"I have been pretending to be dead for so long, and I have dispersed. It's time to wake up, right?" He gently patted Chen Fuyun, who was lazy in his arms, and couldn't bear to wake up. Chen Xiaoya said softly like the sister next door.

"Teacher Xiaoya, you are about to go to the empire. I have to hug you for a while." Chen Fuyun closed his eyes and rubbed Chen Xiaoya's chest, no one could bear to leave her arms.

"You can't hug you like this if you want to hug me. You are very heavy, and the teacher's hands are sore." Chen Xiaoya said.

"Oh." Chen Fuyun said lightly, then jumped out of Chen Xiaoya's arms quickly. Looking at his hippie face, there was no sign of injury.

"The teacher will leave in a while. Do you have anything to say to me?" Chen Xiaoya suddenly asked.

"Yes." Chen Fuyun nodded vigorously, restrained his smile, and stared deeply at Chen Xiaoya's face that seemed to be Zhong Tiandi. Suddenly, he embraced Chen Xiaoya, who was unprepared, hugged her very tightly, and whispered in her ear: "Three months later, I will go to the imperial capital to find you. Teacher Xiaoya, wait for me."

As he said that, this guy kissed Chen Xiaoya gently on the face with great difficulty, and then ran away in panic before Chen Xiaoya came to his senses!

Teacher Xiaoya is a price to pay. Chen Fuyun, who tasted the taste five years ago, did not have the courage to stand there and wait for Chen Xiaoya's anger to come.

Looking at the boy who ran away without a trace, Chen Xiaoya was slightly stunned. When she came to her senses, a strange look appeared on her face, and she pursed her lips in the direction where he disappeared, gritted her teeth and said, "Stupid brat, the older she grows, the more rogue she is. Even the teacher dares to tease her! Remember what you said, if you don't see anyone in the emperor in three months, hum!"

The heavy humming word was like a sledgehammer hitting a bell, and the sound was heard through the green wall. Chen Fuyun, who was fleeing in panic, couldn't help but speed up the speed under his feet when he heard this sound.

However, he didn't run too much. He left the Chen family gate, walked around the wall, ran to the foot of a secluded wall, found a clean bluestone to sit down, gasping for excitement.

I wonder if Teacher Xiaoya is so angry that she stamps her feet?

Chen Fuyun calmed down his breath, narrowed his eyes, held the dog tail grass he picked out casually, and pondered in the warm sunshine.

For Teacher Xiaoya, as early as when she was ten years old, a strange feeling had already taken root.

The beautiful scenes of Chen Xiaoya in previous years were like smoke and clouds, waves and ripples in his mind, just like the river flowing under the light golden sunshine, and faint ripples in the breeze.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, she was about to leave the Chen family and go to the imperial capital of the Great Yan Empire. If she wanted to see her again, she would at least increase her strength to the level of a fighting master.

However, it is not easy to improve the realm to the fighter in a short period of time? It will take at least six or seven years for ordinary people to practice fighting spirit from fightinger to fighting master!

What you say, what you pour out water!

Even if it is difficult to reach the sky with practice, you have to do your best! Chen Fuyun clenched his fists and thought hard.

A soothing sword energy roared, and suddenly broke the tranquility of Chen Fuyun's squinting eyes and thinking for a moment. He opened his eyes suddenly, and the man and sword that rushed towards him like a stream of light was the cute and charming girl who was returning, Han Qingxue!

At this moment, the cute and charming girl in a pink dress held an ancient sword full of dark blue and jade. Her face was cold, her momentum was like a rainbow, and her murderous intent could not be hidden!

Facing the sword that was galloping like a meteor, Chen Fuyun's face turned slightly cold. Without time to dodge, he suddenly stood up, raised his hand and slapped it hard.

With a sniff, the sharp ancient sword easily cut Chen Fuyun's palm like cutting tofu. The sword force did not diminish at all, penetrated his palm and stabbed into his forearm, and finally stuck on a bone between his wrist!

The dripping blood splashed out, sprinkling on Han Qingxue's pink cheeks and white and tender neck. The strong visual impact made the girl who had never seen such a bloody scene immediately panic.

Han Qingxue bit her lip, a hint of timidness appeared on her face, and hesitated and asked: "You...why don't you hide?"

Chen Fuyun endured the severe pain from his arm and did not answer. Instead, he suddenly took a step forward, locked Han Qingxue's throat, and lifted her up.

Han Qingxue was panicked and confused for a moment, and her hands and feet were struggling and kicking Chen Fuyun's body with Yuanli. However, Chen Fuyun seemed to be like a person without pain. He used all his strength and took her to a meadow more than ten meters away from the courtyard, and threw her to the ground with a bang!

Han Qingxue only felt that the fall made her butt hurt so much. Before she could struggle to get up, Chen Fuyun's body was leaning over and sitting on her body. Her arms trembled, and a thrust sound like lightning and slashed through the sky. The blood color fell in the sky, pouring Han Qingxue's face!

Chen Fuyun actually pulled out the ancient sword with the word "Qingyun" engraved from his wrist!

He raised the Qingyun Ancient Sword, and when Han Qingxue was so scared that she dared to open her eyes, he raised his hands and fell!

Bang!

Chen Fuyun used his sword as a whip and whipped Han Qingxue hard on his little buttocks! He gritted his teeth and asked with a fierce look on his face: "Do you dare to follow me? Do you dare to attack me?"

Han Qingxue opened her eyes and looked at him. Seeing the blood on his arm, he was shocked and confused, and felt aggrieved. He cried with red eyes: "You deserve it! You and you are not finished, I wish I could cut you into pieces!"

Chen Fuyun raised his eyebrows and said, "Believe it or not, I will cut you down now!"

Han Qingxue exclaimed: "You dare! You kill me, my father... my father destroyed your nine clans!"

Bang!

Chen Fuyun's face was as deep as water, and he slapped her ass again. The ancient sword pointed at her diagonally and said in a cold voice: "I hate others to use this to threaten me the most in my life. If you dare to say another word, I will rape you and kill you!"

Han Qingxue was so scared that she trembled all over. In her red eyes, tears rolled down her eyes. She gritted her teeth, raised her head, and said hard: "If you have the courage, kill me!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she sniffed, and the cold sword light flew through her eyes, easily cutting a hole in the clothes on her chest.

"You! You really dare..."

Halfway through her words, another sword light flew away, followed by a dozen flashes of sword lights wrapped around her clothes and the sound of broken clothes. Han Qingxue closed her eyes, her slender eyelashes were full of tears, and she didn't dare to look at him.

Chen Fuyun reached into her waist and stroked her satin-like skin. With a gentle touch, Han Qingxue immediately trembled all over and exclaimed in surprise.

"Give you another last chance, say, do you dare to threaten me?"

Han Qingxue opened her eyes, her red eyes stared at Chen Fuyun with a fierce look on her face, and suddenly she started crying. Even if someone with a hard heart was as hard as he could hear it, she had to soften her heart.

"Why did you do so sadly when you cried? You didn't really rape you. Because you are still young, I will let you go. If you dare to pester me, rape you will be considered light!"

As she said that, the boy's shoulders trembled suddenly, and another mouthful of blood was spurting out of his mouth. The scarlet blood flew past Han Qingxue's cheeks, so shocked that she didn't dare to move slightly.

Chen Fuyun was seriously injured when he collided with Bai Xiaofeng just now. Now he was stabbed again. The secret injury and new injuries surged, and his body was so iron-killed that he couldn't bear it.

With his sword on the ground, Chen Fuyun stood up forcing his feet, shook and walked around the crowded Chen family courtyard gate, and walked around the bamboo house through a secluded path.

Until his back was about to disappear from his sight, Han Qingxue suddenly came to her senses and looked at him silly. Until he disappeared, he suddenly burst into tears. After crying, he wiped away his tears and shouted: "Remember this revenge! If I don't take it back, I, Han Qingxue, will not be a human being!"

After saying that, he was worried that Chen Fuyun, the vicious man, would return, so he immediately got up in panic and ran to a pool like the wind. After washing the blood on his face, he took out a cloak from the ring with space storage ability on his fingers and wrapped his body, running away!

...

Chen Fuyun returned to the bamboo house, closed the door tightly, found a healing pill, and after taking it, he simply bandaged the bleeding palm with a bandage. When the medicine power spread between the lungs, he climbed onto the bed, sat cross-legged, concentrated and closed his eyes, vomited slowly and deeply, and started to use his energy to heal his wounds.

Most of the injuries caused by Han Qingxue's punches and kicks were skin injuries. The hidden injuries caused by Bai Fengxiao's legs on his shoulders were not serious. Only the sword injury caused by the sword suffered by the sword on his arm was the biggest trauma for Chen Fuyun.

The ancient blue sword engraved with the word "Qingyun" must be a mysterious soldier!

Fortunately, Han Qingxue was flustered at the time and didn't care about letting the ancient sword open, otherwise, her life would have to be directly explained to her.

Chen Fuyun sighed secretly in his heart.

Or because of insufficient strength, if it weren't for the cultivation level of Douxuan, how could Han Qingxue hurt herself?

Only by making yourself stronger again can you have the ability to avoid being hurt!

Chen Fuyun took a deep breath, and suddenly a desperate desire for powerful power surged in his heart.

...

Five days later.

It was another sunny morning.

After a night of meditation, Chen Fuyun opened his eyes. His eyes flashed with a flash, his wrists trembled, and the bandages between his arms instantly broke into small pieces of cloth, circling and falling to the ground.

When I turned my hand, I saw that the sword mark on my palm that penetrated directly into my forearm had disappeared, without blood scabs, and there was not even the smallest trace. It was as intact as before, as if I had never been injured.

Looking at the flawless palm, Chen Fuyun was surprised: "I didn't expect that the black iron stone actually ran into his dantian, and this thing had such a terrifying healing effect, which was incredible."

Any family of Douzhe who can stand in a large city in the empire for hundreds of years will be indispensable to own one or several places dedicated to the family's fighting Taoist practice.

In these areas specially used for cultivation, the most critical training place set up by the Douzhe family is often not the pressure-protecting room, nor is it the dangerous steel and bronze level.

But...
Chapter completed!