The Valley of Swords is extremely high and steep.

The mountains and snow are long, the forests are scattered, and they are covered in silver, which is beautiful.

The wind and snow are elegant and quite beautiful.

Xue'er gently landed on Mo Haoqiong's robe. He slowly reached out and caught a lonely light snow.

It's a warm and bleak that can only be found in Sword Valley. The red dust under the mountain and the flying snow on the mountain are difficult to cross each other, just like Mo Haoqiong's heart.

A large nest of snow foxes poked out their small heads in the snowdrifts everywhere, and their eyes were rolling.

Occasionally, one or two bold thieves rolled down the snowy slopes, as if they were stepping on a cold wind.

"Huh!"

A snow fox flipped in the air and was about to fall.

Zhao Qingqiu smiled and opened his arms, but the snow fox landed steadily on Mo Haoqiong's head.

A fugitive was embarrassed in place.

The other slipped up to Song Moyan, and his little paws shaved Song Moyan's scattered flower skirt.

Song Moyan's old face turned red, and he bent down to pick up the little elf. The index finger teased the snow fox's little mouth, the snow fox was very unhappy, but the arms were warm, and he was reluctant to leave.

Ji Jingming was very helpless, and several snow foxes pinched and hung on his body, like in the snow of the world, adding a plain white clothes.

Zhang Jianyun, who was walking at the end, shot his eyes to the group of snow foxes who were still watching in the distance.

A snow fox was frightened, and its little feet were suddenly unstable and rolled backwards. The remaining few screamed softly and quickly hid. They didn't know much, but they thought that his eyes were terrible.

Zhang Jianyun retracted his gaze with some distress, reached out and knocked on his head.

The leader is impatiently patting the snow on the black charcoal. This stupid horse can't do it when eating and playing, but a few pieces of snow are pressed on his back, as if he is stupid.

But it can't be blamed. In the entire southwest, if you don't go to the Sword Valley, you may not see snow for the rest of your life.

There is no road in the west mountain, and the higher you go.

Mo Haoqiong gasped slightly.

It's sunset.

The red sun is shining in the sky, and the snow is drifting.

A few trees scattered plum blossoms.

An indescribable magnificence.

Endless wind and snow washed over their hearts.

The leader, who has always jumped out, also calmed down at this time. There was a sparkle in his eyes that he had never seen in the previous nineteen years.

Zhang Jianyun also looked at the sunset and flowers and snow stupidly, and suddenly saw that the leader was looking at him. He gave the leader a punch to the forehead with a blank face.

The leader grinned and took the punch as weak as cotton.

"I know exactly what you look like. ”

Zhang Jianyun blushed instantly.

Lift your feet.

Whip legs like the wind!

Swept through the snow and whipped the leader's stomach.

The leader remained motionless, smiling at the whip leg.

But he couldn't laugh immediately, he never expected Zhang Jianyun's record to be true.

The strength knocked him back dozens of feet, and the young master was kicked off the snow slope very miserably.

Black Charcoal tilted his head and raised the horse's hooves, as if he was laughing at the black-clothed boy lying in the snow pit who seemed to be dead.

Ji Jingming felt the movement behind him, and when he looked back, only one person and one horse were standing awkwardly.

"Huh, what about the leading brother?"

He slipped on one foot and rolled down to his head. ”

The afterglow on Zhang Jianyun's face has not yet dissipated, but the afterglow of the sunset is sprinkled on her face, and she doesn't know whether it is a human blush or a sunset red.

Ji Jingming didn't think much about it.

"Brother Leader is real...... It's interesting. ”

The sun sets, the night is draped, the broken stars are dotted, and the moon hangs in the sky.

In the bamboo house, the leader wrapped Mo Haoqiong in front of him, the quilt full of smell that was thrown in the corner by Zhao Qingqiu, his hands trembled, holding a cup of hot tea.

"Shhh...... This snowstorm is really terrible. ”

The leading teeth are fighting like crazy.

"At this time, the disciples of Sword Valley should all practice swords outside. ”

Zhao Qingqiu took a sip of tea dignified and said.

The air smelled of embarrassment.

At this time, it was the moment when she was cutting the wind outside the house, but there was a man in the house, and she really couldn't do it without him and practice swords outside.

The leader didn't seem to feel Zhao Qingqiu's embarrassment at all, because he had already turned into a shivering ball.

Outside. on the plum tree.

Mo Haoqiong lazily leaned against the trunk of the tree, his hands resting behind his head, looking at the bright moon and reciting the poems.

Song Moyan and Ji Jingming have returned to Beishan.

It seems that from tomorrow onwards, it will be time to continue to live the day after day.

"Ahh......h

Under the plum tree, Zhang Jianyun fell, still catching the snow fox with a thief heart.

But these snow foxes, who usually swing with small steps, are now running wildly, for fear of being caught by Zhang Jianyun's claws.

Zhang Jianjun was very angry.

But those snow foxes are still very skinny, and they are circling around five feet on Zhang Jianyun's side. Although they were afraid of the chilling breath that escaped from her eyes, they knew that they would not be able to catch themselves with her skills.

A snow fox picked a fresh plum and covered it with snowflakes, so that the bad cover was on Zhang Jianyun's head. The ass twisted, and the girl slipped away.

"Ahh

Zhang Jianyun wanted to cry without tears.

Mo Haoqiong heard the wailing clearly, and sighed with a smile. Reaching out and scratching his hair, the cold wind carried it awe.

Maybe these days, Xishan will be more lively.

The full moon shines brightly, and he is not alone.

Far, far away.

In the dimly lit hall, a few candles glowed faintly.

One man was half-lying on the throne of bones at the highest point in the temple.

The black idol behind the throne was hideous and eerie, with clasped hands and tentacles on its back.

And a trace of blood in his eyes was flowing in circles at this time.

"Wu Xun, dead?"

Under the seat, a man half-knelt on the cold floor, his head buried deeply.

"Yes. ”

"Who did it?"

“...... Ignorance. ”

"Huh?"

The moonlight shone through the glass window, completely enveloping the kneeling man.

"Your Excellency, please give the congregation three days, only three days ......"

Before he could finish speaking, his head slid silently down from his neck.

The remnants remained on their knees.

Another man came out of the darkness and knelt down with the stump in the cold moonlight.

If it weren't for the headless body, these two would be the same.

"I have been lurking in the Divine Sect for more than 50 years, just waiting for this great opportunity to appear, but Wu Xun's waste went wrong!"

On the Throne of Bones, the man's tone was violent, but his voice did not fluctuate in the slightest.

The other person in the audience was silent, as if he had died with a crippled body on his side.

"But it doesn't hurt. Southwest Zezhou, if I have the chance, I can go shopping.

Interesting...... It's funny. ”

The other is far, far away.

Xiuzhu garden, rockery clear spring, trees and bamboo forest, quite handsome.

A Confucian scholar is holding a paper fan, listening to the wind and admiring the moon.

A swift flew under the moon, like an off-string arrow from a bow of the full moon. As it flew over the garden, it hurriedly slowed down, circled in a continuous circle, and finally fluttered its wings, and came to a steady stop on the shoulders of the Confucian scholars.

Confucius frowned, this purple sand eagle swallow can't be used in any situation. Kuaishou removed the letter tied to Feiyan's leg and read it carefully.

After reading it, the Confucian scholars raised their eyebrows angrily, and their righteousness was awe-inspiring.

"Lawlessness!"

A majestic righteousness that contains the truthfulness and truth exploded from his mouth, as if these five words have subtle words and great meanings, forming the avenue of heaven and earth!

Sitting in the garden, it suddenly seems to have lost the shackles of heaven and earth, the fresh leaves are decayed, the dead branches are regenerated, and the life is endless.

Finally, the Confucian sound gradually dissipated, and the time that had been scattered gathered back again.

The Confucian muttered softly.

"This Zhang Juding is really nonsense...... Or is it just that the thing that the Mo family has hidden is going to be found......"

The last one is far, far away.

No. It should not be far away.

Jingxi Town.

The reed leaned against the gatehouse.

A token is hung haphazardly on the doorway.

He looked up at the cold moonlight.