The peach blossoms are flying like rain, and the delicate face is flushed like drunk,

The woman in the green shirt in the peach forest in the rain of flowers walked slowly, and her toes seemed unwilling to step on the petals that fell to the ground, carefully avoiding the petals one after another. The clean, yet petite white shoe began to be stained with a few fallen petals, which clinged to the tips of her shoes like embroidery.

At the same time, a cyan shadow ran towards the woman in a green shirt with a hurried breath of wind, and it was a beautiful maid. "Miss, miss. Qing Aya knows that you are here, and the valley received a flying pigeon message, which is about Ye Gongzi, do you want to know. Qing Aya's mischievous voice came out first, and her figure called out before she could reach the green shirt girl's side.

"You girl, just say what you have, and sell anything." As soon as Nangong Xianchen heard the girl's words, he couldn't help but show that country-like smile, the head of the bug was slightly raised, and the delicate lips were tightly attached to a peach blossom that was more bright red and bloody, I don't know whether I wanted to smell the fragrance of the peach blossom or my heart was filled with strong joy.

"The old man said that he wanted to see you, everything about Ye Gongzi, the old man will tell you that he wants Qing Aya to come to Miss, as if he has something to say." The girl in Tsing Yi pouted and smiled, but did not answer the other party directly. She put the tip of her nose on the stamen of a peach blossom, and a pleasant intoxicating aroma gently penetrated her nose, making her blush even more intoxicating.

Deep in the Linglong Valley is the core of the Linglong Valley, where there are cliffs on both sides, and there is a condensed white mist over the valley all year round. Even though it is shrouded in white mist, it does not affect the warm sunlight shining directly from the sky, making this exquisite valley like spring all year round.

A few simple blue-tiled houses and several elegant chic courtyards are the main buildings of Linglong Valley, one of the four ancient martial arts sects that shook the world. Of course, there are a few pavilions in the elegant courtyard, and the courtyard pavilions that are secretly in line with the formation of the Qimen Xuanjia decorate the valley floor with a unique charm.

The blue pond is sparkling, and there is an old man reflected in this small blue wave pool, which is an extremely unique old man. The hair on the old man's head was almost gone, but the beard under the old man's chin was silver and snowy, hanging down on his chest. The old man's eyes were not too big and cloudy, and his thin body seemed to be blown away by a strong wind at any moment.

The most important thing is that the old man's first impression is that of a lewd old man, but when he looks at it again in the blink of an eye, he finds that the old man gives people a different feeling, like a sage, and then in the blink of an eye, it gives people a feeling like a great wise man. The old man gave people several strange feelings, but one feeling seemed to be not the real identity of the old man, which made people very confused.

But no one underestimated this old man, because this old man's status was extremely high, and no one knew how high it was. But everyone in the entire Linglong Valley knew that even Nangong Qingshan, the lord of the first valley of Linglong Valley, had to bow down when he saw this old man, and it was the highest etiquette in Linglong Valley.

"Grandpa No." Nangong Xianchen looked at the old man who was sitting on the wooden chair in the cloister and focused on the floats in the pool, and couldn't help but shout with joy.

"You little girl, what is your name, scare the old man's fish away. Alas, I sat here again for nothing, and I didn't catch a single fish. I finally saw a fish that was about to be hooked, and I was scared away by your little girl. An old but powerful voice came from the old man's mouth.

I saw that the old man's steady right hand was raised, but it was a long thin line that only floated, and there was no hook or bait. That old man is the only elder in Linglong Valley, the immortal, also known as the immortal. In Linglong, if there is someone who is not afraid of the ageless, then this person is Nangong Xianchen, and he is the only one. No one knows how old the old man lived, and no one knows how high the old man has reached with his mystical skills, but no one disagrees with his fairy-like divination skills. Linglong Valley's divination is one of the techniques of Zhengu's mastery, divination of the heavens, divination of human appearance, astrology and luck in the world.

For the little gentle quality of the old man but still with a strong doting feeling, Nangong Xianchen has long been accustomed to it. She frowned lightly, stepped forward, and snuggled into the old man's arms. Feeling the warm sun-like aura of the immortal, the strange appearance in her heart began to fade. She knew that the immortal immortal had summoned her to tell her, and it was extraordinary. There should be nothing else important except for the stubborn illness in her body.

"Idiot, if you want him to look for him, although you are in this Linglong Valley, your heart is not in this valley. These days, you seem to be gentle as usual, but the feelings condensed in your heart make you melancholy. This outing, not only is the fate between you and him, but also your condition will also have a turnaround. ”

Hearing the words of the immortal man, Nangong Xianchen raised her eyebrows, her blushing face like a peach blossom gradually became hot, and her star-like eyes became brighter. The sword-like figure in the blue shirt began to appear in her mind again, and the face with a little childishness but not lacking in fortitude gradually occupied her mind.

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When the rain will eventually stop, the spring rain in the north is even more so, this spring rain as thin as a cow's hair has been falling for several hours and stopped.

The white mist began to thicken, shrouding the Taihang Mountain, but the people on the Taihang Mountain could clearly see everything under the mountain from the bottom of the mountain. Just like Yelu Wuji and Xiao Yujing, they were standing on a certain peak on the Taihang Mountain, and the clouds and mist surrounded their heads.

"Is Xiao Shi so sure that the two boys will chase after him?" There was a ruthless light in the eyes of the red-clothed evil Yelu Wuji, and in front of this seemingly ordinary old man, he still maintained the only reason in his heart. He did not show any disrespect to the old man, and in front of the old man, he stood like a child, in front of an adult.

"Your heart is in turmoil, if you don't believe the old man, you can go down the mountain to see it yourself. If they hadn't guessed wrong, Ye Yinfeng and Ling Tianyun should have arrived at the post station at that pass. Xiao Yujing's face didn't fluctuate much, but his tone was filled with an undoubted majesty.

The two masters of Khitan appeared on this Taihang Mountain together, but Yelu Zongheng and Wanyan Zhantian, who were outstanding in those two days, were nowhere to be seen. The spring rain wetted the air of this Taihang Mountain, and the smell of the earth was filled everywhere, and the rain wet the soil in these places, but it was not soaked, and the smell of the earth that flew around and flew up. Coupled with the hazy clouds and mist surrounding the Taihang Mountain, the emerald green new is pouring out everywhere, and a new spring weather moistened by spring rain is born.

"Wuji knows that he is wrong, and Wuji should not question Xiao Shi." Yelu Wuji's eyes were full, and a chill surged out of his heart.

The old man was very puzzled, just by virtue of these two young men who were not in the stream, how to defeat the great master. If there is such a super-level martial arts cultivator in this world, then the degree of this over-level challenge is too appalling. What kind of martial arts realm is the great master, and these two teenagers have only broken through the innate realm at best. It's really puzzling, it's not that there are still immortal masters hidden in the palace. Xiao Yujing seemed to be talking to himself, and seemed to be warning Yelu Wuji about something.

Yelu Wuji was also horrified in his heart, and his mood was like the clouds and mist on this Taihang Mountain, with ups and downs, and it was difficult to calm down.

After that battle, Wanyan Invincible did not hide from anyone, and directly told them the results of the battle, but the course of that battle was not mentioned. The number one master in the world was actually folded in the hands of two young men who did not enter, if the martial arts cultivation world in the world knew, what a shocking event. There is only a result, but it has not passed, only leaving them with infinite imagination, and such an unbelievable ending, but it makes them heartbroken and incomprehensible.

"Go, we will wait for them in the mountains, and you will avenge your apprentices, and you will not be in a hurry at this time. But you remember, Ling Tianyun is the third prince. Xiao Yujing seemed to see something from the bottom of the mountain, he turned around and walked under the peak, but said lightly.

Yelu Wuji suddenly froze, and although the color on his face did not decrease, there was a trace of hesitation in his tightly locked eyebrows. He shook his head helplessly, and his body was close behind the old man. The two of them came from the cloud and returned to the cloud, only the white mist that rose and fell shook a few times and then returned to its original state.

"What you said is true, with those two stinky boys, you can actually defeat Wanyan Invincible?" Yuwen Bufan listened to Ning Bufan's narration, and his eyes were full of disbelief. He didn't believe it and asked rhetorically, the biggest advantage of the martial arts realm is that it can be divided into high and low strength according to the realm. How the Innate Realm can defeat the martial cultivation of the Sky Breaking Realm has been unheard of since ancient times, and there is a difference between the Near-Heaven and Solstice Heaven realms in the middle, which is almost impossible.

"Yes, this is a fact, no matter whether the two of them used external force or what kind of peerless divine weapon they were. But that's the truth, a fact that can't be changed. Don't forget, what kind of person is Ye Yinfeng, but he is the biggest assassination target in the Assassination Alliance. Although these things have nothing to do with us, he is not living a good life. The husband and the scholar died in his hands, don't underestimate your opponent. ”

"Don't compare other killers with us, husbands and scholars, who are not even ants in our eyes. The Assassin Heaven Alliance uses the martial arts realm to rank killers, and I have never paid attention to those two. No matter what, their martial cultivation realm is only an innate realm, and the strongest will not go to heaven. While I'm curious about how they managed to defeat Wan Yan Invincible, I'm a little more curious about the two themselves. ”

Yuwen Bufan's eyes suddenly shot out a thick glow, that kind of light was eager, and there was a faint bloodthirsty meaning. Only Ning Bugui knew that once his eyes were revealed, it meant that the other party was eager to hunt.

The faint wind comes leisurely, and the sky after the spring rain begins to have a hint of washing, and the nameless hills and unknown flowers are blooming. And on this small hillside, a chic thatched hut dots this secluded hill with a bit of popularity. Outside the courtyard of this thatched hut, a few red spots on a withered peach tree are sparsely pulled, which are peach blossoms that are budding and waiting to be released.

A woman dressed in white like snow, like a fairy, stood beside the peach tree, where although the peach was not dying, there was another scorching scenery. This woman is Dugu Aoxue, her eyes are worried, although her cheeks are as red as spring, but her frowning brows are uncomfortable for a long time.

The tightly wrapped peach blossom has not yet waited for it to bloom, just like the lonely snow, and the thousands of knots in my heart have not yet dissipated. The jade-like man beside him had already left, along with the handsome white crane. I don't know if it's melancholy, or incomprehensible, or unrelenting, the raised bug head has already left two light scratches, I don't know whether it's joy or resentment, or anger.