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Above the West Lake, a small painting boat floats quietly in the gentle wind and beautiful day, its location is already in the depths of the lake, although you can faintly see a stone arch bridge, the lake here, but there are few people, it seems very quiet. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At the bow of the boat, two men in Taoist robes sat opposite each other on either side of the low coffee table, and the sparkling waves reflected off the surface of the lake turned into fragmented shadows, casting a bright light on their Taoist robes.

The Taoist priest holding the pot and pouring tea has a graceful figure and elegant movements, but it is a female jade truth, although it is boiling tea, it is spotless, and it is as if she has just bathed in a clear spring.

Melon seed face, delicate facial features, bright eyes like a pool, thin eyelids, thin red lips, face like white jade, revealing a cold temperament, and the head of the Qingwei Sword School, Zhang Qingyun, is quite similar, and the posture is also similar.

"Master, this Jiaxing iron capture method is too vicious!" The female Taoist priest straightened up, put down the red mud teapot, took out a snow-white cloth from her wide sleeves, wiped her jade hands elegantly, and said softly, her voice quality is like jade, it seems to be soft at first glance, but there is a faint hard charm, which is quite strange and moving.

The square face of the Taoist priest sitting opposite was slightly purple, revealing a non-angry and self-authoritative bearing, but he was Yang Zhenren, the head of Gesoap Mountain, and the female Taoist priest was his disciple Yang Mengzhen.

Yang Mengzhen is indifferent by nature, very little, but he likes cultivation quite a lot, immersed in it all day long, almost staying at home, except for the young disciples on Gesoap Mountain who are worried about this innocent aunt, the rest of the people rarely know about her existence.

This time, Yang Zhenren was invited by Xiao Yuesheng to come to Lin'an City's lakeside to watch the ceremony, and forced Yang Mengzhen to accompany her, otherwise, it would be difficult for her to step out of Gesoap Mountain.

"Well, however, it's understandable!" Yang Zhenren stroked the neat clear beard under his chin and nodded.

"Abolishing martial arts is already worse than death, but they are still hanging on a tree to show the public, under such humiliation, these people are afraid that they will have no face to live again!" Yang Mengzhen frowned slightly, put Xuepa back into his sleeve, picked up the clear white porcelain tea cup, and blew the green tea in the cup lightly, and the jade face was faintly unbearable.

"Well, that makes sense. Yang Zhenren took a sip of tea, exhaled a big breath freely, revealing a comfortable expression, he liked the tea art of the only female disciple, and he was a little careless about the disciple's words.

"Master-!" Seeing that he was absent-minded, Yang Mengzhen snorted dissatisfiedly, glaring at him, his eyes were full of water, even if he was angry, it was extremely moving.

"Hehe, in fact, it's hard to say whether this matter is right or wrong, Jiaxing's iron capture methods have always been like this, those martial arts people go to provoke them, they can only say that they are good and bad, and they can't complain about others. ”

Yang was really busy and smiled. It is quite funny, for this youngest brother, he does not regard her as a disciple, but regards her as his daughter, the pearl in his palm, and he has no majesty towards other disciples.

Yang Mengzhen Gua Zixue's face showed disapproval, he didn't like the vicious methods of Jiaxing Tie Fish, but he couldn't refute the master straightly, so he could only pick up the long sword on his leg, hold the hilt wrapped in sackcloth hard, and secretly muttered their names with hatred: "Jiaxing Iron Catch, Jiaxing Iron Catch, Huh?"

As soon as she lifted her mantis, her slender jade fingers stretched out in the direction of Linhuju, and asked quickly, "Master, isn't that Xiao Zhuang from Jiaxing?"

"Hehe, yes, you just remembered?" Yang Zhenren's purple eyes narrowed slightly, and he stroked his beard and smiled.

Yang Mengzhen glanced at the master with disdain, ignored his pen, frowned with curved thin eyebrows, and the snow-white Rouyi rubbed the hilt of the sword, muttering to himself: "Jiaxing Tieyu has such a brilliant martial arts, but no one knows their background, and the martial arts used have never appeared in the martial arts, hum, if it has nothing to do with Guanlan Villa, then it would be strange!"

Her eyebrows frowned slightly, her expression was focused, and the sparkling waves sprinkled the broken shadow on her face, and her bright eyes contained autumn water, clear and spiritual, which was extremely moving.

Yang Zhen sucked the tea lightly, leisurely watching the surrounding lakes and mountains, and let Yang Mengzhen think about it.

The sun is bright and warm, shining on the body, the warmth makes people feel a little lazy, the breeze is coming, sparkling and sparkling, like countless gems are rolling.

The arch bridge in the distance, under the eyes of his distant people, can clearly see the endless stream of pedestrians, on the bridge, all eyes swimming, greedily want to take in the beautiful scenery in front of him, without missing a trace.

Although the scenery of his own pavilion soap mountain is excellent, compared with here, it is a little less lazy and refined, too strange and magnificent.

"Master, could it be that these Jiaxing iron catchers are from Guanlan Villa?!" Yang Mengzhen's snow-white melon seed face was hesitant, and his speech was slow and slow, and he couldn't believe this inference.

"Who knows?" Yang really put down the white porcelain teacup and shook his head, noncommittal, obviously a little skeptical.

"Hmph, it must be him!" Yang Mengzhen snorted coldly, his autumn-like eyes looked into the distance, thinking of the hateful smile, and said hatefully: "Except for him, who would let such a master serve the imperial court? Those people in the martial arts are mostly disdainful!"

For the people in the martial arts, the court and the martial arts are two worlds, which cannot be put together, and the martial arts people enter the court, then they no longer belong to the martial arts people, they are like birds in the cage, they have to follow the rules and lose the spirit of the martial arts people.

In Xiao Yuesheng's eyes, there is no distinction between martial arts and the imperial court, he does not have so many scruples, he does not abide by the rules, and he is extremely eye-catching, even Yang Mengzhen, who has only met once, knows his uninhibitedness.

Yang Zhenren didn't answer, just smiled and didn't say anything.

The boat floats leisurely, with the slight undulation of the lake, the sun is shining, and the breeze is slow, making people hate to sleep.

Yang Mengzhen thought for a while, elegantly holding the white porcelain tea cup, thinking for a while, and suddenly broke the tranquility and asked, "Master, is that sunflower treasure song really so magical?"

"It shouldn't be fake!" Yang Zhen nodded, put down the teacup, stroked the beard under his chin, and his square face glowing with purple gas showed solemnity.

For the secret of martial arts, at the beginning, he was also dismissive, thinking that it was purely a rumor and was exaggerated with ulterior motives, but the consequences of the later situation made him change his mind, especially the difference after Sun Baiwei, the master of Shenwei Hall, accepted it, which unmistakably showed the magic of this treasure book.

In order to prevent Sun Baiwei from pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger before, he specially sent a letter to Xiao Yuesheng to inquire about Sun Baiwei's details, and knew from Xiao Yuesheng that this sunflower treasure song was really not a mortal thing.

"Then, the building near the water gets the moon first, why is Master Xiao Zhuang indifferent?" Yang Mengzhen's teacup paused in mid-air, frowning slightly and contemplating, with a moving expression.

The relationship between Yang Mengzhen and Xiao Yuesheng was not harmonious, because when the two met, Xiao Yuesheng looked at her a few more times, and immediately gave her a lustful impression.

Yang Mengzhen's temperament is unearthly and beautiful, when a man sees her, except for the master and a few senior brothers, the rest of the people dare not take a second look, they can only help but peek, they are all ashamed of themselves, confused by its unearthly beauty, for fear of blaspheming her.

Xiao Yuesheng has a bad hobby, that is, he especially likes to tease cold women, but he doesn't have bad intentions, he just likes to talk to such women, such as Xiaolongnu, and then like Zhang Qingyun, even if Li Mochou was at the beginning, it was the same.

Seeing Yang Mengzhen, he couldn't help but ask two questions, and admired her beauty a few more times, so he was naturally regarded by her as a disciple, a wanderer, even if he knew that the master's eyes were above the top, ordinary people would not care about it, this unknown Xiao Zhuang owner was able to become good friends with the master at a young age, he must be an extraordinary person, and it was difficult to resist the bad impression of Xiao Yuesheng.

"Hehe, I'm afraid it's disdainful. Yang Zhen put down the white porcelain teacup, stood up slowly, took one hand behind, stroked the clear beard with the other, stood against the breeze, overlooked the lake, and said slowly in a deep voice: "For him, there are only a few martial arts in the world that can enter the eyes of the spring law." ”

Yang Mengzhen was disappreciative of Xiao Yuesheng's admiration for his master, and snorted lightly: "Master, you have to ask your disciple to come with you, it's really boring, I knew this was the case, I don't know how to practice kung fu, this is his first wife?"

She hated daily chores, especially socializing, and felt that it was a pure waste of time.

"Well, haha, it's the first place!" Yang Zhenren laughed, looking very much like entertainment, which made Yang Mengzhen puzzled, his eyes were like water, and he looked at the master in a daze.

"Help, help!" Suddenly a faint cry for help came, like a woman, hoarse, full of despair and pleading, which made people feel sad.

Both the master and apprentice were profound, and they turned their heads at the same time, looking in the same direction.

In the direction they looked, there was a stone arch bridge, which could be walked side by side by four, and the pedestrians on the bridge were weaving, and the lake under the bridge was green, which was quite beautiful.

It's just that the turquoise lake is extremely deep, and not far from the bridge at this time, there is a person who is carrying a heavy load and floating, plopping and fluttering quickly against the lake, screaming for help in his mouth, intermittently, obviously this person does not swim.

At this time, although the sun is shining, shining on the body lazily do not want to move, but the lake is still cold to the bone, falling, even if it is proficient in water, I am afraid that it is difficult to resist the invasion of cold, for a long time, it must be more than auspicious.

The cry for help soon weakened, and the fluttering movement became weaker and weaker, and under such a cold air, a weak woman soon lost her strength and heat.

The sound of falling into the water sounded one after another, but several people jumped off the bridge, all of whom wanted to save the woman who fell into the water.

If Xiao Yue was born here, I am afraid that she will sigh with emotion.

If this matter is in the modern society, if you can jump out of the crowd and go into the water to rescue, it is God blessed, it is extremely rare, people may sympathize, but also anxious, if you let yourself jump into such a cold lake to save people, you may put your own life on the line, this matter will never be done.

Although the location where the woman fell into the water was not far from the bridge deck, it was from the bridge, and it was very far away when she jumped into the cold water.

The few people who jumped into the lake, many of them were in the martial arts, and they had internal strength to protect their bodies, and they could support them for a while, but as they swam, the woman was already fluttering, and she couldn't scream, so she slowly sank.

The ripples of the water rippled, fading away and fading, and as a few tiny blisters surfaced, she was completely motionless.

At the same time, the exclamations and instigations on the bridge sounded endlessly, and people all stared at the graceful woman walking on the lake with wide eyes and frightened eyes.

Yang Mengzhen stepped on the surface of the lake, facing the breeze, like walking on the ground, the degree was strange and incoherent, the body was like fluttering, a plain and abnormal robe moved, fluttering like a neon dress, white socks and cloth boots under his feet, only the toe of the boots was soaked by the lake, and the rest of the part did not touch the lake.

In an instant, she had crossed under the bridge, past the people who were struggling to swim, to where the woman had been.

A line of practice suddenly flew out of the wide sleeve, one palm wide, the whole body was snow-white, shining brightly in the sun, obviously not a vulgar thing.

This was given by Xiao Yuesheng, but Yang Mengzhen didn't know it, he just thought it was a birthday gift from his master.

This long cloth can be soft or hard, the sword is not injured, and the water and fire are not invaded, it can be described as precious and abnormal, but she doesn't know that his master came to transfer the flower and graft to Xiao Yuesheng's disciple, and Xiao Yuesheng didn't want her to know, so she still doesn't know.

With the continuous running under her feet, Su Lian, who was shining brightly, was like a dragon, suddenly burrowing into the turquoise lake, and then another snow-white bare hand was thrown, and a small wooden board suddenly appeared in front of her.

Stepping heavily on the wooden plank, which was only the size of two palms, there was a "bang" sound, and the brilliant Su Lian recovered, and when the other end left from the lake, there was a person rolled, and it was the woman who fell into the water.

At a glance, it was already clear that at this time, the face of the woman who fell into the water was pale, her eyes were closed, and she did not know whether she was alive or dead.

With her white socks and cloth boots stepping heavily on the wooden plank, her figure folded in reverse, although there was a person wrapped around her hands, but she turned back lightly and gracefully, like a Qiao Yan passing by, and then walked back on the waves, a little faster.

Ling Bo walked, and in the blink of an eye, her figure suddenly jumped high, and flew diagonally towards the stone arch bridge, causing everyone on the bridge to let out louder screams, and a person was rolled in her hand, as if it had no effect at all.

Su Lian suddenly retracted at this time, rolled up and rushed towards Yang Mengzhen, who was carrying the woman upside down and flying into the air, and in an instant he was already in front of her, and the jade palm stretched out and gently patted the back of the woman who flew in front of her eyes and the water dripped.

The woman who was dripping with water and had a pale face received this palm, and suddenly floated leisurely to the crowd on the stone arch bridge deck, like a red and yellow fallen leaf swept by the autumn wind, leisurely attached to the ground.

Yang Mengzhen, who was dressed in a Taoist robe, took advantage of the power of this palm, his body changed again, and he jumped above the crowd on the bridge, ignoring the excited exclamations of the people, stepped on the waves, and fell into the painting boat in the distance.

"Fairy!" The exclamations of the "fairy" echoed in the crowd one after another, and the old woman who had fallen into the water fell to the ground lightly, just standing, as if she had been picked up and fell, and when she fell, she opened her eyes and woke up.

There are enthusiastic people who are busy taking off their clothes and wrapping her, otherwise, the warm body is enough to make her old and decrepit seriously ill, and she will take half her life.

It's just that at this time, she was warm all over, and there was no trace of chill from the water, and the internal force input by Yang Mengzhen's palm had an effect.

The old woman in the crowd was struggling to look in the direction of the benefactor, watching the distant painting boat gradually speed up, disappearing from sight in a blink of an eye, her heart was still a mess, everything just now was too fast, like a dream.