this kind of high-altitude and prosperous attitude is really annoying.

What's more, Chai Qingyun is still his daughter-in-law. Although there is no eight characters now, it has existed in the mouths and ears of the people for at least a thousand years.

Therefore, Yang Yanzhao also put away his smile and said to Chai Qingyun very seriously, "Princess, Yang Jing wants to know where to offend the princess and let you say such cold words?"

In this question, Chai Qingyun was a little speechless and thought to himself. Indeed, Yang Jing did not seem to contradict himself. Even that flirting words were in the case that the other party did not know his identity.

Everyone in the world said that 'the one who doesn't know is innocent', and he has saved him again and again. In terms, this achievement has long been over.

I know there are some losses, but Chai Qingyun is also a woman after all. Naturally, he used the privilege of the girl's family and glanced at Yang Yanzhao with big eyes, "I'm happy, can you care?"

Hearing the words, Yang Yanzhao, who was waiting for the answer, was a little dumbfounded and couldn't help smiling bitterly. "So that's it. Since the princess likes it, it's Yang Jing's honor. If you have to look for your family again, I'll say goodbye."

With that, Yang Yanzhao turned around and left. When Chai Qingyun saw his fading away figure, he didn't know why there was an unspeakable depression in his heart. He smelled the orchid again, and there was no previous fragrance.

At this moment, Yang Yanzhao's fantasy about Chai Qingyun is also much more sober, so that the beautiful marriage between Yang Liulang and Princess Chai will dissipate with the wind. He is no longer the former Yang Liulang, and this Princess Chai may not be his favorite.

All the confusion is caused by God's will, so the matter between him and Chai Qingyun is still arranged by God.

Throwing the messy thoughts out of his mind, Yang Yanzhao suddenly felt that he was in a better mood again. He shuttled through the crowd, looking at the left and right scenery while looking for Luo's women and others.

Suddenly, Yang Yanzhao's eyes suddenly widened, and a figure flashed through his eyes.

Isn't that the Wuxing who was still wearing a sama before?

Although his shaved head turned into half a bunch of long hair and wore a relatively ordinary gray-brown robe, how could Yang Yanzhao not know the Buddhist disciples he was particularly concerned about!

I couldn't help thinking about it, so I strode to follow up. After walking for a while, the people around me became more and more sparse, and the scenery became familiar. At this time, Yang Yanzhao found that this was the place where he had just followed Chai Qingyun.

What are you going to do!

Dressed up like this, and on the mountain, there are few people. Is it possible to attack Chai Qingyun!

There was a trace of horror in his heart. In terms of his skills, even if he has reached the strength, he is not the opponent of Wuxing, and Chai Qingyun is even inferior to him.

Even if the two of them work together, it is difficult to resist this Wu Xing's action.

"If only Brother Hede were here."

He said a few words in his heart. Yang Yanzhao wanted to turn around and leave as if he hadn't found it, but somehow, the beautiful face in his mind was always lingering.

"Alas, that's all right, the hero is sad and beautiful. Follow him and have a look. Maybe he can still plot..."

After made up his mind, Yang Yanzhao also took the risk and quietly followed Wu Xing and walked to the back mountain of Xiangguo Temple.

"Princess Chai, please call something out."

His voice was a little low, and it was indeed Wu Xing. At this moment, he jumped to block Chai Qingyun's way and stretched out his big hand. He didn't know what he wanted.

"Well, I don't know what you're talking about. Get out of here quickly, or don't blame me for being rude to you!"

Wu Xing shook his head and said with some contempt, "Lord Chai, do you think your skills will be useful? Maybe, if you don't hand over something, will I let you leave?"

"Bold!"

Under the delicate drink, a few bright lights flashed out, but the jade hand hit a few embroidery needles and rushed straight to the door of Wuxing.

A sigh sounded, and Wu Xing's body did not move at all. The embroidered needle stopped when it approached his face, so it stopped straight in the air. The cold light flashing on the tip of the needle reflected the incredible appearance of hitting the egg stone on Wu Xing's face.

"Princess Chai, hand over the gold and silk on your body quickly, or don't blame my ruthlessness!"

"I don't have any gold and silk. Get out of here!"

At this time, Chai Qingyun also found the disparity in strength between the two, and there was more solemnity on his face. Under this sentence, the embroidered needles floating in front of Wu Xing's face fell one after another, and his body also moved.

How could Chai Qingyun be the opponent of this core disciple of the Buddha Sect? It was only a few moves, and he was at a backwards. The more the two fought, the more they fought, the more they seemed to be on the edge of the cliff.

On the other side, Yang Yanzhao was also full of anxiety, holding the thorn he had been tied to his right leg as a defense, waiting for the best opportunity to take action.

When Chai Qingyun rolled on the ground and dodged the blow of Wu Xing, Yang Yanzhao, who had been brewing for a long time, took action. With the accuracy brought by the competitive games in the previous life, the dagger flew straight to the back of the head of Wuxing.

There is no need to show mercy to this disciple of Buddhism.

Wu Xing, who was about to capture Chai Qingyun, heard the wind behind his mind. At present, he abandoned Chai Qingyun and went more to one side. But even so, the dagger still cut his right shoulder, and a trace of blood dripped down.

As soon as Wu Xing's figure stabilized, Yang Yanzhao's fist also arrived and hit him firmly in the chest while the other party was unprepared.

"It's you!"

Chai Qingyun behind him exclaimed, but Yang Yanzhao smiled bitterly, "Princess Chai, this is the fourth time. Yang Jing remembers that if you can go out alive today, you can't forget it!"

"Go out alive?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Xing, who spit out a mouthful of blood, greeted him angrily, "How dare you plot against me? Today is your death!"

The boxing wind was stingy, and the momentum around his body was getting tighter and tighter. Yang Yanzhao became tighter and tighter. Even if Chai Qingyun helped him, it was still difficult to resist.

"Go to hell!"

Wu Xing roared, and suddenly, Yang Yanzhao's breath around him was locked, and his iron fists were also smashed.

The fist in his eyes is getting closer and closer, making it difficult for Yang Yanzhao to escape. On the one hand, Chai Qingyun leaning on it is naturally inevitable.

At this moment, Yang Yanzhao looked back at the cliff a few steps behind him. A trace of determination flashed on his face, struggling to resist the momentum of Wu Xing, and jumped down with Chai Qingyun, who was no longer able to move.