The young man shook his head: "I don't know her, she is my stepmother!"
So who's your last name? I heard that Leng Han has an only son.
The young man looked at the man in the snow coat and said calmly: "Leng Mofeng! You must be an old monster from the snow mountain!"
If you dare to call me the name of the old snow mountain monster, you are considered a person. For the sake of your father's face, I won't care about you. After saying that it was not about his words, he went upstairs.
Leng Mofeng rationalized some of the names his father told him. He had rarely heard of the Snow Mountain Sect mentioned by Leng Han. He didn't know why his father rarely mentioned these things. If he really knew his father, he wouldn't be like this. said.
Xuan Xinzi stepped forward to stop him in order to find out whether Leng Mofeng was born between Leng Han and a Han or a Jurchen. If he was really born to a Jurchen, then he must be inextricably linked to the Jurchen tribe. This disciple has never seen his master so worried. Today I saw that the master was very interested in a young man. He wanted to check it out but his senior brother stopped him: "Don't you know the master's temper and go to make him angry just to make him angry? Is it because you are itchy? You should know the master's methods."
Leng Mofeng was also very curious as to why the head of the Snow Mountain Sect valued his life experience so much. Could it be him? He wasn't a very nosy person, so he just had to go take a look because it had some involvement with him.
The seemingly peaceful inn is full of undercurrents. In the moonlit night, I don’t know if it’s rain or black shadows flowing in the dark light. The sound of rain outside can’t separate the footsteps. The bright blade and the drops of blood on the blade are mixed with the rain. It flows on the ground and the rain falls in force.
Figures leaped in from outside the wall, forming a rectangle. Everyone's movements were so consistent. It seemed that they were a group of well-trained killers and their attacks were not low. But just when several killers were about to strike, a group of people stood on the roof. The man in white clothes stands proudly on the roof. Several killers bowed respectfully, and the man in white waved his hand too slowly and disappeared into the night.
All this was seen by Leng Mofeng, who murmured in a low voice: "It turns out that Shui Fang did not expect that a new sect would also come to seize the treasure. It seems that the temptation of the treasure is enough to make these martial arts people crazy.
After a night of tossing, Jing Zhongyue was very tired and did not go to Bai Yingxue. She went to the inn room to rest alone. As soon as she lay down, she heard a knock on the door. He lazily supported his tired body and got up to open the door.
You!
Why did I practice martial arts all night last night without rest?
Jing Zhongyue saw that she was not tired and wanted to demonstrate in front of her. Bai Yingxue looked at his embroidered fists and embroidered legs and covered her mouth with a smile, "Okay, I came to you today and I wanted to ask you, Ba Jiuzhou, to come to the inn with you?"
Jing Zhongyue thought: "No! The uncle has always been elusive. No one knows his whereabouts, so I can't ask more questions. How about we go outside for a walk. Why did you meet the uncle? I see that you have already had a deep grudge with your words. Is it difficult? Could it be that you came to him just to resolve it?"
Bai Yingxue didn't answer and the two left the inn unhappy and dissatisfied.
Jing Zhongyue couldn't guess why Bai Yingxue was looking for him, and since she hadn't slept all night, she was a little confused. Bai Yingxue also had her own plan, and asked Jing Zhongyue to find out what the relationship between Naha Kyushu and him was. Why did she teach him martial arts when there was no blood or kinship relationship? But I had to use martial arts to trick him.
"Kunlun has always been based on cultivation, swordsmanship and internal strength. But how many of these legends are true! I wonder if you know this if you study Kunlun martial arts."
"Uncle never told me. He only knows that Kunlun is a cold place, and there has never been anything else."
It’s no wonder that some secret messages are impossible to tell you. I think you are just helping him pass on his mantle. He is hiding to avoid the pursuit of the court and the royal guards. Otherwise, why wouldn’t he dare to stay in an inn? Don’t you have these things? Doubtful?
Jing Zhongyue heard what she said made sense, "I also know that I see these suspicions, but after all, he taught me martial arts and told me some martial arts experience. Should I betray him?"
Bai Yingxue said: "Do you know why he is called Ming Ming to distinguish right from wrong? I think you also heard that he killed the Jiangnan Yanyu League for no reason during our conversation. Do those unarmed commoners deserve to die? What is a chivalrous person? A chivalrous person acts in accordance with heaven and is virtuous. Benevolence and courage, morality and justice, courtesy, wisdom and loyalty. This is what a chivalrous person is. I hope you understand what I am telling you today."
Jing Zhongyue repeatedly said that he should be virtuous, benevolent and courageous, uphold morality and justice, be polite, wise and loyal. I will consider it.
Seeing his hesitation, Bai Yingxue knew that he had heard a lot of what he just said.
There was a person hanging on the eaves. The door was pushed open. He was curled up on his side on the beam. The person who entered the room came straight to the table, picked up the bowl and drank. After taking a sip of tea, he hurriedly left the room. When he saw someone leaving, he jumped down without making any sound and followed him out of the room. The person in front of him had already realized that he was following him, but he just pretended that no one had taken him and led him to a dead end alley. The people following him were shocked, and several men in black shirts came out of the dead alley to block him.
When I returned here, I accidentally thought of Wen Jingshu and wondered how she was doing now. I have to thank Master Jin Liang for how he would have returned to his original place without him. Don't miss this time.
The inn was already full of diners, and discussions and conversations came one after another, and what they talked about was all related to the martial arts meeting that was going to be held in Songshan Mountain, but the people among them were all people who were talking about the treasure and were very interested in hearing it. Some frequent guests also know that the owners of the second and third floors of the inn are all practitioners. Some are optimistic about the major sects such as Emei Wudang, while others think of the peerless secret sect Netherworld Valley Water Side, and some diners think Taohuage Shandong Snow Mountain Xiling Snow Mountain Jade Dragon Snow Mountain Nowadays, all the Tantric sects seem to be very powerful.
The man in white shirt sitting next to him drank his drink and completely ignored their conversation. He looked at these people gossiping and waved to the waiter to ask him to refill the drink. The waiter had refilled the drink and was about to leave. The man in white shirt stopped and asked, "Are they discussing the martial arts sect?" The clerk said, "It seems that you are from out of town, sir. You don't know about Luoyang. The most famous thing in Luoyang nowadays is the upcoming martial arts conference. The person who comes out on top in the martial arts competition will be a supreme treasure, so Luoyang and I will also benefit from it." The man in white shirt nodded. Guys stand down.
Can I sit here? Her soft voice speaks softly, her eyes are like water, and she seems to be able to see through everything. She is beautiful and majestic, with an alluring appearance. Her charm is elegant and pleasant, as gentle as jade, as clear as water, elegant and incomparable. Ice peaks come out of the dust, just like Fairy-like temperament, her beauty is so otherworldly. Dressed in white clothes, with dark butterfly patterns embroidered on it, her black hair is lightly raised with butterfly tassels, her eyebrows are lightly swept, there is no powder on her face, but it cannot hide her stunning face, her beautiful eyes are looking forward to the splendor overflowing, and her red lips Jian Yang smiled lightly.
The man in the white shirt stared blankly at the glass and didn't even notice that the wine was spilled on his sleeve. The woman pointed her jade finger at his glass with a blank face, and the man in the white shirt noticed the gaffe and hurriedly apologized and handed it over.
The man in the white shirt said: "My surname is Fu, and my name is Shuiliu. I don't know the girl's name? There is a saying that the green mountains will not change the flowing water, and it is fate that we are destined to sit together."
I didn’t expect you to be so bookish and bookish, that’s fine! My surname is Wen and my given name is Rou.
Fu Shuiliu opened and closed the folding fan to fan the cool breeze. Wen Wen couldn't help but find it funny: "This is also the day of late autumn and early winter. Is it so hot? Fu Sheng is still fanning. Could it be that I make you feel nervous and hot?"
Fu Shuiliu dropped the folding fan in panic, and his white face turned red. In panic, he wanted to take out a square towel to wipe his sweat, but he swept his long sleeves and knocked the vegetable soup down on his sleeves. The white silk sleeves were covered with streaks. The stains made his face look like red rouge. Standing up in a hurry, his hands became more tense, Wen Wen noticed that he was wearing a white silk cross-collar shirt with a terry shirt on top. The luxury and elegance made him look more literary and scholarly.
She gently greeted him to sit down, took out the silk handkerchief from her arms and handed it over: "Young people in the world, rub it with ease." Fu Shuiliu lowered his head and did not dare to look at her charming eyes. He took the silk handkerchief and turned away, so tenderly. It was as if we had known him for a long time, just like a sister taking care of her younger brother.
At dusk, Wen Wen asked the waiter to lead her to the guest room. A burst of fragrance hit her nostrils. Even the cold Leng Mo Feng whispered softly: "It smells so good. Could it be the body fragrance emanating from that woman?" The white shirt flashed. Overcooled Mo Feng's eyes also moved with his seemingly elegant clothes and appearance, but he thought of the majesty and arrogance that stood proudly on the roof that day. It was difficult to compare that kind of majesty with the elegance and gentleness.
This fleeting moment was just a fleeting thought, but I didn't think much about the climb up the mountain.
