Rong Mo sat on the ground in the forest, with a piece of white clothes flowing elegantly. He held his breath and concentrated, his eyes closed tightly, his fingers entangled, and all kinds of emotions surged under his calm face.

The forest is quiet and the wind is light, only the sound of the piano is lingering.

Rong Mo sat on the ground in the forest, his white clothes flowing elegantly. He held his breath and concentrated, his eyes closed tightly, his fingers intertwined. Various emotions surged under his calm face, and time seemed to have stopped.

"The best young master in the world, he really deserves his reputation..."

Before he finished speaking, Mingfeng's sword energy rose from the ground again, with a cold light and a powerful momentum like a rainbow.

The corners of Rong Mo's lips were raised, with a smile, and he looked calm and relaxed. A burst of clear and graceful piano music curled up from his fingertips. At first it was like flowing water, like a whisper, gentle and lingering, making small ripples in the air. Then the slender fingers moved faster and faster, and the sound of the piano suddenly became louder. Sometimes it is as gentle and soothing as a clear spring, and sometimes it is as cold and exciting as a passing hurricane.

The sound of the piano overflowed with ripples as fine as torrential rain, forming a confrontation like lightning with the killing sword energy swooping in from more than ten meters away. The two internal forces were rolling like floating clouds, thundering and raining, as if weapons were clashing, making a clanging sound, but they were invisible. For a moment, it was difficult to tell the winner.

Rong Mo's internal energy has been severely depleted recently, and as time goes by, he is gradually at a disadvantage.

The blood between Rong Mo's fingers has dyed the strings red, and the bright red that enters his eyes is shocking and dazzling. His eyebrows are slightly frowned, and fine crystal beads of sweat have oozed out on his forehead, which is as smooth as grease. The lavender color between his eyebrows is also faint. visible.

Seeing a black shadow rolled up by Xiao Leng's hurricane, coming straight towards him as fast as lightning, Rong Mo seemed unaware of it, and suddenly he raised his jade finger with all his strength, and a sharp and ear-piercing sound rushed straight towards the black mist. .

At this moment, the heaven and earth were silent, like the brief clarity after the clouds broke through and the sky opened.

Mingfeng was dressed in black, and his hair was simply held up with a silver hairpin. He stood proudly in the green, but exuded an aura like snow from the mountains.

His eyes fell coldly on Rong Mo's blood-stained ten fingers. A trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and it disappeared in an instant. When he raised his eyes, he turned his wrist and saw Huo Ran's sharp sword from the sleeves of his broad robe. Feng put it back into the sheath calmly, and looked at Rong Mo with deep meaning, "Only Mr. Rong Mo among men in the world can convince me of my defeat!"

Rong Mo's clear and boundless eyes contained a faint smile. : "It's such an honor!"

"It's hard to predict whether your luck will be good or bad at the moment, so you'd better ask for your own blessings..." Ming Feng turned a blind eye to Rong Mo's bright smile, and just coldly blurted out a few numbers.

"Thank you for reminding me!" Rong Mo was wearing a plain robe and white shirt, his sleeves fluttering in the morning breeze, and his smile was like the bloom of an epiphyllum, which seemed to make people drunk. It's just that his face was extremely pale, and his eyelashes trembled slightly, like a glass doll that could be broken with a light touch.

"You were already physically exhausted, but you forced yourself to use your internal strength to fight against me. Now your heart has been injured, and all five internal organs have been damaged. It will take half a year at most and several months at least..."

"Thank you for your concern. I'll see you in the next moment. My life will be safe for a while! "

"You must take her away? "

"Of course..." Rong Mo just said lightly, then looked not far away and smiled brightly.

"You can't take her away, she is one of ours!" After a long time, Mingfeng said slowly.

"Oh? I only know that the dead men in the Ange are loyal to the royal family of Donghua. Now that Donghua has been destroyed by Nanliang, the emperor set himself on fire and the prince was killed. At this time, you, the master, continue to do indifferent things." What's the point of resisting? Even if Donghua is not destroyed by Nanliang, he will fall under the territory of Beiyi Kingdom sooner or later. Recognizing reality and obeying God's will are sometimes not contradictory!" Rong Mo admired his loneliness! He looked indifferent and didn't take it seriously, so he smiled casually.

"You..." Mingfeng's voice was low, and his cold and threatening gaze immediately came over. Apart from him, there is no other person who can determine his identity at a glance and downplay the situation in the world.

Seeing his slight annoyance, Rong Mo Mansheng chuckled and said: "If Donghua had clear politics and a rich country and a strong military, how could it end up in such a world? It is hateful for Nanliang to bully the weak with the strong, but just one person Ange, nothing can be changed, so why bother making insignificant sacrifices? As for this girl, I don’t care about her past, but I am in charge of her future!”

As soon as Rong Bi said this, the person on the other side was shocked. The breath fell silent for a moment.

Mingfeng's arrogant figure stood opposite Rong Bi, with high boots and sword, like a shadow. The morning breeze blew his clothes and hair flying over his angular face.

Seeing that he was silent, Rong Mogan laughed a few times and said sarcastically: "You'd better leave quickly. There is a large group of soldiers in Nanliang approaching here. If you want to continue competing with me, I will never stop you. ..”

“Haha, it’s really incredible that the dignified Emperor Nanliang went to such great lengths for one of my assassins in Ange! But I want to tell Mr. Rong that what we in Ange want to do will never change easily. As for those who leave our secret pavilion, there is only one way to die. I hope the Emperor Master can protect her for the rest of her life!" Ming Feng laughed loudly, but it was cold to the bone. The laughter was wrapped in the whistling morning wind, and seemed urgent and compelling.

After hearing this, Rong Mo's expression changed slightly, and he felt an inexplicable displeasure in his heart. He glanced at him lightly with his jade eyes, and coldly snorted: "You seem to be worrying too much..."

"You and I are both. She is a person with thousands of pasts, and how dangerous and complicated things are. You know better than me. She is still a woman. It would be best if she could not do this. I hope Mr. Rong will do what he says. .." Ming Feng took a deep look at Rong Mo and turned around with his sword in hand.

"Go back and give your pavilion master a message. Good birds choose trees to roost..." Ming Feng was slightly startled, but he could not guess the true meaning of Rong Mo's words.

Rong Mo's eyes darkened until the man's clear back disappeared into the flying dust.

The lake is turquoise, as clear as a mirror, and set like emeralds on the gold-like sand dunes. The reeds are thick beside the water, where the breeze blows, the blue waves ripple, and the water reflects the sandy mountains, creating a wonderful sight.

A carriage with an inconspicuous appearance was parked quietly by the lake. The golden glow silently coated the car body with a layer of dazzling light, adding a bit of softness and luxury.

"Sir, the time has come, is it time to set off?" Qingshu yawned widely and glanced at the motionless car curtain behind him.

When the dream was over, Rong Mo had sleepy eyes, and his expression did not look like joy.

He stood up slightly, and the brocade robe he had wrapped casually slipped off his shoulders in an instant, revealing his jade-lubricated skin, which was both soft and enchanting.

He glanced at the beautiful woman who was still sleeping next to him. The panic and uneasiness still remained on her pale face, and her pale red lips looked like cherries washed by light rain, sparkling. Alluring halo. Her eyelashes are very long, hanging densely on her eyelids, and they look like butterflies spreading their wings in the blink of an eye. The silence of this meeting made her whole person look pleasantly peaceful and beautiful.

A faint smile appeared on Rong Mo's face, and he suddenly felt that the time spent huddled in the car was so wonderful. The grass is luxuriant, the ground is full of surprises, the springs are oasis, and the beauties are sleeping soundly. If possible, it would be a place of intrigue and deception, and he might as well not go back...

Soon, a hint of sarcasm appeared on the corner of his lips, with a hint of something like Wu's bitterness lowered his head and smiled. As long as

lives, these are just wishful thinking on his part. Having given up his rights and pursuits, he was like a humble ant, letting others trample on him but unable to fight back.

Recalling the scene of being wantonly bullied and ridiculed by those teenagers as a child, as well as the lonely figure of the gentle woman under the lantern of the Glazed Beauty Palace, Rong Mo couldn't help but shrink his hands slightly, and his face instantly became like the blue and black sea water, as if Storms and waves are brewing, and they are almost ready to surge up.

But soon the tide rose and fell, and he regained his jade-like warmth. He glanced at the woman in front of him hurriedly, and said lightly, "It's time to set off. I have stayed here for too long..."

That The voice was lazy and casual, which made Qing Shu, whose heart was slightly tense, secretly breathe a sigh of relief.I originally thought that the long silence just now was a sign that the young master was about to get angry. It should not disturb people's dreams. Besides, there was a woman sleeping in the young master's car. Although he had despised this woman from the beginning, he had no choice but to do so. The young master was extremely caring towards her. With the warm and fragrant soft jade in his arms, he would not want to destroy this bliss...

"This girl is still in a coma, will the carriage fly at a high speed..." Qingshu couldn't help but ask one more question, This woman has been unconscious since she got up wet from the cold pool. If she encounters rapid bumps along the way again, I wonder if her condition will be aggravated. He didn't care about her out of sincerity, but it would be too unworthy for the woman whom the young master spent so much to save to die just like that.

"She is just suffering from accumulated cold energy and deficiency of yin. She is not that delicate and timid... Besides, I have given her Po Yu Pills, and she will naturally wake up and be fine in less than two hours..." Rong Mo looked at Looking at the woman with a calm expression in front of him, his pure eyes never looked back for a long time.

Dark Pavilion, the killer... She must be the woman who saved him many years ago, but she looks like a different person, and her memory of the past seems to be very vague. How could she escape from Donghua Kyoto with a child? Why did Ange want to take her back? During this period, there were too many questions to avoid, so Rong Mo gently pressed the aching point on his head.

Po Yu Wan? The young master actually gave one of the extremely precious pills to this woman? Qing Shu kept silent, feeling very unhappy. That Soul Jade Pill was extremely hard to come by. It took Taoist Master Lingxi from Yushan ten years to refine it. It had a miraculous effect on the young master's deficient body. But a woman who has had children in her life is not a young lady. Does the young master need to be so well-intentioned? Besides, the young master is clearly not a womanizer, so how could he suddenly... Could it be that he likes a married woman? Qingshu was really shocked by this sudden idea.