[Sword Three] [Huayang] Continues

This year, the snow on Huashan Mountain is thin. In previous years, Chaoyang Peak was always covered with snow. Now spring has just opened, and the green pines and cypresses have been exposed early. The frost-like residual snow is almost gone, and it gradually melts into water, or turns into a rushing mountain spring. , or dripping down the cliff.

"Senior Brother Mu, watch carefully for me, wait until I finish this... scoop..." Behind the rock wall of the flowing spring at the mountain gate, the thin and thin Taoist tried to stretch his arms, trying to reach the clear water in the pool.

Standing on the rock wall is a cold-looking, slightly older Taoist priest, with fair skin and a tall and straight figure, as if motionless as an ice sculpture, with only his blue robes fluttering in the wind, he looks like a fairy riding a crane in the sky.

Hearing this, he averted his eyes from looking at the sky, and said in a low voice: "There is no one, you can rest assured."

As soon as the words fell, the little Taoist had already fetched enough water, dodged and hid behind the stone, patted his chest as if he was alive after a catastrophe, and then smiled on his round face that was reddened by the wind and always nervous: "Is that so?" ? Let the brothers of Lingxu catch me and come back, it's terrible."

"Since you know it, why do you have to go back to Chunyang to fetch water?" After the Taoist priest finished speaking, the man had already floated down from the rock wall and landed in front of the little Taoist priest, still standing upright with his sword behind his back, and his hair was not messed up. There is a coolness in every feature on the face that looks like it has been cut by a knife.

The little Taoist priest was half a head shorter than the Taoist priest. After hearing this, he scratched his head in embarrassment, took a gourd and poured water carefully, and said, "Senior brother Mu, besides making tea, this freshly melted snow water is also the best for purifying and refining talismans." The water in our Chunyang Palace is clean and spiritual, even the most ferocious evil spirits can be melted. If it weren’t for the wars in recent years and I can’t get any useful ones everywhere, how could I take this risk? Fortunately, I met you, Senior Brother Mu, Otherwise, I wouldn't dare to do it."

The Taoist leader didn't answer, but shook his head slightly, which caused the hair crown pendant on the back of his head to move slightly, and finally he didn't look like an ice doll.

After filling the water, the little Taoist shook the gourd carefully, then plugged it in, and said regretfully: "This year, the snow has fallen less and it has melted quickly. There is only so much snow in this pond for half a month. Otherwise, I will go after fishing. How can I go?" How long have you been dawdling?" He frowned, and immediately clenched his fists in pain, "It's all due to those in Wanhua Valley."

"How to say?" Daoist Priest asked casually, as if he didn't care.

"Brother, you haven't been back for a few years. You probably don't know. Those thousands of flowers like to host picnics and entertain people in the rivers and lakes every spring. They say that finding love in the sea of ​​​​flowers is unparalleled in the world. This bullshit is loud and loud. But this The residual poison in the sea of ​​flowers has not been cleared for two years, and we want to cultivate our health and rest, so we hit the idea of ​​Chunyang Palace. Well, masters and uncles are not driving away." The little Taoist lamented again and again, and looked at the bottom of the pool a little unwillingly, " What a waste of snow to be scraped from the top of the mountain to cook meat."

The Taoist priest glanced at the hem of his rumpled Taoist robe, and gave him a wink: "Chunyang Palace has a lot of pilgrims at this time of year, but why?"

Following his calm gaze, the little Taoist saw the flourishing incense in the front hall, smoky, it seemed that someone from the same door led a person out, and slowly walked up the steps, so frightened the little Taoist hurriedly hid behind the stone.

"Hero, you have chosen the expensive purple gold lock cylinder, are you really not engraved?" A female voice led the way.

"I have nothing to send right now. If I think of something in the future, I can make it up later, just sign it." It was a clean and deep male voice that answered her.

"Alright."

The one walking in front was a Taoist nun, dressed simply and elegantly, holding a purple gold lock in her hand and turning her head frequently.The Taoist priest recognized her as Feng Xu'er, who had been stationed in the Sanqing Palace all year round. Looking back, he suddenly saw a long-haired Wan Hua walking slowly up the steps. people.

The Taoist priest looked terrified, and pressed the hilt of his sword almost instinctively.

"Who's there?" Senior Sister Feng asked aloud, and quickly walked towards Tan Bian's figure.

Wanhua behind her stopped, and followed her to move here.

"Mu Chenfeng from Yuxu's sect." Daoist replied coldly, pretending not to see the senior sister who came in a hurry, but staring at the villain Wanhua behind him, and pulled out the hilt of his sword.

"Senior Brother Mu, don't." The camps are opposed, and the meeting is extremely jealous. The little Taoist feared that he would fight here, so he stopped him in a low voice in desperation, and poked half of his head out at the same time.

Wan Huasheng, who is dressed in black and red, has graceful features and a tall stature. When he met the Taoist priest's gaze like a torch, he closed his phoenix eyes slightly and looked over. The murderous look of the Taoist priest in blue was instantly reflected in his pupils. His expression did not change. , actually looked at him without dodging.

Wanhua's eyes are as cool as a mountain falling into a spring, with hidden sharpness, the little Taoist priest of Zhijiao shivered for no reason when he saw it.

"So it's Junior Brother Mu. Look at the time. Are you coming back to worship your master? What are you doing standing here?" The Taoist girl recognized Mu Chenfeng and greeted him with a pleasant face before seeing the sword, light and sword in her eyes. There was a sigh in the bell and drum.

"Exactly." Mu Chenfeng let go of the hilt of his sword, shifted his gaze a little, and before he had time to clasp his fists, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Wanhua's pendant hanging from his shoulder.

The earrings are in the shape of water droplets, the lines inside are like flames, red like blood, moist like oil, like a drop of tear hanging from the ear.

"Jiang Yuhan? Are you Jiang Yuhan?" Mu Chenfeng almost instantly let go of his lingering clothes, and blurted out the other party's name.

The villain Wanhua didn't expect such a change, she was stunned on the spot, and the tit-for-tat confrontation just now disintegrated, as if an old friend was reunited, his eyes were full of joy.

"You guys know each other?" The senior sister was originally embarrassed in the strange silence, but now she breathed a sigh of relief, "This Wanhua guest is exactly..."

Unexpectedly, before the senior sister finished speaking, Mu Chenfeng's eyes sank, and his calm expression became frosty again, he cupped his fists and said: "It turns out that the poor Taoist admits his mistake and bid farewell." After saying that, he left the underground steps without turning his head.

"Hey, you...he..." The senior sister caught him off guard and made him look indifferent, and looked at Wanhua beside him in embarrassment.

Wan Hua rolled up her sleeves, staring at Dao Changyuan's blue robe seemingly playfully, at the gossip belt fluttering on his hair crown, at the cold arrogance he took away, and appeared again the moment he stepped into the Sanqing Hall. Voice: "Mu Daoist, please stay."

Seeing that the cloud-patterned boots didn't stop for a moment, he raised his voice again and said, "I am Jiang Yuhan. It's just that I have gradually forgotten the things of the old year, and I have a vague impression of the Taoist priest. Would the Taoist priest Mu be willing to show me the face and reminisce about the old days?"

Only then did Mu Chenfeng stop, and when he turned around, he saw Wan Hua looking at him from the top of the steps with an apologetic face and a smile like a spring breeze.

At that time the pool was cold, but now the hibiscus was blooming, the little Taoist saw Wan Hua's expression now, and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

"He is Jiang Yuhan from the Valley of the Evil, Junior Brother Mu." Senior Sister Feng hurriedly explained, raising the purple gold lock in her hand, indicating that the signature engraved on it was "Jiang Yuhan".

Mu Chenfeng was still standing, looking at the master across the bluestone steps, as if he wanted to peel off something else from Wan Hua's smile.

Jiang Yuhan jumped down the steps with a little toe, and stood in front of him generously: "If the Taoist priest doesn't believe it, he can send spies to check my details, how about it?" As he said, he put his shoulder on his shoulder with a smile.

"I don't care about the affairs of the Valley of the Wicked." Mu Chenfeng refused bluntly, but he didn't open his familiar claws, but looked down at his slender fingers. hesitate.

"Don't blame the Taoist priest. I was just confused for a while. It's not too late to fix it now." Wan Hua smiled with phoenix eyes, nodded her chin in thought, and said, "Yu Han sees that the Taoist priest is like a treasure. Since we are old friends, how can the camp separate you and me?" How about I retreat from the Valley of the Wicked and join the Haoqi League with the Daoist to make amends?"

The voice was not high, but it echoed on the cold Chunyang stone steps, shaking the Taoist nun to tighten her Zijin lock.

"Huh? Really? Are you going to switch sides?" The little Taoist almost blurted out, his jaw dropped in shock.

"Who?!" The nun turned her head and immediately found the little Taoist whose whole body was exposed.

The four eyes met, and the next moment, the Taoist nun came over to pull him out quickly: "Good job, Song Xiuran! Last time, I attracted ghosts and resentful spirits to howl all night in the bamboo forest, and didn't piss off Qingxiu's master. Now I'm still sneaking back when I come back. Have you thought about it at the bottom of the mountain?"

"No...don't...ah, no, yes, yes, senior sister, don't tell Master! I just came back to take a look!" The little Taoist priest was clutched by his outer shirt and inner clothes, unable to break free, repeatedly begging for mercy, and turning his head towards Mu Chen Feng asked for help, "Brother, Brother Mu, help me!"

Mu Chenfeng sighed, bowed over Wanhua and said: "Senior Sister Feng, he was sent down the mountain for three years when he was only as talented as Xiu Ran, and he was sent down the mountain for three years. Presumably, all the things he used to do were due to his talent. It's been more than two years. The war will end, and it's not easy for him to be safe and still study at the master's school."

"Junior Brother Mu speaks seriously." The words were neither light nor heavy but just to the point, the Taoist girl let go and gave Song Xiuran a look, "It's a great honor to let Haoqi League's 'Zichen Sword' intercede for you."

"Hehe, thank you senior sister, thank you senior brother." Song Xiuran apologized, and secretly pinched the gourd around his waist, not daring to tell the story of stealing spring water when he came back. Facing Wan Hua's inquisitive gaze, his face flushed instantly, "What are you looking at? Pure Yang Palace are all serious and good disciples, it's my own stubbornness, it's none of their business."

"Hehe, Junior Brother Ling is an interesting person." Wan Hua chuckled, but she turned to Mu Chenfeng beside her with bright eyes, "Your status is low in the valley, and I don't know the main Daoist of the Haoqi League. I am really ashamed." .”

Mu Chenfeng tilted his head, but did not move.

"It's not as 'interesting' as you guys, boasting about the relationship between flowers and seas every day, and now you are not afraid of freezing to death when you go camping on Mount Hua. I think you took advantage of people's unpreparedness, beat people into serious injuries, and then pretended to heal them, right?" Song Xiuran protected Hulu angrily poured the resentment accumulated just now on Wanhua, and finally gave her a blank look.

"Xiu Ran can't be rude." Mu Chenfeng said softly.

Song Xiuran curled his lips and bowed his head in silence.

"It turns out that my fellow disciple has already arrived. Since I'm late for the appointment, I don't mind if I don't go. What's more, it all depends on 'fate'." Hearing Mu Chenfeng's voice, Jiang Yuhan seemed satisfied. Borrowing the little Taoist's words, he rolled his eyes and walked along Wearing Mu Chenfeng's white neck in the collar of his Taoist robe, he kept seeing his indifferent face, "The Taoist priest has a destiny with me, and we meet again here, why don't we form a relationship?"

Mu Chenfeng was shocked all over, and turned to look at him in disbelief.

"You, you, what are you talking about?!" Song Xiuran was the first to jump up with a blushing neck.

"Since there is a predestined relationship, it is better to form a predestined relationship. What's wrong? What if I am the person whom the Daoist priest has chosen as his dearest and dearest?" Wan Hua looked at Mu Chenfeng with burning eyes, with a smile on his lips but a serious expression, not like a joke He said again, "The matter of joining the Haoqi League just mentioned can be counted at any time, and the rest can be discussed in the long term."

"Don't dream, Senior Brother Mu is the front line of the Haoqi League to push the villains, the main force in the rapids dock, I have never heard of your name before." Song Xiuran said bitterly to him, and couldn't help saying that he pushed aside the thousands of flowers and stood in front of the senior brother. What dearest, dearest, do you know..."

"Since the Taoist priest is a practitioner of alchemy and has a unique talent, he must know the way of changing things and the cycle of yin and yang. How can he say it is impossible? I have no intention of joining the alliance. It's just painless." Jiang Yuhan Looking at him with a half-smile, Song Xiuran choked up when he asked a question instead.

"Well, you..." Taoist nun watched for a long time, not knowing whether or not to intervene and how to intervene.

"it is good."

A cold voice without any sadness or joy rang out of thin air, interrupting the three people's respective calculations. Song Xiuran gasped, thinking that the blue-clothed Taoist priest standing in front of him was not that senior brother Mu who looked like a banished fairy, but someone pretending to be ghosts.

Jiang Yuhan stared at the Taoist priest's expressionless face, but didn't answer him immediately.

Mu Chenfeng stood for a while, caught Wan Hua's slightly suspicious gaze, opened his lips and repeated: "I say, good."

The author has something to say: This article can only be filled with fate, and can’t be updated so quickly. It’s probably a knife with glass slag, so I can’t bear to write it

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