The south maple leaves and the north are clear, which is a sect pattern that has gradually formed in the martial arts in recent years.

It is not because of the size of the number of people, but because the martial arts of Ye Chong, the head of the Maple Leaf Sword Sect, and Zhang Qingyun, the head of the Qingwei Sword Sect, far surpass their peers.

As for the heroes Guo Jing and his wife, the former is busy with military affairs and has no time for martial arts, the latter wanders freely and has no gangs, and Sun Ziming, the god of thunder, is a dragon who sees the head and does not see the tail, and he has never had any power.

The South Maple Leaf and the North Qingwei are all unattainable for a small sect like the Canglan Sect, even if there are not many people in the two factions.

When it comes to power, compared to the Canglan faction, it is just a small stone under the mountain, and Zhang Qingyun alone is enough to sweep away the faction.

As the head of the Canglan faction, although Ouyang Yousi's martial arts are not outstanding, he is shrewd, and his heart is as fine as hair, and the cloud-shaped logo of the Qingwei Sword Sect can be known at a glance.

"Isn't it Zhang's master?" Ouyang Yousi bowed his hand to the three people and three horses not far in front of him, asked respectfully, and then smiled: "Ouyang Youyou is polite in the Xia Canglan faction!"

The three people who were shrouded in a milky white halo stopped and stopped, and a clear and cold voice sounded faintly: "It turned out to be the head of Ouyang!"

Zhang Qingyun, dressed in a moon-white robe, like a fairy in the Guanghan Palace, was ethereal and cold, his voice was like his person, and his voice was as cold as an ice spring, which was heartwarming.

"Huh...... , It is under the next that I can see the fairy face of the head of Zhang today, how fortunate it is!" Ouyang Yousi smiled, got up and stroked his hair, coupled with his handsome face, he was extraordinary, and he had the dignity of the head of the family.

For this head of the Qingwei Sword Sect, he is like thunder, looks like a fairy, fierce like a rakshasa, seems to be weak and slender, but is an extremely dangerous character.

The heavens and the earth suddenly darkened, the milky white halo suddenly dissipated, and Qin Siying, the second disciple of Zhang Qingyun, pouted with a ruddy cherry mouth, reluctantly picked up the vegetarian sachet on his waist, and pocketed the night pearl that exuded milky white light.

Under the night, without the pearl glow of the night pearl, the faces of Zhang Qingyun's master and apprentice suddenly became obscure, but the moon-white robe showed a faint glow, as if the light of the night pearl was attached to it and had not yet dissipated.

The sound of the horses' hooves sounded unhurriedly again, and with graceful calm, they stepped on the withered yellow pine needles and green grass, and although the roots of the trees were sometimes knotted in the woods, blocking the way, they walked slowly to the campfire.

Under the blazing firelight, although Zhang Qingyun's master and apprentice became a little more coquettish, the temperament of Bingqing Yujie became more and more obvious, which made the three people opposite couldn't help but lose their minds.

Seeing their distracted appearance, Zhang Qingyun stopped, frowned slightly, her bright eyes flashed slightly, and her cold face sank slightly.

Between frowning slightly, the compelling majesty rushed to his face, like a cold wind, which made Ouyang Yousi feel a pang in his heart, and he was busy collecting his mind, and he gave his hand again, and said with a smile that was neither humble nor arrogant: "If Master Zhang doesn't dislike it, let's rest here." ”

Behind him, like a horse draped in black satin, stood quietly, motionless, silently, Zhang Qingyun's medium-sized, thin and well-proportioned ruddy cherry lips moved lightly: "Thank you Ouyang for your kindness, the night is dark, it is inconvenient to disturb!"

"Haha...... , Master Zhang is too polite!" Ouyang Yousi laughed, his mind was sharp and exquisite, he understood Zhang Qingyun's refusal, and sighed secretly, it is said that the head of the Qingwei Sword Sect is cold and arrogant, and it really deserves its reputation!

He didn't have the courage to force Zhang Qingyun, turned sideways, and said with a smile: "Since this is the case, I don't dare to force it to stay, if it can work effectively, but please command!"

"I've seen Master Ouyang!" Duan Ziyan, who stood quietly beside her master with a gentle smile on her face, hugged her fists and bowed her hands, her posture was calm, calm and elegant, which was very different from the arrogance of her master, and she looked kind and gentle, making people feel like a spring breeze.

Qin Siying also smiled and saluted, without the slightest arrogance of superiority.

Zhang Qingyun's expression is cold, like a fairy in the Moon Palace, she does not eat the fireworks of the world, and she is not stained with worldly feelings, but she is just a person with a surname, she is not a proud person, and her disciples do not have the superiority and arrogance of the disciples of the big faction.

Although Qin Siying smiled and hugged her fists and saluted, Ouyang Yousi was busy returning the salute, she was very unhappy with Ouyang Yuming's straight gaze, her willow eyebrows were raised, her apricot eyes were wide, and she glared at him fiercely.

She stared at people so fiercely, but in Ouyang Yuming's eyes, she was even more delicate and moving, and she couldn't help but stare at her.

Seeing Zhang Qingyun's master and apprentice calmly disappear into the forest with the shiny and shiny horses, Ouyang Yousi's family of three slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air and relaxed.

Zhang Qingyun's bearing was terrifying, although he was just passing by, it made the three people who had never seen such a master inexplicably nervous, and the faint majesty made their heartbeats a little harder.

"Whew-!" Ouyang Yousi exhaled deeply, and said with some heartfelt emotion: "Qingwei Sword Sect, it really deserves its reputation-!"

"Boss, I really didn't expect that the famous Zhang Qingyun was such a delicate woman, so young, and she was already a generation of grandmasters,...... Even the two disciples beside her are also unfathomable!"

Ouyang Yuzhu also said with some emotion, quietly looking at the horse that was gradually completely covered by the pine trees, sighing softly, and in his bright eyes, complex thoughts flashed, reflecting the unrest in his heart.

At this time, she was a little depressed in her heart, thinking that relying on her own and her father's management, coupled with her brother's talent, she was already extremely clever in her education, and she would definitely be able to make the Canglan faction famous all over the world and fulfill the wishes of several generations.

But after seeing Zhang Qingyun's master and apprentice, she realized that she was still too naïve, and the south maple leaves and the north were clear, not in vain, and wanted to surpass them, but now it seems that it is out of reach!

"Senior brother, how are they?" Under the blazing firelight, Ouyang Yousi's face was fascinated, he turned his head, and asked softly to Qi Zuping, who came to his side quietly.

"Let's go together, I'm afraid we won't be able to parry the weakest martial arts among the three. Qi Zuping's face was cloudy, his tone was dry and stiff, and he looked at Zhang Qingyun and the direction they were far away.

Ouyang Yousi heard such deflating words, but he didn't show a deflated and depressed expression, he stroked his palm and smiled: "Hehe...... Looks like we've come to the right place this time!"

Although his martial arts skills are not as good as those of his junior brother Qi Zuping, they are not much worse, and he can also feel the unfathomable profundity of the three of them.

He suddenly raised his hand, and with a "snap", he slapped Ouyang Yuming on the back, waking him up in a daze who was looking at the direction where Zhang Qingyun's master and apprentice disappeared, and snorted: "Stinky boy, let's return the soul...... It's really unproductive!"

Ouyang Yuming was busy with a straight face, and finally glanced at the direction where Zhang Qingyun and the others left, turned his head, and looked at his father seriously, with a well-behaved appearance.

"Master, what do you mean by this? How are we doing the right thing?" Ouyang Yuzhu pursed her lips and smiled, glanced at her brother, and blushed for his gaffe, but still opened her mouth to help him out of the siege.

"If you don't come out to see it, you can only be a frog at the bottom of the well, a big martial arts, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, countless masters, Yuming, your little martial arts, it's still far away!"

Ouyang Yousi sighed with some emotion, glared at Ouyang Yuming fiercely, and sneered: "Alas, let you worship under the Shaolin Gate, but you refuse, hum...... Do you still think that you are extremely talented and strong in martial arts, and you are too wronged to become a disciple of the Shaolin layman, right?!"

Ouyang Yuming hurriedly lowered his head, pretending to realize his mistake and be ashamed of himself, this was already a subconscious action and a habit.

At this time, he was indeed a little ashamed in his heart, when his father said this, he pulled out his mind from Qin Siying's compelling appearance, and thought of Zhang Qingyun's clear gaze, her gaze swept lightly, and he suddenly felt like his body and mind were seen through, and the idea that he could not resist suddenly rose, and he was really a little arrogant.

"This time the Sunflower Treasure Book was born, Lin'an City must have gathered a lot of martial arts masters, and if you want to have a lot of knowledge, it is a good time to meet in a hundred years...... Remember, when you arrive in Lin'an City, don't talk, don't move, just keep your eyes open and watch carefully, otherwise, you will be careless...... , with our martial arts, we can't stand the toss!"

Ouyang Yousi's tone was a little calmer, and when he saw that his son realized his mistake, he couldn't be too harsh, and instead gave him a strict advice.

Several people nodded, Ouyang Yuzhu helped his father, and motioned to sit and talk, Ouyang Yousi had no interest in exploring footprints, and sat by the bonfire according to his daughter's wishes.

Ouyang Yuming turned around, walked to the horse that was comfortably gnawing on the tender grass, and took off the bag tied to the saddle, which contained some dry food and water.

"Master, Zhang, Zhang, and her two disciples are so beautiful-!" Ouyang Yuzhu took the dry food handed over by her brother and said to her father, with a smile on her beautiful face, she glanced at Ouyang Yuming, and pursed her lips and smiled: "...... The women of our Jiankang Mansion really don't have any comparison!"

Even though Ouyang Yuming's face was scolded by his father quite thickly, he couldn't stand his sister's smiling gaze, turned to the side slightly, and avoided his face, as if he hadn't heard it, but his heart inevitably rippled, and Qin Siying's delicate face flashed in front of her eyes again, the more she looked at it, the more she loved it, and she couldn't extricate herself.

A few people were quietly eating dry food, crackling and popping, the sound of pine branches burning kept ringing, the firelight jumped on their faces, and the winter night was very quiet.

"Hee-hee...... , Master Ouyang, we have found the house, my master invites you to go over and rest!" In the crisp laughter like a silver bell, Qin Siying's slender figure suddenly appeared not far from them, coming silently, and they didn't notice it at all.

Ouyang Yu turned around suddenly, extremely fast, looking at Qin Siying, who was smiling, and tried his best to restrain his gaze, so as not to startle away the beauty.

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