All I could see was the scattered snow on the mountains, and the icy moon covering her clothes. The lake was surrounded by clear frost, and it was as if the water was like a flower. The light from the jade plate fell on Qingqing's somewhat embarrassed long skirt, and only then did Qingqing feel wisps of coldness surrounding her body.

An Yu and Ling Feng also supported each other to the top of the mountain. Seeing this stunning scenery of ice and snow, they couldn't help but stand quietly on the dangerous rocks, taking in the pure air and moonlight with big mouthfuls.

Breathe it into your mouth.

The three of them walked towards the lighted gathering place by the pool. People from all different sects had gathered on the street, just waiting for the "Bayin Club" to show off their skills tomorrow. The four of them found some wine and fat and sat together, looking at each other.

He smiled and raised his glass at the same time.

Along the way, Qingqing smelled the aroma of wine in the streets and alleys. She really missed the night on Lirong Mountain when she was so drunk that "the black egrets flew blindly and the wooden foxes had no place to hide". At this moment, he saw everyone raising their hands together.

When the small wine glass came, I quietly forgot about the guilt in my heart and drank the hot liquor in one gulp.

But it was Mo Lingfeng who wanted to say: "Lin'er, when did Lirong Mountain allow its disciples to drink alcohol?"

Yue Chuan rolled his eyes at him and said, "It's just a layman who will spoil the fun. Come on, I'll toast you all!"

Seeing General Kong raising his glass, An Yu couldn't help but raise his glass too. Ling Feng saw that he was left behind alone, and was very unconvinced. He hurriedly rushed to get a few more drinks before his niece. The strong wine was intoxicating, thinking about tomorrow.

At the grand gathering, Xiaozhan stopped talking after only a few rounds.

Ling Feng shook the wine in the cup, and the curved moon happened to be reflected in the small cup.

Qingqing imitated his example and filled out a cup, playing with the lovely black rabbit. After a long while, Qingqing asked Lingfeng: "Master, what are you thinking about?"

Ling Feng looked at the mouth of the cup and said, "I miss you, Master."

After a while, Ling Feng asked: "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm also thinking about Master."

If you don’t see the history of Taiping, you won’t leave the dust of water and fire.

The Lantern Festival is approaching, the bamboo shadows are broken and slanting, and the ancient trees of Lirong Mountain are sprouting new buds. Two young men in green robes, who are no taller than weak crowns, flash under the shadow of the forest, holding twin swords, startling the hurried chirping of birds in the early morning.

Standing opposite the teenagers were two older men in black robes. The shadows of their long hoods covered their faces, but they still couldn't resist the murderous aura, and their eyes were looming under the robes. The two teenagers were panting, and their eyes were big.

Drops of sweat fell on the old green robe; when he raised his head, sweat stained his two stubborn faces with clenched teeth.

The young man holding the string sword had already softened the tip of the sword, but his cold eyes beyond his age made one of the black-robed men stop his hand. The junior brother behind him was lying on the ground, and the black and white chess pieces were scattered on the ground, but he was stunned. He held it in his hand along with the blood and soil.

"My junior sister is still at the bottom of the mountain, no one can stop me!"

The black-robed guest Xu Xu saw the young man who had exhausted his strength miraculously shaking the sword again, then gently lowered his Yin Yang sword and said: "Master Linghu is silent, it is no longer the time for Young Master Qin to come down the mountain. "

The young man was silent and looked around. The blue fireworks were shaking the rocks and vegetation here in the distance. Before a mouthful of black blood could gush out, the green-robed young man finally roared: "What are you two doing here, where is Mr. Mo?" "

When the man in black robe holding the Yin Yang Sword heard this, he flipped up the sword, and the tip of the sword suddenly pressed against the young man's throat, knocking him firmly against the big rock behind him. Unexpectedly, although blood gushed from the young man's mouth, the bone-chilling coldness of his eyes His gaze was still directed towards him: "As the new head of the Linghu clan of Lirong Mountain, I order Mo Lingfeng to come and see me!"

"Hahahaha!" The black-robed guest looked up to the sky and laughed, "'Mi Yu's three-day guest' only obeys the orders of the head of West Lake Wen, and does not listen to the wishes of the head of Linghu!" Before the laughter could stop, the tip of the sword suddenly turned around. Instead of turning around, he stabbed behind him with his hands behind his back.

Another young man who was crawling on the ground had already stood up quietly, dragging his bleeding thigh, and quietly approached the visitor step by step. A row of black and white shadows flew past neatly, and the visitor did not even look back. With a move of "Blind Chess", he suddenly understood. It broke his "crows flying across the sky" formation and pointed directly at the young man's chest, which was stained with blood.

"chess!"

The boy with the string sword somehow suddenly gained strength and sprang out from beside the black-robed guest like lightning. The string sword was raised and firmly blocked in front of his junior brother. The tip of the Yin Yang Sword was slightly away from the edge of the string sword. He handed it out with a few "sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!"

As the young man said "Wow", he vomited out blood and gushed out, and the junior brother behind him who was playing chess suddenly got up. He stood up and saw big red flowers of blood blooming in the chest of the senior brother.

The guest wiped the blade of the sword with the hem of his clothes expressionlessly: "The master's 'high mountain and flowing water', I have learned from you."

Qingqing hid behind the bamboo forest, covered her mouth, and stared into the distance without daring to blink. The edge of the Yin Yang sword was already flashing with the faint light of "Biting Poison". Her body was obviously shaking, but her legs didn't move at all. Can't move.

The man in black robe didn't seem to have any intention of sheathing his sword, but his wrist was suddenly grabbed by another companion who was watching. Seeing the two figures stepping out of the banyan forest and walking into the bamboo shadows, Qingqing's chest was bullied with all his strength. A burst of heartbreaking pain left her breathless.

"Master!"

I opened my eyes in an instant, and saw gusts of cold wind and winter-like sunshine that made my eyeballs hurt.

An Yu had a dark face and suddenly grinned, appearing on the blue-white sky background. Qing Qing was so scared that she was half out of her body and pulled back: "Has it started yet?"
Chapter completed!