Unexpectedly, Xia Pingsheng suddenly mentioned Duobao Pavilion, and Xiang Yao was also stunned. It seemed that she had underestimated Xia Pingsheng. He decided not only to be a chief manager of the Yan family with extremely high cultivation, but his eyesight and wisdom are no longer comparable to ordinary practitioners.

Even the secret connection between the Flower Temple and Duobao Pavilion was seen by him.

After Xiang Yao's mind came to his mind, the vines tangled from the ground and twisted branches rolled into it like snakes. The blood-colored light rising from the green vines swallowed all the vivid bodies, which was obviously not a means that ordinary real people could use.

"If Duobao Pavilion did not support you behind the scenes, how could you and Hu Donglai be able to make a splash in front of me in Yujing? Don't think that no one knows your tricks. If you use too much of the evil sect, you will eventually retaliate against yourself!"

Xiang Yao couldn't speak either, but just stared at Xia Pingsheng in front of her, thinking about how to end this meeting and get out of it without hesitation.

Although Xia Pingsheng is at the real person level and is one level higher than himself, Xiang Yao has accumulated over the past few decades of deep accumulation, and her secret method is the real power of the great way. She doesn't know how many real person-level strong people she has confused, so Xiang Yao should have had a trace of confidence in her heart. But for some reason, when she looked at Xia Pingsheng's bottomless eyes, she felt a burst of powerless cold.

She suddenly began to regret, and she was so careless that she came to negotiate terms with Xia Pingsheng. Now, she would inevitably have to fight Xia Pingsheng.

Originally, Xiang Yao came to Yan Mansion just because she learned about Hu Donglai's death. The Yan Mansion made major adjustments and pulled out many of her deliberate chess pieces, so she was preparing to secretly investigate. However, when she was about to leave Yan Mansion, Xiang Yao suddenly stood in front of Xia Pingsheng's snowy courtyard with a whim, preparing to use her Fengyue Avenue to try it out.

Besides, the thoughts of the world are nothing more than wine, sex, wealth, and she doesn't believe that someone is spotless. If Xia has a little bit of aroused in her life, she can get a loophole and drill into his heart to find out.

But this time, it was like the night when I met the demon last time. Xiang Yao finally discovered that no matter how Xia Pingsheng's heart used to provoke, he was always like a firm rock, as indifferent and arrogant, like a god, as if he would not move for anything.

Xia Pingsheng slowly raised his hand and pointed at him. Xiang Yao, who was floating in the sky, suddenly felt as if something heavy was tied to his feet. With a loud bang, Xiang Yao fell straight from a high place and stood in front of Xia Pingsheng.

Xiang Yaoming was not afraid, and showed a charming smile. He stretched out his hands, revealing his white wrists like white porcelain, twisted his fingers into orchids, his feet one by one, one behind, barely lit the ground, revealing his snow-white ankles, and even posed in a dance posture.

"I've seen the dance, so I don't have to take it out and show my eyes off again."

Xia Pingsheng said indifferently, and when he stretched out his hand, a cold feeling attacked Yao. With a whoosh, it drove the surrounding airflow and flew towards Xiang Yao with an unrivaled momentum.

Xiang Yao moved her hands and feet together, showing graceful dancing postures. Her fast-moving limbs actually made phantoms, which seemed to be dancing, but in fact they were attacking and defending each other, and they did a great job.

However, Xia Pingsheng's cold meaning was not so easy to defend against. He did not fly straight towards Xiang Yao, but followed Xiang Yao's dancing, like a swimming fish, and merged into her dance. Once he wanted to stop, the cold meaning would shoot directly at her vital point from close range.

Xiang Yao also discovered that Xia Pingsheng's magical power was so not simple that he could not stop for a moment. He had to keep dancing, and then the dancing power guided the cold meaning.

Xia Pingsheng stood at the gate of the Snow Domain Courtyard and looked at Xiang Yao quietly, but no longer took action. Seeing that Xiang Yao was getting more and more difficult, her white face turned slightly red, Xia Pingsheng snorted coldly and said, "The Great Way of Fengyue is also the meaning of millions of great ways. I saw that your cultivation was not easy before, and I didn't want to attack you directly. Whether you can avoid my 'snow meaning' depends on your luck."

After saying that, Xia Pingsheng walked into the snowy courtyard and closed the door.

Outside the yard, Xiang Yao was still entangled with the snow. At this time, she was sweating profusely and did not dare to relax for a moment.

After another half an hour, Xia Pingsheng's Xueyi was still determined, but Xiang Yao spent half her life. In the end, she had to take off a magic weapon jade hairpin that was originally a means of saving her life. Suddenly, the green light appeared and surrounded Xiang Yao.

When Xiang Yao stopped, Xue Yi hit the green light with a "bang". Suddenly, the green light made a crisp sound like a broken jade, and then Xiang Yao fell heavily.

puff!

A mouthful of blood surged out of her throat. Xiang Yao's life was saved, but she was also seriously injured.

Looking at the Xueyuyuan again, Xiang Yao's eyes became more afraid.

The next Yujing City ushered in a period of calm time, calmly like a quietly flowing black water river, shining with a peaceful light in the sun.

A water tower in Fu Mansion is blooming with clusters of bright yellow-red flowers. The tender yellow petals support a cluster of bright red stamens like blood. They sway gently with the slightly moist wind passing by the lake, emitting a fragrance that is fascinating and reminds of the night wine.

Fu Mingyuan was holding a snow-white kitten in her arms, and was gently caressing her, looking at the flowers and in a daze.

"Brother, these flowers are growing more and more prosperous, but after not long, no one will appreciate them. Don't they feel lonely?"

On the other hand, Fu Mingxuan stood in front of an elm wooden table carved with exquisite dragon and phoenix patterns, holding a paintbrush in his hand dipped ink in the inkstone.

After dipping it gently on the edge of the inkstone, Fu Mingxuan picked up the pen and fell on the snow-white rice paper spread on the table.

"What's there to be lonely? Loneliness is only known when you are alive, but you don't know anything when you die."

Fu Mingyuan opened her eyes wide and looked over, saying, "Brother, can't these blood cherry blossoms survive after we leave?"

Fu Mingxuan chuckled and said lightly: "This blood cherry blossom spruce was discovered on the top of a mountain called Juejue in the north of Jingzhou when I was fifteen years old. At that time, I was just simply curious. This flower was so beautiful, it was indeed in a white snow peak."

"Until later, my uncle who was traveling with me told me that the blood cherry blossoms were not like ordinary flowers, relying on the roots to absorb nutrients from the soil or, she relied on the absorption of air."

"Essence?"

"Yes, maybe it should be said to be the essence. On the mountain, it absorbs the essence of the sun and the moon so that it can grow into such a bright appearance in such a cold environment. I thought it was fun in my mind, so I took the seeds and brought them back and planted them in the mansion, which is also a scene."

Fu Mingyuan nodded and said, "But I remember, brother, you planted this flower for a long time, but you didn't succeed. Even if you survived, you would not have grown into such luxuriant prosperity."

"It's true. We are not as good as the mountain here. The light of the sun and the moon is much more turbid. If it is said to be the essence, it will be very few."

"Why..."

"Later I discovered that this flower can also live by human essence. Therefore, once planted in a place where people often move, it can grow well."

For so many years, Fu Mingyuan has always thought that the bloody cherry blossom stamens are like normal flowers, but they have grown a little luxuriantly. Thinking about this, it is still the case that the flowers grow even more luxuriant in places with a large population.

Since then, the Fu Mansion has lost popularity and Huaer must be dead.

Thinking of this, Fu Mingyuan sighed slightly, and his eyes drifted towards the Yan Mansion.

"So, people are the same. There are many ways to live. Relying on the ground means living, and relying on people means living. People are always better than flowers. These two things are unreliable. There is always someone else who can rely on the method."

I don’t know if Fu Mingyuan heard Fu Mingxuan’s words, but she touched the cat in her arms and became more and more sad and sad.

Fu Mingxuan gradually became silent and focused on his paintings.

It was rustling, a breeze blew, and the flowers danced gently, and Fu Mingyuan closed her eyes slightly.

Fu Mingxuan looked terrified and looked in the direction where the wind blew.

"The gentle breeze knows my intentions, and the lake water shakes people's hearts."

With the thick male voice appearing in front of the two, a middle-aged man wearing a long blue gown, a black iron sword, thin and tall, with a spirited eyebrows and eyes.

"Uncle Master!" Fu Mingxuan's glasses suddenly opened wide, and he was both surprised and happy.

"Hanzhou is so elegant. When painting in such a comfortable place, there are such beautiful people accompanying you. Why don't you share this Fengyue Avenue with me?"

After saying that, the uncle's eyes were placed on Fu Mingyuan, who was curious.

"Ahem," Fu Mingxuan looked embarrassed and said, "This is my sister, Fu Mingyuan."

"This..." The uncle of the junior teacher suddenly felt sweating on his forehead. He knew Fu Hanzhou's origin, so he didn't expect that he would have a sister in his concept. He seemed to relieve the embarrassment: "It's better to be a companion and be closer."

Fu Mingyuan, who was standing beside him, had long been staring at the young master who suddenly appeared, and his eyes became unkind.

"Yuan'er, you must not be unreasonable." Fu Mingxuan also felt the trend of his sister's hot temperament, so he stopped it first.

"It's okay, it's okay, there's something wrong with me first." The uncle also looked cynical and looked very casual.

"Yuan'er, this is my uncle from Xiaoyou's sect, Yuanji's real person."

Fu Mingyuan opened her eyes wide and looked at the man in front of her. She was only in her thirties and acted unruly, and she looked more like a casual cultivator from there. Unexpectedly, she was Fu Mingxuan's uncle and had reached the realm of a real person.

"Yuaner, you go down first and let me talk about the past with my uncle first."

Fu Mingyuan rolled his eyes at him, thinking to himself how long it has been since you returned to Yujing, where did you come from and tell me about the old master? It was obvious that I wanted to say something secret and didn't want to let myself know.

Although Fu Mingyuan thought so in her heart, she never dared to disobey Fu Mingxuan's intentions. She agreed and jumped away with the white cat in her arms.

"What a smart and wonderful person!"

Looking at Fu Mingyuan's back, the junior uncle murmured.
Chapter completed!