Gongsun Zhishui's eyes were covered with a layer of water droplets, and he sighed, looking at the birds that were getting closer and closer, there were few birds in the clouds, occasionally a few, and most of them were lone eagles fighting in the sky.

"It is said that the green-shirted guest has already ascended to the ninth floor of the Bozhong Pavilion", Gongsun Da turned the corners of his mouth slightly, with a look of disdain on his face, looking at the sea of churning clouds caused by the thunder of the explosion in the distance, and rolling towards him.

Gongsun Zhishui gently shook a golden bell in his hand, "jingling" sounded, which was worn by the Qingyi guest on Gongsun Zhishui's neck in the year, and it is said that this golden bell was originally a pair.

"It's a pity that he is just a poor Confucian after all", Gongsun Zhishui looked arrogant, extremely reluctant to mention this person, hesitated for a long time, and finally made up his mind.

The "jingle bell" sounded softly, and the golden bell slid from her hand into the cliff and fell into the bottomless sea of clouds. Two pearl tears flowed down her somewhat pale face, which outsiders had never seen, but there was a word "Hou" engraved on the inside of the copper bell, but she could never see it again.

Gongsun Da heard the golden bell ringing, the corners of his mouth squirmed slightly, but his eyes were still looking at the sea of clouds, and finally he just said lightly, "It should have been like this a long time ago, the ancestor can fall in love with you, that is your martial arts blessing", Gongsun Da has always loved this adopted daughter, and he is not prejudiced, but he is obsessed with martial arts and indifferent to others.

Gongsun Zhishui's heart was originally like a mess, but now it is like unloading a boulder in his heart. Turn your head and walk towards the Arsenal Kui Star Tower, where thousands of old plum trees are intertwined with their roots, and the winter is beautiful every year.

In Wangting Mountain, outsiders only regard her as a wild seed, if it weren't for the green snake soft sword in her hand, which is fierce and vicious, in the eyes of the eldest uncle Sun Shangyi and the others, she is not worthy of this sword at all. She didn't have a choice, and the moment she entered the Huancai Pavilion, she was already dead because of her cowardice.

Some people say that Gongsun Shangwu has been in the realm of martial arts in recent years, and some people say that his martial arts cultivation has entered the realm of Taiqing, as if he wants to inherit the mantle of Wangting Mountain.

When Gongsun Shangyi and Gongsun Shangwu were one year old, when the ancestor Gongsun Ji was tempted by things, Gongsun Shangyi touched a book of the art of war, and Gongsun Shangwu touched a book of cheats. After that, under the vigorous cultivation of Gongsun Ji, Gongsun Shangwu was even more obsessed with martial arts, supplemented by pills, and for more than 40 years in Wangting Mountain in addition to the ancestor Gongsun Ji, I am afraid that no one on the mountain can surpass his martial arts cultivation.

Although the eldest brother Gongsun Shangyi's martial arts are not as good as Gongsun Shangwu, he is both civil and military, and has attracted a large number of Jianghu Keqing, and the hearts of the people are the most victorious on this Wangting Mountain.

Wangting Mountain is green and elegant, the plum blossom flat is full of thousand-year-old plum trees, the plum blossoms are in full bloom when the snow falls in winter, the fragrance is overflowing, the plum blossom snow scene of Wangting Mountain has made the old Song Yan of the pavilion who went north to Changxin Palace in the year greatly admired.

Six miles away under the plum blossom ping, Kui Xinglou is five stories high, the top of the building picks the star pavilion, picks the horned vertebrate beast, every late night, people are like standing in the embrace of the starry sky, quiet and comfortable.

On the fifth floor, on the rows of wooden shelves, there are countless martial arts cheats neatly stacked, only the children of the Gongsun family and some famous guests are allowed to enter and borrow here, and for those other guests who do not have a name, it is strictly forbidden to enter.

Downstairs plum blossom forest, the old plum trees are hundreds of years old, this Wangting Mountain is not cold, the wind is biting, a few old plum trees seem to have some signs of awakening, competing to emerge a little flower buds.

Under the ancient plum tree, a stone table, a pot of wine on the table is steaming on the small stove, the middle-aged rhyme woman, like a moth eyebrows, plump, full of charm, wearing a purple woven edge gold silk robe, a waist gold ribbon, holding a delicate porcelain cup in her right hand, carving a landscape map. She weighed it alone, it seemed that she had drunk a lot, her face was ruddy, and when she looked at it from behind, the shadow made her heart sway.

Not far away, there are more than a dozen unknown birds in a birdcage, colorful, jumping up and down in the cage, and the birds chirping non-stop, a vibrant scene.

She didn't rush to Huancai Pavilion, she sat in front of the cage stupidly, and there seemed to be sporadic snowflakes falling in the sky, which is not common in Jingzhou.

"It's snowing again, and it seems to have come later that year," she said, she picked up her glass, and the soju slid into her stomach like a hot fire, straight into her internal organs, and her whole body instantly warmed up on this cold day.

"Are you still waiting for him?", Gongsun Zhishui stood at the door, looking at the Yun woman who was carrying a pot of wine and drinking alone.

"You're here", the middle-aged Yun woman looked at Gongsun Zhishui, her beautiful eyes turned, "My daughter has been slim and slim, with buds waiting to be released", she looked stunned, and the golden bell was gone.

She put down her glass, got up to pick up the grains on the ground, and threw them into the birdcage, "Get used to it......," she muttered to herself.

"Mother, Murong Lianyi is here, I'll go to Huancai Pavilion, if I haven't come back in half an hour, you can take her down the mountain, I have prepared two fast horses for you at the mountain pass", after taking two steps, Gongsun Zhishui stopped again, and continued, "I heard that he has climbed the ninth floor of Bozhong Pavilion and become a generation of Confucians."

"Don't go", the middle-aged woman said with concern, "You take your sister down the mountain, my mother doesn't want to leave when she is old."

Gongsun Zhishui stopped, turned his head to look at her, did not speak, and continued to walk towards Huancai Pavilion.

A middle-aged man at the door, dressed in a graceful and luxurious vermilion brocade robe, with his hands behind his back, quietly stopped at the gate, admiring her teasing the colorful birds.

"Twenty years, you still have that green-shirted guest in your heart?", the middle-aged man walked up to her side with a lewd smile on his face, raised his hand and patted her buttocks.

Her body trembled slightly, but she didn't move again, her beauty was frowning, and the gentleness of her head was suffocating.

"You are getting bolder and bolder now, and you dare to do anything to the things of the ancestors, so you are not afraid that the ancestors will abolish you", she is as cold as this cold wind, and the cold is biting.

"Hmph, what kind of bullshit old ancestor, does he think that the Taoist Fang Zhongshu, male and female double cultivation can really prove his great way? This Wangting Mountain is mine sooner or later", the middle-aged man has obviously endured it for a long time, forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, smiled cruelly, and continued, "Do you still think that the old ancestor will care about you? Then you won't be so resolute to accept her as a Ding Furnace", the middle-aged man pointed to Gongsun Zhishui, who disappeared in the direction of Huancai Pavilion. Although he has entered the realm of martial arts Taiqing, it is obvious that he still lacks some heat in terms of cultivating his mind and calming his qi.

The middle-aged Yun woman's body was slightly stunned, and she lowered her head and continued to tease those beautiful birds, and after a while, she said slowly, "Actually, I took the initiative to take off my clothes that night...... , the ancestors did not force me", the middle-aged rhyme woman was like a needle, and the middle-aged man's heart was dripping blood.

"Your eldest brother is still righteous, full of benevolence and morality, saying that I am a slut, why have you kept silent all these years?, because when you went to Cangbei five years ago, I saw Dafang naked in his bed and coquettish in his bed."

At this time, the middle-aged man's right hand rested on the hundred-year-old plum tree in the courtyard to watch the plum blossom buds. Hearing this, under the anger, the palm of the hand was forced, and the plum blossom trees that had just emerged from the buds withered one after another, like snow falling in the sky.

He picked up the wine glass, raised his head and drank a glass of hot wine, calmed the anger in his chest, and as soon as he let go, the porcelain cup on the stone table fell on the bluestone slab on the ground, shattered, and turned his head after a pause and said, "Wu'er, you have to know that it has been twenty years, you are still a delicate porcelain cup in my heart, but your indifference is like this mess of slag."

"Hehe, Murong Lianyi has gone up to Wangting Mountain last night, and tomorrow I will dedicate your daughters to the ancestors, and the fast horses that came down the mountain have all died", the middle-aged man smiled lewdly, "Then maybe you will feel better."

The middle-aged woman was shocked, her hand shook, and the fed grain was scattered on the ground, gurgling and rolling around.

The middle-aged man still didn't understand his hatred, and with force under his feet, he rolled down the grain under his feet, and instantly twisted into powder. He stretched out his hand and swept towards the cage, and the birds struggled to death as if they were stuck to something, without uttering a single wail.

"You're here", all of a sudden, the middle-aged woman seemed to have seen the most terrifying scene in the world, her voice was very frightened, the light in her eyes flashed, and the grain she had just picked up was scattered on the ground again, and then she stood up gently. Unexpectedly, she remembered that in the humble thatched house under the archway of "Daoliuwan", he once said that for her, he would not go up the mountain for the rest of his life.

"If you don't pick it up, you won't pick it up again if you put it down," he said lightly.

Gongsun Shangwu had already entered the realm of Taiqing, and he could hear even the flying insects flapping their wings within a hundred meters, but he didn't hear anyone behind him, he was shocked, there was only the old ancestor Gongsun Ji on this mountain, and secretly thought, "Could it be that the words just now were listened to by the old ancestor", and suddenly his soul was scattered.

Looking back, he instantly calmed down, and it turned out to be a green-shirted guest. I saw the green-shirted man holding a scripture in his right hand, standing behind him elegantly.

"Hmph, I have been a shrinking turtle for twenty years, and I didn't dare to go up the mountain, so I came to see my daughter today?", Gongsun Shangwu didn't expect that this coward who was hiding in the Jixia School Palace, who had been hiding in the turtle shell, would dare to go up to Wangting Mountain. In a fit of rage, he ignored that there was no one to report the bright posts and secret posts on the way up the mountain.

"Injured a hundred years of practice, I don't want to go into the mountain, just for you, Wu'er", the Qingyi guest didn't look at Gongsun Shangwu at all, and looked at Wu Jingxi with affection.

Gongsun Shangwu, who was turned a blind eye, smiled in anger and said, "You have been living in the world all these years, are you suffering?"

"It's not bitter to do anything for her".

Wu Tianxi cast an affectionate gaze, and the two looked at each other, "Is it bitter?"