Zhengyang 476, spring of the eleventh year of Xuyang
On the top of Tianyun Peak, there is a vast expanse of white snow no matter what time of the year. There is a man-made platform on the top of the peak. There is a small pavilion in the center of the platform. There is a stone table and four stone benches in the pavilion.
A young man wearing a white robe, with a long sword standing at his side, was sitting in the pavilion. His long hair was scattered, he had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, thin lips, and the space between his eyebrows was like autumn wind and winter frost. He looked cold and aloof. In the cold wind, he raised his hand and took a sip of tea from the white marble carved teacup in his hand. On the stone table was a small coal stove, and the red sandalwood pot on it was steaming. The young man's whole body seemed to be integrated with the endless snow field behind him.
You must know that the top of Tianyun Peak is the place where the two major factions of good and evil have a decisive battle. It is rumored by the outside world that the battlefield is full of blood and the evil aura is extremely heavy. People with average cultivation level cannot concentrate here at all, and they will go crazy if the time is a little longer.
But this young man in white was here drinking tea leisurely and sitting upright for nearly two hours!
Suddenly, Xuesheng, who was drinking tea, suddenly put down the teacup in his hand. Looking up and looking ahead, I saw a white storm rising in the distance. The fine white snow was rolled up all over the sky, and a trace of red dust was hidden in it and rolling in.
Xuesheng's eyebrows were slightly furrowed and her thin lips were slightly opened, but her voice shocked the heavens: "Liu Xin, you are late again! Every time I have asked you for an appointment in the past ten years, you have been late. Shouldn't the word "credibility" be the right thing for you to abide by? "
In the wind and snow, there was another young man wearing a red outfit, with long hair tied in a band, with stars twinkling between his brows and eyes, a tall figure with skin as white as snow, and the appearance of a peerless handsome boy. His wrist shook slightly, but he was holding a folding fan on the top of the snow-capped mountains. He waved the folding fan a little frivolously and walked slowly into the pavilion.
"Yo yo yo, as the young master of the evil sect, do you think it's appropriate to look so upright and awe-inspiring in white clothes? Young Master Xuesheng!"
"As the senior brother of the Holy Sect, do you think it's appropriate to have an expression on your face every day that is only worn by evil people, coupled with the artificial movements? Be careful if you go out with this look, you will be regarded as someone in my demonic way and give you a sword. Behead it!"
"This is the most fashionable dress for a romantic and talented person right now. Besides, with my level of cultivation, who can kill me?"
"Arrogant and arrogant! He dresses like a colorful chicken and dares to say that he is a romantic and talented person."
"Hey, I haven't sparred for a year. Why don't you give it a try? This time I'll give you an arm!"
"Haha, you are indeed arrogant. It's not impossible to compete, but this time if anyone loses, the other party will have to wash the winner's underwear for a year!"
"I'll poke it! The bet is too big, forget it, I won't play anymore." Liu Xin picked up the tea cup that Xuesheng put down and took a sip.
Before Liu Xin put down the tea cup in his hand, he saw Xue Sheng's sword flying across the air, and the tea cup in Liu Xin's hand was immediately split into two.
Liu Xin smiled. He knew that Xuesheng was a bit of a germaphobe. He used Xuesheng's cup, which would definitely not survive for a while.
Xuesheng returned her long sword to its sheath, her expression unchanged, and she said slowly: "Junior sister, I will be back next month."
Surprise flashed in Liu Xin's eyes for a moment, and then quickly disappeared: "That's my sister! Why didn't I know this news!"
Xue Sheng said matter-of-factly: "Because she is my junior sister!"
Liu Xin sighed and tapped the bone of his folding fan on the top of his head: "Hey, why did this little girl kiss you? It's really strange. Her brother is so charming and suave, but I still like you, a boring gourd. So many things I wrote to me three times in the year, and I probably wrote to you no less than three baskets. Forget it, I won’t say it anymore, it hurts my heart to think about it. She is finally coming back, what did your old man think at the beginning? , he actually sent my sister to the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons, and she even talked about training, and it ended up being that she stayed there for ten years! I almost forgot what she looked like!"
Xuesheng glanced at Liu Xin indifferently: "You need to have a look at your brain. Your memory is so bad when you are only in your twenties. I remember the appearance of my junior sister very clearly."
An evil smile appeared at the corner of Liu Xin's mouth: "Blow it, you are the master of the evil sect. I don't know how many pink beauties take the initiative to stick to you. There are so many beautiful girls crowded in your mind. You may remember my sister's A big face? Oh, by the way, my sister will come back as soon as she wants to come back. Is it worth it for you to specially invite me to come up?"
Xuesheng was unmoved, as if she didn't hear Liu Xin's slander: "I'm going to hold a reception banquet for my junior sister. Do you think this is a trivial matter?"
Liu Xin claps the folding fan in the palm of his hand with a chirp: "Oh, you are creative. You demons are all rich masters. Unlike me and Qingfeng, why don't you handle the entire reception banquet?"
Xuesheng glanced at Liu Xin contemptuously: "I didn't expect you either."
Liu Xin held the chair with one arm, crossed his legs, and swayed on his toes: "Hey, you know me!"
Xue Sheng sat up straight: "I called you here mainly to discuss the gift for my junior sister. She loved to receive gifts when she was a child. She won't receive them for ten years. She must be well prepared this time!"
"You are so rich, what can't you give as a gift? I can only give you some suggestions. As my sister, A Li, I know her preferences very well. She likes gold the most, and she also likes violence! So what can you prepare? Golden chariots, golden armors, golden guns, etc..."
"I have already thought about what to give. I just want to ask you what to give."
"I'll poke it! You've already thought about why you asked me to come up. Just let me know and I'll prepare the gift right away. My sister has always liked playing with me and playing with the rest..."
Stupid!
Xuesheng held the sword in one hand and held it horizontally in front of the boy in red.
"Be serious! Put your temper away. If Junior Sister is unhappy when she comes back, I will make you unhappy!"
The young man in red stretched out two fingers and flicked Xuesheng's long sword, making a "thumping" sound.
"Humph, if you do this to me again, you won't be my brother-in-law!"
“…”
"Hey, you are so arrogant, you must be scared. I am just joking, don't take it seriously. Let me think about it... Hey! Four hundred miles to the east, there is a Golden Buddha Temple, and the old monks in it are all rich. I heard that one hundred and eight golden Buddha statues were cast. A Li has been collecting since she was a child, so I went to get her this set of golden Buddhas. What do you think?"
"Master Daokong, the host of the Golden Buddha Temple, is half your master's mentor. If you do this, you will most likely be expelled from the master's sect!"
The boy in red suddenly frowned. He looked straight at Xuesheng and said:
"I can't think of it. My sister has been extremely picky since she was a child! The various gifts during the holidays in the past ten years have exhausted my imagination. Now what kind of gift do you want to give me? Really I’m so worried! Why don’t you tell me what you’re giving me, so I can learn from it.”
"My gift is Guyu."
Xuesheng looked at the sword in his hand and said slowly.
"What! What! Are you giving me your broken sword? As a twenty-two-year-old ancient sword, it is really sad. It has been in your hands for more than twenty years, and now it is abandoned and it is about to fall. You have fallen into the clutches of a generation of female devils, Brother Guyu, I feel so sad for you."
"Junior sister said that she wants it very much!"
"Oh oh oh! I was deeply inspired by you and decided to give my most precious treasure, the Kongming Feather Fan, to my dearest sister!"
Xuesheng frowned slightly and looked at the folding fan in the hand of the boy in red.
"This is a paper fan! Besides, this broken fan only costs three yuan a piece in Fair Town down the mountain."
"Gu Yu and this folding fan are my brothers' personal belongings. Their value does not matter at all. What matters is the intention!"
"...I think it was my mistake to call you here today. Goodbye!"
"Hey! I'm going, what do you mean!"
The young man in red watched Xue Sheng leap into the wind and snow, and disappeared after a moment.
"You idiot, your broken sword is not as good as this set of original teacups you left behind! It will definitely capture the heart of my silly sister, poor beautiful lady who is interested but stupid! Hahahahahahahaha..."
The young man in red laughed and took back the hand behind his back. He was holding a small teacup in his palm. His eyes fell on the teacup on the square stone table and the steaming teapot. Showing satisfaction. Then his eyes glanced at the tea cup split in two in the snow.
"I'm the number one quickie in the Holy Sect, hehehehe, hehehehaha, hahahahaha!"
Arrogant laughter resounded throughout Tianyun Peak, triggering a small avalanche...
Just as the snow wave was rolling down the mountain, Liu Xin was not worried at all about whether the avalanche would have any impact on the sect at the foot of the mountain. Instead, he stopped laughing unknowingly and looked at the vast white mist in front of him. , that weird little girl appeared in his mind, the little girl who warmed his heart with her hands just before his heart was about to freeze.
"Damn..."
While immersed in his thoughts, a white figure appeared. Liu Xin couldn't help but cursed in a low voice, his tone full of displeasure.
[Today is short, so there are three chapters
The second volume has begun. It’s not easy to live in the imperial capital. Let’s see how Liu Xin thrives in the imperial capital!
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