Wanfeng Pavilion, Fengyue Pan sits on the top of the attic, closing his eyes and quietly self-studying. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"S......queak" The door of the room was gently pushed open, and Han Xing, dressed in a green shirt, walked slowly with warm soup.

"Fengyue, Thorns and Fierce Generals have led the crowd and have arrived at Mount Tai." Han Xing placed the warm soup on the coffee table not far in front of Feng Yue, and then walked behind him, a pair of slender hands stretched out his sleeve robe, put it on his shoulders, and kneaded it.

Feng Yue slowly opened her eyes, and her right hand was gently raised, holding Han Xing's left hand.

"When the matter of Mount Tai is over, I will marry you."

Han Xing's body trembled slightly, she was stunned in place, how many days and nights, wasn't this what she was waiting for?

"Are you crying?" Fengyue was still sitting there, with his back to Hanxing, but he felt the change in Hanxing's mood.

"No......" Han Xing raised his right hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and smiled with his crystal eyes: "Fengyue, I'm happy......"

Feng Yue got up, his indifferent eyes became gentle, he looked at the smile of Hanxing Pear Blossom with rain, and then hugged her into his arms: "After so many years, I have wronged you." ”

The morning star in the sky is lit up, signaling that night is approaching.

Feng Yue gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes for Han Xing, looked at the sky outside the attic, and said, "Let's go." ”

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"Qinglian, be careful then." At the top of Mount Tai, a single fingertip slashed through the throat of the last mountain guard, and the empty sleeve robe of his right hand fluttered with the mountain wind.

"Senior brother, you should also be careful." Qinglian looked at the corpse of the mountain keeper who fell to the ground, nodded slightly, and said to Shan Shou, Xin Zi and Shui Qingbo.

Shui Qingbo smiled playfully: "Sister Qinglian, there will be a lot of young talents going up the mountain later, do you want my sister to introduce one to you?" ”

Hearing this, Qinglian turned blushing: "Sister Shui makes fun of people every time, I don't want to know any young talents......"

Xin Zizi smiled faintly, and suddenly seemed to think of something, and said softly: "It is said that Si Nian, the owner of Piaoxue Mountain Villa, and Ye Yan, the owner of Piaoxiang Mansion, are both handsome rising stars. The rarest thing is that the two are still playmates from childhood to adulthood. ”

Shui Qingbo glanced at ease: "In vain, you are still the owner of the first village in the world, don't you read the information of the rivers and lakes in your village?" ”

"How?" Xin Zizi asked suspiciously.

"These two people parted ways before they became famous, and Yeqi was sent to the rebirth point by Si Nian himself, and the two have long been strangers."

"There ...... this"

"You nerd, you know what sage books to read, if it weren't for the promise to take care of the first village in the world for you, I'm afraid it would have been disbanded long ago." Shui Qingbo said, and his anger did not come out in one place. Then she grabbed Qinglian's wrist and said, "These two people should be pretty good, do you want to take a look later?" ”

"I don't want to look at it!" As soon as Qinglian heard the word "Si Nian", she became angry and angry.

"Gotta ......," Shui Qingbo said with a smile. Suddenly, her smile stiffened in the wind, and then turned into a faint calm.

There was a man, a teenager, dressed in a patched plain garment, with a quaint sword twisted in his hand.

He wore a pair of black cloth shoes, and stepped lightly, step by step.

"Stop!" Promise led the crowd to stand in front of the young man, and he blocked the young man with a horizontal knife: "Who are you, you are not allowed to step forward!" ”

The boy didn't look at him, as if he didn't exist.

The sword flashed, and then Promise stared at the boy in a daze. A streak of blood splattered, and he collapsed on the bluestone staircase.

"Promise! (Deputy owner!) Suddenly, everyone couldn't help but exclaim.

"Weapons are used to kill, not to intimidate." The young man looked at the people in front of him indifferently, and then asked lightly: "Are you going up the mountain to kill Lin Xian'er?" ”

"Ah Fei?"

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"Is this any advice?" Another secluded road, which also leads to the top of Mount Tai. Two figures, one tall and one short, one fat and one thin.

The two of them were blocked in the middle of the mountain.

A figure, condescending. He was dressed in black clothes, black pants, black shoes, black socks, and a pitch-black sword......

"We are so evasive that we will be stopped, it seems that you have been waiting for us here?" A tall and thin woman, with a pale face, dressed in white, with a white headband, and a porcelain vase in her hand that is also white.

"Blood Bodhisattva, sad monk?" The black shadow opened his mouth slightly, and his hoarse voice was slightly heavy.

"Amitabha, I didn't expect that the monk still has someone to know." The chubby sad monk had kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and smiled honestly with a pleasing appearance.

"With you, a fat monk, you will always be easily recognized." The Blood Bodhisattva sighed slightly, then looked at the black shadow and said, "Guo Songyang, how can you let us pass?" It turned out that this person was the "Iron Sword" Guo Songyang!

"Treading on my corpse." Guo Songyang's words are few and very indifferent.

"Monks are all compassionate, I don't want to kill people." When he heard what Guo Songyang said, the sad monk's round head shook like a pendulum, and the honest smile on his face instantly became sad.

"Amitabha, since you don't go to hell, I will go to hell...... Blood Bodhisattva waved his hand, and then his body turned into a string of figures, attacking the man in black.

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"Hehe, beggar, I know that there must be good things in this huge Tarzan forest!" A fire "crackled" in the mountain forest, and a plucked pheasant was strung with branches and rolled and roasted on the flames.

"Tsk, this taste, it's a pity that the officials of Qin don't come, but fortunately, the beggars can eat alone."

"Lalalala...... I get drunk with dragon ointment wine, and the glow-in-the-dark glass of grape wine ......" In front of the fire, the little beggar was full of gluttony, humming songs and swallowing saliva.

"How can you enjoy such a beautiful view and delicious food?" As soon as the mountain wind moves, someone appears.

The little beggar stared, stood up, and stared at the man walking in the night.

The man was dressed in a yellow shirt and held a pair of child and mother rings and gradually approached the little beggar.

"Shangguan Jinhong?"

"Thank you for getting to know me." The man smiled heartily, and then approached the little beggar. Two of them, no one made a move. On the contrary, Shangguan Jinhong sat down cross-legged directly, and put the child and mother ring aside casually.

He looked up blankly. looked at the little beggar and said, "Friend, you won't stop baking just because there is one more eater, right?" ”

After the little beggar heard his words, he smiled: "One person and half, is there more!" ”

"I'm older, and it's hard to digest too much at night, so I'll just taste it." As he spoke, Shangguan Jinhong took out a pot of wine from his arms, took a sip of it himself, and threw it to the little beggar.

The little beggar smiled and pulled the stopper, sniffed the flask with his nose, and then drank it "gurgling......".

"Good wine!" The little beggar shouted!

"Good meat!" Shangguan Jinhong applauded!

......The flask fell and the chicken fell into the fire. Then a gust of wind blew, and the fire was easily extinguished......