The wine in the world is warm and the spring is vast, and the flowers and branches are in the curtain and the day is long.

Seven years have passed, and Ximen Fuxue, who was once not much taller than a sword, has finally grown into a handsome young man.

He has been practicing swordsmanship for seven years, and his swordsmanship has finally succeeded, defeating one master after another who taught him swordsmanship.

Ximen blows snow and rarely leaves Wanmei Villa, so the people in the rivers and lakes don't know at this time that there is such an amazing young genius in the world.

He never leaves his sword, even when he eats and sleeps.

Time flies like a white horse, and Ximen Blowing Snow's temperament is becoming more and more like a sword, cold and silent, and his eyes are more cold and sharp than a sword.

The seven-year appointment has arrived, and the little fairy with a bright smile in her clothes has not yet appeared, and Ximen Fuxue's expression is becoming more and more depressed.

The cold moon and the breeze, the dark fragrance floats, the West Gate blows the snow and the moon to practice the sword, the clothes are flying, and the sword light is like thunder and lightning.

"Good swordsmanship, like thunder to restrain anger, like the river and sea condensing clear light."

The crisp high-fives sounded at the same time as the sweet laughter, and Ximen Fuxue turned around and saw a girl wearing a moon-white wide-sleeved fairy skirt, combing her windy and misty sideburns, and holding a palace lamp in her hand.

"Its shape is also like a frightening dragon, graceful like a dragon. Rong Yao autumn chrysanthemum, Huamao spring pine. It seems to be like a light cloud covering the moon, fluttering like the snow of the wind......"

At this moment, "Luo Shen Fu" unexpectedly flashed in Ximen Blowing Snow's mind, and he suddenly found that the little fairy was even more beautiful than he remembered.

On the palace lantern mentioned by the Shu'an singer, the story of Chang'e running to the moon is painted, and with a slight wave of her hand, the palace lantern flutters into the sky.

The cool moon is like water, the stars are vast, Ximen blows snow and sends the palace lanterns flying away, and the scenes of getting along with the little fairy when he was seven years old keep flashing in his mind.

"Why don't you speak, don't you know me?"

Shu Ange smiled and walked towards the west gate to blow snow, stopping at a distance of one step away from him.

The fourteen-year-old Ximen blowing snow is particularly beautiful, Xiao Xiao is solemn, hearty and clear, such as Zhilan Yushu, which makes people happy.

He has a cold temperament, but he has not been like in later generations, thousands of mountains and birds have flown away and disappeared from thousands of paths.

"Are you a fox fairy?"

Ximen Fuxue put his sword into the sheath and stared at Shu Ange quietly, as if he wanted to see her fluffy fox tail through her beautiful face.

"Fox fairy?"

Shu Ange's eyes were shining, he gritted his teeth, and asked with a smile: "I am a little fairy, not a fox spirit, and your future wife." ”

When he heard this sentence when he was seven years old, Xiao Ximen was embarrassed for a long time, and before he could think about whether to marry the little fairy as his wife when he grew up, she had disappeared into his world.

Now, she came as promised with the palace lamp and the moonlight, and Ximen Fuxue had a strange emotion in her heart.

He is now fourteen years old, and he is not as ignorant of the concept of a wife as he was when he was a child.

When he passed twelve hours, his father sent two beautiful beauties in the prime of cardamom, one called soft red and the other called jasper.

After the two came to Wanmei Villa, they kept pestering him, and Ximen was so disturbed by the snow that he drove the two boneless women out.

He is not a fool, his father sent two beauties over, in fact, he was a girl in the room and took him to know about people.

Ximen Fuxue didn't like them, and he was annoyed by the vulgar fans, and he didn't want them to stay by his side for a moment.

He is sincere to the sword and does not want to waste time on women.

"Why did I marry you?"

He asked such a sentence, Shu Ange took out a fiery pomegranate from his sleeve and threw it into the arms of the young man Ximen Fuxue.

The young man Ximen Fuxue caught the pomegranate steadily, and looked at Shu Ange in puzzlement.

"Your favorite pomegranate, nay, eat my pomegranate, it's my person."

This is so unreasonable, Simon Fuxue looked at the pomegranate in his hand, he didn't know what to say for a while, and he instinctively was reluctant to throw it away.

Shu Ange suddenly stretched out his hand and took the hand of the young Ximen Fuxue through his sleeve.

He looked at her in a daze, quickly took his hand back, Shu Ange grinned, and beckoned him.

After seven or eight moves, Shu Ange firmly held the hand of the young man Ximen Blowing Snow in the palm of his hand, and whistled proudly: "Sword practice is so hard, how about leaving Wanmei Villa with me and wandering the rivers and lakes for three days?" ”

Her palms were warm, just like he remembered.

The moonlight is too, and the girl's bright and moving smile makes Simon Blowing Snow unable to refuse: "Are you going to leave again in three days?" ”

"Yes, because the little fairy's spell can only last for three days, are you willing to go with me to the rivers and lakes?"

Shu Ange sent another invitation to Ximen Fuxue, and he responded to the ghost.

"The moonlight is so beautiful, let's go now!"

Ximen Blowing Snow called the servants to prepare fast horses, took silver tickets, and stepped out of Wanmei Villa in the cool breeze and moonlight.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye, and they fished together in the painting boat, sneaked into the mansion of the lord of the martial arts league together, peeked at the first beauty in the rivers and lakes, and galloped and laughed together.

It was another beautiful moonlit night, the young man Ximen Fuxue was riding a horse, Shu Ange leaned on his back, wrapped his waist around him, and asked with a smile: "Why don't you let me sit in your arms, is it because you like to be held by me?" ”

The cold wind blew on his face, but Simon Blowing Snow's cheeks were hot, and the girl's soft and fragrant body was close to him, making him hot and restless.

"Don't touch me."

"I'll touch you, hee-hee."

Shu Ange straightened up, blindfolded the young man Ximen Fuxue with his soft and slender fingers, and then blew hot air behind his ear.

The young man Ximen Fuxue's body was numb, and he suddenly grabbed the reins of the horse, and then turned around and hugged Shu Ange in front of him, and after hugging her into his arms, he spurred the horse again.

Shu Ange was still restless in Ximen Fuxue's arms, and he could only grab her restless little hand with one hand.

"Are you really my future wife? How many years later did we get married? ”

The young man Ximen Fuxue suddenly had some suspicions, he did have a little more patience with the quirky girl in his arms.

But when it comes to marriage, he once vowed to pursue the way of the sword in this life, how could he give up halfway and marry a wife and have children.

"Hmph, of course, you have been chasing me for several years, changing tricks every day to please me, so I reluctantly agreed to marry you."

“……”

The young Simon Fuxue fell silent, he couldn't imagine what it would be like for him to give up practicing swords and chase after a woman for a few years.

"Full of nonsense."

Shu Ange lowered his head and bit the wrist of the young man Ximen Fuxue, and he frowned in pain.

"Haha, let's wander the world together, happy and revenge, and sing about wine!"

Shu Ange looked at the moon and made a bold statement, the young Ximen Blowing Snow suddenly fell silent, and asked after half a sound: "Can you not leave?" ”

He grabbed the reins, Shu Ange got up lightly, and sat down face to face with him.

Her eyes were shining, as if she had hidden countless stars.

The young Simon Fuxue thought of the scene when she was seven years old, when she suddenly kissed him on the forehead.