[Ancient Sword] Chu Gong Qionghua

The sound was already attracting attention, but he walked slowly and sluggishly, and many disciples who were practicing swords below were affected to look over.

Huai Wei had just finished walking the steps lazily, when someone beside him suddenly yelled something, which shocked him and made him more energetic.

"Who wears rain teeth?!" A middle-aged cultivator walked over with his hands behind his back. All the disciples saluted him and called him the elder of the precepts. He scolded as he walked, "Do you still know the rules?"

Huaiwei knew many dialects and dialects, hadn't heard of clogs being called this way, but he could guess it, turned around to look at the visitor, bowed warmly and said: "I'm new to your sect and don't know the important places, I'm really sorry for disturbing everyone's practice."

The elder commandment had a solemn face, he must be a man of etiquette, but he stared at him for a long time, uncertain, and asked in a trembling voice: "Your Excellency is an old friend of Master Ziyin?"

Huai Wei didn't answer, but squinted his eyes, but asked: "Have you seen me?"

"No, no, I just heard the real person say it." The precept elder hurriedly said, fell silent after speaking, sighed, looked up at his white hair again, seemed a little melancholy, "It's just..."

Huai Wei didn't finish listening to his words, stepped on the wooden clogs and walked up the steps, creaking all the way, leisurely, like a young man out for a spring outing.Above the long steps, Murong Ziying has stood there for some time and for how long.

Yun Rong looked at Huai Wei's back as he walked away step by step, and wiped his sweat with trembling hands. In Jimo 30 years ago, he was curious and peeked at Huai Wei's appearance for a while, and his fear turned into a nightmare. Today I was able to see Huaiwei's undamaged first appearance, and that face finally faded in my mind.

In the guest room, the incense has just been lit, the delicacies and rare wines are ready, and new flowers are in the bottle to send incense. I don't know who has the heart.

Murong Ziying sat beside Huai Wei, looked at him seriously, and said, "If you want to eat, you should wait in your room."

Huai Wei seemed to want to refute, but she couldn't say anything to Murong Ziying, she smiled helplessly, and said: "Okay, okay..."

The delicious food on the table is mouth-watering, Huai Wei didn't say anything, she couldn't stop when she picked up the chopsticks, and when she moved, she also had her own demeanor, elegant and bold, as if she was born with it.

Murong Ziying looked at Huaiwei eating, and she also looked a bit happy and satisfied, turned her eyes away, and said: "I have nothing to give you, Yi Shui is folded in Nanzhao, I will give you another sword, and give it to you with my own hands." cast."

Huai Wei swallowed what was in her mouth, frowned and said: "I am infatuated with Qin, and if I don't seek the way of swordsmanship, don't you have to work so hard."

Murong Ziying was startled for a moment, she remained silent and just nodded.

Seeing this, Huaiwei added softly, "It's not convenient to carry a sword, so I use a dagger, it must be delicate and beautiful."

Murong Ziying still nodded.

Both of them are wandering around the world, living in no fixed place, it's hard to find a good casting place, so it's better to bother them to the end.The next day, Murong Ziying borrowed Tianyong's sword casting furnace and went up the mountain to search for fire ores as charcoal fire.

In this place where there are countless exotic trees and flowers, Huaiwei naturally came together, walking behind Murong Ziying to pick some rare herbs, the birds in the forest sensed his breath, and boldly came up to say hello.

There are many rocks, clear and majestic, the mountain road is winding and steep, there is still snow on the bushes next night, occasionally squirrels and hares jump over it, the clogs Huaiwei wears have not been changed, the mountain road is like walking on flat ground, Murong Ziying He never looked back, and he knew that he was behind him by hearing the voice.

"I haven't seen Miss Mu since Jimo." Murong Ziying suddenly remembered, and asked, "Have you gone to reincarnation?"

Huai Wei said: "No, I asked her to find a friend of mine, and she went to retreat for meditation. She knows how the future will go."

Murong Ziying said: "Your people, you are the master."

Huai smiled and didn't speak, but the people in front stopped.

I was walking and suddenly lost my way. In front of me was a cliff and an abyss. Clouds and mists were rolling, and the fragrance of flowers was also strong and lingering. Looking forward, I saw a huge platform, like a tongue protruding from the cliff, which has been transformed into a mountain for thousands of years. There are precious stones on it, which are full of precious materials that can be used for refining medicine. It seems that someone planted them specially.

Huaiwei stepped forward and hugged Murong Ziying, and said with a light smile, "Fire minerals are rare, and most of them are buried deep in the ground. Since there are people living here, go and ask."

Murong Ziying nodded and said, "That's exactly what I mean."

Laughter came from my ears again, the warm breath made my head dizzy, the mountain wind blew my icy white hair, and swept across Murong Ziying's lips, the radiance and tenderness in those eyes belonged to him, it still seems like a dream .

He couldn't help but raised his hand and stroked Huaiwei's cheek.

Three times

Blossoms of blooming brocade, dense fragrance wrapping around the body into fog, flowers that vary from season to season, are all blooming in one place, Huai Wei is obsessed with watching, but her face is a bit dazed.

Among the ten thousand zhang cliffs, amidst the cold clouds and white clouds, the branches are full of flowers, and the flowers are colorful. Turning around, one by one, looking carefully, there seems to be no one in this world who can appreciate their beauty better than him. His gaze seemed to give them souls.

Snow-white hair caressed the tender and delicate flowers, Huaiwei raised his hand and searched among the flowers, he found a rose with the darkest color, picked it off, turned around and asked Murong Ziying: "Is it red?"

Murong Ziying looked at the rose in his hand and nodded.

Huaiwei finally laughed, it must have been as red as blood, he put a rose on Murong Ziying's crown, and went to brush up his long messy hair.

Seeing him bow his head, Murong Ziying moved closer to help him straighten his ice-white hair.

Who would have the heart to disturb them, but someone from the Flower Shadow Empress asked, "Who are you, and why did you pick my flowers without authorization?"

Huai Wei took the hair out of Murong Ziying's hand, turned to look at the person coming, and said softly: "It is against the law of heaven to confuse the four seasons."

That person walked out of the flowers, wearing the clothes of the elders of Tianyong City, but he was a young man who had just arrived, with red lips and bright eyes, and a beautiful face, like a woman, but elegant and peaceful, even walking, very gentle, with a gentle temperament like good jade .He stopped three steps away from Huaiwei, quietly, and looked at them extremely carefully, from plain satin and white hair, half-sleeved long clothes, to the wooden clogs under his bare feet, just like Huaiwei looking at those flowers.

Huai slightly tilted his head, his face was calm and desolate, allowing him to look at him.

But Murong Ziying stepped forward and said: "Your Excellency is from Tianyong City, a certain Ziyin, dare to ask the number?"

"I don't have a Taoist name." The young man replied, but his eyes did not leave Huai Wei, looking unscrupulously, "I am the elder of Xia Ning Dan, Feng Nian."

Feng Nian saw that it wasn't enough, walked around Murong Ziying to Huaiwei, touched the white hair on his chest, and said casually, "That's the blue rose that I grew very hard."

Huai Wei opened her mouth, but was speechless in a daze, and frowned like falling frost.

Feng Nian suddenly smiled, and said: "No one has visited here for many years, since you are here, let's come in." After saying that, he turned around, and walked ahead to lead the way without waiting for the two to answer.

Huaiwei followed closely behind, Murong Ziying followed closely behind Huaiwei, raising her hand from time to time to try to pull him, but it was a pity that Huaiwei was not wearing wide sleeves, and it was too ugly to pull the outer shirt, and it was not good to just hold the wrist dare.

Passing through the curtain of flower trees, you will arrive at the steep stone wall, covered with moss and flower vines, and bees looming from time to time.Huai Wei suddenly turned around to look at Murong Ziying, and said coldly, "You lied to me."

Murong Ziying pursed her lips and remained silent, lowered her eyelids, and took off the blue rose on the crown.

Huai Wei squinted his eyes, the delicate flower turned into powder and fell to the ground, he suppressed his voice and said: "Don't lie to me."

Murong Ziying grabbed his hand suddenly, looked up at him: "Okay."

The two passed through the barrier and walked straight into the stone wall, where there was a different world.Needless to say, the clusters of flowers are tight, warm and bright butterflies are flying, and there are all kinds of household items. There are many portraits hanging on the stone walls around.

Feng Nian had already prepared the pen and paper, and set up a table full of color and ink, when he saw Huai Wei approaching, he immediately went up to meet him, and said eagerly: "Can you let me take a portrait of Mr., I will give you whatever you want or ask. "

Huai Wei raised her eyebrows, suddenly cold and contemptuous, looked at the portraits on the wall, and asked, "Why?"

Feng Nian shook his head and sighed, his jade-like temperament dissipated like smoke just now, tsk tsk said: "I have been in Tianyong City since I can remember, but I have no intention of cultivating immortals, I just want to hide all the beauties in the world in the painting, but this beauty has seen a lot , and gradually lost awareness of the beauty of a beauty, and finally had to stay here alone."

"When I saw Mr. today, it was so wonderful. I realized that I have been doing this for 30 years. I really don't see any mistakes in my life." All were annoyed.

Huai Wei sneered, "The elder's ability to be like two different people in an instant is really much more wonderful than disguise."

Feng Nianquan didn't care, and was about to speak, Murong Ziying said first: "There are cultivators in the world who only want beauty."

"That's wrong. I only want beauty and not sex." Feng Nian looked at Murong Ziying, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Besides, with my ability, I am more than enough to be an elder of Ningdan."

This raised eyebrow was somewhat similar to Huai Wei, Huai Wei felt familiar with that pretty face, but they had never seen it before.

"I agree with you." Huaiwei sat down on the spot among the flowers in front of the desk, lazily leaning on a dead tree, with white hair hanging down, and said to Murong Ziying, "Murong, take a look here, just take what you need. You are Welcome."

Feng Nianxi's expression is bright, and he only cares about the beauty of Danqing, so he doesn't care what Murong Ziying takes.

This painting was drawn until nightfall, when Murong Ziying finished picking things, she kept watching from the sidelines.Huaiwei's magnificence is not in his appearance, he is only more British and beautiful, not to mention the beauty that is hard to describe in words, and the beauty of painting is hard to draw. With Feng Nian's wonderful brushwork, his posture, eyebrows and eyes can have twelve points, his person Charm lies in rhyme.

The painting was completed. Feng Nian looked at the person in the painting. His white hair was more than ice, his plain clothes were moonlight, and his bare feet rested on wooden clogs.