Qingfeng view on the green hills, the white clouds drift in the morning, a gust of wind blows, the fresh air in the morning is particularly refreshing, the sun has climbed out of the horizon, the warm sunlight quickly spreads all over the earth, the flowers are full of buildings, Lu Xiaofeng and others have arrived. Shanxi Yan and the seven of them were not as energetic as they got up early to breathe fresh air, their faces were ugly, and Shangguan Feiyan also had a bad face, and was frightened by the 'discoloration of the world' that filled the building last night.

Lu Xiaofeng stepped forward and patted the heavy door of Qingfeng Temple, a yellow-clothed Taoist boy pushed the door open a line, followed by a yellow-robed Taoist who appeared behind, this person has wide robes and big sleeves, and his mane has been white and thin, with a puzzled expression, although his steps are very light and healthy, it doesn't look like practicing martial arts, he glanced at all sides, and walked straight to Lu Xiaofeng, asked with one palm, and said: "Poor Dao Qingfeng, that is, the host of this small Taoist temple, dare to ask the owner what is the matter here?"

Everyone was stunned, Huo Tianqing actually missed the appointment, Lu Xiaofeng said, "Dao Chief is Huo Tianqing's friend?"

Qingfeng said, "Master Huo and Poor Dao are chess friends, and they have to go to Poor Dao here for a few days every month." “

Lu Xiaofeng said, "What about his people now?"

Qing Feng showed a very strange expression on his face, and said, "Poor Dao doesn't know, are you looking for Master Huo?"

A group of people went down the mountain and walked at the foot of the green mountain, Shangguan Feiyan suddenly sneered and said to Shanxi Yanba: "You guys were really calculating last night, you have both the inside and the face." “

Shanxi Yan's face was blue and white for a while, and just about to speak, someone caught up with them with a fast horse and sent a letter from Huo Qingtian:

"There is a sunrise in the dynasty, and the covenant of today is changed to tomorrow, and the covenant of tomorrow is changed to tomorrow. When Lu Gong comes again, that is, his younger brother travels far away to Japan, and the treasure of the moment is very bright, and it has become the yellow flower of tomorrow. Say goodbye to azure. “

Lu Xiaofeng is very righteous, this letter has already poked his heart, where do you still care about Huo Tianqing's appointment, just with this letter, he has drunk for three days.

Lu Xiaofeng laughed and put away the letter in his hand and asked, "Who will follow me to another village outside the city to eat dog meat stewed by Zhao Hemp?"

Shanxi Yan smiled: "I", and the other seven hurriedly replied, "There is still me".

There was no dog meat in the morning, no dog meat, but they didn't care, what they wanted to eat was not dog meat but the kind of righteousness that made the whole body heat more than dog meat, and there was nothing in the world that could compare to this kind of righteousness. Heavy rain, the rain began to fall at noon, and at noon people were already drunk, not drunk and homeless, drunk before leaving.

Lu Xiaofeng was not drunk, as if he was drunk or not, as if even he couldn't tell whether he was drunk or awake, and he was stunned by the pouring rain outside the window.

Hua Manlou sat by the window and quietly listened to the sound of the rain hitting the earth, roofs and trees, as if listening to the most beautiful music between heaven and earth. Originally, I wanted to see the old man of the heavenly bird stunt Feng Shuangfei, but I didn't expect Huo Tianqing to come, the general memory judgment was wrong, I thought that I would be able to see Feng Shuangfei by stopping Shanxi Yan last night, but I didn't expect that Huo Tianqing didn't plan to compete with Lu Xiaofeng, Huo Qingtian's Feng Shuangfei had another use. Hua Manlou is also very calm about this, anyway, Lu Xiaofeng will find out in the end and continue to be a spectator.

The night was very deep, and the spring breeze in April seemed to bring the chill of late autumn to put away the white curtain in the mourning hall. The purple nan wood coffin is strong and valuable. When a person dies, no matter what coffin he is lying in, it makes no difference. The candlelight swayed in the wind, and the mourning hall was filled with an indescribable gloomy and desolate meaning.

Dugu Yihe stood quietly in front of Yan Tieshan's spiritual seat for a long time and had not moved, tall figure, waist rod was still straight, steel needle-like black beard, many wrinkles on his face were very deep, only when he saw his face, he would feel that he was an old man, with a desolate and sad expression on his serious and resolute face, and the rabbit died and the fox was sad.

There was a very light footstep behind Dugu Yihe, and he didn't look back, but his hand was already holding the hilt of the sword. The sword body is particularly long and wide, the brass sword is polished very brightly, the scabbard is very old, and there is a small gossip embedded on it, which is the sign of the sword of the head of Emei, although he did not turn his head, he already knew that this person was Huo Tianqing.

Huo Tianqing's expression was sad and heavy, and he was wearing a white linen filial piety suit, showing that his relationship with the deceased was unusual.

Huo Tianqing asked, "Dao Leader has never been here before?"

"Yes" Dugu Yihe said, he had never seen this young man before, and he had never been here at all.

Huo Daqing said, "I didn't know that Boss Yan and Dao Chang were such good friends."

Dugu Yihe had a calm face and said coldly, "There are still many things you don't know?"

Huo Tianqing suddenly turned his head sideways, staring at his face like a blade, and said slowly, "Dao Chief, senior martial arts, of course, knows more things than me, so Dao Elder must know why he died?"

Dugu Yihe's face seemed to have changed a little, the Taoist robe on his body was windless, and it took a long time before he slowly turned around, his eyes were full of light, and he stared at the open air.

Huo Tianqing was originally standing face to face with Dugu Yihe, but at this moment, he suddenly twisted his waist to the right, his arms were slightly open, and the two fingers of his left hand were pinched into phoenix pecks with the two fingers of his left hand, and he was in a hurry to 'Tiantu'. Dugu Yihe's right palm was tilted up and slashed towards Huo Tianqing's wrist vein. Who knew that Huo Tianqing's footsteps slid slightly, and suddenly slipped out four feet, and the person had reached Dugu Yihe's back move, although it was still the same, with "phoenix wings", but the direction of the shot had suddenly changed completely, and he used the phoenix pecking in his right hand to point at the blood vessels behind Dugu's right neck. Although this change seems simple, the ingenuity in it is beyond words. Dugu Yihe lost his voice and said, "Feng Shuangfei!" In the midst of the cheering, he suddenly twisted to the left, looked back at the moon-looking style, and greeted Huo Tianqing's pecking with his left palm. Huo Tianqing exhaled, his palm turned outward, only to hear the sound of "poof", the palms of the two hands were connected together, and the two of them suddenly stopped moving. Huo Tianqing had already exhaled, and at this moment he said slowly, "Yes, this move is Feng Shuangfei, you must have seen it back then." “

Dugu Yihe said "not bad", he only said two words, his face seemed to have changed a little, the master made a move, and when it came to the internal force fighting, he couldn't speak. However, the old man of the heavenly bird is peerless, but he has practiced a kind of internal skill that can speak, and when he speaks, not only is the internal force not damaged, but a mouthful of turbid gas in the dantian is discharged.

Huo Tianqing's martial arts is the true biography of the old man of the heavenly bird, and he was trying to use this to calculate Dugu Yihe at this moment, and he then said, "Ordinary martial arts masters, when they receive this move, most of them twist their bodies to the right and receive the move with their right palm, but Hu Daoren is worthy of being a generation of masters, and he actually goes the opposite way and takes the move with his left palm, do you know the difference?"

Dugu Yihe said: "With the right palm to take the move, although it is faster, but its own changes have been exhausted, with the left palm to take the move, the palm is out, the rest of the effort is exhausted, you can still change at will..."

Huo Tianqing said, "Yes, because of this, the old man of the Heavenly Bird can only use this kind of trick to fight hard for internal strength to force his subsequent changes ......"

Dugu Yihe seemed to be reluctant to say any more, and suddenly shouted, "How did you know about this?"

Huo Tianqing said: "The old man of the heavenly bird is the first father. “

Dugu Yihe's face changed, but at this moment, the power in Huo Tianqing's palm suddenly disappeared, and he flew out lightly through his palm.

Dugu Yihe suddenly lost his center of gravity, as if he was about to fall, suddenly saw the sword light, flashed and then "ding", sparks splashed, the long sword was nailed into the ground, Huo Tianqing's people were gone, the wind blew the white curtain, the candlelight on the spiritual table flickered, suddenly extinguished, holding the hilt of the sword, facing the darkness, suddenly felt very tired, he was an old man after all, pulled out the sword, the sword into the sheath, he walked out slowly, there seemed to be a pair of shining eyes in the darkness looking at him coldly, and said sharply, "What person?"

A man in white slowly walked out of the darkness, standing on a snow-white shirt in the moonlight, spotless, with no expression on his face at all, and a black sheath sword with a strange form diagonally behind his back.

Dugu Yihe said movingly, "Ximen blowing snow?"

Ximen Blowing Snow said "Yes", there was sword energy rushing into the sky in the dark, the wind was colder, and when Ximen Blowing Snow's own blood flowed out, it would also be blown dry.