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Chapter 700: The crisis of the college! (2)
Xiao Yao frowned slightly under the mask, "You should know, I can't give you anything!"
Two steps in Ya Sheng, when I came to her, the tall figure blocked the snow that rushed in outside. "As long as you are happy, I am willing to be your mystery!"
"You are a person, not a beast!" Xiao Yao shook his head in the same color, "Whether you want to leave, you are all my friends Xiao Yao, I don't seem to tell you that in addition to love in this world, there are
Many feelings, such as friendship! "
"I think, I still have many things to learn from you!" Yusheng realized something, "Or, what day I will want to go, but now it's not now!"
"Okay!" Xiao Yao helped his shoulders, "I will teach you, everything I want to learn!"
Looking at her for a while, Yasheng turned gently and exited the door.
He has learned that when he is appropriate, leave her, in Xiao Yao's words, this is to leave room for others.
On the terrace, Ren Feng wrapped the snow on his face. Xiao Yao raised his face and watched the snow falling. For a long time, the whole person seemed to become a statue.
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The next day, the heavy snow was sunny, and the sun was enchanting.
On the pavilion of Qianqiu College, it is all white, reflecting the white walls and black tiles in the college, the more elegant.
Of course, this time is elegant, and it will soon be interrupted by footsteps.
On the snowy grass field outside the college, it was soon full of various people.
There are ascetic monks with thin monk robes, old women holding vegetable baskets in their hands, Huayi swordsmen who come from horse, and noble officials sitting in the luxurious carriage ...
Everyone in the world knows that the two major places will go to the college today. Today, the college must also explain to the people of the world.
A snow -white carriage has been stepping on a wolf -native official road in front of the college. Then, an old man with a white robe with a fairy wind slowly laid off the carriage.
Out of his identity, come and come respectfully, respectfully.
"The Qiulin faction of the Mountains see the predecessors of the valley!"
If you do n’t know, you also know the people from this Qiu Lin's voice. It is the Lord of Valley Valley, one of the three holy places, just glanced in surprise. Many young people are even on the ground.
Then, then
At this time, only the sound of the crisp and empty gold ring collided, a monk did not know when it had appeared on the snow, and he stepped over the snow all the way. The feet with cloth socks and straw shoes did not leave a little trace.
"My Buddha is compassionate!" The masterless master gave a gift towards the owner of the White Valley, turned his face to look at the still -closed college door. "It seems that the old man is early!"
In mid -air, the sound of breaking the air sounded, and people looked up in doubt, and saw a big silver bird that gradually approached in the air.
Cheng, I do n’t know how to manipulate it. It even flew in the air like a real bird. On the back of the bird, an old man with a colorful robe was particularly dazzling.
Flying on the snow, the old man gently raised his hands, and the big bird in the air turned into a purple mang to disappear in his palm.
"Guzhu, Master, I haven't seen you for a long time!"
A complicated smile appeared in the eyes of the Lord, and he arched his hands far away, "Master Yun even came!"
The stronger the people who are amazing, and those who can be called by the owner of the Valley, naturally there is only Yun Lan, a master of casting swords known as swordsman.