The snow in Qingping Mountain lasts from late autumn to mid-winter.
Between the valleys, occasionally a canthus bird flies across the sky and sings a long song.
Standing on the cloud bridge that shuttles between the six peaks, you can no longer see the peach blossom forest under the mountain, and naturally you can't see the looming small courtyard.
In the early morning, snowflakes danced.
Gu Yusheng stood in the small courtyard and stared at the gloomy sky.
The melodious bells of Qingyun Gate seemed to come from the depths of the sky.
Immediately afterwards, the sect order on his waist also glowed with green light.
This is the sect gathering order.
Everyone must arrive.
Gu Yusheng didn't waste any time. He took off his cloak and shawl from the wall, closed the door of the small courtyard, and tapped his toes, like a flying dragon stepping on snowy mud.
Since Mr. Qin left.
Gu Yusheng had no one to talk to every day. He ate on time, practiced swordplay on time, and practiced on time every day.
He lives the same life as before.
But he never flew up to the flat land on Qingping Mountain again.
Hard work was the only thought in Gu Yusheng's mind.
Martial Arts Arena.
Gu Yusheng was the first to arrive.
Directly north of the vast white snow, Yu Qingshan, the elder of Yunfeng, stood in the wind and snow. He was motionless with his sword behind his back. He was resting his mind. When he saw Gu Yusheng appear, he suddenly opened his eyes. There was a hint of appreciation in his eyes. He looked towards Gu
Yu Sheng pointed at the Demon Suppression Monument not far away.
"You came too early. You don't have to stand in the snow waiting for someone else. The monster-suppressing monument is visible to the world. If you walk over, the snow won't fall on you."
Gu Yusheng bowed his hand towards Yu Qingshan.
But I didn’t go to the Demon Suppressing Monument.
Still letting the snowflakes fall on his head and shoulders.
Yu Qingshan was slightly startled.
There was no further persuasion.
It's very windy and snowy.
Disciples from the Six Peaks come and go in a hurry.
In two years, they have been able to mobilize their vitality to form a body-protecting vitality outside the body, preventing the wind and snow from getting on them.
Although the world is cold.
The disciples of Qingyun Sect were particularly excited.
They are in groups, chatting or gossiping.
Many people's eyes fell on Gu Yusheng.
Seeing snowflakes covering his body, he was motionless.
They all laughed secretly.
Although Qingyunmen is large, there are few topics about spiritual practice.
Now that I see Gu Yusheng like this, I naturally want to point fingers.
"Then the boy hasn't condensed his Yuan Fei yet, has he? Even the wind and snow can't stop him."
"How is it possible? The Ning Yuan Palace was blown up by Heaven's Punishment last time. I heard that he was the one who went to test it before it exploded. If he hadn't condensed the Yuan Fei, would Elder Lu let him go?"
"Too."
The female disciples of Luochen Peak walked in the wind and snow, dancing and dancing.
It was snowing heavily, and they were dressed in different styles. They wore mink fur snowcoats, silk phoenix gauze, swaying softly, with hairpins crowned with phoenixes, or wearing robes and skirts, with long gowns falling to the ground, gently sweeping the snow surface in the white snow.
If it weren't for this snow.
They cannot show off the most beautiful face in the world.
When the young male disciples of Liufeng saw this scene, they naturally started making noises, raising their hands to say hello, or blowing their fingers as a whistle.
Qingyunmen is transcendent from the world.
But the people who practice here are still in the world of mortals.
In addition, the world is very difficult, monsters are harassing them, beauties are miserable, and good men carry swords to fight in all directions. Whether it is in the story or to most of them, it will happen sooner or later.
As the saying goes, red flowers match green leaves, and beauties match heroes.
The glorious years.
The flow of the world.
There is no time to make promises to oneself.
There are more joys and sorrows in the world, and the younger generation has learned to express themselves in their best years.
Taoist couple.
Don’t seek immortality.
I just want to die together with the claws of the big demon.
Qingyunmen allows such tragedy and romance to exist.
The elders of various peaks do not prevent young people from having romantic feelings between men and women.
In this way.
Between the men and women of the Qingyun Sect, each will find his or her other half.
Walking together to the end of the world, practicing together.
A strange scene soon appeared in the martial arts arena: the disciples from Luochen Peak were walking all the way. They were just a group of sisters, but as they walked, they were led away one by one by the disciples from other peaks.
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It's normal for two to be together.
People in groups of three or five will also go to people of the opposite sex to find life partners.
Like Gu Yusheng, standing alone.
The cloak on his shoulders is stained with snow, but it is also a unique scenery.
Even if the female disciples of Luochen Peak have not yet found their other half, they will never pretend to pass by Gu Yusheng accidentally. Firstly, Gu Yusheng is too young after all, and they do not want to 'take care of' Gu Yusheng. Secondly,
It was the sword of shame in front of the Demon Suppression Monument, which was also imprinted on Gu Yusheng invisibly.
No one would want to befriend Gu Yusheng.
The arrogant Chu Chen appeared.
There are already warblers and swallows around me.
The martial arts arena was filled with screams.
If nothing else, just his identity as the ninth prince of the Xuanlong Dynasty. Even if this identity were placed on the head of a dog, the dog would still act unscrupulously.
Gu Yusheng stood in the snow meditating on the sword, using heaven and earth as his sword.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp look directed at him. It was a sword, more bone-eviscerating than frost and snow.
If Gu Yusheng felt something, he glanced sideways and saw that it was Chu Chen who was at the front of the crowd. He was wearing gorgeous clothes, and his eyes were falling on the big cloak on his shoulders. His eagle-like nose and sharp eyes were like a bird.
An invisible sword that wants to be unsheathed all the time.
Gu Yusheng didn't care.
This snowy day.
He is only waiting for one person.
Just looking forward to a figure.
Snap.
Gu Yusheng felt a gentle tap on his shoulder.
He looked back.
He saw a pair of bright eyes staring at him, her red lips and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised. One of her hands was behind her back, and the fingers of the other hand were placed on her nose, making an arrogant provocation.
action.
"Little Loach."
Mo Wanyun must be in a very good mood. In the wind and snow, she was wearing snow-white clothes, a red cloak draped over her shoulders, a black silk bun, two locks of hair falling on her temples, and a white jade sword hanging on her thin waist.
A beautiful red silk sword tassel is tied to the hilt of the sword, a jade belt is wrapped around the thin waist, and the silk shoes are knee-high. She stands like the wind, with a calm and graceful look, the fragrance is hidden, and she has a graceful appearance for the first time.
"Miss Mo."
Gu Yusheng's eyes were bright.
I thought to myself: It turns out that the Ninth Prince hated me this time, but so what, Miss Mo is free to play with whomever she likes. It is useless for you to hate me, it will only make me swing my sword sharper in the future.
"Are you thinking about something?"
Mo Wanyun's eyelashes were long and her eyes seemed to be able to see through Gu Yusheng's heart.
"No, I'm thinking about Miss Mo."
Gu Yusheng blurted out his defense.
"whispering sound!"
Mo Wanyun glared at Gu Yusheng, his eyelashes flickered a few times, and the corners of his mouth raised again: "I'll give you a shabby cloak, are you really just standing in the snow and letting the snow fall on you? They are all laughing at you, you
I can’t hear you.”
"I do." Gu Yusheng smiled, "I'm afraid they don't know. Miss Mo hasn't given it to anyone else, has she?"
"What are you thinking!" Mo Wanyun said anxiously, and then said slowly: "I never gave it to you, so don't be sentimental. I ran away to avoid incurring hatred for you. You know, Qingyun Sect doesn't
Big, right and wrong."
Mo Wanyun walked a few steps and saw that everyone's eyes were on Gu Yusheng. She crossed her arms and said with a smile, "What are you looking at? I don't know my fellow disciples."
At this time, Chu Chen walked up to Mo Wanyun and said with a half-smile: "Miss Wanyun, we meet again."
"Farewell, we are not familiar with each other."
Mo Wanyun was blocked by Chu Chen. She couldn't walk away easily. She couldn't move forward, so she simply turned back to Gu Yusheng.
She playfully said to Gu Yusheng, "Hey, I'll get in the snow with you."
"OK."
Gu Yusheng took off the shawl given by Mo Wanyun and put it on Mo Wanyun's shoulders. Gu Yusheng said seriously: "This way the snow will not feel cold."
Mo Wanyun nodded, suddenly took a step back, his eyes flickered and said: "Stop...don't reach out."
Gu Yusheng's expression froze, and he stretched out his hand to pick off a snowflake on her head.
"Miss Mo, why are you so nervous?"
"Are you nervous?"
Mo Wanyun snorted coldly, stepped on Gu Yusheng's shoes into the snow, and raised his eyebrows at Gu Yusheng: "Shh, don't talk. Listen to the sound of snow falling."