Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

Meng Danqing is wearing a purple dress, with long light blond hair tied up in a bun. Her temperament is not much different from before. To be honest, she looks more confident than before, and her posture is more proud.

If you practice "Shennong Liuli Gong" step by step, it will be quite difficult to reach the highest level in a short time.

Even though she is backed by the Dao Sect, she still has deep connections.

However, when her senior gave her a few simple instructions, she thought it was nothing at first. It was only when she started to practice that she understood the meaning of those words.

She and several other practitioners have taken different paths and have different purposes for practicing this martial art, so the results will naturally be different.

"Don't say anything if you don't know how to speak." Yun Wanggui reprimanded his unreliable friend, and then solemnly said: "But I do have a bad feeling. It's just a whim. It shouldn't be."

Normally, the whim of a practitioner is not a trivial matter.

However, Yun Wanggui went through his experiences in recent years and could not find the source of his whim.

Then he used his skills to straighten it out and pretended that nothing happened. If he could avoid this kind of thing, he could avoid it. No matter how well-prepared he was, he couldn't avoid it. Rather than bothering him for a long time and accomplishing nothing, it would be better to just do it.

Meng Danqing asked: "Do you need me to divine for Brother Yun?"

"If you don't say anything about your strange power, just pretend that nothing happened." Yun Wanggui, who had already chosen to be ruined, gave up treatment.

Yuan Wuxiang on the side began to gloat: "You are so brave. If something happens, don't ask me and Danqing to save you."

"Our former master's achievements are too easy to inflate." Yun Wanggui raised his arm directly and gave him an elbow: "Also, don't subconsciously think about dragging Danqing into trouble."

"Don't forget about the business." Yuan Wuxiang, who narrowly avoided the sneak attack of his friend, immediately launched a counterattack.

Their purpose this time is not to travel around, but to protect Meng Danqing as he travels across China and pave the way for the integration of the map. The current location is in the west of Nanwulin. Strictly speaking, Yuanwuxiang can be counted as half Host, Daozhen is based between the Central Plains and the Southern Wulin, and the original head of the Daomen Fa Sect graduated from Daozhen.

Tianqiang City is now located in Nanwulin.

Therefore, it is reasonable to say that Yuan Wuxiang is half the host.

Since the progress has been transferred from the Central Plains to the southern border, Zonghengzi also made a rare trip back to Wenfeng Valley. However, Yuan Wuxiang and his group settled in Famen, which is now the Confucian Fasect.

Yun Wanggui curled his lips: "Aren't you leading the way?"

"I remember there is a river not far ahead, and there is a pavilion on the bank where you can rest."

Yuan Wuxiang changed the subject. One of the unspoken rules of the rivers and lakes is that all rivers with pavilions are equipped with formations.

A pavilion like this is a building that is convenient for Jianghu people. There are few people who can't think of demolition here. If you are lucky, you may encounter an expert who stays here. It's not like there are no such things in Jianghu. A group of warriors move around, but they also shoulder the responsibility of maintenance. It can be said that the world is full of wonders.

The three of them set off again and walked 25 miles in the direction pointed by Yuan Wuxiang when they heard the sound of the river.

But the first thing that catches the eye is not the turbulent river, but a fragrant white plum forest. Logically speaking, it is not yet the season for plum trees to bloom.

"It's a bit outrageous to plant white plum trees in Nanwulin." Yun Wanggui complained about the distant scene.

Hearing this, Yuan Wuxiang also looked into the distance: "White plum blossoms? This forest didn't exist back then."

Due to the suitable climate in Nanwulin, woodlands are common, just like the one they passed through before, but under normal circumstances, the climate is closely related to the species of animals and plants in a place.

Therefore, what we see now is actually somewhat abnormal.

A trace of surprise flashed in Meng Danqing's eyes, but she covered it up without any trace, pretending that nothing happened.

At the same time, Yun Wanggui's right eye also twitched, but he still insisted on his previous idea and used his power to suppress the abnormality. "Now that you have come, be safe. Go and take a look and you will know what is going on." The Confucian sect's guard is still confident. He is worthy of being the orthodox lineage of Confucian saints and Mingde. Meng Danqing has quietly opened the distance between the two.

She was afraid that blood would be splashed on her body later. Compared to the other two, Meng Danqing, who had been deeply involved in Danqing, had different talents than them. Because she had seen such Qi, she could probably guess who left this place, but she couldn't be sure. Whether the senior is still staying, no matter what, she will treat it as nothing happened this time.

While she was dazed, Yuan Wuxiang in front of him withdrew his gaze and greeted her: "Danqing, let's go."

As the three of them gradually approached the white plum forest, in addition to the sound of the river, they could vaguely hear the sound of the piano. It was like a bright moon shining on the pines, like a clear spring flowing on the rocks. The plum blossoms in the forest rustled with the sound of the piano. .

The clear music is in harmony with heaven and earth, just like a pot of aged wine, making people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

As a result, Meng Danqing distanced himself slightly from them.

"Is it possible that someone has more time than us?" Yun Wanggui sighed.

Yuan Wuxiang corrected him: "We have business to do and we are not idle."

"So, who would be free enough to play the piano here?" The Confucian sect's guard was about to continue speaking when an idea flashed: "I seem to have heard this tone somewhere."

"where is it?"

"It's been so long that I forgot."

"Speaking of which, there should be quite a few people in the Confucian sect who are good at music. Is it one of your classmates?"

"Not like my senior."

If it wasn't Xia Chenglin or Cui Luohan, it would be difficult for him to guess anyone else. At this time and at this place, it stands to reason that no one in the door should be free to this extent.

"Wait!" Yun Wanggui suddenly thought of a possibility.

Yuan Wuxiang, who noticed the change in his expression, expressed concern:
"what happened?"

"I hope I guessed wrong." The Confucian sect's guard hesitated, and gave up the struggle after weighing the matter.

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However, God never fulfills people's wishes. When Yun Wanggui and the others passed through the Baimei Forest, he just wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in, or simply turn around and escape from this place of right and wrong, as if he had never been there.

"Master, save me!"

"What to do? What to do? What to do!!!"

"What should I do if I accidentally break up the tryst between Uncle Sword Emperor and Siming!"

"Who will save me?!"

At this moment, not only Yun Wanggui, but also Yuan Wuxiang and Meng Danqing, who had made guesses about the person inside, all stood stunned on the spot after seeing the scene in the pavilion.

He didn't dare to move, and he even forgot to breathe.

Because things seem to have become a bit serious. Who would have thought that they would encounter such a thing in such a place. Meng Danqing said that when he first met his senior, he was still alone.

In the pavilion, Wanhe Songfeng, which was placed on the stone table, was playing by itself. The red-haired young man held the snow-haired woman in his arms, acting intimately.

To be precise, Ji Wuxia was feeding Lin Chongyang alcohol by kissing him.