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There was no word all night, and for a long time, Ye Yinfeng walked in the snow-covered courtyard, picking up a handful of crystal clear snowflakes at random, and carefully feeling the cold chill coming from the snowflakes, as well as the faint mist it emitted. www.biquge.info At this moment, there is a white sky between heaven and earth, and the vast snow covering the sky and the earth, a holy and pure white scene arises spontaneously.

Wearing a blue shirt, the bladeless blade behind him had already been removed, as if he had unloaded a heavy burden. A rare sense of relaxation and tranquility. After the heavy snowfall, the sky was still gray, but the sky was no longer fluttering like snowflakes. When it flies, it rolls up a pile of snow and turns into a dancing elf in the sky, and the layers of white mist immediately fill.

The heart was quiet, Ye Yinfeng stood still, his body was as majestic as a mountain, and his mouth was full of the breath of Lingyi out of the dust. The heart is like a mirror, and the empty mind is not stained with a trace of dust. Immediately, a stream of white mist was formed, a sharp sword blade condensed, and a white mist fairy dancing lightly. The beginning of the exchange of too pure halal gas is exquisite, the accumulation of repeatedness, there is no earth-shattering earth-shattering moment, and there is no anti-heaven miracle like a demon crying ghost and god overnight, it can only start again and again overnight, step by step as a rock-like old tree takes root.

The breath of breath rolled up a heavy cold wind chill, rising and falling around him, endlessly. Faintly, Ye Yinfeng only felt that his six senses had become more deaf and clear. This kind of cultivation of calm and pleasant mind, this kind of cultivation under unloading and unloading, made his state of mind immediately reach a new realm, which has nothing to do with the cultivation of internal force, it is a kind of Taoist source method that is naturally natural.

Surprisingly, the four little ones also got up early, and their cheerful laughter in the wind and snow became another scenery in this cloth alley. Another tall and thin man stood aside, looking curiously at the blue-shirted young man beside him, breathing out a sigh of relief. Vaguely, he felt a natural Dao rhyme lingering around the young man's body, and the amount of green, blue, and light aura surrounded the young man's body. A pair of slender Danfeng eyes couldn't help narrowing, he was still like that, looking absent-minded, but his hand hidden in his sleeves couldn't help but move.

The stupid big rammer rushed out like a mountain, and the rammer who shouted "chicken legs" in his mouth last night ate the braised pig's trotters no less than anyone else, that is, the sleepy old man had a fight with him. The tamper man seemed to be still unsatisfied after eating a pot of pig's trotters, and he was stared at by Ye Yinfeng's eyes, and he didn't dare to make any moves anymore. However, the four little ones seemed to have forgotten the other party's hideous face, and poured all the pig's trotters that he had eaten straight into his basin. The guy ate with a round belly and a bloated belly.

At this time, the rammer also rushed out like a child's gust of wind, and he was greeted by a ball of snowflakes smashed on his face, and he was not annoyed or angry, and his mouth kept screaming. Subconsciously, he brushed the snowflakes on his face, and he wanted to stand behind Ye Yinfeng again, but he saw a trace of peace of mind in the warm eyes of the other party that he had never felt before. A few more snowflakes fell on him, and with a twist of his body, the rammed goods joined the four small teams.

The sleepy old man was like a sleeping god, and the lively play outside did not wake him up, and no one knew when he had entered the mud house last night. Ye Yinfeng, who finally got up and went back to the house, deliberately paid attention to it, and the old man was sleeping with a thick breath, which made the snowflakes fall on him, not melting or condensing, forming a cluster of strange snowflakes. Finally, he was completely covered.

Looking at all this, the tall and thin Mr. Thirteen seemed to feel something, and a pair of slender Danfeng eyes flashed with wisps of essence, and he didn't know what he was thinking. It's just that there is a trace of uncertainty in his cold eyes, his gaze is like a knife, sharp and sharp, but at this moment it is a different style.

After Ye Yinfeng exhaled and breathed, he saw the frolic between the four small and the big, and a faint sadness suddenly surged into his heart, once upon a time, he and his family were the same. But unfortunately, the family has been destroyed, and the life and death of the little sister Ruyan are unknown, although he has always had a premonition in his heart, that is, his family, parents, and uncle Ye Ran were not killed in that disaster. But he still couldn't find a reason to convince himself, after all, he left in a hurry after that catastrophe, and he didn't have time to check any clues, maybe he had a thought and hope in his heart, which was also good.

The tearing cold wind rolled up piles of snow, and the dark white sky was wrapped in a touch of slaughter, and a thousand piles of snow could not purify this slaughter, and layers of lead clouds rolled up, hissing and screaming.

One day has been lost like a white horse passing through a gap, and the coming of the dark night has stirred up thousands of thick ink colors, and the snow on the ground is white, but the sky is like ink and paint. The white snow reflected the inky sky, and the sky of the earth was covered with a strong picture.

A quaint carriage quietly appeared at the mouth of the alley of the cloth lane, and a sturdy man jumped off the carriage, strolling in the dark night with a strong suit and a fierce atmosphere.

Ye Yinfeng walked out of the courtyard gate that had been repaired by the old man, and behind him stood a tall and thin man, his hands hidden in those sleeves like a cold sculpture. Then there was the stupid big man with a long snot in his nose, and his eyes showed an incomprehensible light, but he could only quietly watch the straight back like a pine go out from the courtyard door, although his mouth made a ho-ho sound, but with a little choked up.

The carriage slowly walked from the mouth of Buyi Alley, quietly submerged into the dark night, the people standing and looking were silent, and the quiet atmosphere was a little dull.

Ye Yinfeng touched the jade belt on his waist, which was no different from an ordinary belt in appearance, but Ye Yinfeng felt a faint warmth and an indescribable sadness in his heart. The beauty is no longer around, but the pleasant fragrance that excites the heart is still echoing at the tip of his nose. A smile, a green shadow, a pull and a tease of three thousand threads, is not the expectation of the hand muscles of the hand.

The heart is calm, the sword heart is bright, Ye Yinfeng sits in the carriage and looks at his nose, his nose is on his heart, and he slowly exhales and breathes. He didn't bring the bladeless iron sword, and the carriage was moving very slowly, without any bumps, and it was very steady, just like his state of mind at this time, it was difficult to make the slightest wave.

I don't know how long I traveled, Ye Yinfeng's heart moved, and he woke up from his meditation, he knew that he had arrived at his destination.

The carriage slowly stopped, and the sturdy man jumped out of the carriage and opened the door, "Ye Gongzi, please."

Ye Yinfeng stepped down from the carriage at this time, and he realized that he was already in a place that made him marvel.

I saw that the colorful lights were hanging high all around, and the snow on the ground reflected each other, forming a dazzling scenery. The lights are bright everywhere, and on Thursday, the jade-like water pavilion of Qionglou surrounds the transparent and verdant lake. The dancing white mist swayed and transformed, and the crystal clear ice edges hung upside down from the eaves under the pavilion, shining correspondingly with the surrounding lanterns, and creating a charming halo of light.

At this time, the figures around him swayed, like the fairy clothes in the fairyland, which made Ye Yinfeng feel relaxed and happy. This place is the bright moon lake, reflected like a bright moon, looking at it from a distance, you can clearly see a bright moon embedded in the vast earth.

Silently, the sturdy man got into the carriage again, and the horse's hooves were lightly raised, and the sound of the horse was echoing, raising the mist that had melted into the snow, and the horse's tail shook off the cold wind that was freezing to the bone.

There was silence everywhere, and Ye Yinfeng looked at the brilliant pavilion, like a radiant sword piercing the endless and vast black dome. The pavilion has four floors, each floor is two feet high, and there is a delicate lamp hanging in each place of the hooked cornice. From the eight exquisite lamps revealed the soft light, neither dazzling nor dim, it can be seen that such a subtle but such an extraordinary style, the owner of this attic must be an elegant and unique person. The pavilion of more than ten zhang is like a sword, and the overlapping light is reflected like day, and this trip is not in vain.

Ye Yinfeng walked alone on the stairs where the snow had already been cleaned, his toes lightly touched the white marble stone steps, and there was not even a drop of water stains on his boots. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, not to mention this pavilion more than ten feet high, even if the front of the building is cleaned without even water stains, then what an extraordinary person the master of tonight will be. With such subtlety and a lot of financial resources, even ordinary gangs can't be so meticulous.

Although there is no luxurious pomp, but with an elegant and light holy atmosphere, the attic square door, the three words "Qingfeng Ju" are vigorous and powerful, such as the dragon walking in the sky, and the phoenix soars in the sky, from the three handwriting reveals a Ling Ran superb-like domineering, but in a blink of an eye, I saw a touch of plain and pleasant mood between the three words.

Ye Yinfeng didn't see the fat Taoist priest and the fat county king, he walked in from the gate with a calm demeanor, without guards and without seeing any guards. When he entered the gate, a quiet path was straight and quiet, and on both sides there were still the delicate lamps that shone like light, emitting a holy light.

After passing through the secluded path, there was an open space ahead, and people were swaying, or talking, and some people were alone. Still didn't see the two fat Taoist priests, Ye Yinfeng looked at the hall where there were about twenty or thirty people. There are all kinds of people in this hall, including royal nobles wearing gorgeous brocade robes, wealthy lords with arrogant faces, and talented people from the Han family with calm faces.

Sitting in three or two, the quaint tables and chairs, the breeze-like atmosphere,

People speak loudly but not loudly, giving people a strange sense of peace. Ye Yinfeng didn't think it felt very real, on the contrary, he felt that this atmosphere was a little strange, as for what the strangeness was, he couldn't say, but he trusted his instincts. On the surface, it was a warm spring-like atmosphere, but he faintly felt a kind of intriguing qi that he was a little uncomfortable with, like the mud in the deep water.

Walk casually, Ye Yinfeng didn't know one of them, if there was one person he had seen, it was the person who was summoned the day before yesterday, the son of the Wu family who was dressed in white and carried a sword on his waist. At first, he didn't know the origin of this person, but then he heard Nalai Gou'er talk about it, but he was very disgusted with the arrogance on the man's face and the mocking momentum of his nostrils.

Among them, there are some martial arts cultivators who have good cultivation, their aura is restrained, and they have a majestic qi in their bodies.

Ye Yinfeng walked to the side of a pillar and saw a word engraved on the pillar: Look at the sword from the cold window and dry lamp, and the sword has a little fame.