Drive the long road and ignore it, when you don't see the dust, the Yujin karma futon flies over, the swallowtail mountain range is a thousand rocks showing, ten thousand gullies compete for the stream, the cool mist is clear, the grass and trees are thriving, and the spring scenery of Shaohua is a good school.

The blue clouds are young and young, and they are only going to the depths of spring.

The Emperor Xiang Sword raised the price by Ye Fanhu and was bought back by Luan Slender Thorn. The Gaoyang Sword Sect can lose spirit stones, and the Junguo Cultivation Realm cannot lose this top-level magic weapon. One is to affect the hard-won balance of the Xiuzhen forces of the Hun Kingdom, and the other is to live in a foreign country, which is not what Wen Zhijiao and Ye Fanhu want. The two of them are far-sighted, and the ownership of the Emperor Xiang Sword will even involve changes in the Northern Regions in the future. Mo asked for love to divide the high-grade spirit stone into six, and asked Ye Fanhu and Tianbao Pavilion to send Ning Tingxue and Wuli Guan's Qingfeng and Mingyue respectively.

"What are they going to do besides rolling on the ground?" Mo asked.

"And will continue to roll. ”

Speaking of Qingfeng and Mingyue, the fun of the two guys hiding the spirit stone appeared, and they smiled heartily. At this time, the source of Qingshan, the road of asking the heart, and the mountains of Wuling beyond the road of asking the heart should be equally full of spring. Purple fence swallow Yongju, there should be a new swallow. Now thinking back to the ice and snow of that season, the boy and Han'er are faint, but they are in their hearts.

"You say, don't we like to share the spoils?" Mo said at the right time.

The wind was light and the cold was pondering, and the young man said: "Hehe, it's just a share of spoils, not 'like or not'." ”

Han'er disagreed. She snorted lightly, but did not say the reason for the objection, she was extremely anxious, raised her claws and wrote a rebuttal, and the more she became more and more foggy, and she could not continue. The wind is light on the night, and there is no great joy in asking questions. At this time, there was a real person in the north who was lying on a small cloud, erlang's legs, and flew over. A few miles away, the man suddenly covered his face with his hands and fell down. Yuanying real person is flying, so strange, unheard of, this person is even more strange, in the hands that cover his face, and he does not let go.

"Haha, afraid to see his face?" Mo laughed.

Han'er was stunned. The two of them stared at the man with his feet together, and the wind fell until he was stuck in a stream, standing upside down, not moving at all. For a long time, this person did not move at all. The wind is light on the night, Han'er, don't ask curiously, in the world, how can there be a real person who fell to death?

The stream just flooded the head, the water was clear, and the palms of the hands were fanned on both sides, buried between the pebbles. Hearing the young man and his party fly down, the man raised his hand and waved it, as if to drive away flies, and then covered his ears again.

"Hee-hee, you did it on purpose. "Don't ask about love and smile.

"I don't know you. "The sound in the stream is a little muddy.

"We don't know you either. Mo asked: "Look, this shirt, tsk, you know that you are not a bitter master." ”

The man's legs, bent and stretched many times, were so comical that it was these feet that seemed to hesitate and think, not the head soaked in the stream. Finally, Master Ku half-curled up and said, "What am I hiding from you to do? ”

"How can the master be like this?" said the wind light night: "Three encounters, each time the master ......"

Ku Fei Zen did a somersault, turned ashore, and shouted: "Three times, except for Niulu Town, where is the other time? Aha, is there really someone in the world who is exactly like me?"

He shouted loudly, his face was red, and his eyes sparkled with hope. The wind is light and the night is cold, and Mo asks questions: Could it be that Master Ku and the "poor monk" are not the same person?

"Why is Master Ku in Niulu Town?" Mo asked and staggered the topic.

"Hmph, Niulu Town, dare to say Niulu Town?" Ku Feichan said angrily: "You pat your ass and leave, the poor monk let Master Zhong scold for three days, and the poor monk is also a bandit." Three full days of careful chopping and slow simmering, think about it, is it uncomfortable?!"

"Aha, don't run away?"

"Where to escape? The poor monk has fled, and Master Zhong has not vented his anger, so he must not scold the poor monk behind his back for the rest of his life?"

"Hey, hey, why are you in Niulu Town?"

Ku Feizen patted his forehead, twisted away a little moss, ignored Mo intercession, squatted down, wiped a few handfuls of water with stream water, nested his hands, scooped water and drank. His anger probably disappeared, and he said, "If you don't enter the red dust, you will come out of the red dust?"

This sour breath, Mo Wenqing's back was weak, and he asked quietly: "Is it out?"

"It's not out yet. "Bitter non-Zen words.

Mo Wenqing smiled recklessly: "Since the master has not come out of the red dust, he is already in the red dust, where does he come from' not to enter the red dust?

When Kufei Zen heard this, his eyes were in a trance, and he said: "Good Zen, good Zen." ”

He was slurred, Mo asked to hear it, and "I am hungry for you, I am hungry for you", ready to "chop carefully, simmer slowly" a few words, Master Ku straightened his chest, and said: "After the Yunmen Zen Temple of Tianlong Kingdom, the mountain enters the Qiju master Kufei Zen, and he travels here, and I thank the female benefactor for her wonderful Zen." ”

There is a lot of wordiness, just the word "cloud travel" is beautiful, didn't he just lie on the clouds, swimming? Besides, what "the mountain behind the Yunmen Zen Temple of the Tianlong Kingdom", "the master of the Qi residence", the good name, or even the "wonderful Zen of the female benefactor", he said, and the taste is not a taste.

The wind is light and the night is cold, and Mo Wenqing is silent for a long time, Ku Feichan glanced at it several times in a row, such a lustful "poor monk", Mo Wenqing wants to escape.

Master Ku coughed dryly and said, "Etiquette and courtesy, courtesy and reciprocal." Poor monks are miserable and non-Zen, may I ask the two Taoist friends?"

Mo asked: "Master Ku, can't you talk well? Like a pervert, what are you blinking your eyelids?

Kufei Zen said: "It is true that the poor monk is not. ”

Mo asked for love and immediately said nonsense: "I, the night song rain, my brother asks for love at night, this is Han'er." ”

She didn't think about it, Yunzhongtai Shen Blowing Business reported a fake name of "Night Breeze", not only to avoid disaster, but also to get great benefits, this "night", the surname is good!

Ku Fei Chan asked, "This night of the night?"

"Exactly. Mo asked.

Bitterness is not Zen and cold, killing intent flows, and the forest is natural. The wind is light on the night, the cold child is in a great crisis in an instant, and the sunny surroundings are dark, like wind and rain. Mo Wenqing understood that something was wrong, and he took the wrong step in front of the wind and the night, and Han'er asked: "What, the surname can't be 'night'?!"

The voice is high-pitched, and the heart is uneasy. Ku Feichan shook his head, the killing machine came and went quickly, and said: "The people of the Ye clan have eyes above the top, and they will not do anything to care about Master Zhong. Even if it's really the Night Clan, the poor monk is not qualified to kill you. Poor monks are abrupt, don't worry. ”

Feng Qingye said: "How can you not worry? I will always keep it in my heart." When I enter the Yuanying real person, I will look for you again. ”

The "poor monk" with this mask once said to Feng Qingye in Wuli Guan, and Feng Qingye turned it out and said it again. Ku Feichan didn't think it was angry, and said with a smile: "I'm waiting for my son in Qiju." Hehe, since he claimed to be surnamed 'Night', the poor monk invited the two and this Han'er to drink Zen tea. ”

The sleeves are waved with a flick, the true yuan is rushing, the Buddha is shining, the stream stops flowing, a line of water splashes jumps out, crosses in the air, turns into a rainbow, and crosses from the other bank to this bank, about three feet high. Ku Fei Zen said: "This Zen tea is called 'Crazy Leaf'. Sitting in the center of the rainbow to taste, the style is unique. ”

After the bitter master finished speaking, he walked slowly and stepped on the rainbow.