Gate of God

Since ancient times, geniuses have been very romantic, and this kind of romanticism is not about the movement of certain beds, but it refers to love.

Life is always love and infatuation, this hatred is not related to the wind and the month, this is also love.

Too many talented people dream of one day, holding the hand of the son, growing old with the child, thinking, the belt is getting wider and finally not regretting, and the people are haggard for the elimination of Iraq, thinking, if the two emotions are in the long term, how are they? Up and down.

These feelings are bitter, detached, single-minded, and happy.

It seems that many of them are not as good as expected, but the geniuses are still falling into the competition like moths.

in fact……

The reason is not difficult to understand.

In this world, reading is the only way out for Jin Shi. After ten years of hard study in the window, looking at the sun rising and sunset outside the window every day, the flowers bloom and the winter comes to spring.

In the end, riding horses and holding fans, chased by ten thousand people, if he directly accepted the marriage contract of his fingertips, he unveiled the hijab that had never been masked...

It’s okay if it’s Huarongyue, but how many Huarongyue is there in the world, a woman who can express lyricism with talents?

This is a bipolar world.

Men, poetry pairs, and pen and ink are all masters. Women, if not special cases, generally speaking, three virtue and four virtues are beauty, and no talent is virtue.

So, how many words can such two people walk together?

So, in the world of two poles, the blue towers run rampant, the melody sings, in the wind and the moon, the woman touches the piano, paints, sings poems, pairs, complements the talents, looks at the moon and drinks.

Why not have fun?

Therefore, in this world, if any famous talent, there are not a few heartbroken, bizarre love history, in the circle of talents, are embarrassed to talk about a word "love".

Yun Qingwu is undoubtedly the dreamer of countless geniuses in the Daxia dynasty who sent love to love, performing bitter feelings, single thoughts and admiration.

Because Yun Qingwu knows piano, draws, chess, and poems. It can be said that as long as the geniuses know, she will know all the geniuses.

Then...

How can the geniuses endure, not being enamored with such a woman.

"Yun Qingwu, how could it be in Nanyu?!"

This is the first idea of ​​the geniuses, and the second idea is "Has Yun Qingwu been kidnapped?" Of course, this second idea did not last too long.

Because, they saw the Mozu behind Yun Qingwu, those expressions were serious, but they were respectful to Yun Qingwu.

"Yun Qingwu, is it also the Demon Race?!"

When this idea rose in the hearts of the geniuses, their hearts shattered. However, apart from the heartbreak, a few geniuses gathered courage and clenched their fists.

Even if you are a demon, you can't stop my admiration for you.

This is love.

At least, it is the love that the world's talents admire.

Nangong Hao's eyes also noticed Yun Qingwu in a plain white dress on the cliff of Fenggu, but his expression and reaction were completely different from those of his talents.

"Isn't it dead?" Nangong Hao's sword was subconsciously tightened, and he remembered a scene in the lake not long ago. At that time, he used the sword to cut off the forty-nine and seven-star sword array, blood stained white.

However, he always had a doubt.

Just...

Was the woman who was beheaded by her own sword in the painting a real Yun Qingwu?

"Master Demon Master, Yun Qingwu!" Xing Qingsui's eyes were filled with coldness at this moment. When he saw Yun Qingwu, the sword in his hand came out of the scabbard.

The dark sword pointed at the Guqin in Yun Qingwu's hands, and his fighting intentions skyrocketed.

"What? Yun Qingwu is a demon... young master?!"

"Is the criminal criminal wrong?"

"how can that be?"

All the geniuses heard Xing Qingsui's words, they all looked incredulously at the figure on the cliff. This feeling can be compared to a vegetable vendor who said that this is our emperor of the Daxia Dynasty. It’s amazing, at least, these talents don’t want to believe it.

Of course, the nature of faith and unbelief is not an idea in my heart, but...

fact!

As the melodious sound of the piano lingered in the air, the men in black standing behind Yun Qingwu also raised the capes covering their heads one by one.

Two light red magic eyes light up at this moment.

Although the red of the two magic eyes is somewhat different from the red of the magic eyes on the forehead of the star, the realm represented is already very obvious.

Reincarnation, two reincarnations!

In addition to this, there was a man standing next to the two reincarnations. The devil's eye on his forehead was green, but it was so green.

Back to the peak of the realm of light.

The ten domains of the Demon Race, the three deputies of Xingyu are all unified, two reincarnations, and one returns to the peak of the realm of light. As for the men in black standing behind these three people, their foreheads are all green.

"Two reincarnations, one at the peak of the return to the realm of light, and at least fifty elites returning to the realm of light, plus... the soldiers from the southern region surrounded by front and back... how to fight this battle?"

"I'm dying!"

"No, I just came for the exam, I don't want to die!"

"Shut up, die if you die, what's so good! You die under the pomegranate skirt, and you're so good as ghosts, Yun Qingwu, I just beg to die in your hands!" A genius glanced at his side with disdain and scared legs The soft talent, and then, with tears in his eyes, looked at the figure in the plain white dress on the cliff of Fenggu shouted.

And just after the talented man's voice just fell, a purple light rushed into the sky from behind Yun Qingwu, and then, down from the sky.

"puff!"

The talented man's mouth spouted a **** arrow.

He didn't dare to look at his chest in disbelief, because there was a sword on his chest, a sword that had penetrated completely into his chest.

The bright red blood flowed out of the blade and fell to the ground.

"You..." The talented man looked at the middle-aged man standing in front of him, and the devil's eye with a red light flashing on his forehead. It seemed extremely unwilling.

"Every grass mustard!" The middle-aged man drew his sword, and blood spewed out, but he didn't look at the genius from beginning to end, and even didn't even give a more specific reason for killing.

Just spit out four words from his mouth.

After ten years of hard study, he was admitted to the palace test and was chased by thousands of people. He was determined to find the talent in his heart. At the last moment of closing his eyes, he heard these four words.

District grass mustard.

Panic, panic, hesitation, at a loss...

At this moment, these geniuses who once claimed to be geniuses finally understood the truth. In the Daxia dynasty, under the huge aura of the famous family behind them, they were the arrogants of heaven.

They can indulge in the wind and the moon, they can chat happily around the lake and sing poetry.

However, one day, once they walked out of the summer and walked out of the aura of fame of the family, they could do nothing.

Just as they had found integrity.

What kind of storms can a person born in a mountain village even if he is a genius? How can the heritage of a famous family be felt by a civilian in a mountain village?

At that time, they are proud, they are empty-eyed.

But now...

When they were between the dispute between the Daxia dynasty and Nanyu, and in the two-phase attack between the Nanyu and the Demon Race, they also felt a powerlessness.

The genius at the peak of Tianzhaojing?

In front of the demons in the reincarnation, it is grass mustard.

A grass-roots agent who can beheaded with a sword.

Chen Feiyu's eyes looked at the genius falling in the pool of blood. The genius was very close to him, only two steps away. He could even feel the blood temperature of the middle-aged man's chest after pulling out his sword. .

Bright red blood splashed on his face.

His eyes looked at the unwillingness and despair of the talented face. For the first time, he felt that death was so close to himself.

As a child of the Thirteen Houses, of course, he had seen too much blood.

However, the blood was not as hot as it is now, because there is blessing behind the blood, the blessing of the Thirteen Houses.

When he broke from the peak of Tianzhao Realm to return to the Realm of Light.

There is only one thought in his heart, that is to show, show his strength, make people exclaim, make people admire, let people know that he is a genius.

But now?

When a reincarnation demon stood in front of him less than two steps away, holding a blood-stained sword in his hand, he spoke four words of grass and mustard to the human beings who were also children of the family.

What is he doing?

Back to the realm of light, he did not want to show his strength from time to time.

However, when there is really a chance now, he has only one thought in mind, that is to wait, he does not know whether he is waiting for the other party's sword to fall, or waiting for the other party to leave.

Chen Feiyu did not look at the expression of the middle-aged man, nor did he look at the magic eye that made him tremble. He just lowered his head and looked at the genius with a painful expression on the ground...

The middle-aged man's sword slowly closed away.

Then, his eyes looked at the silent talents around him. There was a light in his eyes, which was contemptuous and disdainful light.

When his sword was put away, he didn't pull it out again. Slowly, the middle-aged man walked across the stiff talents, rubbing the shoulders of the talents, and walked towards Bai Xing and Nangong Hao.

"He has only one person, we only need to work together..." A genius spoke at this time, but he could not speak again before he had finished speaking.

Because, there is a sword in his throat, a sword stained with blood.

The talented man’s gaze looked at the sword on his throat, with disbelief, despair and unwillingness. It had the same expression as the talented man just now. The difference was that his gaze did not look at the middle-aged man holding the sword. Rather, he looked around him, those geniuses who called brothers and brothers on weekdays, who talked about wine...

Now, the eyes of these geniuses are also looking at him, but their bodies are still motionless, and there is no sound in their mouths.

"puff!"

Blood like a spring is ejected from the throat, and its last bright color is deposited in the air.

The middle-aged man's sword was once again included in the sheath, and he didn't look at the genius too much. The difference is that this time he didn't even bother to say the four words of grass and mustard.

The bright red blood dripped from his hands to the ground.

Step by step, the expression of the middle-aged man remained unchanged, until he came to Bai Xing's side, and finally stood still, and did not speak again.

He didn't play the sword anymore, just watched quietly, looked at the stars, looked at Nangong Hao, looked at Yan Xiu, and looked at Fang Zheng lying on the ground.

The sound of the piano is still echoing, from the middle-aged man to the sword, to the middle-aged man walking to the side of Bai Xing and other people, the sound of the piano has been ringing, without a pause in the middle.

The temperament is still so sweet, so beautiful.

but……

At this moment, in the hearts of the geniuses, in their ears, they no longer feel that kind of melodiousness. The only thing they can feel is perhaps blood, bright red blood.

"Slaughter, what do we do now?"

"Yeah, the Holy Ghost gave you the ordinance, what should I explain? Did you put the Broken Mountain Army in the Southern Territory? If so, now..."

"Principle, relying on us alone, can't stop so many soldiers in the Southern Territory, and the Devil!"

The leading sergeants finally spoke at this time, and their eyes turned to Xing Qingsui who was standing in front of them.

After all, the current situation has reached a point where it has to be made.

The soldiers from the South, surrounded by the front and back, and the masters of the Demon Race, such a huge comparison of strength, there is simply no possibility of victory.

Xing Qing appeared here, holding the ordinance in his hand. It was indeed their only hope.

Other talents heard this, and they all looked at Xing Qingsui one by one, like looking at the last life-saving straw.

Xing Qingsui did not stand with the geniuses. He stood at the same position as the leading sergeants, or closer to Fang Zhengzheng.

Listen to the words of the leading sergeants and the voices of the talents around.

Xing Qingsui did not speak immediately, but looked at the star worshiper in front of Nangong Hao, and the soldiers from the Southern Region who were constantly pouring out from the Han Ape Tribe.

There is obvious hesitation in his eyes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ No one knows what Qing Qing is hesitant about, because, according to the normal reason, this time should be a time to fight against the Southern Region and the Demon Clan. .

However, Xing Qingsui did hesitate.

At this time, the piano sound finally stopped, the melodious voice was not there, and the melodious tune was also absent, but compared with just now, the hearts of the talents were more heavy.

That feeling is like waiting for some kind of sentencing.

Life or death!

This is a sad and ridiculous feeling. A woman who sent the talents of the Daxia dynasty to her affection now has control over their life and death.

So, what kind of decision will this woman make for all these talents?

Yun Qingwu's hands had already been put down from the Guqin, and his body slowly stood up from the stone bench at this time. The eyes that had made countless people look around slowly looked down. (To be continued.) To find this site, please search for "" or enter the URL: