snow every week

The Hong Zhong-like voice of the Tianxin Sect Master Xu spread throughout the meeting accompanied by spells. He read out the rules and gave some words of encouragement.

After half an hour of preparation, the Tianjiao will usher in the first match.

During the waiting time, I will temporarily entertain people with orchestra, silk and bamboo, singing and dancing.

There were snacks, tea and wine on the table according to their status and seating. Qiao Miao served them gently and carelessly. He would serve tea for a while, and refreshments for a while.

He considered and considered, thinking about how to ask his only remaining contacts to find a husband for him, but he also hesitated whether to tell the whole story.

Seven years have passed, and even the senior brothers have changed their temperaments. Although he feels that the appearance of everyone has not changed much, it is not true that the young people's temperaments have changed.

Qiao Miao was not annoyed that he was so preoccupied, the feeling of reunion would not burst out in an instant, and now seeing Song Yuan smiling at him and chewing slowly with his face down, he felt precious happiness.

He didn't do all this out of pure love, Song Yuan was like a brother to him, he refused to admit it at first, but he was like a brother like a father.

When Qiao Miao first came down the mountain, there were many rules that were never advertised in black and white in the world of cultivation in the world, and the taboos that no one said but must not be touched were all taught by Song Yuan.

He fell in love with Song Yuan because he fell in love at first sight, and his love increased over time. He looked like a woman in body and figure, and never felt that he was similar to those guards or men down the mountain. The senior sisters didn't like to remind his men So much so that he has never dared and refused to tell Song Yuan all the time.

It was he who discovered Xu Guangyi's Sima Zhao's heart, and became jealous day by day, so when the two were alone, Baba shook Brother Yuan's arm and confessed his love to him word by word.

Song Yuan treated him too well, if he could promise it with the grace of saving his life, he should have promised Song Yuan long ago, many times.

He still remembers Song Yuan's expression now, it was startled and ashamed, with red clouds all over his face, a seemingly learned and steady, but in fact pure and innocent young monk was daringly courted by a female fellow, he was tongue-tied for a moment, he looked more ashamed than a female, Even if his arm was shaken repeatedly, the sweet voice did not agree to the plea, he only held the girl's shoulder seriously, blushing and said that he had to think carefully.

At that time, he shouldn't let him think about it anyway, because it didn't take long for Qiao Miao to be exposed as a man, and he didn't even dare to see Song Yuan's face immediately, hiding from people and crying in the dark, his eyes were red and swollen.

Song Yuan came to visit him, but he seemed to have nothing to say, he was silent for a long time, he only said that there was nothing wrong with it, everything in the world, there are all sorts of strange things, there is nothing strange about wanting to be a daughter, and he persuaded him to be at ease, if he likes it in the future, he will still treat him as a pity The younger sister looks at it.

Didn't say a word about that.

How does he know, who wants to be a little girl when a girl is a boy?

But Qiao Miao didn't dare to ask any more questions, and later he returned to the Hehuan Sect. Because he was a furnace for training when he was young, his foundation was not stable, and he had to retreat for many years.

I have met Song Yuan a few times, but he has no courage and low self-esteem, so he only dares to act like a little girl, just ask Song Yuan to look at him more.

But now he is a half-step Nascent Soul, and the senior sisters have their own ambitions, and they made him the first disciple of the suzerain, no one can easily bully him, and he is born with outstanding beauty, if he wants to recruit relatives, he is willing to fight for him The monks can fight from the Acacia Sect to Kunlun Mountain.

He can protect Song Yuan, and he can repay Song Yuan's debt of favor.

Please ask brother Yuan to pay back his love debt.

This person whom he had admired since he was young still wanted to come back to him after going round and round.

As long as he thinks of this, he is full of joy and anticipation.

Xu Guangyi has never been so annoyed by his poor tongue and clumsy hands and feet like today, so he can only watch Qiao Miao act coquettishly and foolishly again and again to get cheap.

He has a straightforward temperament, but his thoughts can only be hidden, and he has actually gotten used to it over the years.

Who knew that a person who thought he was dead could come back to life, who knew that a person who loves women is now weak and would ask someone to be his Taoist companion?

He couldn't help it, couldn't bear it, he stared at the two silently for a long time, his heart was like a jar of vinegar on fire, gurgling and bubbling.

But the jealousy in my heart can't burn the love.

After hesitating several times, he finally opened his mouth and said bluntly: "Cough... I heard your Zong let go of it a few days ago..." At this point, his expression was still a little unhappy, and he thought to himself, why do you need to ask Zong for such a thing? Come to him earlier...

Song Yuan is most concerned about this matter now, and immediately thought he understood what he meant, and looked surprised and happy, and immediately raised his brows and eyes, and said with a smile: "Really? You all know about this?"

What are you guys?

Xu Guangyi picked up a glass cup, and pretended to take a sip of the wine casually, but his knuckles were actually turning white: "So, you are really looking for... a Taoist companion?"

He seemed to have replaced the words of the other two, for a while Qiao Miao and Du Yi silently watched Song Yuan's expressions.

Half an hour has passed, the sound of silk and bamboo orchestras gradually faded away, and the water mirrors were opened in every way.

Song Yuan was attracted by the sound and glanced at it, and replied, "Yes."

The hand holding his sleeve also strengthened.

Feeling that he was going to say something next, Song Yuan picked up a cup of tea and rinsed his mouth.

"Actually, I returned to the sect this time because of this matter."

The water mirror gradually revealed the scene, and the surrounding sounds gradually died down. In such a silent situation, Song Yuan stared at a little bit of tea noodles with his face down, his eye feathers trembling slightly, and said softly.

"My husband is lost."

The elders of the eight surnames waited outside the altar for three days. After three days, they saw that he hadn't come out, and worried that he had escaped, so after hesitation and discussion, they decided to go and have a look.

But they never imagined that what they would see after carefully entering the altar would be such a situation.

Simply, hell on earth.

"What should I do? I said earlier that I should get used to it more..."

"Hey, we can wait, can the emperor... also wait?"

"I can't find any meridians and spiritual roots, and ordinary spiritual medicines are useless..."

During the debate, a strand of long black hair on the couch fell to the side of the pillow.

Xuexue seemed to hear thousands of old men calling in a daze, disturbing him so much that he just wanted to break the ban.

Forbidden to kill.

Who decided?

This is to mention that a long time ago, he cruised alone to hunt in less cold places.

In the chaotic mind, only the memory is still vivid.

At that time, the snow was falling heavily and there were not many prey, so he only took out a few litters of stupid rabbits, picked up the fat ones and picked them up, planning to see if there were any other wild animals before they died.

So he saw a different shadow leaning against a snow-covered stone in the white snow.

A white shadow had just left him.

It is turquoise, a bit like a kind of skinny flower that grows on the mountain, and bears very pale, small and unpalatable fruits.

That's a human being.

He has seen humans, probably a long time ago, but when he watched from a distance, he was just curious and didn't want to hunt.

A part of human beings looks very similar to him, and it would feel strange to eat them, so together with snakes, they are not the objects he would hunt.

Take a look, I haven't seen a human being for a long time. Although it looks a bit annoying, with wrinkled skin and cloudy eyes, fresh facts on the boring snow-capped mountains are rare.

Faintly regarded by the intelligent creatures on the mountain as the snake god of the snow mountain, the life of the human snake is simple, and the mind does not need to be too complicated, so I went there without much thought.

It was getting closer and closer, and the human beings were not the same as the impression he thought of being alive and full of golden light.

He was thin, looked small, and had blood on his body.

It would be very convenient to hunt by his side. Some animals on the snow mountain are good at smelling blood.

The human snake looked down at the top of the black hair, until the other person raised his head, tried his best to break away the long eyelashes crushed by the snow, and stared at his beautiful eyes with great effort, looking up at him eagerly. The pale cheeks were instantly melted into water marks by the body temperature, and turned into ice after falling from the tip of the chin.

Human snakes don't cry, they only think.

strangeness.

There is water in his eyes.

Is that snow melting, or is it his own?

This is not snow. In the water formed by snow, there will be no ripples or swaying.

So is he human?It's not like that anymore.

Human beings are fierce and smelly, covered in golden light, holding all kinds of weird things in their hands.

This thing looks very fragrant and warm. If you want to lean against him, it should feel a bit like the fattest female rabbit in the rabbit hole.

He seems to have no strength, the human snake thought to himself.

But Scaletail moved faster than his mind, and had obediently propped up the thing's jaw.

This beautiful thing seemed to be able to see clearly at last. The hair on his eyes was thicker, and when he bent it, small snow shards kept falling down.

The snake looked him in the eyes, the mind was finally working a bit, he thought.

Oh, it's actually a female.

Females with lots of water in their eyes.

If there is a snake here who has read poetry, he must be able to think of such good lines as Xiehui Maimaishuiyouyou.

But it's a pity that the people and snakes on the snow mountain have never seen Jiangnan in their life.

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Haven't you heard of Wen Tingyun's Jiangnan?

(Playing some red bean stalks, actually Wang Jiangnan)

I understand that it is my fate to have no more clicks, and I also understand that the writing is getting more and more lax. Recently, it is quite nourishing. Only a minority (?) illiterate husband can bring some happiness. first encounter.

Your wife not only has watery eyes (? Don’t make strange jokes to attract readers, you scumbag author)

Yuan Yuan (broken heartbroken in front of the camera): Zhu Yimen, do they know how much a kidnapping can hurt a snake's learning progress in the second grade of elementary school?