Chapter 43 (II) The Lost Land, the Forgotten Sea, the Gap in Time, the Twilight Waves

Night

Seventy-two hanging peaks of the Tianshan Mountains, Yuelong Peak, Jiayin Cave Mansion.

Jiayin Cave Mansion is not much smaller than Jiazi Cave Mansion, and there is a beautiful scenery in it, outside the side compartment courtyard, the courtyard wall is crawling with creepers, the flower trellis falls down the continuous wisteria Luo, and several steps continue to follow an elegant lotus pond.

Liu Fengxue sat on the stairs, leaning on the arched courtyard gate, and looked at the lotus flowers waiting to bloom in the lotus pond, but his eyes were not focused.

Murong Shan came from behind, lowered his head and glanced at the heavy wind and snow, walked down the stairs, and sat down beside the flowing wind and snow: "The foreign affairs disciple of Qinglan Peak is repairing the Jiazi Cave Mansion. ”

The six senses of the immortal monk have been tempered and strengthened by the free spiritual power of heaven and earth, plus the seventy-two hanging peaks of the Tianshan Mountain at the foot of the Lieyang Mountain are above the clouds, and the moon has always been bright and clean, and the foreign affairs disciples of Qinglan Peak have cultivated most of them in the dust micro realm.

Liu Fengxue glanced at Murong Shan in a trance, and replied in a nasal voice.

"Something on your mind?" Murong Shan turned over and took out a small bamboo basket full of fruits and handed it over to Liufeng Xue: "I bought it on Baihua Peak, it is said to have the effect of calming the nerves and nourishing the brain, and recently the students of Lieyang Academy have been working hard to prepare for the half-year exam, and it is quite popular." ”

Liufengxue was stunned for a moment, and took one from the basket: "Strawberry, it grows so big......" Liufengxue picked off the fruit leaves, blew the mud, and took a small bite, sweet and sour, rich in water and (harmonious) juice.

"Well, what does the stall owner say...... Grafting strawberries is said to be a technique that Shaxi County learned from Cangyun. Murong Shan pinched a strawberry, stuffed it into her mouth and bit it, and threw out the fruit leaves, which fell to the lotus pond and landed on a lotus leaf.

The corners of Liufeng Xue's mouth hooked slightly, and a reluctant smile appeared: "That must have been made by Nianyuan, many new things in Cangyun County are always related to Nianyuan." ”

Murong Shan was born in the army, and eating strawberries is not like a flowing wind and snow to bite lightly, chew silently, and take a bite one by one: "Shi Nianyuan and Ruohu are already safe, why are you depressed?"

Flowing Wind Snow shook his head: "No."

There is a sullen mood, just thinking about something......" After a pause, Liufeng Xuexing's eyes blinked, and he turned his head to look at Murong Shan, who had a breezy and indifferent expression: "I didn't expect you to come, it will be you." ”

Murong Shan said with a smile: "He left an explanation that no one was allowed to disturb, and went to the cultivation room with her, it stands to reason that I am his fiancée, and you are his suitor, isn't this the time when the two of us should be jealous and sad......?"

Liu Fengxue was stunned and watched Murong Shan turn over his hand and take out a book, looking at the title of the book, it should be the romance book of the Imperial Jiangnan Province.

Murong Shan saw the flow of wind and snow, and turned over the book in his hand and said with a smile: "I have never experienced love or anything before, learn to learn." After a pause, Murong Shan flipped over his hand and took out another stack of books and continued: "I still have a lot of this, and I can't see it alone, do you want it?"

Liu Fengxue shook her head in amazement, thought for a while, and asked out loud, "Do you like Nianyuan?" I haven't seen what you think of him. ”

Murong Shan thought about it and said indifferently: "Don't hate it." He's my fiancé, I'm her fiancée, that's all. ”

When Liu Fengxue heard Murong Shan's words, she felt bored in her heart, she didn't communicate much with Murong Shan, so she turned her head and stopped talking.

Seeing this, Murong Shan didn't bother himself anymore, pushed the Lingguo bamboo basket in the direction of the flowing wind and snow, stood up and reminded: "Tomorrow is the half-year exam, and they are either reviewing the ministry course or meditating to adjust their mentality. Didn't you just say that you wanted to be quiet, so I didn't look for you? However, I don't think you're in the right state, whether it's a semi-annual test or emotionally, I don't want my opponent to be too depressed, that will be very unchallenging, even if you win, it's not interesting. ”

Liu Fengxue stood up in vain, turned to look at Murong Shan, who was leaving, and said in a coquettish voice: "Hey, what do you mean?"

Murong Shan paused, a smile appeared on his face that had not turned over, and then continued to walk forward.

......

The world is in tatters, and it is vaguely apparent that this is a verdant mountainside.

A bamboo pavilion is hollowed out on all sides, and the seven half-demon women have different hairstyles and hair colors, and they are dressed in different styles

The postures are different, but if you look closely, the faces of the seven half-demon women are exactly the same. Moreover, between different hair colors, there is a pair of snow-white pointed ears, each woman has a snow-white long tail behind her, some are obviously lively, walking around in the pavilion, and even stringing up and down, the pointed ears are constantly stirring, the long tail is constantly swaying, and some of the pointed ears are vigilantly erected, the long tail is drooping, and the temperament is obviously indifferent.

Outside the pavilion, the spatial cracks continued to manifest, and the seven half-demon women suddenly felt something almost at the same time, the space rippled, and another woman with silver hair like a waterfall and a plain skirt appeared in the pavilion.

Ruohu was not in a good state, his face was as pale as paper, and he fell to the ground the moment he appeared, and he glanced at the seven half-demon women with exactly the same faces, and did not speak.

"Ah...... Ruohu, how did you get it like this?"

"This spiritual pressure...... Is it the ancient spiritual power? Ruohu, is there something wrong with the Nine Sons Spring?"

"Ruohu, did you meet an old guy?"

"How can there be an old guy in this generation......

These four half-demon women tend to be lively and enthusiastic.

"Stupid. ”

"Not a living being. ”

"The Artifact of Creation. ”

These three half-demon women tend to be cold and cold.

Ruohu sighed lightly and said in a low voice, "He almost had an accident, it was the sword." ”

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