Lao Bukan looked at Ze Sleeve, smiled and brushed his beard: "This son must be the young master of Zhuzitang?"

Then the sleeve stretched out his hand and clenched his fist and bent down to salute: "Under the bamboo, then the sleeve." ”

"No, no, no, you don't have the surname Bamboo. Lao Bukan smiled and waved his hand.

"Under his father's surname Fan. Then he smiled and fanned.

Lao Bukan stood up with a smile: "Then who is your mother?"

“...... My father never taught me, nor did he allow me to ask, but my mother died after I was born. Ze's sleeve eyes suddenly dimmed, and the black jade-like eyes set off a sad wind that was difficult to meet.

Pu Yu looked at Ze Sleeve and didn't speak, just bowed slightly.

Lao Bukan paced back and forth with a smile and waved his sleeves: "This Dejing stick, I usually don't let people see it, put it on the highest snow peak around here, its cold and the cold of the snow are integrated, and the smoke produces a fairy, guarding this stick, waiting for the arrival of destined people." Pu Yu you can take your friends, go and give it a try, if the fairy tells you to take it, and you take it away, take it away to fight against the frost breaking sword or the cold iron sword, and then divide the right and wrong of the rivers and lakes into black and white, good and evil, if you can't take it away, stop the tricks of stirring up the rivers and lakes, return to Zhuzitang, marry your beloved woman, forget the more than 100 undead, wash away the murderous spirit, and do a good job of bamboo Puyu, the hatred of the Xia Ge family will no longer be an obstacle to your stable and comfortable life. ”

In the blink of an eye, I saw a snow-capped mountain standing behind the pavilion, and the snow was refracting in the sunlight and casting a charming light into Pu Yu's dark jade eyes.

Pu Yu and Gui Yan Gui Que marched together, Lao Bukan only led them to the bottom of the mountain, and the three of them climbed up the winding path under their feet.

This mountain is not steep, but the strange rocks are craggy, the bushes and grasses are also everywhere, whether the grass and trees are flowers or snakes and insects are unknown, several people use swords as sticks, climb with bare feet, but always feel that this mountain seems to have been growing under the feet, always stop in the middle of the mountain, unable to advance and retreat.

Gui Que wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked Pu Yu: "Big brother, what's the matter, why do you feel that this mountain is growing under your feet." ”

Pu Yu raised his head and looked at the top of the mountain that was almost in the clouds: "There is no mountain that will grow, and there is no mountain that cannot climb to the top." ”

"And there is no such mountain. ”

Gui Yan looked at Pu Yu with a smile, and then turned his head to look at Gui Que: "Gui Que is also careless, the eldest brother has already discovered it, this mountain, when he came, there was no one at all, Yihua Pavilion is surrounded by low hills, and there is an abrupt mountain so high, you don't doubt it." ”

"Just before Lao Bukan came to Yihua Pavilion, I first used your internal force to rub the wind flow between the surrounding valleys to create a hollow valley echo, and I could see that this old man was probably playing a lot of tricks. Pu Yu smiled and continued to walk forward.

"Since he came to Yihua Pavilion, his sleeves were deliberately hanging down, and the wind was not easy to bring up, which meant that there was something inside, and the three of us were closest to him, and when he flicked his sleeves when he ordered us, I knew what was going on. ”

"Yes, yes, it turns out that all this is an illusion. Gui Que said again.

"It's not all, it's all true down the mountain, and the reason why we think we can't climb to the top is because we've reached the top, and he uses this hill as a foundation, and from our feet now, I'm afraid it's what we call an illusion. ”

Pu Yu shook the hilt of the sword in his hand, still staring at the peak.

"Then how do we climb up?" asked Gui Yan.

Pu Yu didn't speak, he didn't have an idea for a while, he looked at the snowflakes flying slowly on the mountain peak, and remembered the words of Lao Bukan.

There is a fairy spirit guarding the Dejing stick on the top of the mountain, and he can take it if he wants......

Pu Yu violently stirred up, puffed up a full breath, surged into the throat cavity, and suddenly burst out: "Immortal family, the Xia family has come to see you!"

Didn't Xia Yun just take away the Dejing stick back then, since the Xia family's things, the Xia family had to take them.

Mo Qiangqiang hid his eyes, and came to Ze Sleeve's side with a smile: "Why don't I give you this short arrow?" said and took it out of his sleeve.

Ze Sleeve turned his head and took it from her palm: "This...... Do you have a name?"

"It's called an arrow. Mo Qiangqiang put his hands behind his back, and looked at Ze Sleeve shyly and slyly.

Ze Sleeve looked puzzled: "Huh?"

"When it first arrived, many people didn't know it, and if someone asked, you would say it was a strong arrow, and in this way, you would always remember me, just like remembering a bamboo fan. ”

Ze Sleeve probably understood Mo Qiangqiang's intentions, and hooked the corners of his mouth with a smile: "Is Miss Mo fascinated by this?"

Mo Qiangqiang blinked, not like shame, not like joy, but annoyed, and she was angry that his vulgar and smiling face was clearly blasphemous against her.

What about her? What about Mo Qiangqiang? She took a fancy to him at first sight, recognized the man, and felt that he was full of traps he had set for her, in order to charm her, and wait for her to say something shameful to him, as if he had succeeded. However, I am afraid that it is not a trap, if not, it means that he is already so charming when he is not guarded, then this person is not a hell of ink? Sure enough, she has already fallen into it, because of that first look, he looked at her directly, the eyes like a mirror, like a cloud, like a clear and dizzy evening sky, in her eyes, it was the most seductive look she had ever seen, the purest temptation.

She must have felt that she was finished, she turned around and strode away, but her back was a little funny, and she realized it later, and even his call was thrown behind her ears.

Ze Sleeve watched her leave, tilted her head, why should she be angry?

"What does the gentleman want to write?" Jiang'an Dong glanced at the comer with a black gauze headband and a hat waist with silver flowers, and found that the poplars on the riverbank were already about to drill seedlings, and there was already greenery from a distance, and the river began to flow in a hurry, with reckless vitality.

This is not the reckless field in front of the shore of the Fallen Wood Lake, which has been ravaged by half-provoking prisoners, but there are a few strands of steel and unyielding poems that the yellow grass should have.

"Wind and rain set the rivers and lakes. ”

The man's voice was hoarse, low and roaring.

Jiang Andong wrote for a while, and the intuition was a timidity from the toes straight to her heart, so that her hand that had just picked up the pen trembled, and the pen also withered, and it was drawn on her spring coat (the traditional Chinese color, about between white and beige, but the cold color), and she didn't care about anything, and she felt that the kneeling strand was soft, and the whole person was crooked back.

Yi Jun sighed sullenly, and then spoke: "Do you have anything to eat?"

Jiang Andong was stunned, staggered to his feet, pushed open the door, and walked through the hallway to the kitchen.

After a while, she brought a plate of steamed buns, stacked the paper inkstone aside, and placed the buns on the low table.

Yi Jun raised his eyes to look at her, lowered his head and stuffed the bun into the paper bag he took out: "You're not afraid that I will kill you?"

"The first person who wrote this sentence didn't kill me, so I have reason to believe the two, and I was also scared. Jiang Andong scratched his head.

"Who is the first one. ”

His tone was extremely flat.

"Pu ......" she didn't say, this person was dressed as a guest and was obviously a guest news, he didn't come to kill her, but to inquire about the news.

"The guests have found Jiang Xuezhai when they are looking for news. Jiang Andong said with a smile.

"Where's Xia Puyu?"

Jiang Andong lowered his eyes and raised his head again: "After all, I saved your life." Jiang Andong pointed to the buns.

Yi Jun turned his head and turned back: "What did Jiang Anxue entrust him with before his death?"

Jiang Andong heard Yi Jun mention his master, and his heart was shocked again, and then said: "Me and this house, Master begged that this place should only be used as a private residence, and I am just a commoner." ”

Yi Jun smiled coldly: "Joke, Jiang Xuezhai is a century-old foundation, and you are famous with Jiang'an, how can you become a common man." ”

This sentence pierced Jiang Andong's heart, that's right, she has what she wants to protect, the person she guards is drifting, the career she guards is swaying in the wind, and she is still delusional about tranquility.

"Master did say so. ”

Yi Jun looked at her faintly, and it didn't take long for her to get up and leave, she couldn't have completely ignorant of the matter of Guangtianshu, Lin Shang and Bai Spoon got Guangtianshu, and they couldn't understand it at all, even Gao Shan didn't have a way, except for them, only Jiang Anxue had seen it.

"Sir has read the Guangtian Book?"

"Yes. ”

Jiang Andong, who went out to wash clothes and came home, heard the conversation in the door, and the young man's voice didn't know who it was, the old one, it was her master.

"There was a masked man who forced me to translate the Guangtian Book, but I knew that it must be related to the affairs of the Xia Ge family, so I didn't translate, and that person couldn't help me......"

Jiang Andong watched Yi Jun leave, but he was still trembling.

That's the priest of Myotedo.

Miaoshou Hall, the world's medical hand group, Taoist aunts, monks and nuns, wine and meat friends are chic and happy, with immortals and bodhisattvas sitting in their hearts, holding silver needles and herbs in their hands, and their eyes are all life-saving and healing. This time, the leader is a nun and a monk, respectively, the water sleeve light and delicate nun Qingmu, and the golden hook fishing moon monk Jixian.

Yi Jun didn't look back, what she couldn't get, how could she get it, how could she get a few in this Jianghu thinking of this, his steps seemed to be more natural and firm.