Xuantian World ** Realm ** Heaven Realm Top of Qingfeng
On the top of the green maple, the bloody maple trees are still growing luxuriantly under the abundant spiritual energy, dancing with the wind. The top of the green maple is located at the highest point in the sky, connected to the Xuantian Hongmeng, and should be facing the boundless starry sky, but here
At that time, the sky was filled with a large green maple leaf, which looked particularly fresh and elegant among the vast stars in the sky.
Murong Feng had just finished handling the complicated government affairs in the heaven and came to the place he loved most in his life. It was still the same place, still the lonely figure. But this time our Lord did not stand still.
Instead, he casually used magic power to condense the surrounding spiritual energy into a small table and a small stool, and sat down leisurely.
There is a pot of wine on the table. The wine pot is very ordinary, even a little tattered, but the aroma of wine freely exuding from the pot makes people drunk without drinking. There seems to be a faint trace of wine in the aroma of wine.
Of course, I believe that if there is a wine expert here at this moment, I am afraid that he will feel deeply regretful that such a fine wine should be stored in such a tattered jug.
Murong Feng casually picked up the wine bottle and took a sip. From time to time, he was still muttering something quietly in his mouth. When he took a closer look, his face was actually rosy. Judging from his facial expression, he must have been slightly drunk.
Drunk. But with the Holy Lord’s cultivation, what kind of wine can make the Holy Lord drunk so easily? How to describe the power of this wine?
Walking in and listening carefully, you can hear the same two or three words being uttered in Jun Shang's mouth, but you can't hear them clearly. The wine Murong Feng drank at this time was the Maple Forest Wine in the secular maple forest.
, brewed by your own hands.
Although the concentration cannot be compared with many fine wines in the heaven, during the brewing process of this wine, too many emotions, too many longings, a layer of wine, a life, and the aroma of the wine are condensed.
It is the kind of mixture of light thoughts and the far-reaching artistic conception of life, which makes the listener understand common things without getting drunk.
As for why the dilapidated wine jug was used to hold this fine wine that was not considered fine wine, it can only be said that the jug was a reminiscence of the past. Perhaps in Murong Feng's heart, even if it was a glass wine glass or a mysterious jade wine glass,
None of them can be compared with this tattered wine flask.
Murong Feng spent a whole day and night drinking on the top of Qingfeng. On the top of Qingfeng, there is no such thing as sunrise or sunset. There is only a slight difference between darkness and dawn. The wine in the wine pot seems to be taken from
Inexhaustible, inexhaustible, it continuously entered Murong Feng's mouth from the mouth of the wine pot. Your Majesty also maintained the slight drunkenness, neither increasing nor decreasing, as if he was on the top of the green maple.
Drinking is a never-ending process, an eternal existence between heaven and earth, giving people a sensory illusion that lasts for a thousand years.
At noon the next day, after more than ten hours of drinking, Murong Feng picked up the jug again and was about to pour it into his mouth when he suddenly discovered that the wine in the jug was gone.
"Ouch... We're out of wine, haha, wine, life, no matter how gorgeous you are, you will be the most beautiful person in the world, but in the end you will be a red and pink skeleton; no matter how proud you are, if you sit on thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, you will eventually turn into a handful of loess.
No matter how good the wine is, you will eventually run out of it, haha~!" Murong Feng looked at the empty wine bottle, laughed, and tossed the wine bottle in his hand. Suddenly, a space crack appeared in the air,
The wine pot disappeared into the void, apparently being taken into the Mustard Seed space.
"By the way, that little girl Mo Lingxue's film, haha, she's progressing very fast, she's already a saint, this is a bit unexpected, she's worthy of me... Ahem, what, it seems like she can learn from me
Qingfeng has decided, let me go and take a look, hehe~"
With a cry, the space suddenly fluctuated. Along with the gusts of breeze, Murong Feng's frozen shadow in the air was gradually blown away. On the top of the green maple, only pieces of maple forest were left fluttering in the wind, still making a swishing sound.
The sound exudes a strong woody fragrance.
Young Time Xuantian World **Secular World Lingxiao Valley
In the Lingxiao Valley, it was early morning, and bursts of snow were falling slowly in the sky. In the eastern sky, the rising sun reflected the flying white snow, which looked quite artistic. In the air, the biting cold wind kept whistling,
A bone-deep cold spreads unconsciously in the mountains. The entire land is covered with snow, and the mountains are covered with cedars. Due to this cold current, layers of ice nails are hung on them. Under the sunlight, they are crystal clear and sparkling.
Glow.
At this moment, two people were standing on a mountain peak, one young and one old, one in red imperial robes and the other in light white clothes. They were one behind the other, just looking at the rising sun in the east quietly without saying a word.
hair.
"Your Majesty, what's the important thing when we find an old man today?" The old man in white standing behind him, his white hair fluttering, his thin white clothes sticking tightly to the thin frame, standing in the wind, but not because of the cold weather.
Although he was a little crouched, he straightened his back and was full of energy. At a glance, he could tell that he was a profound cultivator.
"Haha, Mr. Mo, when I come here this time, I plan to formally accept Mo Lingxue as my disciple. I wonder if Mr. Mo has any objections?" On the top of the mountain, Murong Feng had his hands behind his back, with an awe-inspiring righteousness and the aura of a supreme emperor.
In addition, the surrounding snow and cold wind must not touch the body at all!
Mo Qingqing touched his white beard and said with a smile: "That little girl Mo Lingxue's life was saved by your Majesty. Being able to learn skills from the old man and me and reach the realm of a saint is already the honor of this old man's life.
, Now, Your Majesty wants to accept a disciple, haha, you can’t get what you want.”
"Besides, this silly girl Mo Lingxue is also old and decrepit... Forget it, let's not mention the past, haha." Mo Qingqing casually patted the snow on his body, very free and easy.
"Mr. Mo, do you really not plan to go to heaven?" Murong Feng suddenly turned around and looked at the old man in front of him, a feeling of regret arose in his heart.
Mo Qingqing laughed loudly on his old face and shook his head: "Old man, three thousand years ago, when the road to heaven was still there, he said he wanted to go to heaven, and said he didn't go there now. Haha, even if he goes to heaven now,
, no matter how hard it is for you to serve me, you might as well live out your life in this secular world and be reincarnated as soon as possible... Eighteen years later, maybe you will be a good man again, haha."
Murong Feng smiled: "How can Mr. Mo say that? You have only lived for three thousand years."
"Hey, it's been three thousand years. As the saying goes, the grass and trees will grow once in a lifetime, and the trees will last for thousands of years. Human life only lasts a hundred years. Now I have lived three hundred times as long as an ordinary person. Aren't you still not satisfied? Haha."
"I admire Mr. Mo's free and easy attitude very much. Since Mr. Mo insists on doing this, it is useless to force him. However, I can guarantee that Mr. Mo will still be a good man after eighteen years!" Murong Feng said firmly, as if
, this is the only way he can currently help this old man who has experienced many vicissitudes of life.
Mo Qingqing took a step forward, cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Then I'll trouble you."
Murong Feng said calmly: "It doesn't matter, I and that young master Jiuyou are life-and-death friends, Mr. Mo, please don't worry."
Mo Qingqing nodded. He and Young Master Jiuyou were close friends of life and death. If something happened again, wouldn't it be a lie? Suddenly, his thoughts changed again and he asked: "I don't know what skills you want to teach that girl. We
The body structure of the Snow Fox clan is peculiar, and the girl has a nine-turn Xuanyin body. I don’t know that your magical powers cannot be used on that silly girl. I have a map of the body meridians of the Snow Fox clan. Please give me a map.
Your Majesty, take a look."
As he spoke, a piece of delicate snow fox leather paper escaped from his cuff and was tied tightly with a rubber band. It looked very precious.
Murong Feng looked at Mo Qingqing in surprise. Unexpectedly, the old man had thought quite carefully, and then took it with one hand and said: "Mr. Mo, don't worry, the little girl's nine-turn Xuanyin body was made by me, and the technique is the same."
Of course, there is no problem in this respect, but I would like to express my gratitude to Mr. Mo for his kindness."
"Hey...this can't be done. It's an honor to be able to contribute to your Majesty. How can I dare to thank you..."
"It's okay. This is how I am. I must thank those who deserve to be thanked, and I will never thank those who shouldn't be thanked. Besides, I am also half a nephew of Mr. Mo, so it doesn't matter if I thank you, haha."
As he spoke, Murong Feng threw the fox-skin paper into the air and into the mustard space.
"Oh, hehe, yes, yes, yes..." Then, there was a burst of laughter.
At this moment, the clear snow in the early morning has gradually stopped, and the howling cold wind has turned into a refreshing autumn breeze due to the rising sun. At the foot of the mountain, beside a clear spring, through the morning fog that has not yet dispersed, you can vaguely see a few trees.
A willow tree is silently bathing in the morning light. Although it is late autumn, there are little catkins flying in the air. The entire Lingxiao Valley is also decorated with these flying catkins, revealing a beautiful and elegant scene.
At the foot of the mountain, the golden light shines on the earth, dispersing the fog in the sky, and the whole new world unfolds before your eyes. In the forest, there are crisp birdsong, melodious singing, intertwined into love songs, flowing in the moist air,
Wake up the sleeping people. In the valley, the morning glow passes through the east window and is printed on all kinds of curtains. The light and shadow poured out are all kinds of strange and different shapes. If you watch them carefully, you will definitely feel pleasing to the eye.
After a while, several families finally slowly opened their doors and windows, feeling the freshness brought by the morning, the elegance brought by nature, the greetings between neighbors, and the shouts of market vendors, gradually spread in the valley, morning in the valley
, started amidst the commotion.
In a square to the west, there are already a few sleepy little lolita standing sparsely in the square, complaining from time to time. It seems that they are ready for the "morning class".
At this moment, two people suddenly came from a distance, riding on clouds.
One old man is skinny, but full of energy. His white clothes are fluttering in the wind, his white beard is fluttering in the wind, and he is faintly exuding the spirit of an immortal. The other young man has clear features, sharp eyes, well-dressed, elegant demeanor, and his gestures are clear. His royal aura is clearly displayed, and he is not angry.
Self-prestige, a tall, rich and handsome classic image, he is simply the idol in the hearts of many little lolita in the audience!
At this moment, a little lolita in yellow suddenly raised her voice and screamed: "Ahhhhh!!! Brother Xiaofeng is here!!!"