Chapter 1746 Bad Mood, Go Kill the First Sword Master, Chuyun Sword 1

Zheng Qiuchan remained silent.

Qinglong spoke up to this point and did not continue.

He looked at Zheng Qiuchan standing there, and suddenly wanted to reach out and rub her head, just like ten years ago.

However, his palm hovered in the air, but he couldn't drop it for a long time, and finally withdrew his hand.

"Let's go back."

Qinglong shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Maybe I shouldn't show up, but if possible, let him listen to his mother and not go to Yanjing."

"If he didn't meet him, forget it. If he really knew about the Lin family's affairs behind him, with his youthful heart and his talent this time, he might not be angry and beg for his mother. Fair."

"But justice is so difficult. Besides, there is no right or wrong in this kind of thing. The world has only been around for more than a hundred years. Let him feel at ease as his Lin Jiuxuan, powerful in Puhai, and spend his life in Puhai. It is also considered happiness. and stability."

"The wind in the world is precarious, so what regrets can we find in a resting place?"

Qinglong opened his mouth softly, his eyes finally stayed on Zheng Qiuchan's face for a moment, and then he decided to turn his head.

He took a step forward, stepped out of the end of the road, raised the gourd in his hand, poured the sake into his throat, and swayed the bamboo sword from his waist in the wind.

"Where are you going next?"

Zheng Qiuchan saw that Qinglong was about to leave in front of her, her mind was turning a thousand times, and finally she couldn't help asking.

"not in a good mood."

"Go to the island country."

"Kill the number one sword master in the island country,"

"Chuyun Jianyi."

Qinglong's faint voice remained, and then he stepped up lightly with one foot, as ethereal as a god, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The head of the four sages of hidden dragons, Qinglong.

No one knows what his strongest combat power is, let alone where his cultivation reaches.

All he knew was that all the people he wanted to kill died by the sword.

Zheng Qiuchan stood on the spot, the sun was setting, her face was a little pale, she bit her red lips tightly, her face was full of indescribable complexity.

Say goodbye today.

When will we meet next time?

"Life can have several decades."

"Qinglong, I have been waiting for you for ten years."

Zheng Qiuchan muttered to herself.

That year, Qinglong had not yet become Qinglong.

That year, she was seventeen years old.

That year, Qinglong was ordered by someone to enter Zheng's house in Puhai to inquire about Zheng Jiayun's news.

Later, I met Zheng Qiuchan and thought about it for the first time. Ten years have passed.

Qinglong becomes Qinglong.

Zheng Qiuchan is no longer seventeen-year-old Zheng Qiuchan.

"Qiu Chan, the name is a little bad. Qiu Chan will know death. This is the cicada of late autumn. It can't survive the winter, but don't be afraid. With me here, autumn can't go, winter can't come, and the cicada can't die."

"Tiu Chan, what kind of person do you like?"

"Qiuchan, so you like that kind of chivalrous master?"

"Tiu Chan,

In fact, I am very powerful. One day, I will let the whole of China know my name. "

"Qiu Chan, I'm not bragging, and I'm not lying to you. I'm really a master, a master who is taller than all the tall buildings in Puhai."

"Qiuchan, I came to Puhai by order, to ask about Zheng Jiayun's recent situation, if there is no sound, then forget it."

"Tiu Chan, I have something to do, I want to kill someone."

"Qiuchan, I'm leaving, go back to Yinlong, become the Qinglong, and climb to the top of China."

"Tiu Chan, I want to be with you, but I can't give up my mission."

"Qiuchan, from today onwards, I will be Qinglong. As Qinglong, I will be the backbone of China, supporting the sky."

"Tiu Chan, call me if you are in danger, and I will protect you."

Scenes from the past echoed in Zheng Qiuchan's mind.

Every word and phrase at that time was kept in her mind, and she treasured it for many years and dared not forget it.

She would be in a daze from time to time, thinking of the boy who was also very young back then, and would suddenly laugh at herself for being too naive, taking the man's words as a promise, thinking that he would keep his promise.

In the following years, she never dialed that number, and then went to Huaqing to study, and worked as a student for four years under Gu Chujie, Department of Mathematics, Huaqing University.

In the past four years, Zheng Qiuchan saw the green shirt more than once from the corner of her eye. She saw him standing on the top of a tree, hiding on the roof of a building, and hiding in a small shop on the side of the street, drinking by herself.

But he never appeared in front of her, and she didn't take the initiative to look for him.

Either angry, or a little bit unclear about emotions.

Dissatisfied with his sudden parting back then, Zheng Qiuchan waited in Huaqing for four years when she was the only queen.

In four years, Qinglong fought in the shadow of swords and swords.

For four years, she devoted herself to studying under Gu Chujie.

Four years later, Qinglong Megatron China.

Four years later, she finished packing her luggage and desk in the dormitory, took the admission notice from Harvard's School of Mathematics as a graduate student, left behind a letter, and went abroad alone, leaving Yanjing.

After she left, I heard from the people in the dormitory that when she left on the front foot, there was a guest in green shirt on the back foot, who went to the dormitory and took her letter.

There is only one sentence left in the letter.

"After four years of waiting, if you don't come out, I won't wait for you."

"I'm leaving."

"Goodbye, Xiao Jianhan."

Three sentences, just a few words, fell into the world like nothing.

Juanxiu's handwriting is like the entanglement of love and entanglement that has been in a trance for so many years.

Qinglong's real name is Xiao Jianhan, but he became Qinglong from Qinglong. The world only remembers Qinglong, not Xiao Jianhan.

There is only a woman in the world who has never forgotten the word Xiao Jianhan for many years.

Perhaps, the moment she boarded the plane and left the country, she turned around and looked back, she also saw the face hidden in the sea of ​​people in the green shirt with her head raised to the sky.

It's just that it blocks the whole world and countless mortal worlds that cannot be pierced.

After all, it is love that cannot be obtained, and the heart has sympathy.

Zheng Qiuchan stood where she was, looking at the road that was no longer seen.

The wind blows past.

She closed her eyes and burst into tears, unable to control herself.

There are 30,000 characters in the world, but love characters are the most murderous.

A word of love will last until death.

Not far away, Qinglong, who was supposed to leave, was hidden behind the vegetation. He leaned against the ancient tree and looked up at the sky.

"Tiu Chan, I owe you."

"If one day, Lin Jiuxuan refuses to listen to persuasion and insists on entering Beijing."

"I can promise you to protect his life once."

Qinglong muttered to himself, a letter was inserted obliquely in his arms.

He has never looked at what he earned back then, and he has never left his body to collect it for so many years.

Occasionally, when thoughts arise, always take them out and have a look.

See things and think about people.

Qinglong listened to Zheng Qiuchan's low sobs behind him, but did not show up, standing quietly.

The wind blows gently, and the clouds slowly drift across the sky. In the jungle not far away, you can hear the chirping of birds and cicadas.

There are many lovers in the world who cannot be dependents.

Who can say that he can become the fish that slipped through the net?

It's been a long time.

After Zheng Qiuchan sorted out her mood, she turned and left.

Only then did Qinglong take a step forward and leave in a misty way.

This time, go to the island country and kill Chuyun Jianyi.

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