The leader was stuck in the snow like a stone sculpture, and the two of them ignored him and continued to move forward.

Mo Haoqiong walked in front of Song Moyan and squatted down.

Song Moyan stretched out her little hand and lovingly rubbed Mo Haoqiong's brain.

"Did the sweeper give you snowflakes?"

"What snowflakes?"

"It's fine. He'll come back with you, and I'll beat him up later." ”

"Duster's nephew...... It is difficult to say a word, he was injured on the side of the Yanshan faction, so he stayed there to recuperate, and has not returned. This is over, and he still needs to recuperate from his injuries, so don't punish him. ”

"Okay, okay~" Song Moyan's smiling face blossomed.

Wen Lanhan also sat on the side with a smile, raised her right hand lightly to cover her lips and coughed a few times.

Master Song, please pay attention to the image.

There are a few people behind Uncle Mo, it is estimated that Uncle Mo invited guests outside, keep your arrogant posture, okay?

Song Moyan seemed to know Wen Lanhan's thoughts, and whispered, "I have met him once, and he is not an extremely born person." ”

Zhang Jianyun walked steadily, raising his hands and clenching his fists.

The strong coat is draped, clean and neat.

"Zhang Jianyun, a scattered person in the rivers and lakes, met Song Zhenren. ”

Song Moyan waved his little hand, and the frost on his face receded slightly.

"You're welcome. Half a month has passed, and you are a lot more heroic. ...... at a young age" Song Moyan suddenly discovered that Zhang Jianyun was dressed as a woman, and Xiao Mo and Zhao Qingqiu didn't seem to know. At the moment, the small mouth pouted slightly, and he didn't debunk it, "It's not easy to have the Yellow Court of the Five Realms." This root bone qualification, even in this Sword Valley, is also in the middle. ”

The gesture in the words is one hundred and eighty years old, but her lovely face is really difficult to be serious.

Zhang Jianyun wanted to reach out and pinch Song Moyan's little face, but he was suddenly shocked by his thoughts and sweated. Offending real people is a big no-no.

What's more, it's a friend's senior sister.

"Real ...... Overrated. ”

As if he was afraid, he hurriedly took two steps back, ready to pull the leader who was frozen and sticky behind.

Song Moyan tilted his head in confusion.

Wen Lanhan, who was sitting close to Master Song, smiled dotingly, and stretched out his hand to straighten the little head of the Great Sect Master of Song.

The leader has not yet broken free from Zhao Qingqiu's sentence "Uncle Song is only thirteen when he is a real person", and his mind is buzzing.

Entering the real realm at the age of thirteen, what a concept!

Among the rivers and lakes, the youngest grandmaster is the singer Chen Zhouhua, seventeen into the grandmaster, two or three battles of each faction, this year is only twenty-seven, has won many grandmasters in the real life of nearly thirty years of the old-timers, can be described as a legend on the rivers and lakes.

Thirteen into the real ...... Thirteen into the real ......

He is now nineteen, and he has just arrived in the Five Realms.

But in terms of his qualifications, he can be regarded as one in a hundred in this river and lake.

The leader is well versed in martial arts, but diligence is indispensable, and the accompanying requirement of diligence is time.

Thirteen into the real ...... Unbelievable.

"What are you doing? Why don't you hurry up and meet Song Zhenren?"

I don't know when the leader has been pushed to Song Moyan by Zhang Jianyun.

The leader looks down.

A small person, expressionless, and a little cold.

Half a month ago, the leader thought that Song Moyan had practiced rejuvenating and rejuvenating skills, etc., so that he had such a delicate appearance...... Thirteen into real people!

Mo Haoqiong, who was standing on the side, didn't help at all to relieve the embarrassment.

Hesitate and clench your fists.

"Northwest Xizhou, led by the leader, meet Song Zhenren. ”

"You're welcome. ”

The leader clearly knew that the little person in front of him was an extremely strong grandmaster in the rivers and lakes, but he still couldn't help but say, "The history of Taixuan Palace......"

A gentle pressure from an internal force full of wind and snow stuck in his throat just right.

I can't make a sound......

The internal forces dissipated again.

"What?" Song Moyan asked as if she was very normal.

The leader sweated, knowing that if he said that person's name again, maybe it would not be a half-breath thing to get stuck in his throat, "Li...... It has a long history, and it can be traced back to more than 800 years ago, I don't know if it has any contact with Sword Valley. ”

Seeing that the leader was very acquainted, Song Moyan followed his words and said coldly: "No." ”

Wen Lanhan stood up and played the round, "A few people have come from afar, and they are tired of traveling and driving, so let's have a cup of tea in the house." ”

Mo Haoqiong nodded again and again.

The leader took a few steps back, watched Song Moyan and Wen Lanhan walk into the wooden house, and asked Zhao Qingqiu calmly, "Isn't that Song Zhenren's residence, how can you still let me wait for outsiders to enter?"

"You ask me, how do I know? You two and a horse are estimated to be the first visitors to Sword Valley in more than ten years. ”

"The first batch? impossible, you're exaggerating. ”

"It's not an exaggeration, have you heard how many outsiders have entered the Sword Valley on the rivers and lakes?"

“......”

Six people live in the same room, which is still relatively spacious.

The black charcoal outside is next to the outer wall of the wooden house, and the extended roof tiles help it block the countless snowfalls.

The oil lamp is long, and the tea is fragrant.

The unfenced windows could see the snow flying outside, but it also allowed the cold wind to run around the house.

The embarrassment spread in the house, and even the snot that was originally running up and down in the lead was a lot calmer.

"Is there anything important for the two of you to come to Sword Valley?" Song Moyan sat in a room, obviously the smallest and the most mature in tone.

"It's okay, I'm just asking him to come and meet you and Senior Brother Zhou. ”

"Xiao Mo is so good to me~" Song Moyan said sweetly.

The cold frost suddenly switched to the warm winter sun, which made it difficult for the leader and Zhang Jianyun to react all of a sudden.

Wen Lanhan simply turned a blind eye.

After talking for more than half an hour, it happened that Song Moyan and Zhang Jianyun were out together, and the remaining people were chatting inside.

The two were quiet, and Zhang Jianyun suddenly took out a letter from his cuff.

"Sure enough. Song Moyan laughed at herself and took it.

"Song Zhenren's eyes are like torches, but I still think it's better not to take it apart immediately. ”

"What's wrong?"

Zhang Jianyun wanted to speak and stopped, sorted out all the words in his abdomen, and finally chose to say perhaps the best way to speak in Sword Valley, "I'm afraid that you will be unable to restrain yourself after reading it, and if you miss it, you can lie in the coffin if you beat me." ”

"True person, I haven't been stained with blood in Sword Valley for almost fifty years, you can rest assured of this. Song Mo smiled lightly, but still ended the action of opening the letter.

Glancing at the envelope, he tucked back into his underwear.

On this envelope, there are wax pills for the government.

"The letter from the Song family. ”

Song Moyan asked very surely.

“...... Be. ”

"It's been so many years, and from time to time I still use various methods to deliver letters to my hands, so it's annoying. ”

Zhang Jianjun didn't know how to answer.

"Tsk, let's not talk about these troubles.

I see you've come here, and you've been looking around all the time, what are you looking for?"

Zhang Jianjun was unmoved.

"I know you're a daughter, so you and I don't have anything to say. ”

Song Moyan stroked the hair in front of her that blocked her vision, and stood on tiptoe, but found that she still couldn't hook Zhang Jianyun's neck. She was a little frustrated, "Say." ”

Zhang Jianyun looked down at the very cute Song Moyan, and involuntarily reached out to cover his cheeks, which was a little hot.

"How...... Why didn't you see the snow fox?"