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For Dean Zhuang, who has lived for most of his life to receive such a disciple who is both loved and happy and has outstanding talent, as long as he does not directly ask for the dean's life, the dean will unconditionally obey any other requests made by Xue'er.

It's not that Princess Yan Ningxue of the Great Yan Empire is rude and willful, in fact, Xue'er has stayed in the White Mansion Gate since she was a child, and it can even be said that she was locked up in the palace, even if there were so many princesses, they have long been smoothed out by the long and boring years.

Princess Ning Xue, the youngest in the Dayan Empire, has never had any bad intentions, and she is kind-hearted and simple, full of curiosity and desire for this world.

In Bodhi City, when he saw the fainted mad old Taoist Yi Xingchuan, he would save people in danger, so how could he deliberately make things difficult for his teacher.

Only this time, the Dayan Empire suffered the most serious crisis, his father's serious injury was unknown, and his brother Yan Nanfei had to end his studies early and leave the academy to return to Dayan to assist his father in handling the affairs of the country...... Her country and her people ushered in the harshest winter, and the entire imperial capital was also frozen in heavy snow, and there was no sunny phenomenon.

Thinking that her father's brother and the people of Bailoumen were suffering from the worst snow disaster in the Great Yan Empire for decades, Xue'er, who had no worries about food and clothing in the academy, was a little upset in her heart.

And at this time, the dean couldn't wait to pass on her words, which caused Xue'er to be as difficult to serve as a little ancestor for several days.

Staying in this Bodhi Garden all day long, there is no one to relieve boredom and no one to talk to, and I am even more ignorant of what is happening in the outside world.

Xue'er has a lot of things in her heart that she wants to talk to someone, this person is not the maid Ling'er who grew up with her since she was a child, nor her teacher, Dean Zhuang, nor her teacher Dean Zhuang, let alone the crazy old Tao Yi Xingchuan, but the big brother Changfeng who met in the free world after she left the White Mansion Gate.

Under the instructions of the dean's teacher, the two girls wearing robes with oil umbrellas and cotton gloves went out of the Bodhi Garden, found the purple bamboo forest with their memories, and walked through the forest to the mountain stream outside the Forgetful River and in front of the Pinghu.

On the shore is a row of bamboos with two small chairs woven of bamboo and a bamboo pole for bracing.

The Dayan Empire is located in the east of the sky, with countless rivers and rivers in its territory, and the imperial capital is built facing the Bishui River, so the Dayan Empire, whether it is a subject or a member of the royal family, is no stranger to water.

One side of the water and soil to raise one side of the people, this may be a memory born with a difference in the bones.

So when they saw this small bamboo row, the two girls did not mean to return the same way in the face of danger. Although this small bamboo row is not comparable to the imperial giant ship on the Bishui River, the magnificent Bishui River is not comparable to this mountain stream and flat lake.

After carefully getting on the bamboo raft, with Ling'er's support, Xue'er sat on the small bamboo chair. Ling'er untied the bamboo rope, picked up the bamboo pole, and slowly sat down.

Although I am a little unfamiliar with this kind of thing, but fortunately, the direction of the water flow in this lake remains unchanged for eternity, from wide to narrow, and the water flow that shrinks like a fan converges towards the narrow entrance of the sky, so the two girls are just slightly holding some directions, and this small bamboo row is calmly drifted into the entrance of the first line of heaven by the current.

Behind the two steep sword-like strands of the Heavenly Canyon mountain stream, the cold wind swept up fiercely, rolling up the snowflakes and flying fiercely, making Xue'er and Ling'er, who had just entered the canyon and were shocked by the silver-white world in front of them for a moment, couldn't help but shiver.

Xue'er subconsciously leaned sideways and used a mink cloak to shield the cold wind and snow, Ling'er quickly reacted, hurriedly held up the painting umbrella prepared in advance, and said with a slight shrinkage: "Fortunately, we listened to the dean's advice and put on winter clothes, otherwise the wind and snow here will really freeze people to death." ”

"This is the place where Brother Changfeng cultivates and lives?" Xue'er obviously didn't notice Ling'er's words beside her, and her beautiful eyes were busy looking at the grass, trees, mountains and rocks in the Forgetful River.

The bamboo raft floated to the frozen lake and stopped, and Xue'er and Ling'er stood on top of the frozen lake with umbrellas. The transparent bottom of the lake reflected the delicate figures of the two people, and even the fish at the bottom of the lake were competing to gather below the surface of the lake, competing to attract the attention of the immortals.

However, at this moment, Xue'er was obviously not in the mood to pay attention to the fish in the lake at her feet, and she saw a small courtyard and several thatched huts not far from the shore.

She saw a figure sitting on the top of the cliff behind the hut, no matter how cold the wind and snow were, the figure was still as straight as a pine. Under the dim sky, under the goose feather and snowy sky, the figure seemed to merge with the mountain, and the mountain seemed to merge with the heaven and earth.

Cher's eyes were suddenly attracted by the back, and she couldn't extricate herself.

She vaguely saw the place where the figure was sitting, with a faint light flickering and flickering, and it looked like a lotus platform looming.

Xue'er didn't need to think about it to determine that figure was the big brother Changfeng she was looking for.

A figure walked out of the courtyard under the cliff.

Huang Fuyi was boiling hot water in the house, waiting for the master Wuxiang Daozong to freshen up and change clothes, and when he noticed that there was a guest visiting from the Forgetful River, he gently closed the door, walked out of the small courtyard, and saw two graceful shadows under the umbrella.

"Xue'er has seen Uncle Huangfu. ”

"Ling'er has also seen Uncle Huangfu. ”

In Zizhu Xuan, Xue'er and Ling'er have both seen this top of the Dixuan List, the little master and uncle in the academy.

For Huang Fuyi's impression, apart from indifference and seriousness, I really can't think of anything else. So in front of this little uncle, the two of them didn't dare to slack off on the etiquette.

Huang Fuyi looked at the two girls for a moment, and then said, "Master has been unwell recently, and he has just gotten up. If you want to see you, wait a few more days. ”

After speaking, Huang Fuyi wanted to turn around and leave.

Xue'er and Ling'er were a little anxious.

Suddenly, the impression of this little uncle's indifference deepened.

"Uncle Xiao stayed. Cher said anxiously.

"Didn't I say it clearly enough?" Huang Fuyi was stopped by an abrupt shout, and his mood didn't seem very good.

In fact, since the Wuxiang Dao Sect was seriously injured by Yao Shi Wuling, Huang Fuyi's mood has not been very good.

He couldn't remember who his parents were, and he couldn't remember if he had any brothers and sisters, he only knew that before his junior brother started, the master was his only closest relative in this world, teaching him Taoism and teaching him to be a man, and in his heart he has always been respected and honored by him as a father.

However, every day he saw that Master's injuries were getting worse day by day, his face was getting haggard, and his body was getting thinner and thinner, and he could only watch that he could not do anything.