Emperor Jiuyin

At night, in the Tianfu, on the Solitary Peak.

This is an extremely remote and quiet place. A woman in purple stands on the top of the peak, the wind is rustling and the moon is bright.

There were continuous footsteps coming from behind. The footsteps were very light and slow, but the frequency was getting faster and faster. This was a reflection of the visitor's mood, cautious but impatient.

The woman turned around, and ten years passed by without leaving any trace of time on her face. She was as delicate and charming as before, with delicate features and graceful eyes. Her purple dress danced in the wind, and her face also blossomed. An intoxicating smile.

"Hwarang..." He Shiyin's tone was still so gentle and touching.

Ma Hualang changed his attire, wearing green clothes, and his long hair fell down.

When he heard the word Hwarang, Ma Hwarang's heart trembled, and his whole body felt as if he had been shocked by electricity, a gentle pain raging throughout his body.

That green and beautiful feeling has not passed for ten years. When Mahualang saw He Shiyin's face and her pure water-like eyes, he had reason to believe that she had not changed.

"Shiyin..."

The two stood side by side on the Solitary Peak, watching the lights flashing at the foot of the mountain, and couldn't help but fall into silence.

"How have you been in the past ten years?" He Shiyin asked.

Mahualang smiled and said, "It's okay, what about you?"

"Not good." He Shiyin said.

"Why?"

"because of you."

Mahualang's body was shaken violently, and his face showed a deep look of pain.

"It is my fault."

"Why did you leave me in the first place?"

"I can't fight him. Even if I can defeat him, there is still a group of people around him who are not much weaker than me. They teamed up to besiege me, and I almost died because of it." Mahualang said.

He Shiyin turned around and stared at Ma Hualang, "When you ran away, why didn't you think of taking me away? You didn't have me in your heart at all."

"I am already a useless person. Taking you away will only hurt you."

"I'm not afraid, you know."

"But I can't do that." Mahualang bit his lips.

"Mahualang, you are a coward."

"Yes, I am a coward. If I were not a coward, I would not let you become Sima Qianlong's woman." Ma Hualang's lips almost overflowed with blood.

This sentence not only contains Mahualang's self-blame, but also contains a trace of Mahualang's resentment towards He Shiyin.

After He Shiyin heard this, her delicate body suddenly trembled. When Ma Hualang said this, it was undoubtedly the most terrifying fatal injury to her.

"Hwarang, it turns out you know this. Have you always been worried about this?" He Shiyin's face looked painful.

"Yes, I don't understand why you want to marry him. Even if you marry anyone, I don't blame you, but you have become his." Mahualang's fingers almost sank into the flesh and blood, and it was heartbreaking. The pain ravaged the whole body.

"Are you willing to listen to my explanation?"

"I do not want to hear."

"But I want to tell you that since I found out you were still alive, I don't want you to know about it all the time."

Mahualang was silent, but He Shiyin knew that he wanted to hear.

"I... I sent people to look for your whereabouts, but after three years of searching, there was no news about you. I thought you were dead. Master kept forcing me, and I..." He Shiyin covered her face and sobbed. .

In the midst of sobbing, the bitter past unfolded like a painting. This painting was dotted with too many crystal tears, which set off waves of uproar in Mahualang's heart, destroying him and making him Rebirth.

A woman's tears are like a flood that breaks a dam.

Tears overwhelmed their sanity, and they embraced each other. On the Solitary Peak, they were no longer alone, but two people dancing together.

He Shiyin is just such a woman who dares to throw herself into the flames. She is brave and fearless, regardless of the consequences, and only follows her own heart. It is this kind of temperament and this courage that deeply attracts Ma Hualang. Like a drug, once it is contaminated, it can never be extricated.

…

The night is gone and the morning light is dim.

He Shiyin tied up her hair and showed a heart-warming smile, "Hwarang, if you abandon me this time, I will never let you go even if I become an evil ghost."

Ma Hualang nodded calmly. He had already made a decision in his heart, and he would not let go no matter what this time.

The two of them left Duren Peak one after another, but they didn't know that in the darkness last night, there was always a pair of bright and deep eyes, which seemed to penetrate the universe and the galaxy, taking in everything they did.

…

Time flies, three days have passed, and today the seven sects will move into the reception hall of Tianfu, waiting for the start of the eight-sect competition tomorrow.

Su Xiaoya stood under the willow tree in the small courtyard and gently called Li Hanxue's name, but no one answered. She had no choice but to leave gracefully.

Reception courtyard.

A group of students were already waiting, dressed in the brightest clothes and with the most handsome and decent hairstyles, to form a welcoming team, ninety-nine people in total, who had been waiting to set off for half an hour.

"What's wrong? Why don't you leave?"

"Wait a minute, the people coming this time are all fourth-grade sects with respected status, which is extremely unusual. Isn't it inappropriate for us to greet them like this?"

"What's inappropriate?" one student said, "We have done the best we can. If they are not satisfied, there is nothing we can do."

"No, what I mean is that none of the ninety-nine of us can hold up the situation. If there is a thorn among them and deliberately makes things difficult for us, who among us can step forward to deal with it?" Another student was worried.

As this person said, if someone stirs up trouble, the students in their reception hall will be almost unable to suppress the situation. When the time comes, outsiders will see the joke and lose the face of Canglan College. This is extremely detrimental to the reputation of Canglan College.

"And I heard that we are going to meet the three major sects: Xuanyuan Sect, Xuantian Sect and Blood Moon Sword Sect. Among them, the disciples of Xuantian Sect are the most unruly and unruly. If they start trouble, then It’s troublesome.”

The students all expressed their thoughts.

"How about this? Let's ask the masters from the Martial Arts Academy to come and accompany us."

"If the people from the Martial Arts Academy... can invite the Son of Blue, that would be great. If not, they will have to invite masters at level six or above of the Xuanwu Realm to calm the situation."

After everyone finished discussing, they sent people to the Martial Arts Academy to invite people.

After some enthusiastic invitations, they actually found a son of Canglan - Fang Ling, the ninth son of Canglan.

Ninety-nine students in the reception hall were extremely grateful for Fang Ling's arrival.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Fang, for taking time out of your busy schedule to welcome the distinguished guests in our reception hall. I am really grateful."

Fang Ling waved her hand and said with a smile: "It's a small thing, why be grateful."

"Senior Fang is really a friendly person." Several female students said with admiration on their faces, "And he is very strong. It would be great if I could be his girlfriend."

Fang Ling was smiling, but he was not smiling.

If it were normal, Fang Ling would never agree to the reception hall to do such low-priced work as receiving guests.

But now the situation is different. He is already at the bottom among the ten Canglan disciples. Li Hanxue's strong rise makes him feel desperate.

He didn't want to fight Li Hanxue. This was something he had already decided in his mind. But the Eight Sects of Martial Arts Conference is not a conference for Li Hanxue alone. Fang Ling, as the tenth disciple of Canglan, also wants to stand out.

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