Chapter 20 Frost

The Bixiao Palace is the residence of Qionghua's female disciples.

The inner pavilion and buildings are beautiful. There are green graceful figures everywhere, either practicing swords or practicing methods, just like the Yao Pool of the Queen Mother of the West. They are all fairies walking, which is wonderful.

For the fairy scenery in the Bixiao Palace, I don't know how many male disciples in Qionghua's school want to see it, but the owner of the Bixiao Palace is very vicious and is known as "Imianni". As long as someone dares to steal into the Bixiao Palace, she finds that they have broken a leg or abandoned their cultivation and throw it down the mountain.

Only in the Qiongyu Building near the Bixiao Palace, people like Ning Kun dare to climb the hill in the middle and secretly watch the spring in the Bixiao Palace.

Lin Mengyao followed Mo Wuqiu and walked in the sky. She quickly went to the Bixiao Palace, but along the way, Lin Mengyao's eyes were always looking in the direction of the Qiongyu Building.

All this was penetrated by Mo Wuqiu, but she didn't break it, just sighed in her heart.

"You have just made a breakthrough, take good care of yourself and consolidate your cultivation!"

After returning to the Bixiao Palace, Mo Wuqiu only said a light word and then left.

"Hmm!" Lin Mengyao nodded slightly and saw Mo Wuqiu leave.

However, after Mo Wuqiu's figure disappeared, she was not in a hurry to go back to the house, but only stood in front of the door and was stunned.

The direction she can see is the place where the elders of Qionghua School live, the Qiongyu Building, which is separated from one of the mountains of the Bixiao Palace.

There is a medicine garden there, but I don't know if the person in her heart is practicing in that garden now.

"What else can he do besides practicing!"

Thinking of the long-awaited man, a smile appeared at the corners of her mouth.

"Sister Lin!"

"You're out of the customs!"

When Lin Mengyao was distracted, Li'er suddenly appeared.

"Sister Mo!" Lin Mengyao came to her senses. She and Li'er have always had a good relationship. After two years of isolation, she couldn't help but feel warm.

"Sister, you should have broken through to the middle of the Qing Dynasty!" Li'er ran to Lin Mengyao and took her hand with a smile on her face.

"Hmm!" Lin Mengyao nodded slightly.

"Except for Brother Chang, this family is the most powerful. I'm really ashamed as a senior sister!" Li'er laughed.

Lin Mengyao heard this, but a scene appeared in her mind.

The man who met thousands of thunder and thunder in the sword of Yunyanhui.

In the Longmen Valley, the man stepped on a line of yellow light, and the imperial sword rushed into the mouth of the ancient giant.

And on the islands in the East China Sea, the man fought against the demon master for her and protected her to death.

"If you are angry, put a sword through my chest!"

His eyes are as tenaty as a cold sword. When he said that, he didn't know whose heart he had hurt!

"Ha ha!" Lin Mengyao couldn't help smiling when she thought of this.

He always works so hard, but no one remembers him after that little glory.

But he did not dispute those nihilistic things, but just sat in the herbs, his body covered with flowers and plants, silently refining his own way.

"Sister, you don't know that a lot of things happened during your retreat..."

When Li'er saw Lin Mengyao's smile, she couldn't help but be happy and talked about many things in the past two years.

From the fairy sword school on Mount Emei Mountain, the right road gathered together. Lin Changkong, the head of the fairy sword school, fought against the sword saint, and then Liang Ziqiao attacked Yuzhou City. The two paths of Zhengmo were separated into Wushan, on Mount Bi, facing each other across the river.

Later, when the capital came to the capital, the demons gathered together and Qibao was born. The masters of the True God Pavilion came out to cloth the twelve capitals and refine six ghost flags. When the ghost gate opened again, the scene of ghosts was killed and injured countless times. Until the end, wisdom led him to become a Buddha and fly to the fairyland.

Naturally, Li Xiaohe's figure is indispensable for everything in this period.

It's just that Lin Mengyao listened quietly, but her face was getting colder and colder.

"You don't know that Master Hui Yin sat on the golden lotus, and even the great demon king Feng couldn't beat him..." The rise of Li Er did not find anything strange about Lin Mengyao.

"He really fell into the underworld with the witch, and there has been no news until now?" Lin Mengyao's voice was cold and interrupted Li'er's words.

"Well!" Li'er was stunned, and there was a little sadness in his eyes. He only sighed, "That silly boy is obviously not high, but he loves to be a hero."

"When he had the good ability of Brother Changfan, he obviously didn't have much ability, but he was restless, but now he is fine..."

In the end, Li Er couldn't help choking.

She never thought that the little brother who had been calling her "Sister Li'er" was gone.

"Enough!" Lin Mengyao suddenly shouted angrily when she heard this.

"Sister!" Li'er turned her eyes puzzledly, and what faced her was just Lin Mengyao's cold starry eyes.

The two star eyes are like an icy abyss, making Li Er's heart cold.

"You never knew him!"

"What right do you have to say that!"

"How did you know his friendship with you!"

"Since you only regard him as your brother, why don't you explain it to him!"

Lin Mengyao's voice was cold, saying harshly one by one, approaching Li Er step by step.

Even the power in the middle of the Qing Dynasty did not feel that it flourished from her body, attacking a layer of frost and cold flowers and plants in front of the house.

"Sister!" Lier's body trembled like falling into ice and snow at this moment.

At this moment, she deeply doubted whether the person in front of her was still the little sister who was indifferent to everything?

Why did she feel endless anger from the eyes of this little sister who has always been indifferent?

"Hmm!" In the end, Lin Mengyao snorted coldly.

"Bum!"

She stepped under her feet, and the ground was covered with a layer of frost bluestone cracking, but her body rose to the sky.

"Boom!"

Lin Mengyao's body, standing in the sky, suddenly made a muffled sound, like thunder ringing over the blue sky palace, and the four aura suddenly became fierce and gathered towards her.

Soon, I saw that the aura had become a Taoist light circulation, surrounding Lin Mengyao's body and was constantly sucked into her body.

"Ah!"

Lin Mengyao looked up to the sky and roared, constantly absorbing the aura from all directions.

Her three thousand green silks actually danced crazily at this moment, and the Xuanling sword behind her also trembled and hissed in the scabbard, wanting to get out of its sheath.

After learning that Li Xiaohe had fallen into the underworld, the heartbreaking pain made her make another breakthrough at this moment.

"Sister!" Looking at the figure in the sky, two lines of tears fell from Li'er's eyes.

"The late Qing Dynasty!" Mo Wuqiu's figure also appeared in time over the Bixiao Palace, but the iron-faced old Ni was locked between his eyebrows at this moment.

"Hey!"

"The sharp edge of the sword is cold, breaking all the laws, and the word of love is constantly beheaded!"

Looking at the blue shadow, the disciple who had been brought up by himself since childhood, Mo Wuqiu sighed helplessly.