The Flower God Cult is very low-key, and its headquarters are located in a small city in Nanmingzhou.

Except for the four great envoys and some elders with relatively high status, the other cultists did not know the specific place, and they didn't even know what the legendary flower god looked like.

After Xiangmei returned to the county seat, she first found Qingzhu.

This is the courtyard under the name of Xiangmei, and the yard is very ordinary, but there are many plum blossoms. In the deep winter season, plum blossoms bloom, making the lonely winter day a little warmer.

In the courtyard, Xiangmei is playing the piano with her bare hands.

Before she was caught in the Flower God Sect, she was the eldest lady of the scholarly family, and she was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, which also created a cold and innocent character.

Qingzhu held a paper fan and came to her courtyard for the first time.

"The plum blossoms reflect the snow red, and the beautiful woman caresses the piano and the warm breeze!"

Before anyone arrived, Qingzhu's voice had already come, looking at Xiangmei in a red dress falling in the snow, her feminine eyes immediately flashed with lust.

As a disciple of the Flora Cult, hands are commonplace.

And he himself is a lustful person, although he has obtained all kinds of beauties, but he does not have the temperament of Xiangmei, especially the attitude towards him, he looks like he is refused.

That's the case with men, the more things you can't get, the more you can arouse desires.

Because of his refusal to rest with others, Xiangmei's cultivation has stagnated, which has caused the dissatisfaction of the god of flowers, and Qingzhu knows the means of the god of flowers very well, so he judged that Xiangmei invited him to come to listen to the piano and enjoy the snow, and there must be other purposes.

"Slut, I pursued you like that at the beginning, but you looked like you didn't like to answer, and now because of the oppression of Lord Flower, I finally remembered to throw myself into my arms, see how I torture you later."

The corners of Qingzhu's mouth were slightly raised, and sickly excitement flashed in his eyes.

The sound of the piano is curling and the snowflakes are flying.

After seeing Qingzhu walk in, Xiangmei didn't get up, didn't speak, just stroked the piano seriously, and Qingzhu in the courtyard didn't disturb him, standing quietly in the snow, watching silently.

He wants to appreciate first, then shine.

Just like a diner facing delicious food, as long as you see the cooking process first, you can truly taste the taste of the whole dish.

And Qingzhu is a qualified diner.

However, he soon noticed that Xiangmei's sound seemed to be getting faster and faster.

Even the snowflakes falling in the air were stagnant, soft and graceful with a little killing intent, as if it was not snowflakes that fell from the sky at this moment, but thousands of troops.

"You ......"

The sound of the piano is heartfelt.

Qingzhu suddenly changed color, he had already felt a strong killing intent, but he didn't retreat immediately, because he was not afraid.

This is the territory of the Flower God Sect, and Xiangmei is the lowest cultivation among the four messengers.

"Since you don't have a face to face, then don't be unkind, such a beautiful stunner, I will definitely take pity on you."

Qingzhu did not retreat, but advanced, and pressed towards Xiangmei step by step.

As he walked, a cold wind appeared around him, and bamboo leaves swirled around him, making the snow-white courtyard appear green.

"The god of flowers is sleeping now, isn't he?"

Xiangmei was still sitting on the chair, wearing a fiery red cloak, and her snow-white little face did not carry any emotion.

"What do you mean?" Qingzhu frowned slightly, not knowing what she was selling.

"In this case, if I kill you, the god of flowers will not come in the first place."

"Kill me? It's up to you? ”

Qingzhu Ji sneered, but after seeing Xiangmei's indifferent gaze, a chill still rose in his heart, and he immediately began to be vigilant around, and the swirling bamboo leaves around him condensed into a solid defense.

"You have done many evils in your life, and it is not a pity to die."

Xiangmei looked at him, and finished playing the last note in her hand.

The sound of the piano lingered, then gradually dissipated, and when the snowflakes fell again, an arm suddenly stretched out from the shadow at the feet of the green bamboo, and the hand still held a long, narrow knife.

"No ......"

Qingzhu screamed in shock, and the hairs on his body stood up, wanting to dodge, to find that the shadow was like a shadow, and he couldn't get rid of it at all.

The next moment, the arm waved, and his shadow split in two.

"This ...... How could it be ......"

Qingzhu's eyes widened, a blood mark oozed from his snow-white neck, his eyes were round, and he couldn't believe what had just happened until he died.

The human head was separated, and blood gushed out.

The moment his corpse fell to the ground, a green light flew out, and then hung silently above the corpse.

It was a verdant piece of bamboo, and there were a few bamboo leaves growing on it, as if carved from jasper, which was very delicate.

At the same time, dozens of miles away, in a place hundreds of feet deep under the Qinglou, there was a huge abyss that was bottomless.

Beneath the abyss stands an altar.

Around the altar, there are white bones, and I don't know how many people have died here.

In the middle of the altar, there is a two-color flower, white on the left and black on the right, about half a person high, and what is even more strange is that there are two faces on the black and white petals, one male and one female.

The men are extremely ugly, and the women are delicate and moving.

It's a pity that both faces are eyes closed, and they seem to have fallen into a deep sleep.

But at the moment of Qingzhu's death, the black and white flowers trembled slightly, the two faces in the sleep showed a look of struggle, and the two pairs of eyelids trembled at the same time, as if they were about to wake up from their slumber.

This state lasted for a long time, and in the end, he still didn't wake up.

……

After Aotake's death, the shadow beneath him twisted, then condensed into the form of a Shadow Ninja, and the next moment he re-disappeared in Xiangmei's shadow.

Looking at Qingzhu's corpse lying in a pool of blood, Xiangmei's face was indifferent.

As the saying goes, if you do too much injustice, you will kill yourself.

This guy doesn't know how many women have come to cultivate in order to cultivate, coupled with his perverted nature, the fate of those women is very miserable. Such a person will have retribution sooner or later.

"It's a pity that you died too happily."

Xiangmei raised her hand and grabbed the green bamboo, and then the yard collapsed, burying the body of the green bamboo under the courtyard, which became the nourishment for those plum blossoms.

……

The city where Xiangmei is located is called Nanfeng City, and the lord of this place is a monk in the middle of Jindan.

Ever since he accepted the concubine room, the South Wind City Lord felt that his body was getting worse day by day, and not only was he unable to improve his cultivation, but there were signs of regression.

During this time, he visited famous doctors, but did not find the cause.

Today's heavy snowfall, the city lord of Nanfeng hid in his backyard with a brown knife in his hand, with a sound of explosion, the flying snow in the sky was melted into raindrops by the blazing heat, and when the raindrops fell, they were evaporated into neatness by the high temperature.

In the hazy mist, a woman in a pink and white dress came with soup in her hand.

The mist penetrated a group, revealing a looming snow-white skin, like mutton fat jade.

The slender legs are dazzling as they walk, the green silk is draped behind their backs, the embroidered eyebrows are like willows, the eyes are smiling, and the pink red lips are like peaches, which makes people want to take a bite.

In particular, there is a small orchid printed on the center of the woman's eyebrows.

The South Wind City Lord, who was playing with a knife, shouted violently, and slashed a knife into the air to strike Changhong, and then exploded in mid-air, so it was not mighty.

"Lan'er, why are you here?"

The city lord of the south wind reminded the burly, his face was resolute, but it was a pity that the bags under his eyes were slightly drooping and a little gray.

"It's cold, Lan'er saw that the city lord was practicing hard, so she personally cooked a bowl of soup, you can taste it while it's hot."

Lan'er exhales like an orchid, with a little enchantment in her delicate drops!

The South Wind City Lord threw away the big sword, and as a result, Lan'er handed over the soup, and then his face turned bitter.

I saw that the soup was full of nourishing things such as wolfberry, mulberry, and yellow essence......

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