The villain has a white moonlight

The news about the former site of the Yuyi clan is like a stone thrown into a lake, causing ripples in the hearts of many people in the world of cultivating immortals, but a certain place is located among the high mountains, on the top of the ten thousand-ren peak, facing the abyss of hundreds of feet of ravines, far away from the world. Peace as usual.

The pavilions and pavilions built around the mountains in this area have eaves and open eaves, but because most of them are blue bricks and black tiles, the design is exquisite, just like the faint ink marks blooming in the mountains and forests, the misty waves, the clouds and the clouds, like the paintings of Danqing. In the realm of ink and wash, the atmosphere is leisurely.

A long river flowing through this bookish place is sparkling in the morning light and the sun, clear and golden.

A place close to the gods, a dream of Huaichuan.

On the bank of Menghuaichuan River, the green grass is full of green grass, and the flowers are not visible, but there is a peach blossom tree, which is in season with pink flowers. It blooms in the late autumn, and it has a kind of prosperous, warm and enchanting beauty.

A string of half-old and not new wind chimes is hung on the peach blossom branches. When the wind comes from the empty valley, the bells are clear and clear.

There is a paulownia guqin under the peach blossom tree, a bluestone table, and a small Boshan stove on one side of the table. The cigarette smoke curls up, winding upwards, lingering and dissipating. , on the outermost edge of the other side of the table, there is a stack of books.

Next to the stone table was a soft couch, covered with a fluffy white fox blanket. The man reclining on the soft couch was the former Mr. Qin Player from the Xie family's mansion, and he was still wearing a gold-painted crying fox mask. , the silvery white long hair is not bundled, pouring down like a snow waterfall, there are small coral trees protruding from the left and right sides of the hair, with a red jade white dragon horn on the top.

The qin player not only has two more horns than when he was in the Xie family, but also his clothes are very different from when he traveled abroad in disguise. When he returned to ordinary clothes, he was wearing a white cross-collar brocade jacket with dragon scales on the shoulders. The girdle seals are all embroidered with elegant cloud pattern, the embroidered pattern is pure and elegant blue, and the hem of the clothes is the blue sea water river cliff pattern of piled snow.

He was lazily leaning on the soft couch, with a pillow in one hand and a feather fan with the white crane's ink tail lightly shaking in the other, as if he was closing his eyes, exuding a lazy and calm confidence all over his body.

A young woman in a cloud silk dress with a peach pattern was walking from left to right, right to left, and said "ah" from time to time.

The piano player still closed his eyes, just raised his hand to touch the table next to him, and said: "Siyue, tea."

Wu Siyue rolled her eyes, stepped forward to make tea, and put it on the edge of the table with a bang.

"Yeah, what's your opinion, Ms. Feng Shi?" The feather fan was shaking gently, and she seemed to be at ease.

"Miao."

"You are pacing back and forth, don't you want me to ask you?" The piano player opened his eyes and said with a smile.

"My subordinates dare not."

"Ha, if you don't talk about it now, I don't want to hear it next time."

"Fenghua and Fenghua went to the Langhua banquet, it should be ordered by Mr. Huang Quan," Wu Siyue moved the teacup from his nose and sniffed lightly, the fragrance of jasmine in the tea smoke disappeared instantly, and put the cup back on the table, " In the end, his Bana flower was taken away, and Wang Ruoxi let the ghost market exchange it for the dust-observing mirror."

"En." The lupine has been put down, and there is an extra book in hand.

"Mr. Huang Quan is definitely going to protect someone."

"Hmm." The listener was unmoved, and leisurely flipped through the "Long Song in Feather Clothes" in his hand.

"Master!" A gust of wind blew up on the ground, and the peach blossoms fell like rain on the table, the ground, and the white clothes, and even a small branch of peach blossoms was broken by the wind and fell on the lupine.

They all turned into dried flowers that withered from the tree.

"Ah, listen, Terazuki, go ahead."

"I don't understand, the dust-observing mirror may be in Mr. Huang Quan's hands now," Wu Siyue picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea, "Why are you still indifferent."

"Yeah, does it matter who owns the dust mirror?"

"Master!?" Wu Siyue clenched his fan tightly, "His golden crane game is already a blatant provocation, and the dust-observing mirror is the key to opening Yuyi Kingdom. Do you think it is important?"

"Well, it's important, but does it matter who owns the dust-observing mirror?" The tone is still leisurely, but there is a touch of sarcasm, whether it is to oneself or to the world.

"I understand," Wu Siyue thought for a while, then nodded, "Master, you can do whatever you want! Siyue... respects all your decisions."

"Ha, that's right." The piano player put down the strange book, and flicked the feather fan casually, and the dead flower on it instantly regenerated, like a branch just blooming, "Send it to you."

"Master... I was already seventeen when I died. Could you not reward me with a little red flower? It would be better to exchange for some actual gold, silver, and silk."

"Yeah, those are common things. The wind makes the lady eat the wind and drink the dew. I think it's better to thank the flowers." After finishing speaking, he calmly passed the fan over.

"Tch, splashing on the Golden Pavilion and Langtai!" Even so, Wu Siyue took the branch of peach blossom on the fan and held it in her hand very preciously.

"It seems that Miss Fengshi is in a much better mood."

"I'm not angry."

"what."

"But master, I still hope that you will be cautious about the dust-observing mirror."

"I know." The feather fan swayed lightly, and the harpist smiled on his cool lips, "The dust-observing mirror is neither in my hand nor in the hands of Mr. Huang Quan, but now the time has come, and it may be time to show up."

"The master clearly has a plan in mind."

"Yes, after all, that letter carried the most complicated and sinister plan I have ever had."

"Whether you contributed to the righteous way, or arranged to lure Ji Wuxian out of Shura Dao, Ji Xinnu's chance encounter in Jinling City, Feixin in Lianwu Mountain, etc., I am convinced, but you gave it to Huang Quanjun. That letter is a piece of blank paper."

"Leave it blank, and you will have the greatest space for free play."

"Master, Mr. Huang Quan is not of the same generation as him, let alone he knows the weaknesses of the Yuyi tribe, you..."

"Ha, happy! Then he must not let me down."

"Owner!"

"At that time, you can go to Buguiya to have a look." The piano player leaned back on the soft couch, still with a cheerful tone, "By the way, use your wind blade to say hello to my other half."

"Ok."

"The wind messenger seems to have something to say."

"Master, what are you doing to Ji Wuxian..." Wu Siyue sighed, "No matter what else, just in the Asura Dao, the torture he suffered is probably more painful than the eighteenth level of purgatory."

"Yeah, Siyue, Zi is not a fish, how can I know a fish," the piano player smiled slightly, but it was as cold as autumn frost, "Everything is voluntary, voluntary, voluntary."

"Master, you are really cruel."

"Ha, thanks for the compliment."

"..."

"Okay, get back." The man put the book back, closed his eyes and said with a smile, "I'm going to sleep now."

"Yes." Wu Siyue glanced at the string of wind chimes, sighed inwardly, and left.

There is a wind blowing, flipping the pages of the book on the table, falling leaves are colorful, here is an empty mountain, quiet and peaceful.

"On the top of Zhongnan Mountain, there is the Cliff of No Return, the maple is red, the forests are dyed, the clouds are long, the wind is looping, the cuckoo is crying blood, and the emperor is speechless." The young Taoist in white lotus crown, holding a mirror, walks slowly along the mountain road , The mountain breeze is gentle, and the dust whisk on the arms is also dancing with the wind, and the clear and fairy posture adds to the elegant temperament.

The wind blew, the grass and trees rustled, and several figures flashed in the forest. The Taoist's footsteps were still calm, and his eyebrows and eyes were peaceful: "The march of the moon, there are thousands of heroic souls, the sword is nameless, the long piano returns to fate, the young man in green clothes is far away , Li Ge is finished, and the old man will never return it."

"Daoist Fu Mengsheng is really very elegant. When he is dying, he still has the mood to recite poems." A thick middle-aged male voice sounded in the forest, and the man also appeared, but he was completely covered in black. people.

"Your Excellency has followed you all the way," Fu Mengsheng held the mirror behind his back and said calmly, "The Taoist chanted is a sacrificial speech in the Xie's Ancestral Hall in Jinling."

"Huh? What do you mean?" The masked man was a little confused, so seeing Fu Mengsheng's mouth slightly raised, although his gentle demeanor remained undiminished, no matter how he looked at it, he felt a little mocking, so he finally came out. Angrily said: "You are threatening me with Xie Shi!"

"Daozi is just correcting, not threatening."

"Surround!" The big man in black was so angry that when he finished speaking, countless black shadows sprang out from the forest, brandishing machetes, shouting: "Salah!" Surrounding Fu Mengsheng airtight.

"Daozi's thin body really can't stand the hostility of swords and soldiers," Fu Mengsheng said in a gentle tone, "If you have any appeals, please tax."

"There is no appeal, Taoist priest must die today." The leader of the man in black put the knife on Fu Mengsheng's neck, and said harshly, "Hand over your golden crane."

In just a few days, Fu Mengsheng encountered death threats twice in a row, but Fu Mengsheng didn't care, took out the golden crane from his arms, and calmly handed it to the other party.

When the man saw the crane, he moved forward in a subtle way, but he rolled his eyes and didn't go to pick it up: "The Taoist priest handed it over so easily, could it be that he did some tricks on it?"

Fu Mengsheng smiled and said: "Never before, Daozi has no intention of disputes, and it's useless to keep it, so let's give it to someone who is destined."

"Someone with predestined relationship? The Taoist priest really has a heart as wide as the lake and the sea!" The man's knife was half a point closer, and a thin bloodstain was drawn on Fu Mengsheng's fair neck.

"Yeah~ Daozi's life is like nothing, no one cares about it, but if something unexpected happens this time, the pills he brought can't be delivered to Miss Xie, Sect Master Wang as promised. Both the Wang and Xie families will care about Daozi's whereabouts." Fumeng The tone of the student is gentle.

"You...are you using the Wang and Xie families to suppress me?!" The other party's eyes widened angrily, but the knife didn't make a single point.

"No, it's just pointing out the pros and cons, there's no need to kill people to take things, why bother yourself, you are a smart person, you should understand this truth," Fu Mengsheng still had a calm and gentle attitude, casually put the crane beside him and stretched it over On the branch: "Put the golden crane here. If you have doubts, you can inspect it before taking it."

The other party seemed to be thinking, hesitating, Fu Mengsheng calmly pushed aside the knife on his neck, walked out slowly, and the other minions involuntarily gave way.

It wasn't until the dusty white-clothed figure disappeared at the corner of the misty mountain road that the leader came back to his senses and cursed: "Keep to the north! What kind of ecstasy soup did he pour into me? There is no outsider here, and no one will know what happened What. If he died accidentally, he might have accidentally fallen off a cliff to his death, or was taken away and eaten by a monster in the mountains, how can the Wang and Xie families have any basis to ask me for someone?"

"That's right, he should have wiped his neck with a knife just now!" A man in black yelled.

"His face is too enchantingly beautiful, and his speaking skills are also very deceptive. It is inevitable that he will be deceived because of distraction." Another man in black agreed, "Keep him alive, and troubles will inevitably arise in the future."

The other men in black also agreed one after another, waving machetes and eager to try.

"Why are you still staring blankly?! Go after me and kill him!" the black-clothed man said angrily, "Cut off his tongue and chop him up!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a chuckle in the forest.

I don't know why, all the people in black have a chill coming from their gallbladders. Looking at the reputation, they saw that on the luxuriant hibiscus tree in front of them, there was a smear of red, like a flame, like a bright sun, and the branches and leaves were sparse. Instantly burned the eyes of the crowd.

It was a tall and straight young man in red, with a dog's tail grass in his mouth, and his side face had a delicate outline. Due to the backlight, no one could see his face clearly.

The young man crossed his arms and leaned leisurely halfway against the tree. He had seaweed-like long black hair and a high bundle, and was gorgeously dressed. The machete he wore had a beautiful butterfly peach pattern.

No one knows when he showed up.

"Just now you said, whose life can't be kept?" The young man in red said indifferently, with those cold eyes, there were beautiful and bewitching golden pupils.

The black-clothed leader took a step back unconsciously, swallowed, his throat was still a little dry, but he still boldly said loudly: "Where did you come from, don't meddle in other people's business!"

"Shh." The young man raised his hand to his lips, closed his eyes and made a silent gesture, and exuded a wicked and perverse aura from his whole body, "Listen, the wind is blowing."