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At this time, it was noon, under the purple mountain, although the fog was boundless, the air was fresh and cool, and there was no trace of heat. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"I don't know if the mountain gate of the Shuiyun Sect is here?" the poor monk Yuanyin, please see ......" The loud voice as copper Lu floated in the mountain, endlessly, and the skill of the lion's roar was added a few more points.

Wen Yubing, who was taking a nap in the Hanyan Pavilion, suddenly woke up, hurriedly lifted the lake-green brocade, got up from the incense couch, shook off the waterfall-like black hair, and stayed with a plump body wrapped in silk satin, showing off her snow-white feet flawlessly, stepping on the thick and soft moon-white carpet.

There was a knock on the door, and then he was pushed away, Xiao Yuesheng walked in slowly, and saw that the master's hair was shawl, and his cheeks were still flushed, white and red, bright and beautiful, he couldn't help but be stunned, and said with a smile: "What did Master do when he got up?"

"Didn't you hear the sound?" blame him for driving in, Wen Yubing gave him a blank look, Ying Ying sat down in front of the dresser, and took a strand of silk to tie up her black and shiny hair.

In the past few days, her anger has not subsided, and every time she thinks of her tantrum at him, her face is a little red and hot, and she feels that she has lost her gaffe and lost her majesty as a teacher in front of him.

As soon as he saw him, his heart was slightly weak, and his smiling and groaning gaze was hateful, so he covered it up with anger and did not give him a good face.

"Does Master want to personally go down the mountain to greet him?" Xiao Yuesheng was unimpressed by Master's anger, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and he asked in surprise.

His surprise was inevitably contrived.

"Do you want to put up a shelf again?" Wen Yubing was tilting his head and wearing a turquoise earring, his movements were elegant, and he glared at him in the bronze mirror: "This is a person from the Shaolin faction, you can't be rude!"

"This monk is obviously going up the mountain to find fault, so why should he surrender his identity to please him?" Xiao Yuesheng shook his head, found an embroidery pier and sat down, looking at her with a smile.

"Treat people with courtesy, this is to treat people with courtesy!"

Wen Yubing glared at him angrily from the bronze mirror, still feeling unhappy, turned around, his eyes were clear, and he snorted softly: "It's always right to treat people with courtesy, even if he comes to provoke, our Shuiyun Sect can't lose its courtesy." ”

"He wants to slap us, but we have to greet each other with a smile, I can't do this!" Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and smiled bitterly, stretched out his hand slightly, grabbed a jasper hairpin in the void, and played with it gently.

Although he knew that his master's way of acting was not bad, it was the best rule of conduct in the world, but he didn't want to pay attention to it, people in the martial arts, relying on martial arts and power, everything on the surface was illusory, insignificant, and there was no need to live so tired.

"Then what do you say?" Wen Yubing saw that his expression gradually changed, his eyes swept over him lightly, and the air around him seemed to thicken, not like a joke, and couldn't help but be a little shaken.

"Let Xue Yan bring them in. Xiao Yuesheng turned the green hosta in his hand and said lightly.

"Alas!" Wen Yubing sighed helplessly and glanced at him: "Okay, then it's up to you, let Xue Yan invite them!"

At the foot of the Purple Mountain, Fan Xisheng and his party looked angry and stared fiercely at the fog-shrouded above.

"It's really hateful!" Fan Cunyi was wearing a blue shirt at this time, refreshed and radiant, looking at the misty surroundings, jumping to his feet, and said hatefully: "Dad, his Shuiyun Sect doesn't take our Shaolin in his eyes at all-!"

Fan Xisheng nodded solemnly, ignored his provocation, turned his head to look at Master Yuanyin, and shouted: "Under Fan Xisheng, I am annoyed to meet the head of Lao Wen-!"

The empty mountain is still silent.

Fan Cunyi suddenly smiled and said, "Hehe, Dad, are they scared, they don't dare to face each other when they hear the ancestor coming?!"

"Shut up for me!" Fan Xisheng scolded angrily, glared at him fiercely, and was angry in his heart, he suffered so much last time, he still didn't remember his surname for a long time, if it weren't for his greed for flowers and lust, how could he provoke such a tricky character?!

Fan Cunyi hurriedly lowered his eyebrows, stopped making a sound, was used to being scolded by his father, and was not afraid, his eyes turned, and he kept looking at the surrounding situation, but the fog was too heavy, and he couldn't see far at all, and he could only vaguely see mountains and rocks and trees.

"Master Yuanyin, Master Fan, the head of the sect is invited!" A mellow and soft voice suddenly sounded, and suddenly, a graceful and flower-like girl appeared in front of them, with a moon-white Luo shirt and snow-white flawless skin, like a fairy who is not vulgar.

Monk Yuanyin's eyes suddenly widened, and his essence flashed, shooting at the girl, and he was surprised that he didn't notice her approach!

This girl in the posture of ice and snow is Song Xueyan, who is in charge of leading, was stared at by the Yuanyin monk, she smiled and nodded casually, and was slightly surprised in her heart, but she didn't expect that this Yuanyin master actually glanced at it, which was even more terrifying.

"Master, please. Seeing that the master was staring at the other party in a daze, Fan Xisheng hurriedly reminded him softly, so as not to be too rude.

"Your master is so magnificent!" Monk Yuanyin flicked the sleeves of his robe, paused his Zen staff, snorted angrily, and walked slowly, and the four yellow-clothed monks also followed him.

There are very few visitors to the Shuiyun Sect, but Song Xueyan is quite familiar with the way of entertainment, and explained softly: "The head master is taking a lunch break, and he is afraid that he will neglect the master and the master of the Fan Hall, so he will send the little girl to invite a few people up the mountain, presumably the master will not be surprised?!"

"No......" Fan Cunyi said at first glance, hurriedly shut his mouth again, quickly glanced at his father, and saw that he didn't stare at him, so he hurriedly raised his chest and looked ahead.

His lustful surname is guilty again, seeing Song Xueyan's ice and snow posture, he was drunk, and when he heard her say not to be strange, he couldn't help but want to say that he was not strange, but fortunately, he woke up early, and couldn't help but secretly rejoice, his eyes unconsciously drifted to Song Xueyan's back.

Song Xueyan's slender waist moves, step by step, elegant and graceful, and her gestures are all intimidating, and Fan Cunyi's soul has been hooked.

Listening to Song Xueyan's gentle explanation, the Yuanyin monk was not good at making trouble for some reason, so he could only snort, carry a Zen staff, and follow closely behind her, the fog around her was even thicker, if she didn't lead the way, I was afraid that it would be difficult to move an inch.

Fan Xisheng was secretly shocked in his heart, what he saw in front of him was even more dangerous than the last time he came, and he didn't know how good the luck and evil were when he went up the mountain this time, that Xiao Nanqiu was by no means a soft-hearted person, maybe, he really dared to risk the world's condemnation and kill the master!

He turned his head to look at the master in front of him, but saw that his one eye was staring at the girl's lotus feet, and he couldn't help but wonder that with the master's cultivation, he would never have the same mind as his own son.

He also knew the master, and Yuanyin was indeed not fascinated by Song Xueyan's posture, but stared at her lotus feet and explored her footwork.

For not being aware of the appearance of the other party, Yuanyin has always been obsessed, it is hard to believe that a girl of such an age, her internal strength cultivation will surpass herself, it may be her light skills, so she hid it from her ears and eyes.

Song Xueyan noticed the gaze behind her, but she didn't care, but deliberately quickened her pace, walking faster and faster, but it looked more elegant and calm.

The Yuanyin crowd gradually performed light skills, followed closely, their clothes fluttered, and the temperature gradually became colder, as if they had stepped into the autumn season.

After watching it for a long time, Yuanyin knew in his heart that the other party's light skills were really subtle, at first glance, it seemed to be a leisurely stroll, elegant and calm, but the speed was fast, as if the eyes deceived themselves.

"It doesn't matter if the master, right?" Song Xueyan kept moving, turned her head slightly, and asked with a smile at the Yuanyin monk behind her.

At this time, the round sound seemed to be tired and panting like a cow, and the sudden rough breathing sound made people worry that they would not be able to catch their breath and go directly to the Buddha.

"It's okay, this is Master's old problem, it's not in the way. Fan Xisheng replied in a deep voice.

Song Xueyan nodded, but her feet had slowed down a bit, which made Fan Cunyi, who was also panting behind him, feel even more itchy in his heart, only to feel that she is such a beauty and has such a good heart, she is really a fairy in the sky.

Song Xueyan led them directly to the cold valley, and when she arrived at the cold lake, she turned around and smiled at them: "This is the cold valley of my master." ”

The formation on the cold lake had been withdrawn, revealing a lake as clear as a mirror, and the icy cold air hit directly, forcing them to resist with their strength.

Hanyan Pavilion is shrouded in the light of the lake, giving people a sense of unreality, as if it is a projection of the heavenly palace on the surface of the lake.

Two delicate figures came, the moon white Luo shirt fluttered, and the posture in the sky was graceful, like the flying sky in the mural of the Tang Dynasty.

With a faint fragrance, Fluttershy and her love floated in front of them, and with a salute, Fluttershy said coquettishly, "My son has invited the master and the master of the Fan hall!"

The Yuanyin monk turned a blind eye to their alluring elegance, lightly bowed his head, his face sank like water, and turned his head to look at his disciple.

Fan Cunyi became dumbfounded, attracted by the grace of Fluttershy and Fluttershy's virtual crossing, and kept flashing in front of his eyes when the two girls were in the air.

Fluttershy and Xiao Qing have become accustomed to this demented gaze, so Quan pretends not to see it, and tilts slightly sideways, and flutters up again, volleying across the lake and landing in the vermilion-topped pavilion in the middle of the lake.

In the small pavilion, the figures of Wen Yubing, Xiao Yuesheng and others appeared, looking at this side from afar.

Xiao Yuesheng's voice suddenly came from the clear surface of the lake, clear as jade: "I can't imagine that the poor mountains and remote places can actually make the master of Shaolin come, it is really a flourishing and bright,...... In Xia Xiao Nanqiu, I respectfully invite Master Yuanyin Buddha to drive!"

Song Xueyan had already said goodbye and left, and only the Yuanyin monk and Fan Xisheng were left by the lake, and when they saw Xiao Yuesheng standing in the small pavilion on the lake, they were arching their hands from afar, and they could also see his smiling expression.

Obviously, this is a problem for the Yuanyin monks to see if they can be as good as Fluttershy and Fluttershy.

"Senior brother, it's too unkind to do this, isn't it?!" Lin Xiaoqing, wearing a moon-white Luo shirt, was standing beside Xiao Yuesheng, whispering, her voice revealing a thick smile.

The Yuanyin monk used the lion's roar at the foot of the mountain, which caused the entire Shuiyun Sect to wake up from the lunch break, and even more angered Lin Xiaoqing.

"You-ah-!" Wen Yubing swept the hair next to his sideburns, and also glared at the eldest disciple a little helplessly, feeling that he sometimes acted with a child's temper.

Monk Yuanyin felt helpless and annoyed, this was really a naked provocation and difficulty, and he looked at his own jokes.

He has great strength and a good cane, but he is not good at light skills, and he is really not sure about crossing such a long distance of the lake, in case he falls halfway and falls into the icy lake, what kind of face does he have to stand in front of them?!

"Stay, and Sysaint will go with me. Monk Yuanyin took the stubby dead branch handed over by Fan Xisheng and instructed the four yellow-clothed monks behind him.

"Yes, Master. "The four yellow-clothed monks are all disciples of the Hui generation, and their martial arts are good, but they are much inferior to their teachers, no matter what, they can't cross the lake, and they don't have to go over, so they lose face in vain.

"Let's go!" Monk Yuanyin handed the Zen staff in his hand to the four people, took a ring knife in their hands, hung it on his waist, snorted softly, and plunged into the lake.

With withered branches as pads, they landed four times, their posture was vigorous, and finally they crossed the lake, wetting the monk's shoes and boots under their feet, only to feel the cold air penetrating the bones, and pretending to be nothing to fall in front of Xiao Yuesheng and them.

At this time, Yuanyin has long lost the momentum at the beginning, and the original intention of weighing the Shuiyun Sect has faded, but at this time, it has become a tiger riding momentum, and it can only move forward.

Xiao Yuesheng gave up his hand first, and smiled heartily and gently: "Master Fan is not harmed, this must be Master Yuanyin, I have admired it for a long time...... This is the head of the family teacher Wen. ”

Fan Xisheng deserved to be the master of the hall, although he was annoyed in his heart, he could still smile reluctantly, and bowed to Wen Yubing: "I've seen Master Wen, I've seen Mr. Xiao." ”

Wen Yubing bowed lightly, cold as ice, like a goddess, her clear gaze swept over his face, fell on the Yuanyin monk, slightly closed, and said lightly: "The master is polite." ”

The monk Yuanyin was also angry and sullen, but he couldn't vent, so he could only return the salute: "Poor monk Yuanyin, I've seen Master Wen." ”

Then, Xiao Yuesheng introduced them one by one, and introduced Li Ruoyun and them to Yuanyin and Fan Xisheng respectively, even if the two of them are not close to women, under the light of the women, it is still inevitable that they will be ashamed of their filthy thoughts, and these big disciples of the Shuiyun Sect are too beautiful.

Then, Xiao Yuesheng invited the two of them to come into the house to serve tea.

On the surface, they were polite, the Yuanyin monk was jealous, and Fan Xisheng was even more so, not mentioning the intention at all, but as if he had made a special visit, just for curiosity.

The delicacy and luxury of the Hanyan Pavilion relieved the Yuanyin monk, a person's energy is limited, once he indulges in the enjoyment outside the body, he must not be able to concentrate on martial arts.

They didn't mention their intentions, but Xiao Yuesheng didn't want to let them go.

The Shuiyun Sect has been regarded by him as his territory, how can he allow others to infringe on it, never allow others to come when they want, leave when they want, dare to go up the mountain to brush the tiger's whiskers, and don't give them a little color to see, won't they let them come in vain?!

(To be continued)