The head master said: "Please explain more clearly to the realm master."
Hu Si smiled: "I don't understand? Then let it be."
At this time, the sky was still dark, and the ice-blue dark light penetrated through the Linghua window, and the blue smoke of the candles and the incense burner floated in the room.
He walked towards the thin young man who was sitting in meditation, and looked down at the other's face condescendingly:
"Hanshan is not used to living, so he came to Tianhu Dajing to find me."
The young man is neither humble nor arrogant: "The realm is so loving, I dare not accept it."
Hu Si was wearing a loose plain white robe, but his inner robe was a gorgeous crimson red, revealing snow-white bare feet when he walked. Like a red lotus blooming at night, frivolous and noble.
He actually dared to abduct someone in front of Hanshan. Peak Master Liu Lan said in a cold voice, "What are you doing for me? Do you want to modify the 'Fengyue Dao'?"
Hu Si replied earnestly: "If he wants, of course he can. There are three thousand avenues, and different paths lead to the same goal. Among the wonderful methods, the sword has the advantages of the sword, and the wind and moon have the use of the wind and the moon."
The younger disciples are still there, and the real master really doesn't want them to continue this topic, so he took the lead in salute and said goodbye: "This time, thank the realm master."
Hu Si casually waved his hand: "You should not be thankful for your effort. Chunshui and Qiuguang, come and see off the distinguished guests for me."
Behind the curtain, the two graceful beauties agreed softly.
The peak masters seemed to recall some bad memory at the same time, and their faces turned pale.
The sect head kept saying, "No, no need! Stop the clouds, let's go."
The strong men in Hanshan hurried to leave, like a group of old schoolboys and bumpkins who had been defeated in the brothel.
Leaving the cloud boat, the five-handled flying swords swept across the sky, dashing towards the main peak of Hanshan.
"Hu Si has become more and more indulgent over the years!" Sect Master Jian Weizhen sighed.
Peak Master Ziyan was deeply touched: "Seeing him, his life span is ten years short. It's more tiring than fighting."
Peak Master Yue Que: "I can't figure it out, how can Ji Xiao tolerate him?"
Ji Xiao thought, Senior Brother will always restrain a little in front of me, for fear that I will hurt his beauties.
Ji Xiao didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, let him sit and let him sit, let him go and let him go. From anyone's point of view, he is a disciplined and polite outsider disciple.
Hu Si did not doubt him, the phrase 'junior brother' was not deceiving him, but deceiving Hanshan. When the voice fell, if any of the Hanshan peak masters responded incorrectly, Hu Si knew that Ji Xiao was not dead.
Because if Ji Xiao is alive, he will definitely secretly pass the news to the sect - all the big figures in the cultivation world think so, including Ji Xiao's senior brother.
…
After the people in Hanshan left, the vermillion treasure boat passed through the sea of clouds and slowly returned to the south.
Hu Si threw away his robes to meet the guests, and leaned against the couch in a dark red tunic, while two beauties poured wine for him.
He asked gently, "Chun Shui, why are you so absent-minded?"
The woman in the blue skirt, as delicate as spring water, listened to his question, her face flushed red: "Hanshan took a lot of trouble to invite you, just to see that young man? My concubine is stupid and doesn't understand."
Hu Si turned his head and asked with a smile, "Qiuguang, what do you think?"
The woman in the blue skirt with the famous Autumn Light is obviously more bold and active: "Our cloud ship flew from the sky over the South China Sea to the Northland, there is such a big movement. Within half a day, the whole continent will know that Hanshan asked the realm master to make a divination for one person, then Humans are geniuses of innate swordsmanship. Hanshan wants to make a name for the 'Heirs of Jixiao', how could there be a simpler and more effective way?"
Chun Shui frowned, "What does the word 'Snow Avoidance' mean?"
Qiuguang said proudly: "Where is there no snow in Hanshan? The Changchun Peak Formation was designed by the realm master himself. Except for the cloud formation in our Tianhu realm, it costs the realm master the most effort. 'Reversing the time of the sky, eternal Changchun', how much A great creation! Wouldn't it be a pity if it was abandoned in the future? The realm master, is your concubine right?"
Hu Si smiled but said nothing.
"Junior Brother, you go..."
He raised the wine cup, as if to worship the sky, but uttered the most simple complaint of countless market women:
"Leaving you alone as a widow, how can you live?"
…
Meng Xueli really thought about it.
He stood by the cold pool on the west side of Yanjianping, and in front of him was a group of inner disciples with swords around their waists and indifferent eyes, led by the four people from yesterday.
Behind them were a group of disciples from the outside of the Dharma Hall. Some were at a loss, while others looked nervous.
Under the icy blue sky, thin snow is flying.
The sky will be bright, the wind and the moon will fade, and the cold pool will be covered with snow.
Meng Xueli held the small stove and sighed:
"I don't want to do what you said, because this sword formation was originally wrong."