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"No, you can't go." An old man with gray hair said sharply, although the old man was full of white hair, his face was full of red light and his energy was full of energy, and he did not look like an old man at all.

"Why?" Liu Yunfei looked at his grandfather, who had always hurt him, and asked.

"If I say no, it's not good, the East Palace colluded with the Demon Domain and swallowed Juxing, and the marriage contract has long been gone."

"Do you also believe that Grandpa Han will collude with the Demon Domain?" Liu Yunfei would never believe that the East Palace would collude with the Demon Domain.

"I found something strange in Xiaoxitian, but I believe that the East Palace will be destroyed, it is a foregone conclusion."

"Then redress the grievances of the East Palace."

"Rehabilitation? It's easy to talk about, how can there be a chance to be rehabilitated under the attack of the three palaces, this cloud palace is no longer the cloud palace of the past. ”

"That'...... Is there really nothing to be done? ”

Silent......

People can be ruthless if they are not grass and trees, how can decades of love be broken because of a sentence of collusion with the Demon Domain.

"I can let you go to the mortal realm, but you must be accompanied by Liu Twelve."

"I can do it myself......"

"I'm not discussing with you, Liu Twelve must follow."

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Mortal realm.

Ningbo City.

Autumn is high and cool, and Huashan Mountain in the east of the city is full of wild chrysanthemums, which is a good season for flower appreciation.

Naturally, those who go to enjoy the flowers are the dignitaries and nobles of Ningbo City, and naturally the largest gentleman in Ningbo City, Chu Yunping, is indispensable.

"Miss Xiaoxiao, this chrysanthemum garden in Huashan is a beautiful scenery in the world, and the smell of this wild chrysanthemum can not only make people feel refreshed, but also make tea and drink it has a reminder and eye-catching effect."

Feng Xiaoxiao naturally didn't have the heart to listen to Chu Yunping's explanation, and looked at the two maids who covered her umbrella a little unhappy, "Young Master Chu, the autumn wind is gusting, the sun is warm, there is neither rain nor scorching sunshine, what kind of umbrella did you let me cover?" ”

"Miss Xiaoxiao doesn't know, just after this hot summer, they all say that the autumn tiger is powerful, and I think this sunshine is also very vicious."

Feng Xiaoxiao was speechless, not wanting to continue arguing with Chu Yunping and looked at Han Dasha, "Dasha, do you like this place or not." ”

Han Dasha smiled, because he was eating a chrysanthemum in his mouth, and nodded.

"This brother is also interesting and different, although chrysanthemums have many benefits, but it is the first time I have seen someone eat it."

"Brother Chu, this flower is delicious, do you want to taste it." Han Dasha really picked a wild chrysanthemum and handed it to Chu Wenping.

Chu Yunping hurriedly took a step back, how could there be a reason for a man to pick flowers and give them to a man, knowing that Han Dasha was not mentally complete was actually a good intention, but he really wanted to tell Han Dasha that this wild flower was still interesting to pick by himself.

Most of the people who come to Huashan to enjoy the flowers are couples, and many girls are holding bouquets of wild chrysanthemums picked by their sweethearts.

Seeing that Chu Yunping didn't like Han Dasha, he picked a bouquet and handed it to Feng Xiaoxiao, who happily took the bouquet of wild chrysanthemums. It is in the nature of women to love beauty and flowers, even if they are such a bold girl.

Seeing Feng Xiaoxiao's happy appearance, Chu Yunping regretted it, why didn't he take the lead, but let a fool take the lead.

"The autumn wind and swallows fall in the south, whose cooking smoke is sufficiency, and the dresser on the boat ...... the fisherman girl"

At this moment, a gentle song drifted from the smoke and clouds in the mountains.

The singing voice is tactful and melodious, with a slight Dongli charm, and Nangao charm, Dongli and Nangao are the two major styles of music in the mortal world, and it is rare to learn one of them, and someone can combine these two styles together.

Tourists who come to enjoy the flowers have stopped to look, there is a pavilion on the top of Huashan, and the song should come from there, but unfortunately the clouds and mist in the mountains make people unable to see the scene.

"Lao He, have you ever heard that there are famous monks on Mount Hua?" Chu Yunping asked Steward He, and even Chu Yunping, who was accustomed to hearing seven rhythms and five tones, felt that the singing and piano sounds seemed to be refreshing.

Steward He looked at the top of Mount Hua and said, "Young Master, this Mount Hua has many dangerous roads, and few people have stepped on them, so I haven't heard of any famous monks. ”

"Lao He, have you ever heard this song?" Chu Yunping asked again, although Lao He is only a housekeeper, but to be able to become the housekeeper of Xianjian Villa is naturally a rich man and a good person.

"And what's the matter with the sound of the piano and the singing?" Chu Yunping was puzzled.

"Just check it out." Feng Xiaoxiao said.

"That's exactly what I mean." Chu Yunping said.

Steward He's face tightened slightly: "Young master, you must not, there are many dangerous roads in Huashan, and there are no mountain roads to walk in the mountains, so it's better not to go, it's better to go home and discuss with the master, and it doesn't hurt to go back to Tianyunlin." ”

Feng Xiaoxiao has traveled in the mountains since childhood, and has a sense of yearning for the wild road strange forest, the so-called step sigh leisurely step by step, this wild walk has its own pleasure.

Therefore, the rare opportunity to climb the mountain will not be missed.

"Dasha, let's compete to see who climbs up the mountain first, okay?"

Of course, Han Dasha nodded happily, stupid people have their own stupid strength.

After the two agreed, they galloped towards Weishan, Chu Yunping naturally didn't want to be timid in front of the beauty, and he didn't want to be looked down upon, so he picked up his long coat and took a step towards Huashan.

Steward He shook his head helplessly, so he had to follow Chu Yunping closely, pitiful that he had to follow the young man crazy once after he was old.

On the top of the mountain, there is a pavilion, two strange-shaped pine trees, and the red flowers on three sides are fragrant in the wind.

There is a woman in purple in the pavilion, her face is covered with white veil, her hand is stroking the guqin, and her snow-white wrist is wearing a string of red Buddha beads, and she is faintly scarlet in the lazy autumn light.

There was a white-robed young man standing next to the stone pillar of the pavilion, his hands were clasped to his chest, his face was cold, his eyes were like torches, but he could see a goshawk among the mountains and clouds, and there was a silver spear on the stone pillar, and the head of the spear was wrapped in linen.

As a few people climbed up the mountain, there was just a gust of autumn wind blowing, which was pleasant, but no one cared about enjoying it, because a painting appeared out of thin air between the stone pillars of the pavilion.

Looking at the painting, Chu Yunping walked involuntarily, and then disappeared into the painting out of thin air without waiting for a few people to react.

Seeing this, Chu Yunping's four guards wanted to draw their swords, but the swords did not come out but also entered the painting.

Steward He realized that the situation was a little wrong, he still knew the strength of the four guards, they were all the dead soldiers personally selected by the owner of Chu Zhuang to protect Chu Yunping, and there was no need to say what his mood was.

"Who are you?" Steward He asked in a deep voice.

Feng Xiaoxiao also realized that something was wrong with the situation, and there must be something wrong with that painting.

The purple-clothed woman who was caressing the qin raised her head and glanced at Steward He, and then looked at Feng Xiaoxiao and Han Dasha, her eyes clear.

The painting is called "The Heart of the Painting", as long as the mind is not strong, the artistic conception shown in the painting can be attracted to become a painting slave, and the painter can control and call it.

Of course, Steward He has heard of it, although he has the name of a butler, but in fact he is the master of the Fairy Sword Villa who is responsible for protecting Chu Yunping, and the "Heart Map" is useless to Steward He, perhaps the woman in purple has long expected it.

"Steward He, didn't your master tell you what enemies he has?" The woman in purple spoke.

Steward He was silent, since it was the enemy who came to the door, it was naturally planned, the cultivation of the woman in purple should be on par with him, and what made him jealous was the white-robed young man who was leaning on the stone pillar.

"Miss Feng, the old man wants to ask you to go to the villa and tell the young master of the village that he is in trouble in Huashan." Steward He said to Feng Xiaoxiao.

Feng Xiaoxiao said: "How can this work, how can I leave you alone." ”

"Miss Feng, I beg you to be old, the owner of the village has only such a son in his old age, and you can't help if you stay."

"But ......"

With a bang, Steward He knelt in front of Feng Xiaoxiao.

Feng Xiaoxiao was startled and hurried to Fuga's housekeeper.

"Good...... I promise. Feng Xiaoxiao said in a deep voice.

"Do you think she'll be able to go?" The woman in purple said softly.

Steward He stood up, took out a short whistle, and blew it.

The goshawk in the clouds swooped down.

The woman in purple shook her head, and although she was covered with a white veil, she could still faintly see the disdain on her face.

"Miss Feng, you take Han Gongzi to sit on the goshawk and leave quickly, the old decay can last for a while."

But when the goshawk got closer, the white-robed young man leaning on the stone pillar suddenly moved, held the spear, stepped on the stone pillar, and flew towards the goshawk, and the linen cloth that wrapped the head of the spear was not untied.

Wow!

A tragic eagle cry resounded in the sky, and the white-robed young man stood alone on the cliff with a goshawk on his gun, and the autumn wind blew his white robe fluttering.

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