Beautiful and miserable be aesthetics

Chapter 111

It wasn't until evening that Feng Ke heard from the anxious Tian Nan that Lian Shenwei was going to compete with Qiu Che.

He packed most of his burdens, and all he thought about was how he and his father would raise up fat together after abducting Lian Shenwei to Feng's house.

When I first heard about the competition, I even froze for a while, suspecting that I had heard it wrong.

Immediately after realizing it, he went to Qiu Che's residence with a sullen face——

There's no one left.

"Your master is gone too?"

Tian Nan: "Mr. Qiu Che has gone to the appointed competition place, and the master is still in the mansion."

……

Night falls.

Lian Shenwei put on a capable outfit, and took out the Cangshan sword sealed in the sword box.

After getting the Negative Snow Sword back, he never had a chance to give it to Li Ningfeng, and kept it with him for the time being, together with the Cangshan Sword.

boom!

The door was pushed open vigorously.

Feng Ke stood outside the door expressionlessly: "The reason."

Lian Shen sighed slightly: "I know about the Northern Yi, the frontier needs generals."

If his body was still as good as it was ten years ago, he wouldn't have to beat around the bush so much, he would have asked for his life, but right now his body couldn't bear the fatigue on the road at all.

"You want Qiu Che to go?" Feng Ke was puzzled, "Someone in his ancestors was a general, but it's been so long.

"I have no intention of letting him lead the army."

"Then what do you want to do?"

Lian Shenwei was very calm: "It will take about a month for Ning Feng's leg to recover, and it will take more than half a month to rush from the capital to the border at full speed. Even if the recovery is slower on the road, it will take more than ten days to fully recover after reaching the border. "

"A master who is temporarily incapable of walking will make his subordinates unconvinced, but if this master has an invincible sword, even if he is inconvenient to move, he will also be feared."

"Chou Che will be the sword he used during the recovery period of more than ten days."

Cultivating internal strength and swordsmanship to the level of Qiu Che is a deterrent in itself.Those with a higher level of cultivation than Qiu Che, whose origins he is worried about, and those whose origins are reassuring, such as Ming Zhu and Tian Nan, who are not as good as Qiu Che's swordsmanship and acuity, he is the most suitable candidate.

"It's impossible for him to agree," Feng Ke said, "That guy Qiu Che doesn't like the court."

Lian Shenwei would not force Qiu Che to do anything, he just told him the matter objectively, let Qiu Che make his own choice, and stated that even if he refused, he still had other ways.

"He didn't agree, but he didn't refuse either."

After hearing what he had said, Qiu Che just told him, "There is a customary rule between our two engagements, the loser promises the winner one thing, if you win me, of course you can ask me to do anything. "

Feng Ke remained silent for a few seconds, "...Actually, as long as you open your mouth, Chou Che will..."

Lian Shen shook his head slightly: "Yes, as long as I ask, he will definitely agree."

"But I went to ask him for help with my past friendship, and I won him in a fair manner, and I asked him for help with the terms of the contract. The difference between this is too big."

Moreover, because of Qiu Cheng's relationship, he already owed Qiu Che, if he chose the former one, he would not be able to hold his head up in front of Qiu Che for the rest of his life.

He lowered his voice, "Lian Shenwei can do whatever it takes to achieve his goals, throwing away his self-esteem and integrity, being dirty and despicable. But in Qiu Che's eyes, I am Ximian and Lian Yubai."

"The two names are clean and proud."

So it is necessary to go all out without the pity and sympathy of handouts.

Feng Ke looked at him: "Are these more important than life?"

Lian Shenwei replied: "Yes."

Feng Ke let out a breath, stepped forward and grabbed his wrist, turned his head and pulled him out: "I'll take you away."

Lian Shenwei tried to break free, but he couldn't use his internal strength now, and he was not Feng Ke's opponent, so he said helplessly, "Feng Ke."

Feng Ke seemed to have never heard of it: "Let's go now, my things are packed, and you and your elder sister's swords are brought. It doesn't matter if you don't want the things in the Prince Regent's Mansion. What kind of things don't the Feng family have? Throw them here and set them on fire." It's not a pity."

"I've prepared the carriage, and you don't have to worry about the food on the road, I—"

"Feng Ke!"

"Lian Yubai!"

Feng Ke turned his head abruptly, his eyes were slightly red, and he stared at him viciously, "You think I can't do anything with you, do you?!"

"Did you promise me at the beginning? Ying Jing decided to take the throne and you went to Feng's house with me for treatment? Do you think I have no temper when you make this happen to me now?"

Lian Shen was silent for a while, and slowly broke away from her hand.

"For personal reasons, Jing is definitely my nephew. I don't want to embarrass him. For public reasons, the people on the frontier are innocent, and the soldiers who died are innocent. If this problem is solved as soon as possible, fewer people will die."

"I don't think as much as you think. I, Feng Ke, am a selfish person. My father beat me with a stick to keep the medical ethics. I only want my relatives and friends to live a healthy and happy life. Others live or die. What does it have to do with me?!"

The corner of Feng Ke's mouth raised a habitual sarcasm, and he took a step back: "You Lian Shenwei is amazing, you are amazing in the world, you are the greatest, you are poked at the back and scolded, and you turn around and fight with your life for a prosperous world. , who remembers?!"

He turned around coldly, and said the last sentence: "You are amazing, I will leave, and I will kill myself every time! I can't save me!"

The figure of him carrying the medicine bag quickly disappeared, Feng Ke took the luggage and led the horse, and left the Prince Regent's Mansion directly.

Tian Nan glanced at his master.

It’s over.

Originally, I wanted Mr. Feng Ke to persuade the master, but now, Mr. Feng Ke was angry and left.

"I'm going to get Mr. Feng back."

"no need."

Lian Shenwei said, "It's good that he's gone, he hasn't come home very often after treating me for so many years."

When it was time, he picked up the sword box, "Go to the edge of the cliff last time. If you and Ming Zhu follow, please stay away from us."

The cliff is not too high, and there is a green bamboo forest below, few people come, and he specially chose a very late time, so that no one will see them.

When Lian Shenwei arrived here, Qiu Che was wiping his sword.

Qiu Che: "The Wuliang Sword has not been drawn out of its sheath for ten years, and this is the day I have been waiting for."

"I heard that you have gained a reputation as a sword master," Lian Shenwei said with a smile while holding the hilt of the Cangshan Sword with his left hand, "I wonder if you can stand under my hand for a little longer."

Qiu Che glanced at his right hand which was not holding the sword.

He knew about the injury on that hand, but if Lian Shenwei didn't tell him, he pretended not to know.

Qiu Che also had his left hand, "Since it's a competition, of course it must be fair. If you use your left-handed sword, I can do it too."

He took a step forward, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, with the tip of the sword facing down, and bowed his hands.

"My lord, Qiu Che, ask for advice."

Lian Shen was stunned for a moment, then raised the corners of his lips, his meridians surged, and he slowly drew out the Cangshan sword, stepped forward, and saluted with the sword bowed.

"I'm going to sleep, please ask."

Immediately, both of them raised their eyes, their eyes were as sharp as knives.

"Xianmian, I have never defeated you once."

The fighting spirit in Qiu Che's eyes was like fire, and the indifference in his body was ignited with eagerness. The tip of the Wuliang Sword touched the ground, grinding out a tiny bit of flame.

He suddenly raised his figure, and shouted: "I will definitely beat you this time!"

Ximian Hengjian, smiled, and glimpsed a bit of the wanton look in the past.

"Which time you didn't say that!"

This may be the last hearty battle of his life.

The wind from the hills whizzed past, and two figures flew down from the cliff and landed on the swaying bamboo leaves.When both sides are going all out, the powerful sword energy is like a landslide.

……

Know the sea.

The moment he controlled Lian Shenwei's body and pulled out his sword, Gong Du pinched himself hard in the sea of ​​consciousness and regained consciousness for a while.

He dragged out the script, took a pen and crossed a paragraph above.

Then he nodded happily.

Not bad, not too bad, soon, he will be able to rot together with his broken body.

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"Wow—!"

Feng Ke reined in the horse, looking at the road ahead with heavy eyes, his fingers holding the rein slowly tightened, his finger bones turned white.

Stopping and stopping, being blown by the cold wind for so long, his temper has never been good, he knew that he couldn't stop him and had no reason to stop Lian Shenwei, so he became short of breath for a while, and such a long time was enough for his feverish mind to gradually calm down .

He was angry with Lian Shenwei, more angry with himself.

He was angry at himself for not being able to heal him.

This is the outskirts of Beijing, not too far from the battle location that Tian Nan told him, he could even faintly hear the sound of swords clashing.

The dark blue night sky is covered with stars, such a beautiful night, but it just can't stand someone looking for death.At this time, it should have been handed over for a while.

The impact of this intensity of internal force caused a huge difference in the load compared to the last time.

madness!

Stupid!

Stupid!

Feng Ke's face became colder and colder.

He turned the horse's head, "Drive!"

The horse ran faster and faster, galloping towards the way it came.

You bastard Lian Shenwei, you must hold on.

Waiting for Lao Tzu to catch you.