Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 3894 The Covenant
This is the Luo Fengtang that Yang Ruoqing is familiar with, but not the Luo Fengtang she is familiar with.

"Tang..."

Just as she opened her mouth, her eyes suddenly went dark, and she passed out.

He retracted the fingers that sealed her acupuncture points, leaned over and hugged her horizontally, and walked out of the secret room step by step.

It was already nighttime in the villa outside.

A round of full moon seems to be hanging on the cornice of Zhujian Villa.

The swordsman disciples in the villa had already gathered here and blocked Luo Fengtang's way.

He stopped and turned his head to look at the bright moon in the sky behind him.

Pale moonlight shone into his fiery pupils.

He seems to be thinking about something...

A forceful pressure was continuously released from him...

Surrounded by eager swordsmen, there are many people, but no one dares to speak.

Suddenly, a strong wind hit, like a tiger descending a mountain, roaring and roaring.

Luo Fengtang obviously didn't make any moves, but walked slowly with Yang Ruoqing in his arms.

Wherever he went, people and things within three feet of his body were overturned and destroyed.

Like a hurricane passing through, long swords and short swords were scattered all over the ground, and there were screaming and rolling disciples from the villa all over the place.

An open space in the backyard of the villa, this is the forbidden area of ​​Zhujian Villa, and it is also the place where Zhuge Qingyun, the owner of the villa, practiced in seclusion.

At this time, Zhuge Qingyun and the white-clothed sect master stood opposite each other, their eyes meeting in mid-air.

The surrounding plants and trees seemed to be still, and even the wind stopped flowing.

"Tell me, where did you get that picture in the secret room?" asked the master in white.

Zhuge Qingyun smiled: "I won't tell you."

The head of the white-clothed sect said: "Is that Biyun?"

Zhuge Qingyun did not deny it.

The head of the white-clothed door twitched his eyebrows, and his breathing became a little short.

"Old man Zhuge, I am very happy to talk to you like this, so don't play tricks on mysteries and yin and yang!"

The master in white raised the jade Xiao in his hand and pointed at Zhuge Qingyun:
"I'll ask you one last time. If you don't answer, I will destroy the Sword Forging Villa and let your disciples and grandchildren be buried with you for your stubbornness!"

Zhuge Qingyun raised his hand and stroked his gray goatee, and said with a smile: "If you flatten my villa, I will go to Suolong Mountain, destroy the tomb, and pull up your peach blossom forest!"

"you……"

The master in white was so angry that his fingers were shaking.

Zhuge Qingyun said: "Old Bai, your irritable temper really hasn't changed at all! I thought that these 30 years of avoiding the world will let you cultivate your morality, guard against arrogance and impetuosity..."

"Shut up, old man Zhuge!" The head of the white-clothed sect impatiently cut off Zhuge Qingyun's words.

"Don't go around in circles with me here, and ask for your conditions, what exactly is it, you tell me the origin of that painting! Where have you seen Biyun!" He said.

Zhuge Qingyun smiled: "Old Bai, these are two questions!"

The master in white was holding Yu Xiao's fingers and creaking.

Zhuge Qingyun moved his gaze from the fingers of the white-clothed sect master to his face.

"You promise to compete with me, and I will tell you where you got this portrait. How is it?" Zhuge Qingyun said.

The head of the white-clothed sect nodded without thinking.

"Okay, let's get started!"

He took a step back and raised Yu Xiao in his hand.

The moonlight was shining brightly on Yu Xiao, and there was a misty white glow on Xiao's body.

"Use your sword!" The white-clothed sect master urged again.

Zhuge Qingyun shook his head: "Now I won't compare with you."

"Why?" asked the white-clothed sect master.

Zhuge Qingyun said: "I won't compete swords with a disturbed person."

The master in white said: "You mean I'm upset?"

Zhuge Qingyun said: "Your mind is in a mess, you know it, why should I say it?"

The master in white frowned.

After waiting for 30 years, if he hadn't held on to a glimmer of hope, hoping to reunite with Biyun in his lifetime, otherwise he wouldn't have survived to this day.

Can you not be excited to finally get some news?Can the heart not be disturbed?

The master in white took a deep breath, brushed his robe and sat on the floor, crossed his legs and meditated.

Zhuge Qingyun said: "Three days later, at the top of Yanta Mountain behind Zhujian Villa, you and I will fight. If you win me, I will tell you."

"If you lose..."

"Stop!" The master in white clothes cut off Zhuge Qingyun's words, "You worry too much, this seat will definitely win!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a strange noise from the secret room, and then a disciple from the Sword Casting Villa hurried towards this side.

"Master, something is wrong, the secret room was breached..."

The disciple told Zhuge Qingyun everything about Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing's coming out, including the ghost doctor's death.

After hearing this, Zhuge Qingyun was surprised, and then became excited.

"Hahaha, the old man has waited, finally, and said that there is a treasure hidden in this kid's body!"

Zhuge Qingyun was eager to leave, but was stopped by the master in white.

"I've saved Luo Fengtang!" he said.

Zhuge Qingyun raised his eyebrows.

The head of the white-clothed door continued: "He is my nephew, the son of an old man. I was also entrusted by my old man to come to your sword-making villa to find people."

"So?" Zhuge Qingyun asked again.

The head of the white-clothed sect pursed his lips, raised Yu Xiao in his hand, and put on a look of dying to the end.

……

Yang Ruoqing didn't know how long she had been in a coma, she just felt like she had a long, long dream.

In the dream, it was all fighting, and the sky was covered with blood.

There was red, blood, and flames everywhere.

She was running in this chaos, she saw Luo Fengtang, he was dyed red from hair to toes, like a bloody phoenix, like a burning fire!
When she found him, she happened to see him tearing up the ghost doctor with his hands, one after another.

"Tang Yazi, don't tear it up, don't tear it up..."

Yang Ruoqing rushed up to hug him, but was shaken away by his internal force, her internal organs were burning like fire.

Looking at him who had gone mad, Yang Ruoqing could only cry and shout helplessly.

The internal organs are getting hotter, they will be burnt, water, water, if only there is water...

When she was drowsy, someone gently lifted her head, and the warm and sweet liquid flowed into her mouth.

It slid down the throat all the way, as if the dry scorched earth ushered in a rain...

When she opened her eyes again, it was night.

The candles in the room were dimmed, and her hands were tightly held by a pair of warm, big hands with thin calluses.

When she turned her head, she saw Luo Fengtang lying on the side of the bed, seeming to be dozing off.

Her eyes softened, and she raised her other hand to stroke his hair gently.

He woke up immediately, raised his head and saw that she was awake, and his bloodshot eyes showed a light of surprise.

"Qing'er, you are awake!"

"How does this feel? Is there any discomfort in your body?" He asked in a low voice.

Yang Ruoqing felt it carefully, then shook her head lightly: "Fortunately, except for not having much strength, there is nothing unusual about it."

Actually, my chest still hurts a bit...

He was hit by the palm wind of the white-clothed sect master before, and he recovered by [-] to [-]%, but he was slapped firmly by the ghost doctor again.

(End of this chapter)