Si Xueyi, who was sent to catch fish, looked at the countless petals embedded in the ice and said something touchingly.
The vast ice on the Twin Hearts Lake seems to have frozen the entire spring in one breath, condensing this gorgeous and unparalleled spring scenery into eternity at the moment when the flowers wither.
For a moment, Si Xueyi couldn't bear to destroy this perfect ice surface.
Swish, swish, swish!
His figure began to slide gracefully on the ice, and soon he came to a stop where his two hearts crossed.
Looking up, under the Liuguang Marigold tree, in the vast expanse of snow, Feng Yueyu and three people were surrounding Bai Lixuan, smiling and talking non-stop. ??
"Grandpa is quite popular..."
Si Xueyi watched this scene from a distance, with a smile on his handsome face. This was great.
Due to the sensitive status of Sword Spirit, Bai Lixuan could only talk to Si Xueyi on weekdays and could not show up in front of others.
There are not many opportunities to chat with people at all. It is unthinkable to chat without any scruples like now.
Although Si Xueyi always talked like an old man with a golden finger, deep down in his heart, he always regarded Moonlight Sword Master as a true friend.
The last white moonlight in Tianhuang City could compete with the emperor nine hundred years ago. One person and one sword can build a city. Who doesn't like this kind of moonlight sword master?
"You didn't say anything bad about me, did you?"
Si Xueyi looked from a distance, and saw that the few people were chatting and looking at him from time to time, feeling something bad.
"If Duanmu Xi is here, she will definitely say bad things about me. This girl is very ghostly."
Si Xueyi laughed, looked away, and focused on the ice.
He poured his true energy into his fingertips, then drew a circle against the ice, and soon the ice cave was ready.
He is naturally close to the aquarium, and big fish jump out of the water one after another without any bait.
"You're so welcome!"
Si Xueyi smiled, picked only five fish, and put all the rest of the fish back.
After taking out the fish basket from the storage bag and packing the fish, Si Xueyi, as light as a swallow, searched for some wood on the island after several ups and downs.
By the time he returned to the Flowing Marigold Tree, it only took him half a quarter of an hour.
Duan Muxi and Fu Hongyao were both there, but Feng Yueyu and Bai Lixuan were not seen. Si Xueyi was a little surprised, but he quickly guessed the reason. It was most likely that he was asking Bai Lixuan for some doubts about the way of swordsmanship.
"Hehe, let me just say that Brother Xueyi is very good at catching fish. It's also delicious when grilled!"
Fu Hongyao said extremely excitedly.
Si Xueyi smiled in her heart and said, "Well, you girl is really childish, and the job of grilling fish has been arranged for him again."
"So fast, we haven't talked enough yet!"
Duanmuxi blinked and smiled at Si Xueyi, his eyes full of cunning.
"You're talking bad about me again, right?"
Si Xueyi skillfully set up a fire, cleaned the fish's internal organs, and replied with a smile.
Fu Hongyao said, "No.
Yeah, Sister Xi, I told you a lot about Brother Xueyi’s past in the college, saying that Brother Xueyi often took Sister Xi to the back yam field to steal delicious food, and every time he asked Sister Xi to look out for you."
Si Xueyi smiled helplessly, as expected.
Back then, when the poison was still there, he needed to make an elixir to suppress the poison. He had no choice but to go to Duanmu Xi and go to the back yam field to beat the autumn wind together.
Looking back now, it was also a very happy time.
"Help!"
Duan Muxi stopped Fu Hongyao from continuing, rolled up his sleeves, and helped with the ingredients beside Si Xueyi. He was gentle, virtuous and considerate.
Fu Hongyao couldn't do such delicate work, so he could only add more wood to the fire, licking it and then extinguishing it.
Now he suddenly became anxious, puffed up his cheeks and started blowing.
With a bang, the fire blew up, and charcoal dust fell on Si Xueyi and Duanmu Xi's faces.
The two of them couldn't bear to be surprised. They looked at each other's dark faces and couldn't help laughing. After laughing, they joined forces to give Fu Hongyao a mixed doubles meal.
On the snow, the three of them laughed and chased each other around the marigold tree, forgetting all about the grilled fish.
In the end, the five fish were cooked, but the ones doing the cooking were Feng Yueyu and Bai Lixuan who rushed back.
At night, in this dreamlike scenery, a few people drank, ate fish and laughed without stopping.
"Si Xueyi, the dean has told me about the Holy Academy. I suggest you go there."
Feng Yueyu ate the fish elegantly and said to Si Xueyi through the firelight.
"How to say?"
Si Xueyi looked at the jade-like face illuminated by the firelight and knew that the other party had something to say.
Feng Yueyu said sternly, "The seven-color holy fire you mentioned, I don't know the whereabouts of the other holy fires, but the purple thunder holy fire is most likely still in the holy courtyard."
As soon as these words came out, Si Xueyi's expression became solemn.
The others didn't speak, and all looked at him. Si Xueyi smiled bitterly and said, "Is this good news or bad news? I can't steal it. I will be beaten to death. If I let them give it to me willingly,
, I’m afraid this favor is a bit too much.”
Such a treasure as the Purple Thunder Sacred Fire, even if there is only a trace of flame left, it is impossible for the Holy Academy to give it away to others.
"It's really a bit difficult to handle."
Duanmu Xi and Fu Hongyao frowned slightly, feeling uncomfortable.
Bai Lixuan said in surprise, "Why are you all looking so sad? It's definitely not good to steal or rob, but you can borrow it."
Si Xueyi smiled and said, "Is there any difference?"
Bai Lixuan said in confusion, "There is a difference, and it is not difficult. My master often borrows things, and there is nothing he cannot borrow. Master often teaches us that we cannot steal or rob, but we can borrow. If we don't borrow, we must be reasonable."
, there is always someone who listens to the truth.”
As soon as these words came out, Duanmu
Xi and Fu Hongyao were both stunned and looked at Bai Lixuan in disbelief.
Si Xueyi smiled bitterly, "Your master is the Dragon King, who dares not borrow it if he borrows it?"
Feng Yueyu said, "Things are not what you think. The last owner of the Purple Thunder Holy Fire was Taoist Priest Linggui. He was killed in the Tianxu Pure Land fighting for the treasure, and the latter's Purple Thunder Holy Fire turned into a ten-mile-long streak."
The lightning finally fell in the Holy Courtyard, but no one knows where it is."
Si Xueyi's eyes lit up and she said, "This is a bit of a chance."
Feng Yueyu stared at him and said in a deep voice, "That's why you have to go to this holy courtyard."
Si Xueyi asked, "What about you?"
Feng Yueyu was silent and did not answer, but silence itself was already the answer.
Si Xueyi laughed at herself and said, "It has been twelve years since Yue Ruhuo wrote a book and there is still no change at all. The heroine always has to play the trick of disappearing."
Feng Yueyu raised her brows lightly, her eyes sharp with sharpness, and said coldly, "Who is Yue Ruhuo? Can you block my sword?"
Fu Hongyao smiled and said, "Brother Xueyi, who is Yue Ruhuo? Can you block Hongyao's punch?" ??
Duanmuxi blinked and said with a smile, "Which one is more handsome, Yue Ruhuo or senior brother?"
Si Xueyi looked into the eyes of the three women and said with a smile, "I don't dare to talk nonsense about this. Drink, drink."
He raised the wine bottle and took a deep sip. In fact, he had already guessed that Feng Yueyu would most likely not go to the Holy Courtyard.
She was always at a distance from herself, and it was impossible to know what was going on in her mind.
Goo-goo-goo!
Si Xueyi drank it all in one gulp, and the depression in her heart was relieved a little, but her mood was still melancholy. She held the empty wine bottle and sang the seventh glass of wine.
"The road was full of wind and dust, and the wine gourd hung upside down on the little red horse."
"When I look up, I see thousands of miles of yellow sand, and a sword stuck in the corner of the city tower."
"The silk rain and flying flowers are as fine as sorrow, and the sharpness of spirit blooms between the eyebrows."
Si Xueyi's singing voice is crisp and melodious. Although it is not as good as Duanmu Xi's natural and ethereal voice, his true feelings and the trace of sadness in the heroic and soaring song are perfectly performed by him.
Everyone knows this song, and everyone who doesn't know it has heard it many times, and they all felt it at the same time.
"Senior brother, Xi will give you a dance!"
Duanmuxi was moved by Si Xueyi's singing. She smiled sweetly and danced gracefully on the snow.
Fu Hongyao looked at the crowd and then at Si Xueyi. With a tender look on her face, she took out the flute and played it for Si Xueyi.
Bai Lixuan's handsome face showed a gentle smile like moonlight. He was immersed in it and raised his hands slightly.
Wow!
The white snow on the ground floated into the air like fireflies, and he clapped his hands gently. These lights were as bright as stars in the night.
Feng Yueyu looked at the bonfire and said nothing, just drinking one cup after another.
She raised her head to look up, and happened to see a smile on Si Xueyi's lips, and a sharp edge between his eyebrows, showing his youthful spirit.
It is hard to imagine that Si Xueyi, who is usually flamboyant and arrogant, would have such a melodious and pleasant voice.
The artistic conception contained in the singing has become more and more profound, as if the sound of swords is roaring in the sky and the earth, giving people a strong sense of oppression.
Fu Hongyao became very excited and played the flute loudly. The momentum arose and his clothes shook.
Si Xueyi shook her wine glass and continued singing, "The wind is soaring for ninety thousand miles, and a sword is dancing to reflect the vast sky."
He sang this line twice, the smile on his face became stronger and his mood became more and more high.
There seemed to be boundless energy and sharpness blooming in Si Xueyi's body.
The singing stopped, leaving only the sound of the flute and Duanmuxi's dancing posture. Both the sound of the flute and the dancing posture became faster and faster.
When the flute's note reached a pitch that could not be higher, Si Xueyi let out a long whistle and sang loudly, "The first toast comes when the time comes, and I sing and laugh at the spring breeze when I'm drunk."
"The second cup is for me. In this world, the chirping of birds has nothing to do with me."
"The third cup of toast will make you immortal. If you drink ice for ten years, your blood will be hard to cool down."
"After drinking the fourth cup, I threw it down and laughed, letting these monsters come and fight."
"He walks away with his sword, but he remains alone like the moon."
"He rises against the wind; he sails on the sea of blood."
"The lightning flashed, illuminating the lonely city, and his smile solidified into eternity."
"Outside the city tower, the wind and sand are not stopping, and there is a sword in the box, whose name is pronounced Shaobai."
When Shaobai finished speaking, a sword actually appeared behind Si Xueyi. The sword flashed and a strong wind blew.
Rumble!
Feng Yueyu was caught off guard, her cheeks trembled slightly due to the wind, her long hair fluttering in the wind, and she saw that the bonfire was about to be blown out.
The sharp edge between her eyebrows surged, a king's power bloomed, and the electric light flashed, suppressing the strong wind caused by the sword light.
The two looked at each other, and under the light of the bonfire, they each had their own strengths and weaknesses. Si Xueyi's handsome face flashed brightly and darkly under the firelight, and he continued to sing with pride in his heart.
"The first toast comes at a time when I am drunk and singing and laughing in the spring breeze."
"The second cup is for me. In this world, the chirping of birds has nothing to do with me."
"The third cup of toast will make you immortal. If you drink ice for ten years, your blood will be hard to cool down."
"After drinking the fourth cup, throw the cup down and laugh, letting these monsters and monsters fight to their heart's content."
"The fifth cup is full of frost on the ground, and the clouds are breaking through the moon, and the flowers are making shadows."
"The sixth cup is dedicated to life and death, and the fight will not end until the blood is exhausted!"
…
The sound of the flute, the singing, and the dancing stopped abruptly, because everyone knows that although this song is called The Seventh Cup of Wine, the Seventh Cup of Wine has never appeared.
"Hahahahaha!"
After singing this song, all the depression was gone. Everyone looked at each other and laughed, and Feng Yueyu also had a smile on his frosty face.
"drink!"
Everyone raised their glasses and drank heavily, vowing to get drunk.