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The arms can never twist the thighs.

For Dean Zhuang, who has lived for most of his life to receive such a disciple who is both loving, happy and talented, as long as he does not directly take the life of the dean, the dean will obey any other request made by Xueer.

It's not that Princess Yan Ningxue of the Great Yan Empire is arrogant and willful. In fact, Xueer has been staying in the Bailou Gate since she was a child, and it can even be said to be locked in the palace. Even if she had such a princess' temper, she had already been

The long and boring years have been smoothed out.

Princess Ningxue, the youngest in the Great Yan Empire, has never been bad-hearted, and is kind-hearted and simple, full of curiosity and desire for this world.

In Bodhi City, when you see the fainting mad old Taoist Yi Xingchuan, you will save people in danger, so how could you deliberately make things difficult for your teacher?

However, this time, the Great Yan Empire suffered the most serious crisis. My father was seriously injured and my brother Yan Nanfei had to finish his studies early and leave the academy and return to Dayan to assist my father in dealing with matters in the country... Her country

The most severe winter we have ushered in with the people. The entire imperial capital was frozen by heavy snow and there was no clear phenomenon. These kinds of things have accumulated together, making Xueer have no time to concentrate on practicing and studying.

When Xueer, who was worried about her father and brother and the people of Bailou Gate, was suffering from the worst snow disaster in decades in the Dayan Empire, was a little upset.

At this time, the dean couldn't wait to spread the word "来" in her name, which made Xueer as difficult as her little ancestors for several days.

Staying in this Bodhi Garden all day long, no one can relieve boredom or chat, and even more ignorant of what is happening in the outside world.

Xueer has many things in her mind and wants to tell someone about it. This person is not the maid Ling'er who grew up with her since childhood, nor is she her teacher, Dean Zhuang, nor is it the crazy old Taoist Yi Xingchuan, but the one who left Bai when she left.

Behind the building gate, Brother Changfeng, whom I met in a free world.

At the command of the dean and teacher, two girls wearing furs, wearing oil umbrellas and cotton gloves left the Bodhi Garden, and found the purple bamboo forest based on their memory. After passing through the forest, they came to the mountain stream and flat lake outside the Forgetful River.

forward.

There are rows of bamboo rows parked on the shore, with two small bamboo woven chairs and a bamboo pole for supporting rows.

The Great Yan Empire was dominant in the east of the sky, with countless rivers in its territory, and the imperial capital was built facing the clear water river. Therefore, the Great Yan Empire is not unfamiliar with water, whether it is the people or the royal family.

One place of water and land nourishes another place of people, this may be a unique memory born from the bones.

So when I saw this small bamboo platoon, the two girls did not mean to return in the same way in the face of danger. Although this small bamboo platoon could not compare to the imperial giant ship on the Bishui River, the magnificent Bishui River was not this mountain stream.

Pinghu can be compared.

After carefully getting on the bamboo tray, Xue'er sat on the small bamboo chair with Ling'er's support. Ling'er untied the bamboo rope, picked up the bamboo pole, and sat down slowly.

Although it is a bit unfamiliar with boating, the water flow direction of this lake has never changed since it has been wide to narrow, and the water flow that shrinks like a fan-shaped shape gathers towards the narrow entrance of the sky, so the two girls only have a little palm.

In some directions, the small bamboo defecation was calmly floating into the entrance of the sky by the water flow.

Two steep and sword-cutting lines in the sky canyon stream, the bitter cold wind rushes fiercely, rolling up snowflakes and flying hard, making the snow that was shocked by the silvery world in front of you just entered the canyon.

Er and Ling'er couldn't help but shivered.

Xue'er subconsciously leaned her body to cover the cold wind and snow with her sable fur cloak. Ling'er quickly reacted and quickly held up the painting umbrella prepared in advance, shrank slightly and said, "Fortunately, we listened to the dean.

The advice was put on winter clothes, otherwise the wind and snow here would really freeze people to death.”

"Is this the place where Brother Changfeng practices and lives?" Xueer obviously didn't notice Ling'er's words beside her. Her beautiful eyes were busy looking at the grass, tree, mountain and stone in the Forgetful River.

The bamboo rafts floated to the frozen lake and stopped. Xueer and Ling'er held umbrellas and stood on the ice lake. The transparent bottom of the lake reflected the beautiful figures of the two, and even the fish at the bottom of the lake were rushing to fish.

Then, they gathered below the lake, rushing to attract the attention of the immortals.

However, at this moment, Xueer was obviously not in the mood to pay attention to the fish in the lake. She saw a small courtyard and several thatched huts not far from the shore.

She saw a figure sitting cross-legged on the cliff behind the hut. No matter how cold the wind and snow were, the figure was still straight like a pine. Under the dim sky, under the snowy sky, the figure seemed to be with

The mountain merged together, and the mountain seemed to be merged with this world.

Xueer's eyes were immediately attracted by the back and could not extricate herself.

She vaguely saw the figure sitting cross-legged, with a faint light flashing, looking like a lotus platform looming.

Xueer could be sure that the figure was the eldest brother Changfeng she was looking for without any thought.

A figure walked out of the courtyard below the cliff.

Huangfu Yi was burning hot water in the house, waiting for his master Wuxiang Daozong to wash and change clothes. He noticed that a guest from Wangqingchuan was visiting, so he gently covered the door and walked out of the courtyard, and saw the painted umbrella.

Two graceful figures.

"Xue'er has met Uncle Huangfu."

"Ling'er has also met Uncle Huangfu."

In Zizhuxuan, Xueer and Ling'er both met this uncle from the top of the Dixuan list, the academy.

I really can't remember anything other than being indifferent and serious about Huangfu Yi. So in front of this junior uncle, the two of them dared not neglect the etiquette.

Huangfu Yi looked at the two girls for a moment, and then said, "Master has been feeling unwell recently and has just gotten up. If you want to meet, you might as well wait for a few more days."

After saying that, Huangfu Yi wanted to turn around and leave.

Xueer and Linger were a little anxious.

Suddenly, my impression of this young master's coldness deepened.

"Stay at your best." Xueer said anxiously.

"Aren't what I said clearly enough?" Huangfu Yi was suddenly stopped and his mood was not very good.

In fact, since the Wuxiang Dao Sect was seriously injured by the Medicine Shi Wuling, Huangfu Yi has never been in a good mood.

He couldn't remember who his parents were, and even more so if there were any brothers, sisters and relatives. He only knew that before his junior brother entered the school, his master was his only close relative in this world. He taught him Taoism and teaching him to be a human being, and he was always in his heart.

He respects filial piety as much as his father.

However, every day, seeing the master's injuries worsen, his face became haggard, and his body became thinner, he could only watch and do nothing. Huangfu Yi's mood was like the wind and snowy sky in the Forgetful River, and there was no clear sky again.

Pass.