Han Shan’s Sword Unsheathed

Que Xianming came to rescue his friend and ran away. He was already well-prepared to be traced by Hanshan strongman, and he made a preparation to survive. The blood escaped for three thousand miles. Who would have been surprised all the way? … It really makes the demon head big.

Meng Xueli made a silent gesture and stretched his arm to help the Daotong on the ground.

Que Xianming watched his expression calmly, thinking he was determined to shoot out his mouth, thinking that this boy was also unlucky.

Meng Xueli went in a real rage, Liu Xiaohuai woke up wandering, his eyes blank for a moment, Huo Ran raised his finger to Que Xianming:

"Elder Meng! I am the real Xiaohuai! He is a ghost, no, he is pretending! You thief dare to swindle in the cold mountains and deceive the elders!" The boy jumped up, trembling with fear, his face pale, But he stopped Meng Xueli behind him, "Elders are not afraid! I will summon the Deacon Hall, no, summon the head of the real person, come to kill the demon ..."

After talking about the storage bag, a mahogany sword was sacrificed.

He has seen the most powerful person in his life, that is, the deacon in charge of the deacon, where he knows how to contact the head, he is in a hurry, and he is expecting to deter the evil and evil people.

Seeing that, Xian Xianming's playful heart rose, and he stretched out **** to pick up the trembling sword body and exerted a little force. With a ‘click,’ he dropped half of the wooden sword down the boardwalk and fell into the vast abyss of clouds.

For a moment, Liu Xiaohuai collapsed and cried, "Elder Meng, run!"

Que Xianming looked at Meng Xueli and was shocked and speechless. He thought about how "you can't help the wind, weak and harmless" in the mountains and rivers.

The seven-year-old kid was cheated by you too, so shameless!

Meng Xueli glared at him, touched his nose embarrassingly, and leaned over to coax the child: "Xiaohuai, he is my friend, and he was just playing around with you. He deliberately pretended to be yours, scaring you here, sorry , I am going to pay him offense for him. I will make another sword for you tomorrow, and it will be better ... "

Finch first apparently showed the original appearance, and some did not understand what is happening now. I only heard Meng Xueli's tone softly: "My companion was greatly mourned, and my friends worried that I was overly worried and came to visit the mountain. Unfortunately, I came to the ancestral hall by accident. , You entertain the guests for me, take him back to Fengfeng for a while, and wait for me to come back, okay? "

Daotong closed his tears and wiped his face indiscriminately, his face turned from white to red, and Xiangqian Xingming paid a courtesy: "It's rude. This senior, please follow me."

Liu Xiaohuai only felt that he had lost Changchunfeng's face. The guests made a joke to make Elder Meng happy, but he overreacted and looked like he had never seen the world. Elder Meng was so good-tempered that instead of scolding him for his rudeness, he comforted him.

Que Xianming wrinkled his eyebrows and gestured to Meng Xueli with his eyes: Is this okay?

No need to kill, no escape, no need to disturb Hanshan Sword Array. What do you say, what do people believe? The ruthless Hanshan Sword School is so good?

Meng Xueli didn't look at him and patted Dao Tongfa's head lovingly: "Go."

Que Xianming thought for a while and realized that he was stupid. Everyone knows that Meng Xueli took great luck to marry Ji Xiao, and most did not want to make progress. Except for Ji Xiao who was helpless and helpless, who would doubt his words?

Waiting for the bird to walk across the suspension bridge with Dao Tongming and step into the Changchun Peak, the breath is rich and fresh, and the mountains are springy, and the Qionglou Yuyu is dotted with the beautiful scenery, so you ca n’t help but ask: "Your elder Meng, usually Do something?"

Dao Tong replied respectfully: "The elder has a calm temperament and likes to be close to flowers and plants. The hypericum flowers in the peak are all planted by his own hands. He often drinks under the flowers to read books, coughs, and Dao Jing. The elders still have three brocades. Carp, a nest of money rats ... "

Finch first thought clearly, no wonder that Meng Xueli was reluctant to return home, Ji Xiao was really a masterpiece, and a fairyland was created between the snowy mountains, which was better than heavenly work.

Anyone who is so carefully supported, I am afraid that Bai will give him a demon king, he will not do it!

...

"Elder Meng has not arrived yet?" Han Shan's head summoned the deacon chief and whispered.

Deacon Chief: "Already sent someone to invite."

In the square outside the ancestral hall, more than a thousand elite disciples of the inner door had finished reading the Taoist Scriptures, and it was their turn to express condolences to the guests in turn.

The deacon chief was a little worried. Elder Meng was young and shallow, and faced big scenes, he was easily exposed. But he is the only relative of Ji Xiao real person, there is no reason to come to incense. I just hope that it won't go wrong.

"Elder Meng arrives--" A young deacon spoke loudly during the speech.

After dealing with the troubles on the mountain road, Meng Xueli came all the way, the bun was slightly chaotic, and the atmosphere was unstable. There was indeed a pitiful appearance of "the Dao companion was greatly lost, the deceased lost his soul"

The Hanshan Ancestral Hall is a tall palace, filled with smoke and candlelight.

At the end of the ancestral hall, the entire wall is filled with plaques, like a majestic pagoda with high layers, which leads directly to the roof of the temple. Those names overlook the people in the fireworks.

When Meng Xueli crossed the entry threshold, more than a hundred eyes fell on him. He didn't know where to go, and he froze for a while.

The master, the masters of each peak and the elders on both sides of the separate ancestral hall are the masters.

The factions in the hall are clearly distinguished. Although they are dressed differently, they are not messy at all, and they are guests.

Only he seemed to be going the wrong way, half master and half guest, staring at him without embarrassment.

Meng Xueli didn't feel embarrassed and wanted to say hello to everyone. Three years of isolation from the world, now there is a desire to communicate with everyone.

"In the snow, you are here, mourning."

The crowd gave way, and an old man in a white robe with a clear face and a spirited heart approached him.

Meng Xueli nodded his head in return: "Head of the real person."

The other peak masters stared at each other, and also came forward to salute, leading him to walk in. Here and now, in front of outsiders, he is the face of Ji Xiao.

Meng Xueli came by coincidence, the guests' condolence was over, and the ceremony was coming to an end. The representatives of the factions traveled thousands of miles away, of course, not only for Shangzhuxiang, but also had many questions to discuss with the Hanshan Jian faction.

Seeing that everything was appropriate and ready to ask questions, the Hanshan strongmen even walked to the door to meet a young man in Jinyihuafu.

The young man was wearing a snow-blue brocade, a hooded silver cloak, and a delicate hand stove in his arms. The white fur of the cape lined his jade-like complexion and delicate eyebrows.

As he approached, the dim and solemn shrine shone into a beam of snow, suddenly bright.

There was still silence in the field, and many people talked in private.

"What a prestigious elder?

"He is the real companion of Ji Xiaoxiao. According to his seniority, he is indeed the same generation as the head of Hanshan. He is one generation older than us."

"It turned out to be him, Meng Xueli. I heard that he only got into the body three years ago, and now ... not bad, the energy is perfect."

"Where is it good? There are real people of Ji Xiao, the elixir of elixir is intensifying every day, and mortals should refining their qi."

"Say a little less, he is now a poor man."

Meng Xueli is a strange person in the spiritual world. He doesn't need to practice hard to prove his worth to Zongmen, and he doesn't have to fight for life or fight for resources. Dao Lu shared his luck, Ji Xiao had his own means to extend his life, maybe he could take him to the future.

His presence makes "Tian Dao Qin Qin" like a joke.

When the joint ceremony was over, people talked about him, and most of them would say: "The beauty is beautiful, it's a pity ..."

It's a pity that it's a vulgar thing. Compared with Ji Xiao, who is high in spirit, Meng Xueli's appearance and temperament are unbearable. Because of the real power of Ji Xiao, half of the words are spoken, and the second half of the sentence is unspoken.

Others planted cypress and cypress bamboo in Dongfu, with a straightforward style, and Mengxueli planted the vulgar hypericum flowers. The others raised the cranes and bluebirds in the peaks, and Meng Xueli raised the koi. He alone pulled down the state of the entire Hanshan.

But when people talk about him at this time, there is no envy and jealousy in the past, and only complex feelings such as pity, sigh, gloating and misfortune remain, as if the future will surely witness his miserable ending.