Shi Zhixuan stayed in the villa for many days. In addition to discussing this major event with Qin Mu, he was training these two incompetent apprentices in front of him.

Qin Mu saw that Yang Yanxu and Hou Xibai were actually a little different from a genius like Shi Feixuan, but their talents were undeniable.

Yang Yanxu was able to create a higher level of black-handed magic skill in combination with the "Sutra of the Roots of All Laws". His perseverance and indifferent personality is the best successor of Bu Tian Dao. Hou Xibai also has the unique romantic and free and easy nature of the Huajian Sect. It can be said that Shi Zhixuan and the two have a deep relationship with masters and disciples, but in the inheritance of the Huajian Sect, the evil king almost did not hide his own personal information, but was just a little letting his own way to the two.

But at this time, since he had agreed to reform the Demon Sect with Qin Mu, Shi Zhixuan naturally became unpredictable about the two people who might inherit their career in the future and began to take the exam for the martial arts of the two. Therefore, the expression of the Evil King was colder every day, and the expressions of the two people turned blue every day. Qin Mu couldn't bear it when he saw them.

The villa here is full of chaos, and the outside world is not very peaceful.

Shi Feixuan is the spokesperson that Zhengdao attaches most importance to. Jingzhai is not willing to rest when he falls into Qin Mu's hands, but Qin Mu's record is too amazing. People who are idle dare not flirt with their tiger beards anymore. What's more, Shi Zhixuan's visit to Qin Mu did not hide it, but was seen by some spies around him. In this way, two of the six masters of the world's level gathered in this small villa. For those who have ill-hearted intentions, this place has become a den of a dragon's and tigers.

After hundreds of years of quiet thai, the temple door opened again.

A series of letters were sent to all directions by the female crown in the veterinary school, but the lord of Jingzhai, Fan Qinghui, walked out of the temple and entered the secular world that had been away for twenty years.

She was wearing plain clothes, nearly forty years, but she seemed to be especially favored by time. Her face was like a girl, but her eyes were as silent as stagnant as water, making people unable to understand her age.

Fan Qinghui stood on the Emperor's Peak, turned around and looked at the stone plaques engraved on both sides of the mountain road, "Home is in the mountain, the clouds are deep and I don't know where they are." She sighed slightly and stepped forward.

Lingnan, Songjiashan City, Knife Hall.

There was a man in the green robe standing in the hall. He had a handsome face without any flaws. Under his thick eyebrows, he was shining like a gem, with his eyes shining like a gem, his broad forehead showed wisdom beyond ordinary people. He was quiet and had a melancholy expression that could touch anyone, but it also made people feel that the deep feelings were elusive.

His temples were frosted, but he did not have the slightest aging attitude, but instead added him the noble spirit of a high-ranking clan and the demeanor of a Confucian scholar. It was also daunting and unattainable. Combined with his uniform and beautiful body shape and Yuanting Yuezhi's body shape, he did have the intoxicating demeanor of a top master.

The number one person in Lingnan, the number one sword in the world—

The Heavenly Dao Song Que.

He looked up at the bright moon outside the window, let out a sigh of relief, and said softly to the open space of the lobby: "I have been thinking for years that the moonlight on that day is so beautiful that I have never forgotten it in my life. Today I see the unparalleled moonlight again."

Fan Qinghui stepped out of the hall, with lotus steps and affectionate eyebrows. She looked at the peerless swordsman with her lips open, as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't say anything. After a while, she just said, "Brother Song, how can you be together after separation for many years?"

Song Que's eyes moved away from the bright moon in the sky, looking at his old friend from twenty years ago, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face: "I am now married and have children, and I have both children, so what's wrong with it?"

Fan Qinghui was speechless, so she could only sigh softly, salute Song Que seriously, and said, "Brother Song, Qinghui is here because she has something to ask for."

Song Que raised his hand and stopped her words. He only heard him say lightly: "I can guess what you said, but I can't agree to this."

Fan Qinghui was anxious and looked sad, saying, "I have never encountered such a difficult thing in Jingzhai for a hundred years. If Feixuan continues like this, she will be another senior sister Xiuxin. For many years, I am the foolish man who is left to support me. I have no successor, and I cannot be without one more."

Song Que raised his hand gently, stopping her endless begging, and only heard him say, "I thought the moonlight was the same as the moonlight, and this beauty was the same as the beauty. How could he know that this time is all such worldly things, which disappointed me."

With a wave of his sleeve, the doors and windows in the hall were hit by his energy, covering them one by one, blocking the moonlight on the ground from outside the door.

Fan Qinghui was stunned, slightly sad, and said, "Brother Song, it's been twenty years, how can people remain unchanged? Not only me, you have also changed."

The man in front of him raised his eyebrows, smiled and said, "I have indeed changed, but I am more and more like me, but you are less and less like you."

He stared at Fan Qinghui's eyes that seemed gentle but not angry at all, sighed slightly, and understood that the bright and flying girl in his heart had completely gone away.

After saying this, Song Que seemed to have lost his patience and continued, "You should have invited me more than just one, Ning Daoqi, the four great monks, I'm afraid you'll be invited to deal with Qin Mu."

This is not a secret thing, Fan Qinghui nodded and replied: "Ten years ago, the Evil King fled far away. I have no idea how good his martial arts have reached in the world. What's more, Qin Mu, since his debut, has become famous every day. No one can tell what his martial arts have reached. Therefore, I have been troubled by Brother Song to support us."

Song Que didn't think it was different, but just shook his head slightly and said, "I, Song Que, have never done anything to do with the masses in my life, and I will never do anything in the future. Qinghui, if you come to ask me today, I sigh for you, I think you know me."

Fan Qinghui knew that this person was a very stubborn person. Once he was determined, he was as thoughtful as a rock. He felt sad and speechless. He turned around and walked out the door. She stopped at the threshold, turned her back to Song Que, and said lightly: "Brother Song, everyone says that you are obsessed with me, but you also know that like you, there is no woman in the world who is not moved."

Song Que's expression moved, and Fan Qinghui also looked up at the moonlight and continued, "You said today that I am no longer me, and I know it, but you and I have different paths, so we will separate. What you ask for is me, but what I ask for is self-sacrifice. Now we are asking for benevolence and benevolence, why bother regret?"

"I also always dreamed of the beautiful moonlight on the river that night and the poem you chanted."

She walked out, but heard a gust of wind coming from behind her. When she turned around, she saw a simple white post.

Fan Qinghui was stunned, and only heard Song Que whisper behind her: "I have been writing this war post for a while. I have to worry Qinghui and me to send it to Brother Qin, saying that I will definitely come to my house in the future."

Fan Qinghui felt warm in her heart. She was about to turn around, but she heard him continue saying: "Things are different, and you and me are the fate of this."

The door suddenly closed.

Fan Qinghui looked sad outside the door and held the post tightly.

Song Que, who was inside the door, stroked the scabbard beside him with his hands, gentle and lonely.

PS: Why is it so late today? It's delayed and delayed until the time to watch the Champions League~

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