"Do you want to worship Senior Brother Zhou or Senior Sister Song first?"

On the side of the sword platform, Mo Haoqiong touched the body of the black charcoal and turned to the two people.

"Of course, it's the fifth week of the world!"

"Xuanshuang Sword Song Moyan. ”

The leader said at the same time as Zhang Jianyun.

The two glanced at each other and separated, and the leader immediately changed it very unambitiously, "Hmm...... It's also good to go and see the Aoxue Fairy first. ”

The black charcoal stood tall, clearly hearing the master's wall grass posture clearly, and even laughed out loud, and then let out a bitter fart.

The leader kicked the black charcoal in hatred. Black charcoal was kicked by this, snorting, and did not move in a measured manner.

Up North Mountain, up North Mountain.

At the wooden house on the top of Beishan Mountain, Song Moyan lazily collapsed on the bench outside the house.

The green silk hangs and scatters, incorporating the snow, and the small and delicate robe is wide, complementing the young body.

Three zhang away, a disciple Yingxue practiced swordsmanship.

"It doesn't matter if the internal force silk thread can be a little thinner, don't always be afraid that it will break...... Less splitting, less splitting, ah, ah, can you listen to what I said, mainly thorns, let's enter the Tao by skill......"

The Great Sect Master of Song was full of tears.

The female disciple took a sword move and playfully stuck out her tongue.

"Don't make a joke, your basic skills are still not solid now, so don't come to me to ask for skills - you Master Song are very sleepy now. ”

Song Moyan turned over and lay on the bench.

The female disciple suddenly lost most of her thoughts on sword practice, trotted over, squatted beside the bench, and held Song Moyan's long hair scattered.

Looking at Song Moyan's cute appearance, the female disciple couldn't help but rub her head again.

"Why are you so sleepy~ Is it because I missed the sect master of Xishan last night and didn't sleep well all night~"

Song Moyan slapped the hand rubbing her head away with her backhand, "How can a person in his eighties think about these ......?"

"But Master Song is still carved in pink now~ It's so cute. It's like me, I'm in my sixties, my face is gone, and no one wants it. ”

Song Moyan turned her head to look at the green and lovely face of the female disciple, and then turned her head back to press the bench, "Lan Han, you really make those women under the mountain call their father and mother." ”

"Hmph. Wen Lanhanzhi smiled proudly, and began to rub Song Moyan's little head again.

It was very warm and comfortable, so the Great Sect Master of Song no longer hindered him, and he also relaxed a lot of consciousness about observing the surroundings.

She didn't know that her Great Sect Master had returned, and she had brought three people and a horse to visit her.

Hillside.

The leader stepped a Megan exposed in the snow and took a step.

"It is rumored that the power of a real person can reach a hundred feet, listen to the wind in a hurry, open the internal force, and sweep the consciousness of a city, is it true or false. ”

"It's true. ”

"That's too strong. ”

Mo Haoqiong glanced at the leader, "Didn't you appreciate it half a month ago?" Also, don't you have a grandmaster or a real person in your family?"

"What are you thinking, the total number of grandmasters on the rivers and lakes is not more than 100 people, which one is not a famous person, in a small place like my family, no. ”

"There are only a hundred people in the world, and there are two people in Sword Valley, will there be less?"

The leader really wanted to drag Mo Haoqiong into the house and beat him up, and then talk for a long time to tell the world about the current situation, and talk about him for ten days and a half months, but the time was urgent, so he could only give up.

His voice seemed to be drained of strength, and he said with great admiration: "It's not much at all...... The sects in the world that are listed by the government, the twelve major schools of the righteous path, the seven major schools of neutrality, and the five major cults, all of which have grandmasters or real people can be listed on the list. Many sects have one who barely makes the list, not to mention that you have two in Sword Valley.

Also, your Senior Brother Zhou is the fifth in the world, and your Senior Sister Song is the thirty-third in the world, which is really strong enough.

And the sect with the most grandmasters and real people on the rivers and lakes is the Heavenly Master Mansion of the Righteous Path, and the four real people respectively master the Wind Thunder Volcano. ”

"The Heavenly Master's Mansion is the most, huh?"

"The most is the government. Seven grandmasters and two real people. Zhao Qingqiu interjected coldly.

Zhang Jianyun walked at the end and did not join the conversation between the three people, as if he was looking for something. But she was disappointed that she hadn't found it yet.

The laughter in front of her entered her ears slightly.

"I remember that Moshang Academy and Lingxia Academy are also one of the twelve masters of the righteous path. ”

"Hmm. There is a real person on Mo, and there is a grandmaster under the mausoleum. ”

"Aren't these two academies dedicated to studying?"

"Hmm. It seems that I have read and read some martial arts cultivation...... I don't understand either. Anyway, I'm going to be admitted to the hospital soon, and there's no point in thinking about it now, so it's better to experience it yourself. ”

Fast to the top of North Mountain.

On the way, the four of them happened to meet several Sword Valley disciples.

Plain clothes are like snow, and the wind is proud.

"Wind and snow practice swords, so fucking handsome!

...... Except for Zhao Laomeier. ”

Mo Haoqiong seemed to hear a loud bang.

Two snots stuck out of the leader's nose. I don't know if it's cold or painful.

Walking up again, you have reached the top of Beishan Mountain.

Mo Haoqiong pointed to the wooden house at the other end from a distance, "That's where Song Moyan, the sect leader of the Sword Valley Qi Sect, lives. ”

"It is worthy of being a master, and the secluded place is so back to the basics, with a feeling of simplicity, which is really admirable. ”

"......" Mo Haoqiong had nothing to say.

At this time, outside the wooden house.

Song Moyan, who was squinting on her stomach, suddenly raised her head and opened her eyes, her eyes flashing.

"What's wrong?" Wen Lanhan asked with concern.

"It seems to be, it seems that Xiao Mo is back!"

Song Moyan tilted his head to look in that direction, but froze again. "Zhao Qingqiu is also here, how can there be ...... Two people and one horse. ”

On the other side, the four of them kept moving forward, getting closer and closer to the wooden house.

"It is rumored that the Proud Snow Fairy has a childish face, a lily of the valley jade body, and is beautiful and moving......"

The leading kidneys don't know who twisted a full half circle.

His tears flowed.

"Are you having a brain cramp or what's going on, you and Jian Yun obviously only met her before. Zhao Qingqiu told the truth.

"Although Song Zhenren ...... this year Wait for me to do the math...... He is eighty-one years old.

But it is rumored that when you enter the grandmaster or a real person, you will freeze your face and no longer age. And Song Zhenren was one of the four beauties famous in the rivers and lakes at the beginning, at that time, I don't know how many literati chanted poems, and chivalrous masters competed for pursuit, which made the Taoist of Taixuan Palace, that is, the current master of Taixuan Palace, haunted by dreams. ”

"Why do you have so many rumors, but it's true that her face hasn't changed since she joined the real person, Senior Sister Song told me personally.

Hey...... Do you know what age Senior Sister Song is when she entered the real person?"

"It seems to be rumored to be more than twenty ......"

Zhao Qingqiu laughed beside him.

The leader looked confused.

It's been walked in.

Song Moyan and Wen Lanhan sat on the bench and had a long talk.

The white snow lined the two like fairies in the sky.

Mo Haoqiong walked forward and waved. "Senior Sister Song!"

Zhang Jianyun, who had been looking around for something, also looked straight at it.

"Unadorned hanging hair, natural face, tall and proud figure, really worthy of being one of the four beauties of the year......"

Zhao Qingqiu felt okay in the first half of the sentence, but it felt very wrong in the back.

Song Moyan smiled and raised his hand, shaking in response.

Zhao Qingqiu walked a few steps towards the leader, and said softly: "Mo Haoqiong didn't finish speaking, I'll say it for him." When Uncle Song entered the real person,

Thirteen years old. ”

The leader of the whole person is fixed in the snow.

“？”