Looking at the tenderness in Wu Jingxi's eyes, Gongsun Shangwu was furious. "She never looked at me, never ......".

He punched out, full of vitality, smashed into the chest of the green shirt, and had already touched Gongsun Shangwu in the King Kong Realm, this punch was enough to open the mountain and crack the ground, and the fist was full of energy, he wanted to be in front of her, let her take a good look, how cowardly he was.

The middle-aged rhyme woman has a pale complexion, and her face is pale.

However, his punch was three inches away from the Tsing Yi Ke's body, as if it had smashed into a pile of cotton, and a breath of qi made him disappear without a trace in an instant. The green shirt man smiled contemptuously, "It's been twenty years, your debt should be repaid", no one saw what happened, Gongsun Shangwu flew straight out of Kuixing Tower, and there was no wail, just like a dead bird in a cage, the bell rang and exploded.

A golden bell appeared in the hands of the green shirts, with the word "Hou" engraved on it, which was the one that Gongsun Zhishui threw down the mountain.

He covered his mouth with his hand, coughed suddenly, and the scriptures were stained with a little blood, he didn't care at all, wiped it away, his eyes revealed infinite tenderness, he glanced at Wu Jingxi deeply, and turned around and walked towards the holy place surrounded by thousands of plums in Wangting Mountain-Huancai Pavilion.

Countless dark clouds in the sky poured up, goose feather snowflakes fluttered, and plum blossoms broke out in the courtyard of Kuixinglou, and the fragrance came to the face.

"The fragrance of plum blossoms comes out of the bitter cold", this bitter cold has taken 20 years, and the middle-aged rhyme woman stood in the courtyard in a daze, muttering to herself.

Goose-feather snowflakes fell on the two of them, and the green-shirted guest and Wu Jingxi quietly turned white.

Outside the door, a young girl held a golden bell in her hand, curled up on the ground, her mind blank.

"How is that possible... How could it be....".

Two hundred horsemen of the Yang Mansion were dressed in white clothes, white horses and white armor, and followed by the light cavalry captain Luo Ziyao.

On the way to Wangting Mountain, Yang Ze glanced at the stone tablet with the big seal "Forbidden Land of Martial Arts", it is said that the stone archway that flows with Wudang Mountain is a Zimu Monument, and his face showed a trace of disdain, "Forbidden Land, if you don't go in to see, how do you know if it is a taboo? This monument clearly means to let people go up the mountain."

"Boy, don't forget that in addition to the old ancestor of the double cultivation of Taoism, there are nearly a thousand guests in this Wangting Mountain, among which there are many first-class masters, are you really sure that you can go to the Huancai Pavilion surrounded by ten thousand plums to make a big fuss and retreat?"

"No", there was a wicked smile on the corner of Yang Ze's mouth, "Master, are you sure? This Confucian saint is not scolding us, can he really kill the Yellow Dragon with blood?"

"Haha, stinky boy, do you want to be sophisticated again? I let you steal all my housekeeping skills", Wei Zhongcheng laughed heartily on the horse, and glanced at Huang Yi, who was not far behind him, "If there is an old groom, it will be nine out of ten."

"Master Wei, don't you have a favorite woman?", "Ga... A pair of geese flew in the air, wintering in the south and waiting for the north to return to the north next spring. Yang Ze remembered the story of "Yanqiu" told by the commentator.

One day, the goose hunters set up a net to catch geese, and they caught one, but one escaped from the net. Unexpectedly, the escaped goose did not fly away, but circled over the captured for a while, and then threw itself to the ground and died. The goose hunters were in a state of distress for a while, so they buried them on the bank of the Fen River, and put stones as markers, called Yanqiu. The two geese flew in the "cold and summer several times", relying on each other for their lives, and they were deeply in love. There is both a joyful reunion and the bitterness of parting.

The living can die, and the dead can live.

Wei Zhongcheng shook the feather fan and did not answer, there was once a text in the Hongdumen School Library, which she wrote "Thousands of words in the world, love words are the most difficult to understand".

Wei Zhongcheng continued four sentences later, "Women are ruthless and the most ruthless, and women are infatuated and the most touching."

The snow is getting heavier and heavier, covering the entire mountain, and in the distance there is a vast white patch, and the fragrance of plum is elegant.

"There is no way to be blessed and misfortune, only people recruit themselves, this Wangting Mountain ancestor has some ability to control people, but he goes against the way of heaven, even if he is lucky enough to cultivate the fairy road, can he escape the disaster of the thunderstorm of heaven and earth", the sloppy old man shook his head, looked at the heavy snow, walked out of the broken temple, and looked at the opposite side, "This is a rare celestial duel in a hundred years, I don't know what the result is?"

He took Yang Hu and squatted on the stone steps of the dilapidated Taoist temple, and a few little boys behind him looked in the direction of Wangting Mountain. A few Taoist boys looked a little surprised, looking at the sloppy old Taoist who was talking to himself, he was usually a stuffy gourd, but today he didn't know how to become so much talking.

On the other peak of Wudang Mountain, five old men who looked like Taoists were looking at the rolling sea of clouds, among which the thin old man at the front, with white hair and white beard, and thin clothes, stretched out his hand to catch a falling snowflake, and the strange thing was that the snowflake was intact in his palm and did not melt.

"Master, this Jixia School Palace has finally produced a green shirt guest who has reached the top of the ninth layer, and Confucianism, which has remained unchanged for thousands of years, was originally one step ahead of the three religions and stood out, but I didn't think that this battle would become unknown again. Although it is a man-made disaster, it is ultimately caused by the number of gas", behind him is a Taoist wearing a purple robe and yellow robe, holding a halogen book to whisk the dust, Zhu Yak for it, through the hair with gold, decorated with the first two inches and five minutes of the gold dragon, and the small gold ring to embellish the whisk, it is Wudang to teach Zhao Yanyu, purple robe plus body, ruling the Quartet Taoism, behind him is the junior brother Zhao Yanyong who rushed back from the Changxin Palace, and he stood side by side with Zhao Yanzun, Zhao Yanxiang and several other Yanzi generation Taoists.

The thin old man at the front, with white hair and white beard, is naturally Zhao Ruyan, the old master of Wudang Mountain, and the old master said to himself, "I still miss the days when I studied with Brother Hou in the school palace, tasted tea, and talked about the rivers and lakes."

Gongsun Shangyi walked out of the house, he didn't expect it to snow heavily on this Wangting Mountain, the last time was when Wu Jingxi, the little princess of Nanliang, went up the mountain twenty years ago, and this Wangting Mountain was more lucky after Wu Jingxi went up the mountain for twenty years.

"Master, it's not good, a young man with white fur and white armor has gone up the mountain with a cavalry in white clothes and white armor, it seems to be the soldiers and horses of the Yang Mansion", the guards of the stele at the bottom of the mountain hurriedly rushed into the courtyard where the chief lived in the house, looking quite frightened. These rogues had all heard of the strength of the white-horse, white-clothed, white-armored Beifu army, and after a little resistance, they broke up and ran up the mountain to ask for help.

"If there is no future, the sky will not fall", Gongsun Shangyi kicked him to the ground. Although Gongsun Shangyi was a little surprised in his heart, "This Wangting Mountain and the Yangjiajing water in Jiangzhou do not interfere with the river water, why do you suddenly take people to the mountain immediately", on the surface, he was extremely calm, and his face showed a look of disdain, "You can still be lawless in Jiangzhou, and you can still go as you like when you go to the territory of Jingzhou?

Although Gongsun Shangyi was born in a martial arts family, he was exquisite, proficient in rhetoric, and his subordinates followed him to the front of the mountain. "I have admired the name of the prince for a long time, and I am fortunate to be lucky," he drove forward from the opening of the flag gate and said loudly.

"Tsk, this is the hospitality of Wangting Mountain", Yang Ze stood proudly on his horse, and the three hundred archers opposite, the bows were like a full moon, staring at their every move.

"If you are allowed to come and go freely like this, how can I gain a foothold in the rivers and lakes in the future, this is Jingzhou and not Jiangzhou", Gongsun Shangyi was majestic on the horse, and his right hand lightly pressed the hilt of the jade desolate sword at his waist.

"There are gods who look up three feet up, you have an affair with the Lu Wangfu, and you secretly kill the officials of the dynasty, it is for disloyalty;