[Thunderbolt] Your sister

Martial arts practitioners are naturally more adaptable to terrain and climate than ordinary people because they have exercised their physique and internal strength all year round.

But the human body still instinctively resists extreme weather.

After leaving Qinggeng Lengfeng, she seemed to feel a lot more relaxed. Feng Qianxue followed Master Bo Zang to the West Martial Forest, without saying a word all the way.

Judging from the actions of the second culprit, it seemed that he was looking for something, but he didn't seem to be very clear about what he was looking for, and wandered around only by feeling.

Sin Pit has always been taboo about inquiring into other people's privacy and past. Although Bo Zangzhu's style of speech and behavior is quite different from Kuanglong's, Feng Qianxue still maintains the vigilance he should have.

Returning from the West Martial Forest, Lord Bo Zang temporarily stopped his search and headed south at a slower pace.

"Is this the first time you have left the Pit of Sin?"

Sitting in the roadside tea shop, Bo Zang asked suddenly.

"Yes."

"Ah."

No wonder he followed all the way so honestly.If it were another crime to pit other people on business trips, they would definitely seize the time to eat, drink, prostitute, gamble and have fun.but……

He narrowed his eyes and glanced in a certain direction calmly.

He has a disagreement with the mad dragon face and heart, which is an open secret of the sin pit long ago.When he left the Pit of Sin back then, although Kuanglong was crying and making noises, he felt that he was "finally clean", and it is also conceivable that he would not particularly welcome himself to go back and sing against him.

Is the disgusting tail following him all the way aimed at him, or at this young girl?

Since meeting at the joint, Feng Qianxue has never used a sword, but the aura on her body reminded Bo Zangzhu of someone.

"How about the abolition of Confucianism?"

"Master passed away a few years ago."

"Oh?" Master Bo Zang opened the folding fan and fanned it symbolically.Sin kills people, some of them died from the tossing of the mad dragon, and most of the rest died of various life and death conditions.In his impression, Fei Confucianism's strength is astonishing, and Kuanglong is also secretly jealous. According to his behavior style, he does not seem to be a person who easily provokes or accepts provocations. This sentence "death" is quite intriguing.

Master Bo Zang didn't intend to continue asking, put down his teacup and stood up, "Let's go."

After walking out of the busy market town, Master Bo Zang suddenly said to Feng Qianxue, "It's really unpleasant to spy from behind."

Comprehending his hint, Feng Qianxue nodded, and directly threw a spell backwards.

It was for the sake of prudence that she had been refraining from having an attack before; since the second crime was the first to speak, don't blame her for not giving face—following orders, and the leader will take responsibility for any problems.

In an instant, the surrounding scene began to erratic, hazy for a while, and slightly distorted. When Liu Jian Tanyue, who was following behind, broke through the chaos, the two of them had long since disappeared.

"Second culprit..."

After walking with Bo Zangzhu for a long time, Feng Qianxue wanted to ask for instructions on the next move.

Master Bo Zang put away his folding fan, and said slowly, "You and I are both too sensitive when walking the rivers and lakes. Your address should be changed...well, just call me 'Master'."

"Yes, Master."

Feng Qianxue changed her mind immediately, and thought about it subtly.Dongying people, masters, etc., she still thinks it's better to wash words like "maid control" out of her mind.

The two walked to an elegant house named "Little Willow in Spring Garden".

When the old gatekeeper saw Master Bo Zang, he immediately invited him in, and apologized that the master had gone to the East China Sea and would return soon. Before leaving, he said, "If a friend comes to visit, please let him stay at ease, and do whatever you want."

Master Bo Zang didn't have any polite words, and he brought Feng Qianxue into the garden, obviously already familiar with it, it can be seen that he has been with the master here for a long time and has a deep friendship.

"I need to rest for a while, there is no other business to do right now, you can move freely for the time being."

Feng Qianxue shook her head.

"The person who chased you has not been completely eradicated, so I'd better stay."

"Are you worried about being targeted again?"

Master Bo Zang pointed out her concerns straight to the point.

Feng Qianxue realized that this might be a signal for the second culprit to relax his vigilance and express friendship - he has been acting together for more than a month, and he dare not say that he understands a person, but at least the aura is enough to understand clearly.

The second culprit is indeed not like the mad dragon.

Therefore, she replied frankly: "Not worried, but very sure."

"Well... If that's the case, you can stay if you want to."

For the next few days, Feng Qianxue spent peacefully in Xiaoliu in the spring garden, practicing swords and raising bubble tea every day, and occasionally chatting with Master Bo Zang.

Bo Zangzhu really doesn't talk much, and always has a feeling of being preoccupied. Feng Qianxue has a personality of talking nonsense to others, and when she encounters loneliness and lack of Feng Qianji, she may sneer and bicker for entertainment. The quiet Lord Bozang was very quiet and polite.

Although she always felt embarrassing when Mr. Bo Zang recited poems.

Judging from the content of the poem, it should be nostalgic for people, and occasionally there is a sigh of nostalgia for the country, but when the poem was recited, the face of this Dongying international friend was full of melancholy and bewilderment.

The style of the poem...the melancholy school's red-loud accent turned into tears of lovesickness...which made Feng Qianxue extremely slanderous.

Don't tell her that the second culprit of literature and art came all the way to the Central Plains to answer for his family, Ana.

Other than that, Chunyuan Xiaoliu had nothing to dissatisfy her.

The environment is elegant and quiet, and the landlord, Jiu Jiangchun, is a refined and handsome man. No matter the living conditions or the scenery, he is not on the same level as the Pit of Sin.Fortunately, her poor aesthetic concept has a chance to be remedied after experiencing various devastation from childhood to adulthood.

The soft willow branches sway gently with the wind, and the sound of the piano is beautiful in the ears. Feng Qianxue is standing behind Master Bo Zang with a human stick, and the landlord Jiujiang Chun of Xiaoliu in the spring garden is playing the piano and reciting poems.

"Lonely waffles, flowing light and a lonely moon wheel, swan geese flying long and sound. Last night, the dream of leisurely pools and flowers fell, and the flowing water shook the river full of love."

"I haven't traveled far, but I am full of sighs of going to the country and homesickness. Are the words overflowing with emotion, or are they hypocritical? It's really hard to understand." The master Bo Zang who sat opposite him shook his head lightly to express, "I really don't like it." untie".

"Hahaha... You have a sharp mouthful, and I deeply feel your personality of hurting others and pleasing yourself. If you really want an answer, it's just... just expressing your worries about writing new words."

"This answer is not your truth."

"Oh? Then who is Jiu Jiangchun's truth?"

Master Bo Zang paused: "Everything is like a dream. Among those who live in this world, there is no immortal."

"This sentence, I should think it is your concern, or... just sigh?"

"what."

Unable to understand how the two of you come and go, Feng Qianxue gives full play to the fine tradition of going in with her left ear and out of her right ear, regardless of the frost on others, and continues to pretend to be a stick.

It's a pity that the two seniors didn't seem to intend to continue the topic just now. Jiu Jiangchun removed the piano, changed the tea set, and turned to her and said: "Miss Feng, let you stand for a long time, my friendship as a landlord is really neglected."

Feng Qianxue replied politely: "Mr. is willing to lend me the collection of books to read. I am very grateful."

Jiu Jiangchun smiled slightly, and cast a playful look at Bo Zangzhu: "I never thought you would find such a capable and studious follower."

"The old housekeeper Xiaoliu in the Spring Garden is also doing his best." Master Bo Zang raised the teacup to his lips and sniffed lightly.

"Although it is loyal and dedicated, it is inevitable that people will lose energy when they get old. Who knows how long it can last?"

Master Bo Zang showed a fox-like smile: "If the old housekeeper is really unable to continue to take care of the little willows in the spring garden, how about letting me take over, and how about the right to thank you?"

"Ha, I will remember this joke."——Jiu Jiangchun happily accepted this proposal that was almost a joke. As for Bo Zangzhu who really became an old man after many years and came to compete for the butler of Spring Garden Xiaoliu, it can only be said that it is It was God's will.

After drinking tea, Bo Zangzhu gradually regained his composure, and stood up to bid farewell to his friend.

"Aren't you going to stay for a few more days?"

"There is a lot of trouble and it must be dealt with as soon as possible."

"Also, I hope that when we meet next time, you can feel relaxed."

"Please."

"Be careful all the way. Miss Feng, if I have a chance, I look forward to enjoying your piano skills." Jiujiangchun sent the two of them to the door in a friendly manner.

Feng Qianxue was surprised that Jiujiangchun saw that she could play the piano, and thought about the lack of entertainment items she had for many years. Jiujiangchun is also a person who loves the piano, so it is not surprising to be able to tell.

But shallow friendship should not be deep, she just bowed and said, "Thank you for your hospitality, and I will leave."

The two walked away gradually, one behind the other, when Master Bo Zang suddenly asked, "Why are you in the Pit of Sin?"

Feng Qianxue was taken aback for a moment, then she replied, "The place of birth."

"So that's how it is," Master Bo Zang raised his gaze from afar, "Have you never thought about leaving?"

"Why did you leave?"

"You don't fit in the Pit of Sin."

Feng Qianxue was silent for a while: "With all due respect, I'm afraid you are not suitable for the second crime."

"Ha." Master Bo Zang stopped in his tracks: "Leave here, I won't turn around, and I haven't seen anything."

Feng Qianxue was shocked when she heard the words, she stabilized her emotions, but said: "It's better to avoid unrealistic plans. Master, where do you plan to go next?"

Master Bo Zang squinted at her: "The appointment with a friend is approaching, let's go to the appointment first."

Looking at the direction ahead, Feng Qianxue recognized from a distance that the towering white mountain was the main peak of Qinggeng Lengfeng.

Do you want to go from the warm plains with an altitude of 200+ to the 4000+ frozen three-foot deserted plateau...

She doesn't like high altitudes, really.

At the same time, the literary youth who was playing the erhu with a lonely lamp suddenly felt itchy ears.

"I'm talking about Yuzai. It is said that his ears turn red when he is missed."

"how?"

"It's about some people's ears are as red as boiled lobsters, and they don't know it. Oh, ah, a young man is passionate, who knows which girl he's offended, and he never forgets it?"

"Mu Shaoai, is it the demeanor an old man should have to judge others by himself?"

"Hoo hoo, it's rare that you are full of energy and hit backhand. Come, come, treat you to candy."

"...I'm not Ah Jiu."

Green Stem Lengfeng. Wangtian Ancient House.

The strong cold wind is guided and controlled by the spell, so that the sound of Lingling's piano will not be cut by the wind.

A stone table, a pot of tea waiting to be boiled, and a blue-gray figure.

"Huh? Taoist, it seems that there is an extra person."

Curiosity was written in Fei Miao's eyes.

The Taoist played the piano indifferently, and mentioned the internal force to transmit the sound: "My friend, since you have arrived, why not invite her to enter together?"

Standing outside the magic circle, Feng Qianxue, who was going to wait obediently, heard the sound transmission, met the eyes of Master Bo Zang, and after getting the other's approval, she silently followed him into the barrier.

Hearing the sound of Daomen's zither in the distance, she couldn't help but stare at Bo Zangzhu's back, and thought, this person is really the second most guilty person?Shouldn't he be a member of some cultural salon?

At the end of the song, hold down the strings with one hand, and the sound of the piano gradually disappears between the ice and snow.

Seeing the squinting-eyed tile pavilion friend bring a young woman to the ancient house, the Taoist couldn't help but smile a little.

With the holy spirit of Confucianism, his eyes are steady and firm, and his foundation is excellent.

Although the friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, he is inevitably curious about the origins of Master Bo Zang and the women around him.

"Mo Chenyin, see you soon."

Feng Qianxue visually inspected the cultivation of the Taoist master in front of him... quite impressive. It would take seven or eight hundred years for him to cultivate such a foundation. It would be absolutely fine to call him senior. He bowed his body and saluted, and stood guard behind Master Bo Zang.

"En." Mo Chenyin went straight to the point: "My friend, don't gossip, let me take a look first."

There was a tacit understanding between the two, Master Bo Zang stretched out his right hand, palm up on the stone table, a faint light from the fingertips of the Taoist swipe along his palm, and there was a green color that was erratic and hard to catch. The evil spirit appeared.

"The situation seems to be deteriorating, do I need to pull it out completely?"

There was a rare trace of hesitation on Bo Zang's usually calm face, but he still nodded and said, "Thank you."

The Taoist held the power of yin and yang from the heavens and the earth in his hands, chanted the mantra, and drew out a ray of evil energy that was so weak that it was almost invisible from the forehead of Bo Zangzhu.

Bo Zangzhu felt that his mind was clear, and then he felt a sense of chaos, so that long after Mo Chenyin put away his spells, his eyes were still half-open.

"How does it feel?"

Returning from a trance, Master Bo Zang closed his eyes and adjusted his breath: "It seems to have been completely ruled out."

"Can it affect memory?"

"……none."

The memory is already blurred, but now it is only a little more vague, so there is no need to worry about it.

"It's so good. The tea is ready, friends, let's take a rest." Mo Chenyin then turned his attention to Feng Qianxue: "This is..."

"Feng Qianxue, I'm bothering you."

"It's okay." Mo Chenyin felt a strange feeling in his heart.Probably half of the reason came from the hexagrams that were randomly deduced last night because of being annoyed by fellow practitioners, and half of it came from Master Bo Zang's attitude towards the little girl.

The ethereal will of God refers to "inheritance".

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