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The name of the Snowflake Yin, Poetry Collection, Wind Flower Snow Moon contains infinite literary implications, so that everyone, including Yu Xiu, was stunned for a while. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After all, this is the Xuanji Pavilion, and the scene produced by the strange star just now is really eye-catching, so at this time, as soon as this collection of poems that is incompatible with the name of the Xuanji Pavilion is presented in front of everyone, it immediately makes everyone present a little confused.

After a long time, Yu Lian and the others reacted, looking at the scroll of the snowflake poetry book that Yu Xiu was holding in his hand, and all the children couldn't help laughing.

"Hahahaha! This, what kind of thing is this Nima? The master originally looked at that star and made such a big movement, and thought that some peerless mystic skill was about to appear!

I didn't expect that after a long time, what kind of poetry collection did it have, and it jumped into the hands of our young master Yuxiu, quack! It's really gratifying and congratulatory Young Master Yuxiu, your reputation as a cultivator waste is really not for nothing, even if you enter the Xuanji Pavilion and choose a Xuanji, you can give the whole collection of poems, it's really worthy of its reputation!

Listening to Yu Lian's smug and sarcastic ridicule, Yu Xiu and Lu'er's brows couldn't help frowning slightly, but immediately after, those young people of the Yu family who were not willing to lag behind also mocked proudly.

"Hahaha, that's it! Brother Yu Lian said it so reasonably, it seems that our eldest young master is really not suitable for cultivation, so he can only engage in literary and artistic things!"

"Yes, yes, I said Young Master Yuxiu, don't be sad, take that kind of poetry collection, go back and study it carefully, maybe you can become a literary Confucian! Anyway, you are a cultivation waste, no matter how you do, there is no way to change it, this life is like this! Isn't it? Hahahaha!"

The harsh words, through the name of the book of snowflake poetry, came out of the mouths of Yu Lian and other ignorant teenagers.

However, at this time, Yuxiu didn't have the heart to deal with these stupid guys, because his attention was all on the scroll of the snowflake poetry book in his hand.

Perhaps in the eyes of their self-righteous idiots, this is nothing more than a collection of poems of a very literary nature, but in Yuxiu's opinion, things are not so simple.

Because whether it is from the place where the scroll appears, or the amazing performance of the strange star before, it fully shows the anomalies of the snowflake poetry collection.

As the saying goes, there must be a demon when things go wrong! Yu Lian and others can't see through the truth, but Yu Xiu can easily see it thoroughly, so he didn't discard it with disgust because the scroll in his hand was not a mystical skill, but solemnly put it away, and said to Lu'er with a smile: "I have chosen, it is this book of snowflake poetry!"

"Ah? I, I heard you right? This waste said, just choose this book of poems that I don't know what it is? Is this thing's head broken, or is it already lacking in eyes?"

Yu Lian and the others saw that Yu Xiu was not only not depressed by this, but seemed to be very happy, and left the Xuanji Pavilion directly with Lu'er, and the little friends suddenly felt a little confused, and even felt that Yu Xiu's head was really kicked by a donkey.

Looking at Yu Xiu's departing figure, these self-righteous guys felt a slight sense of loss in their hearts, and then they became proud again.

"Hmph, this waste is pretending, isn't it just a book of broken poems, and I thought I had found a treasure, wait, I don't believe you can use this thing to practice any tricks!"

Yu Lian and the others' ridicule and pride, Yu Xiu naturally couldn't hear it, at this time, he was coming out of the Xuanji Pavilion with Lu'er and arrived at the side of the pavilion guard.

At this time, Yu Xiu was surprised to find that the old man who had been sitting on the pavilion platform and had never moved his body was actually standing next to the pavilion platform, and the face of the ancient well was also flooded with layers of ripples.

Yu Xiu and Lu'er, who were surprised, didn't have time to give a gift and ask each other, but the old man who guarded the pavilion actually spoke first, "Hehe! Lu'er girl, Ah Xiu boy, have you two chosen your own mystical skills?

Hearing this, Yu Xiu and the others immediately reacted from their stunned eyes, and then walked to the side of the old man guarding the pavilion, respectfully took out their chosen mystical skills, and presented them to him.

"Giggles, let Grandpa, look, Lu'er has chosen a set of light attribute body magic techniques, the name is 'Yunxia Ethereal Step'!"

While speaking, Lu'er delicately placed the Xuanji scroll in front of the old man in the pavilion, and at the same time, Yuxiu also took out the scroll of the Xuehua Poetry Collection in her sleeve, and said respectfully: "Senior, the Xuanji I have chosen is very peculiar, it is a poetry collection called Xuehua Yin, you see!"

When the old man heard this, the old man's hands trembled suddenly, and the corners of his mouth muttered: "No wonder, no wonder!"

"Ah, Grandpa Ling, what's the wonder?" Looking at the old man guarding the pavilion's turbulent and complicated face, Lu'er and Yu Xiu were suddenly surprised.

But at this moment, the old man who was guarding the pavilion turned around suddenly, returned to the pavilion platform and sat down, closed his eyes and sank into his heart, and the emotional waves that had appeared on his face were all converged.

"Okay, you two go back! Remember, these two sets of occult techniques can only be practiced by yourself, and must not be obtained by outsiders, understand?"

Seeing that after the old man said this, he fell into a state of silence, Yu Xiu and the two couldn't help but be a little stunned, but they still listened to the old man's reminder, nodded respectfully and withdrew from the pavilion platform with their respective occult skills.

And just after the figures of the two disappeared into the range of the Xuanji Pavilion, the eyes of the old man guarding the pavilion opened again, and he sighed leisurely: "Heh, Xuehua Yin! I didn't expect that after fifty years, your name once again sneaked into my heart, just like her name back then, alas!"

The reverberating sighs surrounded the huge pavilion platform, silently flowing into the depths of the old man's heart, and at the same time evoking his long-hidden memories.

Go back more than fifty years.

At that time, Yingtian, an old man who was just in his early twenties, met the girl who made people feel like a spring breeze and fell in love at first sight, Wan Xueyin!

Wan Xueyin is beautiful, kind, gentle and lovely, and she is very fond of Yingtian, a young hero at the time, and Yingtian was instantly attracted to this girl in an unintentional contact with Wan Xueyin, and the two soon admired each other and fell in love.

But not long after, in order to consolidate the alliance, Wan Xueyin's Wanjia forcefully forced the eldest lady Wan Xueyin to marry the young master of the alliance family, and threatened to kill Yingtian, who was alone immediately, if she did not obey the family's arrangement.

In order to protect her beloved, Wan Xueyin was forced to hurt Yingtian with words helplessly, so that he could leave the place of right and wrong, and she herself, with a sad and sad mood, married into the big family that married.

However, on the day of marriage, Yingtian, who learned the truth of the matter, suddenly came to the scene, and with lightning speed, when everyone failed to react, he directly took Wan Xueyin away.

The two of them quickly escaped from the city, and in the face of the pursuit of countless people behind them, they worked together, and finally escaped from the narrow and narrowly escaped, and away from the scope of the two families, and found an unknown place to live.

In this way, two years have passed, and Yingtian, who has worked hard to cultivate, has not only greatly improved his strength, but also met a master when he went into the mountains to hunt, and obtained a peerless mystical technique called Water Dragon Yintian from him.

However, at this time, a group of extremely powerful masters hired by Wan Xueyin's family at a high price found a place where the two of them lived in seclusion, and a crisis quietly befell Yingtian and Wan Xueyin.

In order to have the strength to face these masters, Yingtian practiced the Xuanji Water Dragon Yintian day and night, but because of his anxiety, he was never able to comprehend the connotation of this set of Xuanji, and the progress of his cultivation was extremely slow.

Seeing this situation, Wan Xueyin was secretly anxious at the same time, but she couldn't help but follow the study of this water dragon yintian, of course, her research was only a superficial text formula.

But it is precisely because of this that the rules of that large number of text formulas were quickly discovered by her meticulous thoughts, and on this basis, she compiled a catchy poetry collection, which made Yingtian's practice speed greatly accelerated, and within a few days, she had already achieved a small success.

Yingtian and Wan Xueyin were very happy, so they named this collection of poems that accumulated the essence of the water dragon Yintian as Xuehuayin to represent the beautiful love between two people.

However, although Yingtian had made good progress in the Water Dragon Yintian, when facing every group of masters whose strength was far superior to him, he was still beaten to the ground and bruised all over his body.

Facing the enemy's murderous butcher's knife, pressing towards his beloved step by step, Wan Xueyin suddenly stepped forward and blocked the fatal knife for the stunned Yingtian at the last moment.

The beloved woman fell into his arms, and the fragrance disappeared! This scene stimulated Yingtian to go crazy suddenly, and under the infinite potential of the stimulus, Xuehua Yin pushed him to finally step into the Dacheng realm of the water dragon Yintian, and killed those masters in one fell swoop, but the beloved will never come back......

This is the end of the picture of the memory, because the old man who guards the pavilion at this time is already in tears.

At the same time, in Yu Xiu's room, the scroll called Xuehua Yin had been slowly spread out by him, who was full of anticipation and excitement.

The picture presented on the scroll is a beautiful scene, with heavy snow falling from the sky, and the whole world is covered in the beautiful and pure snowflakes.

But just when Yuxiu felt a little depressed and puzzled by this, the scene on the screen changed that shocked him and even caught him off guard!