Master of the Worlds

Chapter 515 I'm Not a Returner, I'm a Passerby
I walked through Jiangnan
The face waiting in the seasons is like the blooming and falling of a lotus

If the east wind does not come, the catkins in March do not fly
Your heart is like a small lonely city
Just like the bluestone streets in the evening

The sound is silent, and the spring curtain of March is not lifted

Your heart is a small casement closed tightly

My donkey's hoof is a beautiful mistake
I'm not a native, I'm a passerby...

Well, a song "Wrong" by Zheng Yuchou, after being changed by Mufeng
The whole poem has changed.

Therefore, those who ride donkeys are not as stylish as those who ride horses, although not all horse riders are princes, even though Tang Seng is taller, richer and more handsome than princes.

With these boring thoughts flashing in his mind, Mu Feng rode his little white donkey tick-tock, unknowingly he had already covered half of the territory of the Song Kingdom.

then
The reason why this poem appears is naturally not to reminisce about my ordinary 20 years, but because
Mu Feng, riding a little white donkey, has arrived all the way to the south of the Yangtze River.

And when Mufeng was sitting on the little donkey, gnawing on a freshly roasted unicorn leg, with a pot of fruit wine brewed from mutated yellow plums in his right hand.

A black shadow suddenly descended from the sky.

Mu Feng raised his head and saw a bright red hydrangea with the word "happy" embroidered on it falling straight towards him.

Following the trajectory of the falling hydrangea, Mufeng saw the girl standing by the guardrail of a three-story building at a glance.

The girl covered her face with a light veil, only showing the part above her nose.

But even though only half of the face can be seen, it does not affect the girl's beauty at all. Instead, it gives people a hazy beauty that is half-covered with a pipa, which further arouses people's exploration of the mystery and makes people want to pick it up. Take a look at her complete face under her veil.

As if sensing Mu Feng's gaze, when Mu Feng looked at her, a blush appeared on the girl's face covered by the light veil, and she lowered her head shyly.

It's just a pair of good-looking eyes, but still secretly looking at Mufeng.

Seeing the hydrangea about to hit Mu Feng, the girl couldn't help but show a hint of joy and anticipation in her eyes.

Then, under the girl's expectant eyes, under the eyes of the people around the girl full of good-natured smiles, and under the "envious, jealous, hateful" and desperate eyes of the crowd in front of her, Mu Feng withdrew his gaze and looked at the person who was less than half a meter away from him. hydrangea.

"puff!"

Blowing lightly on the hydrangea, the hydrangea that was coming straight towards the pastoral wind was changed drastically, and returned to the girl's hand on the third-floor attic at a strange angle.

In an instant, the crowd was in an uproar.

There are only a handful of people in the Song Dynasty who can display this skill.

After Mu Feng showed this move, the envy and hatred in the eyes of everyone, as well as the kind of eyes that seemed to kill their father and enemy, disappeared, and were replaced by deep awe.

Looking at the attic, a middle-aged man in his forties beside the girl couldn't help laughing heartily.

"Okay! Very good! Very good! It's my luck, Nie Jia!"

The middle-aged man laughed with satisfaction, but the girl couldn't help showing a trace of sadness in her eyes.

"Why? Is there any way I am not worthy of you?"

She couldn't help asking herself softly, doubting her own perfection for the first time.

When the fate of my previous life came, when my hydrangea was thrown away, the other party was not only not happy, but returned his hydrangea.

This...can't help but make her feel lost.

She will never forget that when she was young, a big man with a sword landed in the courtyard of her house and attracted the guards of the entire courtyard.

She will also never forget the complicated look in the big man's eyes when she hid behind her mother out of curiosity and peeked at the big man secretly.

There are reminiscences, loss, joy, and sadness, a look, full of the first half of the emotions.

Of course, what she couldn't forget the most was the words that came from the big man's mouth after that look.

"Eleven years later, in March in Yangchun, on the Xiulou, the scholar who came riding a white donkey hit by the hydrangea ball is the cause of your previous life."

After saying that, the big man looked at himself with complicated eyes again, and stepped on his sword again before the guards surrounded him.

But the words he left behind almost spread to the ears of everyone in the entire Nie Mansion.

At that time, I didn't understand what the big man meant.

But I heard my father said excitedly that the big man with the flying sword is the legendary sword fairy, the existence of the ultimate practice of the "skill" passed down by the ancestors of the Fuxi family.

With such an existence, there are all kinds of supernatural powers in every gesture, which is beyond human comprehension.

Cracking mountains and cracking rocks, killing people thousands of miles away is just idleness, predicting the future, and calculating the world's affairs are also common means.

Therefore, my father concluded that it was an "immortal" who had mastered the art of cultivation and came to the world, and he was pointing out his marriage.

Therefore, no one in the entire Nie family, including her, ever doubted this marriage.

Therefore, in order not to be unworthy of this destined marriage guided by the immortal, she has been working hard to make herself better and better since she was sensible.

Fortunately, she is worthy of being a woman destined to be married. Not only does she have a beautiful face, but she also has good family affairs and incredible qualifications.

Not to mention being proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, martial arts and martial arts also have extraordinary talents.

Now that Fang is eighteen, her martial arts cultivation is not weaker than the first-class masters in the Song Kingdom, and other than the five peerless masters, there is only the known top [-] masters who can be stronger than her. master.

As for the cultivation of skills, she is advancing at the same level, not weaker than her own martial arts realm.

Such an excellent woman, whenever she thinks about the marriage that Du Xianren pointed out, she always fantasizes unconsciously.

With such a self, what kind of person will the other half be in marriage?
Is the aptitude against the sky, stronger than yourself?

Is it because of his outstanding talent that he can point out the world and show his style?

Is it invincible in the world, and no one in the world is worth a glance?
In short, in the girl's fantasy, her future husband must be someone who is worthy of her talent and better than herself.

It's not that she didn't think about what to do if the other party is a poor and useless trash, but in the girl's mind, how can the marriage that can be facilitated by the birth of an immortal be so unbearable?
Until today, after standing on the embroidered building and looking at a young man riding a white donkey from a distance, her uneasy heart finally relaxed.

Even, when she looked at the handsome and unrestrained young man riding on the white donkey, she couldn't help being inexplicably happy in her heart.

Although this is not a world that looks at faces, it is undeniable that having an outstanding face can indeed add a lot of points to people.

However, it never occurred to her that her fate in her previous life would not pick up her hydrangea.

(End of this chapter)