Jianling

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Feng Lin's words meant something, and Meng Xing subconsciously grabbed Shen Shenxuan's hand, pulled the person behind him, and forced a smile: "What does Lin'er mean by that? You brought so many people here in the middle of the night because you wanted to Do you want to see a beautiful woman take a bath? It's a pity that poor people don't like to be clean..."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Lin interrupted him with cold eyes, and said directly: "Meng Xing, get out of the way."

"...Isn't it just entering the Forbidden Palace at night, so let him go, why are you angry with the child?"

Shen Zhongxuan took the opportunity to hold Meng Xing's hand instead. Meng Xing didn't wear much at first, but now his hand was still cold, wrapped in his warm palm, and he didn't have time to break free.Shen Zhongxuan raised his eyes to look at Feng Lin, and said in a calm tone, "You look like you are asking questions like this, it seems that I killed Miss Feng Jue and Mr. Zhanchun."

Meng Xing shivered, looked at Feng Lin unconsciously, and asked in surprise, "Yan is still alive...?"

No matter what, Meng Xing couldn't guess exactly how many things happened during the time he was confined in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Feng Lin was really enraged by him, she sneered a few times, and said: "No matter why I came here, you have to stay here today with your life."

Zhong Xuan also sneered back, stroked the sword on his waist: "Then try."

He has long been deeply attached to Feng Lin, whether it is pressing her every step of the way and killing him undisguisedly, or deceiving Meng Xing and putting him under house arrest, or using the grievances between him and Song Zhubo to intensify the incident, even Feng Jue's life and death, Feng Lin must pay the price for what he did!

Meng Xing was unprepared for a moment, and Shen Zhongxuan had already jumped forward to draw the sword, and the movements were done in one go, without delay.

Feng Lin didn't even have to pull out Chang Li, but just snatched the gun from the hands of the guards around her. The fierce red tassels, like a cluster of flames facing the wind, also swiftly attacked Chong Xuan, and the battle with sword and gun was in full swing, all of which were murderous. Bi Lu, no cover up.

Although Shen Zhongxuan is a fledgling, but after experiencing the life-and-death battle with Song Zhubo, his realm has also made a big breakthrough, and he has a new understanding of the theories that were previously discussed on paper.But even so, he is by no means Feng Lin's opponent today. Feng Lin is already talented, and she once studied under Meng Wubei, who learned the Kunyu sword that has been passed down by the Feng family for many years, and with the blessing of the Futu Gu worm, In the past few years, he has also made rapid progress, and it is impossible for Zhong Xuan to be his one-sided enemy.

Meng Xing touched the sword subconsciously, only to realize that his Jushuang Sword had been confiscated by Emperor Wu Sheng long ago, and he was not Feng Lin, who could grab a gun at will, so Meng Xing had to grab the whisk beside him, relying on his mysterious body skills, He rushed into the battle in a few steps, landed on Feng Lin's shoulder with one blow, and raised his leg against the heavy hip bone.

Both of them didn't want to hurt him, Shen Zhongxuan took the lead to draw the sword flower and retract the sword, Feng Lin snorted, retracted the gun and said: "You stay away, I will settle the score with you later."

Meng Xing loosened the strength of his whisk, and asked fearfully, "Are you still beating him?"

Feng Lin didn't even look at him, she said to herself, "I'm going to kill him."

"Hey," Zhong Xuan sneered back, his expression was full of provocation and anger, "I'm a bitch, but I don't know if you deserve it or not."

Meng Xing quickly kicked Chong Xuan, took the opportunity to protect him behind him, and apologized to Feng Lin with a smile: "Why are you in such a hurry? Let me know first, what happened? If Yuan Yuan really made a mistake , I am a teacher, and I have to be implicated."

"Get out of the way." Feng Lin took a deep breath, and her expression did not look like the madness of Feng Jue and Yan Huansheng when they died during the daytime, but was as calm as death, "Meng Xing, I am serious now, get out of the way." .”

"It's not a question of letting go..."

"Go away!" Feng Lin's face changed abruptly, and the cruelty that had been suppressed for many years was sweeping in her eyes, and a gust of wind was driven by the gun, and even the hem of his clothes rattled.

Shen Shenxuan suffocated, and subconsciously wanted to block Meng Xing, but was blocked by Meng Xing with even more unquestionable strength, but seeing Meng Xing raised the dust with a few loud noises, it could barely block the incoming force, the handle of the dust However, several holes have been pierced, and it will not be folded.

Meng Xing threw Fuchen away and sighed: "What is it, why don't you let me know the cause and effect?"

"My sister is gone." Feng Lin said, "I'm almost done with what I want to do, but she's gone."

He deliberately turned his eyes away, so that Meng Xing could not see the sadness and violence that could not be concealed in his eyes.

Feng Lin's lips were bitten white by himself, and there were veins throbbing on his forehead. Meng Xing couldn't tell whether he was sad or angry at first glance.

—but he was in pain.

Meng Xing hesitated for a while, but couldn't find a suitable word after searching his brain. He could feel Feng Lin's grief, but he was not good at empathy, so he could only say: "My condolences."

"Sorrow?" Feng Lin lowered her head and laughed mockingly, "Meng Xing, do you know what your good apprentice did?"

Meng Xing sighed, and said softly, "But at least I know what you're doing now. Lin'er, you're not calm right now."

Feng Lin was so angry that she jumped and opened her mouth, as if she wanted to refute him, but she heard a rush of running outside the hall. A guard of the Imperial Army ran out of breath, knelt heavily outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and shouted: "Young Master Feng! , a man in black broke in directly from the palace gate!"

Feng Lin suppressed her anger for a while, and asked, "What does it look like?"

"It's a man . . . who seems to be blind."

Hearing this description, Meng Xing suddenly felt relieved, held Shen Shenxuan more at ease, and asked in a low voice, "Lin'er, why don't you go and have a look?"

"...Is Shi Lian already dead in battle?!" Feng Lin threw down the gun violently, pulled out Chang Li from her waist, and shouted angrily, "Go find him!"

The guard trembled for a moment, and said in a trembling voice: "My lord, my lord, the Zen master was invited by His Royal Highness to go to the sword competition, and the emperor just went to watch the battle, so I should know about it now."

Feng Lin was furious for a while, but he couldn't find any reason to refuse.

He is indeed in charge of guarding Meng Xing, but Futu's primary task is still to protect the safety of the royal family. If he insists on competing with Shen Chongxuan, it will appear that he is neglecting the basics.

What's more, Meng Xing himself is here, and he knows Meng Xing's defensive and indecisive nature like the back of his hand.He knew that the hatred for Shen Zhongxuan at this moment was more about venting anger. Even if Meng Xing had no sword in his hand, he should not be underestimated. It was impossible for him to take Shen Zhongxuan's life under Meng Xing's nose, at least not now.

He used to appreciate Meng Xing's soft heart the most, but now he can't help hating it.

Xiao Tongbei, Song Zhubo, Feng Henwan, Meng Xing, this Shen guy always has the ability to draw people's attention, damn it!

Feng Lin took a few short breaths, and ordered in a cold voice: "Wu De, Wu Ci, Wu Xin, you go and wake up those two wastes, and then bring two hundred forbidden troops to guard Daoist Meng and this little thief. If he dares to resist, he will tie up his sword directly. For the rest, call a hundred forbidden soldiers nearby, and follow me to meet the man in black." He paused, then looked at the guard who came to report the message, "Go and find Shi Lian Zen master, urge him to go to help as soon as possible."

Meng Xing quietly breathed a sigh of relief, pinched Shen Shenxuan's ears, and secretly planned an escape route in his heart, but saw Feng Lin suddenly turned around before leaving, and a sarcastic smile suddenly appeared in her eyes that were full of resentment not long ago Unexpectedly, her sinister eyes fell on Shen Chongxuan, Feng Lin looked at him slowly, but asked Meng Xing: "Ameng, do you know how Blood Guanyin died?"

Shen Zhongxuan's hand holding Hechen Jian tightened suddenly, and shouted: "If you want to say it, say it, if you don't say it, I will find out the truth myself!"

"The truth?" Feng Lin sneered, her brows raised slightly, "Song Zhubo is dead, and your father is also dead. No one knows the truth of this matter except me."

Meng Xing asked: "You entered the pagoda then?"

"Why do you want to test me? It's not a big deal." Feng Lin looked at him, her eyes suddenly became a little more unhappy, but it was fleeting, "Without the Buddha, I would still be Lihuayan Feng Lin. The same reason , entered the pagoda, I still treat you as a brother."

Meng Xing moved his lips, but did not make a sound. Feng Lin sneered at herself, turned her back to him and waved her hands, and walked away: "Let's go."

When he put down the question, Meng Xing thought that Zhong Xuan would not leave.

The truth of his biological mother's death is so thought-provoking. If he hadn't witnessed Xiao Shuhua stabbing his parents to death, he might have risked his life for the so-called "truth".

But Shen Zhongxuan hardly hesitated, half pushed and half handed over He Chenjian, and watched Feng Lin go away, then immediately pulled Meng Xing over, and said in a low voice: "A Xing, I will take you out."

"You don't wait for him to come back...uh, about Uncle Wu Huan..."

Shen Zhongxuan was silent for a moment, then shook his head: "It's not important." He paused, then whispered, "Don't meddle in my business anymore."

Meng Xing's concern was blocked back by this ignorant bastard, and he was so angry that he was so angry: "I don't care who cares about you? Xiao Tongbei or Qing Zheng Daojun? Well, you are very likable, I, Meng Xingxing, will take care of which round, I'm tired of watching it now, isn't it still an embroidered pillow, wine, meat and rice bag, okay, Zhongxuan, you are also a teacher, I will leave the talk here today... Zhongxuan? "

He was scolding vigorously at first, and he even said that he was a little wronged. He was thinking about whether he was really an embroidered pillow, but he saw a young boy who was about the same size as him in front of him with his head bowed, his mouth shrunk, and his pair of watery eyes. His eyes became teary in an instant.

Shen Zhongxuan didn't look up, but felt that his vision became blurred, his eyes felt sour, and the hot liquid circled around in his eye sockets, and when it hit Meng Xing's shoe, it was not muddy, and there was no tear on his face.

Meng Xing was shocked, and quickly raised his sleeves to wipe his tears. He couldn't say a word of the cruel words he had accumulated, so he could only coax him in a low voice: "What's the matter? Who dares to bully our Yuan Yuan? Who is this?" My dear, why are these tears more intoxicating than Qiu Lubai? Don't cry, don't cry, good things can't be wasted."

It can't be blamed on his lack of skills, mainly because Lai Zhongxuan pretended to be mature for many years, and Meng Xing has a bad memory. The last time I saw him cry in my memory was when I was spanked by myself when I was a child.

Shen Zhongxuan sobbed a few times, with red eyes, he said in a hoarse voice: "I don't want to be a teacher, I don't want to leave you."

"I didn't let you go either, it was you who wanted to go..." Meng Xing was halfway through speaking, when he saw Shen Zhongxuan's resentful eyes, he quickly changed his words, "Bah, it's all because of my teacher, I didn't get to know you in time The idea is necrotic."

Zhong Xuan continued: "Don't you like Your Highness Junior Sister?"

"Who do I like? I entered the palace to like Wan Zhen? Then how many times have I accompanied you back to Shen's house? Are you blind, little white-eyed wolf?"

Shen Zhongxuan nodded and said, "That's why Ah Xing likes me more."

Meng Xing: "..." He thought for a while, then said, "Let's discuss how to get out."

Shen Zhongxuan stared at his face, and suddenly broke into a smile. With the obstruction of the bodies of the two, he quietly took out a dagger from his arms in the blind spot of the vision of several young monks.

Meng woke up before he could react, and was already stuffed full of the dagger.

Shen Zhongxuan said in a low voice: "The blade is poisoned, and the blood seals the throat. Unless I separate from you, don't lick it."

Meng Xing glanced at his empty hands and asked, "What about you?"

Zhong Xuan said, "Go to Feng Lin and ask for it."

Meng Xing frowned: "It's just a sword..."

"What's the rule of the Pichen Sect? The sword is with the people, but if the sword is broken, the people die."

Meng Xing's heart suddenly jumped, and he subconsciously looked at him.

Zhong Xuan also looked back at him with a smile, his eyebrows and eyes were curved, full of unconscious tenderness: "Master, I have chosen the name of the sword."

Meng Xing came back to his senses, and said casually: "But you and I are not considered Pichenmen..."

"It's called 'Hechen'." Shen Zhongxuan lowered his head and said softly, "I won't leave Hechen, that's what I thought from the beginning."

The author has something to say: So whenever I draw my sword, the whole world knows that I love you.