How many people yearn to go back in time. —Epigraph.

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The mountain paper is very soft and dazzlingly white, just like seeing the snow on the snow peak, reflecting the dazzling black letters at the beginning of the letterhead.

The words written by the other party - the secret realm knows the flower!

The simple four words made Qian Duoduo's mood extremely heavy.

Who is behind this? Kidnapping Zhang Xiaohua to coerce him, he is not afraid of his identity as an inner disciple of Snow Sword Villa, and he is also a famous cultivation sect.

I just don't know...... Whether it is related to the latest assassination of himself, Qian Duoduo thought about it.

After thinking about it in his heart, Qian Duoduo had already made a decision, so he temporarily abandoned distracting thoughts and began to wave.

The dragon pen roamed in his hand, sometimes gently and sometimes suddenly, everything seemed to be as easy as flowing water.

The pen and ink on the paper sketched only to see a young man sweeping snow in front of the court and not knowing the return date, and from a distance, it seemed that the goose feather snow began to fall in the mountain paper, and the boundless seemed to drown the young man under the snow.

In a certain pavilion of the Smoke and Rain Pavilion, it is fresh and elegant. The woman in a goose yellow dress was slim, and her water-cutting autumn eyes began to change slightly through the crystal curtain under her eyes, which was very bright, and even she didn't notice the corners of her mouth slightly hooked.

The scene in the crystal curtain is exactly that Qian Duoduo's posture.

At this time, there were ripples in the void of the attic, and a man in black appeared silently, "What? This is tempting? This is not my precious daughter's heart." ”

Su Yingxuan came back to her senses, her face was embarrassed, and she immediately returned to nature, "Daddy, don't talk nonsense, it's not there." This girl's heart is higher than the sky, how can he be a mortal boy worthy of my more looks?"

As she spoke, the goose-yellow woman turned sideways and secretly glanced at the young man in the painting, and then turned her head and pretended to look at the man in black calmly, with a breezy appearance.

The man in black laughed and said, "I think your mother, whose eyes are higher than the sky, also chased your father and me like this."

The man glanced at Qian Duoduo, who was serious about painting, "Hey, the man is so good and helpless." ”

The goose-yellow woman smiled slyly, "Yes, yes, Daddy is the most heroic and the most powerful." ”

The man in black reached out and patted his daughter's shoulder, and said with a smile: "What do you want to ask for that kid?"

"Dad, can you stop the money boy from drawing a formation?"

The man in black chuckled and shook his head, "Don't you see that he has this intention for a long time, and he is unshakable." ”

The man in black sighed lightly: "My generation of monks wish that all the secret books of the world's divine skills are owned by themselves, only what they have learned, they are the best, and they are invincible in the world, so where do they want it to be widely known all over the world?"

"This is also the place where Dad can't understand this kid the most. ”

The man in black looked at his daughter with a smile, and stretched out his hand to put down the hood and green yarn on his head, "The perennial green veil covers his face, how can he be in a mess when he sees him? ”

Su Yingxuan shook her arm, "Oh daddy, you know what Xuanxuan means, can you?"

The man thought and said, "Actually, handing over the Drifting Snow Array is not necessarily a bad thing for him. ”

Seeing his daughter's puzzled face, the man in black shook his head and said, "At least, the next trip to the Ghost Kiln Secret Realm may have fewer twists and turns." ”

"And my Yanyu Pavilion can still make a lot of money from this! Why not?"

Su Yingxuan said dissatisfiedly: "Hmph! It's not that rouge box, doesn't this money boy have a beloved girl?"

The man chuckled.

Su Yingxuan suddenly asked, "Daddy, who is the force that stores this auction item?"

The man in black suddenly looked serious, and patted his fragrant shoulder, "Xuanxuan, this is not something you should care about. ”

The man looked at the crystal curtain and continued: "Anyway, you have to know that this is all for your good, and of course Daddy will not lose his face to plan the creation of a junior. ”

"This kid can shield himself from heavenly calculations, and there must be a big secret hidden in his body, so all forces are secretly arranged, our family, the foundation is thin, and we can't shed this sea of fire. ”

"So, in the future, even in that secret realm, you should not approach him, avoid setting yourself on fire, and we will talk about everything after this variable has passed. ”

"But ......"

"No, but!" the man shouted, and then his face flashed with guilt and pain, "Don't forget how your aunt died. ”

Su Yingxuan's eyes were filled with tears.

The man in black turned to leave, his figure blurring until he disappeared.

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Pavilions and pavilions. Waving boy.

The Qianlong pen is depicted on the opening paper, the wisps of black ink flying, sometimes the lines are soft like the grass that sprouts in early spring, and sometimes it is unrestrained and rough like the woodcutter in the mountains chopping down the big wood, throwing the ground loudly, and the staggered falling.

Where is this praseodymium, it is clearly a painting.

There are eight "praseodymium" sheets, which are lifelike.

There are runes unique to the Snow Array lurking inside, thousands of them, innumerable.

Qian Duoduo put away the pen and stood up, at this time there were beads of sweat on his forehead, he carefully looked at these paintings, there were regrets and joys.

It's a pity that his current magic circle is still not perfect, and there is still a huge room for improvement in the Drifting Snow Array. And what makes him happy is that he is thought of by the mortals in the world, and he has found another way to leave a guiding light, and how far he can go depends on their creation.

He was amused at the thought that unarmed mortals might never have to be slaughtered again.

The young man in white smiled, and burst into tears when he smiled.

If only the people of Mobei Village had been able to practice the Drifting Snow Array at that time...... Will it not be a miserable death?

If so, where in this world are there so many ifs?

Until the young man left, the maid standing respectfully on the side was still immersed in the snow on the table.

With Qian Duoduo leaving, the high-level officials of the Smoke and Rain Pavilion were all amazed and puzzled behind the crystal curtain.

One after another.

The woman in the goose yellow dress watched the figure disappear, and her face showed pity.

For some reason, she began to like this young man more and more.

Maybe it started from that Yueyang City, from the young man who was not afraid of life and death and swung his sword to slash the spirit. Or earlier, from that village, that river...... The child king takes his little brother to chase the little fairy who is passing by in the sky.

At that time, the wind and snow stopped, and the sunset was just right, and the child king took his little brother to "fight fiercely" on the Rhine. ”

"Hey, you're their boss, your little brothers are on their knees and begging me to take them to the sky, don't you want to try?"

The child king was wearing shorts, wearing torn sackcloth, standing straight, hearing her words, his eyes flashed brightly for a moment, but he still shook his head, "Grandpa said, to be the boss you have to look like you, everyone kneels and you have to stand!"

"Besides, what's so great about flying, you're so good that you can build a snowman? Or you beg me, you beg me, and I'll teach you how to build a snowman." ”

"A little snowman is not uncommon for fairies. ”

"Then why do you steal my little snowman in the middle of the night?"

"I ...... I didn't have it, it was it that turned into itself......"

The little girl's voice grew quieter and quieter, and even she didn't believe it.

The child king grabbed a little brother who was hiding behind him from behind, pointed to the two icy slugs on the other party's lips and said: "It is cold in the north of the desert, and the ice and snow above the Rhine River do not melt, which is not as good as in the village." Look, has Wang Twelve's snot melted? Do you dare to say that the snowman has melted on its own?"

The little girl suddenly became angry, "So what? This fairy just can't see that beautiful things are buried, so I'll help you keep them." ”

The child king looked confused, not knowing how to respond, the other party made sense, but what was wrong......

What's wrong? The child king scratched his head.

Suddenly, a man in black appeared beside the little girl, grabbed her little hand with his big hand, and turned to leave.

Suddenly, the man in black returned to the child king, spread out his palm, pointed to the small black sword on it and said, "Child, I will exchange this sword for the copper coin on your neck, okay?"

The child king glanced at the tall snow-capped mountains in the north and blurted out: "Then can you beat the immortal master in that mountain?"

The man in black was silent for a moment, then smiled abruptly, shook his head and left.