The mist is like a stream of water, gathering and scattering, rising and sinking, and finally the clouds open and the clouds are dark, and the foggy ridge is steeply erected.

"Good mountain!" sighed at the light night.

For two hours, one person and one fox watched the changes in the sea of fog. The mist was like a tide, hooking the sword intent of the "Spring Water Lingbo Thirteen Swords" that had not been cultivated for a long time in the light of the wind and night. The sword intent surged with the sea of fog, and it flowed non-stop in the divine consciousness, which was quite profitable.

Linghu writes and paints in the cold and snow, thinking about some of the things it focuses on in Qingzhou City, and the color of the wind and night is even more doting. The front paws of the little fox are retracted, hanging and not moving, making a deep groan.

Prepare to get closer, look at what is written, a few people come. The first one, the eyebrows are born with a two-point yin, accompanying several digits, carrying a long sword. Since Qingzhou City has come here, Feng Qingye has met many monks who wear such clothes. At that time, thinking and walking with a sword should be a sign of the cultivation realm of the country.

The foundation building monk with the taste of Yin Qi looked at the little fox and said coldly: "Boy, is that snow fox for sale?"

The wind is light and the night is angry. In the world, all kinds of things can be disdained, and they can be disdainful, but they are cold, and no one can offend. Inside the pupil, the sword intent flickered. The little fox and the wind are in touch with each other, and they enter their arms and call softly. The wind was light and the night hid the sword intent in his eyes.

"Haha, indignant?" the Yin Monk laughed, tilted his head to the monk next to him, and said, "Do you say it's funny?"

This person nodded, afraid that there would be an accident, and it would not end well outside the mountain gate of the Heavenly Sect, and said: "Boy, Luan Gongzi said that he bought a snow fox, which is very polite. Little Qi Refiner, seeing our seniors, disrespectful and rude, that's it. If you really can't get used to your arrogance, hurt you to lie down for a month or two, and then take away the little fox, why bother? ”

The wind was light and lazy at night, and he turned around to leave.

"Stop, boy!" shouted the monk surnamed Luan.

What took his gloomy tone was a crisp timbre like a yellow bird: "Luan Jingyu, are you a villain again?"

A girl at the level of qi refining stood not far away. Behind her, there was an old man who looked like a servant, and his cultivation belonged to the Jindan realm.

Several people who accompanied Luan Jingyu saluted one after another.

Luan Jingyu was not afraid, and Sen Ran said: "The surname is Ning, what does it matter to you?"

The girl surnamed Ning didn't answer, and said to the others: "Could it be that you are also a tiger and willing to be lewd?"

Several people panicked, persuaded each other for a while, and hugged Luan Jingyu and walked away. After a few steps, Luan Jingyu didn't understand his hatred, and turned around and said: "That snow fox, the master is going to decide, for warming the bed!" This was said in the light of the night.

Feng Qingye stretched out his fist, and with the other hand, stroked horizontally.

Luan Jingyu raised his eyebrows and said, "What do you mean?!"

The girl replied for the breeze: "It means, to speak with a sword." ”

Luan Jingyu glanced at the light night, and everyone pushed and shoved, and walked away.

The wind is light and the night looks at the girl, her temperament is different, she is quiet and leisurely, like an appointment. Fifteen or sixteen years old, slightly green, like a budding flower.

"Thank you, Miss Ning, for your solution. Feng Qingye nodded in thanks.

The girl was cramped, without the spirit of the moment just now. She was careful, looking at the snow, her paw prints were like plum blossoms, and there were handwriting on them. The wind smelled a wisp of extreme fragrance in the light night, and the little fox was restless, and quickly gathered his mind. It's hard boy, this is the first time I've been so close to a girl. Linghu Xiaomei is not counted, her emotions and thoughts are very different, as for Linghu Qinghan in her arms, she is still a little fox.

The girl surnamed Ning read softly: "The smoke floats and hides mustard seeds, and the fog goes to the ridge and is still bright." ”

She was also deeply touched by the sea of fog. Asked in a low voice, "But...... What Xiaohu wrote?"

"The words were written by my family Han'er, and she remembered the sentences. ”

The girl surnamed Ning said warmly: "What a cute little fox, what a cute Han'er." After that, he didn't dare to look at the wind and light night, and looked at the little fox softly, that is, he and the Jindan servant, and gradually drifted away.

The wind is light and the night looks at the font, the penmanship is childish, clumsy, but it has a bit of fun. So, while walking, he praised. The little fox was proud, and the restlessness just now disappeared.

For more than ten miles, the mountain gate of the Heavenly Sect has appeared. The person who knows the guest at the gate of the mountain is none other than Shen Chuishang.

"Scattered cultivation night breeze, invited by your sect, to watch the sword meeting in the clouds. Feng Qingye said.

Shen Chuishang heard the string song and knew the elegant meaning. Feng Qingye reversed his name, but he didn't want to reveal his true identity, and said, "Brother Night came just in time. I've been looking forward to you. ”

Then, the wind and the little fox went directly to his cave.

"You two are noble, and they are my personal friends. Less interaction with those customs, save yourself from anger. I'm busy, this cave is inhabited by the Wind brothers. Shen Chuishang said.

Shen blows the words of sincerity and sincerity, and the wind is light and the night is moving. Thinking about it more than half an hour ago, I almost drew my sword in anger.

Shen Chuishang took a jade box and said, "The three taels of Yuntai frost silverquill in this are from the country of Di, a rare thing. I have to taste it with friends today, and it is worth collecting it for decades. Hehe, Brother Feng, you two have a pot of tea, you can go out to play if you want to, there are several excellent scenery in Wuling, which is worth visiting. ”

"That's very good. The young man wanted to say something polite, but he was too late to speak, and after a long time, he became more and more unable to speak.

Shen Chuishang smiled and went out. Hearing the young man's "Brother Shen is going well", his heart was happy, and he finally stopped being commensurate with "Senior Shen".

The gimbal frost is silver, the whole body is snow-white, the silver is fluffy, and it looks like frost. Into the boiling water, the rise and fall are caused, the number of ups and downs, like the girl's dance, is a view. Juvenile hallucinations, how can a girl surnamed Ning dance?

The entrance of this tea is really the best. The fragrance is full of fragrance, penetrating all over the body, every pore is breathing, and even within the consciousness, there is also a lingering aftertaste.

The little fox's blue eyes are like smoke and mist.

The wind was light and I couldn't help but feel sleepy at night, and I fell asleep quickly.

The dream is suddenly born, and the fantasy is very fantastic. In the dream, a stunning fairy, cold as frost, went to a mountain peak. The boy followed all the way, and the surroundings were like a spring with a hundred flowers in full bloom, and the bees and butterflies danced. The fairy, in front of the mountain, the original mountain scenery was clear, and she changed in a trance, and in an instant the clouds covered the fog, and then she looked up, and she disappeared into the mountain. When the boy entered it, he went directly to the top of the mountain. A plaque of floating clouds, four large characters in seal font, is "Yuntai Immortal Dream".

The fairy is no longer visible.

The wind is light and wakes up regretfully at night.

The little fox seems to be asleep and wakes up, and the surroundings are the same, and this time he falls asleep, and he also has a cup of tea. The strangeness of a dream with his eyes closed, he couldn't remember the face of a fairy who was as cold as frost. I only feel extremely beautiful, even if there is a trace of overflowing in the dream, it makes the young man's heart become vain.

The teenager expelled these images. Thinking about it, is it because of himself, watching the sea of fog, immersed in the sword intent of the spring water Lingbo, and knowing the girl surnamed Ning, so the dream is like a fantasy?

The state of this world is indeed extraordinary. The wind whispered to himself.

(The author said shyly: If it also touches the hidden fairy love in the heart of a passing gentleman, please recommend and collect it.) At the same time, please comment and discuss the way of Xianxia)