This deity is handsome and splits the sky

Waking up the next morning, the two of them went about their business as usual, as if nothing had happened, and neither of them mentioned what happened last night.

Feng Zhuxue behaved as usual, mainly Qingfeng, no matter what he was doing, he always looked at Feng Zhuxue intentionally or unintentionally from the corner of his eye, as if he was afraid that Feng Zhuxue would suddenly get angry.It's really because the wind and snow made him throw away the rabbit lamp last night was a bit unexpected, which made Qingfeng a little worried.

But Qingfeng stubbornly took the lantern back and hung it by the window. Feng Cuixue just glanced at it with a half-smile, and didn't say anything more.

Feng Cuixue still remembered Tong'er's recommendation, Dingsheng Lou's Paxia Puja was very delicious, so the two of them went to Shengdinglou to eat Paxia Puja.

Beidi likes to eat mutton and yak. ​​The mutton is fat but not greasy.In the cold winter, such a pot of hot lamb is really warm to the bone.

Shengding Building is very good at doing business, and there is a platform under the hall for storytellers to give lectures.The whole store was lively, a group of people were cooking meat while listening to the teacher's lecture. The storyteller was fat, round and rich, with a kind and smiling face, and his voice was even more ups and downs when he was speaking, giving him a special sense of joy.

Feng Cuixue and Qingfeng were sitting in a private room on the second floor, they couldn't hear the noise in the building, but the storyteller's voice was so loud that he could hear it clearly even sitting on the second floor, it was a good place to get quiet amidst the noise.

When the storyteller was talking about the protagonist's efforts to pick one hundred and eight bandits on the mountain, there was a noise from the next door, and a few people came out.

A few low-key people came in, the leader was wrapped in a black cloak, and the hood covered his face, but he couldn't hide his noble aura.The rest of them also had swords around their waists, like monks.

For some reason, this person looked familiar.

While Feng Zuixue was recalling, the man wrapped in a black cloak also turned his head to look at Feng Zuixue, with surprise in his eyes.However, with just one glance, the black-robed man quickly went out with the rest and disappeared without a trace.

"Know?" Qingfeng picked up the boiled meat and put it on the plate that was driven by the wind.

"It looks familiar, but I don't remember it." Feng Zuixue picked up the meat and ate it, "I can't remember it, forget it."

After about another cup of tea time, the storyteller has already mentioned that the protagonist has picked another mountain, and this time it is even more powerful, single-handedly picking two hundred and eight bandits.There was another noise from the next compartment, and Feng Zuixue looked sideways, only to find another acquaintance.

Fang Jianhong and a man dressed as a scribe came out from the next door one after the other. Fang Jianhong also saw the wind and snow, so he said something to the man dressed as a scribe, and the scribe left first.Only then did Fang Jianhong wave to Feng Cuixue, "Brother Feng Xian?"

"What a coincidence, we meet again, handsome brother, sit down." Feng Zuixue patted the seat beside her.

With a bright smile on Fang Jianhong's face, he glanced at Qingfeng beside Feng Jixue, sat down on the other side, and asked casually, "I didn't expect Brother Feng Xian to be next door, how long have you been here? "

"Hmm... half an hour?"

Fang Jianhong's eyes flashed with deep thought, but it was only for a moment, and soon he looked at Qingfeng with a bright smile, "We meet again, you are brother Fengxian's Taoist partner, hello, I am Fang Jianhong Hong."

"Qingfeng." Qingfeng said lightly.

Fang Jianhong hissed lightly, his expression more respectful, "I have admired you for a long time."

Feng Zuixue asked curiously: "Have you heard his name before?"

Fang Jianhong stroked the hair on his forehead, "Hey, the names of fellow Taoists Qingfeng are posted all over the streets and alleys of the city. It's hard not to know."

The past few days have been so carefree that I almost forgot about it... Feng Qixue raised her eyebrows at Qingfeng, expressing some doubts about Qingfeng's sudden honesty.

Fang Jianhong clasped his hands and said, "Daoist Qingfeng trusts me so much, don't worry, I won't say anything about it."

Qingfeng said lightly: "It's not about you, it's about trusting Niguang Saber Master."

"Ahahaha." Fang Jianhong said with a smile: "Since inheriting my father's sword, everyone seldom calls me by my name. It's all called by the master of the Niguang sword. I didn't expect fellow daoists to be no exception. It's really shocking." ..."

"What's the matter, isn't it all about you?" Feng Zhuxue said strangely: "Yesterday you were humble with me, but today it seems that your sword is really famous."

Fang Jianhong laughed awkwardly, "Slightly famous, slightly famous."

"Then what is the name of the most famous divine soldier in the world?" Feng Cuixue asked.

"Of course it's the Immortal Slayer Sword." Fang Jianhong didn't even think about it, and when he saw the wind and the snow looked puzzled, he took the initiative to explain, "This sword used to be the treasure of the Tianyan Sect, and it is said that it can be broken without the sheath With the power of demons, once the sword is unsheathed, all monsters will kneel down."

"so smart?"

"How can you dare to be called 'Slaying Immortal' if you are not powerful? This is the sword that Jun Yun Ya used to sharpen his master and master!"

"The meat is ready." Qingfeng's voice interrupted abruptly.

Feng Cuixue didn't even look at the sliced ​​meat that Qingfeng put into the bowl, stared at Qingfeng's dark eyes for a moment, then smiled at Fang Jianhong and said, "Go on."

"Then Yun Ya-jun took the Immortal-Slaying Sword and ran away. Later, Xie Wuchen led the crowd to attack Kunlun Mountain. It was a crusade, and he also wanted to take back the Immortal-Slaying Sword. Unfortunately, after Yun Ya-jun's death, no one found the sword." Fang Jian Hong looked gossipy, "Yun Yajun was beheaded by Xie Wuchen with a sword in Kunlun, and then Xie Wuchen disappeared with Yun Yajun's body under the eyes of everyone. Dan took Xie Wuchen and disappeared together; some people said that Xie Wuchen ran away with Yun Yajun's body and the Immortal Sword!"

Feng Zuixue's imagination of the Xindao crowd was really rich, "Then the sword just disappeared?"

"That's right, so now many sects are still unwilling to give up, especially Qixingmen, looking for traces of Xie Wuchen everywhere, and want to know the whereabouts of the sword from Xie Wuchen." Fang Jianhong said.

Feng Cuixue sighed: "It seems that I am really cute."

Qingfeng: "..."

Fang Jianhong was confused, "??? Ah?? Yes, yes, yes, Brother Feng Xian is naturally loved by everyone hahaha."

Feng Zuixue looked at Fang Jianhong up and down, "Why didn't you bring a knife today?"

"Neon knives are too eye-catching. You can just wear throwing knives when you go out." After speaking, Fang Jianhong lifted up his sleeves and showed Feng Cuixue the wrist guards he always wears. Flying knife, there are organs on it.

Feng Cuixue pinched Fang Jianhong's wrist with both hands curiously, and Fang Jianhong hissed lightly, "I just wanted to say, brother Feng Xian, your hands are so cold, are you feeling cold?"

Feng Zuixue let out a "huh" and touched Fang Jianhong's wrist.

The face of Qingfeng who was sitting opposite was getting darker and darker.

"If you're cold, drink more hot water. Goji berries and red dates are fine. My sisters used to drink that way." Fang Jianhong said worriedly, and looked at Qingfeng with a hint of blame in his eyes.

After that, Feng Cuixue chatted with Fang Jianhong for a while, and when he learned that Fang Jianhong lived in the inn next door to them, he invited Fang Jianhong to come and play often when he had nothing to do, and Fang Jianhong readily agreed.

However, although Fang Jianhong wanted to get together with the wind and snow often, the weather was not good. It snowed for several days in Danxia City.

Therefore, during Fang Jianhong's period, he only came to the inn once to find Feng Cuixue, chatting and drinking tea in the lobby.

In the past few days, Feng Cuixue found a lot of interesting scriptures in the room, and read books on the bed every day, rarely communicated with Qingfeng, and really had nothing to say.Qingfeng wanted to liven up the atmosphere, but he was not good at speaking at all, and the wind and snow wanted to let it dry, making the atmosphere even more rigid.It was only when Fang Jianhong came over that the wind made the snow more lively, but it was also lively for Fang Jianhong, and Qingfeng was left to dry the whole time, like a background board.

Finally, the weather cleared up that day, so Qingfeng didn't need to stay in the inn anymore, so Qingfeng suggested to go out for a walk, looking at the expression on Feng Zuixue's face.

Being able to go out to play, the wind and the snow naturally feel good.

"Let's call handsome brother too!" Feng Cuixue said excitedly.

Qingfeng struggled and said: "...Can't the two of us do it?"

Feng Zuixue tilted her head slightly, and before she could ask her questions, she heard a knock on the door.

The door opened, revealing Fang Jianhong's bright smiling face, "Are you free, Brother Fengxian? There will be something interesting later, let's go together?"

Feng Cuixue said pleasantly: "I was just about to say I was looking for you, what's so interesting?"

Fang Jianhong clapped his palms together, "That's right, let's go for a walk, I'll tell you on the way, I've already made a reservation for my brother."

Then the two went out the door, and Qingfeng had no choice but to keep up.

A few people went out, and a person came running not far away, and almost bumped into Fang Jianhong. Fang Jianhong stretched out his hand to help him, and said softly, "Miss, be careful."

The girl in the pink shirt raised her head, but it was Tong'er.

Tong'er looked a little anxious, and said to Qingfeng very fast: "Senior, the master has something urgent to find you."

Tong'er looked at Qingfeng, and then at the wind driving the snow, an uncomfortable look flashed in her eyes, she naturally knew about the quarrel between Senior Qingfeng and Shen Yupo a few days ago because of the wind driving the snow, at this time Shen Yu's spirit has not disappeared If they go together with the wind and snow, they will definitely make Shen Yupo unhappy again.

So Tong'er whispered in Qingfeng's ear: "The cause of Guihong's death has been found out... It's inconvenient to talk about the details, master please go back quickly."

Tong'er bit the word "you" hard, and reminded Qingfeng to go back alone.

Qingfeng gave Tong'er a warning look, and said to Fengfeng, "Let's go together? The cause of Guihong's death has been found out."

It is extremely rare for Feng Qixue to show displeasure on the ground, "You can go by yourself, what do you want me to do?"

"You..." Aren't you very concerned about this matter?Before Qingfeng could utter his question, he saw Feng Cuixue folded his arms and sneered, "Shen Yupo doesn't want to see me again, what am I going to do to make people suspicious? Go on your own."

Now Qingfeng understood that Feng Cuixue was throwing a temper tantrum, so he thought for a while and said to Tong'er: "You go back first, I'll send a message to her."

"No, you guys go, I'm going to play with Brother Junmei." After saying that, Feng Cuixue pulled the bewildered Fang Jianhong away without looking back.

Tong'er was urging on that side again, Qingfeng frowned and looked at the backs of the two for a while, and had to leave with Tong'er.

But Feng Cuixue turned around, and the sarcasm on his face disappeared without a trace. When the two turned around the street, Fang Jianhong couldn't help being surprised and said: "I didn't expect Brother Feng Xian to have such a class." It’s a unique skill of changing faces, I just returned my heart and asked what’s wrong with you. Dare to ask my brother, where did you come from.”

Feng Zhuxue's face was relaxed, "If you don't pretend to be angry and leave like this, how can you be alone with you confidently? If not, Qingfeng will definitely follow again."

Fang Jianhong hurriedly crossed his arms and said nervously, "My dear brother, please respect yourself. I have no interest in being a third party."

After the performance, Fang Jianhong returned to his serious face, "But do they have something important to discuss? Don't you want to investigate Qingfeng, so you don't want to follow him?"

"If I follow, they will definitely not tell me the news if they want to keep it from me. It's the same whether you go or not. You don't need to hide from me. Qingfeng will tell me when he comes back." Feng Zhuxue leisurely, "How about the thing I asked you to check last time?"

"The news about Qingfeng has come to fruition." Fang Jianhong carefully looked at Feng Cuixue's face, "Maybe...you have to be mentally prepared."

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