C5

The old temple in the south of the city had been abandoned for who knew how many years. Look at the broken wooden door, the paint had all been removed, while the statue of Yue Lao holding the marriage certificate in the middle of the temple was even more mottled, causing his original appearance to be even more blurry.

Although the temple was dilapidated, the interior was relatively clean. Murong Beiyu looked at the unconscious Old Man Li with a hint of pity in his eyes.

Doctor Zhao checked his pulse and replied, "The old man's body was cold, and he had a long illness which caused him to become ill. In addition, his body was already weak. This was why he was unconscious. This old one will prescribe some medicine and will be able to rest for a few days. Doctor Zhao paused, hesitating. "But …"

Guodan'er was curled up beside Old Man Li, his large eyes staring unwaveringly at the healer who saved his life.

Murong Beiyu looked at Goudan'er, whose face was so nervous that it had turned white. Finally, he said, "Doctor Zhao, please speak frankly."

Doctor Zhao looked around at Yue Lao Temple, which was surrounded by disciples. He shook his head and sighed. "After all, I'm an old man. If I want to take good care of my body, I'll have to pay more attention to my diet."

"Beiyu understands." Young Master Murong nodded, then instructed the little child Qing'er behind him, "Come with Doctor Zhao. In addition, "he looked at the two cold steamed buns tightly held in the child's hands, and his heart softened," When you come back, go to the Multi Treasure House and pack some porridge.

When Goudan'er received the meat porridge from Qing'er, it was already six hours later.

He carefully held the bowl of porridge that was still steaming, and with small steps, he ran to the old man's side. "Grandfather …" The child's voice had a hint of childishness to it, "Please wake up and drink some meat porridge …" It was a bit more than the appearance of a normal child of the same age. It was a sight that made one's heart ache.

Young Master Mu Rong looked at the bright moon hanging in the courtyard and sighed.

After a long silence, the Young Master finally opened his mouth and said, "Qing'er, let's stay here and take care of them for a few days."

The moment Liu Yu'er entered the temple, the first person she saw was the white robed figure standing in the yard.

The courtyard was silent and desolate. In the desolate temple, only his figure stood alone. The moonlight exuded a strong sense of warmth.

Liu Yu'er was stunned for a moment.

After a moment of carelessness, with a "plop" sound, he fell down from the tall roof.

"Ugh!" With a grunt, the last second before the girl who was severely injured lost her consciousness stopped at the image of the handsome young master in her mind.

Therefore, if I were to tell you now, in this instant, Liu Yu'er's heart was secretly hoping for Murong Beiyu, that would be normal.

Master Murong asked, "Who is this lady?"

Liu Yu'er pursed her lips into a smile, "My master's surname is Ye, you can just call me Xiao Yezi."

Goudan'er rubbed his head and said fearfully, "Big sister, you lost a lot of blood …"

"It's okay," she said, laughing heartily in the pile of straw. "Wait until my sister recovers," she said, her lips curving downwards as a cold light flashed in her eyes, "I'll be able to get justice."

"That cold light was too cunning. Master Murong saw it clearly. He was a little displeased, but he did not say it out loud." "Lady Ye's injuries are very serious, it would be better if you stay here for a few more days."

Is the injury serious?

That's right.

As soon as he returned to the Drunken Yin Pavilion, he changed out of his wedding suit. Ming Huang's three broadswords flew straight at her from the window's opening.

The notorious Seven Brothers of the martial arts world — — nigger seven. Last month in the Branch City, it was truly shameful to massacre all thirty-two members of the Zhou Mansion. Liu Yu-er happened to pass through the branch city at that time, and upon hearing about it, her fiery temper rose, so she naturally came to ask for an explanation for the family.

Buddha, put down the butcher's knife, and become Buddha.

However, Liu Yu'er felt that some people deserved to die, just like that. There was no reason for him to lose his hostility just by wearing a monastic robe.

Thus, in a battle in the woods, she had severely injured the three of them, killing four of them, ruthlessly and mercilessly.

But he didn't expect that the brotherly friendship between the seven people who killed and set fire to all sorts of crimes wasn't fake. After the battle in the woods, she had killed the four of them, but she had still allowed the "Night Ghost" Zhou Zhongming, "Night Ghost" Zheng Zhiqiang, and the "One-Eyed Ghost" Ma Siyuan, to escape under the cover of the "Earth Ghost" Brother Chen.

The three of them recovered from their injuries. They immediately gathered to avenge their brothers.

The day of selection was rather good.

The timing was also excellent.

As soon as she entered the door of the Drunken Yin Pavilion, she happened to hear the sound of the waiter greeting her drunkenly.

Such a rare opportunity to fight, how could the "Three Devils" let it go?

As it happened, she had a glass of wine in her stomach, and her brain was still extremely muddled, and her movements were not nimble in the slightest. In a battle between experts, one could not be the slightest bit sloppy. However, she was dizzy and her hands and feet were slow.

Fortunately, she was lucky enough to dodge quickly. Or else he would have been turned into a hornet.

Hmm. Hornet's Nest.

Liu Yu'er pursed her lips, secretly guessing that if she really lost her life here, her heartless master would definitely cover her face and pretend not to have taken her useless disciple who had died in a cup of wine.

"That's right, I need to rest for a few more days." Goudan'er held out his small hand with a worried look on his face. He lightly touched the bone-deep cut on her left arm. "Huhu …" The child nervously blew on the wound, "Big sister, it must be very painful, right?"

The sparkling spots of light that appeared in the child's eyes caused her to feel warmth in her eyes. Big Sister doesn't hurt, "she pointed at the little guy's nose, laughing with confidence," In two days it will be fine. In two days, elder sister will bring you to Yiyang City to play. "

He had seen too many mundane women wandering the martial arts world.

Insolent, ruthless, spicy, delicate, scheming, ruthless. However, regardless of which one it was, any martial artist wandering the world should not have such a pair of incomparably clear and bright eyes.

While Murong Beiyu was deep in thought, Qing`er rushed into the house.

"Young master, something has happened!" The fifteen-year-old boy was currently in a period of change. His anxious voice carried a hint of hoarseness within the run-down temple.

Murong Beiyu slightly raised an eyebrow, his expression didn't change, "You're so flustered, what happened?"

"Young master," the child tiptoed and approached him, lowering his voice. "Something has happened to Young Master Qi, even the bride has disappeared..."

"Huh?" Lady Liu rolled her eyes but didn't say anything as she blinked at Goudan'er in her embrace.

The little guy was extremely intelligent and was able to see through it easily. He hugged the injured hand of Lady Liu and obediently blew lightly.

"This matter..." Even someone as gentle as Murong Beiyu couldn't remain calm anymore. As a good brother, he was well aware of Qi Shahao's martial arts and thoughts. It was impossible for him to capture the bride in his hands! As for Shao Hao's blank memories, Murong Beiyu didn't understand for a moment.

"Miss Ye, Bei Yu still has some matters to attend to. I will take my leave first." He left a silver ingot with Goudan'er, "Fry the medicine that you have prepared and drink it with your grandfather. This old man's illness will definitely recover."

In the martial arts world, the white-robed young master Yun Shi smiled lightly and said his goodbyes.

"Ai, ai, ai..." Lady Liu panicked, "Young Master Murong!"

The man in white turned around and asked, "What else do you want, Miss Ye?"

"Has Sir Murong taken a wife?" She looked at the young master's unperturbed eyes and asked bluntly.

"... "I haven't."

Her eyes lit up, and she continued to work hard. "What about getting married by hand?"

"... "Nope."

"Where's the one you like?"

"Oh, the one I like." Murong Beiyu thought of the slim figure of the woman as she caressed the zither in her tall building. The beautiful sound of the zither could be heard like flowing water in the mountains. "Yes." He replied with a smile.

"Hm." Liu Yu'er raised her eyebrows and smiled, "It's alright." She smiled at the young master of the Martial House and said, "Since I've taken a fancy to you, Murong Beiyu, I can always make you willingly marry me."

These words that shocked the world made Goudan'er blush. The woman lying in the grass was full of smiles.

She was wearing a bloodstained white robe, and when she laid down in the pile of straw, she obviously looked to be in a sorry state.

The woman raised her head and looked over. Her smile was as beautiful as a painting. In the morning sunlight, her smile could be said to be even more charming.

Young master of a noble family, the favorite is Jiangnan Water Village Wuxi Zhu Mansion's pearl Zhu Liai.

That girl was a flower of interpretation that had emerged from the water. She was gentle and charming, how could anyone not feel pity for her? That woman was proficient in zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting. She was the number one talented female in the country of Jing. How many men looked up at her with awe in their eyes?

That year, he was in high spirits and relied on his sword to walk on Wu Xi.

On a tall building with layers of curtains, the woman caressed a song called "Pear Blossom Fall".

With a clear sound, his thoughts flew.

In the scorching hot summer day, it was as if the spring breeze of March had passed, bringing with it the fluttering white petals of a butterfly.

Then, the zither began to play in a low tone with a faint sense of sorrow. The Butterfly Dance danced gently. In the blink of an eye, it vanished into the dust. The delicate fragrance was still permeating the air, the white spirit had already turned into spring mud …

When the song ended, the sound of grief lingered in the air.

On the banks of the Mi River, Zhu Lisi's "Pear Blossom Fall" won Jingguo's top talent, not to mention Mu Rong gongzi, who looked across the river, and hoped for more.

The young master Murong of a Venerable family, the one he adored was the elegant lady who was as elegant as flowing water, and the tyrannical Liu Yu'er. How could she enter his eyes?

Murong Beiyu cupped his fists together and smiled. "Miss must be joking," he politely refused. "Beiyu already has a crush on the lady. I'm sorry, Beiyu, for not accepting Miss Ye's good intentions."

Yo! Yo! Yo!

Our Lady Liu was rejected immediately!

She was neither ashamed nor annoyed.

Her pretty eyebrows were still raised high as she looked at Murong Beiyu with an even more spirited expression. "My teacher told me that if I like her, I should chase her. There's no such thing as a good marriage that I can't ask for." She blinked mischievously, "So, Murong Beiyu, there will be a day when you fall in love with me." She said it with absolute certainty.

Murong Beiyu, there will be a day when you fall in love with me!

In front of Yue Lao, her clear and calm words were like a motto.

That was true.

Many years later, when the future head of the Mu Rong family finally woke up from his stupor and dashed all the way to the outskirts of Yongcheng City, she was seriously injured and staggered. However, how proud was the woman that she had to be to be able to break out of the encirclement?

Her smile was brilliant, stubborn, and at ease. However, the words that came out of her mouth were like ice blades, piercing him to the point where all his hopes were gone.

She said, Murong Beiyu, Liu Yu'er, I don't want you anymore …