"Humph! Do you know why you can't speak? A person who can't even break the forbidden spell of Ziling Marks, what qualifications does he have to compete with this rule? What happens to mortals in the flesh, you will know tomorrow!" After he finished speaking, he brushed his sleeves and left.

Lu Xueyuan was lying on the stone steps, curled up, feeling the chill through her bones, she felt that she was about to die, but she couldn't die! She still has her and Shizun's children, it is her and Shizun's blood and blood, and she wants Bai Duchen to know that they have children.

Only by biting her lip and letting the pain invade her brain will she not close her eyes, Lu Xueyuan bit her lip until her mouth was full of blood. Suddenly, a strange smell welled up in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, and there was some spiritual power in the blood to fight against the cold.

"Child, my child." She was able to speak again, and she seemed to have all kinds of grievances in her heart, and sobbed in a low voice, "Master... You're coming back soon... Kites and children... I need you..."

But in her heart, she thought with great resentment: mortal? What about mortals? What about cultivating immortals? Mortal lives are not lives, can they be trampled on and humiliated at will?! The flesh of mortals is weak, and they will temporarily succumb to the suffering of flesh and skin, but this time, she will not! Not only her, but also the child in her womb, will never !!

Following. Before the hour, Lu Xueyuan was taken to Qingxuantai. As everyone knows, the scenery of Qingya Mountain is picturesque. There is a poem that says:

The goose yellow shines with new mud, and the floating green shades the heat. The golden wind blows on the face of the cloud platform and blows down the frost and snow color of Lingcen. Let him be red and dusty, and there are many immortals in Qingya Mountain. But the world doesn't know that there is still a place on Qingya Mountain, called Qingxuantai. This platform is hanging thousands of feet, thousands of feet high, the stage has accumulated years of yin wind and angry howl, like a hundred ghosts mourning, angry and angry, tearing like meat paste. If a mortal falls, he will definitely die, and no matter how immortal cultivators do with his exercises, they can only be devoured by ten thousand ghosts, and their souls will be scattered. Therefore, it is also called Fallen Sendai.

On the Fallen Immortal Terrace, Lu Xueyuan's green veil was soaked in blood, and half of the green veins and veins on her neck had condensed into frost, although it was the New Year, it was still cold to the bones, and there was a white mist between her breaths.

The five major sects of the Nine Domains Cultivating Immortals, the Chiye Master of the Chaohui Sect, the Hai Mingzi of the Canglan Sect, the Jade Ci Master of the Yunyin Sect, and the Feng Zaiye of the Firmament Sect, all stood solemnly on the Fallen Immortal Platform with their respective magic weapons, and behind the four of them were the three thousand disciples of Qingya Mountain, dressed up as if they were facing a great enemy.

The sky had just broken and a bird flew by, dropping a feather and floating in front of Lu Xuekite's eyes.

She thinks that she has always been weak, she can't endure hardship, and she has lived a prosperous and stable life in Qingya Mountain for more than ten years, and she wanted to listen to her master's words, how about being a caged bird, but at the moment, I don't know why, I just feel like laughing. What exactly did she do wrong? If they are like facing the abyss, are they collaborating with the enemy and treason, or are they working with the devil as women, if they are not, then why do they kneel on this fallen immortal platform, watch everyone bring her to justice, and sneer at her.

And what happened after that was that Qingya Mountain's thirty criminal laws and Bai Duchen ruthlessly killed himself. Lu Xueyuan raised her eyes at this moment, but she didn't notice that there were already large tears rolling down her face, and her mood at the moment was as if she had experienced such a thing again, which was indescribable. Therefore, she understood the mood and worries of that disciple better, but she had to do something else at the moment.

Lu Xueyuan turned around and walked back at this moment, and out of nowhere came a strange fragrance of flowers, the fragrance seemed to be absent, but it was very penetrating, making people know that the fragrance was elegant, but they still couldn't help but sniff and sniff, just when Lu Xueyuan closed her eyes, she suddenly leaned and slowly lay on the ground, and at the same time, she muttered a sentence in her mouth: "It turned out to be the fragrance of plum blossoms..."

And at this moment, her mind echoed with the hearty laughter of her youth. A string of silver bell-like laughter sounded, and the fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, dressed in red, with a delicate aura, stood in front of the gate of Qingya Mountain and looked back, and said coquettishly to the people behind her: "Hahahaha... Master, Master, hurry up! You're walking so slowly, when will we get to Hongmei Town!"

"Kite slow, the road is slippery in the snow, if you are in a hurry, can you take the sword for the teacher?" The man's expression was cold, and his white clothes were better than Xue, and he spoke slowly, his voice faint but mixed with concern.

"I don't want Edgeworth! How boring Edgeworth is!" She ran to the snow as she spoke,

After turning around, he smiled and said, "I just want to walk with Master and see the beautiful scenery on this mountain together. I like snow the most, Master, you promised me!" She muttered, her eyebrows crooked, and then she reached out to catch the snowflake, but the cold touch made her shiver.

The man in white behind him stood with an umbrella, smiled imperceptibly, and said, "If you promise for the teacher, you will naturally do it."

The two of them, one red and one white, left a long trail of footprints on the stone steps of Qingya Mountain, and soon they were covered with heavy snow.

Qingya Mountain seems to be exceptionally quiet in winter, with only the occasional "cooing" of a few mountain fowl and pheasants, the fluttering sound of snow hitting paper umbrellas, the creaking sound of stepping on snow, and the chuckle of the girl in red.

Because Mo Wanzun's sword jade Bing is the world's famous sword, this sword will be due to the world's disasters, this sword will be the world's disaster, and he holds the jade Bing sword to kill the oblique demon Dao's heroic posture can be described as righteous and awe-inspiring, inviolable, and his usual warm and jade-like dusty temperament is too different, is the first beauty.

And the second and third beauty is the same reason, that is, elegant, excessive elegance, elegance to the resonance of the breeze, elegance to the rain and dust.

"Today, I'm afraid I'm going to add a fourth scene, Mo Wanzun stepping on the snow!" The girl in red said in her heart, she saw that there were only two people here, and this beautiful scenery belonged to her, so she couldn't help chuckling, and her hands touched her face and bent her eyes.

When the man saw this, he only thought that he was having fun on a snowy day, how could he understand what a girl thought, shook his head lightly, and the paper umbrella in his hand also approached her, which was very spoiled.

"Twilight, just spoil her! Sooner or later, you will be left with trouble! Don't you forget, where did she come from!!

"Where did it come from?" "Where did it come from?"

As soon as his mind moved, the advice of the old man Daozun suddenly hit his mind and did not disperse for a long time. Bai Duchen's expression was awe-inspiring, thoughtful, and his gaze at the girl was a little more profound.

"Master, Master, what do you want? So distracted?" She stroked her palm.

"It's okay, for the teacher to see you so happy, he will be happy."

The girl raised her eyebrows lightly, her face was scarlet, she turned around and ran into the snow, thinking: The master treats me differently, and my wish today will definitely be fulfilled! On Qingya Mountain, the vast snowy day, the white clothes hold the umbrella, and the jasmine fragrance is lingering. It is indeed the fourth most beautiful view. But he didn't know that in the heart of this master, the most beautiful thing was the disciple in front of him, Lu Xueyuan.

Snow Kite was wearing a red cloak, her blue dress was half wet, her long black hair was curled into two simple buns, and the laughter like silver bells continued, so you knew that she had a lively personality and loved to play and make trouble, which was exactly what a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy should be. Her face is like a silver plate and there is some baby fat that has not been retreated for a long time, and some senior brothers love to make fun of her and poke her round face. She has an arrogant temperament, and she has the support of her master in everything, which is a fact that the entire Qingya Mountain is secret. Therefore, there are many disciples who are peaceful on the bright side and love to chew the root of her tongue behind their backs.

She didn't care. Why care? She can get everything she wants. For example, today in Hongmei Town, I saw the snow.

Hongmei Town is a small town at the foot of Qingya Mountain, rich in all seasons, simple folk customs, named after a large piece of plum forest in the south corner of the city. There is a folk saying that if you can go to Merlin with one person on a snowy day to pray, you can live with him for life and all the way.

Don't seek to live in this life, only to live in this life. That's what she wants.

A disciple falls in love with the master, violates the ethics of the Gangchang, and has been a taboo for cultivating immortals since ancient times. But she can't all be blamed, after all, in the realm of the Nine Domains, "who doesn't love Mo Wanzun"!

It's hard to get to the town, and the snow will be smaller. Lu Xueyuan looked at the dazzling array of goods and the endless crowd on the street, and suddenly opened her eyes like a deer.

Despite the heavy snow today, the market is still bustling. There are the cries of wontons, the hot mist of steamed buns, the precious species of flowers and plants, juggling, archery, chanting, storytelling...... Lu Xueyuan looked at it casually, her eyes were dazzled, and she couldn't stop shouting: "Master, Master, come on, come on, this is good-looking!" And this!"

The girl like a ghost horse elf, like a jumping rabbit, will jump here and there.

Suddenly, someone shouted from the crowd, "No

Is it Mo Wanzun?!"

Then the whole market stopped, as if it were still, and suddenly the people were bursting with voices: "It's him! It's him! Mo Wanzun! It's really Mo Wanzun!"

"Mo Wanzun, we can see you! Last time you helped our town put an end to such a big disaster, we haven't thanked you yet!" An elderly uncle said while wiping tears from his eyes.

"Yes! The disciples of the Hechen Sect have also exorcised demons for my family!"

"So is my family! The Wachen pie is really powerful! It is worthy of being the number one sect of immortal cultivators!"

"He is worthy of being a disciple of Mo Wanzun!" z.br>

For a while, people stepped forward to offer him gifts, but he stretched out his hand to stop him, and said softly, "It is the duty of the Hechen Sect to subdue demons and eliminate demons, and they are only responsible. I have received your wishes, but please take these gifts back."

He was dressed in white and holding an umbrella, which was already too cold, and his timbre was as clear and sweet as spring water, giving people a sense of distance.

But it is this sense of distance that makes people look awe.

"This... All right! Huh? Is this girl behind Xianzun a newly accepted disciple? I've never seen it before, it's so good, come and eat some pastries, little girl!"

"And mine!"

"And mine!"