Four hundred and fortieth eight chapters scorching its flowers
The peach blossoms are flying like rain, and the delicate faces are blushing like drunkenness,
The graceful figure of the woman in green shirt amid the peach grove and the rain of flowers walked slowly, her tiptoes seemed unwilling to step on the petals that fell to the ground, and she carefully avoided one after another.
A few fallen petals began to stick to the clean but petite white shoes, and they stuck tightly to the toes of her shoes like embroidery.
At the same time, a green figure ran towards the woman in green with a rush of wind. She was a maid with natural beauty. "Miss, Miss. Qing Ling knew you were here. She received a flying pigeon in the valley.
The letter is about Mr. Ye, do you want to know?" Qing Ling's naughty voice came out first, and she called out before her figure reached the side of the girl in green shirt.
"You girl, just tell me what you have to say, why bother?" As soon as Nangong Xianchen heard the words of the maid, he couldn't help but show his charming smile, raised his head slightly, and his delicate and charming eyes
Her lips were pressed tightly against a peach blossom that was as red as blood, not knowing whether she wanted to smell the fragrance of the peach blossom or because her heart was filled with deep joy.
"Grandpa said that he wants to see you. Grandpa will tell you everything about Mr. Ye. He wants Qing Ling to come to the young lady. It seems that he has something to say." The maid in Tsing Yi pouted and smiled, but did not answer the other party directly. She
Like Nangong Xianchen, she put the tip of her nose to the stamen of a peach blossom, and a pleasant and intoxicating fragrance gently penetrated into her nose, making her blushing blush even more
intoxicating.
The depth of Linglong Valley is the core of the entire Linglong Valley. There are cliffs on both sides of the valley, and there is a condensed white mist that hangs over the valley all year round. Even though it is covered with white mist, it does not affect the warm sunshine.
Directly shooting down from the sky makes this Linglong Valley feel like spring all year round.
A few simple blue-tiled houses and a few elegant and unique courtyards are the main buildings of Linglong Valley, one of the four ancient martial arts sects that shocked the world. Of course, there are several waterside pavilions in the elegant courtyard, which coincide with the Qimen Xuanjia.
The array of courtyard pavilions decorates the small valley floor with a unique charm.
The blue pool is sparkling, and an old man is reflected in this small blue pool. He is an extremely unique old man. The hair on the old man's head is almost gone, but the hair under the old man's chin is
But his beard was as white as snow and hung down on his chest. The old man had a pair of not too big and cloudy eyes, and his thin body seemed to be blown away by a strong wind at any time.
The most important thing is that the first impression of the old man was that of a wretched old man. However, when he looked again in the blink of an eye, he found that the old man gave people a different feeling, like a saint.
, and then in the blink of an eye, it gave people a feeling like a great wise man. The old man gave people several strange feelings, but one of them seemed not to be the real identity of the old man, which made people very confused.
But no one underestimates this old man, because this old man's status is extremely high, and no one knows how high he is. But everyone in the entire Linglong Valley knows that even the lord of the first valley in Linglong Valley, Nangong Qingshanjian,
Everyone must bow down and salute this old man, and it is the highest etiquette in Linglong Valley.
"Unfortunate grandpa." Nangong Xianchen couldn't help shouting happily as he looked at the old man sitting on the wooden chair in the corridor and focusing on the float in the pond.
"You little girl, what's your name? You scared away the old man's fish. Alas, you have been sitting here all morning in vain, and you haven't even caught a fish. Finally, you saw a fish that was about to take the bait.
I was scared away by you little girl again." An old but powerful voice came from the old man's mouth.
I saw the old man's steady right hand lift, but it was a long thin line with only a float, no hook or bait. The old man was the only elder in Linglong Valley, the Immortal, also known as the Immortal. In Linglong,
Inside, if there is anyone who is not afraid of the Immortal, then this person is Nangong Xianchen, and he is the only one. No one knows how many years the Immortal has lived, and no one knows how high the Immortal Kung Fu has reached, but no one knows
People are dissatisfied with his divine divination skills. Linglong Valley's divination skills are one of Zhengu's unique skills.
Nangong Xianchen has long been accustomed to the old man's slight gentleness but also his deep love. She frowned slightly, stepped forward and nestled in the old man's arms, feeling the old man's affection.
There was a warm and sunny breath, and the strangeness in her heart began to fade away. She knew that the immortal god summoned her to tell her something, and this matter was unusual. Apart from the stubborn disease in her body, there should be no
Other important things.
"Idiot, if you miss him, just go find him. Although you are in this exquisite valley, your heart is not in it. These days, you seem gentle and elegant as usual, but that feeling condensed in your heart
But his feelings make you depressed and unhappy. This outing will not only strengthen the relationship between you and him, but your condition will also take a turn for the better."
After hearing the old man's words, Nangong Xianchen raised her eyebrows, her peach blossom-like face gradually became hotter, and her star-like eyes became even brighter. Things began to appear in her mind again.
The sword-like figure in the blue shirt, and the face that was a bit childish yet resolute gradually occupied her mind.
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The rain will eventually stop, especially the spring rain in the north. This spring rain, as fine as an ox's hair, fell continuously for several hours and then stopped.
The white mist began to thicken and cover the Taihang Mountains, but people on the Taihang Mountains could clearly see everything below the mountain. Just like Yelu Wuji and Xiao Yujing, they stood on the Taihang Mountains.
At a certain peak, clouds and mist surrounded their heads.
"Master Xiao, are you so sure that the two boys will come after you?" Yelu Wuji, who was dressed in red like evil, had a ruthless light in his eyes. In front of this seemingly ordinary old man, he still maintained the only feeling in his heart.
He did not show any disrespect to the old man. In front of the old man, he stood like a child in front of an adult.
"You're upset. If you don't believe me, you can go down the mountain and have a look for yourself. If your guess is correct, Ye Yinfeng and Ling Tianyun should be almost at the inn at the pass." Xiao Yujing's face didn't show much emotion.
Fluctuating, but his tone was filled with an unquestionable majesty.
The two Khitan masters appeared together in the Taihang Mountains, but Yelu Zongheng and Wanyan Zhantian, who had outstanding talents in those two days, were nowhere to be seen. The spring rain moistened the air in the Taihang Mountains, and the fragrance of earth was everywhere.
The rainwater wetted the soil everywhere, but it didn't soak it through. The scent of the soil flying up was rising. Coupled with the hazy clouds and mist surrounding the Taihang Mountains, the green fresh air was everywhere.
As soon as it comes out, a new spring atmosphere nourished by spring rain is born.
"Wuji knew he was wrong. Wuji should not question Master Xiao." Yelu Wuji's eyes flashed, and a chill came out of his heart.
"I am very puzzled as to how these two low-ranking young men defeated the great master. If there are such martial arts masters in this world, then the level of such a challenge is too shocking.
What kind of martial arts realm is the great national master, and these two young men have only broken through the innate realm. It is really puzzling. Could it be that there are unparalleled masters hidden in the palace." Xiao Yujing seemed to be talking to himself, and he seemed to be thinking.
What is the warning to Yelu Wuji?
Yelu Wuji was also frightened in his heart, and his mood was like the clouds and mist in the Taihang Mountains, rising and falling, making it difficult to calm down.
After that battle, Wanyan Wudi did not hide anything from anyone, and directly told them the outcome of the battle, but did not mention a word about what happened in that battle. The best master in the world was defeated by two incompetent teenagers.
In their hands, if the world's martial arts community knew about it, what a shocking event it would be. There was only the result, but no experience. It was only left to their infinite imagination, and such an incredible ending made them heartbroken and difficult to understand.
.
"Let's go, we'll wait for them in the mountain. You want to avenge your apprentice, so there's no rush now. But remember, Ling Tianyun belongs to the third prince." Xiao Yujing seemed to see something from the bottom of the mountain, and he turned around
Walking towards the peak, he just said a few words.
Yelu Wuji suddenly condensed. Although the stern look on his face did not diminish, a hint of hesitation could be seen from his frowning eyebrows. He shook his head helplessly, and followed closely.
Behind the old man, the two people came from the cloud and mist and returned to the cloud and mist. Only the rising and falling white mist shook a few times and returned to its original state.
"What you said is true. How could those two young boys defeat Wanyan Wudi?" After listening to Ning Bugui's account, Yuwen Bufan had an unbelievable look in his eyes. He asked again in disbelief.
, the biggest advantage of the martial arts realm is that the level of strength can be divided according to the realm. How the innate realm can defeat the martial arts of the broken sky realm has been unheard of since ancient times. There is a difference of two days between the realm of near heaven and the realm of heaven. This is almost
Impossible.
"Yes, this is a fact, regardless of whether the two of them used external force or whether they are peerless magic weapons. But this is the fact, a fact that cannot be changed. Don't forget who Ye Yinfeng is, but
The biggest assassination target in the Assassin's Sky Alliance. Although these tasks have nothing to do with us, he is still alive and well. The watchman and the scholar will die in his hands differently. Don't underestimate your opponent."
"Don't compare other killers with us. The watchman and the scholar can't even be called an ant in our eyes. The Assassin's Sky League ranks killers based on their martial arts realm, and I've never been a fan of those two.
I haven't paid attention to it. No matter what, their martial arts realm is only the innate realm, and the strongest will not reach the sky. Although I am very curious about how they defeated Wanyan Wudi, but I am not familiar with these two people.
Be a little more curious."
Yu Wen Bufan's eyes suddenly shot out a blazing light, that kind of light was eager and had a touch of bloodthirsty. Only Ning Bugui knew that once his eyes were exposed, it meant that the other party was eager to meet him.
The gentle breeze blows, and the sky after the spring rain begins to feel a bit like a wash. On the nameless hill, unknown flowers are in full bloom. And on the hillside, a unique thatched hut completes this quiet atmosphere.
The hill is dotted with a bit of popularity. Outside the courtyard of this thatched house, there are a few sparse red dots on an old peach tree, which are the peach blossoms in bud.
A woman dressed in white like snow, like a fairy, stands beside the peach tree. Although the peach tree is not yet mature, there is another splendid scenery. This woman is Dugu Aoxue, she
His eyes were filled with worry, and although his cheeks were as flushed as spring, his frowning brows were uncomfortable for a long time.
The tightly wrapped peach blossom has not yet waited for it to bloom, just like Dugu Aoxue, and the tens of thousands of depressions in my heart have not yet dissipated. The man with a crown-like face beside him has already left, along with his departure.
There is also that rich and handsome white crane. I don’t know whether it is melancholy, confusion, or reluctance to let go. The raised head of the crane has already left two light scratches. I don’t know whether it is joy or resentment.