Today is the Qingyuan Festival, and it is the big day for Wei Zhong, the youngest son of Wei Changqing, the housekeeper of Yanfu, and the second miss of the Cui family to tie the knot and get married.

Early in the morning, outside the gate of Wei's house, the sky pole is erected, the colored flags are hung, the red gauze lanterns are hung, and people come and go, which is festive and peaceful.

Although the Wei family is not a famous family in Tianmen Town, the family background is still solid, plus Wei Changqing is the big housekeeper of Yanfu, and concurrently serves as the steward of the Qinshan Ancestral Hall Elders' House.

Meng Yi supported his mother, also prepared a congratulatory gift, came on foot, and just arrived at the gate of the Wei family, a surprised call popped up next to Qin'er: "Erniang! Brother Mengyi, you are here!"

A pair of warm little hands reached over, struggled slightly, and burrowed into the palm of Meng Yi's hand.

Meng Yi knew that it was Qin'er, so he held it gently.

When I turned around, I felt that my eyes lit up:

Na Qin'er, wearing a purple shirt and green skirt, cloud bun and broken sideburns, face like peach blossoms, looking forward to Shenfei, amiable to watch, very cute.

The Wei family accepted the congratulatory gift, recorded it in the gift list, and welcomed Mo Xiaoshuang in, Mo Xiaoshuang turned around and naturally told Yi'er a few words, and then entered the door of the Wei family with a smile.

Meng Yi raised his head, Yan Xiaoyu, Xiao Yu, Xue Zhong, Zheng Shaobai, and everyone followed behind Qin'er's ass without accident.

Meng Yi's gaze swept over their faces, revealing a slight smile.

Xiao Yu nodded slightly, even if he had said hello, his expression still showed a little arrogance.

Meng Yi's smile surprised the other three. For the first time in years, the boy had been seen smiling in front of them.

At this moment, the young man's ears were ringing with Master's gentle voice, "...... The good is like water, the water accommodates all things without fighting, and the evil of all people is guided by the situation, and the appearance of the atmosphere is great! Mu Chaoyang on the back, and there will be a shadow behind you! All things are negative yin and embrace yang, and tolerance is ...... harmony!"

The young man's eyes were peaceful, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and the awe-inspiring atmosphere of the king had already been revealed.

Meng Yi: "Qin'er!"

"Hey!"

"Let's go!" Meng Yi turned around and walked side by side with Qin'er.

Zheng Shaobai's eyes were quick, and at least a year ago, the three-color King Kong shadowless stick in his hand suddenly flashed, but he helped the young man pick up a long section of bright red colored yarn that was blown off by the wind on the top of his head.

Seeing that the young man was heroic and extraordinary, Xiao Yu was secretly happy in his heart, and he couldn't help but follow.

Yan Xiaoyu and Xue Zhong glanced at each other, their expressions a little dumbfounded.

That Yan Xiaoyu caught a glimpse of the young man holding Qin'er's little hand, and the nameless fire suddenly broke out, and shouted: "Meng Yi!!"

The boy stopped.

There is no looking back,

Slightly surprised,

Surprised, but not because of Yan Xiaoyu's roar.

Instead, a long sigh came from the blue tile and red wall on the west side of the gate, "Hey!sigh~"

The sigh was from a man crouching in the corner.

But I saw that the man was wearing a shabby white shirt, pedaling black deep-barreled broken skin mille-feuille animal skin boots, a bamboo silk thin noose tied to the waist of the waist, and a poinsettia gourd with a large head and a thin neck.

The young man let go of Qin'er's hand and turned around and walked over.

Yan Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, and secretly thought: "Nima, don't dump me, what's the situation!", and followed.

Closer to take a closer look, although the middle-aged man was dressed in a slightly shabby coarse cloth robe, he was also handsome and dignified, with no crown on his head, his hair tied on the top, and a lilac scarf.

What makes people particularly curious is that the man has a bun on his head, and he actually uses more than three inches, and two small bamboo swords, one green and one white, pass through horizontally.

Seeing Meng Yi come forward, the man raised his head slightly, glanced at the young man obliquely, and used a copper knife to still sharpen a piece of blue bamboo in his hand.

Meng Yi squatted down, the middle-aged man seemed to be slightly startled, took a step back, and a small cloud of blue mist immediately rose between his hands, "Why do you want to buy my sword?"

Meng Yi was taken aback, and Shi Cai clearly saw a complete piece of green bamboo in the man's hand, and in the blink of an eye, it became a small bamboo sword of more than four inches.

Meng Yi blinked and looked back at Qin'er.

Qin'er was probably thinking about the young man, but she didn't pay attention, but when she saw Meng Yi turn around, she just thought that the young man liked the small and chic bamboo sword, so she asked with a smile, "Uncle, how much is your little sword?"

The man didn't raise his head, but lowered his head and said: "It's rude and hard to get into the table, smell the wine outside the wall!" Sell this little sword, just get together enough for a congratulatory gift and a gourd of fine wine!"

After that, the middle-aged man inserted the copper knife into a cowhide scabbard at his ankle, took off the wine gourd, raised it above his head, his mouth was facing down, and shook it vigorously, a drop of wine dripped out of the gourd, and the man hurriedly opened his mouth to catch it, wrapped in a large mouthful of saliva, stretched his neck, and swallowed it with a grunt.

Shake it harder, the wine gourd did not drip wine, and the man cried with a sad face, his eyes were extremely disappointed.

The young man couldn't bear it, and turned out one or two pieces of silver in the inner pocket of his underwear, "Uncle! Yi'er only has these! It's the pocket money that my mother gave me today, I originally wanted to buy a string of pears and jujube sugar gourds for Qin'er in the town~......"

The young man turned his head again, pouting, his eyes inquiring, full of childishness, and looked at Qin'er.

Qin'er smiled and nodded vigorously, and the small Buyao tassel on her head trembled lightly with the wind.

The young man was overjoyed: "Uncle! Bring the gourd! Go to the town to get some wine!"

The boy took the uncle's hand and put the broken silver into his palm.

The broken silver actually passed through the uncle's palm out of thin air and fell to the ground.

Meng Yi was taken aback, his eyes were about to fall out, he picked up the broken silver, pulled his uncle's palm, tilted his head and turned over and looked up and down.

The middle-aged man shrank his big hand, pursed his lips, moved his big nose, hid his face and frowned, and looked disgusted: "Not enough! Not enough! Your silver sweat smells so heavy!"

A slender little hand handed over a silver ingot of ten taels from Meng Yi's shoulder, "Uncle~ This is enough! Give me the bamboo sword!"

Meng Yi took the uncle's hand, and Qin'er handed the silver to the man's palm.

The uncle didn't look up, squinted slightly, and moved his nose, "Well, this is good! This ingot of silver is so fragrant and elegant! Well, it's good!"

The young man put the small piece of broken silver into the uncle's hand, "Uncle, ten taels as a congratulatory gift! After eating the wedding banquet, I will go to the town to beat a gourd of wine with the broken silver!

Before the words fell, the silver had already passed through the palm, and the young man had already prepared, and his little hand caught it under the uncle's palm in time.

The young man was completely stunned, stood up, turned around and handed the silver to Qin'er, hurriedly squatted down again, held the man's big hand tightly with both hands, looked at it over and over, and broke the thick and long fingers, raised them, and looked at the sunlight, nothing special.

The corners of the man's mouth were slightly upturned, his eyes were indifferent and empty, and he didn't care, letting the young man fiddle with it up and down, left and right.

If Meng Yi summoned the Cloud Shadow Sword to volley out of the air at this time, Yun'er would be able to recognize this person.

This person is none other than the Holy City Knight Gaiye, who is "shadowless in the waning moon and light in the seven stars".

Meng Yi looked back and looked at Qin'er, his eyes rolled straight, and there was some sadness in his eyes:

"Qin'er, is my uncle sick? I don't have strength in my hands and feet, I can't hold anything!"

Gaye smiled secretly and said, "No wine to drink, no meat to eat! Of course I don't have the strength to hold anything!"

But I heard Yan Xiaoyu shouting behind his back:

"Hey, Mengyi! What do you care about a person named Hanako? What about your sword? Don't play any tricks today! Let's find an open place to compete!"

Xiao Yu glanced at Yan Xiaoyu, stepped forward and squatted down, leaning forward: "Uncle, you wait a while, I'll go get you wine and buy meat!"

Yan Xiaoyu was a little confused: Nima, when I am air!

Meng Yi was slightly taller, turned his face slightly, and unintentionally looked down from Xiao Yu's white neck and saw the pink clothes in Xiao Yu's small breasts.

The young man's ears turned red, he quickly turned his face away, his eyes rolled, and suddenly he felt that something was wrong, and he looked back at the inner part of Xiao Yu's lotus blossom, and was shocked, "Why is she wearing a thin and dark night walking dress in her red dress, is this popular among girls now?"

Xiao Yu seemed to be aware of the direction of the young man's gaze with the girl's intuition, flashed a glance at Brother Meng Yi, pressed his left hand lightly on his small chest, a blush flew on his face, grabbed the wine gourd in Gaiye's hand, and immediately got up, "Uncle, don't run around! Xiao Yu will be back in a moment!"

Gayer grabbed his hands in the air: "Hey, little girl!hey~!"

Xiao Yu's figure flickered, and he had long since disappeared.

Meng Yi looked anxious and grabbed Gayer's big hand.

Qin'er put away her skirt, squatted down next to the young man, and glanced at Brother Mengyi,

"Brother Meng Yi! Uncle Meng Yi's face is ruddy, his breath is even, he doesn't look sick, it's you! His ears are red, his eyes are dodging, is there something wrong!"

Qin'er smiled lightly, how could the scene of the right talent escape the girl's eyes, and in the depths of her heart, there was a trace of pain that flashed for no reason.

The ignorant teenager may not have noticed the girl's delicate feelings, and he will really regard himself as a miracle doctor.

Because Mo Xiaoshuang is from Shushan and knows a lot of fairy grass and spirit flowers, usually the villagers have some headaches and colds, they will come to Meng Yi's house, and let Mo Xiaoshuang pick up some herbs and go back to boil soup and drink, and they are cured.

Meng Yi has been exposed to it since he was a child, and now he also learns from his mother's appearance and wants to treat his uncle.

The young man put down his uncle's hand and helped the wooden dragon knife on his back.

"Uncle, open your mouth!"

Gayer's eyelids rolled, and he glanced at the young man, feeling funny in his heart, but his face was like frost:

"Do you want to look at the teeth! or look at the tongue coating!"

Qin'er covered her mouth and snickered, and put the silver in the man's hand again: "Uncle, are these silver taels enough? This bamboo sword is so beautiful! I want to buy it!"

Gaiye shook the silver in his hand: "Of course it's not enough!"

This time, the silver was firmly in Gayer's hand.

Meng Yi hurriedly grabbed his hand, shook his head, and began to wonder if he was dazzled just now.

The young man took Gueye's big hand in his small hands and squeezed it vigorously.

Gaye smiled secretly, his eyelids matched, and a misty lightning purple in his eyes flashed by.

Meng Yi felt that Gayer's big hand was suddenly as light as a feather, his hands seemed to hold a pool of spring water, and it seemed to grasp a ball of air, empty, nowhere to focus, obviously the silver was in the palm of Gayer's hand, but he was holding it in his hand.

Qin'er felt a little strange when she saw Meng Yi squeezing and rubbing Guye's big hand, but asked, "Uncle, how much does Uncle Uncle want to sell this little bamboo sword for?"

Gaye withdrew his hand in an instant and raised a finger.

"How much?" Yan Xiaoyu rushed up, asking loudly.

"What kind of bamboo sword are you, what kind of thing, you want to sell it for 100 taels, Qin'er, let's go! This is a liar!"

Qin'er was pulled by Yan Xiaoyu and stood up.

Hearing someone say that he was a liar, Gaye slowly raised his head......

Meng Yi was busy with his own eyes, his eyes kept following Gaiye's big hand, he felt too strange, how could this sharp-looking, tall and rugged man in front of him have skin as soft as bones.

In the eyes of the teenager, Gaye at this moment is like a rare animal.

The young man leaned in front of Gaye again, stretched out two fingers, and pressed Gayer's cold face like a knife,

"Is it really a snap of a finger!" Meng Yi was already a little confused.

I didn't feel it, the muscles on Gayer's face were not only soft, but also bony, and even a little cold.

Curiosity prompted the boy to use his fingers to pick up a lump of meat, and after two attempts, he pinched up a layer of flesh.

"Brother Mengyi!" Qin'er hurriedly squatted down again, pulled away the young man's hand, and whispered: "Brother Mengyi~ What's wrong with you?

Meng Yi suddenly realized: Nima, I was so curious! I forgot that my uncle was a living person.

Gaye said slowly, "Boy, have you touched enough?"

The boy hurriedly retracted his hand, "Enough! enough, enough, enough!"

Suddenly felt that this was inappropriate, "Oh, no! no~"

Gayer's eyes widened: "Huh?

Meng Yi was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly waved his hand: "No! not ~! uncle!"

Qin'er knew that Brother Meng Yi was loyal, and seeing that this person made Brother Meng Yi a little at a loss, and his face was embarrassed, Qin'er's eyes flickered a few times, and she smiled secretly, and said: "Uncle! My brother Meng Yi touched you!

"Haha! haha!" Guy laughed and clapped his hands.

Qin'er hurriedly took the young man's hand, turned around and left.

"Give it! One hundred taels! Bamboo sword, it's mine!"

A cold, piercing voice suddenly sounded in the air.

Qin'er and Meng Yi both raised their heads.

But I saw a handsome young man in white clothes and white hair, white eyebrows and jade face, ice blue eyes, and a white Xuanhua silk robe trimmed with ice silk with a placket on the placket, riding on a tall white horse with a majestic figure, standing nearby.

The horse's name is Snow Shadow, the whole body is as white as snow, there is no variegation, the mane is very long, the column is divided to the right, and the tail is like a white cloud crossing the stream, drifting and long.

Snow shadows can travel thousands of miles a day, galloping endlessly, the speed is extremely fast, chasing the wind and shadows.

The boy looked like he was about sixteen or seventeen years old, his face was like jade, calm and cold, his eyes were like a cold pool, clear and ice blue, his body was slender and awe-inspiring, and a long-handled transparent ice spirit bear sword was obliquely inserted on his back, which made people daunting.

A foot away, the young man's right arm moved, took out a jujube red gold money bag from his arms, and threw it down in the air with a raised hand.

Gaye still lowered his head, and his eyelids didn't lift a bit, but the locks of messy hair on his forehead seemed to move slightly with the wind, and the jujube red money bag instantly hung in the air and stopped two feet in front of the white horse's forehead.

The white-haired boy was startled, and with a pull on the reins, the white horse kicked his steps and took half a step back, his long snow-colored mane stretched out in the wind, and the air around him began to churn slightly.

The white-haired young man was surprised, his eyes slowly fell on Meng Yi, and he thought to himself: "This technique of fixing objects in the air is very good, could it be that there is a master with super soul power here?"

Of course, Meng Yi knew this technique of telekinesis, and he was vomiting when he was eight or nine years old, although his current soul power cultivation had rebounded significantly, and he had only reached the intermediate level of the Yuqing Xuan Rank, and he had just been able to hold a wood-level weapon, but this technique of telekinesis was still powerless.

Meng Yi shrugged at the boy and said that he was innocent.

Qin'er didn't seem to disdain to look at the white-haired young man at all, and she was not used to seeing this technique of fixing things in the air, so she turned a blind eye, and looked up at Brother Mengyi's face, her eyes were a little misty, and she held the young man's arm: "Brother Mengyi! Let's go! Let's go to Erniang!

The white-haired boy seemed to be extremely disgusted by this scene of showing affection in broad daylight, and pouted slightly.

The white-haired boy would never have thought that this skill of the Void Fixation was used by the person in front of him. Then he turned his face and glared at Yan Xiaoyu, Zheng Shaobai, and Xue Zhong.

Yan Xiaoyu is fifteen years old, he has never set foot in the rivers and lakes, of course he doesn't know the height of the sky, seeing the young man staring at him, he was angry for a while, and he spoke as if he had just climbed out of the dung pit after eating and hadn't had time to wipe his mouth, and yelled:

"Look at what you look like! Look at your decrepit appearance! When people do happy events, you wear a white satin! Are you running for a funeral! Is it a dead father? Or is it a dead mother?"

Meng Yi and Qin'er were shocked, this Yan Xiaoyu spoke too indisproportionately, this was too hurtful.

Gaye looked into the distance, fiddling with the green bamboo sword in his hand, and swallowed his saliva, "Where's my wine?"

It seems that everything in the world has nothing to do with him except for wine.

Meng Yi and Qin'er both looked at the white-haired boy timidly, expecting that the boy would be furious.

The white-haired young man's icy blue eyes suddenly became hollow and cold, looking at Yan Xiaoyu, he actually smiled slightly, revealing a hint of mockery, and the transparent ice spirit sword on his back had already surfaced a cherry purple light

The killing machine is on the horizon.

Next to Qin'er, under Meng Yi's feet, a crimson golden light suddenly flashed......