Fenghuang Yufei

The two sisters are the colorful luan brocade ducks, how enviable they are

"Meng Lian is really not enough for success, and more than failure. I don't want to kill them so quickly, but it's just an introduction, even if she hits the right one."

Before returning to Mingyue, Xiaofeng had passed on the invitation with a silver shuttle. Three months later, a banquet was set up to entertain those righteous heroes, but Yun Menglian was left behind, and she was ordered to stay with the three gangs until the three gangs and four factions left Shaolin. At that time, giving them a small lesson was also paving the way for the future layout, but Yun Menglian's various deficiencies were fully exposed here.

Xiaofeng rested her arms on her palm again, looked at Fang Sheng, and frowned slightly: "The fake blood pool picture, Shaolin's defeat, I didn't care about it anymore, I gave her this chance again, as expected, it really disappointed me She has the greatest ambitions, but she lacks ability, and Honge has limited aptitude, let alone other things, there is really no one who can compare to Jiangxue, let alone Qiongzhi."

Fang Sheng was painting falling flowers and flying butterflies on the snow-white fan. Hearing this, he didn't rush to put down his pen, but asked: "Are you worried about her?" This "she" was naturally Mei Jiangxue.

Xiaofeng smiled and said: "Before I worry about anything, you will solve it for me first. In the past few days, you have been standing still and never comforting me. It must have been arranged. If you don't say it, I know it too. As he said, he tapped lightly to his hand, and two or three drops of clear water in the ice porcelain fell into the red silk inkstone that was about to dry up.

After inscribing a sentence "Jianzhi has its own love, and refuses to fall into the autumn wind", she also smiled and said: "Nothing can be hidden from my Huang'er, I did make a bet with her."

Xiaofeng calmed down and slowly studied the ink: "It's a bit of suffering, you must have suffered it before you can learn to be good. I spoiled her too much in the past, so she will be so self-willed and reckless. It is time to learn some lessons, and you did it for me. , I don't want to let her suffer too much."

Fang Sheng took another fan, drew a pair of phalaenopsis playing, and said: "Although I don't like her actions, I will never let her be bullied. Now her body is full of new medicine powder made by Xiao Qiongzhi, like Whoever dares to mistreat her will suffer bad luck, and there will be people secretly protecting her along the way until she wakes up..."

Xiaofeng wiped her slender fingers, and suddenly said solemnly: "Her temper is too similar to mine, so she won't give up easily."

Fang Sheng Zihao paused for a moment, and then teased the little apprentice: "Little Qiongzhi loves weird things, often forgets to sleep and eat, and is reluctant to study. This kind of temperament is a bit like me."

Just about to dip some more light ink, I only heard Hongcaly knocking on the door.

After she had finished reporting to Xiaofeng, Fang Sheng took out a book and said aloud: "Hongca, this is "Jade Dust Flying Cup Palm", it complements your whisk, if you don't mind, just accept it stop."

This palm technique, and the sword technique given to Mei Jiangxue, are exactly two kinds of kung fu.

At that time, Hong E was watching the battle with her master, she already knew the mistake, and she admired the Lord Xiang even more, but she still took a look at the master first, and after seeing the master's approval, she happily took it over.

"Thank you Master, thank you Xiang Jun."

Fang Sheng was very happy to hear that she mentioned Xiaofeng first: "If you don't understand anything, you can ask me."

She thanked her with a bow, and then closed the door and left. She had to fulfill the master's order first, before she could devote herself to practicing hard.

Xiaofeng took a sip of tea, said with a smile: "You treat Hong'e well."

Fang Sheng looked at Xiaofeng and said: "I have nothing to do, when I happened to meet her practicing martial arts, I thought of such a set of kung fu. The lack of qualifications can be made up for, and the character is innate. Among the three, she is the only one who treats you well." The most loyal."

Xiaofeng liked it in her heart, so she started to tease: "Your school of kung fu is passed down to heavenly ghosts. Qiongzhi is a smart child, so it will save you worry and effort. Hongcaly has too many shortcomings. You can use it in the future." There is something to teach."

Fang Sheng began to sprinkle ink again: "A person always has a good time, for example, the essence of Confucius' knowledge lies in teaching students according to their aptitude."

Xiaofeng felt that it was reasonable, so she continued to admire the newly hung "Lianpu Dazzling Red Clothes". This picture was very suitable for the black bamboo screen in the house, and it was exactly the one Fang Sheng had mentioned.

At noon, after taking Fangsheng's pulse in detail, Xiaofeng said happily: "The Yiquan stone sent by the Taoist priest is indeed quite curative. I should thank you very much." Ah Luo is cured, so she can go back to wearing women's clothing, and I will definitely dress her up by then."

Fang Sheng's eyes were full of mischievousness: "Thank him for what, if he pulls me to play chess for several months, if you don't get annoyed then, just thank him."

Xiaofeng snorted, used both hands together, pinched her cheeks, then looked at her carefully, tenderly.

Today Fang Sheng is wearing an ivory homely gown embroidered with water and cloud patterns. The silk silk that used to be tied around Xiaofeng's slender waist and wrapped around her bright wrists has long been used by her as a Luo Belt, and now the silver shuttle purse is added to it.

Seeing this, Xiaofeng's heart was sweet, but she also sighed secretly: "In terms of understanding, understanding, gentleness and consideration, no one can match her, but sometimes it's okay to be incomprehensible."

After returning to Mingyue, Fangsheng became more reserved and rarely came to get close to Xiaofeng.

She recalled again: "If I remember correctly, when I took back the Dragon Tongue Sword, Ah Luo said the word "betrothal gift." She glanced at it secretly again, and thought: You gave me the betrothal gift, how can you still... ...Could it be possible that this Yuezhu should ask first: "A Luo, when will we get married?" or: "Little slicker, why don't you marry me!" casual!

Fangsheng doesn't know Xiaofeng's intentions, but she has her own worries: since Huang'er gave her the infuriating energy, although the situation has stabilized a bit, the Fire Pill has returned to five pills, and now there is another wonderful gift from the old man, but she The body is capricious, who knows how long it will last, maybe what the master said is the limit, before finding a solution, marrying Huang'er is killing Huang'er, she must not only care about herself, she must be with her. Huang'er can become this married couple only after a long time.

Fang Sheng has been thinking about it for the past few days, and still thinks that San Gong is her only way out, but if she exhausts all her power, she will not be able to help her Huang'er, so she can only take one step at a time.She would never place her hope in that blood pool, let alone receive the favor of her lifelong enemy!

Fang Sheng has never been concerned with life and death, but now she is in great grief, because she is afraid that she will die soon, and she will no longer be able to take care of Xiao Feng's worries and thoughts, so she puts her sorrow in the pen first, and then puts her head in the pen, She didn't say a word, and only touched a teacup, and took a sip casually, but she didn't know that it was Xiaofeng who drank half of it.

This made Xiaofeng purse her lips and laugh, picked up a copybook, and asked her, "You changed your brushwork again."

She nodded, and said introspectively: "The way of writing is difficult for me to excel. Master is good at cursive practice, and he is also good at Li. My heart is devoted to grass, but I attach great importance to ancient seal characters. This is very inappropriate. From time to time, there is a journey of going from one to the other, but one has to be proficient but not proficient.”

Xiaofeng knew that she had always been rigorous and modest in her studies, so she looked at her hands for a while, but said, "You're painting me again."

It was Xiaofeng who met Fangsheng for the first time. Xiaofeng already knew about this and had seen several other pictures of beauties. In front of your eyes, even more beside you, why do you need to seek illusions!"

Fang Sheng concealed the melancholy in her heart, and sighed: "No matter how good a person's memory is, there are times when he forgets things. With you, I don't want to forget for a moment." She thought even more in her heart: Even if you die, you must remember clearly.

Thinking of her being alone and thinking of herself for so many years, Xiaofeng's nose felt sore, and she said impulsively: "Why don't I stop being the master of the Mingyue Mountain, and accompany you to indulge in mountains and rivers, write books and paint, whatever you want, we will do it What!"

She hurriedly held Xiaofeng's slender palm: "There is no need to make this sacrifice for me, what you want is what I will do." She also comforted: "Huang'er, you have done a good job. As a child, you should do your best as a parent." Filial piety, follow the wishes of the ancestors."

Xiaofeng had calmed down, but suddenly thought of one thing: "Although Ah Luo has forgotten all about the past, but after all, she is the biological parent, how could she not care?" Then she swore in her heart: "Ah Luo, wait for me to finish my great work. After that, I will accompany you to find your parents, and no matter what, they must agree with you and me."

The word "parents" made her think of something else, and said sarcastically: "You use the scriptures as a pawn, and you use the glass lamp to make them feel wronged. I don't realize that Shaolin is the most important thing in life, or should you stick to your eminent monk's face?"

Fang Sheng explained: "They still have nothing to fear, because in the two scriptures, the basic mentality comes from Sanskrit, and it has been passed down orally by the abbots of the past generations. Although my elder brother never taught me, I have the two skills of Yijing and marrow washing in my body." , In addition, I have studied "Dharma Fragments". As for Sanskrit, I also know a little bit. Wait for me for another month, and I will be able to write these two articles for you. The longer he hesitates, the more the loss outweighs the gain. Nothing will hurt you."

With Fangsheng's martial arts cultivation, half a month is enough, but this season, she is disturbed by the cold from time to time, and the attack cycle speeds up, which will delay the process, and she will never break her promise to Xiaofeng, so one month is the most appropriate time, not to mention, she That Taiyue is not so easy to please...

Xiaofeng looked at Yingchun, pinched her nose, and said jokingly: "So there is such a stranger beside me, who can reconstruct his mind only by his own skill." Then he stroked her thin cheek slowly: "In the past, it was actually me, the Yue Lord, who underestimated Mr. Xiang."

Fang Sheng raised his head and smiled, raised his lips and raised his eyebrows, quite proudly: "I have many benefits."

Rourou looked at her, Xiaofeng secretly said: "You must be worried, Juesheng refuses to come, I will be angry again, in this way, let me give him another month, Ah Luo, you always do this for me Thinking about it." And made a decision in my heart: these two scriptures and the Dragon Tongue Sword will be enshrined in front of the mother's spiritual tablet.

After that, Xiaofeng put the brush back between Fang Sheng's fingers, closed her fingers again, and smiled sweetly: "I want you to draw something else for me."

Fang Sheng stared at her intently, and said: "I will draw whatever you like."

Seeing her serious look, Xiaofeng smiled inwardly, and deliberately said: "Then make a trick for me."

She nodded slightly, and stretched out her slender fingers to count carefully: "This little cunning must be unparalleled in the world, beautiful, clever, exquisite, talented, powerful in martial arts, gentle and considerate, generous... There are countless things... The benefit is that it can be put in the heart of the majestic Master of Mingyue Mountain."

And Xiaofeng couldn't hold it anymore, she fell on Fangsheng with a smile, and was caught in Fangsheng's arms long ago.

Half a month later, Shangguanbao joined forces with three gangs and four factions to plan to hold a Shaoshi meeting in order to elect a leader to deal with Mingyue's soul-calling feast.

Xiaofeng turned the biography into dust, curled her lips and sneered: "It's so quiet that they want to move, they finally can't stand it anymore."

Fang Sheng wiped his hands with the new Lamei Luopa, and calmly analyzed: "Since we are born with the same hatred against the enemy, it is hard to know whether the mourning soldiers will win." In his heart, he thought: "Maybe Huang'er is happy to see them share the same hatred."

Xiaofeng didn't care: "They are trying to turn back the day of victory, but they don't know that they are in a desperate situation, and they will be defeated! I have ordered Honge to go, and let her have a chance to try the kung fu you taught. We just wait and see. .”

Fang Sheng was just uncovering Zhuo Yuqi and Yan Xun, and said: "Don't rush into everything, always let them settle their losses first."

Xiaofeng knew that what she said was justified, but her eyes lit up, and she lightly pressed the jade case: "You think I have a bad temper."

She looked at Xiaofeng with emotion in her eyes, tilted her head and smiled and said, "Who said that, I like it so much." Then she caught the attacking slender palm, leaned on Xiaofeng's ear and said, "Whatever is my favorite I like Huang'er."

Xiaofeng wiped her cheeks in resentment, and then raised her head triumphantly: "It's good to know." She picked up something from the case, confidently said: "This is a new mechanism map, and the drugs are all done, just wait a while." The east wind is blowing."

Fang Sheng lit a newly made Canglong incense, and praised: "Madam has a clever plan to lure the enemy, so far, the second step in the chain has been completed."

Xiaofeng was full of smiles, and her heart was full of sweetness. One was that Fang Sheng was quick-witted, and she would know her tricks without saying anything, and the other was that Fang Sheng was smart, and would always please her with good words at the most appropriate time. She looked at Fang Sheng softly, I really like it no matter how I look at it, and my heart is even more indescribably happy.

At this time, a crimson hummingbird flew in, covered in cinnabar like cinnabar, and exuded the aroma of honey. It fluttered and buzzed in the air. Seeing Fang Sheng stretching his palm, it landed in the palm of his hand, and an inch fell from his beak. Bosi jumped onto the table again, and immediately fell silent, as obedient as a wooden bird.

Fang Sheng waved the letter, and an inch of thin silk became the size of a piece of silk handkerchief. She didn't read a few words, she turned her head away, covered her lips and smiled softly.

Xiaofeng thought for a while and guessed: "Is it the queen bee?"

Fang Sheng nodded, with a slight smile, said: "The letter of renunciation." Seeing Xiaofeng's eyes full of concern, she comforted her softly: "There is one person who will never disobey the teacher's order, and will never bother me again. Don't worry, Huang'er." From now on, I have one less entanglement." He laughed again: "A party of like-minded people is a friend. I always like that the queen bee is indifferent by nature and does not seek fame and wealth. A gentleman should be harmonious but different, and he is not good at comparison. Now he values ​​​​his own righteous reputation and does not want to It should be the same as me, and since it is so, the straight is not a wheel, the curved is not a jue, everyone has their own preferences, and they should gather and leave at any time, there is no need to force it." She picked up the pen with a smile, and only drew a dot on the original letter. Qingquan, and one ear.

Xiaofeng leaned lightly on Fangsheng's shaved shoulders, brushed the bamboo on the purse with her fingertips, and sighed: "For me, you have offended everyone."

Fang Sheng pretended to be about to cry, her face was deliberately funny, and she grabbed Xiaofeng's sleeve and acted like a baby: "If you don't want me, I might really be a lonely person."

Xiaofeng couldn't help laughing, and Fangsheng showed her the painting: "So, he knows what I mean, and we won't have any contact with each other." After that, he handed it over to Hummingbird.

Xiaofeng nodded: "The Picture of Chaoyou Washing Ears."

Fang Sheng's heart suddenly moved, and he quickly asked: "Huang'er, could it be that you have seen the original picture."

Mentioning that person again, Xiaofeng became a little calmer than before: "On Ailao Mountain, I saw one. I'm not sure about the original picture. It's the relic of Master Luo Xuan, Gu Qingfeng."

Fang Sheng was fascinated and said: "No wonder, this ancient senior, the master told me... The master once collected the original painting of Ji Shuye. It's a pity that the world affairs are so turbulent that good things are hard to come by... He once gave me a copy, and he copied it from memory." Then he sighed in a low voice: "I only need this one..."

Xiaofeng analyzed it: "Maybe it is in the blood pool now, Gu Qingfeng once hid rare treasures all over the world, maybe that is the original picture. A Luo, this picture is so important to you, I will definitely get it back for you !" He said angrily again: "The picture of the blood pool is just a dead object, as if the world has evaporated."

Only then did Fang Sheng remember that there was another one who was imprisoned in the water prison by her.He thought again: Although rumors say that the man in the blood pond is uncertain of his life or death, he is at least a generation of chivalrous men, and he will not go easily. It's not too late to settle old things.It's a pity that the time has not come yet, and I can't tell Huang'er about her plan.

So she smiled lightly and said: "It may not be in the pool of blood. Maybe Master drew a few more copies and gave it to a few close friends. It is unknown. After all, Master's paintings back then were priceless treasures. As for the pool of blood, everything is An, it's not too late to go." He also suggested: "Huang'er, if the east wind has arrived, you should capture the thief and the king, and wait for work with ease. As the saying goes, when there is no external trouble, there must be internal troubles."

Xiaofeng understood immediately, the trick in Fangsheng's words, smiled and pinched her cheek again and said: "You are really bad."

Fang Sheng blinked and laughed, and knocked on the brocade box in her hand again: "Little Qiongzhi misses Xiaoyecao, and wants to invite him back to live for a few days. She has wanted these two pictures for a long time, so I might as well ask my good brother to bring them to her." " And he smiled helplessly: "Master asks her to do something, but she always asks for payment first."

These two pictures, one is the geese falling in the long river, and the other is the day in the yellow desert. It was created by Fang Sheng when he was looking for Qiongzhi and went deep into the north. Xiaofeng also admired it with Fang Sheng. It is strange, majestic and lofty, and has a shocking effect. It is Fang Sheng's proud work.

Xiaofeng gave her a sideways glance, and pouted in her heart: "You dote on her too much, maybe she is taking these two pictures as a memory."

Fang Sheng has always been in deep thought, and at this time he couldn't help playing a song "Chu Huang Fu".

Accompanied by the Xiaoxiao bamboo rhyme of the green bamboo fragrance, Xiaofeng seems to see "the buds of the bamboos are green at the beginning, and the new cattails contain purple antlers", and "Looking at the mountains next to the bamboos at the beginning, and loving the hair pond of the new lotus", the flute and music again When it comes to the "bamboo gorge is rushing, the Chuanzhu is shining, although the cliffs are thousands of feet high, and the flowers are dew, it is still clear and shallow", but it ends with "alone in the secluded bamboo, looking around at a loss"......

Xiaofeng is Fangsheng's confidant, and he sighed out of deep affection: "You aim at the mountains and rivers, you aim at the Kunlun iceberg, you aim at peace and inaction, and you have a great heart to help the world. You gave up for me. Do whatever you want."

But she said with a smile: "If you are not by your side, although your body is free, your heart cannot be free. If your body follows your heart, you will not be free. When you are by your side, your heart is already free, so why not be free?" Yan couldn't help being happy: "It's a common problem in the world that you don't cherish it when you get it, but I cherish it even more when I get it. Not everyone is as lucky as me, and I can get your heart." He said affectionately and without regret: "Jen, you protect you, just like I love myself." Because she has endured years of loneliness, the sweetheart in front of her, who has experienced bitterness and bitterness, must treat each other with more heart.

Xiaofeng was infinitely moved, and turned it into a sentence: "You love me more than yourself." I thought in my heart: Ah Luo's affection must be cherished!To complete the great cause early, so that I can accompany Ah Luo to achieve her ambition!

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