Starting from the control of Hongmeng, fishing for the heavens

The couple became even more puzzled.

"Shouzheng, you precious son is really amazing, a real dragon has emerged from our herdsman..."

Murende stroked his chin or beard, his weather-beaten face was full of pride.

"Father, what's going on?"

The two husband and wife faced each other, their heads were full of confusion.

"Dad, Mom... The real identity of my brother is the second-generation disciple of Hongmeng Suppressing Tiangong."

The pastoral group explained.

"Hongmeng Suppresses the Heavenly Palace? Is it our China's supreme fairy gate?"

"What? Bai'er is a disciple of Tiangong? Hiss~"

The two couples obviously couldn't accept the shocking news and petrified on the spot.

After a long while, they glanced at Mu Rende and saw the other party nodding, so they believed it completely.

Especially Zhang Qingya couldn't help complaining and reprimanding.

Why did Mubai hide himself for a long time?

"Qianqian met uncle, aunt~"

Meng Qianqian put her wrists together and gave a blessing.

"Hey~ Qianqian is so obedient and polite. You wear so little, aren't you cold? Why don't auntie go inside and put on a coat for you?"

Zhang Qingya clasped Meng Qianqian's cold palm and asked questions, with smiles in her eyes.

"Qianqian, it's already past one o'clock in the morning, isn't it? You don't feel uneasy going back as a girl, so just stay with Tuantuan for one night and go back tomorrow."

Mu Bai pondered.

Meng Qianqian quickly agreed.

"Hey, it's snowing, it's snowing~"

Suddenly, the pastoral group shouted excitedly.

Only then did everyone realize that there was heavy snow falling in the sky, and in just a few minutes, the ground was covered with silvery white.

"It's a bit cold today, everyone, don't stick around, let's go in and talk about it."

Mu Rende plans to stay overnight in the martial arts hall tonight, because there are still some things that he must communicate with Mu Bai.

"Little Uncle, wait a moment... tonight you avenged your disciple's vengeance, and it is God's kindness. This disciple has no way to repay you, so I want to dance for you..."

Without waiting for Mubai's response, Meng Qianqian lightly stretched her long sleeves, and her delicate body spun along with it...

The speed became faster and faster, and suddenly flew up from the ground, with light feet and fluttering clothes, like a Lingbo fairy.

Her dancing posture is smart, elegant, elegant, and agile, like the light snowflakes in the sky, as elegant as a fairy who grows lotus every step of the way.

During the rapid rotation, the goose feather white snow falling from the sky also lingered around her, undulating.

In the sky full of snowflakes, Mengqianqian is as clear and holy as an orchid in an empty valley, as if walking from a dream.

"Brother...isn't it good-looking? Sister Qianqian has heard about this dance. It was taught by her mother when she was a child. Now I'm showing you the dance. There should be some special meaning in it."

While explaining earnestly, the pastoral group clapped with adoration.

Mu Bai also felt very surprised.

Meng Qianqian's dance was naturally for him, and also for her mother.

Tell her mother that the great revenge has been avenged, and she can rest in peace under the Nine Springs.

"Hey, isn't that sister Xiaoyue?"

Mu Tuantuan suddenly looked forward and said in doubt.

Hearing this, everyone looked up.

At the entrance of the dark alley ahead, a beautiful figure was walking towards the crowd.

Her walking posture was all crooked, her body was even more dirty, and she kept sneezing.

Seeing this scene, Mu Bai and Murende looked at each other, and saw consternation in each other's eyes.

Others don't know, but they know that Wenren Muyue is the eldest princess.

They fell out with each other just now.

Why are you here alone now?

And it seems messy?

"Xiaoyue, where did you come from this time, why are you soaked through? Are you froze?"

Zhang Qingya hurried up to meet her.

"Bai'er, what's going on? Did you quarrel?"

Mu Shouzheng glanced at Meng Qianqian, and frowned.

Mubai knew that his father must have misunderstood, and was about to explain, but at this time, Zhang Qingya had already walked over with the help of Wenren Muyue.

Wenren Muyue's body was wet, because the weather was so cold that her hair was covered with hoarfrost.

A long snow-white dress was stained with a lot of dirt, and it was tightly attached to the body, and water droplets kept dripping on the ground.

It seems that because of being frozen for too long, the nose is red, the cheeks are pale, and there is no blood.

"yawn!"

The girl covered her nose and kept sneezing, which was pitiful and charming at the same time.

"Uncle, aunt... just in time, I passed a ditch and accidentally fell into it."

Wenren Muyue knew that she was asking for help tonight, so she clearly remembered the role she played.

First pretend to be a white lotus, to win the sympathy of Mu Bai and his family, and if it doesn't work, he will cry, make trouble, and hang himself.

"You came here on foot? You accidentally fell into the water?"