snow every week

Chapter 4

Song Yuan originally thought that this border town was not rich in products, nor had any characteristics to be proud of, so it should be not very lively and there were no monks.

But as soon as he stepped in, he had a faint feeling of being spied on by the divine sense. Although his spiritual power was exhausted now, his cultivation base was still there, and he was still sensitive to the prying of the divine sense.

It's just that he doesn't want to have anything to do with his past life now, so after a little hesitation, he chooses to take a seat in the lobby, and beckons a young man to come over.

Inquiring about news must give some benefits, Song Yuan was holding a few pieces of silver, and was about to hand it over, but the other party smiled and refused: "Please leave, my son, I am here to invite you to sit on the second floor. Someone is waiting for you."

waiting for him?

Song Yuan felt that the past was long overdue, and it could only be about Xuexue. He frowned, and secretly took out a few talisman papers and held them in his hands: "I understand, please lead the way."

Perhaps Xuexue was accidentally spotted by someone with a high level of cultivation, and the other party found out that the formation on him had another owner, so they threatened him to come to see her.

That's okay, Song Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, although he didn't know what the other party's purpose was, it was good that the other party asked for something.

He followed the attentive young man upstairs, and was seated again, but there was only a brocade robed monk opposite him.

Although she doesn't look well dressed, the circulation of spiritual power in her whole body is undeniable.

And this face, there is always something familiar.

Sure enough, as soon as the other party saw him, there was a bit of eager joy in his eyes, as if he had suppressed it, but he still couldn't hide his excitement: "Senior brother Song, do you still remember me? I am Pu Yun from the outer sect."

Eh?Song Yuan was also a little dumbfounded when he recalled it, he didn't know what to say.

He recognized the person in front of him, Luo Puyun, who is a very capable disciple of the outer sect, but unfortunately his sword heart is not pure enough, so he has no chance to join the inner sect.

how so?Clearly several years have passed, how could there be such a thing as going down the mountain and meeting an outer disciple by chance?

Song Yuan really wanted to pretend that he was not the person he said, but the surprised expression was already on display, how could the other party believe it.

Therefore, he could only remain silent and let the other party chatter.

"When Senior Brother Ruan went down the mountain, he passed out without saying a word, and he could only speak after half a month of training. Later, he called us up the mountain to rescue, but found nothing. I thought... but I didn't want to see each other now, Senior Brother Song... ...."

Luo Puyun weighed the scale of himself as an enthusiastic outer disciple, and carefully observed Song Yuan's expression.

He, an inner sect brother, was known for being soft-hearted in the past. The Ningqing Sword Sect is full of sword cultivators. Not to mention his gentle temperament, this inner sect senior brother doesn't even look like a swordsman in appearance.

Also worshiping under Mr. Yuheng, his senior brother Xie Dianyi and junior brother Ruan Chengxing all have a masculine appearance, but Song Yuan's senior brother is not.

Luo Puyun looked at this inner sect brother whom he hadn't seen for a few years calmly, and only felt one word.

He seems more beautiful.

Yes, pretty.

Senior brother Song Yuan has a pair of soft and affectionate eyes with slightly drooping eyes, sculpted eyebrows and long eyelashes. He has a straight nose, slightly pursed lips and often smiles. The holy monk praised him for his natural Buddha appearance, and wanted to save him to practice Buddhism.

The fat heads and big ears of the Buddha statues offered in Fanjing Mountain looked indifferent. Anyway, the people of Ningqing Jianzong couldn't tell what they looked like, and they almost turned over the table at that time.

But not as beautiful as it is now.

In the past, Senior Brother Song Yuan was said to be very talented, but his senior brother was Xie Dianyi who came from a famous family and had a sword tempered by different fires, and his senior brother was Ruan Chengxing, an immortal genius who was praised as being as graceful as a flying star. He is dull, he took charge of Yuheng Peak's chores, and he didn't seem to be liked by his master, Yuheng Jun. Although there was a smile on his lips, his eyebrows and eyes were always gloomy, and his body was thin, which made his very complexion [-]%.

But now, Luo Puyun said that his throat was dry, and he took a sip of tea.

I don't know where he has been living these past few years. His spiritual power is so weak that he has almost no spiritual power, but his cheeks are no longer thin, and there is a lot of soft flesh. Although his skin is white, it is shiny and lustrous. The lips that were once white are now rosy. Wufa no longer abides by the sect's rules, but is simply tied up, and the fine and soft hair is stretched freely, showing a kind of meandering style that never existed in the sect.

At this moment, he drooped his eyelashes, did not reply, just stared at a cup of tea in front of him, and said softly: "So, you invited me up, is that what you want to say?"

how?Luo Puyun was stunned, the former senior brother Song Yuan had a high attachment to the sect, and he defended it everywhere, so he fully thought that the biggest difficulty of this trip was to find this senior brother whose life or death was uncertain.

However, although the other party was weak and weak as expected, he was far from yearning for the sect.

"Here, Senior Brother Song, everyone in the sect remembers you..."

Song Yuan's heart trembled when he heard the words, but he soon calmed down. He always considered himself an insignificant person in the teacher's school, so he naturally didn't believe this, so he just stood up and said calmly: "You don't have to call me senior brother anymore. ..Ruan Chengxing has already delivered the things, and I almost lost his life by helping him once. It is counted as repaying the kindness of the sect. If there is nothing else, I will..."

Luo Puyun was taken aback for a moment, but after all, he had a lot of things to do, so he immediately turned around: "Well, that's good, but I have been taken care of by my senior brother a lot in the past, what should my senior brother do, I have stayed here for a while, maybe I can I will help you."

Song Yuan hesitated for a moment, but finally his worry about Xuexue broke through the embarrassment of facing his old friend: "I'm looking for someone."

Luo Puyun's eyebrows twitched, and he was looking for someone, which meant that Song Yuan had a companion these few years.

"He was tall and handsome, wearing a black cloak and a sapphire crown."

Luo Puyun pondered for a moment when he heard the words, and then said: "I have never seen this person before, but this place is remote, the past few days have been calm, there is nothing wrong with it, but a month ago, a group of people in red clothes with advanced cultivation came, but He left in a hurry two days ago."

Although he is stationed here, after all, this is not the territory of Ningqing Jianzong, and he will not act rashly until he finds out the exact news. It's just that this place is not a rich place, and it is very conspicuous when monks come occasionally.

Song Yuan's expression changed. Two days ago, wasn't it the day when Xuexue went down the mountain?

"Ren Yiren? Do you know who they are?"

Luo Puyun shook his head, but when he saw Song Yuan's panicked expression, he couldn't help comforting him and said: "These people in red clothes are not low in cultivation, I can only see that one of them has formed a golden core, but such a person must not be able to hide Where to go..."

Only one golden core can be seen, which means that the others are all above the golden core. Wouldn't it be easy for such a group of people to rob Xuexue who only has a strong body.

Song Yuan has lived a peaceful life on the snow-capped mountains for the past few years, and he has almost forgotten what a cruel world he came from.

This is a non-my race, a world that can be used as medicine.

Song Yuan lowered his eyes, his body trembled slightly, the strong regret and panic almost overwhelmed him.

His handsome and considerate little husband is a ferocious beast in the eyes of others.

He shouldn't have forgotten about it, he shouldn't have let Xuexue go down the mountain alone, he shouldn't have made Xuexue think that all human beings are like him, so that Xuexue was totally unsuspecting.

If at the beginning, some more spiritual power could be forced out, it would be enough for him and Xuexue to form a bond forever...

It was all his previous faults and omissions, and now he will be left behind again.

The person in front of him didn't know what he thought of, and his face was as pale as paper. Although Luo Puyun didn't know why, he still comforted him with a hint of temptation: "Could this person be Brother Song's life-saving benefactor? But brother, don't worry too much. Wandering here, I have never found any traces of corpses or spell collisions, presumably that brother's life should be safe."

Seeing that the other party finally looked at him squarely, Wu Run's pupils trembled in shock, and Luo Puyun lowered his voice, "However, with the cultivation of those people, I'm afraid he has already been taken away, and it will be difficult for him to come back."

"If you want to find someone, one person's strength is not enough. Brother Song, you probably don't know it. Everyone knows that you and Brother Ruan went to the snow mountain to find medicine for the master. It's not good for Mr. Yuheng to take advantage of it." Xuelian is also well, your whereabouts are unknown, the sect has sent countless disciples to look for it over the past few years..."

Song Yuan is actually not interested in the latter, but the first half of the sentence is correct. The world is so big, it is very difficult for him to find Xuexue as soon as possible by himself, so he hesitated for a moment, and said softly: "You...let me go again Think about it."

He wanted to check around again.

But no, not even the nearest capital city.

Three days later, Song Yuan embarked on the flying boat full of despair. Before setting off, Luo Puyun stood beside this beautiful senior brother, carefully explaining the changes in the sect over the past few years, but unfortunately, he received very little response.

The previously meek and responsive Senior Brother Song had a blank expression, always looking at the small white peak on Mount Buzhou.

until it disappears from view.

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Ningqing Sword School: Your wife is so delicate, she is mine now

Xuexue:! ! ! (meaningless snake hissing)