Ling Ling's ten fingers, urging the lyre, waved for me, like listening to ten thousand pines. There is a curling piano sound like the wind under the pine, and the smell of it makes people want to forget the thousands of troubles in their hearts, and they almost want to indulge in it.

In the distance, there is a small waterfall rushing down, and the mountain wind blows through the waterfall and raises thousands of water droplets, which fall in the air like crystal white plums. At the top of the verdant Lingfeng Mountain, there is a white-clothed woman sitting cross-legged on a neat and smooth bluestone stroking the qin, and there is a purple gold incense burner in the style of a lotus flower on one side of the woman, and there is a light smoke chasing on her green and white fingertips. The sound of the piano seems to bring a quiet and calm atmosphere even in the surrounding mountains and trees.

Waterfalls, sunsets, green mountains, beauties, Yaoqin, like a pale ink painting, pleasing to the eye, a fairyland on earth, but so.

But beautiful things are always fleeting, and in this picturesque wonderland, I suddenly remembered an angry shout, "Hu Guyue, you are so despicable." ”

It was a woman in a purple shirt who spoke, but she was twenty-eight years old, if she ignored her cold expression, she was really a pretty beauty, but looking at her posture at this time, she could only be an ice beauty. The ice beauty was holding a snow-bright dagger in her hand, her fingers trembled slightly, and she was angrily pointing at a white-clothed young man opposite.

"Leng Moyan, if your skills are not as good as others, don't spray people with blood, I am clearly Zhengda Guangguang to win you." The young man in white who spoke was called Hu Xian, and the word was Guyue. At this time, he was holding a long sword in his hand, the tip of the sword was hanging to the ground, and his face was open, disapproving of what she said.

The woman in white who played the piano was unmoved, but concentrated on plucking the strings under her hands, as if she had played the passionate part of the song, and the sound of the piano suddenly intensified, like a galloping horse.

Leng Moyan was really as good as her name, cold and glamorous, and shouted softly at Hu Guyue at the moment: "Come again."

Hu Guyue leveled the sword, raised her handsome face, and said arrogantly: "Come here, come again, you will lose."

Leng Moyan's face was even worse, and the dagger in her hand was as cold as its owner, and it stabbed straight towards Hu Guyue's heart.

Hu Guyue shouted: "This is really coming." Hurriedly used his long sword to block the dagger.

As the saying goes, one point is short, one point is dangerous, but this sentence seems to be a little inappropriate for Leng Moyan, the small purple-handled dagger is held in her hand, as if it has become a part of her body. Leng Moyan's body was as fast as a ghost, and she turned around and came behind Hu Guyue, the dagger passed under his armpit, Hu Guyue got up to close the sudden knife, and put away the expression on her face, Hu Guyue saw that Leng Moyan was fatal to him, and knew that she was cautious again, and was on guard at the moment, afraid that one would accidentally really catch her way.

The two of you have gone back and forth for dozens of moves, but no one has the upper hand, Leng Moyan's eyes narrowed, and with a wave of her left hand, a purple light flashed from her purple sleeves, and the purple light flew towards Hu Guyue with lightning speed, and she only saw an afterimage.

Hu Guyue obviously saw the purple light, but did not block it with his sword, reached out and grabbed the purple light in his hand, Leng Moyan took advantage of the moment he was stunned, and instantly moved in front of him, and the Xueliang dagger was about to be inserted into Hu Guyue's chest.

With a crisp sound of "ding", Leng Moyan's palm was in severe pain, the dagger slipped from her hand, and a silver needle with a little cold light was inserted next to the dagger on the ground, and the needle tail was still trembling slightly. Leng Moyan clenched her right hand that was trembling in pain and looked back at the woman in white.

I saw that the woman in white had stopped stroking the qin at some point, and her hands were clasped in her sleeves, and she was looking at her coldly. Leng Moyan was shocked in her heart, if it wasn't for the woman in white just now, she was thinking about how to defeat Hu Guyue, she was afraid that she would have really stabbed that knife.

Hu Guyue came back to her senses and threw the purple light she had caught in her hand on Leng Moyan, and shouted: "Leng Moyan, you really want to kill me, if you knew that you would be like this, I should have split your poisonous snake in half with a sword just now, and see how you hurt people."

It turned out that the purple light was a small purple snake, about half a foot long, with a slender body, which was smashed by Hu Guyue, and was hanging its head in Leng Moyan's palm.

"Gu Yue, Mo Yan didn't mean it, it's just that her heart was in turmoil just now, and she didn't stop it for a while." The woman in white stood up and walked over to the two of them and said.

"Senior sister, fortunately, this beast is afraid of the smell of our disciples of the Holy Gate of Medicine and does not dare to bite me, if it were an ordinary person, he would have died under its snake venom by now." Hu Guyue saw the woman in white coming, and said with her sleeves dangling back and forth.

The woman in white patted his shaking arm and said, "Your Senior Sister Leng just knew that the purple dove didn't dare to bite you, so she took it to throw it away from you, right Mo Yan."

Leng Moyan snorted coldly and turned her head, not looking at the two of them.

Hu Guyue still wanted to speak, but when he saw his little sister Zhu Yan coming from the side, he stopped talking. Zhu Yan walked up to the three of them and saluted the woman in white and said, "Senior sister, Master asked you to go to the Sky Palace."

The woman in white nodded and replied, "Got it."

Zhu Yan bowed and retreated.

Seeing Leng Moyan, the woman in white still turned her head and ignored her, smiled and said, "Moyan, you see it's so late, the Poison Holy Gate is about to open."

Leng Moyan coiled the trembling little snake around her wrist, glanced at Hu Guyue very arrogantly, and said to the woman in white, "Hmph, let's go." After speaking, he disappeared into the mountains and forests without looking back.

Hu Guyue saw her just leave and shouted behind her: "How can you say that you will leave, senior sister hasn't said who won, senior sister, you are about to say who won."

"No equal." The woman in white said with a smile.

"I knew you would say that, but if you don't say it, I know you must think I won." Hu Guyue said with a smile.

The woman in white smiled and didn't speak, but nodded, then turned around to get her Yaoqin, Hu Guyue walked quickly to the side and picked up the incense burner on the side and said, "I'll come here."

The woman in white said, "Then thank you brother."

Hu Guyue smiled, and the two talked and laughed together. Follow the winding mountain path back to their master's gate, the Holy Gate of Medicine. As the name suggests, their sect is based on the inheritance of medical skills. The disciples all practice medicine, but the Holy Gate of Medicine is not simply practicing medicine to save people, the Holy Gate of Medicine is a fellow practitioner of medicine and martial arts, and they complement each other. However, speaking of which, the disciples of the Holy Gate of Medicine have not gone down the mountain to practice medicine for ten years.

The Holy Gate of Medicine is built on the mountainside of Lingfeng, hidden in the pine and cypress. Although there is a holy character in the name, its sect advocates simplicity and nature, and the houses and pavilions in the door are hidden among the lush leaves, and the decoration is mainly bamboo, wood and rattan, which is almost integrated with the surrounding mountains, forests and rock springs.

The woman in white walked slowly along the bluestone paved mountain road, and the gusts of mountain wind blew through her plain white dress like layers of flowing clouds, like a fairy walking in the wind.

The Lingkong Hall is located in the middle of the double holy gate, and the scenery of the door and the mountain can be seen at a glance when standing at the door of the Lingkong Palace. As the main hall in a faction, it is natural to be a little different, the top of the hall is built with five ridges and six beasts, all kinds of glazed bamboo tiles are laid on it, and the vermilion pillar is carved with the cloud pattern of the roll, solemn / solemn and solemn.

The woman in white took a few steps, bent down and bowed respectfully to the old man in white standing in the wind at the gate of the Sky Hall and said, "Master."

The old man in white, Sima Zhengqing, had a white beard and hair, and said lightly: "Well, it's almost February 15th, and the post from Zhuge Villa has been sent again, and I accepted it this time."

The woman in white raised her head suddenly, and thousands of emotions welled up from the bottom of her eyes. Zhuge Villa, she has been going to it for a long time, it has been ten years.

February 15 is the birthday of Zhuge Haochu, the leader of the martial arts alliance, although Zhuge Villa sends posts to Lingfeng every year, but Sima Zhengqing never accepted it in previous years, and since she received it this year, is she Xiao Xinyi able to go down the mountain to Zhuge Villa.