A picture appeared in the sky, with four large characters "Jianghu Boy" appearing above the clouds, mountains, fog and seas, and there are several small characters below that produced by Zhang Mingxuan.

In an antique room, a group of young Taoist priests wearing purple Taoist robes and glass crowns were chanting scriptures. The picture advanced and a handsome little Taoist priest sitting in a tall posture appeared, and a lazy young man lay lazily behind him.

Yan Renying looked at Feng Xiaomo and the other two in surprise. Isn’t this the two of them? What’s going on in the photo stone?

Cheng Chubi at the foot of the mountain pulled Cheng Chu and said, "Senior Brother, do you think that is Zhang Jun?"

Cheng Chumo suddenly said, "It's true!"

Music sounds and voice-over appears.

Feng: Junior brother, I want to ask you to block Master again in the morning class~

Jiang:...why?

Feng Xiao said: Because you sit upright~

Jiang:...you can do whatever you want.

The female swordsman in Shushan burst out laughing and looked at Feng Xiaomo weirdly. He didn't expect you to be such a senior brother!

Everyone at the foot of the mountain looked at Feng Xiaomo strangely, and Feng Xiaomo was about to cry without tears! I am not like this.

The scene of the stroke Xiaomo is lying on the table, looking out the window with envious eyes.

The singing sounded:

Wind: The beautiful fish in the valley

Every day, the sky is blue and the swallows fly

The beautiful scenery outside the window makes me feel intoxicated

What Tao Te Ching is so boring?

Jiang: Benefit all things without competing for learning the best and good things as water

Tolerance and tolerance are the wisdom of our ancestors

The senior brother in the back row is dozing off again

I can't figure out why I always suffer.

Looking at the picture, listening to two songs that I didn’t understand, many people smiled knowingly, good students and poor students! Are there lazy people in the Immortal Sect? It looks very interesting!

The picture turned and appeared on the edge of the cliff. Jiang Jinxi was meditating in the face of clouds, mountains, fog and sea.

Songs sounded Jiang: Beiming flowed and the sword energy rose

Sitting on the Forgetful Snow Peak, the clouds are swaying

However, I will be busy in meditation and practice hard

Who is looking behind the tree again?

Feng Xiaomo lay under the pine tree behind with a smile, and the huge canopy of the pine tree covered a piece of green shade. Not far away, there is a stream, and there are several peach trees blooming in the water next to the stream. The breeze blows the peach blossoms, the peach blossoms fall, and the peach blossoms fall from the sky, falling into the clear stream water, splashing ripples, and a few koi poke their heads out of the water and swallow the petals into their mouths. The beautiful scenery is picturesque.

Feng Xiao murmured the grass branches and looked at Jiang Jinxi with a smile.

Feng: Junior brother, stop meditating, play the flute and listen to me~

Jiang: If you defeat me, I will blow it.

Wind: Blow first and then hit. If I win, you blow it for me for the rest of your life

Jiang:……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Feng: (Catch up) OK, just kidding~ What's the blushing~

Everyone looked at Feng Xiaomo strangely, and then looked at Jiang Jinxi. There was something wrong, there must be something wrong.

Feng Xiaomo was in tears! I didn’t want to say that either! How can I face my master when I go back?

Jiang Jinxi's face was also flushed. It was not shy, but excited. It was so fun!

In the picture, the two of them leaned against both sides of the pine tree, Jiang Jinxi was blowing the flute, Feng Xiaomo raised his legs and closed his eyes to enjoy it, a clear breeze blew, and peach blossoms fell on his shoulders.

Wind: The beautiful fish in the valley

Every day, the sky is blue and the swallows fly

Looking at the endless clouds in the distance

The century-old pineapple was drunk listening to the sound of the flute.

Jiang: Come and go, the clouds and mists are closed and flying again

Blow a song of orchids falling asleep leaning against the setting sun

The snow fell like jade shattered again (a sword sounded, and Feng Xiaomo quickly got up and shouted: Hey, you changed your face so quickly!)

Brush your sleeves and raise your long sword and eyebrows.

In the picture, the two men's long swords flew across the sea of ​​clouds. The swords shone brightly reflecting the snow peaks, as elegant as immortals flying from the sky, without restraint or fireworks. They are everywhere in line with the heaven and earth, and the swords and the great way.

At the same time, the chorus was heard: Beiming flowed and the sword energy rose

Sitting on the Forgetful Snow Peak, the clouds are swaying

Purple Qi comes from the east to condense the blue frost

The sun and the moon are inconsistent

The snow is everywhere in the mountain gate

A great sword contest laughs

The boy gallops on the sea of ​​clouds

Shake the world's light

I have seen thousands of mountains and rivers in the world, and I am most fortunate to be able to go side by side in this life.

Snatch the sword.

Jiang: Senior brother, you must practice martial arts diligently.

Feng: Junior brother, we have a long way to go~

The picture ends and the dark clouds dissipate.

Everyone was still in silence, and after a while, they started to talk in an uproar. It looked good! It was so beautiful. I thought I was going to put on Kunlun immortals and Kunlun buildings, but I didn’t expect that it was just two people. In a small tune, Kunlun’s strength was not revealed, but it was full of warmth, which made people yearn for it.

Zhang Mingxuan asked Li Qingya excitedly, "Is it good? Is it good?"

Li Qingya nodded and said, "Well! It looks good and the singing is also very good. It's a pity that this is fake."

Li Qingxuan didn't dare to believe it, "It was obviously not like this when the filming was taken! It was very ugly!"

Cheng Chumo muttered at the foot of the mountain: "Isn't this the Immortal Sect? Isn't competition and killing common?"

Cheng Yaojin cursed carelessly: "Md, they are all fake, don't think I have never been to Kunlun."

Cheng Chubi said suspiciously: "Do you still remember the beginning? There are a few words on it. The young man in the Jianghu should be the name of this little tune, but there are a few small words below, produced by Zhang Mingxuan. Is it the Zhang Mingxuan in the bookstore?"

The three of them looked at each other, and Cheng Chumo slapped his thigh and grinned, "It's really possible that Zhu Xian didn't sell it yesterday, maybe he just went to do this."

Cheng Yaojin asked in confusion: "Who is Zhang Mingxuan? Why is it related to Zhu Xian?"

Cheng Chubi said, "Dad, let me tell you! Zhang Mingxuan sells books in Princess Qingyang's store, and Zhu Xian was the first one he sold. I now seriously suspect that he is the author of Zhu Xian."

Cheng Chumo, Cheng Chuliang nodded and agreed.

Cheng Yaojin grinned and said, "It turns out that the author of Zhuxian is Zhang Mingxuan! I thought it was really called Invincible Little Domineering! What the hell is it? How about you tell me that we tied him home? I locked him in the woodshed and didn't write a book, so I won't give you food."

Cheng Chumo looked at the excited old man, shrank his head and said embarrassedly: "It's not good! He is the person of Princess Qingyang."

Cheng Yaojin said disappointedly: "That's right! Princess Qingyang, I can't afford to offend him."

In the sky, Feng Xiaomo smiled confidently and said, "You choose! There are three immortal gates, choose one and have no regrets."

Feng Xiaomo, Yan Renying and Yuantong each flew down a stream of light, and the three stacks of white jade tokens appeared in the Immortal Gate.

On one side, he wrote a towering sea of ​​clouds and wrote a book on Kunlun. On the other side, he wrote a long sword. Even on the jade talisman, he could feel its urgency. On the other side, he wrote a monk with a compassionate smile, wrote a book on Shaolin.

The few people who have passed through the Immortal Gate have been wandering in front of the token, making it difficult to make a decision.

Each of them gritted their teeth, stepped forward and picked up Kunlun's token, and worshiped Feng Xiaomo: "I wish to enter Kunlun's sect, be friendly to my fellow disciples, and travel the world together. I hope my senior brother will take care of you."

Feng Xiaomo smiled and said, "Okay!" The man flew towards Feng Xiaomo in an instant and stood behind Feng Xiaomo.

Seeing this, everyone came forward to select tokens and flew away one by one. Yuantong, Yan Renying looked at the eighteen disciples behind Feng Xiaomo with an ugly expression.

Feng Xiaomo smiled and said, "The two junior brothers have given up."

Yan Renying said, "Senior brother is good, my junior brother has received the teachings. Goodbye!" He led the four people behind him to break through the air.

Yuantong also shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I really don't know how to explain when I go back."

Looking to the top of the mountain, he said, "Are those who helped you?"

Feng Xiaomo was stunned and was guessed.

Yuantong nodded and said clearly: "The little monk has also said goodbye."

He left with the three people behind him in the auspicious clouds.

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