A little vermilion is particularly charming, maybe it is stained with wind and dust, and the charm in her bones is intoxicating.

The woman's surname is Zhu, and she has a poetic name, Zhu Cijing.

There is a small building in the sheepfold, and the dignitaries are fascinated, and they are the most nostalgic. If you don't have three or five days into the small building, you won't want to leave, the reason is that the women in this small building are all surnamed "Zhu". Since ancient times, the filthy things that have plagued people's wives and daughters have made people despicable, but in addition to the Confucian scholars who have read the books of the sages, many people scoff at them on the surface, but deep down they have an impulse, avoiding them when they talk about them, and jealous when they read them. Those who set foot in the sheepfold know the obscurity, so they are most happy to go to the small stilted building. In the meantime, the women have tasted all the hardships of the world, and the brocade clothes and jade food are like poison in their eyes.

Zhu Cijing has been smart since childhood, and he is very clear about his life experience, on this old monarch pavilion, the women surnamed Zhu are all incense of old animals, and they are eighteen years old for the Ding furnace, and after twenty years, they enter the sheepfold and become a tool. The woman remembered that she had just turned eighteen that year, and the Funiu Mountains ushered in the first snow, and now that day, Zhu He, who was forced to wait that night, was brought to the room, and all kinds of unbearable and difficult to narrate, she didn't even have the courage to recall. After entering the sheepfold, he got rid of Zhu He, but the hard days had just begun, and Zhu Yi was nominally his brother, but he was stationed in the low-stilted building, and from time to time he would ride horses and whips with dignitaries and dignitaries, and play a big drama of "brother and sister love". Seeing him finally taste the consequences today, he is half of his evil anger.

A woman can sing and dance, she can do everything to play the piano and cook wine, but she picked up the dagger today but was very rusty, and her jade hands trembled again and again. She kept taking a deep breath and told herself: "As long as you stab forward, you can save countless women, do not do to others what you do not want, I know the pain in the meantime, I don't want other women to go this way again, the sheepfold should not exist in the world." ”

Zhu He stood alone at the threshold of the pavilion at this time, and everyone outside saw the graceful woman holding a dagger, Chen Yuzhi and his party widened their eyes, not understanding where this woman came from, and wanted to stab Zhu He and was a little afraid, and the trembling hands could be detected in the distance, and the disciples of the Laojun Pavilion saw this scene and shouted: "Pavilion master, be careful behind you!"

Zhu Cijing no longer hesitated, if he lost this opportunity, he was afraid that he would regret it for life. She raised her hand to Zhu He's neck and stabbed it fiercely, with a resolute expression.

The pavilion master didn't look back, and crushed the dagger with his backhand, and then laughed cruelly. He had already felt the faint killing intent of the woman behind him, but he was lucky enough to be unable to move before, if she could be ruthless at that time, he might be killed, but at this time it was different, the toxins in his body had been refined, and the disordered meridians had resumed circulation. He smiled and turned slowly, calming down, a little surprised to see the woman. The old guy has a good memory, he knows every Ding furnace, Zhu Cijing is no exception, this graceful woman is a top grade, if it weren't for the supreme road of joy and Zen that he was bent on, he really wanted to keep her by his side.

"But there's hatred in your heart?"

The woman didn't bow her head or speak, she just stared at Zhu He, hating herself for missing a great opportunity.

Zhu He raised his hand and pinched the woman's neck, as if carrying a chicken easily, Zhu Cijing's jade feet struggled, his toes could not touch the ground, the old pavilion master smiled: "I can't see the betrayal of a woman the most, what if you hate me to the bone? The rivers and lakes are turbulent, you think you will have a good life if you leave the Laojun Pavilion? Cijing, you are as stubborn as your mother, I remember pinching her neck like this back then, since you don't want brocade clothes and jade food, then go to death!"

At this time, Zhu Yiyi changed his normal state, and he didn't care at all that there were still some people in the rivers and lakes looking at him, as long as he could rely on the big tree of Chen Jingxing, why couldn't he get a foothold? He just wanted to strangle those troublesome juniors today, and then ravage the Holy Maiden of Jiulong Mountain. Thinking of this, the palm of his hand is forceful, not slow or urgent, as if he is appreciating the final struggle and pain of the Ding Furnace.

Li Xiyang has never spoken, he has never been contaminated with murder in his hands, and he is not as decisive as Chen Yuzhi, but his dislike for Lao Junge is the strongest. It is said that the parents of the body hair and skin, this Zhu He has reached the place of common anger of people and gods, not only bullying his wife and daughter, but also letting hundreds and thousands of people humiliate him back and forth, seeing Zhu He's big words, he can no longer suppress the anger in his heart, the woman called Zhu Cijing is still struggling, but there is no trace of pain on her face, as if death is the only relief, for the little miscellaneous hair of the cultivator, he can best capture the details and speculate on people's hearts...... I don't know how long the woman has been suffering before she can show such a look, seeing her body as death as home, and herself as a mustard.

Xiao Zamao shook his robe angrily, let go of his palm, and thundered the peachwood sword embedded in the floor tiles for three points.

He threw away the peachwood sword, and said to Lao Junge and Zhu Hesenran: "This is a sorrow, ten years of continuous trouble, annoying the north wind. The snow in the head field of Barberry should not be stained with dust, not stuck in the mud, and the Laojun Pavilion should not exist......"

Li Xiyang made another move after worshipping the sea from the immortals, he stretched out his arm, palms facing the sky, as if he wanted to catch Bai Xue, those words were sad and angry, and the strange behavior made everyone puzzled.

The wind and waves are calm for a breath, and the true intention surges after a breath, the main peak of Funiu Mountain is slightly shaken, and the snow on the cliff wall and wood branches fall. Xiao Shao Mao slowly raised his hand, raising it higher and higher, until the cuffs of his robe slipped off, and one arm was already raised towards the sky.

Everyone froze in place, in disbelief, the Taoist robe actually held up the entire main pavilion in the air with one hand, like a celestial being.

With these resentments in anger, the pavilion gradually entered the air, and then an arm was thrown to one side, and the main pavilion crashed into the Funiu Mountains like snow, with a loud bang, and several messes.

Immortals worship the sea, and the trail shakes the pavilion.

Do not seek redress of grievances, only seek the purity of the world.

Zhu He didn't know where to retreat, leaving only the dying Zhu Cijing collapsed to the ground, and the attic was gone, only an empty area remained.

Li Xiyang slowly walked in front of the woman, picked her up, and stood in the snow with his head bowed silently. The curvaceous woman was a little weak, but she seemed to understand what the warmth of this world was.

Zhu Cijing's neck was bruised, and he was a little reluctant to even squeeze out a smile, but he still laughed softly: "It turns out ...... There are not all evil people in this world, it turns out that there is warmth in this world, it's good to be so simple and clean, stranger, thank you......"

Xiao Zamao hugged the woman and returned to the green shirt and cloth jacket, and said helplessly: "One trick is exhausted, and then it's up to you!"

Sang Zhi and Ye Wanwan were the most moved, as women, they would have been more sentimental, and if it weren't for the help of the three of them today, I am afraid that the end would be the same as this woman. Li Xiyang is desperate to destroy the Laojun Pavilion, this kindness and fearlessness are admirable, whoever speaks is ruthless?

I love the snow after the north wind is clear, but I am worried that it is not suitable to climb.

Zhu He helped the man in the python robe to appear in the mountain behind the Laojun Pavilion, and everyone can die today, but this big Buddha cannot.

Chen Jingxing still looked indifferent, as if he was not panicked at all, and said: "Pavilion Master Zhu, I don't want to see those people again after today, do you know?"