There is a plum pavilion in the famous sword villa, the cold winter wax moon drifts light snow, it is a good season for plum blossoms to bloom, Li Molan is alone in the plum pavilion to enjoy the plum blossoms, neither drinking nor sitting, standing quietly, wearing a green coat standing in the pavilion, it looks extraordinarily cold and lonely. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

During this period of time, he lived in the Famous Sword Villa, and the qi in his body was never fully recovered, especially those meridians that were depleted or even atrophied still needed to be cultivated, so he never left, he didn't know much about Dongyu, and he didn't know the strength of the cultivators here, his current combat strength was honest, and he didn't even have the strength of the dragon's eye primordial realm, so he really didn't dare to rush into the world, so he had to spend the night first with a shy face.

If you don't cultivate well, then those shrunken Ren Du two veins will fall into trouble, and it will be reflected when pursuing the true meaning of martial arts in the future, and he is helpless, but if it is raised, plus the perception after that sword, it will naturally be of great benefit to the future of the sword, and it will be a blessing in disguise, and it is not impatient, in addition to being familiar with the husband and pawn inside and outside the famous sword villa, it is to look at the scenery here, and there is time to go to the Pinghu forest to see Xiaoqing, the old cow has a free and easy personality, and when he finds it, he is with a hairy deer Qingqing and me, which makes people laugh。

The winter of Dongyu is not as violent as Beihai, this season in Beihai should be the scene of goose feathers and heavy snow falling, but in the northernmost area of Pinghu City, Gusai Prefecture, Dongyu, it is just a charming little snow flakes, like pear blossoms, and there is a different style, there is no thick three-foot snow on the ground, but the fun of winter has not been less, and it is also a good enjoyment to see the snowy scenery inside and outside the Sword Villa.

It is obviously best to sit down in the plum pavilion and warm a pot of wine, but Li Molan is a guest, so naturally she is embarrassed to have so many requests, it is enough to look at the plum blossoms to kill time, although Shui Zhu is the maid who is responsible for taking care of him, but I heard that the eldest lady who went shopping in Pinghu City in the famous sword villa recently is coming back, so today she made an exception and did not follow Li Molan without leaving an inch, but hurried to greet the eldest lady who had a very good relationship with Shui Zhu.

Although Li Molan has lived in the Famous Sword Villa for a few days, and is familiar with the people here, especially those maids, she has never seen the owner of Zhang Ruiheng, probably because the owner of the village is entangled in affairs on weekdays as the owner of the Famous Sword Villa, as for the lady of the owner, she happened to go to Pinghu City with the eldest lady of the Famous Sword Villa these days, so she and he have not met him yet, and they are very strange.

"Hey, who are you, why are you in Zhuangzi?" someone shouted from behind Li Molan.

The voice was crisp and lovely, it must be a lovely woman, he turned his head to look, and saw a girl in a thick coat standing on the sheep intestine path outside the Plum Appreciation Pavilion, the water beads trotted all the way not far away, hurriedly stood beside her, and said to Li Molan: "Li Gongzi, this is my young lady." ”

"It's you. Seeing Li Molan's appearance, the girl's eyes lit up, and she suddenly found that this was the young man who was rescued by her father a month and a half ago, and thought that it was really better to open her eyes, but she said calmly: "My name is Zhang Xiaoping, what is your name?"

Li Molan said gently: "Under Li Molan, thank you for saving your life." ”

"Li Gongzi...... What is your origin? Why were you caught by my father when you were dying?" Zhang Xiaoping seemed to recite this name in her heart, and she liked it quite much, listening to his gentle and soft tone of voice without losing her grace, she was very impressed, but she still asked the questions that had to be asked very calmly in her mouth, pretending to have no feelings for him.

Li Molan smiled lightly: "A swordsman who walks the rivers and lakes, met a powerful enemy, and fought to the death with him, although it was a fluke to get a miserable victory, but it was almost out of breath, thanks to the owner of the village for saving his life." ”

"Swordsman?" Zhang Xiaoping's eyes lit up, she walked up to Li Molan's side, looked up and down, and asked, "Do you know how to cultivate?" or the kind of three-legged cat kung fu martial artist?"

Li Molan smiled when she heard this, and said, "That's probably going to disappoint Miss, I'm just a martial artist who can't cultivate." ”

"Is it just a martial artist...... the little girl frowned and asked, "How many products?"

Martial arts are divided into one grade to nine grades, from high to low, and the first grade is the peak creation realm where Li Molan is located, but he doesn't want to say anything too shocking, so he was silent for a while and said softly: "It's just a first-grade martial artist." ”

"Yipin, that's also amazing!" Zhang Xiaoping's disappointed look just now became high again, the strength of the first-grade martial arts has been matched with the cultivators of the Enlightenment Dao Realm, and the martial artists of the peak realm of the first grade are said to be able to fight the cultivators of the three primordial realms, but although everyone can practice martial arts throughout the ages, there are very few who can really reach this level, after all, it is just a rumor, most people who go to the rivers and lakes can have a third or fourth grade are considered small masters.

After all, there are only tens of thousands of cultivators with the talent of cultivation in the entire Dongyu, most of them are absorbed by various military or family sect forces, while the number of martial artists is in the millions, most of them are people in the rivers and lakes or battlefield soldiers.

The number of people who cultivate martial arts in Beihai is relatively small, but it is relatively prosperous in Dongyu, after all, the legendary old Mr. Bai of the Dongyu Sword Zun who sits in the palace is a martial arts cultivator, and he has suppressed the world's cultivation masters so much that he can't raise his head?

Thinking of Mr. Bai of Dongyu Daozun, and then thinking about the handsome son in front of him who had reached the realm of first-class at a young age, Zhang Xiaoping suddenly guessed that this Li Gongzi was the legendary disciple of Mr. Bai? This does not seem to be right, Mr. Bai's personal disciple is said to be a young man with a knife, after all, he has inherited the mantle of Dongyu Daozun, and he is not a sword-tricker, it seems that this swordsman Li Gongzi should not be the legendary person.

"Is it amazing?" Li Molan was slightly stunned, only to realize that his standard was not quite right, a first-grade martial artist is really an ant that can be killed casually for him or for those genius cultivators in Beihai, it is simply not worth mentioning, if it is Emperor Zizhai's Jun Buxie, I am afraid that he will not be interested in glancing, but for ordinary people, this is already a terrifying thing, he couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, thinking that he should not report too high, but in the end he still reported high.

The realm is different, the things you see are different, a first-grade martial artist can match the middle realm of enlightenment and the rear realm, even if you change to a cultivator, this strength is not weak, seventy percent of cultivators may not be able to enter the three realms in their lifetime, doesn't it mean that seventy percent of cultivators are only the strength of a first-grade martial artist in their lifetime?

Zhang Xiaoping carefully looked at the son in front of her, the more she looked at it, the more she had a good impression, in the final analysis, she was just a young girl, easy to be deceived by the appearance of her skin, according to her previous standards, the person she liked was at least a cultivator, and she must be better than her father, not to mention that she had to have a dragon's eye realm, if she was younger, then the cultivation of the three realms could also be achieved, but now that she saw Li Molan, she actually lowered the unshakable principle in her heart again and again, which really made people laugh and cry.

She sat in the plum blossom pavilion, looked at Li Molan in a green shirt standing in the pavilion, and asked, "What are you looking at? Looking at the snow, looking at the plum blossoms?"

Shui Zhu also looked at him curiously.

Li Molan quietly looked at the first red plum blossom blooming in the courtyard, looked at the hoarfrost covering the plum blossoms, and many phantoms appeared in front of her.

I wanted to reach out but couldn't touch it, it was like a bubble and scattered, only those people or things flickered back and forth like a marquee.

Although it is thousands of miles away, whether it is the old residence on the other side of the mountain, or the No. 12 courtyard in Wutong Lane in Lin'an City, it should also be snowing, right?

In front of me is a touch of red in countless snow, and the red is plum blossoms.

Memories are the same as a touch of red in countless snow, and the red is the clothes.

Hearing the question of the eldest lady of Mingjian Villa, he had a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and said softly: "Look at people." ”

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(ps: Tang Xi, Yu Huaji, all of them, no need to guess, another question, do you like two chapters so that you can read them separately, or do you like to read them all at once?If you dislike a single chapter that is too short, I can combine the two palms and send it out at once, the number of words remains the same, cough cough...... In that case, there will be one change a day, and one change will be about four or five thousand words (to be continued.) )