"No, I think chrysanthemums are pretty good." Shang Nan Tang stood stunned, his mouth was a big circle.

Why is it good?

More than ten bundles of white clothes hugged the jagged yellow, this is a chrysanthemum, which is very similar to the beautiful dress in the young man's mind. It's not pretty, as long as it's there, it's good.

How could Shang Nan Tangerine not like it.

The man in black, with green eyes, and a chrysanthemum planter, this is Qi Hua.

Qi Hua thinks she is the most romantic in the world. The ancestors of the old Qi family are not very rich, his father is a butcher, and his mother is a weak woman. This is the origin of the name, the older one picked up his father's machete and fought for "slaughter" and earned the assets of the Grand Duke of the Three Counties. He picked up a "flower", and there were three potentials of the sword, which attracted the flower to bloom and thank people for their melancholy.

"You have a vision." Qi Hua is rare to praise. Lying on the chrysanthemum tree, his legs are Erlang's legs, beating the beat, and half of the boots on his legs are kicked out.

"That's that, that's." Shangnan orange cheeks hung red glow. I can't see it and I can't look at your niece, no-this young man didn't dare to say it, so he had to laugh.

Qi Hua picked a chrysanthemum and looked at it: "You shouldn't have come." You shouldn't have come here, you shouldn't have walked the bridge, you shouldn't have come to Qingshan. ”

A "shouldn't", the flower in the hand is a circle, and it will not stop until the four circles are full.

"Why?" Shang Nan Tang was puzzled.

"I'm going to die." Qi Hua shouldn't have said this cliché, she couldn't live with the "most romantic", and she couldn't tell the true meaning of the "three clears". However, the heart can't bear it.

Qi Hua smelled the fragrance of the flowers, the fragrance was tight, and the inexplicable tongue stretched out and licked on the stamen. The ants and insects hidden in the room could not see the sudden pinkness, and one by one they poured out to clamp the filth, but the saliva drowned out.

"Phew. You are a little doll, and you should be the age of the crown, learn what to do, don't take good care of the second elder in the family, and come to this barren mountains and mountains to cause chaos. Qi Hua no longer coveted the sweetness of the stamens, and spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, and a few drunken ant insects were still struggling in the middle.

Qi Hua simply stepped on it, crushed it on the ground on her toes, looked at the young man in front of her who was about to run seventeen, and said with a smile, "You can't listen to what you say, it's all idiot." You're here too, I'm not a good uncle and mother-in-law, I'll give you a gift, and I'll be a game. ”

The words landed, and Qi Hua's hand stroked the chrysanthemum tree on the side. The bark of the tree opened in this caresse, and the shyness rolled up the ripples, revealing the three feet of green blades inside.

The sword is three feet and three inches, the blue iron coat, which is convex and concave and concave, can be called small, but the sword blade is exposed and cannot be approached, what an iceberg beauty.

"This sword is called Dianmei, and the jade bone is sorrowful and misty. I've sent you, and I'm waiting for you. Qi Hua held the Dianmei sword in both hands, pointed her fingers on the sword, and knocked out a reluctant song.

There are three Qihua Tibetan swords: Youlan, floating bamboo, and Dianmei. There are sayings in the world, the orchid is gorgeous, the floating bamboo is crisp, and the plum is easy to kill.

Shang Nan Tang was about to take it, and as soon as his fingers touched the sword body, he trembled, scaring a pair of salty pig hands. The orange man hurriedly straightened up, wiped the sweat stains on his hands, crooked his neck, and looked at the three feet.

At first glance, it was beautiful, he didn't know what the flowers on the sword were called, and they were not as colorful as those old men in the town. A few sections of scribbling are branches and leaves, and the flowers are also grinding in a hurry, and there is a cold air, so I think this is a plum blossom.

"Really give it to me?" Shang Nan Tang is only difficult to drop the copper plate in the sky, holding his hands empty, asking for a quasi-letter, and he is even more afraid that the cold thing will not wait to see him.

Qi Hua stuffed her beloved sword into Shang Nantang's arms, stared at the sword body and said, "Grind and grind, how can you chase Yao girl like this." ”

"Hehe......" Shang Nan Tang hugged tightly, for fear that the rich man in front of him would regret it. Obediently, the little thing was still quite heavy, falling straight to the ground, Shang Nanju grabbed it, rubbing blood in a panic, and he didn't know it.

Point plum to devour blood, not hanging scarlet.

Qi Hua wanted to laugh, and couldn't help but sigh that she was young and colorful, but when she saw that Dianmei Jian, who had been with her for many years, she forgot about her master, and she was so comfortable lying in the young man's arms, and she was reluctant to leave it empty.

Shang Nan Tang looked at it, and it was not good to hold on to Dianmei anymore, for fear of making this chess uncle angry, he tied the sword with a white cloth around his waist and happened to hit the ground. No way, the masters that Master Tang has seen are all with strange tempers, and Old Man Ge, who has the name of Sword Immortal, has the primary responsibility.

After receiving some plums, I thought that the wedding visits in the county should have a return gift, and my belongings were not rich, and most of them were hidden under the bed board of the Yaoguang wine store, which could not quench my thirst.

"For me?" Qi Hua looked at the wooden stick handed over by the young man.

The wooden stick is a common elm tree in Cheongsan. It's not long, it's comparable to the length of the plum sword, and the predecessor is dark and has been roasted by fire for a long time. The elm tree is resistant to burning, covered with oil, has a strange fragrance, is more fragrant than chrysanthemums, and is better than awakening.

The burning stick was held by Shang Nan Tang with one hand, and the black end was pestled on Qi Hua's face, and he had to hold back a big reluctance.

"Sent to me?" Qi Hua was not annoyed by this young man's demon, but restrained her smile and looked sincere.

"That's right, return the favor, I don't like to owe favors."

Shang Nan Tang was embarrassed by Qi Hua's sudden seriousness, and he shook the fire stick, and felt that this man might be crazy, just like Old Man Ge.

The man asked, "Does it have a name?" ”

"Peach blossoms."

This stick is just idle and played, so what is the name. However, when I thought of the three-inch green mangs on my waist, I got a bargain, and the word "peach blossom" made the ghost jump out.

"Peach Blossom...... Peach Blossom Sword! Shang Nan Tangerine was embarrassed, did not forget to accentuate his tone, his eyes were firm, and he held it with both hands with a burning stick, and he cherished the hand he learned.

Ah Lian watched from the side, watching this nonsense.

Not to mention, it's interesting. Ah Lian rarely took a fresh look at her cheap junior brother.

"Good! Qi received your sword, and sent another good show, which should be a lottery. ”

Qi Hua took the burning stick. As soon as the hand shook, the black burns on the burning stick scattered like flower petals. scattered in an orderly manner, not daring to disturb this feast of one big and one small, avoiding the two of them, and disappearing in the air.

Chrysanthemums also have to come to share the table. The five hundred chrysanthemum trees in Montenegro are competing with each other in the sky, and the swaying petals and the white ones take away their eyes, and the sky must also avoid one side.

"Really...... Beauty! Shang Nantang's eyes were wide open to get a glimpse of it.

The beauty is the five hundred chrysanthemums in this mountain, and the sky is full of fifty thousand flowers, and the most beautiful is still the man with a stick.

The man's name is Qi Hua, Qi is the second Qi who is disgusted, and the flower is a flower with a full moon.

The man prides himself on being "the most romantic", this is not self-proclaimed, he says yes and that's it.

"Xiaoyao was taken away by the old sloppy surnamed Ge Na, I can't grab it. Then let's get a romance, but there are those who are not convinced! ”

Qi Hua supported the stick with his right hand, his body went up according to the stick, his feet were on the head of the stick, and he stood against the sky, provoking chrysanthemums and wrapping his body in a circle.

"Ten years after Qingshan, Qi Mou guarded the tomb for the monarchs, no complaints and no regrets, and I hope that the monarchs will not be angry with the West." Qi Hua raised her head, worshiped flowers with both hands, and was ninety degrees lower than her waist.

"In the fifteenth year since the founding of the country, it was the princes who piled up their flesh and blood, but the fame is my Qi family, thank you." Qi Hua said goodbye, and the beard on her face was soaked.

"In the fifteenth year of Zhaowu, Yang Shibu Tian is counted as a ray of heaven, and it is difficult for Anu to serve the monarchs, and Anu wishes the monarchs to understand."

Qi Hua worships three times.

Shang Nantang felt the black mountain shaking under his feet, not heavy, like an old man returning the gift.

"Evil beast!"

The sky was originally clear, but it was darkened in this reprimand.

There was a crack in the line, and the golden light flowed out, and it was necessary to irrigate the black mountains below it, and ignore the green mountains that were companions. Here for hundreds of miles, Montenegro stands proudly, and here tens of thousands of miles, Montenegro is small.

"Sanqing is already a gift, how dare the beasts hope for the avenue?"

The sound of the voice, word by word, bombarded on the mountain, Shang Nan Tang only felt that most of the seven souls and six spirits were frightened, leaving the body to stand still, empty one.

"Humph! Where there are four products, three realms of immortals, Qi is walking backwards, what can you wait for! ”

Not an inquiry. Qi Hua stepped on the stick and ascended to heaven, and there was no fear in the golden light.

"I don't know what to do, but the fish and shrimp also want to fly!"

The crack opened again, stretching out of the bowl, and there was thunder and rolling, full of anger.

Qi Hua didn't wait for the first attack, two fingers came out horizontally, the chrysanthemum tree under the mountain was disemboweled, and two swords flew out.

The short sword is orchid, and the long sword is floating bamboo.

The Youlan Sword is slightly bent, with a weak posture, the blade looks unfavorable, and the wind is fluttering.

The floating bamboo sword is the most ordinary, the same as the iron on the waist of the servant, with gray in the black, but it is the fastest flying.

The floating bamboo took the lead, ignoring the majesty of the sky, and the sword hit the hole in the mouth of the bowl with a split, and "bang bang" could be heard. Youlan was not far behind, and continued to cut it, and on the day of the killing, "Ling Ling" was in pain.

Shang Nan Tang looked strange, but he didn't know the mystery, riveting the snow mountain and the sea of yellow gas, it was a trick.

Ah Lian didn't look at the scenery in the sky, and dug out seven pits in the woods with this dragon's head knife as a hoe, and said slowly: "The sage said that the avenue is endless, but the world only knows that the three realms of immortals are the top of the sky." In fact, it is the golden immortal who is one inch stronger than the three realms of immortals, sitting on the clouds to enjoy the fireworks in the world. Qi is holding back the three clears now, and he has been holding back for twelve years, and today he is going to the sky to ask for a three clearings. ”

"I'll go ......" Shang Nan was dumbfounded.

Well, that's a real fairy.

"What about the golden immortals, they are also some poor worms, bound by heaven and earth, it is a matter of one finger, to make such a big battle, cut, poor and pretend to be rich!" Ah Lian took away the dragon head knife in her hand and clapped her hands.

Shang Nancheng was busy shouting sins in his heart.

The roar in the sky is flourishing again, and the thunder and lightning are no longer hidden, and the nine paths are stirred up. The three strong floating bamboos, the golden strips hit the floating bamboo that was proud of the sword bones was a piece of light, and they wanted to gnaw this hard bone to pieces.

Three Chong Youlan, held it in an instant. Youlan struggled, not as domineering as thunder and lightning, and was pinched by it for a few circles.

Three flew towards Qi Hua, the evil animal. Qi Hua was not afraid, she straightened her chest to greet her, her black clothes were churning, and her scribbled hair was fled backwards.

"Da Luo Jin Immortal, if you can use fifty percent of the immortal power, Qi is invincible, this is these nine golden thunders, but I also underestimate Qi."

Qi Hua stretched her waist and yawned at the approaching Jin Lei. He was sleepy, and he wasn't as interesting as the orange boy with the same sound as Yu Ju.

As soon as he thought of it, the burning stick under his feet floated in front of him. The stick is not the first to be unbearable, the stain is washed away, and the tree pattern is round and round.

"I have a sword, enlightened in Qingshan, participated in ten years, learned from the little swordsman Nan Tang, please teach the great immortal!"

Shang Nantang: "......"

Ah Lian smiled.

There is a tone full of anger - "Peach blossom drunk!" ”