Although Dengzhou is more prosperous than Danzhou, there is no Tanah Lot Temple, and the so-called Poseidon is the dragon lord worshiped by the world.

Every city has its pride.

Danzhou is no exception.

However, since the decline of Danzhou, the Tanah Lot Temple, which is flourishing with incense, has become more and more deserted, until it is now dilapidated.

The purpose of Sima Qingshan's trip to Danzhou was to meet a person in the Tanah Lot Temple.

Someone he didn't want to meet.

To be precise, she is a woman, a woman who is even more beautiful than the prestigious white-clothed doctor Immortal Huo Tong.

In the twenty-four solar terms, there is a more transcendent existence than the leader of the four seasons, and it is stunning.

Sima Qingshan can be unruly or debauched, but he is just afraid of the sting in the Tanah Lot Temple.

Tanah Lot Temple is located in the mangrove forest by the Danzhou Sea, and the bronze dragon king in the temple has long been stolen by the scoundrels in the nearby village, leaving only a lonely Poseidon tablet.

Sima Qingshan hesitated to go in, but the stunned girl in the temple seemed to know that he was coming, and her cold voice came out slowly: "Since you haven't come in yet, what's the matter, I'm afraid that I will eat you?"

Hearing this, Sima Qingyi walked in hard-headed, only to see the shocked stunned man sitting quietly on the futon in front of the Dragon King's spiritual seat.

"You don't speak when you see me?"

Shocked opened her autumn-like eyes, and looked at Sima Qingshan, who was unusually restrained in front of her, and couldn't help but smile.

If ordinary men have seen such a smile like a flower, most of them will no longer lose interest in women in the world.

But Sima Qingshan didn't dare to look at the stunned smile.

Looking at Sima Qingshan, who was still restrained, he sighed in surprise: "Do you remember when I was a child, I took you to the beach to catch crabs, you were really stupid and cute at that time, and you said that crabs are eight-legged monsters, alas, now that you have grown up, you are separated from my aunt." ”

Sima Qingshan looked up at this aunt who was alluring to the country and the city, and said slowly: "Then you tell me, who are the parents who gave birth to me but didn't support me?"

Stunned looked at the eldest nephew in front of him, who already had the edges and corners of a young man, and said with a faint sadness: "You still hate me for sending you to the Styx Temple, but I don't want to mention or remember the matter of your parents, and it will be useless for you to ask again." ”

After calming down a bit, Sima Qingshan said: "That pervert let me tell you that if you don't want it in the twenty-four solar terms, you can give it up." ”

"Oh, it's here after all. Stunned, he picked up a wisp of green silk in his ears, and remembered the man who expanded the 24 solar terms business to the present, but now he wants to betray, and he can't talk about betrayal, is this really good?

"Auntie, you should understand that Whitewall Alley is not someone who can be worthy of your allegiance. Sima Qingshan looked at Yourou's aunt and couldn't help but remind.

Stunned, he pinched the green silk in his ear behind his ear, and said lightly: "But he is a person who really understands the twenty-four solar terms." ”

Sima Qingshan knew that his aunt was shocked to say this, so he had already made a decision.

The more gentle the sting, the more decisive the decision she made.

Go back and tell him that the 24 solar terms are still his. The tone of astonishment was not mixed with a hint of emotion, pale as the waves.

"Got it. ”

Sima Qingshan took the magic weapon and left the mangrove forest where the Tanah Lot Temple was located.

looked at Sima Qingshan, who was far away, and sighed: "This kid has grown up after all." ”

A year will always bring a little surprise.

It was snowing on the peak.

Fang Yuan removed the ban on Yi Mo Peak, no

For something else, just to see the beautiful scenery of the snow falling on the green hills.

The best thing to see in Jingshan is not the sea of clouds, but the falling snow.

However, the disciples of the One Sword Sect did not have the leisure to enjoy the snow, and the sword light was far colder than the snow.

"Master, the invitation to the annual meeting of the Shendu is here, and the real person in charge of the sect said that you should lead the team. ”

Zhou Jun jumped off the flying sword, holding the red post in his hand.

Yan Mu restrained the flow of the sword intent of the Kuaiya Sword Technique, and stepped forward, he was a Shendu person.

Everyone has a place to miss, and nostalgia often sprouts and grows into a big tree inadvertently.

Fang Yuan looked at Yan Mu, sat up from the recliner, took the post handed by Zhou Jun and said, "The snow scene in Shendu is really beautiful. ”

Su Yousheng took the sword and landed beside Fang Yuan, and said, "Why do you want you to lead the team?" ”

Unwrapping the sealed post, Fang Yuan saw many familiar names, and said, "They are all acquaintances, it's not appropriate for you and me not to go." ”

Taking over the post in Fang Yuan's hand, Su Yousheng saw the names of Yuan Huai Tong and Cong Yuan and others, this annual meeting, I'm afraid it's a little boring.

"Can you not go?" Su Yousheng put down the post and looked at Fang Yuandao with an indifferent face seriously.

Fang Yuan stood up from the recliner, took a sip of wine, and said, "Teach the real person to do it personally, why bother to refuse, besides, you should also go home and have a look." ”

At this time, Yan Mu remembered that Master Su Yousheng was also a member of Shendu.

The snow fell on Su Yousheng's face, melting, very cool, and moist, like a mother's kiss.

"Okay, listen to you. ”

Fang Yuan rubbed Su Yousheng's head and said, "It's still a little short." ”

Short nature is hair, long nature is missing.

Looking at Yan Mu, who wanted to speak and stopped, Fang Yuan said, "You can bring Jiang, but only if she is also in the team of this trip." ”

Yan Mu was overjoyed when he heard this, and he and Jiang naturally wished when he returned to his senses.

The annual meeting of the Shendu is an annual meeting for the disciples of various sects to compare their cultivation results with each other.

It is equivalent to the sword trial meeting of the Mirror Mountain One Sword Sect.

But the annual meeting of the Shendu is also the biggest gamble of the high-ranking and aristocratic royal families of various sects.

At this point, no one criticizes it, and the younger generation will be motivated with the color of the various sects.

And the one who undertook this gambling game was the most well-informed person in the Qingyi Linggu Continent than the Qingyi people, and it was most suitable for them to host the cultivation gambling game of the annual meeting.

Wen Tiansi is now the busiest yamen in the entire divine capital, and the yamen that was originally the most idle is suddenly running at a high speed, which is indeed a little unacceptable.

But we must be energetic, none of the people who came to the Shendu this time are simple characters, and which of the younger generations of the various cultivation sects is a fuel-efficient lamp.

In order to prevent something like the one from killing three thousand miles of people made by the two of the One Sword Sect, it was impossible for Wen Tiansi not to care.

However, according to reliable sources, it was still those two who led the team to the Shendu this time.

This made Cao Yangshuo, the deputy secretary of Wen Tiansi, a big headache, those two killing gods were like his nemesis, every time something happened, he would lose sleep and lose weight.

"Lao Liu, you said that these two wouldn't have a scene of killing people for 3,000 miles in Shendu, right?" Cao Yangshuo stuffed a lot of dried fruits from Dian Prefecture into his mouth and said vaguely.

Liu Mengde put down the information in his hand and said with a smile: "Will you give it, after all, there are still elders of various sects here, no matter how strong the One Sword Sect is, it will not be stupid enough to make such a low-level mistake." ”

Cao Yangshuo said: "I hope so." ”

Liu Meng

He had to turn his head and start sorting out the information of the various sects, thinking of the news from the ghost crane yesterday, he was a little excited.

This time it turned out to be Lidong, one of the leaders of the four seasons of the 24 solar terms.

He didn't expect that this One Sword Sect Yimo Peak Sword Master could actually alarm Lidong to take action personally.

However, Liu Mengde didn't think deeply, he seemed to have seen Fang Yuan's death.

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

In the mangrove forest by the sea in Danzhou, there is a man wearing a purple and gold crown standing outside the Tanah Lot Temple, his temperament is graceful and luxurious, and he is not inferior to the Great Qin Emperor Xin Xi.

He is the current master of the 24 solar terms, White Wall Alley.

It's not his real name.

In the twenty-four solar terms, there is no real name, only a code name.

Shocked out of the Tanah Lot Temple, she saw this man who made her really fall in love, and said lightly: "I have already planned this operation. ”

Whitewall Alley's eyes were as indifferent as ever, and everything was like ants in his eyes.

"As long as it doesn't affect the entire 24 solar terms, it doesn't matter what the plan is. ”

Only a man who is affectionate is suitable for killing.

Others use swords, but this merciless man uses his indifference.

How could I fall in love with such a merciful person?

Stunned asked himself more than once, but the answer was the same.

Whitewall Alley harnessed the sword light and left Tanah Lot Temple.

The sword cultivation sects in the Senluo world, in addition to the Yingzhou Shanhaiguan and Qingyao Sword Sects, which hold the oxtail of the world's swordsmanship, there is also the Chaolai Palace isolated on the sea.

The swordsmanship of the Chaolai Palace Lord is super-god, no less than the One Sword Sect and the Qingyao Sword Sect, and the people who do good things have given the Chaolai Palace Lord a name: Sword Venerable.

The head of the Qingyao Sword Sect is known as the Sword Master, while the Lord of the Chaolai Palace is known as the Sword Venerable, whether there is a competition between the two, only the heads of the two factions themselves know.

However, Yingzhou Shanhaiguan has always been very disdainful of the fight between these two factions.

Yingzhou Shanhaiguan's position as the sole kendo of the Senluo world is unshakable.

The jade gate of Qionggong on the clouds in the sky of the East China Sea faintly echoes with the Chaolai Palace.

Old Master Wensheng sat in the thatched hall on the eastern slope, poured a cup of tea, blew off the leaf stems, and sighed shallowly: "Forty years have been empty, and there is no sorrow or joy to make a wedding dress. ”

Seems to be a pointer.

The old master of the land immortal realm can see it more clearly than anyone else, and no matter how many conspiracies there are, they will become yang conspiracies in his eyes.

It's just that the chain reaction brought about by the revelation is something that he, a land immortal, can't predict.

Since it is unpredictable, it is necessary to respond to all changes with the same.

The so-called Wensheng, in fact, is a personal essence after living for a long time, but he is a human essence full of poetry and books, so people can't catch his flaws.

In this regard, the young man who holds the cat admires the most is the right of the old master of Shengsu.

In the Su Mansion of Shendu, someone brought a letter from the Fengxue Mountain, and the place where the payment was made was a dog's paw print.

Su Mu, who looked calm, saw the dog paw print in the lower right corner of the letter, like the eyes of a clear spring, and there were waves.

For many years, letters from Fengxue Mountain are so precious.

There are no superfluous words on the letter, only one line of poetry:

"The words add meals, and the words look like memories"

Under the dog's paw print on the inscription, there is also a small regular script, which is written with the word "reading".

That year, there was a young man in the snow, carrying a knife on his back, and walked alone to the underworld under the wind and snow mountain.