The stream trickled, Jiang Fengyang looked at the world like a peach blossom spring, and felt incredible.

This is not the same world as the Terran defense line at all, and I am secretly speculating about the difference between this Mount Emei and Mount Emei in the previous life, and why Emei is also named after the cave.

The Terran defense line is in dire straits, and this place is unsurprisingly harmonious.

There is a boat on the riverside, and there is no one to ferry the boat but on its own, Jiang Fengyang looks at the light and shadow on both sides of the river as a passerby.

There are young children playing, peach blossoms blooming, fishing boats singing at night, and deer drinking water......

The flow of light and shadow, Jiang Fengyang seems to look at the flow of light and shadow like this, looking at the various states of the world, and for a while he can't tell whether he fell into the painting or hallucinated.

I don't know when, there is a beautiful and peerless woman on the lonely boat, which is also a guzheng dingdong, but it is cold and arrogant and does not eat the fireworks of the world.

Jiang Fengyang frowned, this guzheng seems to be ethereal, but in fact, it has other meanings.

Just like the shrouded birds and sparrows, no matter how beautiful they are, what it envies is the world after all, with blue sky and white clouds, spreading its wings and flying high.

"It's good to listen to, but it's missing a human touch. Jiang Fengyang smashed his mouth, as if chewing an old duck after boiling soup.

The food is tasteless, it is a pity to abandon it, and it is boring.

The woman was stunned.

Miaoyi heard that the son was happy, and she was not afraid of dirty her ears at the moment, so she made an ugly song. The woman spoke, and her voice was ethereal.

The sound of the piano is tactful, and after a hundred turns and a thousand times, there is a terrifying sudden sudden brake, and the killing thought is suddenly born.

The tranquility of the guzheng changed in an instant, the peach blossoms on both sides of the river withered, and the flowers flying in the sky jumped from the branches into the water, gathering thousands of phantoms, like a killer who fell into the water, carrying thousands of water droplets to kill the boat.

And the endless sunflowers on both sides of the strait are actually "competing for beauty"!

Yes, there is only one kind of sunflower but Jiang Fengyang gives birth to a vigorous scene of a hundred flowers fighting, on one side the peach blossoms are withering, on the other hand the sunflowers are growing sharply, there is a spectacular scene of 'waiting until autumn comes September 8, and I will kill a hundred flowers when the flowers bloom'. ァ新ヤ~(8)~1~Chinese網ωωω.. còм < launch, domain name, remember

Jiang Fengyang smiled.

"Why is Childe laughing?" The woman covered her face with a mask, and the green jade pointed, like a hundred phoenixes contending on the fine plane tree, and flowers and birds spread all over the Emei Mountain Cave.

It is a psychic scene, although the sound of the qin is a killing qi Jin Ge Iron Horse, it has attracted countless birds and birds in the Emei Cave.

At this moment, countless monks stopped to watch, this is like a miracle-like picture, the zither on the stream, a hundred birds towards the phoenix, flowers and birds send each other, the son stands in front of the boat, and the woman strokes the kite behind the boat.

What a fairy couple, with eyebrows raised in the painting.

Jiang Fengyang said quietly:

Emei Mountain in the painting Emei,

Flying with wings,

It's a pity that he is not the person in the volume,

A song of red dust mistaken guzheng.

Jiang Fengyang sighed lightly at the corner of his mouth, and suddenly thousands of winds and snows froze the "beautiful" sunflowers into ice sculptures, and the peach blossom killer swept in the water also froze the void, and the water sword was only three inches away from Jiang Fengyang.

The woman snorted, a trace of blood spilled from her green jade fingers, and the silk strings of the guzheng were broken in two, and a trace of horror welled up in her eyes hidden under the mask.

"Congratulations to the Holy Lord. The woman stared at Jiang Fengyang with a guzheng, and the wind and snow blew her clothes, as if she was about to freeze her into an ice sculpture.

But she was still staring at Jiang Fengyang, as stubborn as a little girl.

Jiang Fengyang sighed again and disappeared.

"Emei is not an immortal court outside the Saiwai, if you want to break through the realm, you still need to be in the red dust......" Jiang Fengyang's voice floated, and only Miaoyi heard it.

In the Emei Cave, there is no breath of Jin Yao, which means that it is not any existence in the Emei Cave that takes away Jin Yao.

So Jiang Fengyang didn't want to embarrass that woman.

Flying Immortal Pavilion.

Jiang Fengyang suddenly appeared in the house, the mountain was cold, and the tea was full of mist.

"Change the wine. Jiang Fengyang stared at the tea for a while, and suddenly spoke, "Can you play a song for me?" ”

Luo Nishang quietly took out the zither.

Ding Dong music jumped out of the house, wandering on this Kunlun Mountain, ethereal.

Feixian Pavilion has someone to serve on the side, warm wine is served, and Jiang Fengyang drinks it all.

"Good wine. ”

Changing to a more lazy posture, Jiang Fengyang supported his head on his elbows, watching Luo Nisheng, who was like a fairy in the painting, playing Ding Dong.

His eyes gradually became confused, as if the person in front of him had become the person he thought about day and night, Jiang Fengyang's fingers were subconsciously tapping the beat on his legs.

Quiet, harmonious, it seems that this is the case with eyebrows, respect each other.

It's no wonder that those literati in the previous life always said that what had to be compared to what was to be said was to die, and they were willing to be mandarin ducks and not envy immortals.

In the sky of Emei Mountain, someone came with a sword, and the man looked at Miaoyi, who stood on the boat in a daze and was silent for a long time.

"Cave Master. The man bowed, but there was a hint of hidden admiration in his eyes.

"You say, is this Emei Cave really like a picture scroll?" Miaoyi looked at the man.

"Thirty-six caves, Emei Mountain Cave is ranked seventh, there is poetry in the landscape, there is a spirit between all things, and it is poetic and picturesque. The man was stunned for a moment, and then spoke indifferently, with a hint of imperceptible pride in his eyes. The fastest network update Mobile::/m.. com/

"That's fine. Miaoyi waved her hand, and the boat swirled and floated above the stream, and Miaoyi left, leaving the man with a puzzled face.

"You and I are both people in the painting, so we can't find out the truth. Miaoyi's voice exploded in the man's ears like thunder.

It was also at this moment that the sky in Emei Cave was clear, there were dark clouds pressing the city, and thousands of thunders were raging, and in a blink of an eye, those "beautiful" sunflowers were burned clean.

Countless monks were stunned, knowing that the sunflower garden was the beloved thing of the cave master, and if anyone offended, they would definitely be punished for a few days.

How could it be burned clean by a heavenly fire today, but although those disciples were surprised, they didn't dare to ask, thinking that the cave master's preferences had changed.

The Shengtian Jiao Festival is a grand event once in a century in Kunlun Ruins, inviting the top powerhouses of the human defense line and some families who have made significant "contributions" to Kunlun Ruins.

Since they are all gathered by a group of high-level officials, they naturally want to bother each other, get closer to each other, and protect each other to make a hypocritical performance.

Jiang Fengyang was disdainful, and a few days before the start of the Shengtian Jiao, he drank in the house all day long and listened to Luo Nishang play the piano.

Of course, the guys who wanted to climb the high branches all touched their noses, and gradually a "gossip" flowed out in the circles of the other eight cities.

It is said that the Purple Void Holy Lord is arrogant, does not look at Kunlun Ruin, and does not share the same enemy with the other eight cities.

Jiang Fengyang was disdainful and didn't bother to pay attention to it.

Some people with ulterior motives seem to have no choice but to stop because their little Jiujiu didn't get a corresponding response, pretending not to know about the existence of the Ninth City.

The long-awaited Shengtian Jiao Festival has finally begun.

On this day, twelve kimbals stood on top of the gimbal, and the clouds above were in the fog, like a fairyland on earth.

The eight city lords of the world and the representatives sent by themselves were already seated on it, and the three saints of Kunlun were also sitting in the clouds, but they didn't see the purple clothes of the ninth city sitting down.

Under the twelve cloud platforms, there are thirty-six lotus platforms of the Heavenly Cave Lord, the phantoms sitting cross-legged one by one, and the cultivation that blooms on their bodies is really full of earth honor.

And then there are the disciples of the thirty-six caves, each of them is lined up, and the crowds are not lively, and those disciples on the top of the mountain are all from the sword, and those who are not the sword are also jumping between the mountains and fields, and the energy between the muscles and bones is obviously a seedling with an extremely solid foundation.

When everyone sat down peacefully, Jiang Fengyang took Luo Nishang and the others to step up.

For a while, the purple clothes and the red clothes complemented each other, just like the fairy couple in the painting, envious of others.

", what a big gut, dare to be the last to come, do you really think you are the finale?"

"Be quiet, the Holy Lord of the Ninth City is not a good person, he will kill people if he doesn't agree, I heard that at this time, there are more than ten senior brothers at the foot of the mountain who have thought about it, I am afraid that it is a hundred years of Shengtian Dajiao......"

"It's so pitiful, but this woman is so beautiful. ”

"I will one day stand on that cloud platform, smile proudly, and watch the clouds roll ......"

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