Dugu Mei's hands are soft, and they are like bones in the hands of Feng Buyi, and the two walk side by side, coming in front of the Miaojian Gate. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the Miao Jian Gate, everyone makes a soft sword, the sword body is narrow, the length is less than two feet, and it is placed on the waist on weekdays, without showing traces.

Although in this way, the magic sword martial arts are quite tricky, but in the end, its origin is in the same vein as the swordsmanship of Xiaojian Villa.

Although the Miao Jian Patriarch is lonely and Mingyu is a woman, she has a very high level of understanding, and her personality is hard and competitive. During the period of learning from Xiao Jian, she felt that although the swordsmanship in the Qin clan was huge, the moves were complicated, and she didn't like it very much, so she often dismantled and changed the sword moves on her own initiative to fulfill her own wishes. After more than ten years of sword cultivation, her swordsmanship has been quite profound, and she has experienced a lot of adding branches and leaves to turn simplicity into complexity, but she has also evolved a swordsmanship suitable for short-term killing, but it is just a general, which is quite criticized by the orthodox people of Xiaojian Villa as a sword style and ruthless, and it is not suitable for practice. How can such a strong person tolerate such grievances, and run away in a rage, after traveling in all directions, Dugu Mingyu finally looks up to the sky and the wind is high, and Vientiane is bleak;

From the head to the bottom of the Miaojian Sect, all of them are women, no different from the Emei faction and the Hengshan faction. Most of the people in the door are also from poor peasant families, and a few admirers come here to learn from teachers. Dugu Mingyu has never been married in his life, and has no children, once the successor head is in charge, he must change his surname, and his surname is Dugu, and his relatives must be consistent with the head, so that there are more and more women with the surname Dugu in the Miaojian Gate, so that people in the outside world mistakenly think that the people in Miaojianmen have this surname.

The wind came in vain in the door, although there were many women in sight, but the appearance was mediocre, and when they saw the head of the house, they saluted one after another, but they regarded the wind as air, which made him very disappointed. Walking at this moment, he and Dugu Mei are already one after the other, looking at the swaying figure in front of him, the wind rubs his palms in vain, and seems to be still reminiscing about the fragrance and tenderness between the remaining fingers, just hoping to find a quiet and secluded place to warm up with the beauty in front of him.

"Master Feng, do you feel good when you first arrive at this door?" Dugumei's body turned slightly, and she didn't stop, smiling at the wind in vain.

"Very good, very good!" Feng Bu's eyes and thoughts were all on Dugu Mei, how could she have the leisure to enjoy the scenery of Miaojian Gate, and prevaricated.

After this reminder, the wind is not in vain but also pay attention to the surrounding scenery, but look left and right, but let him feel very bored, the building here is simple and unpretentious, very few changes and decorations, not only with the Jiangnan Lingxiu exquisite can not be compared, even with the land of Jingzhao is also particularly inferior, if you don't know in advance that the Miaojian Gate is full of women, the wind is not in vain and thinks that the people who live here are vulgar men.

Feng retracted his gaze in vain, and said in his heart: If you feel it, you can only feel it!

In the final analysis, in the vast rivers and lakes, the Miaojian Gate is not shiny. When people in the martial arts mention the magic sword, they often nod expressionlessly, only to show that they know. This is a young and mysterious sect, the masters of the sect rarely walk around in the rivers and lakes, and the head of the sect almost does not appear in the public eye, unless it is a major event that shocks the martial arts. In this way, even characters like Feng Buvain only know that Miaojian has its own uniqueness, but how unique it is, in his heart at this time, maybe he only knows that it is like Dugu Mei!

After a short walk, the two came in front of a building, there was a black plaque on the door, but there was no word on it, Dugu Mei stepped into the door, and went straight to the second floor. Come together in the hall. The second floor was very open, and the four tables were sparsely circled in a square, but there were no seats beside the tables, and in the middle of the square was a small stove, the flame was blue and red, and the copper kettle on the stove was sizzling.

Dugumei came to a table, sat down, and sat at the table next to her. After the guest of honor was seated, a girl in red offered two fragrant teas, but they were both placed in front of the wind. The girl's posture is graceful, but her appearance is ordinary, nothing more than some youthful vitality, the wind is not in vain, and she has no intention of looking more, and turns her eyes to Dugumei.

"Sister Dugu, in the Miaojian Sect, you are still outstanding!" Feng praised sincerely.

"Hehe..." Dugu Mei's eyes were circulating, her face was full of spring, and she deliberately teased: "The head of the wind has not found the desired beauty?"

"Huh.." Feng Buvain was pierced by a word, and he didn't know how to answer, so he awkwardly picked up the lamp in front of him.

"Hmm, why is it empty?" Feng Buvain was a little surprised, and stretched out his hand to another glass, which was still empty.

"What's the matter? Isn't the head of the wind talking too much, a little thirsty?

"Bang! Bang!" Dugumei didn't explain, she slapped her hands lightly, and the girl in red walked out again, only this time, there were two more things in her hand, a clay pot and a clay pot. This time, the girl put these two things in the hands of the master. The style of the clay pot is simple and inconspicuous, but the clay pot is quite peculiar, with a straight spout and a small spout, which is more than three feet long. The wind is in vain to see in his eyes, very curious.

Dugu Mei took the clay pot in her hand, got up with a smile, walked to the table and lowered her body, she opened the clay pot, a burst of jasmine fragrance refreshed people's lungs, she didn't know when there was a wooden spoon in her hand, and she was about to take out the tea from it. At this moment, Feng Buvain suddenly reached out and covered the mouth of the can.

"Huh?" Dugu Mei frowned slightly, looking at him in confusion.

"Please also ask Sister Dugu to take the tea herself!" Feng Bu showed a look of anticipation on his face.

Dugu Mei's face turned red, and she took the tea leaves in her hand as she said, and poured them into the two cups of tea in front of Feng Buyi. I saw that this tea leaf is like a magpie's mouth, shaped like a willow, and it is also mixed with jasmine buds, green and white, and it is very good-looking.

"Sister Dugu, what's the name of this tea?" People in the rivers and lakes love to drink, if you put a few pots of good wine, you can also call out the name if you close your eyes and smell the aroma, but this tea is in front of you, but you can't do anything.

"Master Feng, do you know why this peak is named manna?" Dugumei did not answer, but asked rhetorically.

"Could it be because water is like nectar?" Feng guessed as he glanced at the copper kettle that was about to be put on the stove.

"Master Feng guessed half right!" Dugumei walked back to her place and said with a smile.