The appearance of the person is beautiful, the black and white eyes are round and the wind is shining on his face.

Xue Meng.

Chu Xiaoning couldn't speak for a while. He didn't know how much Xue Meng saw, how much he heard, and after a few silences, it was the first to break the silence.

"I have something, I am talking to Master."

Xue Meng slightly narrowed his eyes, and he just came over and vaguely heard the low gasping sound in the woods. He thought that it was a pair of disciples who did not know how to be insulted and ruthless.

This kind of thing is reasonable to say that Xue Meng is not qualified to manage. The top ten sects except the Wushou Temple and the Shangqing Pavilion, no one is forbidden to talk about love and double repair. Although there is a so-called "obscenity / quit" in the life and death, it also means "not allowed to visit the kiln" and "the relationship is not allowed to be awkward."

But who is Xue Meng?

He is a disciple of Chu Xiaoning, the chief disciple.

For so many years, Xue Meng has always regarded the things that Chu Yuning said and done as his own benchmarking principle. Since Chu Xiaoning does not like to see other people privately accepting and receiving, pulling and pulling, then Xue Meng does not care about Sanqi 20. Also followed by contempt for the pair of Taoist hands, tired of the pair of love and double repair.

Houshan is a place where ghosts and enchantments are easily damaged. In such a place, Qingqing, me, what is the system? Xue Meng was not happy at the moment, carrying lanterns to find fault.

He never imagined that under the flashing lights, the two people would be illuminated.

Xue Meng was stunned and stunned. So he didn’t even say hello to Chu’s greetings, but he blurted out – how are you here.

This place is not broken and does not need to be repaired.

There are no vanilla flowers, no scenery at all.

Being in a remote location, you can’t stroll around here.

If you usually ask Xue Meng: "There are two people, the black light is bonfire, the silence is everywhere, the swaying Yangguan Road is not gone, and the bird garden is not sitting in the back garden of the flowery mountain. You must go to a secluded place to be secluded. The place to talk, the Lord, what do you think?"

Xue Meng will sneer and say, "What can you say in that place? Love?"

If you ask him again: "These two are men, have known each other for a long time, are unmarried, and their status is quite similar. What do the Lord think they are?"

Xue Meng will definitely turn his eyes and say: "What is the relationship? Longyang's shackles, broken sleeves, disgusting."

At this point, he said to him again: "Haha, the Lord is not saying what is wrong. In fact, these two people are a pair of apprentices.

Xuemeng Bacheng will not listen to the words, and he will scream and scream, saying: "Awful! What kind of body is it?! Which is a pair of animals that are ruthless? I immediately expelled them from the gates and drove them out of death!" ”

But this time just tell him that this pair of mentoring, one called ink rain, and one called Chu nightning, then Xue Meng must, must, will hold it, flashing all kinds of colorful colors on the surface Finally, I sat down on my forehead and said, "What, what I said before is not counted, you, you, you, you have to ask the same paragraph again, start from scratch. I think there must be a second possibility. ”

- That's it.

Xue Meng is absolutely not, and it is really impossible to bring Chu Yuening and any chaotic, unruly and careless things together, so he immediately felt that he had just got it wrong.

But he still felt a mess in his head and muttered to himself: "Is there anything to say here?"

Chu night Ning is trying to explain, but the ink burns under the cover of wide sleeves, gently pinching his hand and motioning him not to speak.

If this person is lying, the three-year-old child can't lie, but it is better to come by himself.

Then the ink burned: "I found a sweet-scented osmanthus cake here before the evening."

Chu nightning: "..."

Xue Mengdi: "What?"

“A sweet-scented sweet-scented osmanthus rice cake.” The ink burned a serious saying, “It’s only about ten inches high, with a lotus leaf on the head and a tail, and a blue light on the tail.”

"What kind of monster is this? I have never seen it in the illustrations."

The ink burned and laughed: "I have never seen it, so I wonder if it will be the ruin of the town demon pagoda of Confucianism in the past few days, and let out some of the already extinct monsters, take the teacher to see."

Listening to him, Xue Meng was relieved. He didn't know why he felt relieved in his heart. The face that was stretched from the moment was finally revived. He walked over with the wind, and looked around and asked, "Have you found the rice cake strange?"

"No."

Xue Meng stared at him: "I didn't ask you again, I asked the teacher."

Chu night Ning said: "...not found."

The ink burned and laughed: "The sugar rice cake is afraid to see the master, and I am afraid that it will be eaten by the teacher after the meal, and I will immediately hide."

Chu night, a glimpse, and then angered: "Mini rain! You want to go to the library to copy books?"

So much trouble, Xue Meng's feeling of uneasiness gradually disappeared, and he sighed in his heart, he was really, just now there is such a moment, the fuzzy will feel that the teacher and the burning guy are somewhat unclear. Guage... It’s ridiculous, how is it possible.

His master is the coldest of the world, the holy water, no one can touch it, and no one can defile him.

At this time, the ink burned him: "Tell so much, talk about you, what are you doing here?"

Xue Meng said: "I am going to find a vegetable bag for my mother."

The ink burned Yang Meiyu: "Is the fat cat that Xinyi came back?"

"Ok."

"Orange, there is a king pattern on the head, only the one that eats fish without meat?"

"Yeah, have you seen it yet?" Xue Meng sighed and looked very helpless. "So fat, but can run very well. I found the back mountain from the former mountain. I can go everywhere where people can go. Its shadow..." He suddenly thought of something, squinting his eyes and wondering, "Ah! You said it would be eaten by the rice cake blame?"

"..."

In fact, I really want to laugh, but I still hold back and turn it into a light cough: "This, my sugar rice cake is so small, although it is only a monster, but it is useless. If it is a vegetable bag, it should be worried." It’s not the orange cat, it’s a sugar cake.”

Xue Meng touched his chin and thought about the size of the dish. He agreed: "Yes... you are right..."

Chu night Ningdao: "The mountains are dangerous, don't go any further, I will help you find them."

Xue Meng is busy waving his hand: "Don't dare to work hard."

Chu night Ningdao: "There is nothing left to do, look for you for a while, then I will go to the Danxin Temple to go to the Presbyterian Church, and burn together, find it faster."

Ink burning: "..."

He is very convinced and late, and Chu Xiaoning thinks that his body is like a fire. If he wants to burn it, he wants to put it out and put it out. Actually, let him stand up and look for a cat at this time? ... he has not yet disappeared.

Xue Meng saw that he did not move, and his face was different, he asked: "What happened to you?"

Ink burning: "Nothing, I have been uncomfortable since I just started. You should find it first. I will come soon."

Chu night Ning gave him a look, then I realized that the clothing of the ink-burning is not the same as myself. The ink-burning habit is wearing a black-gold blouse that fits evenly. It looks very strong and crisp on weekdays, and is also very suitable for fighting. But the defects are also very obvious. If there is no cover on the outside, it will be obvious once the lower body reacts fiercely.

"..." Chu nightning did not speak again. In the darkness, a teacher’s cold and cold face was red, like the evening glow on the clear ice, the cold and the warmth merged, and the smudged crystal clear Huaguang.

From that day on, Chu Yuning said that he would not like to sneak into the shackles of death and death.

It happened that I was busy all the time. The sects felt that Xu Shuanglin lived for one day. They turned to "Tianyin Pavilion" - that is a public review organization independent of the top ten sects. It is good at investigating and dealing with difficult problems. However, Xu Shuanglin's work is too ruthless, leaving no clues. Tianyinge said that he can help.

At the end of the month, Li Wuxin couldn't stand it anymore. He sent a hero post and invited the head of the big martial art. The elders of the main event went to Lingshan to discuss.

Chu Xiaoning and Xue Zhengyi naturally went.

The last time the group gathered together in Lingshan, or when Xuemeng Nangong smashed their swords, the pattern of the cultivation of the realm changed dramatically. The seat that originally belonged to the Confucianist Gate was empty, and the Fire Phoenix Pavilion was also devastated. The new head was a speech. After the birth of the 磕巴, shrinking in the pile of people does not scream, the masters of the mourning temple of the mourning temple are cautious, and do not preside over the ugly things...

Xue Zhengxuan recalled that the day when the heroes arrived, the scene of harmony and temperament felt as if they were separated from the world, and they could not help but give a low lament.

Sitting on it, Jiang Yan was pushed to be the first master, and he will be supervised by him. This person is completely different from the former first Nangong Liu. Nangong Liu smiled all day, regardless of his status, he was polite and did not like to offend people.

What about Jiang Yan?

The head of the public only showed the result of the singer's vote, and asked him to preside over it. He was already cold and faint, and he sat down uncomfortably on the former Nangong Liu sitting in the respect of the position.

Before Nangong Liu sat in this position, he tried to quit, but Sanfan did, and how much always made the modest and courteous play. After sitting up, he even said the words of the crown of half an hour, and he could see it. More to carry, there is a lot of mistakes, and spit.

Jiang Yan has three words.

"It should be."

He actually said that this position should be where he sat.

Jiang Zhangmen, rich is really rich, madness is really mad, bad temper is really bad, the skin is really thick.

Xue Zhengxuan suddenly remembered one thing, and whispered and sighed at night: "He didn't come to Lingshan Conference, more than once."

Chu Yuening did not understand these disputes, and he was slightly embarrassed: "How do you say?"

"I mean, since Nangong Liu became the first master, Confucianism was recognized as the first big faction, and Jiang Yan did not come to any head meeting..."

Chu Xiaoning looked at Jiang Yan for a while and said: "This person is very proud and can not help but fall under the waste."

Xue Zhengyi is a bit embarrassed: "I am not willing to stay under the waste."

Chu night Ning smiled lightly: "Respecting the Lord is forbearance, not counting."

As I spoke, there was a lonely moon and night with the waiters, stopping at their desks, making a ceremony, and then holding a box.

Xue Zhengxuan turned back and said, "What is it?"

The shooking head, pointing to the ear, and pointing to the mouth, was a servant who could not speak or hear the sound.

Chu nightning watched him back and forth, and found that this person is different from the ordinary solitary night disciple, with a silver snake-shaped collar around his neck.

"The cold scale holy hand...?"

The dumb servant found that Chu Ning was looking at his collar, nodded and groaned again, and raised the box over his head and presented it to him.

There was also a delicate snake-shaped coat on the box. Xue Zhengyi saw it and said to Chu Yuening: "He should belong directly to the cold scales."

He said, he went to sit on the side of the lonely moon night, and he saw the world's first medicine master, the cold scale holy hand, Hua Binan, wearing a veil hat, revealing a pair of eyes, quietly staring They are here.