Halfway up the West Mountain, outside the small bamboo house.

The snow was covered in layers, and nearly half of the bamboo house had been buried.

Outside the bamboo house.

The leader rubbed his already red nose with a sad face, entered the snow, quickly bent down and dug up a cloud of frozen snow, and threw it towards the expressionless Zhang Jianyun without saying a word.

Zhang Jianyun skillfully rubbed a ball of snow with both hands, no worse than a kneading master with several years of strength, to ensure that it would not fall apart during the flight. His head tilted slightly to the left in a daze, and he dodged the leading snowball with great ease.

"If you remove the quilt, you're almost half frozen to death, it's really pitiful~"

Zhao Qingqiu laughed mercilessly on the side, dancing his sword in the wind, so unhappy.

After laughing for three breaths, a snowball came to a steady stop on her face. Zhao Qingqiu shook his face irritably and shook off the remnant snow, and the green tendons in his right hand holding the sword suddenly rose. I was obviously dancing with a sword, and it was when my perception was the keenest, how could I be slapped in the face by a snowball?

The leader held his stomach and pointed at the embarrassed Zhao Qingqiu and laughed loudly.

Before the laughter passed, Zhang Jianyun's snowball slapped his face again, causing him to sneeze again and again.

Although the leading skill is not strong, this voice is as strong as a drum, and the beauty is really zero.

on the side.

Mo Haoqiong, who was resting comfortably on the branch of the plum tree, heard the sound, and felt that this sneeze was like a pig falling off a cliff, which was very powerful, for fear that the leading sneeze would be too loud and cause an avalanche, so he poked his head out on the plum tree, and shouted with all his strength but as low as possible: "Leader, are you okay?"

"I think it's his group of confidantes who haven't seen him for a few days, and they miss him very much, and this guy must be telepathic with them, sneezing in response to their lovesickness. ”

Zhang Jianyun's movements of rubbing the snowballs with both hands were still skillful, his face was expressionless, and he said lightly.

"I'm not! I don't!

Led a rapid triple rebuttal.

On the other side of the plum tree, Ji Jingming heard the conversation and said enviously: "Uncle Mo, look at those people under the mountain, three wives and four concubines, hugging left and right, how unhappy they are." ”

"As long as you're willing to go down, you can too. Mo Haoqiong rolled his eyes and didn't bother to take care of him.

"No! I, I'm not old. Ji Jingming seemed to be very embarrassed.

"Twenty-eight is big?"

"Uncle Mo always knows in his heart, those people under the mountain can have babies at fourteen or fifteen. ”

"The lifespan of our martial arts cultivators is about 100 years, especially when they are strong, it can even reach eighty, what are you anxious about. And according to my understanding of the people under the mountain, as long as you have money, no matter how old you are, you can have three wives and four concubines. Mo Haoqiong closed the bamboo roll and sighed softly. "The problem now is, I don't have any money. ”

"What a pity. Me neither. Ji Jingming also sighed lightly.

"Master Ji doesn't have the idea of looking for a partner in our Sword Valley?"

"There's a saying...... Well...... The handsome person does not flirt with the side of the person. ”

“...... Is that what you say?"

Mo Haoqiong was happy.

Shake your hand and cover the bamboo roll firmly on your face, let the bits and pieces of sunlight through the plum leaves sprinkle on your body, and feel a trace of warmth escaping from the endless wind and snow in Sword Valley.

The snow fox gently licked Mo Haoqiong's side face with her warm little tongue.

The next moment, the sad bamboo roll and the poor little snow fox were knocked away by a snowball as hard as an iron block, and the snowball happened to be exhausted and remained firmly on Mo Haoqiong's face.

The unstable and very noble sect master of the Yi Sect was planted in the snow from a plum tree more than three feet high.

The boy staggered up from the snow.

"You ......"

Mo Haoqiong looked at the three innocent faces, tore and spit out two words, and laughed angrily.

"Haoqiong, we've been near this bamboo house for nearly three days, can't you take us to other places to visit? The leader snorted.

"I think you're dying!" Zhang Jianyun said angrily.

"In three days, we'll be ready to go, hurry, hurry. ”

Mo Haoqiong was still a little dizzy.

The leader laughed and rubbed another snowball and smashed it towards a cloud of artistic snow not far away.

"Hukeke!"

A black horse jumped up from a pile of snow, which had just covered its body, and now it broke through the snow, and the contrast between the colors of black and white was very sharp, and in this white snow, it was the most abrupt and dazzling. Black Charcoal shook off the snow and glared at its owner with great displeasure, his left front hoof rubbing against the snow, just waiting for a blow to kill the leader.

"Black charcoal hasn't been in the snow for so long, can't he get sick?"

Zhao Qingqiu asked with concern towards Zhang Jianyun.

“...... Why don't you ask me, I'm the main ......" The leader was a little uncomfortable, "Black charcoal is not an ordinary horse. I guess I just didn't see the world and was scared stupid by the snow at first, but now I think it's okay. ”

"Whew!"

The black charcoal nasal cavity squirted out white Lian like a horse, and when he heard the leader's half-boasting and half-damaged words, the left front hoof rubbed the same, and I don't know if to make a move.

What a bunch of living treasures.

Mo Haoqiong scratched his head, climbed the plum tree again, and sat comfortably next to each other on the familiar branch.

The plum trees in the West Mountain are sparsely scattered, unlike the plum trees in the North Mountain, which are layered on top of each other, beautiful and incomprehensible, but also have a unique charm, with the wind and bones of the proud pine, and also leave the beauty of the peach.

Mo Haoqiong squinted his eyes and understood the wind, reciting Confucian classics in his heart, but he always had few understandings.

This Confucian pursuit of spirit, spirit, supreme reason, and other majestic and energetic temperament, is really in great conflict with Mo Haoqiong's lazy character.

Confucian Confucianism is good at understanding Haoran righteousness, and only a carefree hero can contain his fast spirit, Mo Haoqiong himself doesn't understand, how can he give this world and seize this spirit with his own character. He may even feel unworthy, but earnestly wish it would always be there......

"Hey, asleep?"

Mo Haoqiong was in the middle of thinking, and Ji Jingming unceremoniously hammered his head with his fist.

"You...... What are you doing?" Mo Haoqiong woke up, his eyes widened, and he kicked Ji Jingming softly. Anyone who is interrupted from a struggling search will be grumpy.

"You and nephew are very lonely, come and chat with me. ”

"What are you talking about, why are you so idle today that you can stay here for a morning? If Senior Sister Song finds out that you are lazy and not diligent in meditating and practicing swords, she will definitely pick your skin. ”

Ji Jingming's eyes wandered from side to side, and after ensuring that a Song master would not suddenly pop up around him, he hurriedly said, "Are you going to go to the Qianzhiguan Temple in Bochi City in a few days?"

"yes. How?"

"I have something important to ask for help, you must not shirk it!" Ji Jingming's eyes were sincere, maybe it was really important.

"Huh? Qianzhiguan pastries are especially exquisite?"

"Pastries too! But you take this first. ”

I saw him take out a cloth bag from his bosom and open it layer by layer, and inside was a ball of paper as thick as a ball.

Ji Jingming quickly stuffed the paper ball into Mo Haoqiong's arms, "It's extremely important!" Go to Qianzhiguan, give this thing to the Dao Leader to calculate carefully, and let the Dao Chief write the calculation results on this paper ball and bring it back to me." ”

"What is this......" Mo Haoqiong leaned against the branch, confused.

"Hehe, you just need to help, Uncle Mo. It's absolutely important, it's my whole life!"

Ji Jingming laughed, especially heartily.