Wandering the Immortals and Martial Heavens

"Young Master Zhao? Young Master Zhao?"

"Well, sorry, I didn't hear what the leader said just now."

Zhao Min didn't expect that his mind would be distracted, and he didn't know if the person in front of him would laugh at him.

"Master Zhao, do you have a piano here?"

"Master, please wait a moment, Ah Da, go and get my qin."

When Ah Da brought the qin, Jing Zhou sat holding the qin, and instantly seemed to be a different person, the whole person was like the fairy above the nine heavens, and when the qin was played, it made people feel like they were in a fairyland, drifting away. Fly, as if riding the wind.

Just listen to Jing Zhou's elegant voice, accompanied by the sound of the piano: "The white paper scroll, with a few strokes to paint the depths of the rivers and lakes, it is difficult to paint your face that is not stained with dust."

At this moment, Zhao Min was fascinated. She forgot the purpose of inviting Jing Zhou and his party here today, the turbulent struggles in the rivers and lakes, and even more her own identity.

It seems that there are only the purple figure and the echoing sound of the piano in the world.

The waves are surging on the top of the mountain, the dust is flying from the bottom of the well, his eyebrows are round, and his pupils are also full of water. It is the beauty under the mask, and the poetry hidden behind the brightness.

She didn't know if it was because the love didn't know where it started, and it went deeper and deeper.

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"Hey, is what you said counted?"

"Huh? I don't know what that sentence is?"

"You said you would keep a pen and ink."

Seeing that Jing Zhou had forgotten, Zhao Min pouted, and his tone was three parts coquettish, three parts dissatisfied, and three parts angry.

Now she is looking forward to how the person in front of her will be.

"Haha, of course I won't forget it, as long as you don't dislike it."

When someone brings the brush and ink, Zhao Min grinds the ink himself and waits for Jing Zhou to write.

Picking up the pen, Jing Zhou looked at Zhao Min, and without thinking, he swiped the ink on the paper.

"This man's handwriting is really beautiful. His handwriting is thin but full of pride. His sharpness is like cutting gold and jade. He is graceful and graceful, just like him. I didn't expect that he, as the leader of Mingjiao, is not like ordinary people in the world who can only dance. The knife is sticky." Zhao Min kept thinking and looking down.

"I remember that Xiao makeup was all over, and I went back to the pond outside Qulangan. I was bored and sat in the lotus room. The place where the mandarin ducks flew across, the wind brought a little coolness."

After writing the first sentence, Zhao Min felt an indescribable discomfort in his heart.She then looked down,

"Put it in the green gauze smoke for the moon, and call the maid to blow out the orchid vat. Slowly move the Shan pillow to lean on the silver bed. The silk bag cages jasmine, and the silk socks crush the betel man."

A que made Zhao Min feel melancholy, and he couldn't help saying angrily: "You are really bad, the poem Linjiang Xian makes people feel uncomfortable, this one doesn't count, you have to write a song that makes people happy. "

This is hard for him. In his previous life, all the poems Jing Zhou read were sad ones, and this old master has never written cheerful ones. It seems that he can only write this poem by himself.

Since he crossed over, his thinking has become more agile. Although he is not as good as Cao Zijian, and he is half a prosperous Tang Dynasty when he embroiders, but he will not embarrass himself because of his speechlessness if he wants to fight with that Li Bai.

He looked up at the sky, pondered for a while, and understood the seven words of a poem.

Zhao Ren is the most talented person in the world

Odd updates to agile articles

Fengya should push itself

Hua Yi sees again today

Juechen sentence chasing predecessors

Generation after generation

The scenery is just for drunk eyes

Chatting in the boat to express my affection

In one go, Jing Zhou looked at Zhao Min with a playful smile and said, "Mr. Zhao, how about this one? Are you satisfied?"

Grabbing the poem, she put it away and hid it in her bosom. Zhao Min shyly said, "You're such a good person..." After saying a few words, she couldn't say it again. This is a hidden acrostic poem. Well, she is a daughter's family, even though she is bold and unrestrained, she is a bit thin-skinned when faced with the love of women here.

After a pause, Zhao Min said again: "Brother Wang, why don't you give me the sword in your waist? You said that nightshade died for the sword for Longyang in the previous life, but in this life, Brother Wang gave me back the sword, but it is good?"

She is eccentric, and now Brother Wang is shouting, staring at Jing Zhou with big eyes, charming and charming, as if they were really a brother and sister in their previous life.

"Why don't you bear it? If you want it, I'll give it to you." After speaking, Jing Zhou gave Zhao Min the Yitian Sword on his waist, and wanted to come over to her fake Yitian Sword, holding it carefully in his hand. I took a second look, and it really looks the same.

"Don't lose this sword, it will be of great use in the future."

"Brother Wang, don't worry, how can I be willing to throw away such a precious sword!"

At this time, seeing Jingzhou giving him the Yitian Sword that everyone in the Jianghu wanted to fight for without hesitation, Zhao Min was in a good mood and kept nodding with a smile.

The dragon-slaying sword commands the world, and no one dares not to obey. If you rely on the sky to come out, who will fight for the front.

For the people in Jianghu, this Yitian sword weighs no less than their own lives.

With a sound of "bang dang", Zhao Min drew out the Yitian sword, and saw the cold light shining on it, and the sword aura was overwhelming. It was really a peerless magic weapon, and with a wave of the sword in his hand, a sword aura smashed on the railing beside him, "Kacha "One stroke, like cutting tofu with a knife, splits the railing in two.

"Good sword!" Pushing the sword back into the scabbard, Zhao Min thought for a while, took a bead flower from her head, held it tightly in her hand, and handed it to Jing Zhou after a while.

"Give this to you, don't want it, and don't give it away."

She said it freely and casually, but she was extremely nervous in her heart, lest the person in front of her would refuse.

"Master Zhao gave it, how dare you not take it?"

Jing Zhou took Zhuhua, looked at it carefully, and put it in his arms.

The beauty of Zhao Min has a deadly temptation, which makes Jing Zhou want to give up this arena for a moment and join hands with her to go back to seclusion.

Talk about royal power and wealth, talk about precepts and clear rules.Quietly ask the son, is the daughter beautiful, is the daughter beautiful~

At this time, he realized the difficulty of the Daughter Kingdom, which is as difficult as climbing to the sky. Otherwise, why would the holy monk sweat so much on his forehead? Is it too hot?And why do you gallop on horses when you leave the daughter's country, and stroll in the garden at other times?

Perhaps when the holy monk shouted "marry", it was the white dragon horse who heard it wrong. . . . . .

After all, he still thought of that sentence: If the heart is as clear as ice, the sky will not be shocked!

"Young Master Zhao, let's decide the victory at Guangmingding."

"Brother Wang is leaving? Why don't you stay for a night?"

When she realized that Jing Zhou wanted to leave, Zhao Min felt very reluctant. For some reason, even though the two met for the first time, Jing Zhou occupied a place in her heart, and the Jiang Guo incident kept reappearing in her mind.

"If you don't leave, I'm afraid Mr. Zhao will hook your soul away, haha, let's go."

After greeting Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao, Jing Zhou floated up lightly, swept three or four feet, and ran towards the outside of the village.

Looking at the back of Jing Zhou who was leaving gracefully, Zhao Min spit lightly, until the shadow disappeared, she resumed her previous cold makeup.

"Ah Da Ah Er, you go and keep an eye on Shaolin Wudang, and then let the people under your hand spread the news, explaining that the teaching wants to produce six sects in one fell swoop and unify the martial arts. For those sects that are still delayed, you pretend to be Mingjiao Everyone, go and kill a few of his disciples. Let’s see how long these righteous people can endure!"

The Righteous Way in Jianghu has had a long-standing grievance with the Mingjiao, and coupled with the temptation of interests, Zhao Min only needs to fan the flames and push them a little bit, so that these famous and righteous ways can gather together to crusade against the demons and monsters.

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