There is a beautiful small lake not far from the courtyard where the head of the house lives, and the scenery is excellent. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe blue waves are rippling, a quiet and harmonious image.

The courtyard and the small lake are surrounded by forests, which is very quiet, and you can feel that this place is full of strong aura, and it is indeed a good place for cultivation.

The architectural style here is simple and generous, and the ordinary is faintly grandiose.

Walking through one corridor after another, Dongfang Ningwu stopped in front of a small courtyard overgrown with peach blossom trees, and bowed respectfully, "Disciple Xiaowu asks to see the master of the family." ”

The courtyard is really small, and there are only two or three small houses made of bamboo, and there is a tall and burly peach blossom tree growing in front of the bamboo house, and there is a stone table and three delicate stone benches under the tree.

There is no fence, and there are lush peach blossom trees growing around the bamboo house, forming a natural barrier to protect the bamboo house.

Tianxuan is like spring all year round, it is undefeated with peach blossoms all year round, and a piece of pink is dotted with a little green, which is very good-looking.

The pink peach blossoms are falling slowly, the falling flowers are colorful, and a beautiful pink carpet has been laid on the stone table and stone bench in the small courtyard.

It's as beautiful and tranquil as a paradise.

Dongfang Ning Wu maintained a posture of bowing and saluting, motionless,

In the small courtyard, a voice with some vicissitudes sounded, "It's Xiao Wu, don't be polite, come in." ”

Dongfang Ningwu stood up straight and walked slowly into the small courtyard, the falling flowers under her feet were very soft, and it was very comfortable to step on.

Dongfang Ning Wu walked to the stone table with layers of falling flowers, stood still, lowered her eyes, and pieces of peach blossoms fell from the trees to her hair and shoulders.

A dark figure suddenly appeared on the stone bench, and the falling flowers flew one after another, but it was someone who cleaned up the stone table and the fallen flowers on the stone bench.

The man was dressed in a dark robe, his long silver-white hair was tied behind him with a black headband, his gentle and handsome face, the corners of his lips that were slightly raised all the time, a pair of deep eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, and an unfathomable aura......

Dongfang Ningwu's attitude is more obedient.

The man is the contemporary head of Tianxuan, Rong Zhiling.

There is no sun and moon in cultivation, and there is no age in cultivation.

In the cultivation realm, perhaps the younger generation does not know much about what Tianxuan Rong Zhiling's name represents, but the older generation will never forget the high-spirited and arrogant Tianxuan young man Rong Zhiling.

Bloody alone gluttony, a fight to become famous.

Then, ten years after breaking into the Demon Realm alone, when everyone else thought he was dead, Rong Zhiling became the first person to cultivate the truth from the Demon Realm alive!

These two things alone are enough to shock the entire cultivation realm.

Not to mention his other deeds.

It's just that now he has faded away from frivolity and calmly become the contemporary head of Tianxuan.

Playing small, Dongfang Ningwu grew up listening to the story of this master master, and admired Rong Zhiling from the bottom of his heart, but I don't know when the master will advance and soar......

Rong Zhiling's wide robe casually brushed across the stone table, and said lightly: "Sit down,"

Why does the voice of the head of the master feel so old?

"Yes. ”

Dongfang Ning Wu sat down obediently, although she was puzzled by the change in Rong Zhiling's voice in her heart, but there were things that puzzled her even more, and the change in the head of the master was temporarily put aside.

"Uncle Shi's cultivation has been promoted again? Congratulations to Uncle Shi. ”

Rong Zhiling laughed softly, as warm as jade, his right middle finger was slightly bent, and a strong wind knocked on Dongfang Ningwu's smooth forehead in the air, "Are you here to pat Uncle Shi's ass?"