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The snow fell tightly today, and the snowflakes were like flawless plum blossoms, falling from the sky. The earth was covered with silver and was very beautiful.

The plum blossoms in Emei Garden are in bloom, but they have to light scarlet pens and ink on the snow to draw beautiful colors.

The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, and the fragrance is graceful and melted into the fragrance of wine, which makes people even more intoxicated.

Zhao Emei is in the pavilion, with a guzheng in front of her, lightly gathering and slowly twisting it. Before the tune is formed, there is emotion, like a gurgling water, like a sweet spring, which can penetrate the heart and lungs.

Her attainments in musical instruments have reached its peak.

Today, she is still covered with a gauze, a long skirt swaying, and a white cloak that stretches to the ground, looking elegant and luxurious, pure and filthless, as if she does not belong to the world, but a fairy above the nine heavens.

Before the stone platform, there was a good charcoal fire burning, and a small red mud stove was warming the wine. The clear aroma of the wine evaporated with the heat, and the fragrance overflowed the garden.

Suddenly, "whimpering" sounded, and in the southeast of the garden, someone stroked the flute. Their statement was pure and straight as the sound of nature, with a change of tone, and it happened to be harmonious with Zhao Emei's piano sound, and cooperated to achieve harmony between the piano and the zither, like mountains and flowing water.

Zhao Emei's eyebrows frowned slightly, and pressed her hands and interrupted her playing directly. She seemed to dislike the uninvited person from the flute blower, neutralizing his piano sound.

laugh!

The natal flying sword "Danqinggui" left the body and showed off, drawing a dazzling light, slashing straight to the southeast.

He heard a long laugh, and someone laughed and said, "Emei is so stingy, why bother playing a song together?" As he said that, he gently waved the flute in his hand. Seeing that the flying sword was coming in a hurry, he took out his left hand and controlled a large wolf brush and gently turned it to the flying sword.

Buzz!

A rather small sound, the Danqing immediately turned around and flew back to the master and circled, but did not attack again.

On the roof in the southeast was a young man wearing a thin blue shirt. He looked at the wind and snow all over the sky and didn't feel cold at all. He wore a scribe scarf on his head, which looked ordinary.

His appearance is also very ordinary. If he walks on the street, he may be regarded as a down-and-out scholar. But his face always has a free and easy smile, as if he sees through the mystery of this world and always has the meaning of being confident.

This is a kind of self-confidence that has long surpassed the level of arrogance!

In front of this young man, there seems to be no problem in the world that can be difficult for him, no peak that he cannot overcome, and no one he cannot deal with.

"The Proud Son of Heaven". This word seems to be tailor-made for him.

"Emei, I am so disappointed with such a hospitality method."

Zhao Emei said calmly: "Huang Mengbi. I don't like you."

The girl's words were straightforward and straightforward, without any room for tact. They were so stiff that they were unkind.

Huang Mengbi smiled indifferently: "Emei, why do you have to keep people from thousands of miles away? I, Yuhuadao and Emei, belong to the same Taoist orthodox family, are a family. You and I are all walking for the world, and we should interact with each other and be closer to each other..."

Buzz!

But when he saw the flying sword eager to try and launch an attack, he couldn't help but slam his mouth and stopped him. He really didn't want to fight with Zhao Emei, it was not because he was afraid, but because it was unnecessary.

Huang Mengbi is the "big brother" admired by all disciples of Yuhuadao. This son is proud of his talent and has great luck. He once had a dream when he was three years old and dreamed of an immortal teaching magic pen, and he suddenly became enlightened since then.

This pen has a name, called "Heaven and Earth Sentient beings' Pen", which is a treasure of pure yang. The treasure recognizes its master, and only the Huang Meng pen can use it, so his name comes from it.

The luck is irresistible. Huang Mengbi's cultivation level is a thousand miles a day, and he becomes a scattered immortal at the age of ten. It is terrifying, but because of his qualifications, he has never been named a god.

This is also the thirty-three-day rule. Even if you have strong strength, you cannot be a god without relevant merits or qualifications. You must step into the world and experience it before you can get the qualification to take the position of gods.

Despite this, as one of the most up-and-coming talents in the sect, their status is very high, transcending to many small gods. Moreover, they often hold talismans in their hands, and can order local small gods to serve their lives, which is very powerful.

Now, Huang Mengbi, Zhao Emei, and Shushan Yan Feixia are all responsible for the world of our sect and go out to experience it.

A few days ago, Yuhuadao captured Qingniu, trying to force him to tell him the whereabouts of the Xuanhuang Stone Seal of Heaven and Earth. Unexpectedly, the news leaked, and the Shushan Mountain in Emei sent people to get a share of the pie.

However, after some negotiation, the three factions reached a consensus and settled down. As for the regulations, it was a secret and not worthy of being told by outsiders.

The three factions have determined that the treasure seal must still remain somewhere in the thirty-three days, and can only be found if the Qingniu speaks it out; there is not much attention to the world of the world.

Originally, how could such treasures as the mysterious yellow stone seal of heaven and earth be crippled into the world?

As representatives of the sect, Zhao Emei, Huang Mengbi and Yan Feixia came to the world to walk. On the one hand, in order to train their state of mind, they also shoulder the responsibility of killing the remnants of the previous dynasty. There is a vague meaning of competition between each other, and it depends on who can kill the remnants.

"Zhao Emei, I'm going!"

Seeing the girl ignore her, Huang Mengbi felt a little bored. She greeted her and flew away. She wondered if Yan Feixia had also arrived in Jizhou...

Behind him, the sound of guzheng ding dong dong sounded again, as if blending with the wind and snow, becoming the sound of nature.

Huang Mengbi listened, shook her head and looked very intoxicated.

Clam!

Zhao Emei seemed to know that he was staying outside and eavesdropping. She suddenly touched her fingers, and the guzheng made a high-profile long sound, like a silver bottle bursting, and a war started...

"oops!"

Huang Mengbi's ears were shocked and she ran away quickly. While walking, she took off her ears and murmured: "Zhao Emei is in Jizhou. It seems that our family needs to change places. But where should we go? Rongzhou? Xiazhou... Forget it, I won't go to Jiangnan, so I'll go to Yangzhou. Fireworks are in Yangzhou in March, tsk, good."

His ear was attacked, he was a little absent-minded, his eyes were looking around, and suddenly he stopped. When he saw a scholar stepping towards the city gate.

This scholar has a medium figure, beautiful eyebrows and simple clothes, not surprisingly. But somehow, Huang Mengbi always feels something different. When his heart moves, he immediately opens his spiritual eyes and looks at it intently-

The spiritual light on the top and the blood and energy are like a basin, which is enough to show that this child is strong and is definitely not the kind of weak scholar who can enter the bridal chamber and cannot go to bed.

But beyond that, nothing is left.

"Strange, are you too worried?"

Huang Mengbi touched her chin, and her spiritual eyes looked more realistically. When she saw her, she saw a trace of rays of light and literary spirit standing in it.

At this time, the other party seemed to have some awareness and couldn't help but look up, but he couldn't find the target at all.

——When the warlock starts his spiritual eyes and looks at others' spiritual light, if someone has a more sensitive aura such as literary energy, official energy, or even blood energy that is strong to a certain extent, it will have a certain backlash effect, and you will feel that someone is peeking at him in the dark, and thus have some doubts.

"It turns out to be a hint of literary spirit... Haha, it's just a talented man, no wonder."

Huang Mengbi laughed at her, took a big step, headed towards the city gate, and wanted to go to Yangzhou Xiaoyao.

After walking through two streets, the scholar then breathed a sigh of relief, feeling lingering fear: It was so dangerous, was the other party a god who came to the real body? It was also for the mysterious yellow stone seal of heaven and earth?

Damn it, it's over...

...

"Get out, aunt is here, you gangsters dare to talk nonsense!"

During the meal alone, a delicate shout came. Miss Jiang was majestic and rolled up her sleeves.

Don’t underestimate these pairs of pink fists that are bullying frost and snow, otherwise you won’t know how to die? Just look at the two seemingly strong gangsters. They all have bruises and mouths, and are beaten like pig’s heads. Even their mothers can’t recognize them:

"You little girl, you are so stingy. Grandpa doesn't care about you...Oh!"

He was hit on the butt, and immediately took a "flat sand and geese", and slid forward five or six feet away. His nose hit the hard ground, and blood flowed.

"Go quickly and go quickly..."

Another gangster knew that he was powerful and did not dare to speak harshly anymore. He followed up and helped him leave with his companions. While they were wandering around Nandu Lane, they saw only three girls who were as beautiful as flowers in Duzhu Zhai. They immediately had a bad idea and wanted to get started and tease them and take advantage of them.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Jing'er dressed like a lady from a family, but when she started, she was a martial arts master. She didn't need to use a gun at all. She beat them up with three punches and two kicks and urinated.

Ye Jun has not returned for a long time, and Miss Jiang is holding her stomach up. These two people are not eye-catching and have a lot of mouth. They are really trying to fight. They punch and kick, and they have used real skills.

In fact, a few times ago, several unrighteous men came to the vegetarian restaurant, trying to do something dirty, but Jiang Jing'er cleaned it up without hesitation. Over time, few people dared to provoke them again, and it became much quieter.

She was clapping her hands, and she looked up and suddenly saw someone coming back with a bag, and she couldn't help but feel a little confused-

The snow was heavy, and the snow was covered in the backyard. When cleaning, Ye Junmei had a naughty attitude and just piled up snowmen. There were two piles of snowmen. He used branches as eyebrows, stones as eyes, and his nose and mouth were all available. He also made some rags, such as scarves, clothes, and hats, and dressed up, and looked like a chubby person.

These two are one of them, and the other is one of them, of course they are brothers.

Ye Junmei looked at his work with satisfaction, and a quiet smile appeared slightly bent at the corner of her mouth: Hey, after this year, my brother is one year older and will definitely have a beard. I have to add a beard to him...

Rusi thought, and held a bunch of mane cut from the ox's tail in his hand and wanted to stick it to a snowman.

The maid Age suddenly ran in excitedly and shouted: "Junmei, your brother is back."

Ye Junmei was stunned, threw the cow's hair to the ground, and flew out. {Piaotian Wenxue Thanks to all book friends for their support, your support is our greatest motivation}
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