Although Lei Wujie heard Fang Muye's words, he did not understand the meaning. He only knew that someone broke into Xueyue City at night, and the direction he went to was exactly where his sister was retreating.

"Sister is in retreat and cannot be disturbed." Lei Wujie was shocked.

Fang Muye waved his hand: "Go ahead."

"Master, the disciple is gone." Lei Wujie suddenly raised his energy and jumped after him.

That night, there was a cold light on Cangshan Mountain from time to time, which lasted for a long time, but the silly disciple did not come back again.

The next day, the sun was shining brightly, and Fang Muye was sitting leisurely in the pavilion drinking tea, when suddenly an extra person appeared in the yard.

"Why did you let Wu Jie go up the mountain alone last night? As a master, don't you care about his safety at all?" Li Hanyi's voice was as cold as ice, and his eyes were even colder.

Faced with Li Hanyi's question, Fang Muye smiled slightly: "Although the uninvited guest last night was very powerful in martial arts, he is not an enemy and will not kill him. Besides, isn't there you, the sword fairy sister? There is no such opportunity.

, the silly boy doesn’t know when he will be able to draw his sword.”

Thinking of Lei Wujie's reason for drawing his sword, Li Hanyi frowned and said coldly: "Wujie is going to practice swordsmanship with me on the mountain these days. He is afraid that you will be worried and worried, so he begged me to tell you."

Fang Muye smiled lightly and said: "I know, thank you Miss Hanyi."

Li Hanyi snorted and flew away.

Fang Muye took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "There are hundreds of flowers in spring and a moon in autumn, and cool breezes in summer and snow in winter. If there is nothing to worry about, it is a good time in the world."

The look on his face was indescribably leisurely and at ease.

Time flies, half a month has passed quickly since Lei Wujie went up the mountain after saying goodbye.

The entire Xueyue City has entered the most beautiful season of the year. The flowers in Shangguan are in bloom, and the wind in Xiaguan is still strong. The fragrance of flowers permeates the entire city with the long wind.

It's night, and it coincides with Xueyue City's annual Hundred Flowers Festival.

In the Wuyu Pavilion of Xueyue City's No. 1 Music Hall, bright flowers are everywhere, elegant music is playing, the fragrance of flowers is overflowing, and children of aristocratic families, dancing girls and singers are passing through like a weave. It is truly an elegant and unique scene.

"Among the seniors who founded Xueyue City back then, there was a woman who liked to plant flowers. She once planted a unique white rose with purple lace on the edge, named Zi Mei Ji. The other seniors came here for Xueyue City.

The scene of the moon stayed, but she stayed for the fragrance that filled the city in April. This senior founded the Hundred Flowers Club back then. Since then, the Baihua Club in April has been the biggest event in Xueyue City every year.

.Brother Fang, what do you think of these flowers?"

On the top floor of Wuyu Pavilion, Sikong Changfeng took a sip of wine and narrowed his eyes with a smile as he looked at the grand scene downstairs. He was usually unrestrained and unrestrained, and it was rare for him to be so graceful.

when.

Fang Muye, who was sitting opposite him, nodded: "It is indeed rare to have beautiful scenery and pleasant things at a good time."

Three days ago, Sikong Changfeng visited Fang Muye and invited him to attend the Hundred Flowers Party.

Fang Muye was looking at the scene downstairs with a smile when a thin woman wearing a green shirt came into his sight.

There is a saying in an ancient poem: There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent. She looks at the beautiful city and then the beautiful country. She would rather not know about the beautiful city and the beautiful country. It is hard to find a beautiful woman again.

This woman is just like the one described in the poem.

I saw that her skin was as white as jade, as delicate as fat, her eyebrows were as thin as distant mountains, curved as the moon, her beautiful eyes were looking forward to her, and she had a charming smile, which was so beautiful that people were amazed.

Sikong Changfeng also saw this woman, and he smiled: "Brother Fang, she is the daughter of my old friend I mentioned."

Fang Muye nodded: "She is a peerless beauty." No wonder the stupid apprentice fell in love with her at first sight.

Their voices were very soft, but Ye Ruoyi downstairs raised her head, smiled at them, and gave a salute, clearly hearing the conversation here.

Sikong Changfeng looked at Fang Muye and moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he still didn't say it.

And Ye Ruoyi downstairs, with her peerless appearance, dazzled like a pearl in the crowd, and naturally attracted the attention of crazy bees and butterflies.

Duan Xuanyi, the conceited and elegant eldest son of Jiangnan Duan, picked up a glass of wine and walked over while waving his purple fan.

On the other side, Xiao Se and Tang Lian, who were concerned about Lei Wujie's life events, naturally refused to allow it when they saw this situation.

After a bleak "Senior Brother", Tang Lian flicked his fingertips, and the wine glass in Duan Xuanyi's hand suddenly exploded, and the wine scattered everywhere.

Duan Xuanyi frowned slightly, stretched out his hand, and the exploding glass of wine suddenly gathered together and danced over his palm like a water butterfly.

Fang Muye smiled softly: "Tang Lian underestimated the enemy."

"The green mountains are faintly covered by the water, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered after autumn. The secret of hiding water in the Duan family in the south of the Yangtze River is quite mysterious, and the skill of this section of Xuanyi is also not shallow." Sikong Changfeng raised his eyebrows and said curiously: "We

This eldest disciple of our family always looked bitter and resentful in the past. He went out for a trip a few months ago, and he seemed to be a bit more humane when he came back. But he didn't pay attention for a few days, and he learned to be friendly with others.

Are you jealous?"

The corners of Fang Muye's mouth couldn't help but curl up.

As for Duan Xuanyi, he glanced around and found Tang Lian and Xiao Se not far away who looked as if nothing had happened. After learning their identities from his younger brother Duan Xuanheng, he smiled coldly: "Senior brother Tang Lian over there, it is said that Tang

There is a hidden weapon in the door called ‘Tiannu Scattering Flowers’, I wonder if that’s the case?”

He suddenly threw the drink in his hand into the air and waved his purple fan with his right hand. The drink immediately turned into water droplets all over the sky, shining with cold light, and poured towards Tang Lian like a hidden weapon.

Tang Lian was about to take action when suddenly a loud shout came: "Don't hit my senior brother!"

But he saw a sword light, slightly cold, showing a red light, which rolled up the rain of flowers in the sky, flew straight down, and chopped off the wine droplets that shot towards Tang Lian.

Immediately afterwards, Lei Wujie, dressed in red, landed in the courtyard, stabbing forward with his sword. The cold sword energy forced the two brothers Duan Xuanyi and Duan Xuanheng back more than ten steps in a row.

At this time, the petals of all the flowers in the Baihua Festival in Wuyu Pavilion all separated from the branches and flew towards the sword. They were colorful, purple and red, overlapping and flying around the long sword. The flowers were swaying and extremely prosperous.

Sikong Changfeng slammed the wine glass on the table, pointed at Lei Wujie and said angrily: "What kind of sister there is, there is what kind of brother. As soon as he comes here, he will make me, Baihua, bald."

Brother Fang, you have to teach your apprentice well, but don’t let him learn his sister’s bad habits.”

Fang Muye took a sip of wine and said with a narrow smile: "Brother Changfeng, why don't you go talk to the siblings in person and ask them to change this bad habit, so that Xueyue City will not be left with only three unique skills in the future."

Sikong Changfeng's expression changed: "Then forget it."

He glanced downstairs and continued in a deep voice: "We are guests from afar. No matter who we are, we cannot die in Xueyue City."

But when he saw Lei Wujie pointing his sword at Duan Xuanyi, the sword energy was endless and the fragrance of flowers overflowed, but it was full of murderous intent.

Tang Lian hurriedly shouted: "Lei Wujie, stop!"

At this moment, Lei Wujie was surrounded by flowers and his sword energy was like a tide. At first glance, he looked like a celestial being, but he was complaining in his heart. He just used the genuine Yue Xi Hua Chen out of desperation, but he couldn't control it.

This powerful sword energy cannot be taken back.

"I can't control this sword energy anymore!"

Hearing Lei Wujie's cry, Tang Lian hurriedly summoned his true energy and took a step forward to help, but as soon as he reached out and touched the sword energy, the sword energy automatically counterattacked and pushed him back. Fortunately, the Duan family

The brothers were also repelled and freed from the shackles of the sword energy.

However, Lei Wujie still couldn't control the power of the sword in his hand, and was stuck there alone, unable to move.

Sikong Changfeng smiled and said calmly: "Brother Fang, if you don't take action, Lei Wujie's inner strength will be sucked dry."
Chapter completed!