A few dead trees that had been burned by fire but were still stubborn stood on the snow, leaning in the wind.
All this should be extremely cool.
It’s just that the dense crowd broke the elegant artistic conception of Mo Xue’s painting!
After hearing what Su Bei said, Wen Renping looked at Su Bei with a strange expression.
Then the corners of his mouth curled up in disdain, and a hint of ridicule flashed in his eyes.
What the hell?
Pack!
No woman in your heart?
There is no woman in your heart. Where were your eyes looking just now?
I am not blind!
After hearing Su Bei's words, all the Sword Sect disciples felt enlightened for a moment!
Su Bei's faint words echoed on the Bujian Peak like the Sanskrit sounds of the Great Dao, making people feel enlightened!
Some disciples even took a few breaths of cold air!
"Hiss~"
"Hiss~"
"Hissssss~"
The blue-shirted disciple Da Dao's eyes suddenly changed when he looked at Su Bei. There was a burning look in his eyes, and he seemed to have some understanding.
Holding the hilt of the sword tightly in his hand, the masculine energy on his chest cannot be released!
Looking at the female disciples of the Sword Sect next to him again, he felt a sense of irritability rising in his heart for no reason, and there was always an inexplicable urge to "crow a plane" with the female disciples in his mind!
He raised his fist fiercely and roared:
"One sword will make you unable to find the north!"
"They used to say I was a little beast, but now, I've grown up!"
"..."
The tall and short male disciples of the Sword Sect next to Da Dao were startled after hearing Su Bei's words.
Then, as if he had made up his mind, a blush appeared on his face for no apparent reason.
They coughed lightly and turned their heads away from each other.
It's just that the two hands quietly stretched out in the direction of the other person involuntarily, and then held each other tightly.
Wenren Pingxin frowned and looked at everything in front of him.
Various voices from Jianzong disciples can be heard in the air:
"Ha! Don't pester me anymore! Let's break up!"
"There is no woman in my heart!"
"The fifth elder said that if you want to realize the state of selflessness, you can't have women as a burden in your heart. Wang Xiaoya, let's get together and go away!"
"Brother Gou Sheng, actually I have always been interested in you. The fifth elder said that you can't pretend to be a woman in your heart. You are a man...so we can..."
"..."
Seeing that everything seemed to be developing in a weird and weird direction, Wen Renping secretly thought something was wrong.
He glared at Su Bei fiercely, then coughed coldly, looked at the chaotic scene below and said coldly:
"Quiet, everyone!"
"Everyone has nothing to do?"
"Go ahead and do what you have to do! It's time to leave!"
"..."
...
Dongfeng Ancient Country, Mo City.
Mo City in the snow is extremely quiet.
The white jade-like city corridor runs from east to west, north to south, and can be seen occasionally.
The pines and cypresses in the city are covered with crystalline rime.
As one of the four major cities in the Dongfeng Ancient Kingdom, Mo City can be said to be the place with the most prosperous flow of people in the Dongfeng Ancient Kingdom.
People are coming and going, and traffic is busy. Due to the ban on flying in the city, you can see enigmatic immortal cultivators walking majestically and proudly on the streets with their hands behind their backs.
There were also Confucian scholars who came from the ancient country of Nanfeng, standing on the railing with their hands on the railings, with the snow falling directly on their faces in the slanting wind. They looked at the ancient city that had been passed down for many years, and couldn't help but murmured: "Snow-falling Mo City
See, you know the cold wind in your sleeves!"
But in fact, these are not what Mocheng is most famous for.
People in twenty-one states may not know Mo City.
But anyone who has heard of Mocheng must know it.
There is a pavilion in Mocheng, which is extremely luxurious!
Red Pavilion.
Half of it fell on the surface, and the other half was built on Jincheng out of thin air!
Covering half a mile of Rouge Lane in Mo City.
Regarding the luxury of the Red Pavilion, when Elder Su of the Sword Sect was traveling around the world, he passed by this place and little Su Bei stayed in it for a few days.
Then I couldn't help but become very popular in poetry. I drank wine and wrote poems for Hongge:
"A broad tent of agarwood, embroidered with pearls and silver and colorful flowers!"
And at this moment.
In front of the entrance of the Hong Pavilion, an old man dressed in rags like a beggar blinked at the prostitutes coming in and out of the Red Pavilion.
Looking at those slender and beautiful legs, I can't help but feel greedy.
He saw a young lady coming out of the Red Pavilion. She smiled with a row of neat big yellow teeth and walked towards her:
"Little lady! Hey, old man, I have a subsistence allowance, and I still have land at home!"
"As long as you leave with the old man today, I will reward you with a reward of 100,000 yuan!"
"..."
The profligate woman frowned, with a hint of disgust between her brows. She spat fiercely at the beggar, then turned around:
"You're a stinky beggar, and you still want to pick me up?"
"Don't you go look in the mirror and see how you look?"
"The bad old man who can't hold his breath in bed..."
"..."
The beggar was not angry either. He smiled and put his hands in his sleeves.
He just looked at the woman's big round butt infatuatedly.
Suddenly, his eyes froze, and then he raised his head and looked thoughtfully at the distant sky.
After a long time, he lowered his head and muttered angrily in a low voice:
"This is outrageous."
"These prodigal things, I have put all the swords in my ancestor's graves, can I still find them?"
"You still dig graves? How damn filial."
"Don't think about it, it's just this little brat Su Bei. I was so blind back then that I accepted such a disciple."
"..."
The old beggar sighed.
He glanced at Hongge reluctantly and said quietly:
"The bastards of Jian Zong are really becoming more and more cunning."
"We're going to visit a kiosk and organize a group tour."
“I didn’t bring enough money and someone kept it!??”
"Where do you want me to put my face, old man..."
"You deserve it! You should die in a brothel, old man, I don't have the money to redeem you."
"..."
Then in the next moment, he disappeared out of thin air.
...
Bujian Peak, Thatched Cottage.
Su Bei looked at Xiao Ruoqing, who was slightly silent, with some confusion.
There were faint traces of tears on that delicate face, and her eyes were red, as if she had been bullied by someone.
Su Bei was a little confused.
After all the disciples and elders of the Sword Sect left Bujian Peak just now, he picked up Xiao Ruoqing who was secretly feeling sad under a big tree.
Just leaning there, with slightly messy hair on the temples, a few strands of black hair sticking to her pretty face, and those slightly hollow eyes under the long eyelashes, it feels like...
Su Bei sighed softly, and then wanted to rub the prodigal disciple's head.
Xiao Ruoqing turned her head and avoided Su Bei's big hand without leaving a trace.
Su Bei frowned and looked at her carefully.
When did I offend this little ancestor?
What's this?
Compete with yourself?
Ah!
You've only been a disciple for a few days and you feel like this every day?
What if I have to spread my ashes when I get old in the future?
You must show your majesty as a master!
Thinking of this, Su Bei snorted coldly and raised his hand to support her cheek.
But he gently held up Xiao Ruoqing's little face. Under the gaze of those somewhat complicated eyes, he gently wiped the tears on her face with his thumb and said softly:
"What's wrong? Prodigal disciple? Who bullied you?"
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