There are many amazing jokes in this martial arts, and there are many jokes, the most famous joke is undoubtedly the decline of the Heart Sword Pavilion, and what followed is the scholar who won the top prize, and the literary talent is not as good as a beggar on the street, and this champion Lang is the most respected disciple of Confucianism at that time.

It's strange to say, but it's just a June day, but it's covered by wind and snow, as if God wants to cover up some unknown secret.

In a dilapidated and dilapidated temple, Zheng Wen lit a bonfire, and the crackling sound of burning wood made Ji Ruoshui open his eyes slightly and feel a trace of warmth.

A black gauze hat, the purple warbler running to the side, Tianfu's outfit had long been put away, and he changed back to the dress he was most familiar with.

"Find something to eat for this prince, and don't starve him to death. ”

"No, Lord!" With that, Zheng Wen opened the door directly and walked into the snowstorm.

And Yingsha was also puzzled: "How could a sunny day with such a good end be so cold suddenly." ”

And I don't know the cause and effect of the battle, Ji Ruoshui is puzzled, why is Bu Qianhuai a female voice? What does his second brother's words mean? Although he has never seen Bu Qianhuai's real body, it is not clear that Bu Qianhuai is really a female voice?

"Bu Qianhuai! My imperial sister also said that you are so ambitious when you are in charge of military power and stir up the situation?"

Ying Sha didn't pay attention to it, just snorted coldly, and then turned on the True Yuan to reconcile himself.

was also afraid of angering Bu Qianhuai again, Ji Ruoshui just gritted his teeth and closed his eyes to recuperate, since escaping had become a luxury, he didn't think about it anymore.

But within three moments, Zheng Wen came back with a tiger. Even a tiger, in the eyes of a congenital master, is just a sheep that runs faster.

The dilapidated temple barely shelters from the wind and rain, 80 years ago, Confucianism and Taoism suppressed Buddhism, almost all the temples in the Central Plains went directly to the empty building, and after 80 years of no care, it can also shelter people from the wind and rain, it can be seen that the bricks and tiles used in this temple are also very good. In other words, it can be seen that even if it is a small temple, there is enough oil and water for it to squander.

Zhenyuan volatilized the snow on the tiger's body, and it still carried residual warmth.

"Lord, under the ice and snow, I only found this hungry tiger that came out to feed, and the other animals seemed to have disappeared, and I only saw one or two hares along the way. ”

Yingsha looked at the tiger and waved his hand: "Maybe it's a snowy day, let's go to hibernation." It's just strange under the snow. ”

And Ji Ruoshui was a little ugly, the warbler turned a deaf ear, directly stretched out his hand, surrounded by the breath of the sword, and cut a tiger skin out, and the true yuan lifted, and the vines under the control of the eight-rank divine power passed through the tiger body, accompanied by bursts of flower fragrance and integrated into the bones.

Ji Ruoshui had never walked the rivers and lakes, and he had never seen such a use of dantian's qi, and he was suddenly a little bright, but as if he had thought of something, his eyes immediately dimmed.

The smell of meat filled the temple, and the warbler under the fire yawned: "Zheng Wen." ”

Hearing the call, Zheng Wen immediately got up: "Lord!"

"Do you know why the deity uses the Eight Divine Powers to make the flowers fragrant?"

The inexplicable question made Zheng Wen scratch his head, and replied with some speculation: "It should be integrated into the tiger body to increase the fragrance." ”

"How many years have you seen this temple?"

"Although I don't know what year and month it was made, but 80 years ago, Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism suppressed Buddhism, and if you think about it, no one has taken care of it for 80 years. ”

Straightening the hat on his head, Yingsha said again: "Since no one takes care of it, where did you get the wood you used to build the bonfire?"

A word woke up the person in the dream, Zheng Wen then remembered that when he took the stack of firewood in the temple, there was almost no dust on it, and there was no trouble such as dampness, as if it had just been chopped and waited for someone to use it.

Looking at Zheng Wen, who was surprised and realized later, Yingsha comforted: "The fragrance of flowers is the antidote, rest assured, if it is not for the eight-grade supernatural powers, the deity will also be kept in the dark." ”

Then he tore off a piece of tiger meat in the air, chewed it in his mouth, and after swallowing it, he said slowly: "I don't feel any living people nearby, it shouldn't be to stop us, don't be afraid." ”

And Ji Ruoshui's complexion at this time was even more ugly, and the warbler looked through a layer of black veil, and the white face was even more abrupt.

"Don't worry, Jiujiu Chongyang won't kill you until he becomes the king of your Spirit Dynasty. Don't think about anything, ask what to say, the deity doesn't bother to tear down your hands and feet. ”

But Ji Ruoshui shook his head: "This king naturally knows this, but he still kindly reminds me not to spend the night here." ”

Looking at Ji Ruoshui's pale face, he made himself interested: "Oh?

"That's right, you are the queen of the Qian, and there is no record of inheritance, so it is understandable that you are not clear. Said slowly: "More than two hundred years ago, in the forty-first summer of the Great Spirit Yuan, the snow suddenly flew in Shu for three days. Thinking that there was a grievance, he sent an embroidered cloth to personally supervise the case. However, the case was overturned and reaffirmed, and there were only a few minor cases of misjudgment, and there was no major event that touched heaven's punishment. And the area covered by the wind and snow became smaller and smaller, and after seven days, only one of the cities was covered. The scorching heat outside the city and the cold inside the city suddenly became a spectacle. The Tang Sect of Sichuan and Shu also sent people to investigate......"

Such a strange scene is naturally attractive, but there must be a demon when things go wrong, and Yingsha faintly guessed that the city was afraid that it would suffer.

"Such a mysterious thing, but the ice city has never heard of it now, it seems that there is an inside story. ”

"Yes. After ten days, he didn't wait for the disciples of the Tang Sect to return, and sent people to investigate, but found that the city was all turned into ice and snow, whether it was buildings, or people and animals, they all became lifelike ice sculptures. ”

chewed another piece of tiger meat, Yingsha felt very chewy, with the story, if you add a pot of wine, it is really a house match on a snowy day.

"Ice sculpture, that's really cold enough, although it's snowing all over the sky now, but if you strip a person naked and throw it outside, it won't freeze into an ice sculpture, what are you afraid of." ”

Ji Ruoshui shook his head, glanced at the black yarn, and said with a smile: "If it is so simple, this king will not be afraid." But if you're afraid, you'll be afraid, the ice sculpture will move. ”

One sentence came to the interest, the ice sculpture will move, ten people will be surprised when they hear it, and nine of them will feel weird.

The people of the Tang Sect quickly returned, informed the sect and the imperial court, and continued to send people to investigate, and dozens of Tang Sect disciples and hundreds of catchers, more than a dozen embroidered clothes, but found that there were no ice sculptures in the city at all, only the houses that had frozen into ice, as if they were in the ice and snow kingdom. Then I saw all the ice sculptures in a temple in the city. ”

"Wonderful! It's appetizing!" he said, swallowing a large piece of tiger meat, "Go on." ”

Ji Ruoshui sneered contemptuously: "You don't seem to take it seriously." ”

And Yingsha walked in front of Ji Ruoshui, squatted down, and the black yarn happened to touch his nose and said, "You don't seem to know your situation." Say it!"

Ji Ruoshui's brows furrowed even tighter, not because Bu Qianhuai threatened him, but because he actually smelled a faint fragrance from a woman.

'A man, it's so fragrant, it's disgusting!' Ji Ruoshui just thought about it, so naturally he didn't dare to say it, otherwise he would definitely be beaten badly. And he didn't know the face under the black veil, which he would never have imagined.

The resentment did not show it outside, but continued to talk about the strange story buried in the wind and snow.