After turning dozens of corners and passing through more than a dozen Buddhist hall corridors, we arrived at the plum blossom forest in the back mountain.
In fact, this plum blossom forest is not as mysterious as outsiders say. It is just a very vast plum blossom forest. In fact, this plum blossom forest also has a formation to give people the illusion.
Thousands of white and red plums stand proudly against the wind and snow. Ling Han blooms alone, with a rich fragrance that spreads far and wide.
Shuangqing looked intoxicated, "I have never seen such a large plum blossom forest. It is so beautiful and fragrant..."
After a while, Bei Yeying and Gu Yuexie arrived. When Shuangqing saw them, their faces could not be darker. Why are these two people always lingering?
Shuangqing had a flash of inspiration, smiled slyly, and said: "Cousin, don't you always say that you are strong in martial arts? Why don't you show me a few tricks?"
"It's a good suggestion, but it doesn't seem reasonable for me to perform it alone, Mr. Gu Yue?" Bei Yeying's eyes flashed with a cunning light. He had long wanted to cross paths with Gu Yue.
"Always by my side" Gu Yuexie also feels like he has an opponent in chess, and he doesn't like Bei Yeying.
The two of them broke a branch
The wind gently stirred up the snowflakes, and two figures, one white and one purple, jumped up and down in the plum blossoms all over the sky. The branches retracted and opened freely, and were extremely tough. They collided and separated, drawing beautiful arcs.
Everything is so beautiful, it seems that even the air can't help but stop. The pink petals are also chasing the white and purple figures. The only drawback is that it is full of gunpowder smell.
Mo Yang watched the fight between the two with great interest. Both of them were equally skilled, and it was difficult to win or lose. However, if the battle lasted for a long time, Gu Yuexie's winning rate would be greater.
He is also an arrogant, arrogant, and outstanding man. Bei Yeying has a charming and cynical face, but there is a deep cruelty and loneliness hidden in his eyes. He is taciturn, indifferent, and occasionally flashes a hint of sinisterness.
People are not good people. Living in a power struggle, how can the people on the knife's edge be good people?
After more than ten moves, the winner has not yet been determined. Guyue stopped sideways and looked for Mo Yang.
Bei Yeying also noticed that Moyang was missing, and asked Shuangqing, "Where is the person?"
"Young Master Mo? You were just taken away by a young monk. He seemed to be meeting an abbot. Why didn't you fight?"
The two of them suddenly felt a lack of interest. They were both curious about why the abbot of Qiyin Temple came to Mo Yang.