Respect

Gu Qingfeng rode the old horse, while remembering, while admiring the surrounding scenery.

Slowly came to the foot of Wuse Mountain. Two young disciples were guarding the gate. Gu Qingfeng said the purpose of the trip and stated that he came to visit the seniors of dead wood. The disciples who guarded the mountain gate did not embarrass him, but only responded to the approaching Wuser Flowers bloom, Wuseshan is busy, and there is no time for hospitality.

Speaking of it, it is not difficult to enter Wuseshan quietly with the skill of the ancient breeze. Even if Wuseshan is shrouded in powerful formations, it is as easy as him to enter an uninhabited land.

However, if you think about it, it's fine.

It ’s not a big deal to visit, anyway, it ’s okay to wait a few more days anyway.

What's more, he also knows that Wuseshan has no outside or inside door. There is no personal discipleship and no mixed service. Anything from the elders to the disciples must be done in person, or wait for the five-colored flowers to fall, and wait for the seniors to finish their work.

Taking advantage of this few days, I would like to take this opportunity to appreciate and appreciate the sea of ​​colored flowers. When I was about to leave, a woman came from the distance.

This is a woman who looks gentle and touching. She is wearing a light blue dress, her long hair naturally hangs behind her, fluttering slightly with the wind, giving a very quiet and feminine feeling.

"Sister Qingxi, you are back."

When the two disciples guarding the mountain gate saw the woman, they immediately stepped forward to say hello.

The woman named Qingxi nodded slightly, reported a smile, and then looked at Gu Qingfeng and asked, "This is"

The two disciples told the situation again. It seems that Qingxi didn't expect someone to visit the dead wood elder, and she is still a young man. In her impression, the old wood elder has rarely gone out since the end of antiquity, even if someone Most of them are old friends, and never have young people come to visit.

"I don't know why my son visited Elder Deadwood?"

What happened?

Gu Qingfeng who asked this question really did n’t know how to answer for a while. He just wanted to see the seniors withered. There was nothing important. By the way, if I could help you, I could not help thinking about it. Saying this, he groaned for a moment, and responded, "After passing by here, I am a senior of Deadwood, and come here to visit."

"So it is."

Qingxi nodded and responded softly: "However, near Wu Shui Hua, Wu Shui Shan is busy with this matter, and Elder Mu is the host of the Wu Shui Flower Party. His elders are afraid that he will not have time to receive you."

"No problem, I'll wait a few days."

Gu Qingfeng was surprised when he heard about the Five-Colored Flower Festival, and asked, "Are you still in the Five-Colored Flower Festival?"

Wu Shui Hua is a grand event hosted by Wu Shui Mountain. It is held almost every year when Wu Shui Hua is blooming.

In his impression, the so-called five-colored flowers would be that some elegant and elegant visitors would exchange some fairy arts while admiring the five-colored flowers, and the exchanged fairy arts were not matrix formations, martial arts, and more mainly piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

The reason why Wuseshan's Jiujue Solitary is known as Jiujue is that each of them has his own mastery, or is proficient in music, calligraphy, painting, or chess, and so on. His predecessors are familiar with music, In ancient times, it was one of the best masters of music in Northwest China. The ancient breeze knew the rhythm with the seniors of dead wood at the Five-Color Flower Fair.

I just didn't expect that for so long in the past, Wuseshan still insisted on holding the Wusehua Festival every year.

"I heard that Senior Dead Wood is not injured? Does it seem to be inconvenient? Why does his old man preside over the flower party?"

"I haven't hosted a flower party for a long time. It's been about a hundred years."

When he said this, Qingxi looked slightly bleak, and said, "This host just wanted to collect precious musical scores for everyone to enjoy, and for this reason, his old man worked hard for several years."

"So it is."

Gu Qingfeng was lamented. He has practiced for five hundred years, and many people have seen it, but he is truly selfless, he never forgets his heart, and he is very few who do good deeds. Among them, the old dead wood is definitely one.

"If the son is not in a hurry, you can wait for a few days in the guest room in the garden, and by the way, you can also participate in our flower party hosted by Wuseshan. After the flower party, I can pass on your behalf." Qingxi asked: "I haven't asked for advice Your son and your surname. "

"My surname is Gu."

Gu Qingfeng pondered that since Father Mumu presided over the five-color flower party, there was no need to visit it again.

"Gu Gong, if there is nothing else, I can take you to the room now."

Gu Qingfeng nodded and followed Qingxi into the garden.

He could see that this young man at Qingxi was already a Taoist deity of Yuanshen, and he was also the kind of Yuanshen who had been fully transformed in 1981. In addition, the three creations are also good. These cultivations are placed in any martial arts in the northwestern part of the world for these creations. I am afraid that they are all outstanding. Even if they are not the masters, they are definitely the best personal disciples.

The most important thing is that, even so, this Qingxi is still not arrogant and arrogant. It is very rare to be kind and approachable.

He has to sigh, Wuseshan is indeed Wuseshan, which is admirable.

"Sister, I ask you about someone."

While on the road, Gu Qingfeng suddenly thought of the goddess when he was young, and he wanted to ask, "You have a big beauty named Liu Qingyan in Wushan Mountain?"

The voice had just dropped, and Qingxi, who was moving forward, stopped abruptly, looking at him with a strange look.

"what happened?"

"That's my master."

Upon hearing this, Gu Qingfeng felt dumb and said, "This is really a coincidence."

Indeed ~ www.readwn.com ~ Gu Qingfeng didn't expect to ask his seniors for the first time, but met his disciples. This time, he asked Liu Qingyan and met her disciples again, but think about it carefully Not too coincidentally, there are not many disciples in Wuseshan. Unlike other schools, a master brings hundreds or thousands of disciples, and a master in Wuseshan teaches only a few disciples at best.

"What a coincidence?"

"It's nothing." Gu Qingfeng asked, "Is your master in Wuse Mountain now?"

"My master went out, but he will be back before the flower show."

"Really? That's just right."

After all, she was a goddess when she was young. Since she came to Wuse Mountain this time, she has to see everything.

Perhaps the strange words of Gu Qingfeng caused Qingxi's suspicion. She stared at Gu Qingfeng and asked, "Aren't you here to visit Father Deadwood? Suddenly asked my master what to do?"

"Big sister, don't get me wrong. I have no other meaning. Your master had kindness to me before. I just want to see her."