After a night of silence, Ye Yinfeng walked in the snowy courtyard, casually picking up a handful of crystal clear snowflakes, and carefully felt the cold chill coming from the snowflakes, and
It emits a faint mist. At this moment, the sky and the earth are completely white, and the vast snow covers the sky and the earth, and a holy and pure white scene arises spontaneously.
Wearing a blue shirt, the bladeless sword behind her has already been removed, as if a heavy burden has been lifted off her body. It is a rare moment of leisure and tranquility. The sky is still gray after the heavy snowfall, but snowflakes are no longer falling from the sky.
When it flew up, it rolled up a pile of snow and turned into elves dancing all over the sky, and the smell of white mist immediately filled the air.
There was tranquility in his heart, Ye Yinfeng stood still, his figure was as majestic as a mountain, and his mouth exhaled the breath of spiritual joy. His heart was like a mirror, and his empty mind was not stained by a trace of dust.
As soon as he breathes in and out, streams of white mist are transformed into shapes, condensed sharp sword blades, and white mist fairies dancing lightly. The exchange of one breath and one breath that Taiqing Zhenqi emphasizes begins.
, the accumulation is like starting over and over again, there is no earth-shattering like an all-encompassing moment, nor is there any magical skill like weeping ghosts and gods overnight, it can only be repeated over and over again, step by step, as steady as a rock, the old tree takes root.
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The breath of exhalation stirred up a heavy chill, which rose and fell all over his body endlessly. Faintly, Ye Yinfeng felt that his six senses had become sharper. This kind of calming and refreshing practice,
This kind of practice without burden and pressure immediately brought his state of mind to a new state, which had nothing to do with the cultivation of internal power. It was a kind of Taoist intention that was as natural as the origin of Taoism.
Surprisingly, the four little guys also got up earlier, and their cheerful laughter was heard in the wind and snow. Their innocent laughter became another scenery in this Buyi Lane. And the other one was tall.
The thin man stood aside. He looked curiously at the young man in blue shirt next to him, breathing in and out. Vaguely, he felt a natural Taoist charm lingering around the young man.
, that kind of green and blue-like aura surrounded the young man's body. A pair of slender red phoenix eyes couldn't help but narrowed. He was still the same, looking absent-minded, but his slender eyes were hidden in his sleeves.
Zhong's hand couldn't help but move.
The stupid big guy rushed out like a mountain. The guy who shouted "chicken legs" last night ate the braised pig's trotters as well as anyone else, that is, the sleepy old man had the same attitude as him.
After a fight, the man seemed to be still unsatisfied after eating a pot of pig's trotters. He was stared at by Ye Yinfeng and trembled. He didn't dare to make any move anymore. However, the four young men seemed to have forgotten the other party's
With a ferocious face, he poured all the leftover pig's trotters into his basin. The guy's belly was round and bloated after eating.
At this time, the boy rushed out like a gust of wind like a child. What greeted him was a ball of snowflakes hitting his face. He was not annoyed or angry, and kept shouting in his mouth. Subconsciously
As soon as he brushed the snowflakes from his face, he stood behind Ye Yinfeng again, but he saw a trace of peace that he had never felt before in the other party's warm eyes. Several more snowflakes fell on him
, turned around, and this tough guy joined the team of four small ones.
The sleepy old man was like a god of sleep. At this moment, the lively playing and fun outside did not wake him up. No one knew when he entered the earthen house last night. Ye Yinfeng, who finally got up and returned to the house, paid special attention to it.
After a while, a dense aura came out of the sleeping old man, causing the snowflakes to fall on his body, neither melting nor condensing, forming clusters of strange snowflakes. Finally, his body was completely covered.
Looking at all this, the tall and thin Mr. Thirteen seemed to feel something. His slender red eyes shone with gleams of light. I don’t know what he was thinking. It was just that there was a hint of something in his cold eyes.
The unknown look on his face, his eyes as sharp as a knife and as sharp as a sharp edge, had a different charm at this moment.
After Ye Yinfeng exhaled, he saw the play between the four children and the first one, and a touch of sadness suddenly surged into his heart. Once upon a time, it was the same with him and his family. However, the family was destroyed, and the little sister
Ruyan's life and death were unknown. Although he had always had a hunch in his heart that his family, parents, and uncle Ye Ran were not killed in that disaster. But he still couldn't find a reason to convince himself. After all, he was there.
He left in a hurry after the disaster and had no time to check for any clues. Maybe it would be good to keep some thoughts and hopes in his heart.
The torn cold wind rolled up piles of snow, and the dark white sky was enveloped in a chilling atmosphere. Thousands of piles of snow could not purify this chilling atmosphere. Layers of lead clouds rolled up, and the hissing wind roared.
And ring.
One day has passed like a fleeting moment. The arrival of the dark night has stirred up millions of colors of thick ink. The ground is covered with white snow, but the horizon is as inky as lacquer. The white light of the snow sets off the sky.
The sky is like thick ink, and the clear earth and sky are covered with a strong picture.
A simple and unpretentious carriage appeared quietly at the entrance of Buyi Lane. A strong man jumped out of the carriage, wearing a strong suit and a strong aura, walking in the dark night.
And go.
Ye Yinfeng walked out of the courtyard door repaired by the old man. Behind him stood a tall and thin man, with his hands hidden in the sleeves like a cold sculpture. Secondly, there was a man with a cold nose.
The big silly guy with a long nose that kept running down his face had a puzzled look in his eyes, but he could only watch quietly as the tall and straight figure walked out from the courtyard door.
As he walked away, although he made a hoho sound from his mouth, it was mixed with a bit of sobs.
The carriage drove slowly from the entrance of Buyi Alley and disappeared quietly into the dark night. The people standing and looking at it were silent, and the quiet atmosphere was a bit dull.
Ye Yinfeng touched the jade belt above his waist. From the appearance, it was no different from an ordinary belt, but Ye Yinfeng felt a touch of warmth and an unspeakable sadness in his heart. The beauty was no longer around.
, but the pleasant fragrance that penetrates the heart is still reverberating on the tip of his nose, looking forward to it and looking forward to it. A frown, a smile, a green shadow, a pull of three thousand threads, could it be that the muscles of the hand holding the child are...
expectations.
With his mind at peace and his sword's heart clear, Ye Yinfeng sat in the carriage, looking at his nose and nose, breathing in and out slowly. He did not bring the edgeless iron sword with him, and the carriage was moving very slowly.
There were no bumps, it was very stable, just like his state of mind at this time, it was difficult to make any waves.
He didn't know how long he had been driving, but Ye Yinfeng's heart moved and he woke up from his trance. He knew he had arrived at his destination.
The carriage slowly stopped, and the strong man jumped out of the carriage, opened the door and said, "Mr. Ye, please."
Only then did Ye Yinfeng get off the carriage, and he found that he was already in a place that made him marvel.
I saw colorful lanterns hanging high all around, which contrasted with the snow on the ground, forming a gorgeous scenery. The lights were brightly lit everywhere, and the water pavilions and pavilions like Qionglou and Yuyu surrounded the clear green lake.
The dancing white mist was swaying and changing, and crystal clear ice edges hung upside down from the eaves under the pavilion. They shone correspondingly with the surrounding colored lights, giving off bursts of charming halo.
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At this time, the figures around him were swaying, like the fairy clothes blowing in the wind in the fairyland, which made Ye Yinfeng feel a little relaxed and happy. This place was the Mingyue Lake, reflecting it like a bright moon, looking out from afar.
Looking at it, one can clearly see a bright moon embedded in the vast earth.
Silently, the strong man got on the carriage again. The horse raised its hooves lightly, and the sound echoed, raising the mist that turned into white snow. The horse's tail flicked away the cold wind that chilled the bones.
There was silence everywhere. Ye Yinfeng looked at the brilliant crystal pavilion, like a radiant sword piercing the endless vast dark sky. There were four floors in the pavilion, each floor was two feet high.
There is an exquisite lamp hanging on every corner of the cornice. From the eight exquisite lamps, soft light shines, neither dazzling nor dim. It can be seen that there is such an extraordinary style in such subtleties. The owner of this attic must be
He is an elegant and unique man. The pavilion of more than ten feet is shaped like a sword, and the repeated light reflects like the day. This trip is worthwhile.
Ye Yinfeng walked alone on the snow-covered steps that had already been cleaned. His toes tapped lightly on the white marble-like stone steps, and there was not even a drop of water stain on his boots. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, don't say
This pavilion is more than ten feet high, and the stone steps in front of the building have been cleaned so well that there are no water stains. So what kind of extraordinary person the owner tonight will be. Such a small thing, coupled with a lot of financial resources, even if it is
It is impossible for ordinary big gangs to be so meticulous.
Although there is no extravagant ostentation, there is an elegant and light holy atmosphere. Above the door in the square of the attic, the three words "Qingfengju" are vigorous and powerful, like a dragon flying in the sky, and a phoenix flying in the sky.
There was an air of superior domineering power in those three words, but in the blink of an eye, a sense of peace and tranquility could be seen between those three words.
Ye Yinfeng did not see the fat Taoist priest or the fat prince. He walked in through the gate with a calm expression. There were no guards and he did not see any followers. After he entered the gate, a straight path led to the secluded area.
And it was quiet, with the exquisite lamps shining brightly on both sides, emitting a holy light.
After passing the quiet path, there was a wide open space ahead, with figures swaying, talking loudly, and some people alone. Still not seeing the two fat Taoist priests, Ye Yinfeng looked around and saw about twenty or thirty people gathered together.
A hall of people. There are various groups of people in this hall, including royal relatives wearing gorgeous brocade robes, queens of wealthy families with arrogant faces, and talented Han family members with calm expressions.
Three or two people sit together, with simple tables and chairs, a breeze-like atmosphere,
People were talking loudly but not loudly, giving people a strange feeling of peace. Ye Yinfeng didn't think this feeling was very real. On the contrary, he felt that the atmosphere was a little weird. As for where the blame was, he couldn't tell.
But he trusted his intuition. On the surface, it was a warm and spring-like atmosphere, but he could faintly feel a kind of intrigue that made him a little uncomfortable, like the mud in the deep water.
Walking away casually, Ye Yinfeng didn't know anyone among them. If there was one person he had seen, it was the young master of the Wu family who was wearing white clothes and carrying a sword on his waist. He didn't know it at first.
The origin of this man was later told by Na Lai Gou'er, but he was very disgusted with the arrogance on that man's face and the mocking air in his nostrils.
There are also some martial arts cultivators with good cultivation among them. Their auras are restrained and their bodies contain a majestic energy.
Ye Yinfeng walked to a pillar and saw a word engraved on the pillar: Look at the sword in a cold window and with a dead light. There is some merit and fame on the sword.