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Even though Xiao Yuesheng expected things like a god and had everything in his hands, he didn't expect that he wanted Fan Cunyi to suffer more sins and die again, but he also left a little bit of life, and the unpredictable nature of the world can be seen. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Up and down the Shuiyun Sect, there is only one person who is worried, that is Wen Yubing, and the rest of the disciples respect the senior brother like a god.

Song Qingya's surname is light, and after she came back, among the sisters and sisters, Xiao Yuesheng killed people invisibly with a snap of her fingers, and the image of the master uncle was even more mysterious and unpredictable among their disciples, and she was also very proud in her heart, with such a master uncle supporting herself, she was no longer afraid of others bullying her!

In the evening, their sisters were sitting in Pei Jinyi's house chatting, the soft lighting, milky white carpet and curtains, looking warm and comfortable.

Pei Jinyi, who was sitting next to Xuan's desk, put down the brush, turned around slightly, and saw Zhou Zhiruo lying on the bed, the moon-white silk nightgown showing beautiful curves.

She was holding a book in her hand, her bright eyes were scattered and blurred, without focus, her elegant and beautiful jade face was slightly sunk, her eyebrows were slightly locked, and she looked worried.

Pei Jinyi, who was dressed in a nightgown, couldn't help but laugh, and said softly: "Zhiruo doesn't have to worry, seeing that Senior Brother Xiao doesn't seem to be a reckless person, he has a deep meaning in his actions, and besides, even if he deals with Thunderbolt Hall, it's not a big deal." ”

"But the Shaolin faction ......" Zhou Zhiruo raised her pretty face, with a melancholy face, and the sparkling in her bright eyes was moving.

"What happened to Shaolin?!...... In our Emei territory, we can't tolerate Shaolin's presumptuousness!" Pei Jinyi snorted lightly, pursed her lips, and faintly showed a little contempt.

They don't buy anyone's account from the Emei faction, they go alone, even if they are Shaolin factions, they are not afraid.

"Then Master......" Zhou Zhiruo Bingxue was smart, and heard the meaning of her senior sister's protection, if there was really someone sent by Shaolin, the Emei faction would not stand idly by!

"Master will definitely agree, don't worry!" Pei Jinyi smiled lightly, very determined.

Zhou Zhiruo nodded, a little shy, and hurriedly picked up the book again, pretending to be reading, which caused Pei Jinyi to chuckle.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxx above the cold lake, bursts of piano sounds floated, sometimes paused, and sounded again, as if someone was learning the piano.

Hangu pine forest, soft light shrouded, like jade trees and silver flowers, in the Hanyan Pavilion, there are two night pearls embedded in the caisson, the entire Hanyan Pavilion is shrouded in milky white light.

On the first floor, on the milky white carpet, Xiao Yuesheng is dressed in a loose green robe, sitting cross-legged in front of a piano case, and on the other side of the piano case is the charming and charming Fluttershy with light makeup.

He is teaching Fluttershy the art of playing the piano.

Next to the piano case is a bookcase, Xiaoqing, dressed in white, is sitting next to the bookcase, concentrating on practicing calligraphy, blowing and playing the delicate face, focusing on the concentration, the long eyelashes occasionally tremble, very moving.

Xiao Yuesheng had nothing to do, so she began to train the two maids, wanting to turn them into her right-hand men, so as not to be too troublesome for herself.

In the milky white light of the night pearl, coupled with the milky white carpet, the skin of the two girls in white was as clear as jade, like fairies who were not stained with vulgarity, and the ice was clear and jade.

"Wrists are soft, luck is on fingers, yes, that's all!" Xiao Yuesheng nodded at Fluttershy's jade-like wrist, and then on her slender fingers.

Fluttershy's fingers are slender and white, like freshly peeled onions, tender and silky, cool and soft to the touch.

Touched by Xiao Yuesheng's hand, Fluttershy's fingers trembled, and her face flushed, as if she had smeared a layer of rouge on the white jade of mutton fat, which was touching and seductive.

She quietly raised her eyes and glanced at Childe, and seeing that he had no unusual expression, she hurriedly turned her eyes away, and pretended not to care.

With the improvement of the Qingxin Jue, her enlightenment surname is getting stronger and stronger, and Xiao Yuesheng can touch the path with just a little dial, and she has made excellent progress.

Fluttershy's heart is very sweet, these days, learning piano skills and calligraphy and painting with Xiao Yuesheng, grinding her ears and temples, Fluttershy feels very happy, as long as she sees Childe's figure, the air around her becomes extremely sweet, and she only wishes to be able to accompany him always.

Xiao Yuesheng turned around again, turned to Xiaoqing's side, looked at the words she wrote, and nodded, Xiaoqing's talent is not low, and she has a little bit of calligraphy charm.

"Uncle Master, there are people under the mountain who want to see you!" A crisp sound suddenly sounded by the lake, melodiously transmitted to the pavilion.

"It's so late, who is it?" Xiao Yuesheng raised his head and asked in a raised voice, his voice slowly drifting to Song Xueyan's ears on the other side.

He claimed to be the head of Perak Hall, Pham Hee Seng. Song Xueyan was dressed in a dark Luo shirt, Tingtingyu stood in the night, and she used her skills to answer with the method of sound transmission.

Xiao Yuesheng was slightly stunned, and then smiled: "Bring him here!" and then whispered to Xiao Qing: "Xiao Qing, go and ask the head to come over." ”

xxxxxxxxxxxxxx Fan Xisheng today, even if his subordinates in the hall see it, he doesn't dare to recognize him, he is covered in dust, his face is full of thoughts, his eyes are bloodshot, but his eyes are blazing.

When he came out of Perak Hall, he did not leave a single guard, but took his son alone, rode two horses, and went straight to the Purple Mountain.

Fan Cunyi was suffering from the expansion and contraction of his meridians all the time, and the reflux of blood and qi, which was really painful, and every few minutes, he had to click his faint acupoints, even so, it could not alleviate his pain.

Listening to the moans, Fan Xisheng's heart was like a knife, he felt empathy, and a deep sense of powerlessness appeared in his heart, his son suffered from this, but he couldn't do anything, he wanted to crush the bones of the initiator, and he would never be able to live forever.

For a day and a night, he did not eat or drink, kept changing two horses, and hurried away at night, and he felt that the breath of his son behind him was getting weaker and weaker, and the moaning sound was intermittent, like a candle flame in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time.

When he arrived in Dasheng Town, he found a middle-aged honest man as a guide and led him to Purple Mountain.

It's just that when he arrived at the bottom of the Purple Mountain, the guide was full of doubts, and found that he couldn't find the Purple Mountain, and the fog was so thick that he couldn't see the direction of the surroundings clearly, and he walked around and kept spinning in place.

Seeing that the son behind him could no longer moan, Fan Xisheng was anxious, knowing that he could not delay any longer, and he couldn't care about anything else, so he shouted loudly and reported to his home.

He has strong skills, and his voice is floating in the mountains, and because of the formation, Zishan isolates the sound from the outside world to avoid others from detecting it by listening to the sound.

Only Song Xueyan, who was at the entrance of the formation, could hear it, so she went up the mountain and reported it directly to the master, and then the master uncle instructed whether to convey it to the master.

The bright moon in the sky was like an ice wheel, the clear light was sprinkled, everything around was shrouded in a faint brightness, and the vast fog blocked Fan Xisheng's vision, even if he had enough eyesight, he could only see a foot away.

The son tied behind him trembled slightly, and the pain suffered by Fan Cunyi was like a wave, surging up one after another.

Fan Xisheng felt that his heart was dripping blood, and he couldn't wait to replace him with his body, muster up his strength, raised his head and shouted: "Fan Xisheng of Thunderbolt Hall, meet the Shuiyun Sect!"

"Master Fan, Master Bo is invited!"

A crisp and pleasant voice suddenly sounded in front of him, and then in the thick fog, a graceful woman walked out, with a slender figure and a skirt, like a fairy in the moonlight.

Fan Xisheng only felt that his eyes lit up, and his compelling face was almost comparable to the bright moon in the sky, and her crisp words lingered in his heart, and he was relieved and hurriedly said: "Please-!"

"This strong man, please go back!" Song Xueyan smiled faintly at the stunned middle-aged man, bowed, and turned around and walked towards the mountain.

After taking two steps, she turned around again and said to Fan Xisheng, who was tense all over: "Hall Master Fan, please step on the footprints of the little woman, and there must be no mistakes." ”

What Fan Xisheng saw in front of his eyes was a vast fog, and everything around him could not be seen, only Nana in front of him, like Song Xueyan who was like a weak willow supporting the wind.

Fan Xisheng nodded, he didn't dare to think about it, now he is asking for someone, if he causes any misunderstanding and misunderstands his son's surname, he will regret it for the rest of his life.

The two of them walked forward one after the other, silently, although Fan Xisheng did not take a step beyond the thunder pool, but with the softness and hardness of his feet, he could still feel that this was walking a rugged mountain road, and the terrain was changeable, it seemed that the purple mountain should be very steep.

Because they couldn't perform light skills, they walked for three teas, and Song Xueyan took him to the front of the cold lake.

The formation of the cold lake has been withdrawn by Xiao Yuesheng, and as far as the ears can see, above the lake, the cold smoke pavilion is shrouded in milky white light, like Yuyu Qionglou, like a fairyland, not like the world.

"This is the residence of the master, Hall Master Fan, please come with me. Song Xueyan introduced Fan Xisheng, who was standing in a daze, gentle and polite, and under the jade light refracted by the cold lake, her face was as delicate as jade.

With that, she jumped slightly, her body was like a swallow, swept towards the lake, and ten feet away, stepped on a pine corridor.

Fan Xisheng was awe-inspiring in his heart, he didn't expect such a young woman to have such superb light skills, it seems that the Shuiyun Sect Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, the world is blinded by it!

In the clear lake, the bright moon in the sky was reflected, and he could see the location of the corridor clearly, and he also jumped and fell behind Song Xueyan.

While following Song Xueyan's graceful steps, his eyes swept and kept looking, it seemed that this big disciple of the Shuiyun Sect was quite elegant, and he could build such a wonderful elegant residence, he was not a layman, and he must have an extraordinary scholarly spirit in his belly, such a person was extremely difficult to deal with.

Behind him, Fan Cunyi trembled lightly again, igniting his suppressed anger, as if he saw everything in front of him being burned by a raging fire.

"Uncle Master, Hall Master Fan has arrived!" Song Xueyan came to the foot of the steps of the Cold Smoke Pavilion and raised her voice to report to the room where the light shined.

"Got it, Xue Yan went back to rest. Xiao Yuesheng's clear voice came from the room.

Immediately, a "squeak" sounded, a milky white light came out, the door was opened, and a dashing figure stepped into this light, with its back to them, and Fan Xisheng couldn't see his face clearly.

"Master Fan, I have admired the name for a long time, please come in!" Xiao Yuesheng clenched his fists and bowed his hands, solemnly and solemnly, but did not go down to greet him.

"Please!" Fan Xisheng made up his mind, not letting what he had just seen affect him, and stepped up the stairs and approached the room.

(To be continued)