Yang Hui cherished his thoughts there, and then kept wandering there. He saw a small flower.

The flowers stretch out, the petals are pure and smooth, like carved jade and qiong, and the stamens are yellow, with yellow and white contrasting each other. They are elegant and ice-clean, graceful and moving. The breeze passes through the courtyard, and the delicate white flowers are like the icy pose on the hair of a beautiful woman.

Juanjuan's hostas are like white butterflies fluttering among the green leaves.

It seems like Mo Nianshan... I don't know why Yang Hui actually has some lingering feelings for Mo Nianshan in his heart.

Alas... Yang Hui has no choice at all. Now he can only improve his strength to have his own world, for himself, for Yang Xin, for Jing Lanqing, and for the real reason why his parents died at that time.

Yang Hui adjusted his breath and then went to find the weeding teams.

After all, the current goal is to monitor the actions of the four elders.

Soon, the sunshine passed.

"Sir, there is nothing unusual at the moment." The captain of the weeding team said.

"Well, continue to monitor." Yang Hui is not in the mood to know these things now. He is very confused now.

That sense of confusion that arose spontaneously appeared in Yang Hui again.

…

"Okay, let's make this decision." In Tianhua City, the elders and heads of the four major families discussed together.

"I don't understand why you made such a decision." The head of the Shen family did not understand the attitude of these heads and elders.

"The power of the Demon Sealing Valley is too great. We have to succumb to them. Do you think I am willing? Isn't my Yang Xin also in the Wan Teng Sect?" Jiang Tianhua said angrily.

"Why do we have to be their pawn? Isn't it good for us to remain neutral?" said the head of the Shen family.

"No," the head of the Jing family said. "The Demon-Sealing Valley is really too domineering. If we don't submit, maybe our entire Tianhua City will be destroyed by the Demon-Sealing Valley."

"Destruction? Isn't that too exaggerated?" the head of the Shen family said.

"Isn't it true? Do you think that Feng Mo Valley doesn't have the ability or the courage?" Jiang Tianhua retorted.

"No, they are about to start a war now and have no time to spare their hands." The head of the Shen family said.

"There is no time now, will there be no time in the future? The most powerful person among us has only just approached the seventh level. The other party sent a seventh-level monk, which can almost wipe out our group." The head of the Jing family said.

"Well, I agree with the Jing Family Patriarch. We must do this." Jiang Tianhua said.

"Then it's decided." The head of the Jing family said.

"That's it," Jiang Tianhua said.

…

"Sect Master, the war is about to break out. Now we only have Sifang Pavilion and Longyin Temple have announced their support for us. Although Cheng Qianzong has also said so, I am not sure whether Yuncheng can allow Cheng Qianzong to fight alongside us."

The minister of Yuheng Department said.

"That guy named Yun Cheng, I believe him." The sect leader said.

"How can the sect master be so confident?" said the Minister of Yuheng Department.

"Of course, you don't need to worry about this." The sect master said. "You just need to know that he will definitely not let us down."

"Yes, I understand." The waiter said.

"Even if the people who inherit Qianzong don't come, our idle monks can still match their role." The sect leader said.

…

"Grandpa, maybe the fourth elder will fail this time." Ren Xiaotian said.

"I understand." Valley Master Ren said. "Even if we inherit the Qianzong, so what, we are not trying to eliminate the Wan Teng Sect at all, we are just trying to attract attention. Now almost everyone in Tiantong Continent believes it.

We are here to attack the Wan Teng Sect, not what we want to do."

"Is this enough?" Ren Xiaotian asked.

"Yes, that's enough." Valley Master Ren said.

"Okay, I understand." Ren Xiaotian walked away angrily.

…

When the breeze blows, there is no sound here, because there is not a holly branch or an evergreen tree to make a whistling sound. The hawthorn and hazel bushes with no leaves left are as silent as the worn white stones in the middle of the path.

The sound of the rushing water on the mountain peaks and the squawking of the water birds hovering by the water's edge make people feel extremely quiet. The afterglow of the setting sun shines brightly and dimly in the east due to the obstruction of the mountains and rocks.

On the cliff on the bank, it then bounced from the cliff to the river surface, and then reflected from the river surface to the trees on the other side, making the cliffs, water surface and trees look strange.

The color of the mountain gradually becomes softer, and the shape of the mountain gradually becomes softer. You can reach out and touch the feeling of gelatin. The stream here is slow, lingering around the foot of every mountain. On the west bank of the gently rippling stream, there are many trees taller than horses.

The wild flowers on the head are colorful, red, yellow, blue, white and purple, stretching like an endless tapestry.

As dazzling as the colorful clouds on the horizon, as gorgeous as the rainbow in the sky. These densely packed wildflowers are tens of feet high, and the flowers are as big as an eight-inch agate plate. A horse walking in the sea of ​​flowers looks extraordinarily vigorous, and a person floating in the sea of ​​flowers also looks extraordinarily graceful.

Spirit. You don’t have to leave the saddle on a horse. You only need to stretch out your hands to hold your most beloved flowers in your arms.

It was almost dusk, and looking around, layers of clouds dyed colorful by the setting sun lingered among the green mountains, weaving an intoxicating scenery. On the way back, a red moon loomed in the dense cypress forest.

, accompany you all the way.

There were very high mountains on both sides, and the further we walked, the more woods there were. The gurgling water was sometimes on the left, sometimes on the right. In the narrow strip of sky covered by the mountains, Jing Lanqing felt that there seemed to be something here.

He was staring at her, but when she looked in that direction, she couldn't find the other party at all. A slight south wind blew diagonally behind her, always carrying something familiar but she couldn't tell what it was.

fragrance.

The sun was climbing on the mountain, making all kinds of strange faces. It looked at the quartz stone, and its eyes immediately shone with brilliance; the mountain forest was airtight, shining with a dark green, alluring color. It looked at the leaves in the mountain forest, showing

Looks very mysterious.

The sun is just warm, but never too warm; the wind is gentle, and often because it blows from the flowery mountains and forests, it brings a distant light fragrance, along with a breath of moist water, to caress your face.

, gently around your shoulders and waist.

"Sir, there is still no movement, you should go back and rest first." The leader said to Yang Hui.

"No need, I'll just stay here." Yang Hui was struggling here and didn't know what to do. So he might as well stay here.

"Um."

Soon the sky gradually dimmed and the moon came out.

The bright moon like a hook, the tranquility like a virgin, the grace like a princess. If the stars are the harmony of this nocturne, then the moonlight is the beautiful main theme. She is rippling in the valleys, in the woods, and traveling through the northwest

On the plains, she sang a soft lullaby to the farm baby in the cradle, she guided the nocturnal creek in the mountains, she covered the birds on the branches with a warm autumn quilt, and she summoned the wind.

Yang Hui almost fell asleep, it was very boring here after all.

"Someone is coming." The leader said to Yang Hui.
Chapter completed!