After hearing this, Ge Guanting smiled and said, "Although Miss Du has no ink in her heart, she is innocent and dares to speak, which is really cute!" Ge Guanting's words either praise or derogatory, making Du Man's face rosier, and he hugs his hands and makes a "hum" sound from his nose.

Xiao Yinyin covered her face and smiled, but Du Man saw Du Man grimacing at her, even though Xiao Yinyin couldn't laugh or cry.

The two men and three women were talking and laughing, but they were having fun. After a while, they walked to an arch with an ice-blue plaque with the square words "The Realm of the North" written in regular script, and they stopped.

Ten Beiming disciples wearing light blue Taoist robes stood in two rows on the arch stairs. Their blue Lotto scarf covered their hair, their broad sleeves were embroidered with Bagua patterns, and their sleeves were embroidered with a dark black "未".

But in addition to these two ten disciples who were upright and straight, there were five disciples wandering among the endless crowd, probably to greet the disciples of various sects who have visited these days.

There was a Beiming disciple who looked average and had a slightly fat figure, but was cute and cute. His chubby face was full of seriousness and seriousness. He was about eighteen years old, and he was surrounded by a delicate brush carved from jade. He held a jade book in his hand and stopped the four people.

He bowed and said, "Next Zhou Wencheng, the third-generation direct disciple of the Immortal Mu Yun in the Palace. If the four disciples of other sects who come to participate in the Longtan Sword Competition, please report to which sect. Rong Wencheng will be registered in the book, thank you for your cooperation."

Du Man walked forward and responded, "We are waiting for the disciples of Fanyin Palace to participate in the Longtan Sword Competition." As he said, he spread his hands and waved Shu Qing, who was looking at people coldly. Just as he was about to introduce him, Zhou Wencheng's eyes had already swept to the cold and beautiful Shu Qing, and immediately became gentle and laughed apologetically, saying, "Oh, it turns out to be the Lord of Shu Qingshu Palace."

"Hey, how did you know?" Du Man asked in confusion.

Zhou Wencheng explained: "Three years ago, the Lord Shu Palace was Longtan Jiankui. Although Wencheng was fifteen years old at that time, no one knew about this matter in the universe and in China!" He pointed to Xiao Yinyin and bowed, "This one is Xiao Yinyin, a senior sister of Yijian Jingcheng, one of the four schools of Longtan in the last year." Xiao Yinyin replied.

Du Man was stunned, turned his contact lenses, pointed at himself, and said, "Then do you know me?"

"Please forgive Wencheng for his ignorance." The Beiming disciple was honest, with a confused expression, shaking his fat head.

Du Man gave him a blank look, even though he didn't want to pay attention to others.

Zhou Wencheng looked at Ge Guanting and Hu Liqin, frowned and said, "The Fanyin Palace should only accept women. What sects are the two of them?"

Ge Guanting responded when he heard the sound: "Sword Zunmen's orange and Kun cushion Ge Guanting."

Zhou Wencheng looked at Ge Guanting up and down, and smiled politely at Ge Guanting, but lowered his head and immediately turned into a suspicious look. He picked up the jade pen and pinched his fat cheeks with the tip of the jade pen. The tip of the pen collapsed and thought to himself, "Strange, aren't the clothes of the disciples of the Jianzunmen in front of him all orange? Why are they just green?" He couldn't help but shake his head.

But he still wrote the three words "Ge Guanting" in the air with the tip of the pen. The tip of the pen did not touch the jade book at all, and the blue light condensed into the elegant and free words, which made Ge Guanting admire him after reading it: "If this person reads and learns literature, he will definitely become a wise man of calligraphy."

Zhou Wencheng looked at Hu Liqin. Hu Liqin looked hesitant, paused, and bowed, "Liukong Sect, Hu Liqin."

"What? Six...Empty..."

Zhou Wencheng was stunned. He couldn't even hold the jade pen and fell to the ground in panic.

Fortunately, Hu Liqin, who was sensitive and calm, hooked his toes and lifted the jade pen upwards, steadily caught it with one hand, and handed it to Zhou Wencheng.

Zhou Wencheng said in a daze: "Thank you... Thank you." He took the jade pen and inserted it on his waist, and said strangely: "Aren't Liukong over the sect? This Hu... the leader of Hu... no... the young hero Hu." Even if he couldn't explain clearly.

"How could this be? The head of the sect is still alive, so there is no sect. This senior brother Zhou cannot speak so meanly." Du Man took a step forward and said angrily.

Hu Liqin stared at the beautiful and lovely Du Man, and Fang Jue felt warm.

At this time, a male disciple, the leader of the Beiming disciples of Gongmen, covered his hair with a blue Lotte scarf, and his Taoist robe and clothing were no different from them, but he was equipped with a dark blue belt embroidered with the North-shaped pattern on his waist and black tube boots on his feet.

He is elegant and elegant, about twenty-four years old, with extraordinary appearance, clear outlines and angularity. He is extremely handsome and smiling and bows to welcome guests.

When his eyes swept to Du Man and the other five, he stopped his eyes on Shu Qing's jade face. His smile suddenly froze, and his starry eyes flashed with surprise, but it was soon replaced and filled with joy.

After whispering a few words to the disciple beside him, he ran over three steps. Zhou Wencheng was clueless and at a loss. However, when he saw the Beiming disciple running towards him, his originally panicked face turned light and as if he was catching a life-saving straw, he asked: "Senior Brother Beiming, what should this young hero Hu Liqin?..."

Before the male disciple named Beiming could finish his sentence, he bowed to Hu Liqin and said, "I'm in Beimingye."

Hu Liqin returned the favor and bowed to Bei Mingye, nodded, and heard Bei Mingye turn his head and say to Zhou Wencheng: "The Liukong Sect is also a great sword sect in Qiankun, how can you be neglected!"

After hearing this, Zhou Wencheng nodded quickly and hurriedly picked up the jade pen to record.

Bei Mingye looked at Shu Qing with a gentle look as water, and called out, "Biao...Qing'er, why are you..."

Shu Qing, who was originally cold, was even colder. Her cold eyes swept over Bei Mingye like a sword and said coldly: "Senior Brother Bei Ming, please don't call my boudoir name like this, so as not to misunderstand it."

After she said that, she seemed to have a deep hatred, so cold that she didn't even look at Bei Mingye, and walked straight to the ice stairs of Bei Ming Palace. Ge Guanting and Hu Liqin were both stunned and did not know the reason. She looked at each other and followed the others.

Bei Mingye's face was as dark as earth, his head was lowered, and his starry eyes suddenly became dim. Zhou Wencheng pulled his sleeves. Seeing that he ignored him, he followed the steps of the five people and took them to the ice stairs of the ladder.

This period of ice stairs seemed to have been walking for a long time, but Shu Qing had an indelible cold memory in her mind, as if the moment she saw Bei Mingye just now, the memory appeared again.

A magnificent mansion with a plaque of black golden nanmu hanging on the top of its red vermilion door, with three big characters "Bei Ming Mansion" written on it.

On the stone steps of the main gate were a man and a woman, and there was also a three-year-old little girl with a pretty and cute appearance. The young and beautiful woman with a refined temperament was talking to a handsome man with a handsome face.

The man had short beards on his upper lip, his hands were clenched into fists and his back.

Jianming frowned, saying, "No, Kui'er, you also know that this child is a sinister seed you and the demon Shu Ruochen. If you stayed in the Beiming family, how could this Beiming have been in the face for a hundred years?"

The woman's beautiful eyes were round and she said angrily: "Bei Mingtai, you keep talking about the face of the Beiming family. Is Bei Mingkui really the indelible stain of the Beiming family?

Bei Mingtai's eyes were red, and he nodded slightly, saying, "In short, the moment you married Shu Ruochen, the Bei Ming family would have nothing to do with you Bei Mingkui anymore, so this little girl naturally could not grow up in the Bei Ming family."

Xiao Shuqing seemed to hear clearly, but she didn't understand very well. At this time, a seven-year-old boy ran out of the high gate courtyard, with his eyes wide open, looked at Xiao Shuqing, and asked in confusion: "Who are you?"

"My name is Shu Qing. My mother said, I will be a child of the Beiming family from now on!" Xiao Shu Qing said slowly.

After hearing this, the little boy raised his voice and said without hesitation: "Oh, my aunt's child, then you are the daughter of the demon, and grandpa was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry at Xiao Shuqing's small body, and shouted: "Go away, go quickly, the Beiming family will not welcome you."

Bei Mingtai glared at the little boy and said in a reproachful tone: "Bei Mingye!"

After hearing this, the little boy named Bei Mingye hid behind Bei Mingtai, as if someone had done something bad to find a place to hide and escape responsibility.

The petite body could not withstand the heavy push. Xiao Shuqing was directly hit by the push, but she did not cry, and her clear eyes were filled with stubbornness and persistence.

This small clear eyes grew up and turned into beautiful pupils. At this moment, her eyes were cold except for coldness, and it seemed that other brilliance was redundant in her eyes.

But as soon as she caught a glimpse of the Beiming disciple who was wearing the Beiming costume, she felt strange inexplicably excited.

After a few moments, after walking through many ice stairs, I came to a square that could accommodate thousands of people. The square made of jade was crowded with people, making people dizzy.

Zhou Wencheng followed the way patiently, and was silently following someone not far behind, which was Bei Mingye. However, when Shu Qing looked in his direction, he would deliberately avoid his cold eyes.

"Ge Mutou, Hu Litou!"

What a familiar call, Ge Guanting and Hu Liqin's minds rippled, and they turned their heads in unison.

The eyes caught my eye was a man wearing a red robe with a bad smile on his lips, and a natural heroic spirit was revealed between his eyebrows. His tiger eyes narrowed into a line. Isn’t it the handsome young man Di Yin who hasn’t seen for a long time?

“Hahahahahaha.”

The three teenagers met again after parting, without saying too much, just patted their shoulders and laughed happily.

Under the blue sky and scorching sun, one green, one gray and one red, forming the most brilliant color in the Beiming Palace.

But I don’t know that the bamboo man on the waist of the young man was emitting golden light, as if he was summoned by the angelfish in ancient times.

At this moment, Longtan, the area of ​​Minghai north of Beiming, was drawing a beautiful arc. Isn’t that exactly what the legendary poem describe: “There is the Minghai in the north of Qianfa, which is also the Tianchi Lake. There is a fish, which is thousands of miles wide. No one knows that his cultivation is called Kun!”
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