Han Shan’s Sword Unsheathed

Unlike the guilds of Ji Xiao or Mingyue Lake, Hu Woo is really not like a saint.

As a saint, he gave the first question to the world of spiritual practice, just like a mortal in the city pushed open the window facing the street and greeted the neighbor next door.

Meng Xueli really wanted to leave, barely holding back.

The yellowish airspace remained silent for a long time, and people looked up into the shadow of "Red Cloud", which is the vermilion ship of the Lord of the Great Lakes.

Suddenly, a clear breeze came down from the sky, blowing dust, and the world was suddenly clear.

At last the horizon was wide, Meng Xueli looked down, crossed all kinds of flying implements in the air, saw the dunes undulating, and looked at the boundless Gobi. Hanhai really deserves its reputation.

Everyone was in an uproar, and saw several white gauze hanging down beside the red ship, and two beautiful silhouettes fell gracefully, like the Nine Heavens mysterious woman descending on the dust, stepping on the waves to face the wind, and drifted toward the cloud boat of Hanshan.

These two beautiful women are the favored princes of the Lord of Tianhu. Blue skirt woman masterpiece spring water, green skirt woman masterpiece autumn light.

The spring water is gentle and quiet, the autumn light is bright and lively, and the others seem to be like fairy concubines, and the realm master has both, embracing left and right, I do n’t know how happy.

However, Meng Xueli thought that Hu Wuxi was wearing a crimson blouse and was getting along with these two people. They were together in three colors of red, green and blue. I am afraid the picture was dazzling.

The two women landed on the deck, squinting, and walked in diameter towards Meng Xueli:

"Realm Master invited Elder Meng to speak on board."

Lord Ziyanfeng stepped forward two steps, standing obliquely in front of Meng Xueli: "Two fairies, dare to ask the Master what is the point?"

There is a suspicion of disrespect for this blocking, but no one can take away Hanshan disciples casually under the eyes of the public.

Chun Shui did not answer, and the lively autumn light said loudly:

"Of course there are important things. Before the death of Jianzun Xian, there is a gift to be given to the Taoist companions, but it is a pair of magic instruments. A‘ tired of rain ’and a‘ tired wind. ’

Her voice was clear and spread far away. Meng Xueli, who was not waiting to be stunned, said ‘I do n’t know’, and she continued:

"It's a matter of great importance, and I also invite you to get on board."

Everyone looked different.

Meng Xueli frowned slightly. What kind of ‘rain-wearing’ and ‘tired wind’, is n’t Jianzun ’s gift stored in Hengtong Juyuan ’s timeless generations? Why did it come to Hu Shou again?

He said: "I can't get the sword, I can't get up."

The current height is the limit of Hanshan Cloud Boat.

Hu Tian laughed from the sky.

A huge red lotus bloomed at Meng Xueli's feet. The petals stretched layer by layer, like a cluster of jumping firelight.

Everyone stared intently. Mind moves a bit, the void becomes a sage supernatural power.

Meng Xueli stepped up and set foot on another lotus flower. Every time he fell, the new red lotus bloomed in front of his eyes, and the old lotus withered behind him, like layers of steps, sending him along the clouds.

In the hearts of the people, the sage supernatural power was used to do such a thing. But the Lord of Tianhu Realm is indeed someone who can do such a thing.

Some people think that in such a big show, Meng Xueli is not worried about being unable to withstand it and damaging the good fortune?

However, Meng Xueli thought, how would Hu Teng turn around if he fell from the sky if he ended up halfway?

The vermilion ship ascends to the morning sun, the clouds are steaming and the scenery is magnificent.

Chunshui and Qiuguang flew from behind, leading him into the boat from left to right.

The treasure ship is huge and contains a spatial array, such as a courtyard. Meng Xueli followed the two, climbed the building and walked through the corridor, and came to a quiet room.

The smoky interior is filled with smoke, but it is not the sandalwood quiet fragrance that practitioners often order, and the taste is more fragrant and beautiful, like a midnight ephemeral. They stepped on the cool bamboo mat, bypassed the heavy curtains, and finally saw Hu Hu.

The Lord of Tianhu Great Realm sits on the futon, facing the tea table, wearing a plain robe for visitors, cross-legged and making tea, and the posture is quiet and quiet, as if he will enter the Ding Tao in the next moment.

It doesn't look like it was just a nonchalant, unscrupulous look.

The two beauties retreated silently.

Meng Xueli gave a salute: "Meet the border master."

Hu Chao raised his hand: "Sit."

Meng Xueli sat down and asked: "Dare to ask the master, what is" tired from rain "and" tired wind "?

As if he had expected that he would come to the door and asked him this question, he smiled and said: "Don't worry, drink tea."

Meng Xueli took a drink. The entrance is as sweet as Lingquan, with a bitter aftertaste.

Hu Ran said: "You don't feed fish in Changchun Peak, what are you doing here, there is no peach blossom in the desert."

Meng Xueli smiled: "Everyone knows that I'm here to win the prize for Dabi. I have a deep relationship with my fellow mates and naturally want to fight for his relics. Even if things can't be done, we must try our best."

Hu Ran shook his head: "In this way, you can just cheat others. I'm not the fool in Hanshan Ancestral Hall."

When Ji Xiao lived to worship the ceremony, his widow cried in public. Those who saw the situation wept, and those who heard it were sad.

Meng Xueli managed to calm down, but was forced to be a bit sharp: "How to deceive? Not for this, why can I?"

Ji Xiao once asked for medicine for him, and the panacea was made by Hu Wu. With Meng Xueli's temperament, he should be very grateful to Hu. But deep in his heart, he always kept a trace of vigilance.

When he first saw Hu Wu, he was still a demon, and the demon had a keen sense of danger.

Hu Chao said to Ji Xiao that a demon is a demon, and wildness is untamable. It is not proper for you to confound cause and effect with this demon.

He tended to be docile and repeated his loyalty to Ji Xiao.

Hu Chao said that he pretended to be good-natured and only acted for a while. He had to calm down for three years and let Ji Xiao see his sincerity.

However, it is like the color of the fur of the birds and beasts in the mountains and forests. Over time, the protective color gradually changes to the color.

Only in the face of old friends, such as Que Xianming, only showed a little inner temperament.

"It's not a lie?" Hu He didn't care about his rudeness, as if he heard some jokes: "Love is so profound? How long have you known Ji Xiao? You don't know him. I have known him for more than two hundred years ..."

The realm master slowly said: "The beginning of the sky is endless sword, everlasting Changchun Peak, he always can't live with eternal things, such as heaven and earth, such as time. Such an arrogant person, I am afraid that he will only fall in love with his shadow. Deep weight? "

Meng Xueli heard him say that Ji Xiao was arrogant and could n’t help being annoyed. He sneered: “I ’m sorry, Ji Xiao just likes me. I was originally a demon, and demon most confuse people. He was confused by me. Oil, singing every night ... It ’s hard to tell outsiders what happened between the companions. "

The thicker the smile in Hu Ran's eyes, the more the water ripples, and Meng Xueli feels a bad hunch.

Hu Woo leaned over slightly and whispered in his ear:

"It seems that Ji Xiao didn't tell you, I'm a master of Fengyuedao. Just looking at you, you know that Yuanyang is still there, without love."

Before his words fell, Meng Xue's color suddenly changed, and suddenly stood up.

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