The spring, summer, and winter seasons are extremely short, and the autumn is extremely long, and it is already January at the moment, but there is no snow falling.

The handsome young man walked slowly along the mountain path, hiding his old arrogant look, and nodding slightly to the mountain disciple who greeted him respectfully with a warm smile.

When there was no one in front of him, the man's face turned a grim look, he couldn't go on like this!

As the sect master's personal disciple and the sect's senior brother, he is the one who will inherit the position of the sect master in the future and lead the Fallen Leaves Sect!

Looking at the Fallen Leaves Sect, only the disciples of Ye Jing's uncle and ancestor are higher than him, but Ye Zhiqiu doesn't ask about the world, only cultivates the avenue, and after Ye Hua removes the position of sect master, he will not compete with him at all, originally thinking that with his outstanding cultivation, he will pursue the master's daughter Ye Zhi, Senior Sister Ye Zhi, and inherit the position of the sect master naturally, but Liu Yao never thought that there would be a Dong Yanyan who was born out of nowhere.

All kinds of tricks are opened, the talent is still above Ye Zhiqiu, and even the fantastic one day to break through two realms in a row, what kind of monster is this!

But these are not what worries Liu Yao, even if Dong Yanyan's talent is high, the young man who grew up in the Fallen Leaf Sect since he was a child can suppress him with his wrists, what if he cultivates to a high level? After he becomes the sect master, he is just his thug.

What really worries Liu Yao is that in the past, even if he invited him, Senior Sister Ye Zhi, who shirked in every possible way, actually ran to Jinliu Peak when she was fine, and a few days ago, someone even said that she saw Dong Nanyan helping Ye Zhi to Yaofeng. And in the sect, it seems that everyone's affection for this amiable little uncle is increasing day by day, and some people dare to compare Dong Nanyan with him.

The two outspoken disciples upstairs have been arranged by him to go to the deserted mountain for retreat, but the symptoms are not cured, since someone has said such a thing, it means that someone will say it again.

If this young man continues to develop like this, his uncle and ancestor will take care of him in every way, the master can rest assured, the junior sister will fall in love with him, and the master will return to his heart, won't the position of the sect master have nothing to do with him?

On the mountain road, Liu Yao had all kinds of thoughts in his heart, and finally turned into a sneer.

"Uncle Shi, don't blame me. ”

Originally, after Ye Hua became the sect master, he wanted to let his uncle Ye Che sit on this peak and be in charge of the precepts, but Ye Che was free by nature, and he didn't even have a disciple under his door, where would he take this kind of errand, so this mountain peak was handed over to Elder He, who was once the sect leader of another sect, and the old man was originally invested in the Fallen Leaf Sect because the sect was destroyed, and he was diligent for many years, Ye Hua was relieved of it.

In the cave of Zhangjie Peak, Elder He saw the uninvited young man and said with a smile: "What kind of wind blew the senior nephew here?"

Suddenly, Elder He, who was about to get up, stiffened, and a long sword was no more than a foot away from his neck.

Suppressing the panic in his heart, Elder He was surprised: "Senior Nephew Liu Yao, what do you mean by this?"

Putting down the long sword that was taken out of the Immortal Building, Liu Yao said with a smile: "There are a few words today that I can't understand clearly, so I came to ask Elder He for advice or two." ”

I don't know what kind of medicine Liu Yao sells in the gourd, the hands folded in front of the abdomen moved slightly, and a silver needle was twisted by the old man's fingers, "But it doesn't hurt to say it." ”

The young man paced lightly and recited lightly: "Since entering the Fallen Leaf Sect, he has not killed a disciple of the Forest Bone Domain, he has attacked the Fallen Leaf Sect on the Sen Bone Domain, Wan Wang Niangniang is considerate, I am someone who must be..."

The door of the cave slammed shut, and Elder He's face was full of shock, "Liu Yao, what nonsense are you talking about." ”

Liu Yao, who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, smiled at Elder He who was shocked: "I'm not talking nonsense, this is all what the letter says, Elder He of the Fallen Leaf Sect who is in charge of the precepts, what I said is not true?"

In the panic, the killing machine fluctuated, and Elder He was thinking in his heart about what consequences he would need to pay for killing this Liu Yao, who knew his secret.

Liu Yao, who ascended to the fifth floor of the building realm, did not panic at all, sat lightly on the side, leisurely tasted a sip of tea, and praised the old man: "Elder He is worthy of being the master of a sect, this majestic cultivation, in our sect, except for the two senior uncles and ancestors, my master Ye Hua and the two elders of the Shentong Building and the Shenbing Pavilion, it is really difficult to meet opponents." ”

Elder He chuckled, "Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you?"

Hearing the young man say this, the old man was no longer so worried, the man in front of him must have a plan, otherwise if he wanted to take him down, how could he come alone?

Spit out broken tea leaves from his mouth, Liu Yao put down the teacup, "Of course I'm afraid, the silver needle in Elder He's hand, isn't it a matter of minutes to kill me." ”

The man sneered, "But kill me, I'm afraid that Elder He's touching book will be made public in the Fallen Leaves Sect, but I don't know if Elder He's ability can withstand the thunderous anger of my two senior uncles and ancestors." ”

Elder He lowered his eyebrows, "Say, what do you want?"

Liu Yao laughed, "Elder He is really a smart person, not confused. ”

As the man spoke softly, Elder He trembled and looked incredulous.

The man was waiting for his reply, and the old man pondered for a moment, since the handle was in the hands of others, there was no other way, and since this was the case, then wealth and wealth were in danger.

The old man agreed. ”

The old man, who was tied to a rope with the man, shook his head and smiled: "Senior nephew, senior nephew, you are better than me." ”

Liu Yao, who knew that the old man was shocked and shocked, but he would definitely agree, smiled lightly, "Uncle Shi agreed." ”

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On the mountain, Dong Nanyan was happy and sad in his heart, and Song Jieyi, who had only said a word except for outsiders, finally spoke to him.

But the girl's words made the boy blush.

Song Jieyi, who was passing by, snorted and laughed as he looked at the young man writing on red rice paper.

The Chinese New Year is just a few days away, and the young man who was going to write a couplet and stick it on the door looked at the work that had just been completed, and wondered, "What's wrong?"

Originally, I still wanted to be cold to Dong Nanyan, but when I saw the words on the couplet, Song Jieyi really couldn't hold back, "The wealth is coming in, and you will live happily and live a long life." ”

Song Jieyi smiled and bent over, "You still have one less horizontal batch, do you want to make everything go well?"

Dong Nanyan thought that the girl was laughing at his ugly words, but he didn't expect it to be the content of the laughter, and he was puzzled: "Is there anything wrong with writing like this? I think in our town, the New Year is posted like this." ”

Song Jieyi put away his smile, although Dong Nanyan's handwriting is not brilliant, but it is also neat, but there is a problem with this content, "Yes, this couplet is a good couplet when placed under the mountain, but on the mountain, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a curse." ”

Pointing to the sentence of happiness and longevity, Song Jieyi said: "Cultivation is to prolong life, longevity is just the wish of ordinary people, for cultivators, if it is not for accidental death and fall in the fight, cultivation can live more than 100 years old, and climbing the stairs is a layer of life extension for 20 years, not to mention those genius treasures that increase longevity, so you write 1000 years old, this is no different from a curse." ”

Originally, I was thinking of writing something for the two uncles, Elder Zhao, Zhou Shao, and Ye Zhi's Dong Nanyan realized that what the girl said was reasonable, and it was a little inappropriate.

Dong Nanyan thanked: "Thank you Miss Song for reminding me." ”

Song Jieyi, who had said so many words, glanced at Dong Nanyan, stretched out his hand and patted his mouth, turned around and was about to leave, resuming the cold war.

"Miss Song. ”

Dong Nanyan called Song Jieyi, he saw a girl writing on the side of the mountain with dry branches, the handwriting was majestic, the rhyme was vivid, I don't know how many times better than his own words, Dong Nanyan asked: "Miss Song, can you help me write some words?"

had the heart to refuse, but thinking of the content that the young man almost provoked a joke, Song Jieyi stopped, turned around and picked up the pen on the table, and glared at Dong Yanyan fiercely, "I owe you!"

Seeing that the girl was willing, Dong Nanyan laughed, "I owe Miss Song something." ”

Song Jieyi, who was waiting for Dong Nanyan to say the content, muttered in a low voice, "Is it still up?"

didn't hear this sentence, Dong Nanyan, who was thinking hard about the content, said: "For Uncle Ye Jing, I wrote that in order to enhance the opportunity, I will support the boat to cross the sea for another spring." ”

After lifting the pen and writing, Song Jieyi gave a thumbs up, "Your uncle didn't hurt you in vain, this sycophant is good." ”

Dong Nanyan shook his head, "Sticking couplets, isn't it all a good omen." ”

"That's right. ”

Song Jieyi nodded, "What about the horizontal batch?"

Dong Nanyan smiled: "Just write further." ”

With the young man's dictation, the girl lifted the pen, and a pair of couplets was completed, which was beautiful and beautiful, and the charm was outstanding.

Looking at the only three pieces of rice paper left, Dong Nanyan was a little worried, how to write it for Ye Zhi?

"The style is outstanding, and the drizzle and breeze are turning sunny?"

"Miss Song, you are so insightful, you can help me think about it, if it is for Miss Ye Zhi, how should I write it?"

The girl in Tsing Yi, who was about to finish writing the last couplet, stopped writing, "You can write it yourself, I'm tired of writing." ”

The girl walked to the wooden building and did not look back.

The confused young man said to himself: "I didn't provoke her." ”

In the house that belonged to Song Junyi, the girl who walked into the house looked at the jade pendant covered by the silk cloth by the window and was stunned.

Originally, the jade pendant was hung by the window, and she planned to return it to Dong Nanyan after "scattering the taste", but whenever the girl saw this jade pendant, the picture of the young man blocking her sword in front of her would flash in her mind that day.

Sick of it.

Song Jieyi said that he was tired, Dong Nanyan had to write down the couplet by himself, put away the couplet, put it in the storage bag, and went down to Jin Liufeng.

I didn't see Zhou Yao by the stream, so Dong Nanyan first went to send the couplet to the mountain of the two uncles, and after sending it out with his own hands, he went to Guigen Mountain.

Located in the center of the Fallen Leaf Sect, the mountain is not the largest, but it contains the most aura on the root mountain, Dong Nanyan did not enter the mansion on the mountain, and sent the couplet to the subordinate who stood at the door, and after thanking him, he turned around and went down the mountain.

On the top of the mountain where the floating cranes were raised, he did not meet Zhou Shao, and after asking his senior sister to help transfer the couplet, Dong Nanyan returned to Jinliufeng.

On the two peaks where Ye Jing and Ye Che were, they received a couplet from Dong Nanyan, and the two old men were very happy, and Ye Che waved his hand, and the couplet was automatically pasted on the door.

A practitioner's retreat may be three years and five years, and the Tao is profound, or even a hundred years and thousands of years, so it is not particularly important for the Chinese New Year.

Standing outside the door, the big red rice paper on the door was particularly conspicuous, and Ye Jing instructed the people beside him: "Go get some rice paper again, and change it for our hall." ”

Looking at the figure who was busy going down the mountain, the old man smiled: "It's more popular." ”

Dong Nanyan, who returned to Jinliufeng, didn't know that with the two uncles pasting couplets, a couplet frenzy was set off in the Fallen Leaves Sect.

Someone mentioned at the door of the cave, "It doesn't matter if you concentrate this year, you will be able to step on the roof of the building next year." ”

Someone posted in front of the house, "The supernatural power is deep year by year, and the road is wide day by day." ”

All kinds of variety, full of tricks.

But the most shocking thing is the mountain of Master Zhou Shao, the giant couplet hanging on both sides of the mountain.

"A spiritual treasure fell from the sky. ”

"Pick up the elixir on the ground. ”

In the middle, there are three horizontal batches of big characters, and the dragon flies and the phoenix dances.

"Good luck!"

For a while, in the Fallen Leaf Sect, the atmosphere was festive, and the haze of the white bone lady killing into the Fallen Leaf Sect seemed to dissipate a little under the couplet full of good signs.

Returning to the root mountain, Ye Zhi looked at the neat two lines of words on the couplet, and smiled.

In Zhou Shao's house, the senior sister, who didn't have a good face for him before, smiled and put the couplet in the room, and said a lot of good things to the boy, and then left.

Holding the couplet in his hand, the boy who did not open it had a complicated expression.

At night, when she heard footsteps downstairs an hour or two ago, and knew that Dong Nanyan had returned to the wooden building, the girl who tossed and turned took another piece of silk cloth and pressed the jade pendant.

Knowing that although the young man was rude, but it was indeed for her good that day, Song Jieyi thought about it, walked downstairs, and knocked on the door gently.

By the lake, she slapped him in the face, and he said, "Thank you today." On Jin Liufeng, he stood in front of her, and the girl felt that although she didn't owe each other, she still had to thank him, otherwise she would always feel uncomfortable.

After knocking for a long time, there was obviously a sound in the house, but no one opened the door, thinking that the young man didn't want to pay attention to her, Song Jieyi stood at the door and said, "Hey, thank you that day." ”

No one responded, and Song Jiyi, who was about to return upstairs with a mutter, suddenly stopped, and there was a noise in the young man's room, as if someone had fallen to the ground.

Thinking that something had happened to Dong Nanyan, Song Jieyi, who slapped the door open, saw the scene in the house and was stunned.

The young man in a coarse cloth shirt, with his hair tangled in one hand and a verdant hairpin in the other, fell to the ground.

The boy who had been tinkering with his hair and wanted to make a bun and insert the hairpin into it, tied up his hair didn't want the girl to see this embarrassment, and lowered his head.

Song Jieyi, who had been stunned at the door for a while, helped Dong Yanyan up, looked at the hairpin in the young man's hand and his right hand wrapped in hair, and asked with a smile: "Why are you tying your hair?"

The young man looked down at the verdant color in his hand, and he didn't want to tie his hair, but today, it was the boy's birthday, and after today, there were only five years left for him.

Song Jieyi, who was thoughtful, asked in a low voice, "Today is the day you tie your hair?"

At the age of fifteen, he wanted to tie his hair, and the young man nodded and said, "I'm sorry to scare Miss Song." ”

The right hand couldn't be pulled out, and it was tied with hair, seeing Dong Nanyan's strange posture untying his hair, Song Jiyi was afraid that the black hair would be pulled down by the young man at the next moment.

"Don't move. ”

Let the young man sit down and carefully untie the young man's buttoned hair, Song Jieyi smiled dumbly, this is a braided hair bun, this is obviously a knot in the hair.

"You have your hair in a bun like that?"

"How do you make it up?"

The slender jade hand flexibly twisted up the black hair, Song Jieyi's face suddenly turned red, the man's head couldn't be touched, let alone helping to tie the hair.

I didn't care about it, but thinking of the young man's clumsy methods, the girl silently said in her heart, "Send the Buddha to the West." ”

Standing behind Dong Nanyan, Song Jieyi combed the boy's hair with a comb, put his right hand on the root of the hair, twisted the hair with his left hand, twisted the hair into a hair bundle, and then coiled the hair in a bun on the top of his head.

The room was quiet only with the sound of fingers rubbing his hair, and even during the meditation, Dong Nanyan could hear the heartbeat of the girl behind him, of course, there was his.

Reaching out to the boy for the hairpin, he gently inserted it into the bun.

Song Jieyi walked up to the young man and smiled with satisfaction.

Dong Yanyan, who didn't know what it looked like, asked, "Miss Song, what are you laughing at?"

"It's okay, it's fine..."

Song Jieyi said indifferently: "It's okay." ”

Just tie up your hair, Dong Nanyan smiled and said, "Thank you, Miss Song, what's the matter with Miss Song?" I was in a hurry just now, and I didn't hear what you said at the door. ”

I've helped you tie your hair, and you still want to hear thank you?

The girl who walked towards her room smiled.

"Your door is broken, it's time to fix it. ”