The vessel was given a magical technique and the traffic was very fast. The next morning, it was at the Yangzhou Port. There are already a number of horses in the port of entry.
Everyone ate at the pier for breakfast, and the feathers did not need to eat, so they sat at the ferry and closed their eyes. At this time, dawn was dawning, there were not many pedestrians, but the boatmen had already started. They gathered together in groups of three to eat porridge and hoes, and they used their curious eyes to inquire from them from time to time.
The sturdy men in the brown dresses licked the porridge rice, and the discussion sounded into the ink burning ears.
"Hey, I know their clothes, this is the people in the lower world."
"The distance to the next revision is so far away, and it is not often with the sects here. How do you know?"
"Look at the coat of arms on their wrists. Is it exactly the same as the night tour?"
"What kind of exorcism wood you are talking about?" Someone glanced at Xue Meng's cuffs, biting the pickles, and exclaimed, "Oh, it's really true. Who did the night tour?" ?"
"I heard that it was made by the elders of Yu Heng who died of life."
"Who is this elder of Yuheng? Is there a ghost of our lonely moon?"
"Hey, that's not known, who did the cultivation of the immortal, who said it?"
The boatmen spoke to Su Yinzhong, and they didn't understand what they burned. Chu nightning could understand what these people were saying. He knew that his night tour **** had been successfully streamed in the folks, and he couldn't help but feel relieved. Then I figured that after going back, I would like to make more light and easy to use wooden cows and horses to do some good things.
After a long time, the pedestrians quickly wrestled, and it was not until two hours before the arrival of Jiuhua Mountain. At this time, the morning light was still early, and the winter Xuyang was just hanging high. The golden light was like a crepe, and the snow was crystal clear. Glittering. On the peaks, hundreds of cypresses and cypresses of the cypresses of the whole year are standing, like the great hidden people of the bones of the celestial celestial winds, with the sleek sleeves converge and stand quietly on both sides of the mountain road.
Jiuhua Peak, mortal called it "non-human", but it is not a false statement.
Yumin blew three whistle at the foot of the mountain, and a feathery and colorful jinque fell from the snow-capped mountains. Everyone followed the guide of Jinque, all the way to the west, to the front of a rushing waterfall.
"Xiejun, please retreat first."
The head of the feathers stood up first, the five fingers smashed flowers, and a curse was silent. Suddenly, she gathered her lips and sighed softly in the wind. A fire dragon rushed out of the air and went straight to the waterfall, leaving the curtain of water in half!
Yumin suddenly looked back and smiled slightly: "I sincerely invite you to move the peach blossoms."
They followed the feathers to wear a water curtain, passed the enchantment, and suddenly opened their eyes, only to see that it was vast and innocent, and it seemed like another soft red. Taohuayuan is a hole that has nothing to do with the realm of comprehension. Although it is no more than the real fairyland, it can't be compared with the realm of the gods, but the aura is full. The scenery in the source is like ink and wash, the color is elegant and faint, and the road is a long way.
The pedestrians lead the way from Yumin, first through the wilderness, only to see the tides of the rivers, and the two sides scream. Then to the suburbs, I saw the squats and ridges. Finally, I arrived in the city, and I was at the corner of the building.
The main city of Peach Blossom is magnificent and magnificent. Its city Guozhi is well-equipped with the prosperity of the world. It is just that the sky is falling and dancing with the snow, the birds and the cranes are flying together, and the past feathers are Yanyan Junxiu. Wu belt is a wind, like a fairy who has gone down from the painting.
However, such a splendid scene, although Xuemeng and his party are quite fresh, but because they have already seen the different scenes of Jinchengchi, they will not be too fussed.
At a fork in the road, I saw a feathered man wearing a white embroidered golden phoenix squatting beside the towering giant wood. The flame pattern in front of her forehead is deeper than others, which means her mana is far away from other feathers. Above the people.
The guides led the way to bring the crowd to her, and then bent down and bowed, and said a courtesy: "The Great Immortal, the four immortals of the dead and the dead have arrived."
"It’s hard, you go back."
"Yes."
The feathered and beautiful feathered people smiled a little, and the sound was as moving as a young phoenix.
"My name is eighteen, and I am fascinated by my family. I live in the high place of Taohuayuan Daxian. The people are willing to show their faces to the Hanmen. I feel very fortunate. During the period, if you have a hospitality, please don , not blunt."
She is so amazing, her speech is polite, and she is very popular.
Although Xue Meng doesn't love men's looks better than himself, he knows the age of Shao Ai, naturally does not hate the beautiful woman, so he smiles: "The lord is polite, but the name of the 18 is really weird, I don't know. The lord respects the surname?"
Eighteen Wen Wei said: "I have no surname, it is called eighteen."
The ink burned and laughed: "You call it eighteen, is there someone called 17?"
He was a joke. Who knows that eighteen listened, and he couldn’t help but smile: "Xianjun is smart, and seventeen are me."
Ink burning: "..."
Eighteen explained: "Our feathers are born from the down feathers of the Suzaku gods. When they are shallow, they are often the shape of Zhu Xi. The earliest form is the immortality of my family, and the rest of the feathers are named according to the order of formation. One, two... I am the eighteenth, so I am named eighteen."
"..."
After the ink burned, he couldn't help but talk. He thought that Xue Zhengqi's name was bad enough. He didn't think there was a worse one here.
But then, the eighteenth said a news that would make him more violent.
"First talk about business. The first immortal monarchs came here, but they still don't know the rules of cultivation of peach blossoms." Eighteen, "Famous practice, most of the centuries are divided by martial art. But here is different. We Yumin It is clear that there is a division of labor, and there are three kinds of specialties: 'defense', specializing in 'explosion', and specializing in 'healing'. There are three kinds of cultivation. Your cultivation will also be carried out according to these three kinds."
Ink burned and said: "This is good."
He nodded in the 18th Dynasty: "Thank you Xiaoxianjun for agreeing. You need to know that the monks of the lonely moon and night in the past few days have come. Hearing this kind of refining method, it is a big frown."
The ink burns the road: "The defensive is defensive, the attack is attacked, the healing is healing, so simple and clear, not very good? What dissatisfaction do they have?"
Eighteen: "This is the case. On the night of the moon, there is a section of the son of the genus 'Yu Shou', who needs to live in the same place with the same genius, and his sister is a 'clashing', and must be attacked and slashed. They lived together with each other. Although I don’t understand the mortal feelings, I can see that the son is not willing to separate from the two sisters."
"Haha, what's the matter - wait, what do you say!" The ink burned half of it, and suddenly reacted and slammed his eyes. "Do people with different attributes have to live separately, but have to live separately?"
Eighteen did not know why he suddenly changed his face and said: "Yes."
The ink is green: "..."
What kind of joke?
After half an hour, the ink burned with the failure of the eighteen bargaining, and stood in a bright four-in-one courtyard, and fell into a long silence.
He, Xue Meng, Xia Si reversed, all three were attacked and divided into the east of Taohuayuan. The so-called east side does not refer to a small area, but is a place for the "cracking" of the immortals. There are more than 20 courtyards of four people, and there are other mountain lakes and lanes. The strange market, built to resemble the mortal, is about knowing that they have to live here for a long time, for them to talk about homesickness.
The teacher, because it is a "healing", went to the south of Taoyuan, far from the place where the ink burned them, and there was more enchantment in the middle, which relied on the token to pass. This means that although the ink-burning is in the same Taoyuan as the teacher, he has no chance to meet each other except for the daily introduction of the feathers of the three major attributes of the Xianjun.
This is not the worst.
The ink burned his eyes and raised his eyes. Through the dense eyelash curtains, he looked around in the yard and turned around. Obviously he was planning to pick the most comfortable place for him, and he couldn’t help the forehead.
Xue Meng...
Yes, his mother, he must live in a yard with Xue Meng every day from now! The love of life is bitter, and the resentment will be. In the future, he may feel very thorough...
The feathers have been selected from the upper revisions to the next revision, and the turn of life and death is nearing completion. Therefore, the people of other sects came earlier than them. Xue Meng soon discovered that there was a lodge in the courtyard of the four courtyards where they lived.
"Weird, I don't know who has lived here?" Xue Meng said as he snorted the blind man in the eye.
Ink burning: "No matter who it is, it should not be a person who cares about it."
"How do you say this?"
Ink burning: "I asked you, which room did you pick?"
Xue Meng looked alert: "You have to do it? I am already optimistic. It is mine when I am facing the north. If you want to grab me, I will..."
As soon as I hadn’t had time to figure it out, the ink burned and interrupted him: “I don’t like too big a room, I won’t fight for you. But I have to ask you if this room is still empty—” He said, he clicked on the hut that had already been moved in, and then asked, "Would you like to change with him?"
Xue Meng first looked at the plain and simple, and glanced at the ink: "Would you be stupid? I certainly don't change."
Ink burned and said: "So I said that the person is not a careless person. You see, when he came, the four rooms were empty, but he did not pick the best, only chose the low huts. If a person is not a fool, he is a modest gentleman."
"..."
This analysis is not bad, but Xue Meng feels like being smashed by the ink knife. People are gentlemen, they can't live in a good house, they have to sleep well, then aren't they stinking villains and stingers?
However, there was no mention of Xue Meng’s half-character in the ink-burning. He also taught Xue Gongzi to be unwilling, and couldn’t stand it, and his face rose to red.
"In any case... I used to live well." Xue Meng sighed and said, "I just lived in a place where I didn't live. Who should be the gentleman? I am not rare."
After the words, I left.
So in this other courtyard, there are four very different houses with owners.
Xue Meng chose the north side of the fine house, the powder wall and the tile, the threshold is gold, is the most transparent and luxurious. The ink burned the western stone cottage, and a peach tree was planted at the door. It was warm. Chu nightning wants a bamboo building in the east, the sun sets in the west, and the warm green bamboo is like a jade in the glow of China.
In the south, there is a squatting house, and the one who lives is the "gentleman" who has never met.
Chu night Ning typhoid fever, dizziness is very powerful. I went into the bamboo building early to rest. Xue Meng accompanied him for a while, but this younger brother would not be spoiled, nor would he like to listen to the story. Only one person wrapped up in a small scorpion and bored his head to sleep. Xue Meng sat on the edge of the bed for a while. The **** is gone.
In the yard, the ink burned out and put the chair out. He was tilting his legs, his arms bent behind his head, and leisurely watching the golden crows sinking, and the afterglow flicked off.
When Xue Meng came out, he asked: "Is Xia Shi brother sleeping?"
"Ok."
"Is it hot?"
"You have to care about him. It’s not good to go in and see."
The ink burned and laughed: "I am afraid that the little guy is not sleeping, and he is awkward and awkward."
Xue Meng gave him a look: "You are rare and have some self-knowledge. I thought you would only be with my cat and dog, and take a ride in the yard and be lazy."
"Haha, how do you know that I am lazy?" The ink burned a peach blossom between his fingers, and smiled. "I was sitting in the yard for a while, and I found a secret." ""
Xue Mengxian didn't want to ask, but he was curious. He forbeared for a long time or was sullen, sorting out a look that he didn't care about, and said: "...What big secret?"
The ink burned and waved at him, narrowing his eyes: "You come with your ear, I quietly say to you."
"..." Xue Meng reluctantly refused to do so. The ink burned close, and whispered: "Hey, be fooled, silly."
Xue Meng’s eyes narrowed and he was furious, and he licked the smoldering clothes: “You lied to me? Are you young and childish?!”
Ink burned haha: "Where I lied to you, I really found a secret, but I really don't want to tell you."
Xue Meng black eyebrows said: "If I believe in you again, it is really a fool!"
The two birds, the dogs, the dogs and the ostriches, are clamoring, and the ink is about to say something else to make the other person more angry, but suddenly heard a strange voice behind him, a little doubtful "hmm?" And then said: "Is the two newcomers to repair?"
The voice of this person is clear and clear, and the sound of the younger is more natural.
The ink burned and Xue Mengqi Qi looked back, only to see the blood in the sun, a man dressed in a strong dress stood in the wind.
The man was born with a deep facial, dark-eyed, black-necked crown, a honey-faced face handsome and spirited. Although the body is not tall and sturdy, but the posture is very tall and straight, more than the pines and cypresses. Especially a pair of long legs, wrapped in black bundle pants, it seems to be narrow and powerful, straight and heroic.
The look of ink burned instantly, and it seemed that the blood and sin of the world had flashed.
He seems to have seen a figure in the **** hurricane, the cheekbones were pierced, and the flesh of the half face was torn off, but he still refused to die and refused to yield.
The heart trembled, like a drop of clear white dew on the blade, the ink burned can not tell what it is.
If he has admired someone in his previous life, then this one is definitely one of them.
It turns out that the gentleman who wants to live with them... is actually him...
The author has something to say:
After school, the ink-feeding fish children came to Jiuhuashan Bird University and stayed in the happy quadruple bedroom~
Ink burning: muddy stuffy! I am the ink rain from Hunan Xiangtan! I am studying philosophy! Please advise!
Chu nightning: Chu nightning, I am from Lin'an, the pile of clothes and socks thrown on the balcony of the bedroom are mine. I will throw them all in the washing machine at night, but I will not cover the quilt. Busy, thank you.
Ink burning:..................
Xue Meng: Xue Ziming, Sichuan, don't provoke me. My father has mastered the economic lifeline of the whole Xiu Xiu. If you bully me, my father can stop all the stocks of your parents, including Maotai.
Ink burning:..................
at this time--
The door to the bedroom is open! Go back to the bedroom where you can wash your clothes and wash the nets! !
So, is he really a plum in the supporting column, or is it a leaf? This is a sub-question 2333333
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