On the winding mountain road outside the Hundred Flowers Valley, the sound of the spirit sword waving is integrated with the mountains and forests, and it is natural.

Several disciples who came out of the Valley of Hundred Flowers were blocked on the road by Mu Wanfeng's sword dance, and they were looking at him with a look of surprise, and at the same time, they were a little inexplicable.

Wen Er smiled awkwardly, apologized and explained, and asked the disciples of Baihua Valley to wait a little longer.

These disciples are not stingy people, they are more curious about Mu Wanfeng's mysterious swordsmanship than they are about Mu Wanfeng's obstacles.

Every move and style is revealed, unspeakable mystery, like a breeze, but extremely powerful.

In the hearts of cultivators, swordsmanship and swordsmanship are all figured out by ordinary people. It has a certain amount of aggression, but it is also very limited.

Cultivators mainly cultivate the realm, as long as the realm is high enough, they can resist the sword and fly immortals, and it is not impossible for the sword qi to cut the sky and turn the clouds and rain.

Therefore, swordsmanship and swordsmanship, for them, is like a toy for children to play with, and there is nothing unusual about it.

However, at this moment, they were attracted by Mu Wanfeng's swordsmanship, and at the same time subverted their previous cognition.

After a long time, Mu Wanfeng finally gradually stopped, and the purple mangs around her body were restrained and disappeared. He exhaled a cloudy breath, a look of joy between his eyebrows.

Mu Wanfeng didn't cause much movement, but in everyone's hearts, his swordsmanship would not be as calm as it seemed on the surface.

He put away the Qingshuang Sword, walked in front of the disciple of the Hundred Flowers Valley, and said apologetically: "Everyone, I'm sorry, I occasionally felt something, I practiced the sword on the spot, blocking your way, I'm really sorry." ”

The male disciple of One Hundred Flowers Valley looked at Mu Wanfeng in surprise, as if he wanted to see him through.

The momentum on Mu Wanfeng's body just now was comparable to that of a Jindan period monk, but at this moment, he clearly found that Mu Wanfeng was only a forging stage cultivator.

This situation, how not to surprise him, he hugged his fists and said: "This little brother is polite, we don't have anything important, but we want to thank you for letting us see such a wonderful sword dance." ”

The disciples of the Hundred Flowers Valley were polite to Mu Wanfeng again, and then walked towards the outside of the Hundred Flowers Valley, and Mu Wanfeng and his party also got back on the road.

On the way, Han Rou hesitated for a moment, but still asked, "Mu Wanfeng, are you okay?" You were so enchanted just now that you didn't answer any questions......

"It's okay, these days...... It's me who ...... wrong," Mu Wanfeng stared at Han Judo.

Han Rou's face covered with a silk scarf was stunned, her heart was sour, her eyes were instantly moist, and she hurriedly turned her head away, not wanting people to see it.

Seeing this, Mu Wanfeng was immediately at a loss, what's the matter?

He stretched out his hand to straighten Han Rou, and was just about to use his sleeve to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, when Han Rou grabbed Mu Wanfeng's hand and bit it down.

"Hiss......" Mu Wanfeng gasped and wanted to push it away, but she was worried about hurting her, so she immediately held back, and had to cry out bitterly: "Senior sister, are you getting rice?"

After a few breaths, Han Rou finally let go, looking at the row of tooth marks on Mu Wanfeng's hands, she was a little distressed, her tender jade hand caressed the tooth marks, and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

What is this for? Slap and give a candy to eat? Girl with an egg, coax a child!

Women are really unreasonable!

Mu Wanfeng rolled her eyes, and said angrily: "It doesn't hurt, it's good that your teeth haven't broken out." ”

"In broad daylight, in full view, do you two know what discipline is?" said Wen San in front of him.

Syllable!

"Don't talk after eating garlic!" Wen Er slapped him.

The atmosphere between the two is rarely better, and Wen Er doesn't want to spoil it.

He could feel that Mu Wanfeng at this time was different from before, and as for what was different, he couldn't say what was different.

Mu Wanfeng has a lot of secrets hidden in his body, just like the swordsmanship just now, Wen Er wanted to ask clearly, but he knew that Mu Wanfeng would not answer, so he saved that idle time.

After the tea time, their horizons widened.

The first thing that catches your eye is a huge valley. It is said to be a valley, but it is actually a basin surrounded by mountains.

There is no way out of the mountains and rivers, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village.

Sea of flowers!

Endless!

Mu Wanfeng was halfway up the mountain at the moment, shocked by the scene in front of him.

This mountain stream is very large, and the mountains in the distance can only be seen in outline. There are unknown birds hovering in the sky, the sound of waterfalls and flowing water in the mountain streams, and the magnificent buildings in the center are located in an orderly manner.

Looking up, there are many flowers, and there are few trees, which are colorful and dazzling. Since it was still early, there was still a mist everywhere I looked......

"Taoyuan Wonderland, that's it......" Mu Wanfeng sighed.

Han Rou's eyes widened, and she said in surprise: "I didn't expect that there is such a beautiful place in the world!"

Since Mu Wanfeng said that sentence to her, the sorrow between her eyebrows was swept away, and at this moment, she picked up the rice and cheered down the Baizhang Heavenly Stairs that led to the valley.

Wen San looked at Han Rou's back and said with a smile: "Brother Feng, there are hundreds of flowers in the Valley of Hundred Flowers, but you have come with beauty, and you are not blessed......

Syllable!

Wen Er slapped him and said, "Brother Mu is a righteous gentleman, on a par with others? ”

It was the first time that someone praised the evening breeze so much, Rao is thick-skinned, and he couldn't help but blush, which was really deserved.

"Senior Sister Han is far away, let's follow suit......" Mu Wanfeng diverted the topic.

After that, the group also walked down the heavenly steps.

"Brother Mu, how can you also call the relationship between you Senior Sister Han?" Wen Yi asked the doubts in his heart for many days.

Mu Wanfeng was startled, and smiled and prepared to explain.

Wen San interjected and said nonchalantly: "Hey, big brother, you don't understand this, do you?"

Wen Yi asked with a puzzled face, "Is there any truth in this?"

"Hmph......" Wen San said with a wicked smile: "There are thousands of women in the world, each of them is different, and it is difficult to say that it is exhaustive. ”

"Some people like to be similar to themselves, some people like their sisters, and of course some people like their sisters. Don't you think that wearing a disciple's uniform and shouting senior sister in your mouth is a kind of thing that takes away the soul of a man and makes a woman......'s commotion?

Wen San talked eloquently, if there was no cheap smile on his face, he had a good understanding of the ancient and the modern, and knew the elegant image of astronomy and geography.

Bunji's face darkened, and he kicked him in the ass, and then rolled down the stone steps with a grunt......

After being stunned for a long time, Wen Yi actually looked like he suddenly realized, and patted his head and said, "Oh, I see!"

Mu Wanfeng was speechless, looking at Wen Yi's smacking and touching his mouth, he was obviously thinking about the scene described by Wen San, probably thinking of Yue Ziyao.

Wen Er's feet lifted and lifted, as if he was hesitating to kick his eldest brother down.

However, in the end, he still didn't get down, turned his head and walked a few steps quickly, looking ashamed and in company.

Mu Wanfeng couldn't help but be a little funny, but she didn't expect Wen Yi to be a sullen coquette!

After Wen San's stirring, Mu Wanfeng also saved himself the trouble of explaining, Wen Er was delicate, and if he didn't pay attention to it, he would see the clues.

Soon, the group came to the bottom of the Valley of Hundred Flowers, and the dark fragrance floated everywhere at the bottom of the valley, Mu Wanfeng couldn't help but take a deep breath, and then slowly spit it out.

What appeared in front of everyone was a square arch seven or eight feet high. On one side of the arch there was a table and a chaise longue, on which a male disciple lay with his feet cocked and placed on the table.

The male disciple had a dog's tail grass in his mouth, and said vaguely with his arms on his pillow: "Senior sister, don't be nervous, it looks like a cult is going to hit the door." ”

"This is the task assigned by the senior sister, if something goes wrong, I will be the first to confess you. A beautiful and lovely female disciple, wrinkling her nose, stood aside and said, "Ah, someone's coming!"

The male disciple closed his eyes and said, "Senior sister, your level of bluffing is not good." ”

Bang dang!

The male disciple closed the chair, suddenly lifted it back, and smashed it on the ground like an upside-down onion, falling on his back.

"Wang Jingrui, dereliction of duty, it seems that you miss the cliff and want to go to your hometown again. Wen San said with a grin.

"You, who are you!" the female disciple picked up Wang Jingrui and glared at Wen San angrily.

Wen San was stunned and said, "Yo, yes, it's only been less than a year, and I shook a little junior sister." ”

Wang Jingrui patted the dirt on his body and said casually: "Who am I, it turned out to be you a little deflated three, and you came back to breastfeed?"

"I think you're a rusty anvil and a hammer!" Wen San said angrily.

The female disciple stuck her waist, stretched out her fingertips and poked Wang Jingrui's head, and said coquettishly: "Senior brother, why are you scolding, and who are they?"

"Senior sister, go aside, don't splash your blood later," Wang Jingrui sneered again, and said to Wen San: "I see that you haven't taken a bath for three years, and your skin is itchy!"

Wen San said disdainfully: "What about practice?"

"Practice is practice. Wang Jingrui said.

The female disciple saw that the two of them were about to fight, and she was as anxious as ants on a hot pot, so she hurriedly went up to stop them, and said, "Who are you? Dare to be presumptuous in front of the Hundred Flowers Valley!"

Wen Er dragged Wen San back and said apologetically: "This junior sister, we are disciples of Yuntian Palace, and we came to visit the Valley of Hundred Flowers. ”

Wang Jingrui also pulled the female disciple back, and then said with a smile: "Haha, I haven't seen you for a long time, this is my junior sister Zhou Huimin, because her personality is not flexible, she was arranged to come over and let me teach her to treat people and pick up guests." ”

Mu Wanfeng was also surprised to see it, between Wen San and Wang Jingrui, the thunder was heavy and the rain was small, and he thought that the two were really going to fight.

After talking, Mu Wanfeng learned that the two have known each other since childhood, and their relationship is not too good.

Every time Wen San came to Baihua Valley, Wang Jingrui had to taunt Wen San, saying that he was back to drink milk.

After introducing each other, Wang Jingrui took advantage of the distinguished guests of Yuntian Palace, and asked Zhou Huimin to guard the mountain gate, but he led everyone to walk towards the Valley of Hundred Flowers, so angry that Zhou Huimin stomped his feet.