The old woman opened her mouth, but she could not say anything.

She should have stopped Xue Qinshuang's father in the past.

But she couldn't do that, because it was her child, and every time she tried to speak, she felt pain like a dagger piercing her heart.

"This kid is named Frost."

Seventeen years ago, my son's voice in an inky suit was as cold as ice.

Just in a slight trance, the tea in the old woman's hand was already cold, her eyes moved slightly, she looked at the girl in front of her, and sighed:

"But you have to go back...... That thing......"

She was persuading, but she felt that her persuasion was also extremely powerless.

Xue Qinshuang smiled, as if Fang Cai's appearance was just an illusion, and her beautiful face was still calm, and said:

"I know."

"Even Grandma you're here, I can't use my sword against you, it seems that I have to go back this time."

"However, I hope Grandma will give me some more time."

The old woman breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, as long as the girl in front of her didn't make any more trouble, and waited a little longer, she could still call the shots, as long as this time didn't last more than half a year, her face relaxed a lot, and said:

"How long does it take to ......"

Xue Qinshuang closed her eyes and pondered, her palm brushing the jade pendant around her waist.

The distance that this strange thing can produce no more than one county of land can be produced.

The other one is in Tuoba Yue's hand, and as far as she knows, Tuoba Yue will return to Saibei in a few days, and when the time comes, this jade pendant will be useless......

The girl opened her eyes, raised her hand to drink tea, and said:

"Five days."

"If, five days later, I still haven't heard from that man, then I have no chance in this life."

The old woman's voice paused slightly, and said:

"Only five days?"

Her voice was full of surprise, the girl in front of her did not hesitate to turn against the family, she had been prepared for a longer time, and at this time she could hardly believe her ears, and said:

"Do you know that if you leave this time, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to come out again, and your father will not let you come out again."

"That's something you've got to spend a long time on."

She didn't say what it was, but Xue Qinshuang knew.

In any case, it was the family that gave her a body of martial arts cultivation, and she didn't want to and didn't need to owe anything to the family, so she was supposed to go back to this matter because she had a three-year contract, but something went wrong in the middle.

Think of what I experienced two years ago.

Xue Qinshuang's voice paused slightly, raised her hand and stroked the long broken hair on her right sideburns, and then chuckled lightly, and said:

"Since there is no chance, what difference does it make if you wait for five days or fifty days?"

"The rivers and lakes are so big, why do I need to be stubborn?"

The teacup in his hand is placed on the table.

The girl's face was free and easy, she was dressed in white at this time, covered with a red shirt, and her long hair was tied up and fell on her shoulders.

She had a short sword just over a foot long pinned to her waist.

It doesn't look like anything at all.??

Outside the Fufeng Academy.

"That's right, Baili ......"

Tuoba Yue's footsteps paused slightly, looked at the young man next to him, Baili Feng hugged his arms, pillowed behind his head, turned his head to look at Tuoba Yue, and said with a smile:

"What's wrong, Ah Yue?"

A hesitant look appeared in Tuoba Yue's eyes, but he still sighed and said:

"These days, I have to pack my bags, and I can't finish reading the borrowed books."

"Will you accompany me to the wind building later?"

…………………………………………

took a deep breath, and it seemed that this action only existed in Wang Anfeng's imagination.

More than two years ago, he used to fight with people here, and he once threw out his sleeve and rolled down the steps because he was talking too loudly to the Su gambler, and he had read many classics in this Fengzi Building, and spent many early mornings and nights when no one was there.

Wang Anfeng raised his palm, lightly rested on the door, and was about to open the door, when the slightly closed door was suddenly pulled open from the inside, and the five students of the school palace strode out from the inside, their eyebrows were flying, and they didn't care when they saw Wang Anfeng.

It's just that the young man holding the book at the very edge noticed that Wang Anfeng raised his palm, seemed to guess something, smiled apologetically at the latter, and then left quickly with his classmates, communicating in a low voice, Wang Anfeng watched them go away, and when he was disturbed like this, the indescribable emotions in his heart dissipated a lot.

Laughed, didn't think much more, pushed the door, and walked in slowly.

Just like every day two years ago, neither the students who read quietly nor the wooden steps that surround them have changed in the slightest.

At this moment, Wang Anfeng had an illusion in his heart, as if he had just slept in the wooden house, and then got up late and hurried over, intending to find a comfortable place here and finish the unfinished book.

Then wait for the evening, the stars and the moon are in the sky, and there is no one around, and every step here is carefully swept.

It was so familiar that it seemed that in the next moment, he could see the people he knew in those faces, smiling at him.

Unfortunately not.

I don't know where the unfinished book was placed.

His gaze swept over the bookshelf, fell on the desk and the Liangyi gossip pattern in the center of the Fengzi Building, and saw the old man in green clothes, his expression couldn't help but be a little respectful, and he took two steps to walk in front of Ren Changge, as he did two years ago, raised his hand and saluted, and said in a low voice:

"The younger generation has seen Ren Lao."

Ren Changge raised his eyes, swept over the blue-shirted young man in front of him, paused slightly, and then landed on the latter's waist.

There was a piece of jade pendant like the moon, which was given to the latter by Wang Anfeng and the others after they came back from the birthday banquet of Elder Qingfeng, the old man retracted his gaze, his face still did not change in the slightest, his face was square and meticulous, and he just nodded slightly, as if the time of the past two years did not exist.

But these two years have existed after all.

So an old voice sounded in the young man's ears, I don't know if it was Wang Anfeng's illusion, with a faint sense of relief:

"Coming back?"

On the twenty-first floor of the book steps, a young man in a white Confucian shirt sat cross-legged on the wooden steps, holding a lone book in his hand, but he didn't have much thought on it, a pair of eyes looked left and right, and when he saw the bottom, his eyes lit up slightly, he raised his hand and pulled the companion next to him, lowered his voice, and said:

"Hey, look, that person doesn't seem to have seen it, and he can actually talk to that old man."

"It's rare."

The student next to him was slightly stunned, and when he heard the words 'I don't seem to have seen it', his eyes lit up slightly, and he raised his eyes to look, but he only saw a young man in a blue shirt who seemed to be very talkative, not the girl he had been thinking about for the past two days.

The young man in white was still very interested, and said:

"I don't know which school of students it is."

"Looking at Ren Lao's appearance, he should have studied art in this school palace for a long time? Wait for one day, after I also break out of the great reputation outside, I must also return to our school palace, as the saying goes, the rich must return to the hometown, brocade clothes do not travel at night, this is the reason. ”

"When the time comes...... Hey hey ......"

The young man imagined the scenery when he returned from the day, but the book in his hand did not turn a few pages, and the student next to him rolled his eyes, thinking that this guy probably didn't have that day, even if there was a day, the old man below was probably not interested in talking to him more.

Finding that his thoughts were a little out of track, the student raised his hand and knocked on the door of his head, and whispered: "There is a golden house in the book, Yan Ruyu in the book, and Yan Ruyu in the book......"

forced his attention to focus on the content of the book, but he unconsciously thought of the scene he saw a few days ago, his long hair was flying, his face was fair, and the girl bit her lower lip lightly, and the red blood must have been the only Yanli he had seen in his life, and his expression couldn't help but be in a trance.

Girl......

On this floor, half a circle was circling upward, and on the opposite side was a master in his early thirties, looking at his two students opposite, one by one, with a cranky appearance, and his brows furrowed slightly.

The right hand, which is accustomed to the ruler, instinctively itches.

But he didn't go over, not because the ring ruler he was used to was not at hand, but because 'dreaming' was exactly what teenagers of this age had, and it was also the most precious ability.

When they are a little older, they will no longer have the strength to dream such unscrupulously.

The Confucian master smiled with some emotion, his gaze shifted, and he fell in front of Ren Lao, the young man with a wooden sword on his back and a wooden hairpin tied with his hair, and noticed the breath of the latter's body as deep as the abyssal sea, and couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly.

Bibliophile, are you back?

With its amazing talent, now it has entered the seventh grade, can it enter the Tiangang list?

Fu thought that he was also talented, but now he is more than forty years old, but he is still in the six grades of martial arts, Confucian principles are understood day by day, but it is difficult to go further after all, the so-called martial arts comprehension, more like the moon in the mirror, the flower in the water, can not be reached, I am afraid there is no hope in this life.

I couldn't help but feel a little frustrated in my heart, sighed slightly, and laughed at myself in my heart.

People have to die more than people, and goods have to be compared with goods.

Although the market slang is vulgar, there is some truth to it......

Wind word downstairs.

Wang Anfeng and Ren Changge only talked for a few words, and seeing that the old man had no interest in continuing to talk, he took the initiative to quit and retreat, and slowly withdrew from the distance of the old man's body.

There are always endless scrolls on the table, and the yin and yang gossip under it slowly rotates.

This is what he saw when he came here two years ago, I thought it was the design of the Fengzilou itself, but at this time he had already set foot in the middle three products, and initially came into contact with the 'meaning', 'realm' and the like, just now there was a hidden feeling, it seems that those desks are not actually existing things at all, and even the yin and yang gossip under him is also a kind of momentum manifestation.

Wang Anfeng's eyes were slightly strange.

Looking at the book that seems to have never decreased, the martial artist's 'potential' is the evolution of the state of mind, if you have to read the book to be able to get out, then Ren Lao didn't deliberately imprison himself here, every time he finishes reading a book, he will have another one, and throughout his life, it is impossible to take another step out of the school palace, which can almost be called a self-prisoner.

He looked at the mysterious gossip yin and yang, as if he saw a solid cage.

The old man sat upright, meticulously doing useless work.

I've been doing it for 10 years, 20 years, and maybe even going on.

He felt a hint of sadness.

Wang Anfeng retracted his gaze and did not continue to delve into it, the choice of his predecessors naturally made sense, he had not experienced the past of those swords and swords, he couldn't understand it anyway, and there were other things to do at this time, he restrained the distracting thoughts in his heart, his eyes were slightly closed, and his internal force was running slowly.

There were students next to him, and when they saw him standing in place with his eyes closed, he was a little curious.

One of the girls, dressed in soldier's clothes, was peeking at the scene when she suddenly noticed a hint of fierceness, which startled her and almost screamed.

In an instant, it seemed as if two cold long swords were unsheathed.

The uncontrollable edge rose, so that the people who looked at Wang Anfeng at this time felt that their hearts were almost stopping, and the hairs on the back of their necks stood up, as if they had been put on their necks with a sharp blade, and they couldn't help but turn slightly pale, and they hurriedly looked away, not daring to look again.

In the young man's eyes, the streamer lit up, the black pupils were almost slightly transparent, and his line of sight swept instantly, bringing everyone in the entire Fengzi Building into view, which was like a divine sword out of the sheath, and Wang Anfeng's eyes were slightly red, and some tears oozed out uncontrollably.

Mr. Win has taught as many as twenty-eight pupil techniques, and he is also a preliminary dabbling in this level, because he wants to find Meng Yuexue as soon as possible and forcibly use it, but he has suffered a little.

However, in just a short moment, he had already taken a cursory look at all the people who borrowed books in this building, and he had not found Meng Yuexue's figure.

Frowning slightly.

Could it be that the dream girl happened to return to the inn?

Wang Anfeng didn't think in the direction that Chuan Lian had already recovered, but when he came unfortunately, he happened to fail to collide with Meng Yuexue.

After thinking about it, when Li Lao San Feiying sent a message, he also mentioned the inn he lived in on the letterhead, so he didn't care about looking for acquaintances in the palace, so he saluted Ren Lao with a fist and turned around.

Not long after he came in, he hurriedly left Fengzilou again, Wang Anfeng identified the direction a little, got up, and walked towards the inn, suppressing the idea of going to Bailifeng and others in his heart, as well as the idea of reading the book in Fengzilou.

When he didn't solve the matter of Chuan Lian's dream of Yuexue, he didn't have too much to worry about.

And after he left Fengzilou for only half a cup of tea.

"Ah Yue, can you read all these books?"

Baili Feng, who was wearing a soldier's strong uniform, carried a Mo knife on his back, held a pile of thick classics in his arms, smashed his tongue, Tuoba Yue looked at him, his eyebrows were a little funny, he patted the back of the young man's head, and said:

"What do you know?"

"Compared to the martial arts cheats in your head, these things are the real treasures."

"It's just a pity that there are so many classics in the Fengzi Building, and I haven't been able to read many in the past three years, and there are still many that I haven't finished reading here, but now I have to return them."

"In the remaining days, there are still a lot of things to do, I thought about it, I will finish the things in the school palace at one time today, and after that, I won't come to this Fufeng school palace."

Speaking of this, Tuoba Yue's eyebrows were somewhat lost.

Bailifeng smiled and comforted:

"If you don't come, then I won't be here after today."

"As for the old man, Master, I'll invite him to a good drink one day, uh, but I may not be able to accompany you later, I have to go to the place where I am suspended to say hello."

Tuoba Yue smiled: "Don't worry, someone is coming to pick me up." ”

The two of them walked into the building.

Wang Anfeng came out of the inn, his brows furrowed, and at this moment, Gongsun Jing's voice sounded in his ears.

"Young master, the news of the dream girl ......"

After a while, Wang Anfeng breathed a heavy sigh of relief in his heart, as if the weight on his shoulders had finally been lifted at this time, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

I thought about it, but I never returned to the inn.

Instead, he walked straight to the school palace, his steps were brisk, and he thought to himself, I don't know if the wooden house in the school palace is still there, whether it has been inhabited?

He walked quite slowly, looking at the grass and trees around him with a kind of nostalgic lightness, and there was a shouting sound not far ahead, and a strong man of an alien race sat on the wheel, flicking his whip.

The strange horse pulling the cart roared and neighed, and a passing child seemed to be taken aback and fell to the ground.

Tuoba Yue sat in the carriage and returned the books she had borrowed from the school palace, and even her heart was empty.

His eyes were closed, and he leaned back in his seat tiredly.

Farewell, Gakumiya.

The curtain on the left side of the carriage was blown by the wind, and on the side of the road, against the direction of the carriage, a young swordsman in a blue shirt walked by, leaning over to lift a child up.

The curtain fell, and the driver flicked his whip.

The carriage galloped past, only kicking up dust on the road.

The young man on the side of the road straightened up and gently patted the dust on the child in front of him, a light smile appeared on his face.

The crowd on the roadside is bustling.

It's a normal day.

PS; Long chapters are presented......

。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors