Zanxing

Yes, young master, what's wrong with you? the little girl asked.

Tian Fangfang thought about it and felt that something was wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong. After a while, he shook his head: It's nothing.

The maid went to work again, and Tian Fangfang continued to walk inside.

This house is very big. When he entered the hall and walked inside, it was another courtyard. He chose a random direction to walk, entered the small courtyard, and walked into the house.

The room is also very spacious, with tables and chairs, and a bed. The mattress on the bed looked very soft, and there was a soft smoke curtain hanging on it. Incense was lit on the table, and dishes were also placed. The dishes are very rich, there are fried fish, roasted chicken, roasted duck, all kinds of wine and vegetables, the aroma drills into people's nose along the wind. He was a little drunk.

Tian Fangfang sat down beside the bed.

The bed was as soft as he thought, and had a warm aroma. When someone sat on it, it was like sitting on cotton. He sighed involuntarily. Suddenly, he felt very tired, and he fell down with his head up.

In the incense burner, blue smoke rose quietly.

He fell asleep.

The wind blew the leaves from the ground.

In the long and broad blue sky, there are geese flying south. The sunset is red, and the autumn scenery is gorgeous.

The young man stood under the tree and suddenly retracted the long knife in his hand. The strong wind brought by the blade blew the fallen leaves on the ground everywhere, and a girl's voice sounded: Brother Mu, take a break.

Mu layerxiao turned around, Liu Yunxin came over, took out a handkerchief, and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead.

It's okay, Yun Xin, I'm not tired. He reassured.

Liu Yun looked at him distressedly: Now that you have formed a pill, you don't have to work so hard every day, you should give yourself a rest.

I've formed an elixir? Mu layerxiao was stunned for a moment.

Yes. Liu Yunxin replied, Did Brother Mu forgot? You succeeded in forming an elixir a month ago, and you have surpassed the young city lord. The whole Yuecheng is proud of you. The old city lord said that you will spend the whole of Yuecheng. Lingshi, I will also help you cultivate and become stronger. She smiled happily: In the future, no one will bully us again.

Mu layerxiao stood on the spot and did not speak for a while.

What's wrong? Big Brother Mu? Liu Yunxin looked at him suspiciously.

Mu layerxiao came back to his senses and shook his head: It's nothing.

Then let's go back to rest first. I made your favorite stewed fat duck today. She pulled Muchengxiao forward, and Muchengxiao's eyes fell behind her. He felt that Liu Yunxin today was not quite the same as in the past. It was the same, but upon closer inspection, it was clear that Liu Yunxin was right.

Xu Shi had been cultivating for too long, so he put away the knife and walked forward with Liu Yunxin.

In the backyard, the woman wiped the long sword in her hand.

The sword of the female cultivator is either small, agile, bright and clear, or the blade is sharp and heroic. Meng Ying's sword is different. Although it is called Moon Soul, it is not clear and cold at all. The blade is deep black and extremely blunt. It is extremely heavy, which is really not commensurate with her slender and light body.

Someone came out from behind, it was Yueqin.

Meng Ying stopped wiping, stood up, and said to Yueqin, Master.

Yueqin looked at her with a smile. This master was the strictest in the entire Taiyan sect, and it was rare to see her as happy as she is today. Meng Ying asked, Master, but what good things happened?

In three more days, you should assume the position of the head of the Taiyan Sect. Of course, you will be happy for your teacher.

Me? Meng Ying was taken aback: Asking to be the head of the family?

Why, is it because you are confused in your practice? Yueqin looked at her strangely: After you found Qing'e Nianhua Stick in the martial arts hall, you accepted the inheritance of Fairy Qinghua, and the head master at that time had intentions The position will be passed on to you. If it wasn't for the sect master who wanted to test you on purpose, he wouldn't have waited until today. However, she looked at Meng Ying with relief, you have done a good job in the past few times. Dealing with things inside and outside the Taiyan faction, I also have the appearance of a leader. We are finally relieved.

Meng Ying frowned.

Was Qing'e Nianhua Stick found by her? How could she remember that she was found by someone else. Who was it? She searched her mind carefully, but couldn't find the name.

I'll have someone bring you the clothes later. When you take office this time, all the sects will send people to watch the ceremony. Make no mistake. Yueqin instructed.

Meng Ying: Yes.

She was in a trance, and she was called the future leader of the Taiyan faction since she was a child, and she has been working hard towards this end. However, now, when everything has become a reality and is close at hand, Meng Ying has a sense of unreality out of time, like a dream.

She lowered her eyes and looked at Yue Soul, who was lying quietly on the stone table, the sword body was dark and silently watching her.

From the valley came the chirping of wild birds.

The birds chirped with excitement. The gray tits were not afraid of people. They flew to the branches and tilted their heads to look at the people who were chopping wood under the tree.

The child stared blankly at the tits.

The big eyes stared at the small eyes for a moment, and someone's voice sounded from behind: Dongdong, what are you looking at?

The tit was startled, flapped its wings and flew away, Meng Dong turned around, and a middle-aged man walked up to him with a basket on his back. The man was very strong and picked him up with one hand.

Mendong looked at him, and after a while, he said, Father?

The man responded, thought of something, and looked at him again: Why does it look a little wrong, wouldn't it be a cold?

I said, don't take him up the mountain, just let Aunt Chen next door help take care of it? A young woman with a floral towel wrapped around her head came over and rebuked softly, It's so cold on the mountain, Dongdong I'm still young, how can I let my child blow dry?

I think it's not good to trouble Aunt Chen, and if he can catch him a bird on the mountain again, he'll be happy. Don't blame dad?

Mendong blinked, and for some reason, there was a sudden burst of astringency in his chest. He didn't know where the sourness came from, but the feeling was so strong that his eyes immediately turned red.

This frightened the young woman. The woman hurriedly stretched out her hand to hug him and coaxed him: What happened to Dongdong? Why did you suddenly cry? Tell my mother if you are uncomfortable.

This embrace was so warm that the unbearable grief in his heart suddenly turned into longing, so he stretched out his arms around the woman's arm and buried his face in the woman's neck.

The woman and the man looked at each other.

Why don't you go back first. The man said: The firewood chopped today is almost the same. I don't feel very comfortable looking at Dongdong.

The woman nodded, patted the child in her arms on the back, and coaxed: It's okay, mother took you home.

Happy holidays friends!