Outside Baili, Shuangfeng tip.

The white mist lingers in the inside and outside, there are arms gathered in the fog.

Not only are there heavy soldiers on the main cave on the North Bank, but the south bank is also tight on the south bank. Thousands of white tiger guards are neatly planned, iron armor sparkling, patrolling back and forth.

This is the elite person who originally arranged for Duan Quanwu, which is used to follow Rong Zhen, Ouyang Rong, to go to the owner of the butterfly love flower.

Originally, it was ready to go, but the result was not sent in handy.

At present, they received an order from a palace girl from the main grotto in the North Bank. The patrols were on the south bank of the twin peak tip of the peripherals. The first time the anti -thief of Tiannan Jianghu approached, it was a warning for the main grotto.

However, these strict patrols of the white tiger and armored scholars have subconsciously bypassed the southern peak of the "royal artist" stopped somewhere ...

At this moment, there are two old painters on the top of the South Peak Mountain standing on the edge of the cliff.

It is not easy to miss it, the afternoon sun that falls on them, once again covered by the white mist, blocking it outside the tip of the twin peaks.

This is not long ago, the mysterious clear blue sword qi that belongs to the pure swordsman is after the river.

It not only made the river boiling below, but also made the white mist on the river a lot faded. Among them, the impact of Wei Mi, who originally hosted the Baiwu Grand Array, is unknown, but the two sides of the double peak tip are indeed missed.

Come in a lot of warm noon.

"Mr. Wu, what happened below? What big girl's love?"

Yuan Huaimin, who was in a daze, saw Wu Daozi finished drawing and put down his pen. He couldn't wait to ask.

Obviously, Yuan Huaimin was still immersed in the shock of someone's "one sword split the rivers and fog".

Just after that scene, Wu Daozi continued to focus on the picture in front of him.

There was a strange sound of the piano in the middle, and the old man with a smile also turned a deaf ear to continue painting ... There was no sign of the slightest light on the body.

At this moment, the pair of twin peak pointed views have been completed, and the details everywhere are over.

Wu Daozi retracted his eyes and looked back at twisting:

"Just now there is an orthodox swordsman who sacrifice the sword and impacted the big Buddha. I don't know how the result is. It is most likely that we are in our fellow, but the old man knows that there are not many.

... When you're a while, you can ask the big girl. "

Wu Daozi squinted again:

"This person should be the owner of the butterfly love flower. He has been wanted by the court of pseudo -Zhou Zhou. Xiao Huaimin, you have worked in the lobby of Jiangzhou. You should have heard it.

"The old man has always been curious about this person's true identity. The traditional swordsman not only has harsh entrance conditions, but just happens to be nine grades. There is a sword tactic, and he also needs a bite of [Ding Sword] to be around ... Anyway, it is difficult to give birth.

"So every orthodox swordsman is lucky. It is rare for a hundred years. At the same time, it is jealous of people on the mountain.

"Especially the swordsman of the Xin Ding Sword is even more indignant, and the murderer of the Ding Jian corresponding to the Dingjian. If anyone can first crack, then this person can be called a broken swordsman and can also inherit a atmosphere. The transportation, and the legend is not inferior to the legendary swordsman, and every broken sword broken man in history is all the best in the rivers and lakes of that era. The second generation of the prison is a broken sword. "

"Swordsman ... Broken Swordsman ..."

Yuan Huaimin murmured and looked up again:

"The master of this butterfly love flower seems to have a private hatred with him. Previously, he had to catch him, and Brother Lianghan also followed up ... and so on. This person suddenly came up with a sword.

Yuan Huaimin was anxious.

Wu Daozi glanced at him and asked:

"Care about your colleagues like this? It's okay, wait for the old man to ask you to ask you the big girl."

"Ask the big girl?"

Wu Daozi single -handed fastening, and said with a smile and said:

"Rumors of Tiannan and Lakes, the owner of the butterfly love flower and Yunmeng Dajun have a relationship. They also said that it may be the lover of the enemy. Otherwise Why do you remedy and destroy the Buddha and kill. "

Yuan Huaimin thought for a while:

"Do Belome smile? Or these masters will play, but what kind of character is the big girl in Mr. Wu's mouth, which can make the hero fold."

Wu Daozi said: "When Xiaoshimin can't see it for a while, you can know it."

Yuan Huaimin stunned: "I? See yourself?"

"Isn't Xiao Huaimin curious about the other two Xuanhuang Dilong root beards?"

Wu Daozi smiled, looked at the sky, and found something, and seemed to mutter "the second moment has arrived".

He placed the painted scroll in the air, suspended, immediately spin, and threw a ink pen in his hand.

Yuan Huaimin saw that this brush flew out and slowly fell like feathers in the air.

At the moment it was about to touch the ground, the hovering could not be moved, as if being caught by a big hand that could not be seen, and a circle on the ground.

In the next time, the position of the labeling of the circle, light the yellow halo along the circle.

The halo was bright, and Yuan Huaimin, who was thorn, closed his eyes and opened it again. I saw that three figures stood in the painting circle.

The three appeared out of thin air and came out.

One woman and two men.

The most in the center is a tall blonde Hu Ji, carrying two long swords, a white long sword on the back, a bronze sword grabbed in his hand, and the bronze sword is faintly swimming.

On the left, there is a young man in his hand holding a bronze short sword with blood.

Yuan Huaimin knew this bronze short sword. It was the Yunmeng order wanted by the Jiangzhou Hall before. The length and style were exactly the same.

On the right is a middle -aged scribe, with a smile, but he is sick.

Wu Daozi smiled and watched his back.

Yuan Huaimin just stayed for a while, and recognized the identity of middle -aged scribes and Muman youth.

"Brother Huaimin, I haven't seen you for a long time."

After Wei Shaoqi left the yellow aperture, after seeing the surrounding environment, Zhaoyuan Huaimin greeted him.

The stuffy oil bottle next to Du Shuqing also nodded towards Yuan Huaimin. After saying hello, he shifted his eyes and observed the four weeks.

The cold noodles in the snow came from the frost, both carried the sword, but also mentioned the sword, carrying the sword of a little sister, passing by Wu Daozi.

"Mr. Wu has worked hard."

She tossed a word softly and walked to the edge of the cliff, and a pair of blue eyes looked down at the northern shore of the twin peaks.

In the distance in the distance, there is a golden golden Buddha's head.

Hengjiang Baiwu observed the horizons, and the candle in the snow turned to look at the Donglin Great Buddha on the scroll.

For the big Buddha who has been completed, she and Wei, Du and others have no surprise.

Wu Daozi nodded: "The big girl is really a big deal."

The candle in the snow is a bit puzzled: "Just now?"

A weird smile on the thin old man's face.

Yuan Huaimin stood on the last side, his eyes fell on the slowly dimning of the aperture on the ground.

He swallowed secretly. Today, there is really a breakthrough with Mr. Wu and him as a breakthrough!

Since people are here, of course, they will not take a walk for leisure court. Naturally, people are working together.

But there should be no one yet.

Yuan Huaimin waited nervously for a while for a yellow aperture, but found that the aperture was dim, no new figure appeared.

He turned his head in doubt and found that the edge of the cliff behind him, including the blonde high, Hu Ji, and the four people, including Mr. Wu, were making a strange posture.

All heads.

Looking quietly.

Strange, what are you looking at? Is it raining?

Yuan Huaimin's eyes were curious, and he looked up at his head and looked at his head.

Thousands of high altitude, there are dark shadows pass by.

Soon, Yuan Huaimin, who stood at the top of the Beifeng Mountain, saw a scene that made him unforgettable.

I can't move my eyes again.

It's terrible.

Nympho

Fangjia Villa, on the open space in front of the library in the house.

There is no wrong one, one time, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one by one!

Everyone was waiting for the movement in the small building.

I just walked in and walked in, but it was silent for a long time. Everyone in the open space couldn't help curious.

At this moment, in the warm pavilion of the empty, Ouyang Rong died tea, and walked around the giant sand table.

With such a fine map of Puyang, his assassin has not. At first glance, it is a handwriting of the map.

The candle in the snow is not in the building, which does not match the previous intelligence.
To be continued...