The son of the green edge has been in retreat and cultivation in the Red Snow Pavilion.

After half a month of continuous cultivation, he finally came out of the pavilion.

It's been a long time since I've seen Ye Fengzhu, and I don't know how she's doing now.

I heard that she used to like to eat braised pork in the fairyland, so she specially instructed the temporary slave disciples in the kitchen of Hongxue Pavilion to cook a meal for her.

The Son of the Green Edge has a separate attic in the Red Snow Pavilion, just as his Zhu Xie's loft is located in the Wine Pavilion, and he is located in the Gaolan Hall.

A different style, a different kind of style.

All the arrangements are blue and green, and the other is only white, all carved from ivory or jade, without black or earth.

The green curtains lifted by the wind, the green glass vase, the green inkstone at the bottom, the green mattress, and the blue forget-me-nots are in full bloom.

This scholarly wooden house is completely out of place on the inside and outside.

On the outside of it was a thorn that almost covered the wall pillars, and no one would normally think of it - there would be someone inside, and at most there would be a ghost.

This son of the green blade is a demon, a demon.

Others say that he was born more fairy than the woman's peach blossom face, and he twisted and twisted when he walked, he was really born step by step, with a graceful waist, willow eyes with spring, and thin lips and apricots.

The green clothes made him even more stunning, with a delicate silhouette.

There is no second person in the world who is so enchanting and charming, bewitching the hearts of men, women and children.

After practicing for many days, he returned to his original state and became the so-called "demon" in everyone's mouth.

Before Ye Feng stopped for a while and was sent to Longyu Pavilion on the road, he was still in a relatively normal spirit, because his life was at stake, he had to be nervous and serious.

Having said that, it is not a bad thing to tease Ye Feng, the red-clothed Youling.

He asked someone to send a small dish of red wrapped meat, and said that he would invite her to smile at the red-clothed Youling.

He twisted a grain of red-skinned crispy peanuts alone, drank a small wine, poured the earthen bowl full, and the aroma of wine overflowed.

The red-clothed Youling was still possessed by the white-bearded swordsman, and he didn't know this.

It's no wonder that even Mo Yan was in the dark at the beginning.

poured water and ran away, looking for someone to replace his identity, and buried in the Longyu Pavilion, unaware and unaware.

"Thank you!" The red-clothed Youling said perfunctorily in black, she was in the mood for painting, and she didn't notice anything. When the white-bearded swordsman exerts his strength, his senses of taste, perception, and vision are all locked and sealed.

He thought it was something else that he had brought here, and said that he was going to give it to the red-clothed Youling, but his tone did not change, it was a faint tone that Ye Feng couldn't help revealing between his lips and teeth, but he just changed his clothes, which suddenly made others refreshed and refreshed.

It's time to call her a lady in black, isn't it?

The temporary slave disciples could only laugh in their hearts, but they didn't dare to show it boldly.

It's just that she is a red-clothed Youling who is a guest and guest of their two Sword Pavilions, and she is also a closed disciple of the Lord of the Zhu Evil Pavilion.

Since Ye Feng stopped leaving the Sea Moth Mountain Qiongyu Pavilion that time, he had never accepted any apprentices.

Now all the disciples in the Red Snow Pavilion are old disciples, and Wu Shuang is probably the only one who has become a great weapon.

They are all sand leaking out of a tiny hourglass, and only Wu Shuang and Youling in Red are worthy of being the pearls in the last shell.

It's just that Ye Feng didn't know about this.

In the past, Zhu Xie deliberately planned to let her red-clothed Youling inherit the mantle of Hongxue Pavilion.

It's just that the incident happened suddenly, and the news of Ye Feng's death came, from the fairy land to Shucheng, and then from Shucheng to all over the world.

Wu Shuang also has a heart, either inheriting the position of the head of Longyu Pavilion, or being a senior sister in this Red Snow Pavilion, after all, she has been staying for eighteen years.

For such a long time, she has been invincible, and it is natural for her to witness so many people and things.

The Red Snow Pavilion has close contacts with the other three Sword Pavilions in the world, one of which is the Purple Sword Pavilion, the second is the Moyuan Pavilion, and the third is the last remaining Longyu Pavilion with the same name as the Red Snow Pavilion.

But the secret that Zhu Xie didn't know was that in addition to being the pavilion master of Moyuan Pavilion, he Mo Yan also had another identity, and his identity was one of the members of the Four Seas State.

Only a few people know that Wu Xia, who met Mo Yan in the Round Hall at that time and accepted him to live in the Longyu Pavilion.

Afterwards, he did not leak it out, and secretly told the disciples to keep their mouths shut and not to reveal the matter at all.

I don't know why I did this, it's so thorough, it comes from - he gave Wu Xia an explanation to him! Home

Come to think of it, this son of the green edge is merciful everywhere! The white-bearded swordsman sighed freely.

Ye Feng paused, where the pen went, I don't know. Still sitting under the altar-shaped large ginseng wood, studying ink and painting, writing poems and songs.

At that time, when he was in the fairyland, he was really a fairy old man who lived a life.

Although the two mountains of the fairyland, east and west, and even the cliff and waterfall in the middle of the east and west, are also used to compete in martial arts, and promised to provide a free opportunity for the swordsmen and swordsmen of the city and the rivers and lakes to form an immortal past here, but the past has become the wind, and the past has become cloudy, some have become a brake, some have become Youkun, some have become dragon swords, and some have become Zhu Kui, but no one has become the second Wujiang, Wujiang belongs to the era of two hundred years ago, and no one can replace it until today.

And those who did not become anyone ended up trampled into the dirt, brewing a touch of flowers and bones on the land.

Poured into the sunset, the incomparable beauty of the haze, cast the indelible glory and legend of the fairyland.

There are so many stories that have been told in the wonderland that people rush to the wonderland to pray to the heavens for guidance.

The world of the fairyland is different from the mountain, there is a fairy fate in it, the deepest and most hidden place is a whetstone, after more than two hundred years of polishing, countless swords and blades across its face, the years have left its unique brilliance.

Whoever makes a vow on this stone will have it fulfilled.

It's just that I don't know when, the place has sunk and sunk, and even the white-bearded swordsman can't find it.

The white-bearded swordsman suddenly pulled his thoughts back from the past, and stared firmly at the stack of fragrant red meat that the disciple sent by the son of the green blade of the Red Snow Pavilion was holding in his hand that was about to be put but did not fall.

The disciple was dressed in the uniform costume of the disciples of the Red Snow Pavilion, and he was impatient to wait, but he couldn't say it directly, he at least waited for the red-clothed Youling to wait for nearly half a pillar of incense in a daze, but he kept waiting with his eyes dry, and couldn't disturb her thoughts, he really saw Wu Shuang's terrible beforehand - Yu Yu's weak heart left a shadow, last time he accidentally interjected a sentence, and Wu Shuang was in the middle of meditation, in Wu Shuang's eyes, it was disrespect and disturbance to her, as well as the disregard and contempt for the way of the sword, soHe was punished for sweeping the ground of Qiyao, and thought about it every day in front of her house.

Blowing the cold wind, suffering from the cold, kneeling until the sun sets.

Why is it freezing?

It's just because Wu Shuangxin has researched a unique magic weapon, which can give birth to the cold wind in winter by fusing the operation of the sword.

I don't know, but I found ...... What's the use of such a thing!

"It's so fragrant, it's really fragrant...... The white-bearded swordsman couldn't help it, his eyes didn't move, he really didn't eat well in Longyu Pavilion recently, and he was not used to it.

Wu Xia didn't know what kind of madness she had, and asked her disciples to uphold the good habit of eating coarse food and light food, saying that you can't be allowed to be so presumptuous anymore, this will be harmful to the cultivation of the sword after all, and it will be cruel to you.

In the eyes of his white-bearded swordsman, not letting him eat would be a great harm.

If he continues like this, he will have to go on a hunger strike, and relying on this painting to go to the world every day, for the time being, to comfort the unwilling soul, is also a "delaying strategy" after all.

"You go down first!" The white-bearded swordsman ordered, seeing that he was struggling on the ground, blocking the shallow wind and shading, and he couldn't bear to be a little unbearable, "Just say...... I accepted this gift from the red-clothed Youling, thank you another day! ”

"Yes, the little disciple retreated and resigned." The disciple held his breath and finally released it in his heart. What the son of the green edge entrusted to him, he finally did it, and he still had a trace of joy left, and achieved a sacred and important task, it turned out that he thought that the red-clothed Youling, who had always been cold and unapproachable, would refuse!

"Please, please!" The white-bearded swordsman wished he would disappear from his sight as soon as possible.

It is really a great blessing in life for him to be alone and taste this unique delicacy.

His taste buds were mobilized, he returned to a separate room, took back the black light coat he waved, put down his pen, and the corner of his eyes swept over, and then picked up the stack of braised pork, looked at it carefully, his eyes did not fall for a long time, and then he got up and put it down, and then he was drunk and lay on the couch, while drinking as a pleasure, he cocked Erlang's legs, and was happy, and stuffed a piece of braised pork into his mouth.

Ling'er smelled a strong smell of meat, and couldn't help but turn her stomach upside down, and she couldn't bear the loneliness.

She squatted shallowly, frowning, couldn't it be that Sister Wan'er ate alone and wanted to enjoy it alone?

Don't...... As her sister, isn't it within the scope of sharing with her?

The white-bearded swordsman stopped, his throat suppressed the drooling saliva, like a leaky pot and an arrow blocking it, Time suddenly stopped, the wind in the window outside was silent, he had always had an inexplicable premonition, and Ling'er was naturally hungry at this time.

He also had hallucinations, hallucinating that someone's stomach was rumbling. If he eats it all at once, he will definitely be punished by heaven, and he will be thundered by the sky, thinking that in the past, Sister Ling'er was so good to Youling in red.

Considerate and thoughtful, came to a strange environment, first entered the Longyu Pavilion, many puzzles and inconveniences, were answered by Ling'er one by one, overwhelmed, secretly helped.

In fact, they are sympathetic! Ling'er only arrived a month or two earlier than the red-clothed Youling, and the disciples of Longyu Pavilion naturally had some scruples, and they had no less than dozens of secrets, and they were always vigilant, spying on the red-clothed Youling and the group from Lingshan, after all, they were all outsiders who had moved in, so they didn't know what the conspiracy was?

But he didn't ask for mercy to go to the Red Snow Pavilion at the door, the master of Zhu Xie Pavilion was a famous figure, and his reputation and prestige were even higher than that of Wu Xia.

As everyone knows, Zhu Xie has long since stopped accepting any apprentices, which he has not declared to the public, but the disciples in the pavilion all understand.

The people who come and go are nothing more than those old people, who went out of the Red Snow Pavilion a few years ago, and returned from their studies.

Having said that, even though his white-bearded swordsman was not her...... But he still has to fulfill the mission and responsibilities of the red-clothed Youling himself. As the saying goes, a "report" is also a "report"!

Is he going to ...... Leave a piece or two for her to taste too!

While it was still hot and the breath had not yet fallen, she would be happy to send it to her.

He couldn't stand the rough food in the past few days, let alone Sister Ling'er, who used to hunt wild game in Lingshan every day.