98 Heroes Save the Beauty Water Tune Song Head

"Are you the popular snow-clothed fairy? Sure enough, there is a charming posture!"

The young city owner raised his eyebrows and looked at the snow-clad fairy, and exclaimed. His eyes were even more wanton. He stayed in some ** parts, observed carefully, and his eyes were burning with hot possessiveness.

The snow-clothed fairy frowned slightly, and her eyes were more cold and ignored, while many pedestrians next to her showed complex emotions. Xue Chen frowned and observed, and he heard the sigh of the bottom of everyone's heart: "Oh! It's really annoying to be blasphemed by the evil dunk! ......”

After listening to a lot, Xue Chen understood that the father of this tycod and the owner of Huoling City are the descendants of the fire refining immortals. The power is so powerful. This person has been doing evil since he was a child, and there are many rapes, killings and plundering, which is the first evil in the Fire Spirit City. Today, when I heard that the snow-dressed fairy came to Huoling City, I was moved.

The young city owner came a few steps closer, came to the snow-clad fairy, and grinned evilly: "Little beauty, come to my house to be a guest. There are endless mountain and sea delicacies, silk and satin, and you will linger!"

But the snow-dressed fairy ignored him at all and directly turned to Xue Chen's passage, but she didn't look at Xue Chen. But the young city owner didn't think so in his heart. He thought that Xue Chen had captured the heart of the snow-clothed fairy. His face flashed ferociously and shouted at this side, "Hold, an ordinary woman can make me like the blessing of your three lifetimes, and that Qingyi scholar, get out of here!"

But the snow fairy ignored it as Xue Chen, and when the snow fairy passed by him, a trace of surprise appeared in Xue Chen's eyes. He was surprised that Xue Yi was not afraid of the monk, and the doubt could only be attributed to the curse.

Seeing that the two did not pay attention to themselves at all, the young city owner was even more angry, and the fierceness of the seal hall emerged, and the fierceness broke out, mixed with the cultivation of the illusion level, and pressed towards them.

"Humph!" Xue Chen was unhappy. He didn't want the beautiful snow lotus to be destroyed. He opened the mountain and river fan and covered the snow-dressed fairy behind him. A upright will emanated. There was no magic or fairy power fluctuation. It was stopped by his will alone, and the spirit of the young city owner collapsed.

"Huh? Are Qingyi scholars a rare Confucianism? I heard that Confucian students don't practice anger, but only cultivate their chests and have a mouthful of righteousness, and the gods and ghosts avoid it!" The person next to him retreated and whispered in surprise.

The young city owner burned with anger and said with a ferocious smile, "Wh whether you are a Confucian or not, dare to stop me from having fun, die!"

I saw the clothes on the young city owner's body blooming, and the fire lines were permeated towards Xue Chen, which was constructed into a golden and red tripod, which was full of hot air and burned.

"What's the difference between a scholar who has no power to bind a chicken and a bloodthirsty beast? A piece of garbage!" Xue Chen was angry at this moment. Wuxiang's heart changed with his appearance and was dominated by Confucianism. His words and actions also moved closer to Confucianism, showing an angry face.

However, his counterattack is not as simple as that of a scholar. He will increase his will and hit the big tripod back, burning the dage's robe and hair, leaving only one pair of trousers, naked and dry skin. The other party grinned and roared, "Ah! It hurts so much! How dare you hurt me? I want you to live worse than to die. The top ten tortures are served... What are you looking at? Why don't you give it to me!"

After listening to the order, several big men around the duffian immediately rushed to Xue Chen with a fierce expression, but Xue Chen was not afraid at all. He raised his eyebrows and suddenly closed the fan in his hand.

Pup!

"Bold! In broad daylight, do you want to work for the tiger?

Although it is an ordinary speech, under the influence of Xue Chen's straight waist, angry eyes and the momentum of heaven and earth, the aura of heaven and earth automatically generates a strong pressure, which is invisible, only for a few tiger-eye men, which makes their faces flash fear and dare to step forward again.

And the snow-dressed fairy behind her, her eyes flashed with strange light, and a trace of surprise appeared on her cold face, as if she was surprised by Xue Chen's great ability, but then she regained her indifference and walked straight to the gate at the end of the street.

"Ai, girl, please wait a minute!" Xue Chen hurriedly turned around and shouted, ready to chase him.

But at this time, a light suddenly rushed to the center of the city, accompanied by a strong pressure, and a roar: "It hurt my son, how dare!"

"It's not good! It's the owner of Huoling City. I'm afraid he can't resist the strong strength of the true Dharma Level. Now he will suffer!" The insightful people next to him showed concern.

The next moment, Dunguang approached here, but he was a middle-aged man in a golden robe. The big palm directly covered Xue Chen. The law of heaven and earth shook, and a translucent fiery red palm print fell.

"A true Dharma monk dares to be presumptuous!" Xue Chen was angry.

Open the fan again and fan it into the air. The pictures of mountains and rivers suddenly appear vividly. Without energy support, it relies on the will to promote the artistic conception and absorb the mystery and vitality of heaven and earth to condense into illusory mountains and rivers. Under the pressure of the whole world, a small palm seal was simply an arm to block the car, and the Kaka was broken. The city owner was bombarded by the mountains and rivers, vomited blood and flew back. It fell over the city owner's mansion, smashed several buildings and fell into a coma. I don't know if he could survive.

After this delay, Xue Chen turned his head again and saw that the snow fairy was about to leave the city. He immediately caught up, but it was only a little faster than ordinary people, and did not use the power of immortality or divine power.

When he left the city, he was attracted by a picture in front of him, and his pace slowed down, but he saw a slender and winding river flowing through the jungle. The river emitted a light red halo. Under the refraction of the sparkling waves, it looked even more red like blood, which was a sad blood crystal red.

What's more fascinating is that the snow-clothed fairy walked quietly, and the grass swayed, as if acting coquettishly to the fairy who did not eat the fireworks in the world. Before the shadow walked against the waves of the river, it created an illusion that she was about to step into the peerless scroll.

"Girl, please stay!" Xue Chen stretched out his hand and shouted, not hiding his cultivation. He accelerated his pace, turned into a phantom, and then pretended to be tired and gasped to approach the snow fairy.

Stepping!

Xue Chen's footsteps began to slow down. He was afraid of trampling on the flowers and plants, but slid gently. When he caught up with the snow fairy, it was also the end of the jungle. In front of him was the slender Xishui River. The river flowed quietly, and some fish jumped up from time to time. He was afraid of the waves. The whole exuded a unique light red color, exuding tranquility and distance. The cool smell.

"Do you know the story of the West River?"

Suddenly, the snow-dressed fairy spoke and rarely asked questions, which surprised Xue Chen, because he didn't speak more than three words before.

After meditating for a moment, Xue Chen nodded and said, "Xishui River has been a sad story about the goddess of Xishui. It is said that Xishui sent her father-in-law to the country on the other side of the Xishui River for scientific research. When the imperial examination was over, she would look and wait here every day, but she didn't wait until she was too old to walk. She stayed. A drop of blood and tears dyed the whole Xishui River light red. Under the sunset glow, it was different and beautiful!"

The snow fairy did not reply. She stood quietly and looked at the distant line of Tianshui. Xue Chen did not say anything more. He also stood quietly and followed her eyes. She did not try to peep at her thoughts. She just wanted to listen to the peace and quiet natural beauty of the gurgling water together.

Perhaps Xue Chen's previous performance was too amazing. The people in Huoling City did not dare to chase them. They were not fools. It was very clear that even the city owner was not a strong Confucianism. I'm afraid that only immortals could subdue. Only a few people were peeping at the gate and looking at the talented beauty on the banks of the Xishui River. In this situation, few people should not be infected. I'm afraid that a voice will break that peace. Maybe it's the fear of Xue Chen, or maybe it's the yearning for beauty.

I don't know how long it will be. Xue Chen didn't have the concept of time at this moment. He only felt that the snow fairy moved. He turned his head and looked at the clear eyes of the snow fairy who turned around. His beautiful pupils were clear, and there was no variance. He was calm and waveless. He stared at him for a long time before whispered, "I'm leaving!"

After saying that, he turned around and left. Xue Chen looked at it. When the snow coat slipped more than half a foot, he said instinctively, "Your illness? ..."

Qianying stopped, but her voice suddenly became cold: "I'm not sick! Don't follow me again!"

As he said, he continued to move forward. Xue Chen only saw the snow coat and the ribbon with his hands fluttering, and his back was hazy. He wanted to reach out to grab it, and said domineeringly and gently, "Follow me..."

Xue Chen's eyes showed reluctance, because he was really moved for the first time in his life, and it was a very profound kind. The elegant, noble, cold and quiet temperament of the snow-clad fairy fascinated Xue Chen, and his Taoist heart could not suppress that emotion.

But the next moment, this thought was extinguished in vain. His heartless heart stimulated Taoism, and he regained a trace of calmness and thought, "Am I sure to help her become an immortal? You should know that Xianfan is different. If I really fall in love with her, I will watch her grow old. Her face is not important, but can I bear the pain of losing my beloved? I..."

Finally, he asked himself. He was immersed in it for a long time. The snow fairy had gradually faded away, and the shadow was faint. In the end, he chose to give up. He did not have the courage to love and did not dare to bear the painful result. Since he did not dare to bear it, he simply did not start, so his heart cooled down again and extinguished the trace of affection. However, the faint sadness and regret could not be erased. In addition, the Confucianism in the heart of the godless god was the main, so he chose the scholar's way to relieve this love, unfolded the mountains and rivers and fans, and the Confucian immortals on the back were also mourning, looking at the west water with a 'water tune song' to sustenance--

When will the moon be available,

Ask the blue sky with wine,

I don't know where Guangxiu is,

Who called my thoughts?

I want to take advantage of the wind to say goodbye,

I'm afraid that Xuelian will be pitiful again,

At the end of the song, the sunset glow is broken.

The traveling man sobbed,

Blood and tears.

Roll the haze, leaving a lingering glow, reflecting the sad face.

Why does Gu Ningfeng sing songs? People have joys and sorrows,

The moon is cloudy and sunny,

This matter has been difficult for a long time.

I hope the West Water will last forever,

The goddess prints my heart.

His singing is full of ups and downs, boldness and softness coexist, and his spirit blends with the west water. The real emotion flows down the water and flows near the snow fairy.

Perhaps she felt the lack of courage to admiration. The snow-coated fairy just stagnated slightly, and then left again.

The farewell of the snow-capped fairy, the final sinking of the sunset, and the West Water then became quiet, silent, sad and sad...

I'm starting to dig a hole again, er, I still hope not to bury myself.

The protagonist didn't have the courage to love? Everyone despises it and thinks that this kind of beautiful picture is too fake. Just spray it casually! However, since it is a pit, it naturally needs to be filled in. You can guess who is the snow fairy? What will it have to do with pig's feet later? Hey hey! Don't think I'm a random stallion!