Chapter 439: The Eve of the Conference (Part )

It's hard to say goodbye when meeting each other, and Dongfeng is powerless and can't help.

When the silkworm is dead, the silk will be exhausted, and the torch will turn into gray and tears will begin to dry.

Xiao Jing, but the clouds change, Ye Yin should feel the moonlight cold.

There is no way to go to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent to look around.

To this day, Luo Tianjin and Teng Rou have been separated for more than twenty years, but his love is so deep that he can't control himself. He can only stay in his study every night, staring at her portrait, infatuated and missing her.

Tonight, the unexpected encounter not only made Luo Tianjin's heart beat fast and almost cry for joy, but also made Xiao Zhirou, who had long forgotten this relationship, feel at a loss and almost lost her mind.

Staring at the beauty in front of him, even though the moon was hazy, even though her face was covered by a veil, even though there was one person between them, even though there were vast oceans and fields, Luo Tianjin still recognized her at a glance. She was the woman he deeply loved, owed, missed, and suffered for, the fairy who had a charming smile like a flower in the mottled portrait.

However, time flies by, and Luo Tianjin meets Teng Rou countless times in his dreams. Every time, there are thousands of words, endless stories and endless love words. But he never expected that he would meet Teng Rou unexpectedly without any preparation.

Faced with this fate, Luo Tianjin could not utter a single word of the words from his heart that he had cultivated over the years.

At this moment, he just wanted to stare at her infatuatedly, quietly, and blankly. Even if his eyes were blurred with tears, even if the moon was covered by dark clouds, even if the sword was against his chest, he still stared at her intently, and even couldn't bear to blink...

In fact, Luo Tianjin is not the only one who is feeling confused and worried at this moment.

When Xiao Zhirou recognized Luo Tianjin in a hurry, her heart, which had been silent for twenty years, sealed for twenty years, and dead for twenty years, suddenly began to beat violently.

This sudden and turbulent wave, like a tidal wave, made her unable to tell whether it was joy or sorrow, love or hate.

Standing face to face and looking into each other's eyes, everything in the world seemed to freeze and become virtual at this moment.

At this moment, he only had her in his eyes, and she only had him in her eyes. Too many emotions were contained in their tightly intertwined gazes.

They first met, talked and laughed, flirted, played music and sword dance, loved each other, and made love... until the situation suddenly changed, bad news came one after another, swords flashed, life and death depended on each other, love lasted for three lifetimes, and reluctantly said goodbye...

The complexity of emotions, the confusion of thoughts, and the ups and downs of moods cannot be described in words. They can only be understood but are difficult to put into words.

Luo Tianjin's eyes changed from infatuation to doting, and then from bitterness to guilt.

Xiao Zhirou's eyes changed from panic to confusion, and then from shame and anger to coldness.

The two people's hearts are fluctuating and their emotions are changing, which can be seen through two pairs of eyes filled with completely different emotions.

This glance seemed to be fleeting, yet seemed to stand still for a thousand years.

When Luo Tianjin slowly found himself from the overwhelming emotions, his eyes were red and his body trembled uncontrollably.

"Rou'er..." Luo Tianjin spoke with difficulty, only to find that his throat had become extremely dry without him knowing when, "Is it really... is it really you?"

Along with this greeting that was as pale as wax and as complicated as a rainbow, Luo Tianjin couldn't help but take a step forward and subconsciously walked towards Xiao Zhirou.

"stop!"

Tang Afu's eyes turned cold, and his ruthless sword pointed directly at Luo Tianjin's heart, preventing him from moving forward even half a step.

However, at this moment, Luo Tianjin had no eyes for Tang Afu at all, let alone the ruthless sword that blocked his way. Facing Tang Afu's shouting, he ignored it and continued to move forward.

In a moment of carelessness, the extremely sharp tip of the sword had pierced through his robe and cut his skin, and a trace of bright red blood slowly flowed out along the blade.

"Master, be careful!"

Xie Xuan was horrified and rushed forward quickly, pulling the dazed Luo Tianjin behind him.

"Rou'er, where have you been these years? I..."

"Mr. Luo, you got the wrong person!"

In stark contrast to the sad Luo Tianjin, Xiao Zhirou's attitude was extremely cold, and there was no trace of emotion in her tone.

"Afu, let's go!"

After saying that, Xiao Zhirou suddenly turned around and wanted to leave.

"The river and the sky are one color without a speck of dust, and the bright moon is alone in the sky. Who first saw the moon by the river? When did the moon by the river first shine on people?"

However, at the moment when Xiao Zhirou turned around, Luo Tianjin suddenly began to recite "Spring River Moon Night", a poem that has a special meaning to "Teng Rou".

Hearing this, Xiao Zhirou's steps couldn't help but pause, and her body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

"You still said it wasn't you?"

At this moment, Luo Tianjin had gradually woken up from his trance. He pushed away Xie Xuan who was blocking him, looked at Xiao Zhirou's figure with complicated eyes, and said bitterly: "These years... have you been well?"

"Luo, stop pretending to be kind and righteous in front of me." Xiao Zhirou said disdainfully without even turning her head. "Don't you know whether I am okay or not? Your actions back then put me in a desperate situation. How can you have the nerve to ask me if I am okay today?"

Every word Xiao Zhirou said was like a knife, piercing deep into Luo Tianjin's heart and making him feel miserable.

"Rou'er, I'm sorry for you...back then, I owed you too much, too much..."

"That's enough!" Xiao Zhirou interrupted coldly, "You and I have already severed ties. We no longer have any affection for each other. All that's left is hatred. Mr. Luo, I feel sick just hearing your voice and want to vomit just seeing your hypocritical face. You'd better get out of here as far as possible before I get angry!"

Xiao Zhirou's ruthlessness and disloyalty made Luo Tianjin heartbroken and exhausted.

"Rou'er, if killing me can make you feel better, you can kill me right now. I, Luo Tianjin, will never say no!"

After finally meeting her, how could Luo Tianjin give up so easily? Even though Xiao Zhirou mocked and even spoke viciously, he still shamelessly pursued her and said guiltily: "Rou'er, listen to me..." "Luo Tianjin, you've said enough!"

Suddenly, a dry and hoarse voice came from the darkness.

Then, Yun Zhuiyue, dressed in a black robe and wearing gold ornaments, slowly appeared in front of Luo Tianjin and Xiao Zhirou, accompanied by Si Wudao, Tang Xuan and a group of Longxiang Mountain disciples.

Upon seeing Yun Zhuiyue, Luo Tianjin and Xiao Zhirou were both stunned.

Xie Xuan was cautious of Si Wudao and Tang Xuan who came with ill intentions, and asked tentatively: "Are you the Holy Lord of Longxiang Mountain?"

However, facing the confusion of Xie Xuan and Luo Tianjin, Yun Zhuiyue turned a blind eye and turned a deaf ear. As soon as he appeared, his eyes were fixed on Xiao Zhirou, never moving away for a moment.

A pair of cloudy eyes, at this moment, contained an indescribable complexity. The look in Yun Zhuiyue's eyes when he looked at Xiao Zhirou was no simpler than Luo Tianjin's.

Similarly, when Xiao Zhirou saw Yun Zhuiyue, an indescribable strange look emerged in her beautiful eyes.

"Saint Lord Yun, it seems that Luo has no grudge against you..."

"Shut up!"

As if disturbed by Luo Tianjin's words, Yun Zhuiyue was extremely furious. At the same time, a finger wrapped tightly in black silk pointed directly at Luo Tianjin without hesitation, and angrily shouted without turning back: "When is it your turn to interrupt here?"

"presumptuous!"

Xie Xuan was furious, and a powerful aura burst out from his body, heading straight for Yun Zhuiyue.

Si Wudao and Tang Xuan quickly stood in front of Yun Zhuiyue and mobilized their internal energy to block all of Xie Xuan's energy.

Yun Zhuiyue slowly turned her head, her sinister eyes piercing the gloomy Luo Tianjin, and said quietly: "Luo Tianjin, I'm worried about you and think about you day and night. Since we meet tonight, I might as well spare your life!"

As soon as the words came out, more than a dozen disciples from Longxiang Mountain drew their swords and quickly surrounded Luo Tianjin and Xie Xuan.

"Who is causing trouble at Huashan?"

As if disturbed by the noise here, Wudang's eldest disciple Zheng Songren led seven or eight men in black and came quickly.

The martial arts conference gathers heroes from all over the world, and the participants are good and bad, good and bad mixed together.

In order to prevent anyone from causing trouble and breaking the rules, all the major sects in the martial arts world agreed to select a group of elite disciples from the six major sects and the four major families to form the "Black Guards" to maintain order at the martial arts conference.

It has three main functions: first, to prevent people who do not have the invitation from sneaking into Huashan. Second, to patrol Huashan to prevent ambushes. Third, to prevent private fights during the martial arts conference.

Although these black-clad guards are young and not very skilled in martial arts, they are extremely powerful and intimidating because they have the support of various major sects.

Anyone who violates the rules of the martial arts conference will be expelled from the mountain by the Black Guards. If they resist, they will become enemies of the Central Plains martial arts world.

When Zheng Songren came closer and saw the faces of Luo Tianjin and the others clearly, he was stunned. The anger on his face quickly disappeared, and he bowed and saluted: "It turns out to be Lord Luo, Lord Xiao, and Lord Yun. I am so disrespectful!"

"Saint Master Yun, according to the rules of the martial arts conference, no one is allowed to fight privately except on the sword arena." Xie Xuan stared at Yun Zhuiyue coldly and said in a deep voice, "Do you want to break the rules?"

"Do you think I care about the bullshit rules you set?" Yun Zhuiyue sneered at Xie Xuan's threat.

Hearing this, Zheng Songren couldn't help but look embarrassed and advised: "Saint Lord Yun, please don't make things difficult for us."

"Humph!"

Being ridiculed like this in front of Xiao Zhirou. Even though Luo Tianjin was broad-minded, he couldn't help but feel angry at this moment, and said arrogantly: "What a Yun Zhuiyue, you may not be famous, but you are so arrogant! Looking at the martial arts world today, no one dares to speak so arrogantly in front of Luo, so disrespectful!"

"Why not give it a try?"

"Afraid you won't succeed?"

"Master of the Palace?"

Just as the two sides were on the verge of a fight, Liu Xunyi's voice suddenly rang out in the distance. In a moment, he and Qin Ku had come closer. After seeing the situation around them clearly, they couldn't help but feel surprised and stunned.

"Palace Master, this is..."

"Liu Xunyi!" Xie Xuan interrupted, "Someone here dared to disrespect the Palace Master. As the Black Handler of the Xianwang Palace, shouldn't you do something?"

"Who is so bold?"

Liu Xunyi was shocked and turned around quickly, looking around cautiously.

When Liu Xunyi saw Si Wudao, his expression changed quietly. When he looked at Yun Zhuiyue between Si Wudao and Tang Xuan, his expression became more solemn.

Ever since they parted in Yingchuan, Liu Xunyi has been looking forward to seeing Yun Zhuiyue in person and asking him about the whereabouts of Liu Xunyu.

At first, Si Wudao was vague and spoke only half a sentence, which made Liu Xunyi feel uneasy and anxious. If he hadn't been busy with one thing after another during this period, he would have gone south to Dali to ask Yun Zhuiyue for clarification.

"It's true that you can't find anything without wearing iron shoes. It takes no effort to get it."

After being stunned, a look of ecstasy appeared on Liu Xunyi's face.

On the other hand, Yun Zhuiyue's eyes became inexplicably obscure after seeing Liu Xunyi's appearance clearly.

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(End of this chapter)