The purple mang broke through the water and the splash rose, Jing Xingchen stepped on the broken star sword, and instantly arrived in front of several people, glanced at the White Deer Holy Son, and said, "What about the rest of the Holy Sect?"

Towards the direction of the golden-red hall next to him, there was a rare hint of ridicule on Bailu's handsome face: "If you come later, I'm afraid there will be nothing left." ”

The golden-red light mask had already gradually shrunk unconsciously, and at this moment it had shrunk to a few feet around the main hall, obviously if he didn't enter again, the door of the hall would be completely closed, and it would not be opened again until someone officially obtained the water system inheritance of Hanshui Yuanjun.

Yan Wuji rode the demon cloud up, although it was not much different from before, but if you looked closely, you could still find a faint look of embarrassment on its face.

"You star twisting supernatural power...... Yan Wuji hesitated a little.

Glancing at him, Jing Xingchen did not answer, but turned his head to look at Jian Liangbi and the others, and said, "Let's go in, the test process of the Yuanjun inheritance is also a good experience for you and the others." ”

"Yes, Uncle Jing. Jian Liangbi took Luo Hongying and entered the golden red light shield that had shrunk to the front of the temple gate.

He Junyu, Xu Disheng, Li Cangyun and others also saluted Jing Xingchen and entered the scope of the light mask.

A moment later, the golden-red light shield completely shrank into the main hall, and as the door of the hall closed, the huge Datong Water Mansion fell into silence again.

"Why, you disciples of the Shangqing Holy Sect, when you see the Holy Son in the sect, don't you turn a blind eye and are rude?" Yan Wuji was a little disgraced, and at this moment, he glanced at Xu Disheng and the others who had entered the Water Mansion at the end, and said deliberately.

"So what? There are many people in my Holy Sect who have received the title of Holy Son, and if everyone has to bow, then don't do anything all day long, don't practice, just keep praying. Before Bailu could speak, Jing Xingchen said coldly.

Fang was pressed by Jing Xingchen, and at this moment, he was choked back by a sentence, Yan Wuji snorted lightly, and he was no longer bored, but looked at the Datong Water Mansion, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Senior Brother Jing, this is the case, so the senior sister will go first. Bian Hongyu held up a lotus magic weapon and spoke softly.

Jing Xingchen glanced at her deeply and said, "Go ahead, remember to be careful." ”

"Senior sister knows. Bian Hongyu saluted slightly towards the White Deer Holy Son again, then turned around and drove away with the lotus magic weapon.

Seeing that the direction of his departure turned out to be the place where this swamp tributary came from, the gathering place of countless monsters, Hong Zhao was a little surprised: "This is Bian Hongyu of the Mingxin Mountain Range?"

"Not bad. Jing Xingchen's face was a little complicated.

"Even if I am far away in the Wahuang Ancient Sect, I have heard about this Tianjiao woman," Hong Zhao seemed to suddenly remember something, and glanced sideways at the White Deer Holy Son, "Bailu, I have never heard of any Taoist companions in the past few decades, and I don't even have a maid, don't you feel bored?"

Yan Wuji's gaze also looked over, although the White Deer Holy Son became famous fifty years ago and attracted the admiration of countless women, he had never had any Taoist companions, and he had never even been close to women, which could be regarded as a miracle of the Shangqing Holy Sect.

The white deer did not speak, but looked at the rushing water in the swamp, on which the patches of water were extinguished, and it seemed to be endless.

......

"What are you doing, I'm busy! It's so annoying!" the young man impatiently brushed the girl's hand away, and continued to carve the wood carving in his hand.

Several carefully chopped slices of fruit were knocked to the ground, and the sound of the wooden plate clattering to the ground did not attract the boy's attention at all.

Squatting down, his white and slender hands picked up all the dusty fruits one by one, put them back into the wooden plate, and walked out gently.

......

"I've been carving for a long time, I'm tired, do you want to rest for a while? The people around the county town are very fond of your wood carving, and someone sent a deposit of ten taels of gold at noon!" The girl held her chin with her two small hands, and her face was full of pride, as if she was proud of the boy.

"Can you please stop talking while I'm carving, take the gold you want, you know I'm never short of silver. The young man blew on the sawdust lightly, glanced at the delicate wood carving in his hand, and said casually.

......

"Hey, my father came to me today, saying that I was sixteen years old, and that I was at the age when it was time to marry him. "The delicate little face is a little flushed, and it is even more pretty.

"Huh?" the boy looked up blankly.

"Hmph, I won't tell you!"

......

"I like this song so much, can I read it to you?"

"Then read quickly!" the boy was still a little impatient, and his attention was all on the carving knife in his hand.

"The leaves are pale, the white dew is frost, the so-called Yi people, on the water side. The girl picked up an extremely simple wood carving at the bottom of the juvenile case, and a smile appeared on her little face, "Tracing back to it, the road is long and difficult." Trace the ...... from it"

"Hmm, why don't you read it?" the boy put down the wood carving in his hand for the first time, raised his head slightly, and looked at the girl fixedly with extremely beautiful bright starry eyes.

His face turned red, he raised the wood carving in his hand and said, "Do you remember when this wood carving was carved?"

"I carved it for the first time a few years ago, doesn't it, it seems to be based on you?" the boy was a little unsure.

"Hmm. The girl's face turned red, "The last sentence of the poem is, tracing from it, like in the middle of the water." ”

The boy lowered his head again and picked up the carving knife: "Got it." ”

"Then shall we make an agreement?"

"Huh?"

"In private, I call you Bailu, can you call me Pu Jia?"

“...... Immature. ”

......

"Do you want to marry me?" asked the girl, plucking up her courage, taking the wooden carving from the young man's hand and blushing.

"When did I say I was going to marry you?"

Her eyes dimmed for a moment, and the girl glanced at the boy again: "I know." ”

......

"I'm getting married. ”

"Got it. ”

......

His mind was empty, and there seemed to be something missing in the room, and the young man irritably pushed away a pile of wood carvings in front of him, and looked at the desk in front of him in a daze.

The wooden plate that used to be full of fruit has fallen a little dust.

And the inkstone that I practiced writing on in my spare time had already dried out the ink marks on it.

"Are you tired? I'll help you rub your fingers. ”

"Recently, many people have come to my house to propose marriage, and they are annoyed to death. ”

There was a faint burst of sweet girl's laughter in my ears.

In a trance, the girl who studied ink with no hand and smiled was no longer seen.

Before I knew it, I was ......

"Pu Jia?"

The boy muttered to himself, but still picked up the wood carving on the ground and tried to immerse himself in it.

......

"Ahh

"Pu Jia, where are you ......"

......

"Pu Jia ......"

Leaning helplessly on the edge of the collapse, letting the tears flow silently, letting the deepest emotions in his heart churn, the young man muttered: "The clouds are dew, and the deer is looking for bananas." Then I will listen to you, and I will be called Bailu in the future. ”

......

More than 100 years have passed, and it seems like a world away. The White Deer Holy Son retracted his gaze looking at the water, and said softly: "The master has already passed down the edict before, and five years later, he will marry the granddaughter of Hongzhen Yuanjun. ”

Hong Zhao was a little strange, he always felt that Bailu had undergone some kind of change in this short period of time, and he glanced at Jing Xingchen, and he saw some doubts in the other party's eyes.

Yan Wuji was not as careful as the two of them, but said with a smile: "That's a good thing, I heard that Hongzhen Yuanjun is extremely rich, and when you get married, I will bring more people to take advantage of him." ”

Bai Lu patted him on the shoulder, smiled rarely, and said, "Yes." ”

Without looking at Hong Zhao and Jing Xingchen, he swept up in front of several people and entered the white carriage, countless silver lights sprinkled, and the four snow-white spirit beasts roared loudly in unison, and the luxurious carriage crossed a dazzling silver light, gradually disappearing into the clouds and mist in the sky.

"Why did this guy suddenly become so strange?" Yan Wuji looked at the silver light in the distance, and wondered to himself, but what responded to him was the silence of Hong Zhao and Jing Xingchen.

In the Taiqing Fantasy Realm, Bailu and Hongzhao Yan Wuji had experienced life and death together, although they belonged to the Shangqing Holy Sect and the Wahuang Ancient Sect respectively, and their races were not the same, they both had an unknown tacit understanding.

After a moment of silence, Hong Zhao shook his head and said, "It's just a sad person." ”

......

(Author's note: Unconsciously, two months have passed, and 350,000 words can be said to be just a beginning.) Since ancient times, the moon has been cloudy and sunny, and although this book is not as cold and cold as the moon, it has never escaped this law between all things. These days, the results are very poor, and there are only a few readers to accompany them. The author is not afraid of not making money, not afraid of being scolded, but afraid of being quiet, afraid of falling silent. I once promised readers that there would be no interruption for a day, no matter the wind or rain. I also did it, and persisted for more than 60 consecutive days. It's just that no one knows what the meaning of this persistence is, and the author doesn't know how long it can last, and he doesn't know ...... Whether you can continue to persevere, you can only rely on the encouragement of a few readers every day, and move forward silently. Still grateful. I would like to thank a few readers who have been supporting the author. There are still a few days left on the shelves, and the price of about a dime per chapter will still dissuade some genuine readers, which can be understood by the author. The author still, may the beauty of the world be intertwined with you. ）