The dawn was far away, so that people could not see hope, the rain flowed down between the red tiles under the eaves, the night was thick, and the general's mansion seemed to be quiet and very clean except for the heavy rain.

Lin Zhixuan covered the quilt and chatted with Ye Wanshuang next to her, the whole person giggled with a smile, and suddenly felt that there was an extra figure on the floor, looked up and saw Shang Fei's face full of moisture, and looked at Ye Wanshuang and Lin Zhixuan in front of her with a little surprise, and said with a shallow smile, you two are?

Lin Zhixuan saw Shang Fei coming back safely, and was surprised to get out of the bed, stepped on the carpet and ran to Shang Fei's side and threw herself into his arms and said coquettishly, Xianggong, you are back, woo, people have been waiting for you all night, but they are worried about you.

Shang Fei smiled and hugged her tightly and said, It's okay, it's okay, you wait at home, I dare not come back, but you see that you are wearing such a thin and running out, it is still raining outside, be careful of catching a cold, and as he spoke, he picked up Lin Zhixuan and walked to the bed, and gently put her into the quilt.

Lin Zhixuan got into the quilt, blinked a pair of smart big eyes, and looked at Shang Fei with a wink.

Shang Fei's eyes stayed on Ye Wanshuang, seeing her smiling, she was full of questions and said, Shuang'er, why do you two *≠ say tonight. Slept together?

Ye Wanshuang looked at him, smiled euphemistically, and said softly, Sister Xuan and I will unite in the future.

Shang Fei smiled happily when he heard this, bit the corner of his lip and said, Okay, this is great, and said with a little embarrassment, Then I will go to sleep in another room, you two chatted, and turned around as he spoke, looking very happy. Lin Zhixuan saw that Shang Fei was leaving, and hurriedly said, Xianggong, wait a minute.

Shang Fei looked back curiously and saw that Lin Zhixuan was delicate, and she looked cute, and continued, Sister Shuang said, our sisters can't be snubbed if they are reconciled, come here.

Shang Fei walked over a little funny, sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Ye Wanshuang and smiled, I am not the kind of person who is sticky and shy, the lady thinks about it a lot.

Ye Wanshuang looked at him with pursed lips. Stretching out her white jade hand, she untied his clothes one by one. smiled softly, look at what you said, what is sticky and sticky, we are the husband and wife that Ming Media is marrying. What's more, husband, you are not a god. Come here.

Shang Fei bowed his head and smiled. Look at Lin Zhixuan's suspicious voice, really? Lady, it's really not easy to marry the two of you all these years. I am worried all day long, no one dares to offend, now that I have reconciled, then the Xianggong is not polite, saying that he hugged Ye Wanshuang tightly and did not let go, his eyes looked at the wife in his arms, although his face was cold, but the cold place was a little shy, and he felt that people were better than Hua Jiao, and he leaned over and kissed her cheek gently.

When Ye Wanshuang was suddenly hugged by him, her face was already showing a few shyness, and then her cheeks were kissed, and she vaguely saw Lin Zhixuan shyly hiding in the quilt and poking her head out, and felt that her body was cold, her thin clothes were taken off, and she pulled up the quilt to cover it lightly, vaguely revealing her round snow shoulders, but then the snow shoulders and delicate neck were full of a little rapid and hot kisses, and she felt even more embarrassed and shy, panting and complaining, husband, you are a person,...... I want to say that my lips have been kissed, and my heart is full of sweetness in the whispers.

The dawn is a little far away, in the Flying Snow Villa, Dugu Taizhen stood under the eaves, looking at the snow country, the heavy snow fell quietly, and the courtyard was covered with a thick layer of snow, white and boundless, he didn't know what he thought of in his heart, and sighed in a deep voice, he was no longer young, the old man was no longer young.

The two masked men behind Dugu Taizhen were surprised when they heard this, and they had the impression that Dugu Taizhen was so heroic, and he usually said such words, and they all comforted, the hall master, don't think too much, the heavenly scripture is about to succeed, and it will not be far from the hall master to break the secret of life and death.

Dugu Taizhen turned around, he was dressed simply, very light, wearing a gray linen dress on his body, faintly a little lonely, and sighed, but, even if he can break life and death, what is the meaning? If it can't be broken, with the old man's age, he can live for a few years, alas, when you remember the old man's fate, the karma has been broken.

The man in black behind him took a step forward, his eyes revealed a bit of blood, and his voice said excitedly, the hall master leads the holy church, it is getting stronger and stronger, there are 100,000 disciples under his hands, if it is just for a friend who meets in Pingshui, this kind of thought is inevitably an irreparable loss to the foundation of the holy church, so please be cautious.

Dugu Taizhen listened to all his words, shook his head and smiled, you said wrong, friends are friends, then Guan Pingshui meets four words.

The man in black was about to say again, but Dugu Taizhen waved his hand and said, Okay, the old man is tired, don't talk about this matter anymore, the old man will be responsible for the temple.

The man in black looked at Dugu and had to retreat helplessly, seeing that his white hair was full of vicissitudes, and his eyes were cloudy looking at the vast snow.

Bell, bell, there was a burst of bells from the tall buildings in the distance, the bell rang suddenly, the listeners were awake in their hearts, but there was a little bit of indescribable ominous contained in it, only to listen to the bell for several miles, the ring was quite rapid, Dugu Taizhen raised his head, looked at the endless mountains to the east and sighed, the sky was about to dawn.

Sir, sir, a cry came out of the door, a person stumbled out of the corner, it was the man who drove the carriage, but saw him burst into tears, trembling and pointed to the distant hall, just got the news, my young master failed to save and will die soon, before he died, he wanted to see Mr.

Dugu Taizhen heard this, he really couldn't accept it, and the whole person was stunned in an instant, and he was much older in a short time, at this time, he was no longer the hero who dominated the seven families, he was just an old man who had lost his friends, and a person in the ice and snow seemed to be like an ice sculpture, standing in a daze, until the man who was driving the car, crying and crawling to his side and pulling his clothes, sir, you hurry up, the master will not be able to hold it when it is late.

Dugu Taizhen faced the east, where the night sky was faintly emitting fiery red, he was stunned for a moment and turned around, and hurriedly walked towards the main hall.

Candles surrounded the entire hall, Sanqing looked at the people below with a kind face, and the incense was rising. Yu Tuo's figure also looked a little blurry, there was no blood on his face, it was obvious that the oil was running out, and he sat on the futon lifelessly and smiled weakly, Master, I am terminally ill, I can't save my life this time, it's purely a few days, you don't blame yourself too much.

Qinghe Dao people walked around the forging side, sighing with a sad face. I only complain that the poor Taoist craftsmanship is not perfect. No match for the root of the disease, alas.

Yu Forging took out the handkerchief in his sleeve, wiped the blood on his lips, and pursed his lips with a smile. People in my family. He has been practicing medicine for many years. I also know that there will always be some incurable diseases in this world, but unfortunately, the heart of the doctor's parents. When I died, I could no longer heal anyone.

Qinghe Daoren closed his eyes, sat cross-legged and said, the poor road can't save the donor, it's really a pity in his life.

Yu Forging shook his head, looked at the east outside the window rather melancholy, and asked, Master, do you see that the sky is about to dawn?

Qinghe Dao people followed his gaze, but saw that the east had already appeared hazy fiery red, as if a red sun was rising in the cloud peak, and the mountains in the distance had also revealed the general outline, the mountains and rivers were magnificent, looking back at Yu Forging Dao, "The sky is about to dawn"!

Yu Duan nodded and said with a soft smile, I don't know, I don't know if I can last until dawn, I really want to do it again, she is already a little difficult to speak, her eyes slowly began to drift, and the Qinghe Dao people hurriedly said, Don't sleep, don't.

Qinghe Daoren's voice was very urgent, Yu Forging relieved his breath with difficulty, and continued with difficulty, I really want to see the sunrise again, after saying this, he paused, gasping for breath, this simple few words, it was like exhausting all his strength.

Qinghe Daoren walked to Yu Forging quietly and said, Donor, your body vitality has been exhausted, the whole person has run out of oil, the lamp has dried up, it is true, the elixir cannot save the donor, but people have some potential in their bones, this is called backbone, donor, do you understand the meaning of poor Dao?

Yu Forging nodded, reinvigorated with difficulty, gritted his teeth and said, thank you for the master's teaching, I must persist until dawn, otherwise I will not be blind.

Qinghe Dao people are not without regrets, poor Dao only feels very sorry for the donor, but is there any way, seeing the donor suffer such a disaster, it is really painful.

Yu Forging pursed his lips and smiled, life is so fast, it's good to have it, master, is the sunrise here beautiful?

Qinghe Dao people glanced at the east, where the clouds were churning, and a round of red sun had gradually revealed a round of crescent-like arc, which was really spectacular and incomparably deep Dao, good-looking, the sunrise of Feixue Mountain Villa, the sunrise of the poor world, because this is the closest place to the cultivation of immortals.

Yu Forging smiled when he heard this, Okay, good place, if I die, I will also be an immortal, and I will have no regrets.

Brother Yu, why do you think the immortals are good? As soon as the words fell, an old man's figure appeared at the door, the whole person was full of energy, his hair was fluttering, and he strode over, it was Dugu Taizhen, looking at Yu Forging with a smile.

Yu Forging saw that Dugu Taizhen was coming, and he tried hard to cheer up a little spirit and smiled, Mr. is a cultivator, doesn't he want to become an immortal?

Dugu Taizhen sat down cross-legged, clasped his hands together, and said with a faint smile, the old man also wants to, but he just thinks about it, hehe.

Yu Forging nodded, smiled lightly, his eyes showed a little strength, and said in a low voice, Sir, I want to see the sunrise.

Dugu Taizhen smiled, okay, the old man will accompany you to watch, said and turned around and faced the east with Yu Duan, the dawn of the east seems to be about to break through the darkness, although there are layers of dark clouds, the red sun is rising, the Tao is shining in thousands of ways, piercing the dark clouds scattered on the earth and mountains, the snow has stopped at some point, leaving only a snow-white world everywhere, pure and cold, the eyes are trying to see, the snow-capped mountains are endless, and a beam of sunlight is scattered at the gate of Cong, reflecting Yu Duan's pale face, he seems to have used all his strength, He shouted loudly, it was about to dawn.

Dugu Taizhen looked up at the sun, smiled ruddyly, yes, it's dawn.

Yu Forging didn't answer, Dugu Taizhen looked at the rising sun, seemed to be a little fascinated, and said after a while, Brother Yu, the sunrise here is so beautiful and warm.

Yu Forging had no sound, Dugu Taizhen turned his head suddenly, but seeing Yu Forging with a smile on his face, lying on the ground with his eyes closed, the smile on the corner of his lips was still so warm, but the person stopped breathing, and the Qinghe Dao people came over and sighed, From now on, the poor road will not be treated again.

Dugu Taizhen stood up and strode away, when his back was about to disappear, he left a sentence, the Taoist chief did his best, this is all the will of heaven, in the future, ten years, the Holy Hall will never be the enemy of the Flying Snow Mountain Villa, anyway, the whole person has disappeared at the door. (To be continued......)